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- Mission 1: Shimmering Lights - 

Gamma + Delta

A ghost ship of the Grineer bearing no recognisable records or markings drifts silently on a path near Sedna, having appeared from what appears to be thin air, bearing technology capable of concealing its very existence from prying eyes. Many would hear tales of such outlandish claims and brush them off as a drunkard's ramblings. The Children, however, believe that this mysterious vessel is the perfect trial by fire to assess their new recruits. Separated by implanted groupings, the fresh blood had been instructed to meet with the remainder of their party and to prepare for takeoff, having been granted perhaps a few moments at most to organise among themselves and to enter position at their squad's respective coordinates. 

Gamma Squad

- Cephalon Palutu
- Dov
- Insali
- Andrea

Delta Squad

- Ag'ni Shn
- Cyrus
- The Imago
- Takar Lathra

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Cephalon Palutu truly, utterly, definitely hated moments of inefficiency.

All they could do on the voyage from the Relay to the mission objective was to reiterate and optimize their already trusty data cracking protocols. Even though their datamass was fitted with sensors and connective technology, their observation capabilities were uncomfortably hindered. Well, once they would have their new base and their equipment would be shipped in, the Cephalon would be back to themself.

Meanwhile, there was one thing they could do; establishing communications. They reach out their squad members with a transmission.

"Squad communications established," the androgynous voice says in the communications. "Greetings, I am Cephalon Palutu. Please give me an access to your visual and auditory data so I can follow the process of the operation."

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18 minutes ago, NuttyNuti said:

"Squad communications established. Greeting, I am Cephalon Palutu. Please give me an access to your visual and auditory data so I can follow the process of the operation."

"Another one..." Insali groaned, connecting to the channel. "I hope you're not as chatty as that pile of data trash, that calls himself Ordis."

He took another slice of bread, placing the now empty glass on the table, before heading out of the hall, and making his way towards his Liset. If an order to move out is to be received, it would be better to be ready to act fast. By all accounts this ship was one that waited for no one, and they had been placed on a last minute boarding list.

As a note, Insali refused to share his perception with the apparent team member yet.

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Estimating social contact... Complete.

Provocation state: 45+-20% intentional.

Validating context... Complete. 

Estimated need of a comeback: Unnecessary.

Append data on Operative #637.

To Insali, Palutu tells: "I see you are not sharing your visuals or auditory yet, Operative. I will remind you again later. What comes to 'chattiness', I see little reason to interact with you more than required." The Cephalon just had to add this little sting. Not that they knew this "Ordis" well, but this person just appeared so rude.

To the whole squad, they tell: "Please retrieve my datamass from the marked location and feed it the attached decryption key. You will need it to give me an access to whatever I need to intervene."

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Dov said nothing as he allowed the cephalon access of his sight and hearing. Palutu would see the roof of a Liset from him, and the sounds of unintelligble fast singing, acoustic guitars, and shakers. He paused the music and stood up.

"I got it." he said,  opening his ship's door and jumping out, making his way to the marked location, and doing the required tasks.

"So I'm carrying you?" the Volt asked the Cephalon, quickly walking back to his brightly colored Liset.

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Visuals of Operative #638 connected. 

Audio of Operative #638 connected.

WARNING: Saturation of vision higher than nominal levels. Troubleshoot? <Y/N>

Y

Troubleshoot completed. No visual impairment detected. Presence of highly saturated objects identified. Closing troubleshooting.

Wow. That is one colorful Liset of 45-A series. Definitely custom-painted. Could it have any other custom features? Palutu also troubleshooted their audio input only to realize that the air wave frequencies were also highly saturated with this instance of... music? Yes. Dedicated repetitiveness and rhythm indicated music. Palutu started producing both visual and audio filters to their systems.

Appended data on Operative #638.

This one appears much more co-operative. Good. Synchronization would be possible. And synchronization would enable effectiveness. Probably visual and auditory noise wouldn't be an issue with Palutu's systems.

"I leave it up to your decision, the transportation of my datamass. The more efficient you are, the better. I will also create suggestions for your routes, should I get enough data for analysis. I should be able to track terminals of virtually any type."

