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[quote][b]Riya (Nov 14, 2001 05:02 p.m.):[/b] A watch beeped its quiet alarm, and in the darkness of the little room, a pair of midnight eyes opened. Riya was awake. She swung her legs over the edge of the bunk and swept the blanket from off of herself in one fluid motion, her booted feet hitting the floor the same moment her hand snaked under the pillow and retrieved the fletchette pistol. It only took a movement to slip the weapon into the waistband of her trousers, straightening the jacket over to hide the bulge, and her fingers snapped the high collar of the stolen technician uniform closed as her lips quirked at the corners, and Riya stood in the middle of her quarters and smiled. It was time. The only things left to do were pick up the packet she had left on her bedside table and pat her wrists to make sure the sheaths there were secure, and then she palmed into the corridor. It was silent, and deserted, and even her steps made no sound as she strode calmly down the hallway and paused outside of a neighboring door. The desire to get to her real task was nearly overwhelming, but she ignored the excitement and slipped into the room, her eyes narrowing in the dim light and her features set in resolution as she stared at the girl asleep on the bed and frowned. When she had decided on her course of action, it had finally given her the opportunity to ignore all the restraints that had previously hindered her actions. Without a master, she could go wherever she chose, do whatever she wanted, kill whomever she disliked... and now, she could reveal the secrets she had withheld from the only friend she'd ever found. Thoth was sleeping deeply when Riya lay the packet she'd been carrying onto the floor beside the bed, and with one final glance, she turned and stalked out once more. [i]Sayoonara, Thoth, and thank you.[/i] As she entered the section of the station that held the engineering bays and adjoining technician rooms, she moved with more stealth, looking around her warily. She was in no hurry, not yet; the true rush wouldn't begin until she had the plans in hand. She checked her watch. Oh-two-hundred hours. The medical assistant wasn't scheduled to meet her in the infirmary for another half hour, but Riya would prefer to arrive there as early as possible; with this in mind, she pulled from her pocket a stolen keycard, and surreptiously slinked inside the nearest bay. A light was on in the room furthest from her position, and she hissed between her teeth. No one should have been here this time at night. If she was caught, it was certain death... but Riya had no plans of dying, and the pistol was out and in her hands before she moved another step. Without a sound she crossed the bay, her steps sure and confident as she walked straight up to the open doorway and stopped. The technician inside turned from the display of computers to stare at her in confusion, his voice loud in the silence. "Hey, who're you, what're you doi--" Riya smiled, and raised her pistol, and calmly shot him three times in the face. The body slumped to the floor, and she nudged it aside with her boot as she took a seat at the terminal and placed the weapon next to the keyboard. Her fingers moved nimbly, and commands flitted across the screens as she searched. Thank Hale the SO AIT had taught them all rudimentary hacking skills; she'd known the basics, even back in Battleschool, but there were many IF-specific codes and security devices to bypass, and Hale had made certain they were well-versed in these. Minutes passed as she snuck her way deeper into the system, and finally, when the schematics for the corvette class [i]Excalibur[/i] stood proudly on the screen as a testament to her skills, Riya plugged in a discette and watched the little bars tick away as the plans copied and transferred. Done. She was up and moving as soon as the terminal beeped, the discette back in her pocket and fletchette pistol tucked away once more as she ran across the empty bay. Into the hallways she jogged, keeping a careful eye on every shadow and every noise, but no one was around and nothing intercepted her, and four minutes later she found herself in one of the infirmaries. A figure merged from the dark, and raised a hand, and Riya nodded and waved back and stripped the jacket from her torso as she breathed deeply to calm herself. "EMP wave, then cut the chip out. I don't need anesthetic. Hurry." She lay on one of the bunks, and the medical assistant she'd hired through the network approached with a handheld EMP device and a scalpel. Riya had been quite ready before to grab the plans and run, but one night random curiousity had prompted her to find information about the little chip the Command School doctor had inserted under her skin. Hale had said it was only a means to monitor their bodily condition, but as with all things where Hale and the IF were concerned, Riya was suspicious. He could just as easily tell how they were managing, without a chip, and research had revealed the insert to be a tracking device. Just like the International Fleet. Riya did not know what it might do to her, or what the SOTF could use it for, but did know there was no way she would allow it to remain. The EMP beeped, and then she winced as she felt the blade slice through the skin on the back of her neck. Fingers probed the wound, and she bit her lip until the pain receded and a hand was held before her face. A tiny, bloody piece of metal was in the palm, and she picked it up and studied it for a moment before rolling from the bed and dropping the chip on the floor. It made a crunch as her boot ground it to dust, and for the first time in twelve long years, Riya finally felt free. She shot the assistant, dragged his body behind a curtained partition, and then left. Ten minutes later and she was in one of the docking bays, conversing quietly with the pilot of the little shuttle that would be carrying her to the nearest spaceport. There, she would board a larger vessel, and to Earth they would go. Back home. Riya wondered what Japan looked like now. She almost couldn't remember what real air smelled like, what real gravity felt like. "Ready to go, miss?" Riya took one last look around the docking bay, nodded, and boarded the shuttle. As the bay doors slid open, and the expanse of stars came into view, she stared out the little window of the main compartment, and smiled. [i]Free.[/i][/quote]
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