Omega Force: Rebellion (OF11), стр. 29
"I think we've gotten turned around. Fendra?"
Jason turned to see why his companion wasn't answering and looked right down the discharge aperture of a high-powered plasma sidearm.
"Of course," he sighed.
"This pistol has enough power to do real damage at this range, even with the armor," Fendra said. "Let's not do anything stupid…lose the gear and take your helmet off."
"Fucking spies," Jason muttered as he complied, tossing his weapons and the helmet into a corner of the small room she'd led them into. “So, what's the play here?"
"I'm not telling you anything," she said calmly. "I'm simply doing my job and holding you here until I can make it known to my superiors where I am so they can collect us both. We could be waiting a while so go ahead and march back out the way we came in and head down to the detention cells in the cargo hold."
"Not even a hint?" Jason asked. "How about I make guesses, and you tell me if I'm getting hot or cold?"
"I have the gun aimed at your head," Fendra said, sounding exhausted. "One more word and I'll just be turning over whatever is left of you inside your little shell after I burn away your skull." Jason said nothing more and kept walking, keeping his hands up where she could see them. His armor was still connected to his neural implant, so the moment he took the helmet off, all the pertinent data was displayed in his field of view via his ocular implants.
Want me to activate the nasty little surprise you guys put in her suit?
"Mhm," Jason hummed and nodded his head slightly to Cas's question. He had wondered if his hitchhiker was ever going to bother helping out or if he'd be forced to try and work through the menus himself. The armor interface was new enough that he wasn't as proficient as he should be at it.
"Ungh!" Fendra's grunt of pain was followed by a muffled thud as she landed face-first on the carpeted deck.
"Oh, no!" Jason exclaimed, relieving her of the large-bore plasma pistol. "What happened?! Are you okay?"
"Unngh!"
"I can't understand you," Jason said, crouching by her head as her body convulsed. "What was that? Oh! You think there's a few hundred thousand volts coursing through your body?"
"Ugh-ugh!"
"And you go on to say that you suspect we put the devices in the suit we provided because we never fully trusted you?" Jason asked. "Wow, you nailed it!"
There was one more discharge that caused her to arch her back so hard he was afraid she'd break it before, mercifully, she lost consciousness and flopped to the deck again. Jason yanked her arms behind her back and slapped on a set of restraints before doing the same thing to her ankles.
That was pretty sadistic.
"You were the one in charge of the shockers in her suit," Jason said, grabbing a boot and dragging her back into the room where he could retrieve his gear.
That was an observation not an accusation. I had to assume she was loaded up with enough toys from Imperial Intelligence that a single hit might not do it.
"And where the hell were you this whole time?" Jason demanded. "Could have used some help before now."
You're using a lot of processing power to control the armor. I needed to reduce my usage, and that meant no extraneous conversation.
"Who are you talking to?" Fendra moaned, already coming back to life.
"Damn, you're a tough one," Jason said, sliding his helmet back on and rearming himself.
"I have a lot of specialized implants," Fendra said. “So, now what? You'll kill me and escape?"
"If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it already," Jason said. "First, I'm going to double up your restraints. Then we're going to figure out a way off this ship before it gets underway. Don't bother answering me, this isn't a conversation. One more word from you and I'll disable the speakers on your helmet…actually, that's probably not a bad idea anyway."
I can do that via the remote link Twingo set up. Her speakers, com system, and beacons are all disabled.
Jason could see her mouth moving behind the faceshield of her helmet but no sound escaped. He smiled and grabbed her feet again, dragging her back down the corridor towards the portside service bay they passed earlier. It was a large, sealed off area with its own airlock, where VIP shuttles could dock and unload their passengers without going through the hassle of coming into the hangar bay.
With main power up and all the security subsystems running, the airlock hatch was locked, and he was fresh out of battlesynths with specialized code cracking skills. He could try the emergency override, but that would likely sound a ship-wide alarm, and there were still security contractors prowling the ship. The whole mission would be a bust if they caught him trying to sneak away.
He saw that the bay actually held a two-person, bubble canopy tender the captain or first officer would use to inspect the ship from the outside. It was so underpowered and flimsy it couldn't even really be called a shuttle, and its ionic drive had little power and no real range to speak of. Still…it would at least get them away from the ship if he could figure out how to launch it.
After inspecting the hatch, he saw that the tender was actually already outside the ship, docked into a small recess in the hull, and only the hatch was accessible from the inside. The inner hatch had been left open, but the hatch to the tender itself was sealed and locked.
I can try to override the lock, but that's not really something I’m specialized to do.
"I don't think