Intergalactic Communication Center: Reborn [ROLE] (Spore)

Three-eyed people all this time continued to "dig" in the asteroid, which sent a signal for help. Xenologists studied creatures in stasis. They, together with physicists, fought over the riddle of why creatures that look not like their ancestors, but quite like modern representatives of their kind, despite the age of the ship, are in stasis. In parallel, they studied whether it would be possible to bring them out of stasis - and it seems that soon it will be possible to open the first capsules. It was only necessary to develop some kind of psychological program so that the frozen, experiencing a strong shock, did not commit any stupid things.
In parallel with them, engineers and programmers disassembled and studied robots. They came to the conclusion that the "guards" standing at the capsules are just drones, subject to some unified program. But for a long time they could not understand to whom they were subordinate, until one of the workers accidentally discovered the server rooms.
Huge rooms filled in several tiers of iron with enough power to simulate if not a living brain, then an AI capable of controlling millions of robots at the same time. In the very center was a huge core, which now stood, like the servers themselves, almost a dead monolith.
The servers were mostly shut down, with enough power to work in standalone mode, maintaining the "life" of the program imprisoned in them. With great care, programmers began to connect to servers, trying to get in touch with the AI ​​that is in these servers ...

About two and a half weeks in the life of all our beloved heroes flew by very imperceptibly, for, as Soren would put it in his usual manner: “Time, like water or sand, flows through your hands, falling and breaking on the ground, giving no chance to catch it and enjoy it them, and therefore even the celebration should not be fruitless either. "
Already the Rassky family was quite productively spending their time with each other as well as at work.
Several lumps of love flew to Ortiz, on which they settled. Soren found work in his specialty - now he is a military engineer, and is quite satisfied with his employment. Elma continued to work at the hospital, helping and caring for the sick.

The high rank of Naito allowed him to take low-ranking agents as partners, thus he was no longer alone on the Fenoma, but in his assistants he had three three-eyed from the 1st rank to the 3rd. It was not just his whim, but the leadership from the control headquarters, which controlled the agents, explaining this by the fact that the object cannot be left unattended. The minimum number of agents was "1", but it was allowed to increase to "3", which Naito took advantage of.

He himself was on the planet Rigma III in the Zanhari solar system. Intelligence reported on the use of factories on them, originally created and divided for the processing of spices into a form suitable for sale and for the creation of military equipment, including spaceships. From now on, there is no communication with the station, and any fleet that flew up to the planet was destroyed by the local MK-4 Uberbash, the most, at the moment, perfect model, and air defense systems that were not on the planet before. They report that the station was seized by pirates or terrorists who settled there, not letting anyone in. A special detachment, consisting of three three-eyed, among which was Agent Credo, had already landed in the gray forests of the station and, in the darkness of the night, were making their way through the forests. The area inside the perimeter was illuminated by spotlights, humanoids walked along the concrete fence,

The task of the detachment was to destroy the enemy's air defense, sabotage and further escape. Air defense systems were located at a distance of up to five kilometers from the territory of factories and warehouses.

- Nobody around, Butcher, explosives, - agents Credo and Karm, approached the installation separately from Butcher - the third agent who had already overtaken the detachment and was near the air defense. Karm is an agent of the tenth rank, 15 years older than Naito, already 40 years old, was larger than Naito, his red skin was already acquiring gray shades that appear like gray hair in Terrans. Karm was his last name. He is armed with an assault rifle with a telescopic sight and an underbarrel grenade launcher, as well as a small mobile blaster.
"You ... You will be the last," Butcher spoke through the radio with the installation, planting a bomb directly under the battery feeding the weapon. - I go back to the starting point. Uber tower? - Butcher is an agent of the 8th rank, he received his nickname during the entrance test. Now he specialized in everything that explodes and moves and explodes. He was 31 years old and always wore a fabric balaclava with a picture of an open shark mouth in place of the mouth. His voice was rough, but younger than Karma's.
- On me. And you and Credo run to the factories, - Karm directed. At the plant, they also had to sabotage air defense systems, destroying or de-energizing them, preventing them from shooting down the ships. The agent went inland, while Creed and Butcher went east.