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13 hours ago, NuttyNuti said:

 "I see you are not sharing your visuals or auditory yet, Operative. I will remind you again later. What comes to 'chattiness', I see little reason to interact with you more than required." 

"Perfect. Looks like we're already getting along." Insali responded, feigning misinterpretation of the slight.

11 hours ago, ShrimpOverlord said:

"I got it." he said,  opening his ship's door and jumping out, making his way to the marked location, and doing the required tasks.

Seeing one of his squad mates, the one presumed to be Dov, pick up the datamass in a very aggressively non-specific manner, Insali got back into his own Liset, submerging himself in it's grey asketicism.

"Welcome back, Operator! While you were gone I counted the-..."

"That's nice, Ordis. Now, connect to this frequency and put it on speakers." Insali interrupted the cephalon, walking up to the inactive foundry.

He proceeded to remove the armor plating from his upper half, and placing it on the constructor panel. Once he was stripped enough to feel the chill of the cold, sterile ship interior on what remained of his unaugmented flesh, the Symbiote drew his Skana, and produced a whetstone out of a storage locker.

The Excalibur sat down in the cockpit, entered the coordinates to move his Liset to just outside the docking area of the relay, and started to slowly and carefully run the whetstone along the blade of the Skana.

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Takar received the knowledge, and headed towards the docking bay where her landing craft was parked.

Delta Squad. The team responsible for sabotaging the engines, along with any devices or systems that allow it to disappear. Not a loud mission, but not exactly quiet, either.

I think I'll bring Oberon for this mission. Solid healing, and decent offense for if things go sideways.

She enters her landing craft, and sets a course for her orbiter.

We'll have to see how things go once we get in there, but with the number of operatives on this mission, we should be able to succeed.

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The black Scorch waited in the hangar with Ignis Wraith now in hand, the glassy black eyes in his mask scanning the throng of recruits leaving the hall for a certain individual that he hadn't yet met. He had received and understood his deployment well enough - the odd clone in a small cell that otherwise consisted entirely of Tenno. 

Unfortunately for him, he lacked any kind of personal interplanetary travel, having spent the last few decades riding the vessels of others across the stars. The Children didn't seem to be providing insertion for this mission either, which likely meant that he'd have to hitch a ride. The Void-touched lass had already left on her landing craft, with the Rift weaver before her. That left only the one that the Scorch heard introduce himself as "the Imago". An odd name, but the Tenno themselves were odd fellows in their own right. Hoping to catch his eye before he left, the Scorch stood right by the bridge that led to the landing craft docking pad.

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The names under Delta Squad meant nothing to Cyrus - barring his own, obviously - and part of him wondered if maybe he should have actually socialised instead of...awkwardly sitting at a banquet, staring at food. Oh well, advice for next time he was mysteriously invited by an organisation. Delta Squad was arguably the one he was most interested in, the prospect of seeing first-hand what the source of the mystery ship's mystery was...even if it was to sabotage it.

44 minutes ago, Arunafeltz said:

DELTA


The black Scorch waited in the hangar with Ignis Wraith now in hand, the glassy black eyes in his mask scanning the throng of recruits leaving the hall for a certain individual that he hadn't yet met. He had received and understood his deployment well enough - the odd clone in a small cell that otherwise consisted entirely of Tenno. 

Unfortunately for him, he lacked any kind of personal interplanetary travel, having spent the last few decades riding the vessels of others across the stars. The Children didn't seem to be providing insertion for this mission either, which likely meant that he'd have to hitch a ride. The Void-touched lass had already left on her landing craft, with the Rift weaver before her. That left only the one that the Scorch heard introduce himself as "the Imago". An odd name, but the Tenno themselves were odd fellows in their own right. Hoping to catch his eye before he left, the Scorch stood right by the bridge that led to the landing craft docking pad.

Standing in the hangar, the Tenno quietly inspects his sword, looking closely at the...things...for purposes that absolutely weren't just 'look busy'. There was a fellow Child to-be nearby, and deciding to partially rectify his lack of communication, calls out to them, even if it was nothing more than a simple "Are you part of Delta Squad as well?" Baby steps.

