Intergalactic Communication Center: Reborn [ROLE] (Spore)
// Launching the central system ...// Launching defense and reconnaissance modules.
// Security module: ERROR! Security module not found. Please connect the protection module.
// Intelligence module: ERROR! No reconnaissance module found. Please connect the reconnaissance module.
// Assessment of the state of the life support system.
// The state of the life support system: critical.
// Assessment of the state of the ark.
//Attention. Damage level: critical. The threat of depressurization of the compartments. The threat of complete depletion of energy.
// Launch repair drones.
// Repair drones: offline.
// Disable as many secondary tasks as possible. The priority is the survival of the refugees.
// Assessment of the passenger composition of the ark.
// 1,237,844 refugees survived the interdimensional transition. 8,762,156 refugees died.
//Critical situation. Transfer of emergency powers to the Ultron executive program.
// Ultron executive program: offline. Enabling is not recommended.
// Trigger an SOS signal
// Waiting ... Waiting ... A
lonely drifting asteroid, a fragment of a once destroyed planet, affected by the excessive force that fell on it, began to emit a signal for help in all possible ranges, in the hope that someone will hear him.
Nayto
No one came to Aubrey all day and she worked for the "legal part" of the circus. She fed the animals, played with the prices and kittens, roused the songbirds, and looked out from time to time to see what the others were doing.
"Maybe I've already been discovered?" - A thought flew through Aubrey's head, but she dropped the thought and continued her day. Then, plucking up courage, she went up to the clown and asked:
- There was no more work for me? I really need money!
- No, while there was no work, our supplier is working on an incomprehensible schedule. Sometimes there is no work for a week, as if from time to time he disappears somewhere. Be patient. Do you want us all to get together in a cafe today?
- No, no, don't, I just asked ...
- You know that you can always get out of the deal and lie down if you feel scared?
- No, no, that's not it. I'm tired of sleeping in a trailer with the animals, that's all ...
- Everything has its time. - said the clown and, patting Aubrey on the shoulder, smiled and moved on on business. Aubrey continued to work, cleaned up the animal trailer and headed to the bar at the appointed time, where she sat down at the counter and ordered water.
Ferris the Drabby Jester
Naito immediately noticed a familiar figure. He came out of any cover, came out of disguise and immediately sat down next to Aubrey.
“As usual.†Raising his hand in greeting, Naito ordered a drink.
“Oh, what a meeting.†It was evident that the Terran was happy to see the three-eyed. He was about 30 in appearance, 180 cm tall, a small mustache, in a suit and with cheerful eyes. Soothing music played here, and the lighting was warm. Everywhere one could hear lively discussions of aliens both in the intergalactic and in their native language, which made it difficult to make out anything. "Maybe you can order something for yourself, too, Aubrey?" - he turned to her, smiling softly.
Nayto
- Not that I don't drink, I just save. I have 190 sporlings, plus the circus will give me an official salary in 2 days, 250 sporlings, plus a fee for the "product", another 140 sporlings in total. With all this income, I still have a place to live, like from here to Terra. - said Aubrey, drank a glass of water, after which, as if to wipe it, she lowered it under the bar so that the bartender did not notice, and created the water back there with her free hand, after which, looking around, put it back on the bar and began sip it on the sly, trying to stretch 2 sporlings for the whole evening.
Ferris the Drabby Jester The
bartender passed the drink. Steam emanated from it, it was thick, blue in color. Naito handed him 50 sporelings.
“The rest is for tea,†the three-eyed man said slyly, as if hinting at something to the bartender. He nodded his head and retired to serve the others. - Louis beat you often? - He came from a distance, as if probing a partner.
Nayto
- Eh? No, why would he beat me? He is a respected enterpreneur, philanthropist, head of the pharmaceutical empire. We met when I arrived at Fenom. He does not pay me, I volunteered to work for free myself, if I do something good, it will outweigh the sins of my past. Aubrey said with a puzzled face.
Ferris the Drabby Jester
"Great," Naito concluded, as if ignoring her words. “First of all, I need the names of everyone involved in this case. Desirable with a description. Do it carefully. Even though you have infiltrated trust, there will be someone who will never believe you and will keep you suspicious, â€he instructed her, speaking more quietly so that only she could hear. - I will try to find out how the products get into the official stores without the knowledge of the workers. If you find patterns, let me know. If you are for sure, I repeat: they will definitely reveal you - shout to me. I will personally bring help to you. I won't let you die, believe me, â€he took a sip, after which he noticeably perked up. - Maybe you also order? The only drink that you can drink and not hit your head ... Except for water. The expenses will be entirely on me, you will not be revealed in terms of finances.
Nayto
- I know who's involved, but from their circus professions. I have a bad memory for names. When I get back to the circus, I’ll look at the poster, who is who and I’ll tell you exactly. Professions: head clown, tamer, cyborg acrobat and 2 cleaners. the first three I can spy out on the poster, but the names of the cleaners will be hard for me to find out. Aubrey said, leaning towards the three-eyed to make sure no one else was listening. Then she turned to the bartender.
