C.DEX
Art Fart
Casar had gone into the telecommunications room, striding in as if nothing had been wrong. His entrance didn't gather much attention at first, though his presence had gotten a double-take from those at the controls. He looked around, counting the bodies. One, two, three, four, five ... That was easy enough. Maybe. They did have weapons. It was a requirement for outposts that had kept prisoners, and this was one of those places. Then, the man at the controls spun around in his chair to slightly face Casar, his eyes flipping between the display and the mage. "Can we help you?" he asked, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
"You didn't get the order?" Casar questioned. "It would figure that you wouldn't. Our ship doesn't have the same telecommunications equipment as yours does. General Ramadan sent me to use the processing power in this telecommunication hub to download the data you've acquired here and install it in our ship's memory banks for transfer. I assume you got the payload last week? I'm here for that." he said, cocking his head toward the inquisitive guard, who seemed to get flustered.
"We're already behind schedule and I need to be at this post in order to intercept-"
"Intercept what? You're in a bloody nebula." Casar quipped. "Who is sending you messages important enough for you to defy an order from a General? Are you that important? Who is landing here that is essential enough to disrupt getting the once-a-year payload that's even remotely important enough for me to come down here to retrieve it?" he asked, only for the guard to be significantly less forgiving than the other one he had encountered.
"Unless I can physically see the order either in our databanks, you're out of luck, Mage ..."
"Sampson." Casar said.
"Mage Sampson. With all due respect, we're using our equipment at the moment. I don't see an order, and our towers are strong enough to retrieve one, unless it quite literally just got sent out. There's a delay, yes. But this wouldn't be a proper outpost - despite what our guests often seem to think - if we couldn't retrieve messages from the Imperial army and transmit them as well. Put in an order to your superior to resend that mess-"
Suddenly, the headset of the man speaking to Casar had jolted with electricity as Casar had raised his hand and set it to blow. It had shocked him, rolling his eyes back into his head, until he had fallen out of his seat and began seizing. One. Not able to spend much time on him specifically as the others had raised their weapons almost immediately, Casar ripped his pistol from its holster and aimed point-blank at the man directly adjacent to the one he'd electrocuted. One shot fired, its rounds quieted - thankfully - by the suppressor. Two.
He immediately fired off another toward an evacuating Exodlite, taking him to the floor. As he began to reach for his communicator, Casar slammed his hand down on the control panel. Within the next seconds, the doors slammed close. Then, the lines had gone out, stopping everyone on base from communicating with one another. Unfortunately for the Exodlite that he'd shot, the doors had come down on him, smashing his foot and trapping him underneath the door. He let out an ear-piercing scream, but that had been cut off from the rest of the base, along with the telecommunications room itself. Three.
In the next moment, the mage rerouted the power from the terminal to the hand of the Exodlite reaching under his terminal to procure his weapon, shocking him to the floor with such a swell of energy that he'd gone unconscious. Four. Then, as the last remaining Exodlite had shouted into his communicator for backup, the communicator itself had blown in his hands - next to his face - blowing a portion of it off and causing him to be the second incapacitated Exodlite to still be awake - and screaming.
Five.
"Jarah, Idris, continue orders." he said over the intercoms, signalling to Ajax that he could continue with whatever he had intended on doing without immediately raising the alarm. He had silenced the communications of those still trapped in the room with him, but had restored the others, leaving the rest of their communicators up and working seemingly as normal.
"Exodlite bitch." Tess scowled. Ajax had cracked her jaw, in the most literal of ways. The carapace on the outside - making up her skin - had literally cracked, seeping small amounts of alien fluid and beginning to repair itself slowly. "You can torture me all you want. Just know that that's the same thing I did to your brothers." she scowled. "We burned him like a witch. It's going to be the same thing that I personally do to you once my people come and get me." she said. "You want to know who your enemy in deep space is? It's me." she said, eyes darkening.
"Shut up, freak. Go ahead, Enactor Jarah." the guard said, her words causing him to grimace. "The quicker we get this one out of the base, the better. If your mage needs an escort out to your ship we'll be happy to supply it."
"You didn't get the order?" Casar questioned. "It would figure that you wouldn't. Our ship doesn't have the same telecommunications equipment as yours does. General Ramadan sent me to use the processing power in this telecommunication hub to download the data you've acquired here and install it in our ship's memory banks for transfer. I assume you got the payload last week? I'm here for that." he said, cocking his head toward the inquisitive guard, who seemed to get flustered.
"We're already behind schedule and I need to be at this post in order to intercept-"
"Intercept what? You're in a bloody nebula." Casar quipped. "Who is sending you messages important enough for you to defy an order from a General? Are you that important? Who is landing here that is essential enough to disrupt getting the once-a-year payload that's even remotely important enough for me to come down here to retrieve it?" he asked, only for the guard to be significantly less forgiving than the other one he had encountered.
"Unless I can physically see the order either in our databanks, you're out of luck, Mage ..."
"Sampson." Casar said.
"Mage Sampson. With all due respect, we're using our equipment at the moment. I don't see an order, and our towers are strong enough to retrieve one, unless it quite literally just got sent out. There's a delay, yes. But this wouldn't be a proper outpost - despite what our guests often seem to think - if we couldn't retrieve messages from the Imperial army and transmit them as well. Put in an order to your superior to resend that mess-"
Suddenly, the headset of the man speaking to Casar had jolted with electricity as Casar had raised his hand and set it to blow. It had shocked him, rolling his eyes back into his head, until he had fallen out of his seat and began seizing. One. Not able to spend much time on him specifically as the others had raised their weapons almost immediately, Casar ripped his pistol from its holster and aimed point-blank at the man directly adjacent to the one he'd electrocuted. One shot fired, its rounds quieted - thankfully - by the suppressor. Two.
He immediately fired off another toward an evacuating Exodlite, taking him to the floor. As he began to reach for his communicator, Casar slammed his hand down on the control panel. Within the next seconds, the doors slammed close. Then, the lines had gone out, stopping everyone on base from communicating with one another. Unfortunately for the Exodlite that he'd shot, the doors had come down on him, smashing his foot and trapping him underneath the door. He let out an ear-piercing scream, but that had been cut off from the rest of the base, along with the telecommunications room itself. Three.
In the next moment, the mage rerouted the power from the terminal to the hand of the Exodlite reaching under his terminal to procure his weapon, shocking him to the floor with such a swell of energy that he'd gone unconscious. Four. Then, as the last remaining Exodlite had shouted into his communicator for backup, the communicator itself had blown in his hands - next to his face - blowing a portion of it off and causing him to be the second incapacitated Exodlite to still be awake - and screaming.
Five.
"Jarah, Idris, continue orders." he said over the intercoms, signalling to Ajax that he could continue with whatever he had intended on doing without immediately raising the alarm. He had silenced the communications of those still trapped in the room with him, but had restored the others, leaving the rest of their communicators up and working seemingly as normal.
"Exodlite bitch." Tess scowled. Ajax had cracked her jaw, in the most literal of ways. The carapace on the outside - making up her skin - had literally cracked, seeping small amounts of alien fluid and beginning to repair itself slowly. "You can torture me all you want. Just know that that's the same thing I did to your brothers." she scowled. "We burned him like a witch. It's going to be the same thing that I personally do to you once my people come and get me." she said. "You want to know who your enemy in deep space is? It's me." she said, eyes darkening.
"Shut up, freak. Go ahead, Enactor Jarah." the guard said, her words causing him to grimace. "The quicker we get this one out of the base, the better. If your mage needs an escort out to your ship we'll be happy to supply it."