first shot - getting to work
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vivalaI: in the vault ->
[ There's noises from a storeroom there normally aren't any noises from.
They're definitely large enough to be human. Open the door, and...
It's one of the recent rescuees, a woman whose neck still has a ring of bandages despite the time that's passed. She's got her bob pinned up in a little bitty ponytail, a dark smudge of machine grease on one side of her face, and an open crate on the floor beside her.
She pauses in her rummaging through the shelves when you come in, to look at you over her shoulder. Curious, but not alarmed, or guilty. ]
II: anywhere (feel free to fill in scene detail as you please) ->
[ This order slip had been... interesting. Copper wire, sea-salt, lemon juice, ashes, scrap metal and metal clamps - one way or another, you have a package with all of it, and you're meeting with the fellow Corsair who requested them all. The paper says their name's Pandora, though the listed ID on ethernet was for an "RPK-16."
Nevertheless, you've messaged them with a spot for pick up, and now a lady with light purple hair and a mellow smile has shown up. She sits down across from you delicately. ]
Was it troublesome? I have to admit, I'd really be out of luck if you hadn't taken my request.
[ There's noises from a storeroom there normally aren't any noises from.
They're definitely large enough to be human. Open the door, and...
It's one of the recent rescuees, a woman whose neck still has a ring of bandages despite the time that's passed. She's got her bob pinned up in a little bitty ponytail, a dark smudge of machine grease on one side of her face, and an open crate on the floor beside her.
She pauses in her rummaging through the shelves when you come in, to look at you over her shoulder. Curious, but not alarmed, or guilty. ]
II: anywhere (feel free to fill in scene detail as you please) ->
[ This order slip had been... interesting. Copper wire, sea-salt, lemon juice, ashes, scrap metal and metal clamps - one way or another, you have a package with all of it, and you're meeting with the fellow Corsair who requested them all. The paper says their name's Pandora, though the listed ID on ethernet was for an "RPK-16."
Nevertheless, you've messaged them with a spot for pick up, and now a lady with light purple hair and a mellow smile has shown up. She sits down across from you delicately. ]
Was it troublesome? I have to admit, I'd really be out of luck if you hadn't taken my request.
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Date: 2024-06-17 01:51 am (UTC)Mulls a little longer...
"If multiple Corsairs wish to directly disguise as guards, it might be good to stage a small fire where they do their washing... That way, a larger volume of stolen uniforms will be considered as destroyed, rather than just mysteriously misplaced."
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Date: 2024-06-17 05:08 am (UTC)A sound plan. "There is less risk of raising suspicion." It agrees. "However, I believe it would be tactically unsound to send in too many operatives as guards. Likely records are kept of coming and going; too many incoming new personnel will almost certainly raise suspicion and draw attention." How best to counter that...the camp is large, and the T-800 doubts it will be viable for one infiltrator to fully map the entire camp in the time allotted.
"Numbers could further be obfuscated by some Corsairs posing as labourers intended for the camp work force." Slaves. It means slaves. The ones in the camp are not, at present, the T-800's concern. The camp itself is the overriding mission objective and as such, the T-800 is focusing itself appropriately based on the parameters laid out. However...
"Skynet labour camps had a high rate of attrition. A steady influx of new labour will likely not arouse suspicion."