The bucket heads were as described. Bullies good for simply bossing people around and making too much noise, yet he knew how much trouble their masters were capable of. Maybe that's what made this somewhat enjoyable for the Iridonian. Vyn of course, had been right, a small command center no bigger than a four by four of cargo crates, with an auxiliary bunk. The troops split off, the one who'd ran into him went into the listening post. Vyn's eyes darted around checking for any onlookers before he reared back and jumped across the gap to the roof of the Imperial outpost.
His vibroknife came free peeling open a housing unit of wires. It was like a fething rainbow of assorted candy strips in there. He just remembered the basics. Dark blue was for the receiver, he pulled a device from the pouch on the rear of his hip. Looked a little like a power cell, though that was an afterthought for the man. He placed it over the wire as the device crimped down and spliced into the comms directly. A small display came to life as it overtook the units primary transmission too. In laymen's the direct connection intercepted any transmission coming in, the wireless would slow any outgoing transmissions long enough to be given a once over, and then ripped from their original destination and thrown in the trash if it could compromise The Path.
Vyn sat for a second longer, watching the data pad on his wrist work as an oscillator the sound final came through his ear piece of the trooper submitting his incident report. He pressed a key on his comm-link and watched as the transmission was torn apart though the oscillator, never to reach it's destination. Vyn stood and jumped over the laser-gate which surrounded the compound. Now making his way back to the temple on the surface of the planet, deep beneath it's ecumenopolis city.
Nothing had changed. Other troopers still ravaged homes, families sat outside holding their children. This journey they'd began on would be an uphill battle for the most part.
He'd made it back to the temple without much fuss or hassle. Yet once inside Vyn had realized he would have been more comfortable surrounded by Imps. Everyone had something to say, always voicing their opinion as if they had all the knowledge of the galaxy.
Valery Noble
had mentioned another set of sensor arrays, to which Vyn huffed passing by
Lyrrin
without a care for theatrics, taking the room. He stopped in front of a table and pulled a chip from his comm-link. A clone of the original program connected to the "Dream-Catcher" he'd just set up. Slotting the chip into a console.
"This gives us access to the listening posts outgoing, and incoming transmissions. More than that we can fabricate our own and push them through the relay. Possibilities abound. For instance, the troops above us get an idea and send for back up? We can rip the original transmission and reply to them, posing as their command structure with a false confirmation or directive." He was showing the process of how to do it, without sending any orders just yet.
"Or if we need time we can send their command structure a false directive as if sent from the post itself. A wild womp rat chase."
Vyn stepped away from the console without ceremony, looking to Valery once more, he'd offer his services to this next little jaunt.
"I can tag along. Forewarning, I'm no slicer. Most of my gear is produced by a certain techy we both know." While Vyn had ideas, they were nothing without an engineer to manufacture them. He then looked to
Lyrrin
"If you can slice them, I am willing to give you sniper cover. Ideally you'll stay quiet enough that I wont fire a shot." There was no silencer, and if it came to either him or Lyrrin offing one of the troopers. He'd kill the entire spattering of guards before blowing the joint to smithereens, making it look like a gas line had ignited.
