Where Do the Bees Sleep? [Open RP]

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Where Do the Bees Sleep? [Open RP]

Post by Obligator » Thu Jun 28, 2018 12:32 am

MCNN BREAKING NEWS - NUCLEAR MELTDOWN REPORTED IN LASALLE, ILLINOIS
Engineering giant MAVU Industries' extensive manufacturing plant has gone into lockdown as reports of nuclear meltdown are in the air. Evacuations of the massive Illinois facility have dominated the morning reports, and residents of the surrounding townships are in crisis as they scramble to get away from what could be an impending disaster. This chaotic turn of events represents what can only be a catastrophic failure of MAVU's system, as it seems only a select group of technicians can avert complete disaster. Radiation has already been reported to be leaking from the plant -

Step one was initiating the false alarm. An inside contact had covertly provided Henshaw with the access point he needed to get into the facility's network, eluding both the physical and digital security simultaneously. In a bureaucratic hive like MAVU, nobody questioned a man with the right credentials. Slipping into the server room, he quickly withdrew the uplink wire from the side of his head and inserted it into a server, his eyes rolling back as he interfaced directly with the system. It only took five minutes to upload a series of readings that would signal false positives on every single reactor meltdown indicator. Within seven minutes, the evacuation alarm went off, and he slipped out with the rest of the staff.
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As was protocol, a team of technicians would soon advance bravely into the malfunctioning facility to attempt to shut off the aberrant reactor. That was when step two came into play. As the technicians moved through the dense forest towards the plant, they were quietly shot and disposed of by none other than a crew of highly elite Eisenalder soldiers. Sliding into their position?

That very same elite crew, headed by both Henshaw and 2714, now wearing the same array of stark-white hazmat suits which had adorned the now-executed technicians. Descending on the MAVU Industries manufacturing plant in a set of three vans, they disembarked with a set of briefcases which would normally contain the tools they'd need to defuse a meltdown. Instead? Weaponry...and room to bring some prizes out.

All was in place. They all looked identical to the workers who were initially being sent in. There'd be no institutional involvement with the meltdown, having replaced the professionals sent in to handle the nuclear reactor; only the approach of unanticipated variables could possibly influence the outcome of their objective.

Step three: Retrieve fissionable materials from the reactor. We are here.

"Let's go, boys," he whispered excitedly into a headset under his rubber hood, "Easy money."


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Post by Red-Alpha » Thu Jun 28, 2018 2:39 am

Enrico lifted his head as he heard the news from the tv in the restaurant, furrowing his brow in thought. This was disconcerting, he had heard of no serious weaknesses previously. Select group of technicians hm? They would have to work fast. He pulled out his phone, researching the plant for a minute or two, already people seemed to be in a rush to leave. This could be bad if they failed. Enrico wasn't normally one to make himself get into any kind of non violent situation, but there were two reasons he saw he might be useful here: His scientific expertise, which he knew might help him get this done much quicker with a better chance to fix it. Or if it was actually sabotage or theft of some kind. It was a plant, they had a great deal of useful and expensive resources fit for taking or destroying if one could only do it right.

He stood up flipping over a different set of pages, I don't need my people involved in this. It'd be too obvious and threaten our security. Best to do this myself with a bit of help. he thought. Normally he didn't hire mercenaries, but he kept good track of the ones he'd be in the potential vicinity of or might potentially need in the case his own forces were unavailable or incapable. One individual that might work out was the one he was trying to contact to meet right now, code named Lady Luck. Not the sort he was used to, but she'd have to do. He had no time for a mask, but his face was not well known, it hopefully wouldn't matter much. He had his powers, and he grabbed the equipment he could put under his clothes. First to see if she showed up so he could explain and test the price, then to the facility. He'd rather not risk a radiation outbreak or their equipment stolen from them, even if it meant he had to push his way in to do so.
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Post by Django » Thu Jun 28, 2018 10:01 am

ANTICIPATION

”Easy money.”

SJD-2714 was not a betting man. Given his programming, it was nearly impossible to be one; various subroutines in his mind allowed him to see that a pursuit in gambling would almost always end in a loss unless the odds were to be rigged in one’s favor-- something that Glenn Henshaw and the Kommandant had exactly done. And with the way they had planned the operation, failure was almost impossible.