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On 2019-09-17 at 8:54 PM, Oobloobx said:
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DELTA

The names under Delta Squad meant nothing to Cyrus - barring his own, obviously - and part of him wondered if maybe he should have actually socialised instead of...awkwardly sitting at a banquet, staring at food. Oh well, advice for next time he was mysteriously invited by an organisation. Delta Squad was arguably the one he was most interested in, the prospect of seeing first-hand what the source of the mystery ship's mystery was...even if it was to sabotage it.

Standing in the hangar, the Tenno quietly inspects his sword, looking closely at the...things...for purposes that absolutely weren't just 'look busy'. There was a fellow Child to-be nearby, and deciding to partially rectify his lack of communication, calls out to them, even if it was nothing more than a simple "Are you part of Delta Squad as well?" Baby steps.

 

 

The figure had appeared rather stiff so far, but the shoulders on the Scorch's frame seemed to relax as he recognized the Tenno approaching him - likely out of relief. He trudged towards the Limbo as he approached, stopping just a few feet from him.

"Yes. I have no ship. Will need a way to Half-Light. Can- May I come with you?"

The voice that spoke was dry and throaty, typical of rapidly-aging Grineer and slightly muffled coming through a gas filter. 

 

Edited by Arunafeltz
"Limbo", not "Imago"

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On 2019-09-16 at 4:26 PM, NuttyNuti said:

Meanwhile, there was one thing they could do; establishing communications. They reach out their squad members with a transmission.

Communication request... denied.

Communication request... denied.

Communication request... denied.

Communication... request...

"Alright, fine! For the love of..."

On 2019-09-16 at 4:26 PM, NuttyNuti said:

"Squad communications established," the androgynous voice says in the communications. "Greetings, I am Cephalon Palutu. Please give me an access to your visual and auditory data so I can follow the process of the operation."

If facepalms could be felt through electronic communications alone, a great one would definitely be felt right now.

"Great, another darn Cephalon..." she mutters "I already have one of you harassing my everyday life. Any more and I'll resort to the silent vacuum of space."

She dismissed the Cephalon's request without a second thought. Still picking her teeth at the feast table, leaning on a chair in her operator form as her Warframe stands by, she had very much enjoyed the treat. Part of her was contemplating on just leaving now. They said she could after all, no strings attached, just forget this whole ordeal and leave with a full stomach. But then she thought why the hell not, if they're off to shoot things she might as well join and get paid. If this is how things are going to be, then it's not a bad deal. Sounds like the big leagues...

She gets onto her feet, taking a few steps before disappearing back into her Waframe, taking it back to her liset.

"So, how much longer before the job? And I mean minutes, not milliseconds."

It seems she has experience with the Cephalon's digital kind.

 

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DELTA

The figure had appeared rather stiff so far, but the shoulders on the Scorch's frame seemed to relax as he recognized the Tenno approaching him - likely out of relief. He trudged towards the Imago as he approached, stopping just a few feet from him.

"Yes. I have no ship. Will need a way to Half-Light. Can- May I come with you?"

The voice that spoke was dry and throaty, typical of rapidly-aging Grineer and slightly muffled coming through a gas filter. 

 

Cyrus considers whether letting this...Grineer? on his ship was the best idea. Not that he had anything against this man - though having the blood of countless of his kindmen on his hands was...uncomfortable - but rather his mind was drawn to whether or not he would step aboard Cyrus' Orbiter to be greeting by a wriggling mass of cyber-biological stuff in a dish waving a tentacle amicably. After trying to recall whether his...experiments were out or not, he decides that he had remembered to hide store them away.

"I don't see why not. Can't really leave you behind- wait, if you don't have a ship, how did you get here?" Cyrus interrupts himself as the thought suddenly crops into his head.

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10 hours ago, Denny2669 said:

"Great, another darn Cephalon..." she mutters "I already have one of you harassing my everyday life. Any more and I'll resort to the silent vacuum of space."

