Results had been quick to manifest, though observation from the relative safety of the Host made it evident that there were either relatively few unhired mercenaries and hunters in the premises, or else that they were too intimidated or pre-occupied to make a move towards the captured pirate. In the meantime, the machine made efforts to avoid being crushed entirely by the steady rhythm of bodies being knocked to the ground, and around hither and thither with stumbling steps. The Intelligence had at the least accomplished a degree of espionage on the nature of the assault, acknowledging that Red Blade might possess alternative identities, likely associated with governmental agencies; shadow wars such as this were unordinary for simple turf wars, and when performed were often quick and bloody affairs.
The machine mind made a quite literal note to investigate further into the true identity of the Red Blade starting with the assortments of names being given by his captors and himself. Deacon, Desmond, and a planetary body called Itsukusk, all of these would be analyzed in-depth by the artificial intellect until it had deciphered every detail for its consumption. In the meantime, however, it needed to guarantee the survival of associate organic agents. While it had initially considered that to be only
Deacon and
Peyton Steele
, it was recognizing that a number of others had been stricken throughout the premises as well, indicating that this was less a surgical operation meant to incarcerate a single individual, and more a broad stroke meant for invited members of the Outer Planets Alliance.
Another humanoid organic (
Amea Virou
) had been prodded towards the recognized pair, being held captive at the end of a boarish being's weapon. The Intelligence acknowledged that this was likely an allied associate, and added it to the growing list of individuals that it should not eliminate should necessity arise for a lethal course of action. Red Blade was seemingly trying to formulate a plan with her amidst the repeated beatings of his own captors, though the words seemed non-sensical, possibly a code meant for other agents of whatever establishment with which he retained membership. Elsewhere, a pink-skinned organic (
Rosario Perlyn
) was electrified, knocked into a stupor or a state of unconsciousness while within the confines of the watery segment of the club. A much smaller lifeform (
Zak Dymo) promptly retrieved the unconscious female with an unnatural level of speed, depositing her upon the ground and evidently beginning some form of resuscitation.
The final captive acknowledged by the machine intelligence was an older male organic (
Tiland Kortun
) who was a statistical anomaly from the beginning; studies and common opinion both held that raves were often attended solely by more youthful persons, though perhaps the older man had attended in order to provide wisdom on the proper application of customary dances and songs, taking on the role of a respected elder. The Intelligence did not know, and flagged the information as irrelevant to current problems, shifting valuable processing units to how it could facilitate the relatively safe release of the captive agents.
The mouse droid had been useful for the sake of gathering intel on the location, though it was ineffective for any demonstrations of force. It did not have even a single combat feature associated with its chassis, making it a poor equipment choice for the majority of strategies being considered by the Intelligence. The machine mind guaranteed that its control over local camera systems and console screens had been secured, and promptly disconnected itself from the mouse droid, with standing orders to remain nearby in an inconspicuous location. The released droid promptly whirred, scurrying to a corner of the room, and waiting there in a curiously uncharacteristic fashion.
Elsewhere, with processing units freed up to activate another host, a droid which had sat dormant for some time stirred, a facsimile of life returning to its artificial features.