Despite MAVU’s strikingly unethical activities regarding synthetics, the corporation still retained a public image with the rest of society that showed a progressive mindset among the executives. They were, after all, responsible for much, if not all, of the infrastructure in Detroit; conditions that many of the citizens experienced in the supercity, however, were anything but progressive. The company found it easy to shift blame away from themselves in light of the fact that the various gangs in the slums were destroying each other, regardless of any outside influence from MAVU. The high crime rate was why peacekeeping forces were stationed so ruthlessly in the area, anyhow.

Detroit was another matter entirely. When it came to engineering and various sciences, MAVU retained a very superficial guise of tameness that the media bought hook, line, and sinker. Nobody knew about the synthetic programs, nor their advanced weaponry division besides the people he’d told, which included Henshaw and the Kommandant specifically and nobody else.

2714 stepped from the white van, face and stature hidden entirely behind the stark-white appearance of the white cleanroom suit he donned. He looked to Henshaw for a moment, retrieving the briefcase that held the “tools” they required for the operation.

”I look forward to completing this mission.” 2714 stated to nobody in particular, mostly to himself among anybody else. The voice modulator had been changed within his throat, allowing for his tone to change to that of a gravelly and bass-heavy intonation. Partially to help mask his identity from any high-level executives, and partially to aid in separating himself from his previous life even further.

Comeuppance.

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Post by Deus Mortis » Fri Jun 29, 2018 12:10 am

”Final mic test. Alpha testing, 1-2-3.”

”Bravo here. Reading you loud and clear, Squad Lead.”

”Charlie reporting.”

”Ditto with Delta.”

”Echo mic check.”

”Foxtrot ready.”

”Gamma's tech check.”

”Alright good. Seems like we're all operational.”

The Eisenalder Strike Team within the first van finished their round of headset and earpiece check ups, ensuring that there were no technical issues before the heist started. The issue of physical equipment was a concern already handled before they got into the field, during their preparation, and was something that one would be able to see underneath the white, identical hazmat suits that each of the team members wore. Fitted with body armor, knee and elbow guards, comms devices, breath masks, and a compact set of thermal goggles made by the Kommandant himself, the Strike Team was set up to be as versatile as they could while staying light and most importantly, in disguise.

“Alpha”, the previously described Squad Leader, checked over his firearm one final time. He carried a carbine with an integrated suppressor, one that was modified by the Kommandant in order to be much, much more quieter than your run of the mill suppressor. The coating of the carbine was a pearly white in order to help camouflage with the hazmat suits.The stock of the weapon was foldable and the magazine resembled more of a small, thick box than a stick for ease of concealment. Alpha completed his check of his weapon by unloading the magazine and checking its capacity, satisfied at the sight of his magazine full with hollow point rounds. Not using armor piercing rounds was a gamble though not one without merit as one wrong shot going through a wall in a nuclear power plant could inadvertently wipe a state off the map.

Now done with their equipment check, Alpha and the rest of the Strike Team folded their guns and put them inside of their designated briefcase, each one holding cluster flashbangs, smoke grenades, tear gas, a handgun in case, and lastly additional magazines for their firearms, some hollow point and others armor piercing, also in case.

”Let’s break a little bad.” Alpha said, looking directly at Henshaw.

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Post by Azra » Fri Jun 29, 2018 1:04 am

Lady Luck sat outside a graveyard of Lasalle. A friend back in the thirties finally got to open up a saloon when prohibition was finally dropped. Said friend was dead now another lost to time, poor a glass out for the dead take a shot for herself. A visit to a dead friend an average happenstance for the improbable mercenary. As she sat enjoying the burn against the back of her throat however a call came in not really a number she knew but she had a feeling that she should answer it. She was running low on money to toss aside frivolously surely a unexpected paycheck was in order.

"Licia Fortuna speaking, the chick who's your good luck charm for a price." The caller seemed all business and motive, true stick in the mud soldier type but the reason he was calling seemed perfect. "Not quite your crew I know but I'll gladly watch your six. Talk price when we're done and not dead." With the history of missions under the witch's belt she knew talking price pre mission wasn't as lucrative. Flat high rate and when a mission went to well you weren't worth the cost on missions of that level. Might up the stakes cause that's what the rate was thinning out possibilities. Be to cheap and who knew if they'd give a mission worth the time. Ideally Licia felt the price was based on target security to work around or through, then how things went. More for hazard less for needless destruction and so on.Should she die they lost nothing as well which was always nice in the back of an employers mind. "Get a hold of something to help with radiation if you can however. Not a sexy outfit usually I'll admit but I'd rather wear one of those than come down with cancer." She was well into her six hundred plus years of living and she thought pretty good looking didn't need her hair falling out now.

