Notorious
One Thousand Club
"Thank you, Wraith. Good luck." Axel said before turning towards the door, showing the droid appreciation for making this a bit less complicated. He even came up with the idea himself so he seemed premeditated to him but Axel didn't care, all he wanted to do was destroy the Icarus and kill everyone on board. A basic, almost primitive task in his mind. The Exodlites had taken so much from him and at this point he was ready to give them some pay back, even if Nephilim had orchestrated this mission without telling them. "Vitor, walk out first then me and Dayle are gonna break off from you. Stay radio silent, find a place where you can do the most damage."
Vitor nodded confidently, "Yes Captain. Follow my lead, we wouldn't want to get caught in this inspection. Exodlites are notoriously efficient, they will board the ship any moment." And with that the Crusader began hulking his massive body through the halls, leading the way to the airlocked hallway that would lead them out into the Icarus. He stood at the gates as Axel faded from view as Dayle did, his cloaking device clicking on and obscuring him completely from view. The gates opened and they were luckily not greeted by a welcoming committee, with the influx of Exodlites coming and going from the massive hub ship they were fortunately short handed for their entrance. Vitor felt his heart sink as he walked out from the Icarus-2 and onto the walkway into the Icarus, recognizing the halls from his days as a slave to these people. He wasn't quite sure if he had ever been aboard this particular ship but the halls were already haunting him.
Staff passed by them with haste in their steps, avoiding the massive Crusader who took up a lot of the hall. While others they would scold for taking up room they knew better than to insult one of their greatest warriors, one that could kill them at the drop of a hat. Crusaders followed a religious code, one that if a fellow Exodlite got in the way of meant their own destruction so most generally avoided them for that reason. They had no jurisdiction, as long as it was for the cause in one way or another Crusaders roamed free answering to nearly no one. Vitor had forgotten how this felt, people avoiding him. They hardly even looked at him, averting their eyes to avoid his attention.
Soon they had passed by the main docking bay area, Vitor went left down a hallway while Axel and Dayle went the other way. Dayle nearly missed Axel leaving, if it wasn't for her radar she'd have no idea where he had went. Vitor took note of them leaving and went to go find somewhere he could hit fast and hit hard, where he could be the most effective and potentially disable the ship from sending a distress message or escaping. It was going to be a big job for so few people so they needed to be smart about this. Axel led Dayle silently through the halls until they came across a security room. He opened the door with the hacking tech they used on the doors on the Icarus-2 and stepped inside.
There was a single Enactor, sitting at a terminal watching everything go on about the ship. This was one of several security stations, if one was disabled the others would take over. So Axel did the seasonable thing of approaching the Enactor from behind, his cloak dissipating from the sudden swift movement as he closed in on him and snapped his head clean and easy. He thought to himself how that had been too easy, that the Enactor deserved a much worse fate.
"Dayle, get over here and fist this interface. Tell me what you see, where we should all hit." Axel rushed over to the security door and sealed it, letting them have a few moments without having to sneak about. While Dayle was given access to the security systems the Captain walked over to the silenced Enactor and picked him up, hoisting him over his shoulder and bringing him into the connected bathroom in the checkpoint and shoving him on one of the toilets. "No one is gonna bother you while your pants are down huh, guy? Even your Exodlites value some privacy." He smirked at his own comment, walking back out to Dayle. "What we got? We need to help Vitor find a place to hit."
Vitor nodded confidently, "Yes Captain. Follow my lead, we wouldn't want to get caught in this inspection. Exodlites are notoriously efficient, they will board the ship any moment." And with that the Crusader began hulking his massive body through the halls, leading the way to the airlocked hallway that would lead them out into the Icarus. He stood at the gates as Axel faded from view as Dayle did, his cloaking device clicking on and obscuring him completely from view. The gates opened and they were luckily not greeted by a welcoming committee, with the influx of Exodlites coming and going from the massive hub ship they were fortunately short handed for their entrance. Vitor felt his heart sink as he walked out from the Icarus-2 and onto the walkway into the Icarus, recognizing the halls from his days as a slave to these people. He wasn't quite sure if he had ever been aboard this particular ship but the halls were already haunting him.
Staff passed by them with haste in their steps, avoiding the massive Crusader who took up a lot of the hall. While others they would scold for taking up room they knew better than to insult one of their greatest warriors, one that could kill them at the drop of a hat. Crusaders followed a religious code, one that if a fellow Exodlite got in the way of meant their own destruction so most generally avoided them for that reason. They had no jurisdiction, as long as it was for the cause in one way or another Crusaders roamed free answering to nearly no one. Vitor had forgotten how this felt, people avoiding him. They hardly even looked at him, averting their eyes to avoid his attention.
Soon they had passed by the main docking bay area, Vitor went left down a hallway while Axel and Dayle went the other way. Dayle nearly missed Axel leaving, if it wasn't for her radar she'd have no idea where he had went. Vitor took note of them leaving and went to go find somewhere he could hit fast and hit hard, where he could be the most effective and potentially disable the ship from sending a distress message or escaping. It was going to be a big job for so few people so they needed to be smart about this. Axel led Dayle silently through the halls until they came across a security room. He opened the door with the hacking tech they used on the doors on the Icarus-2 and stepped inside.
There was a single Enactor, sitting at a terminal watching everything go on about the ship. This was one of several security stations, if one was disabled the others would take over. So Axel did the seasonable thing of approaching the Enactor from behind, his cloak dissipating from the sudden swift movement as he closed in on him and snapped his head clean and easy. He thought to himself how that had been too easy, that the Enactor deserved a much worse fate.
"Dayle, get over here and fist this interface. Tell me what you see, where we should all hit." Axel rushed over to the security door and sealed it, letting them have a few moments without having to sneak about. While Dayle was given access to the security systems the Captain walked over to the silenced Enactor and picked him up, hoisting him over his shoulder and bringing him into the connected bathroom in the checkpoint and shoving him on one of the toilets. "No one is gonna bother you while your pants are down huh, guy? Even your Exodlites value some privacy." He smirked at his own comment, walking back out to Dayle. "What we got? We need to help Vitor find a place to hit."
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