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Odysseus multitasks while being chased by the OGA ships, turning off the OGA visual generators. “Merry Christmas! There goes the neighborhood!” Odysseus dodges incoming laser fire, and shouts back to the ships on his tail, “Who taught you how to shoot?! Stormtroopers?!” SAL notes, ‘Oooh, that was a zinger, sir. Good show!’ “SAL, could you assist the others? I’ll focus on being clever!”
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Odysseus looks at his viewport, and sees OGA ships rapidly advancing upon him. “Shi-” Odysseus executes a barrel roll, and begins tumbling around the literally hundreds of OGA drones and dozen pilot cruisers. “Could you have gotten me a slower ship, Jack?!”
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“I need to be plugged into the servers!”
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Odysseus watches the others descend, and warms his hands. He pulls away, crossing himself lightly, and grabs the thrusters, rapidly climbing into orbit. “SAL, I’m getting too old for this.” SAL responds, ‘Sir, you have no idea.’
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Odysseus steps into the conversation. “Everyone is obsessed with Apollo. He’s quite the popular guy.” Odysseus places an earpiece in his ear. “Can everyone hear me on their respective lines? This is going to be a delicate operation, and will require quite a bit of… improvising. Priority One is to get the kids out. Priority Two is to get me information on where the Omega Harvesters are being held. They are a valuable resource that, if possible, we NEED to secure. So good luck. Once I’m into the primary operations, Ill kill the lights. Apollo will swap with Harvin and secure him, at least for a while, and lead Midzog’s troops on a wild goose chase across the facility and away from where each of you actually are. Be careful, and watch each other’s backs. And Faye.” Odysseus points at Faye directly. “If you betray us, I will personally throw you into our ship’s turbines. So please don’t, because I’d hate to have to clean that up.” Odysseus takes the co-pilot seat, and takes the controls. “I’ll be dropping you in from 700 feet above the dome which you lot will repel onto, and will only have 10 seconds to hover before I return to orbit. I’ll probably be caught in a dogfight up here, so let’s make things snappy. Good luck.” Odysseus opens up the lower hatches, deploying the pulleys.
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“The thing is, Apollo, is that it won’t matter. When I kill the lights in the confusion, he will just assume. At the very least it should last for a while.”
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“Because you’ll enjoy it.”
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“Those children don’t have time to wait! You know that! The plan is simple.” Odysseus pulls out his datapad and throws it on the table, projecting a basic image of the facility. Odysseus points to a red area, deep underground. “The children are here. Now, this is going to require a Zack and Cody…” Odysseus approaches a nearby elongated cabinet, containing a 3-d printer, and pulls out a newly fabricated OGA outfit and throws it to Apollo. “A Mission Impossible.” Odysseus throws some suction cup magnetic grips to Jack. “And a Beyonce. You get me into the computer, we cut the lights. HiFly swaps with Harvin, distracting all of Midzog’s forces sending them on a wild goose chase after half the team, in the dark. Meanwhile, Jack proceeds down this duct systems with Katherine and a portable transmat. We transmat the kids aboard, and get out of dodge.”
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Odysseus glances out the window. “It’s time to move. We need to get those children back. Every minute we wait… Here, take these. These will get me directly into the OGA mainframe. Put them in any holo-port, and their local servers will be mine.” Odysseus passes out small silver, featureless, and thin bars to each member of the team. “Suit up.”
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Odysseus raises an eyebrow. “And if you do have morals?”
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Odysseus walks in, and replies. “Insane. Out of control. An interesting question, Andaluza… Why would you say that? Are these powers detrimental to sanity?”
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Odysseus looks out through the viewport of the ship, and having now been awake for nearly 21 hours, he quite tired. But he still can’t quite bring himself to sleep, and besides, his suit will keep him energized. He is immensely troubled by everything. The first OGA genocide, undoubtedly not to be the last. So many of his teammates being injured. The woman in the pillar, and his dreams. His sickness, which has become more subtle as of late. And now he was leader of the Keepers… “SAL and CAL, how are we on communications? Have we disected the OGA chatter? I’m calculating six viable options for the OGA central energy core, where they are keeping the harvesters. CAL responds, ‘Actually, sir, we have disected all of the chatter.’ SAL interrupts, ‘And we’ve narrowed it down to three. But we need someone to hack into the mainframe directly. I would recommend a QC probe inserted into a relay monitor. Perhaps give it to Rose.’ Odysseus responds, after thinking. “Yes, I agree.” He pauses. “SAL, do you think I should tell the others the truth about Omega Radiation? And about the harvesters?” ‘No, sir. We musn’t give them any false hope.’ “Hmm… I suppose.”
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Odysseus looks at the others. “The children, from what I can tell, are being help along the 102nd floor along the Southwest Radius. I’ll be sitting out this time, but best of luck.” Odysseus passes out strange contacts to each of the group. “These have the schematics in them to navigate through the base. They aren’t entirely accurate, but will map out everything you see to make it more precise in real time.”
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Odysseus walks in, staring at his portable interface and spouting off numbers to SAL through a comm-link. “We’ve almost… Got-” Odysseus looks up and sees Jack. “What happened to him?!” (Also, where are we all right now? The planet? The ship?) <i>Odysseus approaches Jack and pulls out a scanner and a needle like device. He pokes areas of Jack’s wounds, and they begin to take on a metallic sheen around the edges.</i>
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Odysseus looks up from his computer terminal, as he has has been working the entire time, and stares at Jack intently. “Are you joking? They always wanted power. It didn’t start or begin one day over night, that they sudde. At its core, the OGA is evil and it always was destined to be, don’t you see that? Nothing they have EVER done was innocent. EVER. They were ALWAYS playing an angle. Exceptance risk… Calculable loss… Extortion… Massacres. It’s always the same! We lose! EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.” Odysseus slams his hand into the table, as both hands shake slightly. He recomposes himself, and resumes. “Anyways… SAL and I found out why they chose Ctherramore-3. According to our intel, the energy harvesters aren’t anywhere near there, but something else valuable is. Well, besides the natural defenses. There’s a sizable deposit of Kubrite. Extremely difficult to mine, it can be used to stabilize the power transfer of Omega Particles. God, the stuff is so tricky. Not even I quite figured out how to make it stable, so goodness knows Midzog doesn’t. But why does he need it…?” Odysseus begins mumbling to himself about Omega Particles, Time, and life force, before looking back up at the others. “Anywas, we were wrong about one thing. This is only the second most well defended OGA outpost as of now, so at least we have that going for us.”