They took up a position on a hill on the side of the forest. Butcher, armed with a silenced firearm sniper rifle, scanned the area through his scope. In the corners there were towers with snipers, on the sides - tents, where it looks like they ate, slept and lived once living soldiers. Separately, fenced off with a net, stood the towers, which risked knocking out a good part of the fleet. There were two of them in total.
- Credo, you are wearing the one to the north. This one is on me, - he pointed to the necessary tower with his hand. They themselves were a hundred meters away. He put a weapon on his back and disguised himself. If he held the weapon in his hands, then it would remain hanging in the air, since a module was located on the protective suits for operations that they wore, thanks to which it was possible to make the weapon invisible along with the suit wearer and the suit itself. There, in the compartments, were placed explosives in the form of a washer.

They teleported to the territory, remaining invisible to the raids. Divided. Credo, running from building to building, carefully climbed over the fence, trying not to make noise, disconnected the batteries from the tower, because it was extremely risky to blow up on the territory of the plant, and has already begun to leave ..
- Butcher? - Credo called to him on the radio.
- It's done. Credo? - he replied after a couple of seconds.
- It's done. Karma?
- In position. Creed, Butcher, get out of there and run to the southwest. Meet me at the ship, ”he commanded. - As soon as you run away - report, - after 30 seconds Credo reported to him. - Well. Butcher, at my command! 1 ... 2 ... 3! - a lot of explosions thundered. They were literally everywhere, because of which they even stunned Creed, but did not disorientate him, and he ran on. Five minutes later, in the sky, a growing whistle was heard: a rocket flew over Credo's head, burning red and leaving behind it smoke of the same color. The uber tower tried to knock him out, but the rocket dodged the shots. A minute later, the fleet of the empire, which previously owned this planet, flew into the atmosphere of the planet. But by this time, the detachment had already left the planet.

The capture was successful: the planet was returned, and the agents in full force returned to the headquarters, who received a monetary reward for successfully completed work of such complexity.

The next day, Naito headed back to Fenom.

The unnumbered space cruiser AS-503 that once served Donzolei's army but was intercepted by pirates and then surreptitiously bought by the new engineering company Aylan, which was an organization that only recruited military or engineering education. In Soren's case, his résumé was perfect for completing tasks in the company's field of activity, in particular, repairing warships, weapons, industrial plants and anti-aircraft installations, and occasionally taking part in small-scale hostilities.
Rassky, at the same time, was fixing the wiring on this cruiser. He was approached by the chief, a terran, plump, dressed in a black tuxedo, which was clearly squeezing him, with a bright blue tie, and carefully stepping over the set of tools, having glanced around the room with a cursory glance, turned to the Marasian.
- Russian, how are you doing? - A slightly lisping voice with an accent came out of his mouth. The fox, like a bat, on the same legs, hung from the ceiling, greatly frightening the man, and, smiling slyly, with a toothpick in his teeth, answered him.
- It does not take too much effort to do this, let alone the usual change of wiring. How are you doing? - Still hanging upside down, Soren asked until he noticed his clothes. - I beg your pardon for my such pickiness, sir, but the jacket is fastened only with the top button, if its bottoms are not too long.
- As if you, Marasians, tell civilized people about how and what to wear correctly! - Proudly waving his right hand, the man parried no less proudly, unbuttoning the bottom button with his left.
- I agree. Soren chuckled. “But I think you should think about what some flea shepherd is teaching you. - Smiling even more cunningly, the Marasian took a set of tools, and, pulling himself up on his feet with him, began to work further.
- Work! Not like last time! - Again the boss swore at him.
- Well, I spilled soda, well, it happens! - Soren made excuses, clearly not wanting to look for clever arguments.
- Yeah, and you almost sent us all into a black hole! - The chief finished the "discussion". - How is your wife?
- Why do you need to know? Don't you have one of your own? Does envy take? - The fox teased the inspector.
- As you know, sir, there is. - Delicately replied the terran, getting into a pose "hands on hips", moving one leg away from the other, hissing this phrase. - Okay, enough idle talk! Do the job well - maybe there will be a bonus. Do you need to feed your family?
- Aleng sum. Soren answered him in Marasian.
- And what does it mean? Probably something like "get out of here, old fool"? - Squinting his eyes, asked the man.
- No, I said "that's right." Are you having self-esteem problems, sir? The foxes poked him again.
Sighing, deciding to ignore the fox's joke, the chief approached the window.
- We are flying near Fenom. You once lived there? - The object of Soren's jokes asked the question again.
- He lived and survived. - Briefly answered the Marasian. Soon, the light went out for a second, because of which the person was again seriously scared, after which, again smoothly lit up. - Done!
- You know how to surprise, Russian ... - The man headed towards the other workers, while the ship continued to fly further.