She dismissed the Cephalon's request without a second thought. Still picking her teeth at the feast table, leaning on a chair in her operator form as her Warframe stands by, she had very much enjoyed the treat. Part of her was contemplating on just leaving now. They said she could after all, no strings attached, just forget this whole ordeal and leave with a full stomach. But then she thought why the hell not, if they're off to shoot things she might as well join and get paid. If this is how things are going to be, then it's not a bad deal. Sounds like the big leagues...

She gets onto her feet, taking a few steps before disappearing back into her Waframe, taking it back to her liset.

"So, how much longer before the job? And I mean minutes, not milliseconds."

It seems she has experience with the Cephalon's digital kind.

Appended data on Operative #639.

What in the deepest Void. For now, out of three, two operatives expressed little ability to co-operate on the top of distinct anti-Cephalon stance. What made Aurum and Argent select those two to work with Palutu? They had to have redeeming qualities... or then the duo had severely underestimated the vitality of overriding the systems of Half Light. Thank goodness Palutu had their backup copies stored...

While humans were not Palutu's specialty, they knew better than start to argue. It would just waste time, as those beings relied on inefficient sound waves instead of digital data packages. There was also a chance that the synchronization might work after all, as disliking a party did not necessarily equal profound inability to co-operate.

"We expect the departure in 6 minutes," Palutu says, effortlessly translating their millisecond measure into integer minute format that would be optimal for human neural structure. "This is a reference to the 30 minutes time limit given by Operative Argent. I suppose your ships have went the basic maintenance routine of the Relay staff." Which wasn't something that Palutu themself would qualify. On the other hand, the staff had only limited time for each ship. Well, at least each ship would have fuel, and Palutu would make their checks on their own once they would be onbeard.

"Operative Argent gave you summary of your mission objective. I shall elaborate. Your mission is to bring me to marked nerve points so I can override commanding datastructure, one nerve point at a time. This will take non-marginal time, meaning those nerve points must be protected from forced shutdown until I am finished there. Please note that my ability to assist depends on sensory data I scan across the ship via sensors attached to the datamass and also sensors in your equipment. If your visors include augmented reality support, I shall add waypoints and map data for easier information sharing. I may even be able to highlight enemy signatures and other auxillary information, should my sensor data input be sufficient."

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"I'll carry you, Palutu." Dov said.

He jumped into his Liset, turning back on the music. He really was not hoping he was stuck with this couple of snarky numbnuts for this mission. Well, at as long as they're not snarky numbnuts during the mission. 
If there's one thing that bugs him is people that disregard the technological wonder that is a Cephalon. An inorganic, artificial intelligence, obeying your commands  and helping you on your missions. Most Cephalons he knew deserved more respect than a lot of Tenno he met.

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17 hours ago, Oobloobx said:
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Cyrus considers whether letting this...Grineer? on his ship was the best idea. Not that he had anything against this man - though having the blood of countless of his kindmen on his hands was...uncomfortable - but rather his mind was drawn to whether or not he would step aboard Cyrus' Orbiter to be greeting by a wriggling mass of cyber-biological stuff in a dish waving a tentacle amicably. After trying to recall whether his...experiments were out or not, he decides that he had remembered to hide store them away.

"I don't see why not. Can't really leave you behind- wait, if you don't have a ship, how did you get here?" Cyrus interrupts himself as the thought suddenly crops into his head.

 

 

"Thank you Tenno. I came by supply ship. My gene therapist stays here."

The Scorch didn't seem to do well with longer sentences, but his speech was coherent and unaccented. He continued.

"I am Ag'ni Shn. Good to- Pleased to meet you, Tenno. Cyrus."

Taking a grey-gloved hand off his Ignis Wraith, Ag'ni extended it to the Imago expectantly. This clone might stick out a little in their cell of Void-touched warrior gods, but he appeared keen to work together at least.

