The world is in a general state of progressive peace. The population seems pretty easy going though once the authorities arrive in their hover cars, they spread, leaving the officials to their work.
Without a question, Aurora is approached and asked to vacate, The woman who approached her gives a bow and offers her humble apologies that she had to request such a thing...
Their are 3 cars, 6 officers. 2 of the officers seem to be wearing gold trimmed hats made of a fine white silken cloth. The other officials are unphased by the uniform difference.
One of the gold trimmed officers raised a megaphone to his lips, speaking with a rather accented voice akin to that of John.
"Would the person, or persons, who attempted to access restricted information please come forward?"
It's a very strange, exceptionally forward question. almost as if this person thinks it will work.
"Sonuvabiscuit," Jaq says flatly as the megaphone wielding person asks for her to step forward.
Sir Gavin looked out the viewport and massaged his temples again.
"We cannot risk the exposure. Ready the conveyor to jump out." He said sighing.
Looking around he paused and frowned.
Where is Aurora?" He asked.
Aurora smiles down at the people trying to escort her out of the area. At first she simply stands still and if they continue to prod her, well she does not want to loose her friends!!
"Oh Crap..." Jaq says as she realizes that not everyone is in the vehicle.
"Great. First mission and I screw things up to SNAFU levels," she laments.
Trying to think.
"Alright. Alright.
"First, can we move this thing? Does it have jump jets or something?
"Second, can we contact Aurora by radio? That won't be intercepted?"
"If it transmits, it can be intercepted," Jaq says off-handedly as she thinks furiously.
"Well, all my ideas are straight out of a farce, do you have anything," she asks.
"Is it possible to jump back to Homeline, then back here in a different place? Radio a rally point to Aurora when we do?" Sir Gavin asked the more technical specialists.
"I dunno, All I know is the see-oh is going to rip me a new one for this Charlie Foxtrot," she says as he eyes fall to the photobug.
"I just need to buy enough time to get Aurora aboard, right?"
"We jump now, we could get lost in time," Flynn points out.
"So, our best bet is to stall, or misdirect them and hope that they don't catch one."
Jaq rubs the back of her neck, her eyes still on the photobug.
"Well, do you want me to give you the slightly stupid plan or the very crazy [i]and]/i] stupid plan?"
"Well," she sighs, "I can try to route several other breach attempts through various nearby computers. The problem with that is they probably have a good idea of where my attempt came from since I failed to observe even a modicum of forethought when I went in, but if they react to it, we might be able to get Aurora on board and keep them guessing long enough for our extraction."
"I take the bug there and make a dang fool of myself acting like some sort of mad scientist. Make demands and stuff like that. I know enough that I might be able to keep it up long enough for us to get pulled out of here. If I fire off some rounds, it might add to the act too, but I'd need time to get my ballistic suit on and put on something over it. If they really think I'm a threat, then they might just try to shoot me."
"With the bug's help, I can probably throw down one magical disguise—and just one. I think we'll need a way to talk ourselves out of this."
Regarding the Conveyor's mobility: No upgrades have been applied to it aside from the cloak field. Though you have been given authority to do what you will to the device.
Another booming demand echoes from the megaphone along the main street.
"We ask only once more: Reveal your self. Or be met with force."
It's not hard to notice that the amount of officer's are increasing. Several vehicles zoom overhead of the ally the conveyor happens to be place. However, the stealth field prevents their scans from detecting you.
The Photo-bug tabs about with its jar. The nimbus of light still pulsating off of it.
"Oh, yeah. That'd probably work better," Jaq says sheepishly.
"Or I could fess up and hope for the best," she adds as the voice booms again.
"Right. If you're already tapped into the public broadcasts—Jaq, any chance you can bring up an image of a secret ops badge of some sort? I can create a few fake objects, but unless we're absolutely sure, it'll likely get us into more trouble."
"Worst case—this is a world with aliens. We call ourselves space-teleporters, rather than time-teleporters, and we might be okay."