Soren Russ As he

flew towards Fenom, Naito turned his attention to the cruiser beside him. Everything would be fine, but the agent was attracted by the absence of a number on it, which meant that he could only check this vessel after personally receiving data from the captain.
- Varri, - the three-eyed got in touch with him. - And on AS-503 numbers ... Where in general the number should be, look, - he directed the bow of the ship to the cruiser and began to transmit a picture from the camera on the bow of the ship Varri, slowly flying up to him. They could spot the red and blue fighter immediately.
- Wait ... I've already forgotten how this trough looks like ... Ask them to stop and provide documents. It won't be superfluous, - recommended partner Naito, after which the agent decided to get in touch with the cruiser via a communicator.
- An agent of the 7th rank of the empire of the three-eyed, a member of the Galactic Council. We ask you to stop and provide identity documents for the cruiser, ”Naito announced menacingly and confidently, putting the ship into combat mode.

Nayto
Frightened by Naito's team, that at that time he was sleeping sweetly, screaming, he accidentally knocked coffee on the communication panel, as well as the control panel, which caused a short circuit, as a result of which a fire broke out.
- Damn, damn, damn! - A man ran around the cockpit, and, finding a fire extinguisher, put out the lit panel, and, sighing with relief, leaned his elbow on the counter on which there was a signal button for attack, and, ironically, he pressed it, from which the signal pulse quickly penetrated on the Naito panel, which scanned this cruiser, immediately marking it on the location map as a hostile ship.
- Idiot! What have you done ?! - The chief ran into the office and gave a slap to the pilot, then, turning to the side, tried to find a microphone in order to try to get out of this situation with the help of his skillful diplomacy, but after this action, the man, no matter how absurd it sounds, slipped on coffee and knocked unconscious after hitting his head on the driver's seat.
The rest of the team froze, as if rooted to the spot, looking at the space transport, on which was one of the three-eyed civil servants.

Soren Russky

- Wha ... - Before Naito could finish, his friend interrupted him.
- What did he do? - Varry himself was surprised at such impudence.
- Send a team here. Let's take them, - the agent demanded calmly enough, not taking his eyes off the ship, whose shot was absorbed by the protective fields.
- Received. I'll send three fighters, ”he replied.
“Thank you,” Naito cut the connection with him and re-established contact with the cruiser. “If you don’t surrender, we will have to destroy you. I repeat: land where you can, and no nonsense! - the three-eye demanded stricter, activating the proton rockets.

Soren was the first of the entire brigade to arrive in time to the driver's cabin, and, literally breaking in there, opening the door with his elbow on the run, jumped to the pilot.
- Egna irum, kesout ?! - Soren shouted at him in Marasian, and wrote out a second slap, after which, pulling the chief out of there, with the help of a first-aid kit, he began to process the nape of his head broken by a man, after which, after bandaging, the fox revived him with a napkin with ammonia. The man was lying on the floor, in a comfortable position on his side. The pilot began to land at one of the ports.
- What did you call me? - Asked the man, already parked.
- I said, "I completely turned off my brains, you cretin ?!" - Soren explained to him further. - Get ready now for the reception from the Three-Eyes. And give Sporiy ... Or-in-who-they-there-believe, so that we are not raked for an attack on law enforcement agencies. By "us" I mean you. - The driver tensely swallowed saliva, and depressurized the ship.

Soren Russky

Naito parked the ship nearby, waiting for the rest of the ships, but for now donned light armor and prepared a plasma pulse. The fighters arrived two minutes later, with two pilots on each fighter. 4 three-eyed, led by Naito, set off towards the cruiser, approaching quickly with a confident gait. With plasma rifles overweight, which were given to each officer, they went inside.