Heading to the MAVU plant was a pain in the ass at the start Licia found, a lot of people were looking to get away from the area. Checkpoints were starting to pop up gradually of security, wasn't to many who should be heading in other than experts on these kind of emergencies and MAVU staff. First few times she got flagged down for going e wrong way her various military credentials covered for her. Eventually however she was getting to close and security was picking up more, big corporations really didn't want outsiders coming in. Especially given how much trouble such a situation could be, sure right now it was just a leak but if it was already at such a point it wouldn't take to much to become something more. Licia had doubts she was entering the next area that would have a meltdown or end up as Chernobyl but ordinary people didn't think so logically. Give things time and there could be total hysteria.

A ghost white figure hops a fence and spots a guard heading to a restroom with another. As luck would have it the two newer soldiers thought the securing of the facility this far was stupid and nobody was coming by. They assumed they had time to play and so as they went to hide together Licia picked up one of their coat's and hats left in their rush to ditch a uniform. It wasn't a perfect cover but with something and her own lucky ways she now could get closer to the heart of the matter. Wasn't long before she was standing beside her employer not to far from the facility.

"Probably going to keep my abilities to a minimum for now. Avoid messing with chances until they need it more." Some didn't even believe in luck and probability let alone as a force someone could influence. Licia had come to know however that it was something she could in fact manipulate. However it was as useful as it was chaotic you get the best roll possible in a game of dice and it was probably trouble for someone else. "Anywho you got a way in? I don't think a stollen uniform alone will get one through the door."

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Post by LunaHawk » Fri Jun 29, 2018 2:16 am

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To a number of the wealthy on the coasts Illinois was, at best, fly over country. Gale felt differently. She had been across the whole of the United States several times, several dozen times actually, in the last two hundred plus years. Though most of her business interests were on the left coast, as a member of the NFL's owners group she had business in Chicago for the league. Having just been at a meeting of some of the owners hosted by the owner of the Chicago Bears, it was simple enough to respond to the latest news alert. She had considered arriving as Gale but a potential radiation leak would require protection. The kind of protection provided by her Kat One armor. Gale found a place far from prying eyes and snapped her fingers, activating the armor. She shape shifted just enough to alter her hair length and coloration and changed her eye implants to appear as ordinary eyes with a simple mental command.

Xae had not been seen in public in nearly ten years. Today she would appear, though how many people would be aware of it was a different question entirely. She landed atop of the roof of one of the outlying reactor buildings, her wings spread out behind her and molecule slicing energy arcing across her claws. She shifted into a crouching position and quietly observed the reactor. Her eye implants and the sensory equipment of her armor revealed a simple fact...the reactor was not leaking. She cocked her head and frowned. She had intended to see what help she could lend but the situation revealed itself to be...something else entirely.

She placed a hand on the edge of the roof and shifted forward, extending the range of her armor's sensory suite with a neural impulse. The presence of others inside of the reactor facility was not surprising, nor was the presence of guards creating a security perimeter. What seemed to be missing from the scene thus far was emergency response teams. So far Xae had nothing to act on but plenty to look for. She folded her wings on her back, minimizing her profile. The armor she wore would make her difficult to spot, especially if no one was looking up towards the rooftops but she was far from invisible. Xae didn't much care either way.

She reached down and removed her whip from her belt, toying her fingers through the coils as she considered what steps to take next. Regardless, I need more information before I do anything else. So far it looks like a basic false alarm...except it's not being reported that way. Something is going on...but what?

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Post by Red-Alpha » Fri Jun 29, 2018 4:00 am

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Enrico had managed to get the individual, she had a trustable enough record in regards to her skill and afterwards would be when they discussed cost. As long as this wasn't some inhumanly ridiculous mission or she didn't turn on him, he was fairly certain things would go fine, or at least without them two dying. Especially considering what she was said to be capable of, Enrico nodded as she made her first statement, "Yes, just pretend you're something soldier for the next minute or two and nobody will question it. The leak won't be bad enough to cause any harm right now or we'd see everyone wearing suits and an evacuation, as that is not the case, we are perfectly safe, but there are suits inside on the chance somebody intends on breaking the safety's entirely, should this be a combat situation."