"If it's secret, probably not without having to try and hack into something," She says with a shrug as she turns back to her computer, "besides I don't know if we have time to find something."
Moving off as the officers clear the street, Aurora slips away and quickly changes her looks to more resemble that of one of the police officers. She then heads back into the area and tries to move closer to the alley the group is in without drawing too much notice.
"Yeah, about your idea," Jaq tells Flynn as she shows him the screen showing no connection.
"Sorry, I'm spinning my tires here, I don't know of any way out of this that doesn't leave us, or me at least, wide open for spilling the beans."
Can I think of anything we haven't considered?
Fail by 4. Guess not.
With John suddenly having fallen asleep and Teal unaccounted for The three conscious members aboard the conveyor have a choice to make. Launch into another world in hopes that they return or attempt some kind of counter operation to the moving authorities...
"You have been warned."
The megaphone operator speaks for a final time. Once again, a cop car hovers above your location slowly making its way through the narrow road. A wide beam laser seems to act as a scanner, though it still fails to suggest it defected the conveyor. It continues though.
"God, I know I'm an idiot, but please, please, please just let them think we're a hole in space and go on their merry way, amen," Jaq prays when no other ideas seem to be forthcoming.
"Alright, team leader. This one's your call. Do we come out?"
Sir Gavin swore in french.
"No. Their technology equals or exceeds ours, if aliens are involved. It's one thing to risk ourselves, but we cannot risk having the Conveyor taken."
He pointed a Jaq.
"Jaq. Broadcast to Aurora; I really hope she took her radio with her. Message; 'Hide. Keep listening this freq. We'll be back.' to her."
He pointed at Flynn.
"Doctor Flynn. Ready to emergency jump back."
He looked out the viewscreen and waited until the laser was about to find them.
"...three, two, one, JUMP!" He called out
"Right, then. I'll need some extra fingers to cross."
"I'm laying down a mechanic's charm, the premise is a bit alien but it subdivides fine kinesthetic sense with simple telekinesis through minor dimensional projection..."
Jaq fumbles with the radio's controls as she tries to use the right frequency. She takes a deep breath and tries again.
Still on the street, Aurora waits and watches as the scene plays out before her. Unable to get away from her 'escort' she watches as the scene plays out.
The Conveyor does not have Quantum hopping capablities. You can not return to HQ, however, Jumping through your current Quantum is easy enough, though the recharge is 30 minutes.
Flynn uses magic to give himself an added edge to better his operation of the pilot's console. He succeeds brilliantly.
Whilst the Math Magician plots a series of potential worlds with no true direction, Jaq attempts to contact Aurora through personal coms with a bit of stealth.
Unfortunately her fumbling doesn't even allow her to send a proper informative comment.
"We'll be back!" Is about all she manages to yell into the radio, but Aurora did get that, at least.
Aurora is currently left on an alien world, posing as an alien. watching as Human Officers attempt to locate a now vanished hacker.
"Madam," The officer that escorted her speaks, "Could I get you anything? This shouldn't take too long but we'd like to offer our service if needed."
Somewhat startled by the sudden broadcast (and not even realizing she could receive such!), Aurora smile at the human by her side and shakes her head.
The team minus one arrives into a new world...
In a quick hazy flash, The scenery changes from a dense ally way to a lush and vibrant forest scape.
Sensors pick up no artificial wave lengths. It does pick up two celestial bodies in orbit of this world... Upon simply looking at the sky, despite it being mid-day, the moon has been shattered.
Two halves seem to orbit near each other among a smattering of debris.
Aside from this, the Conveyor has seemingly made a scrotch mark in what would otherwise be a lush patch of vines and bushes. Oxygen levels are normal to high.
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Aurora denied further aide. The Officer simply gives a nod and small bow, backing away and headed to join the other officers.
A moment later, an eccented voice (Of of more soothing and higher tones) speaks from behind her...
"Humans and their games..."
An Avine female slides up to Aurora's side. She is dressed in less then Aurora, showing more skin through her midsection and a legs. She turns, looking over the Unknown Avine before her.
