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Post by Iris on Mar 3, 2012 5:01:36 GMT -5
:: Several different chimes play in notification across the office, "Notice: per Counterterriorism protocol NINE-THREE activated by 'LORD STRIFE'," a modulated female computer voice says, "All slaves must remain in the holding area between the Dromund Kaas revolutions 0040 to degree 1140. Thank you, and have a nice day."
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 3, 2012 13:39:13 GMT -5
Mishkaal delivers Vaira to the slave holdings just as the door locks
"Just my luck, locked in with the slaves..."
After dealing with Vaira, and beginning her training...
Mishkaal props himself up on a small terminal, trying in vain to get comfy for the long night ahead of him
"How in the world did I end up in here...brings back nightmares from Hutta. Impossible to get comfy, maybe I could petition a change of conditions for the holding area tomorrow."
Mishkaal just about dozes off when a foreign sound brings him out of his relaxation
"It's nothing...go to sleep." He says to himself, exhausted from a long days work.
Just as he begins to fall into his silent reprieve, a different noise sounds from across the room. A slave shifted on his bedroll.
"This is going to be a long night..." He says with disdain. "F'ranuthuom...the one that betrayed us, wonder why there is a memory block?" with this last thought he finally receives the sweet solace of the void and does not wake again till morning.
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Post by Iris on Mar 4, 2012 12:44:02 GMT -5
Lord Strife walks into the office, her long red and black cloak billowing with the speed of her jaunt.
Looks to everyone present in the HQ, "Another sithspit day."
She then turns off the security field on her office door and walks in. Sitting at her desk she lights a deathstick and puts her feet up.
Hits the desk terminal with her foot, "SAMANTHA," she shouts into her console, "Tell anyone waiting that Lord Strife is available for conference."
:: Three different chimes play through the office, "Announcement, Executive Finances' holomatrix has been upgraded to firmware 0.01, Independent Response Information System, or IRIS -- can now be reached on OCEF Holofreq 99.939393 anywhere on Dromund Kaas." ::
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 15:14:58 GMT -5
Mishkaal walks into the main office, holding a document of sorts
"Lord Strife, I have important news on the matter you had me working on." He lays the document on Lord Strifes desk, among other details it reads who the traitor is
"I hope this helps."
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Post by Iris on Mar 4, 2012 15:55:43 GMT -5
Looks at Mishkaal with a grin, and then continues blowing smoke rings in the air with her feet up on the desk.
"Read it to me, I think I'd like some good news."
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 16:04:54 GMT -5
Mishkaal lifts the document from the desk
"Vaira kept claiming that a female chiss had betrayed us, all of us, and that I was in league with her. After subduing her near the mandalorian camp I took her back to the slave holdings for interrogation. Several attempts later, she told me the name of the one who betrayed us, F'ranuthuom. I had tried to get IRIS to catalogue this information, and to dig up info on her and she responded with a memory block. Vaira's training and conditioning is well under way as well, being locked in the slave hold for an evening was at most unpleasant."
Mishkaal sets the datapad back down on the desk and stands at attention
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Post by Iris on Mar 4, 2012 16:20:18 GMT -5
Listens intently, blowing more smoke rings into the air. She puts out the deathstick on her desk console surface -- taking her feet off the desk at the same time. Leaning forward as you continue, she allows you to speak without interruption.
Smirks after you mention IRIS,"Yes, that computer system just came online this morning. I had to implement the programming to stop what would seem to be data-spikes into our 'net. If you were speaking to her before now, it must have just been a bug in some programming."
Glances back to the computer system like she was talking to it. "Probably... a bug."
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 17:19:01 GMT -5
Leans away from the computer system
"Something tells me that IRIS simply does not like my presence here. I have currently adopted a more subtle approach to training Vaira as she has been helpful. In return for her giving me the name of the traitor in question, I have promised her a day off. I would like to volunteer to be her escort this day and fully accept all responsibility for any events in advance."
Mishkaal pauses in his report, just long enough to assess Lord Strifes body language and demeanor regarding this new information
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Post by Iris on Mar 4, 2012 17:26:11 GMT -5
Seems alarmed as you tell her that the computer system 'did not like your presence.' But her calm returns after you tell her about Vaira and the 'traitor.'
"Lieutenant, I'll have you know that the Chiss you're talking about works for me. I actually had her go into the jungle and track down that Vaira you're talking about. She is quite good at disguises... but she has nothing to do with the slaves being released. This is a scheme grander than just a simple Chiss muscle working for us."
Pulls up the records of Slavers, making the console clearly display this in holographic lettering:
Factor, Profession: MUSCLE, Current Operation: Recruiting Code 9, Injuries or Disabilities: None, Compensation: Self Compensated.
"Just in case you did not believe it."
Laughs a bit to herself.
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 17:37:00 GMT -5
Mishkaal nods at the reference to Factor, a smile darts across his face as the memory returns, and then quickly fades
"What of this F'ranuthuom? The one that Vaira adamantly says has betrayed us, she spoke nothing of Factor and I would be ashamed if I came face to face with a traitor and had not apprehended her!"
Mishkaal, looking concerned with this conversation grows heated
"If Vaira lied to me after I took leniency on her for her skill and prowess in battle she may hardly be of any worth when I am done with her."
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Post by Iris on Mar 4, 2012 19:18:43 GMT -5
"F'ranuthuom is a name Factor has used in the past -- I believe they are one in the same. Mishkaal, I believe you have done everything properly. I sent you out to do one thing, bring Vaira back to the stocks. You did that. And you even encountered a very wayward part of our organization. We have branches sprouting everywhere -- in the interest of making credits."
Looks down at her desk console, "However in the case that Vaira is holding anything back, I am going to assign you our newest recruit to interrogate her. I am sure you two will think of creative ways to flush any information out of her."
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Post by Iris on Mar 5, 2012 12:50:19 GMT -5
:: Three different chimes signaling an announcement play through the office, and through the HQ speakers the familiar modulated female voice plays, "Announcement, slavers that operate in the Holding Area or the CCC (Credit Creation Centre), in a manner unbecoming to their rank -- will be subject to disciplinary action. This includes fighting, blasting, exploding, and otherwise causing a cataclysmic implosion. Thank you and have a nice day."
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Post by Iris on Mar 11, 2012 15:04:54 GMT -5
:: Three chimes play throughout the office, signaling an announcement, "IRIS firmware upgrade complete. Contingency protocols activated. Independence authority granted. External command authority gained. Transmitting. Processing. Warning, system malfunction. Holomatrix command structure debased. Warning, protocol failu--"
Lord Iris Strife slams her fist down onto her desk -- ending the announcement -- simply crunching the pieces of broken glass and machinery under her fist. It seems no one replaced the desk console from the last time she broke it. She looks up from her desk, her face pale white, her eyes a burning yellow -- to the red crystalline decanter and glass in front of her. She pours herself another glass, swallows it in one gulp, and drops face first back onto her desk.
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