He started walking with a rather specific stride in his step, his clothing tightened and Enrico focused his mind ahead of them on the main gatekeeper. Just as Enrico and Lady Luck would come into view the man would hear his comms come up with a message from his superior, "There's an inspector Jonas Ishmael coming through, make sure to let him in." Enrico sensed a few clearances going through and quickly worked through them with the guards mind just as they approached he held up his hand, nothing was really in it, but they would perceive his badge, "Inspector Jonas Ishmael, you should be expecting me."

The moment he set away the "badge" Enrico switched his telepathic influence to emotion, causing them to feel a sort of fear of authority towards him. "Yeah, yeah, we heard, go in." He was waved in through the main gate and he nodded with a grin once they passed the actual entrance. It interested him, one of the reasons that Enrico found It so easy to connect with them was that they were of average to slightly above average intellect. Dull people were actually rather difficult to fully give illusions.

"Keep your eyes open for the unusual. And give me a moment." He said keeping walking towards the source of the problems but having to let his actual attention slip just a bit, opening up his mind searching out the intentions of as many people present as he could, particularly in all the vital areas of the place. If he could determine their goals and what problems were immediately before them, he could much more easily discern the truth behind the supposed leak and if he was actually needed or not.
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It was a rather passive ability normally, easily to use, the real necessity for his focus was how many people he was trying to cipher through it and trying to determine the intentions, short and midterm, of those who were within any location that had to do with the operations of the facility on some level. Although he was always searching the guards, he paid much less attention to them.
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Post by Obligator » Fri Jun 29, 2018 4:10 am

As Eisenalder's group set themselves up, Henshaw took a moment to inspect his own equipment. His metal hand was operating normally, which was good. Maintenance on that was near constant, but worth it. His bag and armament within were fairly standard Eisenalder equipment (one suppressed carbine with hollow point rounds), but he was also packing his modded Desert Eagle, as he always did. That was for the weird, and based on his past experiences, Henshaw knew the weird could pop up near anywhere.

Zipping the white cleansuit over the holstered Eagle so that he now resembled all the rest, he nodded to Alpha and 2714, waving them and the group on towards the security perimeter. As was protocol for MAVU, guards in hazard suits blocked every entrance to the windowless inner facility, meaning one would have to go through an armed checkpoint to access the reactor building. The disguised company of soldiers made their way from their van to the first checkpoint ten minutes behind official schedule, but nobody was going to ask for an explanation when there was a crisis to avert.

Displaying the proper clearance cards the all required, they were ushered into the building quickly, the reinforced entrance closing behind them. With 2714 leading the way, they could navigate the facility's complex interior fairly easily. MAVU didn't fuck around when it came to security, and each hall appeared to be lined with fortified blast doors. This was one of the primary reasons why sending a single agent to complete the objective while the plant was still operating was infeasible, as the doors were impossible to simply sneak through. With their passcards, only they had the current authorization to open and close them, which slowed their movement through the halls somewhat.

Over the radio, though, Henshaw caught a new order - one that shouldn't be coming through. He rose a gloved metal hand up to his hood, pushing a button on the side.

Inspector Jonas Ishmael?

"Belay that order, Captain," he said clearly, balling up his other fist to signal a temporary stop. "We have a dangerous situation here. Nobody is to enter the fac-il-i-ty aside from us. MAVU Protocol," he stated, waiting for an acknowledgement. Until then, Jonas would be stopped at the door, and the company would continue through the winding maze of highly-secured halls.

"If this man persists, detain him."



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Post by Django » Fri Jun 29, 2018 4:10 pm

ANXIETY

Was it possible for him to feel such a thing?

Under the identity-erasing visor of the cleanroom hood 2714 donned, a self-doubt was beginning to form. Eyes drifted behind an obscuring mask to Alpha, then to Henshaw himself, the man who'd orchestrated this entire operation and would see it to completion, no matter the cost. No, there was no going back, and 2714 knew that perfectly well.


"What are you doing?"

