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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/27/2018 11:13:40 PM
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"Well, you took a bounty on my head... tried to kill me... tortured me..."
Drake sarcastically starting putting up fingers, counting their transgressions with each finger. After he finally stopped listing offenses, he nodded,
"Yeah, I'd say that you're the enemy here."
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She chuckled, glancing out into space. "Has this question ever been posed to you before? 'Would you sacrifice one person to save the lives of many?'" She said, glancing at the planet that floated in the distance. "You were a threat, Drake. At least, we thought you were. A third party. That is, at least something made us believe that."
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"Now why would you ever think that?" Drake said innocently, and slightly mockingly. Truth be told, he'd never believed in the greater good, unless it pertained to himself.
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She sighed, turning back towards him. "This situation is of a greater magnitude than you can possibly imagine." She said, her voice a little... fearful for a moment. "Sure, our methods are questionable, but we have a cause. Come with me. I need to show you something." The door opened, and she had begun to walk out, gesturing for him to follow.
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Drake followed, genuinely curious about her motivations. Everyone had some sort of explanation to cover up their crimes: hell, he was a smuggler because he was good at pretending to be right. But even the darkest, most chaotic evil had their stories... and Michael Drake didn't sympathize the devil.
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"Have you ever entertained the concept that something was responsible for the creation of our worlds?" She asked, as they walked down the hallway. "Or, at least, that their was some sort of race that inhabited some such as Tatakai before us?" The woman stopped her chain of questions when she came across a lieutenant standing at an intersection. "Ma'am," the man said, "The Outer District of Starlight City is being bombarded, with the Resistance base being primarily targeted." "Dammit. Would you tell those idiots down there to at least send in an extraction crew?! We have valuable cargo down there. If anything happens..." "Yes ma'am." The lieutenant departed, and the woman continued to the elevator.
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Drake glanced over in the direction of the lieutenant, making silent note of the message the man had relayed. After the man had left, he merely shrugged. “I’ve had to smuggle terraforming equipment before. I’ve seen corporations build worlds before... what they do with them is above my pay grade. In case [i]your files[/i] didn’t tell you, I’m not much of one to question how things come about unless I can profit off of it.” He mentioned her files with a certain amount of scorn, as if he were, again, subtly mocking her. In fact, Drake seemed to be intentionally misunderstanding her—but he knew that she wasn’t exactly talking about corporations here.
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"Do you think this is a joke Drake?" The woman said angrily, as the elevator started to move upward. "If you even gave the slightest shit about anyone you have ever known, you'd stop with the bullshit and just listen." The elevator stopped, opening up to some sort of... dark observation room. A hologram of the planet floated in the center of it, displaying key locations and orbital movement patterns.
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Drake didn’t really pay her much attention, and instead focused on the hologram of Tatakai. “So, you’re saying that [i]something[/i] created Tatakai? And lemme guess: whatever this [i]something[/i] is, it’s dangerous.”
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"It's a bit more complicated than that." She said, moving over to the hologram and adjusting it. "You see. The natives of Tatakai, the people it created, rebelled against it. It's been asleep for thousands of years, and if it wakes up..." She adjusted it a little bit more to where it revealed a sort of... thing. The edges of some sort of complex device on the surface of the planet. Built a very long time ago. "We're all going to die. And you won't know what you've done to cause it until It's staring you in the face, contemplating if you should exist or not."
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After a while of contemplating, Drake seemed to be taking things considerably more seriously. He stroked his chin with his prosthetic hand as he studied the display, and listened to the woman speak. “Where do I come into all this?” He finally asked. “You could’ve hired any of the mercenaries in Tatakai... yet you decided to kidnap me. Why?”
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"Because you're already a part of it. A part of her... err... I mean Its plan." She said, moving to computer terminals on the side and typing in a data input. "Caroline..." She trailed off. "Come with me. I need you to see something else." [spoiler]Does Drake have an earpiece?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He would unless Frontier took his out.[/spoiler] This had Drake's mind racing. He'd done a lot of things in the last few years, true, but Frontier had seemingly appeared out of nowhere after Caroline's arrival. There was presumably a chance that they'd had their sights on him before he came into contact with her... but this was definitely some conspiracy. Drake didn't trust this woman one bit.
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[spoiler]They didn't [/spoiler] "Shit." She said, as the computer screen glitched an the hologram shut down. "No. NO! Fuсk! FUСK!" She looked at the machine. "Someone in the system just tried to purge our planet data. My explanation is going to be put a little on hold for the moment. Until we find out who it is, I'm putting you back in your room." He suddenly got really sleepy, as a device implanted on his leg had already begun to administer sedatives. Within moments, he was out cold. -------------------------------- He would wake up back in the room he started in, locked in with no one else there. That is, excluding the voice that came over his earpiece. "Rise and shine, kid." The man said, an almost rouge accent to his voice. "What? You'd think I'd just let Frontier feed you a bunch of bullshit? Nah. I needed to talk to you alone."
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“Ugh...” Drake held a hand to his head, feeling exceptionally groggy as he became conscious. Something about these sedatives were really bothering him, to the point where it felt like he heard a voice in his head. It took him a few seconds to realize that there actually [i]was[/i] a voice in his head. Drake shook his head slowly, trying to clear his distracted mind. “Yeah, well, I’m locked in a bedroom in some top-secret facility. That’s about as alone as I can get.” As with the woman, Drake instinctively didn’t trust the man, but he was still willing to hear him out.
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"Yeah well, I did that. And I also cut off the observation of this room so you can speak freely. Your welcome." He said, taking on an almost ironic 'John-from-IT' voice for no apparent reason. "Name's Jay. Err... that's what they call me anyway."
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“Alright Jay, I’m assuming you have a plan here.” Drake said wryly, idly strolling throughout the room as they talked. “What’s the next move?”
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"Okay." The voice said, "I'm going to get you out of here, but first... I need you to do something. I'll guide you to the central database access console in the mainframe, where you'll download a few vital Frontier files for me. Along with them, you'll download an authorization data key that will allow you to get to where they're holding Caroline. Then, you'll both (or at least one of you) will make your way to the ship's main A.I. core, where you'll plug in a bug that should cause an immediate shutdown of all local Frontier systems on Concordia. Then, you'll be free to walk out. Sound alright?"
