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"Word on the street is that a little corpus hound is sniffing about, what could he be lookin' for? Last time his sniffing got him bit." -Nora
-Corpus Obelisk, Bridge, Low Orbit over Eton'Oro-
The Captain stared down at the still image, one taken from one of the dozens of drones he'd thrown dirtside on the off chance they'd find a glimpse of his quarry. There wasn't conclusive proof that this was who he was searching for, but the small clearing and telltale glint of silvery-gray metal peaking from the shadows told him that someone with corpus gear was there. "Send a few men and a couple MOAs down accompanied by a dozen or so Ospreys, no need to send everything until after we get confirmation, set them down nearby and sweep the area. Do not fire until identity is confirmed or unless fired upon, Alad wants them captured if possible." Sighing internally, he went back to reviewing his quartermaster's report, management obviously didn't expect him to succeed, they just wanted him out of the way, as was evidenced by the rather scant resources at his disposal... of course it shouldn't take everything he had to capture just one person.
-Eton'Oro, Untamed Jungle-
The faint image of a Hammerheaded Corpus cruiser could be seen through the gaps in the forest canopy as a small swarm of lights separated from it. The boxy drop ship descended from the sky trailing several clusters of osprey drones that shortly scattered to begin sweeping the area. Nobody in the dropship said anything, the possibility of facing a Tenno, even a defanged one, was not a pleasant thought. After some time, boots would hit mud, and a trio of crewmen with their proxies would begin cautiously approaching the suspected camp.
Mud had already cakeded into her attire and her auburn hair, but it helped when she needed to keep hidden from those that were trying to take her. Her left hand grabbed the compact handgun she had cobbled together, right pulling her jacket from where it hung off a piece of the old wreckage. As silent as possible, she pulled herself up into the trees, brushed aside strands of brown-red hair from over her eyes as she hunkered down into a suitable place to hide.
Bootsteps below, entering her makeshift home. The girl slowly held her finger aside the trigger of her weapon, green eyes flickering with a cold and hollow light. It wasn't the first time someone had come looking for her, ever since she had pulled herself out of that stasis pod. She had little memory still of how she had gotten there, but in the months since, she had learned enough. The Grineer, the Corpus...and others who would seek her dead for their own goals and purposes.
Dead, or worse.
But it all was just part of the course for one of her kind. At least the Orokin were, indeed, gone.
Talk below. The girl readied herself, as still as could be as she watched the intruders. Corpus.
"I feel like someone is watching, careful of the trees, they could be behind any of them"
"I'll watch rear, you guys get front and sides"
"MOAs, spread out and run search routines!"
The birds had gone silent with the approach of the search team, and that silence became cloying, broken only by the faint whirs of the proxy's servos and soft thudding of boots. The crewmen drew towards the camp with weapons at ready, eyeing corners as the tension slowly rose with paranoia.
"Command, we've got a grounded shuttle-transport, no signs of combat yet, likely fits description of stolen crafts"
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Meanwhile, in the canopy, the sound of osprey engines could be heard gradually approaching, the scattered light of search lights refracting off stray drops of dew. The Captain watched the feeds with one eye and the sensor readouts with the other, a Grineer patrol was approaching, though it didn't seem like he'd been detected yet.
"Make some haste, team, enemy patrol is on sensors, if we need to withdraw before you finish, rendezvous at geosync orbit over Cetus, the dropship will stay with you for obvious reasons."
Looking over his roster, the captain brooded. Payday was coming soon, his own wages were overdue, he'd have to consider his options.
"I wish to stress, capture if possible, failure here will lead to some career reconsiderations, also try looking up, Tenno are known for taking the high road."
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"Acknowledged"
Eyes would be cast upwards, though for now they only found winding branches and an otherwise empty canopy.
"Do us a favour, Tenno, cooperate with us, nobody has to die out here! We know you're somewhere around!"
The rearmost crewman yelled to the trees while the other two whispered as they continued towards the camp.
"do we really know? it could be some other rogue agent"
"Search the shuttle, turn it's transponder back on, if we're lucky they won't think to check it."