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Post by Eresh Tarren on Sept 16, 2023 19:01:24 GMT
Eresh would look her over and chuckle as he settled in. “I almost didn’t recognize you, excellent work Samus.” He said as he then got down to business.
“And yes, I did a little more digging into our target,” he said as he then sighed “And as it turns out our friend might be a little more interesting than what miss Branagh described. From what I was able to gather, he has a bit of experience with covert operations work, and quite adept when it comes to small unit tactics- it’s possible that he was involved in espionage and assassination before his disgrace. Not only that, intel suggests that when he isn’t apparently working with Altman he has a reputation as acting as a corporate fixer of a sort, helping various less-than-reputable private corporations within both GF and Confederation space, acting as a security consultant.” And he would take a breath before continuing. “All of that was to say that he might have a support team with him planetside, primarily human, or he might not. Something to keep in mind. Also,” he then tilted his head a bit In curiosity.
“Now this is more speculation, but there are a few reports that he has a partner whom he works with on regular occasion- especially when Altman is involved. I’m not quite familiar with the nature of this partner though. Apparently it’s of extra-galactic origin, non-human, some sort of possibly amphibious species- female. The reports say this creature seems to have some sort of psionic or other paranatural ability.. but that’s heavily conjectured.”
Amphibious female extra-galactic xeno? Curious then. Likely Triangulam since she didn't know of any species that had sought refuge from the Kromus in the Magellanic Clouds that fit those traits. Interesting to consider. "As long as she isn't telepathic and tries to get under my skin, or can shape-shift into a Jiralhanae on spice withdrawal, I should be alright. Papa taught me a few neural tricks for keeping a mind reader blocked to surface thoughts, so if that's the case, she's gonna wish she had stayed out of my head." Traumatic as it was to focus on some of her past, it was likely more so to anyone trying to get in her head and wasn't ready for that.
A quick check of her duffle bag as she brushed a currently black set of strands out of her face. Her facial scars were covered by a sturdy layer of make-up, with false ones curving over her forehead, across her right cheek, and over her lower lip, while her attire covered her tech suit and her own genetic induced markings that went from her chest to her right arm and down to her fingertips. "GFPD has my code checks accessible, so if I do run into that kind of trouble, they'll know to let me go, but make it convincing. I've got my ship tapped into Daiban's broadcast networks, and that should extend the transmission range for my suit to about three to four hundred kilometers."
A pause as she withdrew her paralyzer from the holster on her left hip and tossed it to Eresh, then pulled a heavy magnum M6 and a holdout beam pistol from her bag. The M6 replaced her usual paralyzer while the beam pistol was tucked into the back of her pants and under her jacket. A vibro knife found itself slipped into her right boot via a small sleeve on the outer side, and then a few quick checks of her loaded ID codes before handing her bag off to Eresh. "Okay, let's do some dirty work."
Post by Eresh Tarren on Sept 19, 2023 14:59:26 GMT
“Sounds like a plan.” Eresh replied as he deftly caught the paralyzer, carefully placing it in one of her duffle bags side pockets before slinging it over his shoulder. “Last recording of Zeza placed him about three blocks from our current location, in the territory of a gang called the,” he paused and sighed. “‘South Side Hole Punchers.’ I swear, it’s getting harder and harder to take some of these hoodlums seriously every year.”
Samus couldn't help but smirk as she made sure she was ready. "Yeah, well, that's the amateur little street gangs that come and go. By next year, they'll all scatter and either form into new little gangs or fold into the larger ones." A quick and sloppy salute from her forehead, and Samus started to make her way down to the area that Eresh had told her off. Not a direct path, since that would be far too obvious. But a general enough course would get her there.
“Good hunting Ha’chidari. Don’t worry about trying too hard to ingratiate yourself with this riffraff, I will give you a helping hand on that end.”
And with those rather cryptic parting words the two would go their separate ways: Eresh leaving for parts unknown but undoubtedly nearby, and Samus pushing further into the neighborhood of what was admittedly bottom of the barrel criminal trash. Thanks to her cosmetic alterations no one seemed to recognize the Hunter; one or two people paused to give her a curious once over before going about their business but besides that she seemed to be invisible.
That was until she crossed the street at one intersection as a male human who looked to be not much older than she was gave a rather shrill whistle. “Hey you, lady with the slick ass jacket! Ain’t ever seen you around these parts before!” He called out as he briskly walked towards her, the outburst catching the attention of three other men who seemed to be loitering on the steps in front of one of the apartment buildings that lined the street. As the one who called her out got closer she saw that he wasn’t anything overly impressive: street clothes, a faded army army style jacket with numerous stitch jobs along the seams.. and what was the conspicuous bulge of what was clearly a pistol tin said jacket.
She brushed a tussled bang from across her face as the human called to her and asked her questions. Her wristcomp was already loaded with her fake ID codes and records, so thankfully that wasn't going to be a tip off for anyone. "Something like that," Samus replied as her stance shifted with her right hand on her hip while her left hand hung relaxed, yet tapped the grip of her M6 idly. "Just got in after being out in the Hole for half a cycle. Been looking for some work, used to run for the Nexium Cartel as a fixer out in the Frontier."
As simple as the cover was, and a "trail" to back it up, there was always the chance she could be called on her story. The Frontier was a lawless area with no unifying government. It was the place a lot of unscrupulous corporations went to be outside the bylaws and regulations of the Federation, even if they were technically under the flag thereof. It wasn't unusual for black market freelancers to go back and forth, and even on Daiban, as much as the Congress Assembly wanted to insist otherwise, the rot was here.
Ironic that she was depending on that fact right now.