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The relay is always a site to behold when larger scale gatherings begin to depart from them. For a few, transient moments, the dull gray of their metal exterior is painted in streaks of starlight, the colors of the rainbow painting their way through dark skies, destined for some destination far, far away. The shooting stars streak into the emptiness of space, returning the gentle blanket of night to its undisturbed tranquility. The travel takes minutes at most, the landscape blurred, the maglocks holding everyone in a position that prevents them from becoming smears against the back wall of their respective ships. Slowly, the stomach-churning lurch of the stop comes, and you find yourselves face to face with it. A mass of muted greens and browns adorning smooth curves that ripple through space, easily the length of the Fomorians, but long rather than tall, a dreadnought more so than a galleon. Ever so slowly, it drifted through the void of space, a snail's pace by the standards of many ships, but much more quiet as well. Under the watchful eye of the colored pinpoint of Sedna, the Tenno feel its sheer weight pressing down on them even from a distance.

The worm wriggles in the minds of the recruits, its ceaseless shifting giving way to voiceless voice as Argent chimes directly into their minds. It seemed that this would be his preferred method of communication to the group, at least for the time being.

"Feast your eyes on the target, friends. From this exact moment, the... nevermind. The cell's initial operation, the raid of the Half-Light, has begun. The mental link will be kept active between myself and every member of the group until such a time that the operation is deemed concluded, and comms have been provided for intra-group communication. With all of that said, hold position until further orders are provided."

Gamma + Delta

"Gamma and Delta Groups, your current orders are to deactivate every system on your ships at the rendezvous point, and to utilise smaller craft, such as Archwing, in order to avoid notice. The airlocks through with you will be entering have been set so that you can access them without setting off every alarm onboard immediately. However, there will still be some level of wariness, so prepare to scramble quickly as soon as you enter. With that said, I have marked both your objectives and your entrance points, and instruct you to await at the airlocks until the order to enter has been given."

Gamma Group would see that their entrance is somewhere along the second quarter of the ship from the nose, located on the starboard flank, with three, numbered injection points lining a path from the second quarter of the ship down to the centre, varying in height and depth within the ship. Delta, on the other hand, would find their entrance point sitting quite near the front of the ship, with their initial information point being what could be assumed to be the navigation section of the dreadnought. 

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16 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:

Gamma + Delta

"Gamma and Delta Groups, your current orders are to deactivate every system on your ships at the rendezvous point, and to utilise smaller craft, such as Archwing, in order to avoid notice. The airlocks through with you will be entering have been set so that you can access them without setting off every alarm onboard immediately. However, there will still be some level of wariness, so prepare to scramble quickly as soon as you enter. With that said, I have marked both your objectives and your entrance points, and instruct you to await at the airlocks until the order to enter has been given."

Gamma Group would see that their entrance is somewhere along the second quarter of the ship from the nose, located on the starboard flank, with three, numbered injection points lining a path from the second quarter of the ship down to the centre, varying in height and depth within the ship. Delta, on the other hand, would find their entrance point sitting quite near the front of the ship, with their initial information point being what could be assumed to be the navigation section of the dreadnought. 

"Engage cloaking tech on your stealth crafts," Palutu advises both Gamma and Delta squads. "Also disable all emissive sensors." By this the Cephalon meant sensors that rely on reflection of produced radio/sound waves, such as radar and sonar. "Non-emissive sensors should not increase detection risk by any notable margin." Passive sensors included cameras, microphones, thermometers, and other detection devices that only collected data and did not procude any signals, at least not signal that couldn't be cloaked by basic stealth systems that would cloak any mandatory electronics. If needed, Palutu could also use their white noise generator to bring extra cover. "Upon reaching the critical area, we also shall enter to radio silence in order to minimize our signal input. Prioritize visual signals over other communication methods as long as possible. "

 

Edited by NuttyNuti
Clarifying who Palutu addresses.

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19 hours ago, NuttyNuti said:

GAMMA AND DELTA

"Engage cloaking tech on your stealth crafts," Palutu advises both Gamma and Delta squads. "Also disable all emissive sensors." By this the Cephalon meant sensors that rely on reflection of produced radio/sound waves, such as radar and sonar. "Non-emissive sensors should not increase detection risk by any notable margin." Passive sensors included cameras, microphones, thermometers, and other detection devices that only collected data and did not procude any signals, at least not signal that couldn't be cloaked by basic stealth systems that would cloak any mandatory electronics. If needed, Palutu could also use their white noise generator to bring extra cover. "Upon reaching the critical area, we also shall enter to radio silence in order to minimize our signal input. Prioritize visual signals over other communication methods as long as possible. "

"Cephalon Palutu? This is Takar from Delta squad. I can handle most inter-personal communications until we board the ship. Not sure if I can talk to you directly, though. Which operative are you riding with?"