“New Orleans Fizz, please, since they pay for me.
Ferris the Drabby Jester The
bartender nods his head to her with a charming smile as he serves the customer, then begins to prepare the drink, quickly passing it to Aubrey. Naito passed on 25 more sporelings.
- Nothing else? - asked the three-eyed.
Nayto
- Today the clown told me the following: The supplier is busy, although the clown himself does not know who this supplier is, the delivery schedule varies from busy to busy. For example, a supplier disappeared this week, he also disappeared in the past, sometimes for two weeks. Aubrey said, swallowing Fizz.
Ferris the Drabby Jester
- Doesn't sit still, I wonder ... - remarked Naito. - Who is the owner of the circus? Do you know? No? He asked without hesitation, bowing his head in thought.
Nayto
- I only know that drug trafficking is unknown to the management of the circus, and that the clown and his gang are hiding it from them. So I don't think the owner is involved.
Ferris the Drabby Jester
- He does not sit on the spot, works through establishments whose managers are not even aware of the business, even the chosen circle does not know who the supplier is ... - Naito thought, lowering his head even more, then sharply raising it. - OK, have some rest. When you find something - make an appointment. The communicator was given to you, - he patted her on the shoulder and headed for the exit. “Don't risk it,†he disguised himself again.
Nayto
- Ay yay, sir! - said Aubrey, finished her Fizz and left the establishment.
For some time after the ritual, Horus meditated on the top of a mountain on another unnamed planet, on which there was only an underdeveloped Satellonian colony in one of the local seas. The cold air pleasantly pricked his skin, bringing serenity to his senses. If Gore were asked where he wanted to spend his old age, he would describe exactly such a high mountain or valley between the mountains.
However, now he was here for a different purpose. Thalia returned to Fenom to investigate further the issue of soul release. Horus himself sat with his eyes closed on a wide stone, his legs crossed under him. He heard the portal open and opened his eyes. An old man immediately appeared before his eyes - although his age was betrayed only by wrinkles and gray hair falling on clothes decorated with decorative thorns. He was broad in the shoulders, and was as tall as Horus himself. The old man looked at the guy with an undisguised grin, he answered him with deadly calm.
- So the puppy survived. - rumbled the warlock, bending over Horus. - And sharpened his teeth. Do you even know how to use it?
Instead of answering, Gore immediately allowed Richard to inflict a mighty uppercut on the old man, from which he flew three meters.
- Understood. - answered the warrior, getting to his feet.
The sorcerer also chuckled.
- You know how to beat. - he said. - But can you do that? - the old man threw out his hand forward and a clot of embodied darkness rushed to the Mountain, who barely managed to dodge.
He himself raised his hand, charging the repulsor of the implant, but the old man managed to throw forward a shield that would protect him from the shot. Then the guy made a dash forward to get closer to the warlock, but he jumped to the side and summoned a whip, woven from the same darkness, with which he grabbed the guy by the hand. The hand burned, but instead Horus only took it on his own and pulled sharply towards himself along with his creator, who met Horus's left fist. The whip dissolved when its master lost concentration, and a dark mark remained on Horus's hand, which will not soon pass.
The guy grabbed the old man by the chest.
- Not bad. - He croaked with a smile, showing his bloody teeth, then hit Horus with his head and immediately, before the guy had time to recover, threw another arrow of darkness. Richard had already spoken out, taking the spell upon himself. The guy’s chest burned, although he suspected that if it weren’t for the stand, it would have hurt more. Horus raised his hand and began firing chaotically, forcing the old man into defensiveness. At the same time, he began to come closer and closer. The old man, busy maintaining the shield, could not budge, but Horus was soon close enough for Richard to break the shield in one blow. But as soon as he did this, he was immediately greeted by shards turned into sharp needles, which dug into his hand.
- Not a single spell. The warlock muttered. - Not a single one! You are an amateur! You don't know how to handle him!
- I am content with little. - answered Horus. Richard, at the same time, knocked out a piece of rock and threw it at the old man. He managed to split the shell, but one of the small pieces still hit him, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead.
- Stones and fists. - the sorcerer grunted irritably. - You're a barbarian! Savage! You do not possess the subtle art of magic!
- I didn’t aspire. - answered Horus, after which he decided to show what he was capable of. With one jerk, he got close to the old man, who, dodging the stone, unconsciously got close to the Mountain, after which, with imperceptible lightning movements, he broke both hands of the sorcerer alternately. He screamed in pain and was no longer able to conjure. But so that he didn't even try to escape, he also shot him in one leg with a repulsor.
"And what's the use of your magic, old man, if you don't know how to use it?" Gore asked rhetorically, then dialed Talia's number to inform her of his victory.