Week 7 VS. Mission - A Classic Prison Break?

As the prisoner sat in his cell sleeping he knew the next day would make or break him. Either he would get rescued by Blackheart Security or he will undergo experimentation by the Unity Cyborg Hunters.

They are located at the Sentinel Station, and the halls are patrolled by Unity Praetorians and Triarius. Any observed attack will automatically alert the entire Unity who will mobilize with dangerous efficiency.

A plan must be made to make it past the sensors, cutting beam weapons and saggitae Starfighter patrols. A plan that figures out how to get aboard the Station extract the prisoner and escape. Yeah its going to be virtually impossible.

Luckily they have a Magnavore on the inside...

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This mission is open to Blackheart Security, DPrisoner00200 vs. TRILAT players. As well as any faction players who Dprisoner00200 and/or Blackheart invites.

Post your plan to this mission on either the defenders or attacker's side here on this thread only. First person to post gets a single extra repost later to launch secret attacks, ambushes etc. All other players get one post only. This thread will be locked at 11pm E.S.T. on Friday July 1st.

Only actions listed on this mission thread will count as locked in for player actions.

(OoC: Star Wars Prison break, just let it happen, the plan by its very nature is held together by shoe string and bubble gum, so if you want to stop it you could)
Max Longrun sat in the pilot seat of the Hawk of Eons. The busted up Vespa packed a few surprises, but had definitely seen better years. He turned to his Co-pilot Keruva, the Olgog was apprehensive. “Don't worry, the plan will work.” He said as he turned back to look at Sentinel Station. “Please let this plan work” he muttered under his breath.

As the ship which had “broken down” entered sentinel station under tractor beam power. Max was wide eyed at its size. Assembled in the docking bay were a number of Druzi Primes soldiers. The task of searching a derelict would be there job first, as it was considered to menial for even a Praetorian.

The first Druzi Prime team would have been bought off. They would purposefully miss the smuggling compartment, and call in two of the praetorians to help move something.

Thats when Max and Karuva went to work. All the Druzi contingent would be drugged. The praetorians controlled by the two STRIKE operators, they would feed up regular reports of all is well. Childeen stole one of the uniforms, and Max and the Karuva would be cuffed and led through the Sentinel. The two SUARM technicans they brought along, Widget, and Gadget, would sneak out and search for a secluded area so they could set up their equipment and start hacking the systems.

As they got near the area DP2 was in they would be stopped at the command station. The praetorian wouldn't buy Childeen's explanation and Karuva and max would break out of their bonds and start blasting surveillance devices. Childeen would use his black crystal to fry any eye spies.

That being said, higher would be asking questions, too many questions. After a while Max would say, “Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal...Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?”

At which point they would note a squad of Praetorians would be dispatched to the location. Max would say, “Uh, uh... negative, negative. We had a reactor leak here now. Give us a few minutes to lock it down. Large leak, very dangerous.” Max realized this wasn't gonna work. He would blast one Praetorian, Keruva getting the other, “It was a boring conversation anyway.”

Childeen though would have located the cell and opened it. DP2 would note, “Aren't you a little short for an officer”

Childeen would take off his hat, “I'm your friend from Nilos, I'm here to rescue you.”

As they went to leave Max and Keruva would come running down the hall. “We've got company coming.”

The praetorians would be held for a little while at the only exit. DP2 would note, “Looks like you have managed to cut off our only escape route.”

Max would shoot the magnavore a glare, “Maybe you would rather go back in your cell?”

DP2 would easily tear off the cover to a garbage chute, “Well somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage, fly-boy!”

Childeen would be the first one in, followed by Dp-2. Keruva would bray to Max in Olgog, to which Max would respond, “Get in there, you big furry oaf! I don't care what you smell!”

As they hit the disgusting slush of flawed slurry and other garbage to be recycled Max would note, “Garbage chute. Really wonderful idea. What an incredible smell you've discovered! Let's get out of here! Get away from there.”

He would fire a blast from his incinerate rifle, the leyas super heating the air as it ricocheted off the treated walls before melting a piece of discarded structural material. “Let me guess, its locked.”

DP2 would nod, and look around worried. “Something just brushed my foot.”

Max would note, “Its nothing.” Then Something would pull childeen under, the rest would shoot the water for a few moments before he would emerge again, coughing up nastiness.

Childeen would note, “It was a fucking Nightmare. Everyone keep cool.” As he finishes saying that the walls start to close in.

He would pull out his com crystal, “Gadget, tell me you guys have access”

The SUARM would reply, “Yes Sir, the coding they use is marvelous, its so beautifully crafted, almost like a sonata.”

Childeen would bark “Will you shut up and listen to me! Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level, will ya? Do you copy? Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level!”

The walls would gradually close halting uncomfortably close. Everyone would break out laughing and gadget would note, “Listen to them, they're dying Widget! Curse my metal body, I wasn't fast enough, it's all my fault!”

A second later Childeen says into the com crystal, “we're all right! We're all right! Ha ha! Hey, open the pressure maintenance hatch on unit number... where are we? 3263827”

As they were going back DP2 would ask, “what about the defense grid?”

Childeen, would look at the others, “we will have our SUARM hack it.” he would say nonchalantly.

DP2 would hit his forehead with his palm, his tentacles flailing wildly, “That will never work, I will go shut off the nodes manually, which docking bay are you in?”

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-All my people are missing a finger or toe, the SUARM have back ups made before the mission, and have artifacts to suicide with in the advent of being captured. They will come to on a Blackheart controlled world, and can go on with life.

***with help from Unity Prime if he allows it, this plan really is gum and shoe strings***

There was a gentle knock on the Prisoner's cell door. When the Prisoner opened it, there was Prime on the other side. He was unguarded, there were no Praetorians with him. Prime smilled and bowed slightly to the Prisoner.

