The Discovery of The Outlaws Ch 2 "Brust's Folly Incident" (wip)
04 Jan 2019Sku-77-s
They had been in confinement for quite a while now. William had to give them credit, they had designed proper holding cells. Though the containment fields stopped all sound, the air vents were apparently redirected to somewhere near the torture room.Not only did that deter escape through those access ways if you were the proper size, it also provided lovely audio quality. Sick individuals had been behind the creation of this particular place.
<We aren't the only ones broadcasting from this location sir.> Ziro quipped suddenly, a slight tingle of feedback trickled down their spine.
From this installation or the cells proper? William questioned as he open his eyes enough to glance down the hallway. The containment fields would stop his artificial eye from being any use but the officers in charge cared to much about efficiency and it had left a flaw. The cells that weren't occupied had their fields turned off. He really hoped it was just the installation someone else broadcasting from the cells would not only amplify their combined signatures. If they tried to escape anywhere close to the same time things could get complicated.
<Its the cells, but I can't trace which one without coming in from outside the system. There's a fair amount of chatter> Ziro responded. Coming in from outside the system would require relaying off the Angelica'et Malorium which was currently playing 'dead' somewhere above the facility. That would require voice over verification to access station systems and it was a bit hard to talk dock if you were supposed to be in confinement.
I'm suggest something that might be dumb, but and hear me out. It could give us another card to play William said as he sat up looking at the two vents on either side of the room.
<I will advise as usual>
Let's butt in on their conversation. As of this moment we hold the advantage as our 'decoy' can trip security making their escape impossible. William stood closer to one of the vents. He assumed that all the airways were connected, for efficiency and such. He was right he could hear someone breathing and a pained moan if he ignored the louder screams from whatever dark place was below. Still this vent had no signs of a prisoner broadcasting to escape, unless they had wireless tech their would be static and even then voices.
<As it does ours>
They don't know that, we tell them when our ship leaves so do we, and telling them we have our ship out there gets us a measure of trust
<And if they say no?>
We go with our original plan but on an accelerated time frame. William went to the other vent. He could hear faint mumbling it sounded like a drunk keeping a tune to themselves. But it was someone talking, but past the fans that slowly spun he couldn't tell what they were really saying.
<Meaning we breakout, quite possibly kill more than a few people before climbing back on the ship half dead?>
Just don't forget about the stupid T-9
<Question? Why don't we go with that in the first place and bring them on the way?>
Getting lonely Ziro? William quipped as he stepped down to take a look at the containment field again.
<No its just easier to have help during the 'drag' and 'half dead' portions of this> Ziro sassed.
Well if you were tired of being here you should have said something earlier William both called out and thought. One to sass Ziro back, the other hopefully carried to the cell of their fellow broadcaster.
Hot Ice and bring her down William braced against the cell wall with his hand, crouching down. Ziro would be able to help in a few minutes but the first portion of this was on him as Ziro both guided the 'decoy' down, hacked the security, and set off the T-9 in the best way possible. The great thing was overloading the FSD would only take a few seconds, and with its cargo the impact from the explosion would be something else. A shame they were in a metal box an unable to see it.
A few second later dust rained from the ceiling as the red cascade of the energy fields dissapated with a pop.
William sprinted, his eyes trained on the sealed bag of his stuff. He needed a weapon and his favorite one was here.
A large thug stepped from one of the side rooms, still unsure of the situation. William took advantage of it kicking in their knee before sliding behind them and shoving them into the adjacent cell. He could already see the flash of lights as guard were approaching running down the corridor.
Snatching the bag off the table as he quickly kicked it over, William tore it open and snatched out the familiar relic.
The second guard screamed at the sound, the first just looked blankly at his chest where body armor designed to stop short range personal blasters had been met with a solid .54 tearing through as it sent them sprawling in the lower gravity.
The second didn't last much longer, but ammo was going to be a premium. William heard a crash from behind him and turned squeezing the trigger. The thug from before crumpled as part of his head disappeared, but the screaming didn't stop. Someone had their arm wrapped around the dead mans neck in a feeble choke hold and had lost it when their assailants head exploded on them.
<You almost killed her> Ziro commented.
Good thing you're back then. William sighed inwardly as he turned the gun back down the hallway, trying to pry the woman's arm loose but between that and the screaming it was becoming quite a task.
Finally he settled on pistol whipping her in the wrist while tugging. That made them snatch their arm back enough for William to throw the corpse off.
"Don't kill me!" she screamed, throwing her hands up defensively her head was shaven and she was wearing a very worn flight suit but still powered. Wireless broadcasting capable.
He held her wrist for a second to make sure she was calm enough to register what he said and that he wasn't a threat yet.
"Didn't plan on it, but they will if you don't grab a gun." William barked crouching as he placed a foot into her side, sending her skidding behind the table he had flipped.
He snatched the rifle the guard had been carrying. Realisticly it was going to be nearly as cost effective as his pistol in getting out of here. The lemonsqueezer only had five shots at that. He looked up as the woman sent her first two blasts down the hall, neither guard had gotten a shot off so that might leave her twenty-ish at best. But these were simple stun rifles for subduing prisoners, it would take multiple rounds to kill and even more with their body armor. Options were slim with only three rounds left in the old hand cannon.
"Cover me, I need to get my jacket!" William yelled as he looked across the open doorway to what was the rest of his ammo.
"Now is not the time!" This bitch was going to be the death of him! She sent a short burst down the hall making William shield his eyes from the glaring light.
"Do you want them to drop or not!" William waved his pistol for emphasis.
"Fine but give me your rifle!" She screamed back sending another short burst down the hallway.
William slid her the rifle, which she promptly secured next to her hip when she looked up she flashed him what could have been a smile or could have been the face of someone happy about imminent murder. It was all the more emphasized by the blood on her face from the earlier incident.
<I don't believe I've ever witnessed a human make that particular expression before>
Remind me to save one for her if we need it William shuddered before diving across to get the rest of his gear.
<We have eight minutes until I calculate an overwhelming response, the Hot Ice detonation has dropped station security measures temporarily. Now is our window.> William leaned over and sent his last three rounds down the hall. Hopefully the shock from the blood splatter and noise would buy them a moment to reload and recover.
William turned to his new companion, who was just now replacing her first rifle with one from a dead guard.
"We need to move, my ship is waiting." William said as he spun the cylinder open ejecting the spent rounds into his hand.
"Our ship, I ain't boarding as a passenger now am I?" The woman responded resting the butt of one of the rifles on her hip as she checked its mechanics.
"Fuck too it is, passenger. And call me William" William glared at her pointedly. He didn't have time to deal with this in the middle of an escape, he didn't have time to deal with this at all.
"Fallon, and its crew Capt'n." She responded without so much as a glance his direction stepping her way over the first of the dead guards that littered the hall.
<This was a splendid idea you had, have I mentioned that yet.>
William almost tapped the side of his head to shut Ziro up.
<Sir we don't actually have any passenger cabins outfitted to the .>x