Nayto
- Look, they are coming! - Pushing the pilot in the shoulder, Cher drew his attention to the three-eyed. - Look how cool they are! - The fox laughed again, trying to mask his fear in this way, and then, on the screen, brought the face of his friend closer. `` Oh, Naito-shit-don't-mess! My acquaintance! - Immediately he came up with a nickname for him, trying also to make his comrade laugh, who, clutching his knees with his hands, swayed in place, with an empty gaze. Rolling his eyes, the Marasian opened the doors of the ship, giving the three-eyed hatches, and quietly walked out to the main entrance, raising his hands.

Soren Russky

- On the floor! Alive! - Naito commanded Soren, as if not recognizing him, instructing his partners to tie him up with a plasma pulse. He was immediately thrown to the floor, wringing his hands and putting on handcuffs, which Naito himself did not have, but told not to enter him. - Soren, what the hell ?! - he remembered his name. - Who shot? - He immediately began interrogating, the others regrouped for defense, if any.

- Hello, Naito! What an unexpected meeting! - Soren greeted him, lying on the ground, handcuffed. - Force majeure happened, and the pilot accidentally knocked coffee on the panel, while also pressing the rocket launch panel. - Honestly answered the Marasian. - Come in, we still have coffee. Not electrified, don't worry. - Cher smiled amiably.

Soren Russky

- You yourself perfectly understand that this sounds extremely ridiculous and implausible, - said the three-eyed in response. - What does the pilot look like? Were there any witnesses to the incident? He asked.

- Yes, there were, my boss Ales Kuitman, who was also injured in this incident, as well as the pilot himself, Parius Hansi, if you do not take into account the entire team, which is now in a very shocked state of the situation. - There and then the marasian answered him. - And I'm not lying about coffee. And there is tea! Do you like Terran? Linden?

Soren Russky

“You’ll pour yourself if we don’t take it away,” he refused Naito's offer. “You guard him, the rest follow me,” Naito commanded as he set off for the cruiser's captain's bridge.

Nayto
In the captain's bridge, they noticed the following picture: Burnt equipment, near which a glass of coffee was lying, which also spilled on the floor. The pilot sits near the puddle of drink, also clutching his knees, and swaying, looking into the void. Perpendicular to the driver, on his side, lies a man with a badge bearing the name "Ales Kuitman", with bandages applied to his head, which, on the back of his head, have turned red, bloody color. In the left corner of the cockpit, a red button is lit, signaling the transition to the combat mode of the ship.

Soren Russky

- Short circuit ... - quickly determined the type of Naito's breakdown, examining at the beginning the burnt out equipment, after the lying Shoulder of Quitman, then went up to the pilot, lowering the plasma pulse. - Hey? Are you able to speak?
- Agent, maybe an ambulance? One of the officers suggested.
- Yes, call an ambulance, - he nodded his head and slipped out of the captain's bridge, on which there were only two three-eyed.
- Maybe he will be arrested? For an attack on a civil servant? The remaining officer suggested as Naito examined the scene.
"No," Naito replied thoughtfully. - An accident on the face. For this only a fine ... If he is able to pay it ... Hey, - he again tried to reach the pilot.

When the ambulance was called, the pilot reacted to the three-eyed.
- What? What you need? - As if a man fell from the moon, clearly losing his orientation in space and time.
- How did you come across us at all? - Soren asked the state officials who were guarding him, still lying on the ground, with his hands cuffed behind his back.

Soren Russky

- Calm down, don't worry. Nothing and no one threatens you now. Just a question: did you pour the coffee? Did you activate combat mode too? Naito spoke in a soothing, placid voice, trying to get the pilot to answer.
- We were called - we flew in, everything is simple, - the three-eyed man briefly replied to Soren, raising his eyes to him, before that, looking exactly at the floor, thoughtful.

Nayto
- Yes. I. I was frightened by your voice, which was heard through the device too menacingly. - answered the pilot, for a moment stopped swinging in place. - What awaits me for this? The Terran looked at Naito with supportive eyes.
- It's fun, what can I say. But, as you understand, we are not pirates. - The fox rolled over onto his back. - ABOUT! It is more comfortable. And often you are driven through space to spit on engineers? The Marasian smiled again.