Being able to communicate without the enemy knowing will be crucial. I'm glad I have done this before.

"Gamma and Delta squads: Once we enter radio silence, if there is something you need to say, think it towards me and I'll distribute it to the rest of the group. Keep it simple: complex messages tend to get lost in translation. Once we're on the ship, though, I might not be able to communicate with Gamma squad. I won't know until we get there."

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On 2019-09-18 at 4:20 PM, Arunafeltz said:

"Thank you Tenno. I came by supply ship. My gene therapist stays here."

The Scorch didn't seem to do well with longer sentences, but his speech was coherent and unaccented. He continued.

"I am Ag'ni Shn. Good to- Pleased to meet you, Tenno. Cyrus."

Taking a grey-gloved hand off his Ignis Wraith, Ag'ni extended it to the Imago expectantly. This clone might stick out a little in their cell of Void-touched warrior gods, but he appeared keen to work together at least.

Gene therapy, huh... you learn something new everyday. Cyrus supposed it made sense, making Grineer was probably intensive work - however the process happened. The way Ag'ni corrected 'good' to 'pleased' was...interesting? Slightly worrying? Maybe the Tenno was just reading too much into it. As Cyrus takes the Grineer's hand and shakes it, the mention of his name gives him pause. How did the Children know it? He can't have had too many dealings with them in the past. Another layer of mystery to unravel in due course.

 

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On 2019-09-18 at 5:01 PM, DaMadReaper said:

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The relay is always a site to behold when larger scale gatherings begin to depart from them. For a few, transient moments, the dull gray of their metal exterior is painted in streaks of starlight, the colors of the rainbow painting their way through dark skies, destined for some destination far, far away. The shooting stars streak into the emptiness of space, returning the gentle blanket of night to its undisturbed tranquility. The travel takes minutes at most, the landscape blurred, the maglocks holding everyone in a position that prevents them from becoming smears against the back wall of their respective ships. Slowly, the stomach-churning lurch of the stop comes, and you find yourselves face to face with it. A mass of muted greens and browns adorning smooth curves that ripple through space, easily the length of the Fomorians, but long rather than tall, a dreadnought more so than a galleon. Ever so slowly, it drifted through the void of space, a snail's pace by the standards of many ships, but much more quiet as well. Under the watchful eye of the colored pinpoint of Sedna, the Tenno feel its sheer weight pressing down on them even from a distance.

The worm wriggles in the minds of the recruits, its ceaseless shifting giving way to voiceless voice as Argent chimes directly into their minds. It seemed that this would be his preferred method of communication to the group, at least for the time being.

"Feast your eyes on the target, friends. From this exact moment, the... nevermind. The cell's initial operation, the raid of the Half-Light, has begun. The mental link will be kept active between myself and every member of the group until such a time that the operation is deemed concluded, and comms have been provided for intra-group communication. With all of that said, hold position until further orders are provided."

Gamma + Delta

"Gamma and Delta Groups, your current orders are to deactivate every system on your ships at the rendezvous point, and to utilise smaller craft, such as Archwing, in order to avoid notice. The airlocks through with you will be entering have been set so that you can access them without setting off every alarm onboard immediately. However, there will still be some level of wariness, so prepare to scramble quickly as soon as you enter. With that said, I have marked both your objectives and your entrance points, and instruct you to await at the airlocks until the order to enter has been given."

Gamma Group would see that their entrance is somewhere along the second quarter of the ship from the nose, located on the starboard flank, with three, numbered injection points lining a path from the second quarter of the ship down to the centre, varying in height and depth within the ship. Delta, on the other hand, would find their entrance point sitting quite near the front of the ship, with their initial information point being what could be assumed to be the navigation section of the dreadnought. 

