#robot-airforce

He had the box with him now, a plain unassuming cardboard affair.This was absolutely not appropriate containment procedures and in all likelyhood he was going to get a chewing out from whatever tech he ended up running into.

She’d been in-flight before all of the details had been ironed out, but she did distinctly remember “small team” being used. While her instruments weren’t able to pick up how many were actually in the target structure, they were picking up a little more activity than she would have expected out this far. She keyed her comms to check in.

Intruder detected, identifying target and analyzing threat level:

Girlfriend and her 3 foot, 50000 zenny quail stuffy.

This is fine.

@robot-airforce​

Getting into the base was the easy part. Getting what he needed and finding a way back out? Now that would be the hard part.

Blackout, with no short amount of luck, had managed to sneak his way onto the Air Base while it was docked and cloak himself until he’d found his way into the vents. Sending a few of his nanite friends ahead to disable any sensors and alarms in his path, the maverick had made his way slowly through the ship until he’d made his way to a closed off room where he could work. He dropped down, made short work of the lone guard and moving the body aside, he set up to get to work.

Wires plugged into the computer board, his built-in hacking programs getting straight to work to unlock files and plans. More nanites crawled across the motherboard, slipping in between paper-thin cracks to attack the system more directly from within. While his programs worked efficiently, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t trip some sort of alert to a hacking attempt. He would need to be fast--take what he could manage, and get the hell out before they took off or caught him.

The Hunter on duty at the security desk for the holding cells checked the cameras. Couple of the cells were empty, a few had confirmed mavericks in various states of discontent, awaiting interrogation. The first cell had a reploid sitting squarely in the middle of the room. The young hunter was still a bit surprised to see him, the duty roster had rotated him away from Holding for a couple weeks. He’d been on duty when the Lieutenant had been arrested.