"Welcome to my sector, My name is Lunis. Who might you be?"
Once again not sure what to do, Aurora smiles, nods and touches her throat and shakes her head. Perhaps being mute is not unknown to these beings. More than likely she is going to have to explain herself!
Sir Gavin looked out the viewport in all directions and relaxed a bit.
"Well done. No obvious threats. We should be relatively secure for now." He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I'd say a shattered moon represents a very obvious threat. This world could very well have no humanity whatsoever."
"Ah, sick? Come with me. My car's around the corner"
Lunis takes Aurora by the hand, leading her to a vehicle of truely Alien design in comparison to that of the human cars seen so far, a kin to a Vtol without its wings and engines.. Its made of purple/silver metallic material, sleek and aerodynamic. you approach it from the back where it simply seems to open up, revealing a luxury seating area that parts to lead into the cockpit.
"After you."
She offers, releasing Aurora's hand.
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The photo-bug's Mana aura intensifies after a moment. The glass jar seems to heat up through the process. Mana is boosted into High. +2 to all spell casting while in contact with the bug. Otherwise, normal.
"Should I recon a perimeter?" Flynn asks, snapping on his tech-laden visor.
"Go ahead, but don't go alone." Sir Gavin acknowledged, looking at the others.
"First question to ask," Jaq says, "How long do we have?"
She gets up and begins unpacking her ballistic suit and her battle rifle. The heavy firearm has a scope attached to the picatinny rail on top. She also pulls out and checks a pistol, not the 10mm caseless that was standard issue, but a 9mm with a small laser range-finder and targeting dot mounted under the barrel.
Funnily enough, all of her gear has obviously been used, and heavily at that. Jaq continues to get ready as if she's done this dozens of times before.
Right, time to play with the fancy new gear!
"Maybe you can search for primitive radio signals, Jaq?"
Flynn exits the jumper, and paces a slow circle around it, scanning the horizon with his hyperspectral computer visor.
He then follows this up with a simple detection spell, boosted by the mana bug and a complex symbol drawn in the ground.
With Flynn's scanning revealed roughly 32 miles away, he can see the source of TL 6^(Though they are TL 6 radio waves, they are generated by an unfamiliar source.) to the north.
Flynn will see if he can pick anything up on his old-fashioned transistor radio, though the signals might be too far away to pick up.
Static on the transistor.
"Nothing but static so far," Jaq tells Flynn before he leaves. She does do a quick frequency scan and sets up the computer to monitor all radio waves and record everything. A few minutes later, she hops out of the conveyor and finds Flynn.
"I really hope this goes better for us than last time," she says as she walks up to the doctor, only to pause as she notices the symbol on the ground.
"Uh, Flynn? What are you doing?"
"Radio frequency, 30 miles north. Can't make anything out of it, might be radiation from something; my guess would be magic, since this world has it naturally."
And, with the high magic level, I can haste myself (and anyone else who wants it)
Hoping her disguise holds, Aurora goes with the alien, for the time being.
Inside, the the alien "car", Lunis has Aurora sit on the red silken, semi circular couches. Its mirrored on either side. She apparently has an eye for symentry. The red silk cloth that seems to dominate the interior is drapped atop the ceiling as well where it hangs loosely. Toning down the red is the gold lined hemming and embroidery. Between the semi-circle couches, once Lunis slides over to the cockpit chair, a Table arises from the floor.
Lunis hits a few buttons on the pilot console. She turns, smiling to Aurora as the back doors shut and ship begins to move. She takes a a seat across opposite of the mute Avine and smiles.
"I was expecting the Flotilla to have sent someone so soon. I imagine your fresh out of the tanks."
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Flynn hastes himself, offering the others the same treatment. With John still sleeping peacefully, Teal offers to remain with him, to guard the vessel as well.
The photo-bug within it's jar, begins to rapidly scuttle about its containment.
Jaq's Set up inside the conveyor begins to beep. its a low pitched beep, triggering every 2 seconds.