 

Mental communication. Convenient, if not unusual to experience. The Half-Light was magnificent, though; a behemoth drifting calmly through the vacuum of space. A hum of nervous energy buzzed throughout Cyrus' body...or mind, at least. Seeing it in person - relatively speaking - was a completely different feeling to the brief beforehand. It was happening.

21 hours ago, NuttyNuti said:

GAMMA AND DELTA

"Engage cloaking tech on your stealth crafts," Palutu advises both Gamma and Delta squads. "Also disable all emissive sensors." By this the Cephalon meant sensors that rely on reflection of produced radio/sound waves, such as radar and sonar. "Non-emissive sensors should not increase detection risk by any notable margin." Passive sensors included cameras, microphones, thermometers, and other detection devices that only collected data and did not procude any signals, at least not signal that couldn't be cloaked by basic stealth systems that would cloak any mandatory electronics. If needed, Palutu could also use their white noise generator to bring extra cover. "Upon reaching the critical area, we also shall enter to radio silence in order to minimize our signal input. Prioritize visual signals over other communication methods as long as possible. "

 

 

2 hours ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

DELTA

"Cephalon Palutu? This is Takar from Delta squad. I can handle most inter-personal communications until we board the ship. Not sure if I can talk to you directly, though. Which operative are you riding with?"

Being able to communicate without the enemy knowing will be crucial. I'm glad I have done this before.

"Gamma and Delta squads: Once we enter radio silence, if there is something you need to say, think it towards me and I'll distribute it to the rest of the group. Keep it simple: complex messages tend to get lost in translation. Once we're on the ship, though, I might not be able to communicate with Gamma squad. I won't know until we get there."

Talk from the other cell members - and a Cephalon, apparently - started streaming into Cyrus' ears: talk of radio silence and other ways of communication and stealth. Now was probably a good time to inform his squadmates about his abilities. Telling them his capabilities would make teamwork easier, right?

"Just so you're aware, I can transport thing to...a different plane, I suppose. The specifics of what it is don't matter, but you should probably know that...I do..that." Flawlessly done.

Looking back at Ag'ni, Cyrus wondered how exactly the Grineer would be ferried to the ship itself. He might be able to fit into the Archwing, but he'd never piloted one with an extra passenger on board. How would that affect performance? Slower movement, more mass and surface area to account for? He'd just have to see how it went; hopefully there would be no combat in open space anyway.

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3 hours ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

DELTA

"Cephalon Palutu? This is Takar from Delta squad. I can handle most inter-personal communications until we board the ship. Not sure if I can talk to you directly, though. Which operative are you riding with?"

Being able to communicate without the enemy knowing will be crucial. I'm glad I have done this before.

"Gamma and Delta squads: Once we enter radio silence, if there is something you need to say, think it towards me and I'll distribute it to the rest of the group. Keep it simple: complex messages tend to get lost in translation. Once we're on the ship, though, I might not be able to communicate with Gamma squad. I won't know until we get there."

"I'm carrying them." Dov answered, not knowing the AI's preferred pronoun. 

"Name's Dov." He added, strapping on his archwing, getting ready to go. He had already cleaned his weapons, turned off all emissive sensors, and drank a good amount of water - he had nothing else to do now other than sit and wait, silently contemplating his approach to the other members of the team. Should he snark back? Should he ignore any petty behaviour? Should he take on a leader's role?

Eh, whatever. He'll cross that bridge when they get to it.

 

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3 hours ago, -AoN-CanoLathra- said:

DELTA

"Cephalon Palutu? This is Takar from Delta squad. I can handle most inter-personal communications until we board the ship. Not sure if I can talk to you directly, though. Which operative are you riding with?"

Being able to communicate without the enemy knowing will be crucial. I'm glad I have done this before.

"Gamma and Delta squads: Once we enter radio silence, if there is something you need to say, think it towards me and I'll distribute it to the rest of the group. Keep it simple: complex messages tend to get lost in translation. Once we're on the ship, though, I might not be able to communicate with Gamma squad. I won't know until we get there."

Appended data on Operative #640.
Rename: Operative #640 --> Operative Takar.

"That is a good idea," the Cephalon replied. "Little is known how to detect this kind of communications by means of technology. I still do recommend keeping it sparse to avoid attention. I am not sure if I can access that kind of communication, but I am with an operative who can pass the message."

