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[PSL] VKS/RvB AU
[ Miles is really, really starting to hate Jackson's Whole. First the original mess with Taura. Then Mark - his brother, whom he is incredibly glad to have, but dear god what a disaster that had been from start to finish - and now this.
He should have known better to get anywhere close to this damn planet, but the mission had been too damn important to pass up. Simon had gotten wind of a cloning operation that supposedly involved implanting the new bodies with AI similar to his own memory chip. Super soldiers, perhaps, or just one more level of exceeding human limitations. A brilliant mind to go along with an immortal body.
The Baron responsible hadn't been anywhere near his previous encounters with Ryoval or Fell, so Miles had thought he might have enough space to wriggle in. Get a little advice from Mark, grease a few palms ... Too bad Fell had already informed most of his competitors of Miles' wiles in advance. The Baron had been prepared. Miles hadn't been prepared enough.
He'd evaded capture ... by ducking directly into the clone creché itself. Which was, of course, the most well-guarded and difficult to escape section of the entire facility, and they were in peak condition. So now he's here, cursing himself and this whole goddamned system. He's crouched behind some of the training equipment; with any luck, he can observe these modified clones before any of them find him in turn.
But since when has Miles ever been lucky? ]
He should have known better to get anywhere close to this damn planet, but the mission had been too damn important to pass up. Simon had gotten wind of a cloning operation that supposedly involved implanting the new bodies with AI similar to his own memory chip. Super soldiers, perhaps, or just one more level of exceeding human limitations. A brilliant mind to go along with an immortal body.
The Baron responsible hadn't been anywhere near his previous encounters with Ryoval or Fell, so Miles had thought he might have enough space to wriggle in. Get a little advice from Mark, grease a few palms ... Too bad Fell had already informed most of his competitors of Miles' wiles in advance. The Baron had been prepared. Miles hadn't been prepared enough.
He'd evaded capture ... by ducking directly into the clone creché itself. Which was, of course, the most well-guarded and difficult to escape section of the entire facility, and they were in peak condition. So now he's here, cursing himself and this whole goddamned system. He's crouched behind some of the training equipment; with any luck, he can observe these modified clones before any of them find him in turn.
But since when has Miles ever been lucky? ]
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Stunner and needler. A knife.
[ Not his seal dagger, but still decent. ]
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She has the next part of the map pulled up and her own plasma arc out at the ready as she steps in front of him. ]
I'll lead this time, but if you pull anything with your toys...
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[ As for that, well. He waves a hand. ]
It would completely defeat the purpose.
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[ Because she's still not convinced that isn't in the plan. She motions for him to follow. With her calculations in mind, sneaking by this way gives them the lowest chance of detection. ]
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[ He ghosts his way down the hallway, looking for interlopers... ]
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The thought leaves her mind as soon as her sensors detect movement up ahead. A patrol? If so they were off route and schedule. She glances over at Miles, sure his disturbance is the source, and presses herself against the wall, edging towards where the hall turns. ]
We've got company.