"I saw your actions on Alice's ship. They were most impressive, though you were denied revenge. I hope that, at the very least, you got closure. Walk with me, if you would."

Prime turned, moving towards a long hallway that the Prisoner recognized from his last visit. He spoke idly as they approached.

"Your problem is an interesting one. As a person who cannot afford death, I think there may be no one group which can help you. Your mutations go far beyond what I've seen with Quall, and I don't know that anyone has tried to reverse the effects of a Larvae as modified as yours. Not to alarm you, but I am looking forward to the challenge. The main trick here will be to isolate whatever part of you is unmodified. Short of that, I'll need to extrapolate your unaltered DNA sequence, working backward from your mutations. It is not as hard as it sounds, I promise."

Prime stopped at the stark white door.

"If you are ready, we can begin. When I am done isolating your code and repairing what I can, I will send you to those who can finish what I can begin."

The Prisoner turned towards Prime and stumbled towards him. As Prime reached out to steady the apparently overcome Magnavore. The shiv would come out and be driven into Prime's stomach just under the rib cage. Then flip up and push.
A normal shiv would have broken on Prime's nanofiber clothing, but the Prisoner had thought ahead and made a reliable one. The Prisoner whispered, "Im sorry Prime. The Unity Cyborg Hunters said I would only be allowed my freedom if I took you out. They visited me last night. They are terrified now that you are free of their evil influences."

Dropping the dead body,leaving the shiv in the heart just in case he tried to regenerate. The Magnavore birthed a brain crab. He turned to the little alien crab and handed it a little healing artifact he had created the night before. the prisoner had thought ahead.

Once he was long gone the valiant brain crab would remove the shiv and resurrect the Prime of Unity and his Sephir Symbiotic. First the Prisoner had to reach the level where his cell was before his saviors arrived.
Too bad there were a lot of alarms between there and here. The Prisoner sighed. He wished he hadn't needed to shiv Prime but those alarms had to go.

{ OOC Why I am there https://darkrefuge.forumotion.com/t638-ryuk-and-panic
https://darkrefuge.forumotion.com/t437-the-prisoner-s-surgery-wing-on-sentinel-2}

LeftenantRyuk wrote:
Well, at least communications are not compromised. By the way, who is this Ockham, and why are you using
his razor, I though you had your own? I am all for a good cutting, but wouldn't that anger the Hive Queen and
the EEF? And if you need something sharp, you could always borrow one of my knifes if you needed.

Unbeknown to Ryuk, He gave the chance that DPrisoner200 needed to take. Prime was known for his great ability to multitask, but when Ryuk asked his questions, it usually took attention away from the other tasks.

This time Prime suffered for it. Ryuk didn't really see What DP2 did, as he was in his own thoughts, but he definitely heard Prime hit the ground . . . hard. Prime, The Leader of the Unity, down for the count. This did not register at first. Prime's death. Ryuk thought Prime was near immortal after being regaled with tales of how Prime survived many hard battles. In the corner, DP2 was doing something, but Ryuk was not really aware of it, too many shocking things have just happened. The immortal Prime, DEAD.

DP2 scurries off, Ryuk is standing there dumbfounded at Prime's carcass. Even though only 10 minuets had past, to Ryuk it seemed as if eternity had passed. With him starting to come to his senses, he reached down and pulled the reliable shiv. For some reason Ryuk decided to keep it, it seem he may need to return it to its owner, one way or another. Looking around in one of his pouches Ryuk pulls a stone out from one of his pouches. He lays the stone on Prime's chest, and activates the artifact, and watches as the stone revives Prime.

As Prime looks up at Ryuk, Ryuk states "I now know why you like talking all of a sudden."

As Prime walked with the Prisoner down the mile-long hallway, he considered his schemes. The Temporal Empire had said that an attempt on his life was coming, and Prime had provided the perfect opportunity. There were none but him and the Prisoner.

He had considered from where the attack might come, and knew that it would be either Hunters, or the programs hidden in the Prisoner by Angel D. This was why the Sentinel Station 2 had been chosen. Sitting as it did in E-Strain space, Angel D would have to know what was coming. As secure as the station was, the Hunters would be forced to expose themselves in an attack on Prime.

The core of the entire station was a massive half organic super-computer. It was designed to counter the movements of Fate, from the boarding actions it would initiate with reality drills and Metatrons, to the fleet actions they could bring to bear. Demonic energies, in particular, would trigger massive defensive responses from turrets and infantry. The Station's power was provided by over 20 generators, 10 of which were redundant and kept off unless needed. A Praetorian Legion, as well as Prime's personal guard from the Via station, were prepared to deal with any incursion. The Surface of the station was marked by Guardian Defensive platforms, primed and ready to destroy invading fleets. The best defense, though, were the Blackheart operatives. Hunters could not hack them, and if the station was compromised somehow...they could find a way to win it back, if any could.

The hallway Prime and the Prisoner walked down hid active scanners, plasma turrets, and all sorts of nasty surprises. There were no good places to hide, and the operational theater was isolated from outside networks physically and electronically. Once the Prisoner was in the operating theater, any traps left in the Prisoner could be dealt with without endangering the Unity. Any attempts to attack the position would be face enough fire-power to atomize legions of E-strain or Cherub.

Once the Prisoner was secure, Prime would begin his finest work, the reconstruction of an identity. Whoever the Prisoner was would have to be erased, of course. Prime had artfully woven a new identity and physiology which would make the Prisoner an ideal leader for the Earth rebellion. This resource would be much more well-allocated there.

They reached the door, at the very heart of the Sentinel 2 station. After dealing with Ryuk's naive questions, Prime turned back to the Prisoner. He wondered how his opponents would strike as he waited for the Prisoner's acceptance.