OOC: Something for the post-battle part of the fic. I expect the rest of the collective to give other views of the end of the march, so feel free.
Lebia kept an eye on A.C. as the two of them sorted through their respective piles of information. Much that the blonde could do both jobs at the same time and do it more easily, A.C. had experience. Lebia never quite got how the cyberneticist thought, a side effect of her literally being made of Handwavium perhaps, but it never ceased to amaze her just what her creator could do.
A.C., on the other hand, was far too focused on the job at hand to note the android’s looks. She hadn’t even got out of the base bodysuit of her armour (not that anyone was complaining, given that the space black suit clung to her like a second skin). At her console, multiple searches ran through the collected data from the wrecked Boskonian ships while she collated data and matched it. That she was using several accounts on systems around the solar system that she shouldn’t was not noticed, Eddie having got her a bakery’s worth of Danish.
She was close, the cyber could feel it. Numbers poured back from logs as the sometimes Super wrung systems dry back-tracing messages.
“Yeeesss.” The moan was low and erotic, fairly dripping with dark delight as things came together. “Show Mistress that you’re HERS.”
Lebia raised an eyebrow.
Again A.C. didn’t notice, crunching the numbers to tighten the net. Timestamps from routes and messages came together to wrap a sphere of time around the source of the go order. Finally, she accessed the charts and mapped her sphere over the Solar System.
“So Sweetling, think you can hide from me hum?” She murmured, the emerald eyes of the beauty narrowing and darkening. She accessed the nodes of FenNet once more, looking for more signals. Slowly but surely, the sphere collapsed in on itself.
Until all that was left was a single noise source.
With a savage grin, A.C. burned the location to several drives then yanked a PADD out of a drawer and uploaded the data.
PADD in hand she got up, allowing several people to see the bullwhip coiled around her slim waist as she strode out of the room.
Maybe it was her implacable stride, maybe it was her presence, but people looked up as she made her way towards the main argument room and sensing something important was going on started to trail along.
As she entered the main corridor, BNFs hanging around outside looked up and started to fall in behind her. More and more gathered themselves into the crowd so that by the time they reached the doors to the room the guards knew better than to bar the way of the near army marching down on them, opening the door with the fuss or being noticed by the arguers.
A.C. transferred the PADD to her left hand as she walked through the doors, pulled the whip free with her right, and then cracked its full length down on the table.
In the startled silence following the raven-haired warrior hooked the PADD into the holo-projector and brought up an image of an asteroid all labelled up with astronomical details and current position.
“Here’s our target Ladies, Gentleman, and Undecided.” A.C. said calmly. “Say hello to The Farm.”
Lebia kept an eye on A.C. as the two of them sorted through their respective piles of information. Much that the blonde could do both jobs at the same time and do it more easily, A.C. had experience. Lebia never quite got how the cyberneticist thought, a side effect of her literally being made of Handwavium perhaps, but it never ceased to amaze her just what her creator could do.
A.C., on the other hand, was far too focused on the job at hand to note the android’s looks. She hadn’t even got out of the base bodysuit of her armour (not that anyone was complaining, given that the space black suit clung to her like a second skin). At her console, multiple searches ran through the collected data from the wrecked Boskonian ships while she collated data and matched it. That she was using several accounts on systems around the solar system that she shouldn’t was not noticed, Eddie having got her a bakery’s worth of Danish.
She was close, the cyber could feel it. Numbers poured back from logs as the sometimes Super wrung systems dry back-tracing messages.
“Yeeesss.” The moan was low and erotic, fairly dripping with dark delight as things came together. “Show Mistress that you’re HERS.”
Lebia raised an eyebrow.
Again A.C. didn’t notice, crunching the numbers to tighten the net. Timestamps from routes and messages came together to wrap a sphere of time around the source of the go order. Finally, she accessed the charts and mapped her sphere over the Solar System.
“So Sweetling, think you can hide from me hum?” She murmured, the emerald eyes of the beauty narrowing and darkening. She accessed the nodes of FenNet once more, looking for more signals. Slowly but surely, the sphere collapsed in on itself.
Until all that was left was a single noise source.
With a savage grin, A.C. burned the location to several drives then yanked a PADD out of a drawer and uploaded the data.
PADD in hand she got up, allowing several people to see the bullwhip coiled around her slim waist as she strode out of the room.
Maybe it was her implacable stride, maybe it was her presence, but people looked up as she made her way towards the main argument room and sensing something important was going on started to trail along.
As she entered the main corridor, BNFs hanging around outside looked up and started to fall in behind her. More and more gathered themselves into the crowd so that by the time they reached the doors to the room the guards knew better than to bar the way of the near army marching down on them, opening the door with the fuss or being noticed by the arguers.
A.C. transferred the PADD to her left hand as she walked through the doors, pulled the whip free with her right, and then cracked its full length down on the table.
In the startled silence following the raven-haired warrior hooked the PADD into the holo-projector and brought up an image of an asteroid all labelled up with astronomical details and current position.
“Here’s our target Ladies, Gentleman, and Undecided.” A.C. said calmly. “Say hello to The Farm.”