14 minutes ago, ShrimpOverlord said:

"I'm carrying them." Dov answered, not knowing the AI's preferred pronoun. 

"Name's Dov." He added, strapping on his archwing, getting ready to go.

Them. Finally. Were those humans finally able to read the internal parameter that indicated a Cephalon's preferred pronoun? Palutu has been understading that humans were incapable of seeing such light-constructed things. This needed more study. Maybe this was just a lucky guess, or then habit of some humans to refer unknown parties as "them". Moreover, there was this possibility that the humans were able to read it all along but they just taunted the Cephalon by sticking on the polarized "him"/"her" vocabulary.

But more that on other day.

Appended data on Operative #638.
Rename: Operative #638 --> Operative Dov.

"Affirmative. Operative Dov is caring about transportation of me, Cephalon Palutu. Operative Dov, please inform me next time you reveice Operative Takar's mental message, so I can verify whether or not I can receive it. If not, please relay me any vital information."

53 minutes ago, Oobloobx said:

"Just so you're aware, I can transport thing to...a different plane, I suppose. The specifics of what it is don't matter, but you should probably know that...I do..that." Flawlessly done.

...different plane? Wait. Palutu had heard only rumors... about a mathematican...

"Translation though dimension of higher magnitude than four?" they inquired. "I need specifics to be able to estimate how to utilize it. Most importantly, can our plane detect events on this different plane?"

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The flight to the ship had been quite serene. Ordis kept up his incessant chatter for the most of it but Insali had managed to filter it out and get some semblance of rest. Not like there's much else to do while hurtling through the black void of interplanetary space.

On 2019-09-18 at 7:01 PM, DaMadReaper said:

"Gamma and Delta Groups, your current orders are to deactivate every system on your ships at the rendezvous point, and to utilise smaller craft, such as Archwing, in order to avoid notice. The airlocks through with you will be entering have been set so that you can access them without setting off every alarm onboard immediately. However, there will still be some level of wariness, so prepare to scramble quickly as soon as you enter. With that said, I have marked both your objectives and your entrance points, and instruct you to await at the airlocks until the order to enter has been given."

"I really wish you'd stop doing that..." Insali thought at the voice in his head.

The Symbiote got his armor pieces, and started reattaching the Excalibur suit's armor plating.

"Cephalon, do you still require my audiovisual feed? The connection could jeopardize the stealth aspect of our insertion." He asked Palutu, switching off the broad-range radio.

 

((I'll fix the colors in the evening. For now, suffer minty overload))

Edited by Psychotoxin

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26 minutes ago, Psychotoxin said:

"Cephalon, do you still require my audiovisual feed? The connection could jeopardize the stealth aspect of our insertion." He asked Palutu, switching off the broad-range radio.

"Your observation is correct," Palutu says. While it was possible that there was a provocation attempt happening based on the earlier history, the operative had a point, and facts always overrode interpersonal flavors. "I modify my earlier request. Instead of providing me audiovisuals, please prepare for that I may take over them if I see that necessary. That applies for situations when there is certainty of not having our cover broken by this connection, or that the cover is already broken. In order to decrease visible signals, I request physically jacking my datamass into Operative Dov's systems so signals are easier to conceal."

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While the groups were busy considering their plans of action, the Grineer dreadnought was shifting along its path, lumbering through the starry sky as fast as its engines could carry out. Minute by minute, the time afforded to the groups was waning, their window of opportunity slowly closing, a fact helpfully reminded to them by some gentle prodding at their minds, courtesy of the feminine half of the duo organising their mission. 

Elsewhere in the system, Argent was busy scanning through the ship in order to better clarify the mapping they'd acquired from the ship's previous passings, analysing the nearby area for any possible interferences, but only finding more black spots surrounding the ship. It seemed that the number of Lanterns had increased since the last visit. Curiouser, and curiouser. For the time being, however, he neglected to mention this to the squads, in order to see if any detections are made without the Nyx's mental probing.

Insali

"I would if I could, friend, but it's convenient, instant, and more or less undetectable."

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