The Rebel Faction

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A square room of no great immensity dwelled below the depths of the asteroids surface. Inside this room were a great many view screens, each switching to another view of the surface as well as views of the space around the planetoid every few minutes, specialized tracking systems watching each ship designated to be in the area and alerting the personnel of those that were not. The flashes of red illuminated the room as klaxons raged in alarm as the unknown vessel streaked down to the surface. Five men, Farfalen soilders bred and raised, sat at five distinct control consoles and each one operating them as though nothing were out of the ordinary, for though the alarms sounded and the programs ran, they were living beings, and susceptible to the force, to them things were as they should be and all was well with Kessel, or as well as Kessel standard allowed.

Approaching the board, a silent figure passed a few screens, each silhouetting the Shuttle in every visual sweep. Pressing a combo of keys in a slow meticulous fashion the alarms ceased to wail, and then the boards stopped flashing, though the visuals continued to track the Shuttles approach. Slipping back towards the doorway, the hiss of the sliding doors broke the trance that had been placed on the hardened soilders. Like awakening from a short nap, one of the men snapped almost to his feet as he faced a single monitor, watching the tracking systems follow this single ship made him very suspicious. Reaching out he played his fingers across the board in front of him, gathering the vital data on the shuttles trajectory, engine output, mass, displaced volume to atmosphere ratio and visible weapons mounts.

As the vessel landed new visuals continued to track it, even as it entered the cave a single vid watched it from a reflected spacial point of view, it wasn't until the patrons disembarked that the once silent room again began to fill with sound as each soilder turned to the others screens to verify the transmission they were receiving.

"Have the Azguard finally joined the Imperium?"

"No, I don't think so, last I heard they were still with the Coalition..."

"Then how did a shuttle with one land without our knowledge?"

"Unknown, alerting security forces in the area as well Fleet command in the Maw area. Send confirmation as well each of you."

The silent figure remained steady in the doorway as the officers issued forth on their trained responses on the situation at hand, and as each of them linked directly with fleet command and security detachments asteroid-wide, he raised a hand, the connections frozen, leaving the open ended transmissions with the echoes of repeated requests for explanations for the hails. In a low voice, ranging across multiple decibels and appearing as many voices at once, the figure spoke:

"Let them pass, for now, The fleet is aware of them, Inform all Farfalen security details to ignore them as ghosts... and where possible, direct them to 'the' installation"

By that, the figure meant the Daemun Chambers, where the highest of traitors and rebellious of criminals and dissidents were sent, to never be heard from again. Lowering his hand, the com lines once again resumed normal operations, and obedient as they were, the Soilders followed orders to the letter. It was a trick, but one the intruders were sure to fall into, for how easy was it to notice the guards were ignoring you, on purpose, and why?

Elsewhere on the Surface:

Holding his hand to his ear to dull out the sound the speeder made while in full acceleration, the Soilder nodded in acceptance to the commands, fully verified by voice imprint from security control. Taping the speeders driver on the shoulder, he made a series of hand gestures until the driver understood the order he could not have heard. Watching the rearview vid on his helmet, he watched the obvious effort the intruders were making to get themselves transport across the surface. Tilting his head at the noise made when the Azguard slid its claws into the speeders rear end, he made small eye signals towards the rear of the speeder craft, the passenger switching his own vid monitor to a rear view before nodding a slight nod and saying as loudly as could be made believable:

“Hey, you hear something just then?”

“Nah, probably some rock or something you hit. You’re a crap driver, Jace.” responded the other...

The blast rocked the cavern walls with a hard rattle that caused a slight creaking from even the form welded ceilings. All that remained of the speeder was a smoldering wreck that lay in fragments across the ground below its impact point, a site that had garnered an unusual attraction of guards from the gates entrance, it almost seemed every active security detail had emerged from the cave to see what the comotion was about.

"ERT's to the Front Gate. ERT's to the Front Gate."

Emergancy Response Teams, the wreck would be cleared out within moments and any injuries encured would surely be treated in same allocation of time. The Gate itself swung open slowly, its thick structure passing through multiple dampening feilds designed to slow projectiles and dampen energy feilds passing through, a security measure designed that energy weapons could not be smuggled in or out of the faculty without its knowledge.

A single response vehicle hit the feilds, slowing down considerably as it slamed through one of the concussive feilds, but jerking back to full speed as soon as it came back under its own power as it sped to the crash site. As soon as it had passed through, the massive doors began to shut again, the cuase of its slowness being its mass for the most part, as it was a door the type you might expect to find in an arcane bomb shelter found in many pre-spaceflight civilizations. As it closed, personelle swiftly walked back and forth between the gently shrinking crack of space left between it and the wall. If anyone were to make for the inside of the Faculty, this would be the moment to try.


(OOC: Sorry for the Crap reply, really busy atm, but don't want to hold up your thread. You can either take this as the opener to your next post and get with me on what you'll see inside, or I can edit it on some later time)

*Loud, obnoxious coughing*

Walking along the corridors, he held his breath as data was sent back and forth from his brain to the cells he passed by. Like all major posts in the Imperium, it had been decided a Daemun husk had been required to directly communicate with the humanoids posted there. It was more a relations effort, but here on this prison installation, it had the habit of disgusting the Mysteri created and transfered there. The humanoids of the Imperium really had no clue what the Daemuns actually thought of them, regardless of how much they actually did for them.

At the current time, this husk contained the data of three mysteri inside itself, all created in combinations with the various traits and personality quarks to fulfill the needs of such a precarious position such as this. Stopping, he looked into a small grey room. The data it sent said the prisoners life signs were about to crumble, and with a self satisfied grin he made sure to watch.

Strangorn Trumplis
*Terrorist*
::Blew up a building in a major metropolotin sector, killing 253 sentient life forms:::
Cycle 107

Smiling to the man as he watched him through the small durasteel window, his broken expression was obvious. The torture was merely part of breaking a mans spirit, the other half was done by themselves. He sensed invisible and silent power sources stirring to life as the ceiling of the cell lowered itself down. Where the man was barely standing before, he found himself crawling to the floor to keep from being crushed. The Daemun closed their eyes, taking their view directly from the sensor input now. The cieling continued to lower, even as the man lay on his belly now, doing his best to avoid the innevitable.

The screams could not be heard, the virtue of the corridor, were all the screams able to be heard it would be a true hell here. The cieling squeezed his body against the floor, ribs cracking under its weight, he sensed him twisting his head in an attempt to make his face closer to the floor, even as his insides were being pressed out the sides of his belly. With a hideous crack his skull cavity was opened to the air as his eyes went wide just before his death. Amazingly like cow eyes, the Daemun thought.

With that the chamber reset to default, ceiling rasing back to its normal level, and in a flash of red light the room was empty again. Another flash of red light showed the previous man once again. Daemun husks were easy enough to create, the emotional effect on these humanoids was greatly enhanced when they were made to look like themselves. Then with their mysteri implanted into it, their would be no difference between this life and the last. All except for their easily duplicateable bodies and transferable consciousness.

All this ment that they could continue to die, and be recreated, just to have it done again, expiriencing every pain and torture they themselves put each and every victim they had themselves put through. All with one more painful twist. Closing his eyes he nodded when the Cycle number changed to 108 and the ceiling began to drop again.

Cycle 108 of 2530