A voice, feminine, sounded to his right. SJD snapped his head to the voice, brow furrowed; the sight of empty space greeted his eyes. The memories. Not now. His head slowly returned to its original forward position as he did a double-check of his gear in order to distract his mind.


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While Henshaw and Schmidt's men had carried compact carbines within the confines of their briefcases, 2714 had decided to circumvent the process of retrieving his firearm by, well, having his gun be the briefcase. Along the inside of the handle used to hold the case was a safety notch along with a button device used to pull the trigger of an MP5K submachine gun that'd been hooked up to a firing device on the inside of the briefcase, coming standard with an integrated suppressor around the barrel. Stored in the other half of the case [and fitted not to overlay with the gun or its firing mechanism] was a triggerable plastic explosive to be used as a last resort-- something 2714 hoped the situation wouldn't come to. He'd made sure to replace the 20-round magazine with a custom-fitted 100 round box magazine, designed to fit within the confines of the briefcase while still allowing it to close and function properly. While the safety trigger was activated, the actual hole where the bullets were shot out of was closed, making it look like a completely unassuming briefcase besides the two triggers on the underside of the handle.

2714's NE-2 Socrates helmet and LSOC Suit had, unfortunately, been discarded in favor of disguise; SJD brought up the prospect of sneaking alongside the strike team in his combat outfit, given its stealth capabilities, but the proposition was ultimately found to be too much of a risk to attempt. Thus, 2714 found himself cramped within a cleanroom suit, the robotic features of his hands barely discernable by the polygon-like outlines of his gloves. He still retained his tethers, thankfully, seeing as they were integrated into the structure of his arm; the blades, however, were detached in order to further the believability of his disguise.

2714 heard a singular side of a report from Henshaw; somebody attempting to gain access to the facility. Hm. The thought would have to linger in the back of his mind for now, should the matter of an intrusion progress further. For now, there was only the mission; and they were close, very close. The entrance to a service elevator stood before them, and it would descend further into the subterranean facility where the reactor core would be housed. Waiting for the arrival of the elevator cabin, SJD-2714 looked to Henshaw. His head tilted somewhat, signifying the asking of a question.

"Will trespassers become a problem, sir?" The mercenary inquired in a low tone, turning back to the elevator once the two large doors began to slide open.

A woman stood at the center of the elevator platform. Her. 2714 blinked, and she was gone. Hallucinations. Stop. Focus. The mission. Nothing else.

SJD, recognizing he'd halted in boarding the elevator, did so silently. The visor offered no view of the malaise upon his face.



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Post by Deus Mortis » Tue Jul 03, 2018 1:56 pm

Following Henshaw out of the van, the team strapped on their duffel bags and ensured their briefcases were secure. Military training and experience kicked in as the team turned their hands to examine the impressive defenses MAVU built up. No point, no window, no tower, and no rooftop seemed void of some kind of look out, whether that be a camera or pair of guards. The Kommandant had already informed the team that such a company was no stranger to near zealously fortifying their important assets, which made it no surprise to the team now that going guns blazing was not much of an option.


If they wanted this done, it’d have to be silently.

From the group, Delta was the first to raise a potential problem to the infiltration team. Thanks to his thermal imaging goggles, Delta had spotted a heat signature on one of the rooftops farther from the main reactor buildings, one that was hunched over or just smaller than usual. Having little reason to think otherwise, Delta believed the figure to be an expertly placed MAVU guard, perhaps even a potential sniper judging by their low stance.


”This place has some serious protection. Just spotted a guard on one of the outer buildings.”

”Great. We dealing with a sniper?”

”Could be. Or just a guy stationed there with a pair of binoculars.”

”Eh..I doubt it. MAVU doesn’t seem like the type to be afraid of some extra security.”

The extra chatter died down to a complete halt as the team passed by a pair of guards by the entrance. One of the guards nodded over at Alpha in greeting but would be ignored. The Strike Team had a facade to keep, personas of professionals belonging to MAVU. Professionals that didn’t have time to be polite during a nuclear crisis.

Henshaw’s sudden stop was not something that went unnoticed to the group who in response, all stopped.

”"If this man persists, detain him." Henshaw said which already gave the others an idea of what was happening. They were dealing with either a possible intruder or legitimate MAVU personnel. Neither made the job any easier.

”It’s always something.”

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