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Opportunity is For the Taking

Who: Tech and others, mostly open if anyone fancies working with clone boy?
What: Mini-Missions!
When: Here and there...
Where: Various
Content Warnings: N/A

I. OPERATION: RELIEF
A. The Road Less Traveled
Operating the vehicle in question isn't too difficult. The controls are rather straight-forward and Tech is quite confident he's got a handle on things after getting some quick instruction on important features to note. Given his experience has put him in various sorts of vehicles to pilot, this is hardly the worst of them.

The road however is something to be desired, even with the route memorized, although he can certainly understand the intent. He grips the controls tightly, his focus on the narrow path- if it can even be called such- ahead.

"I'm going to have my hands full here, so you'll have to keep an eye out for anything or anyone that may try to get the drop on us," he informs his passenger. At least for the moment they don't have to worry about speed...

Night Raid
The first spatters of gunfire jolt Tech to attention from his light sleep, a hand reaching for his gun even as he begins to register the shouts of alarm. By the time he's ducking out of the tent, he's fully on alert, eyes narrowed behind his goggles as he moves for the nearest cover.

It's still dark out, hours yet before dawn, but he's not about to go stumbling blindly around the camp. He pulls out his tablet, activating the scanner to get a readout of where people are, head lifting as someone else emerges from the guest 'quarters.'

"Ambush," he explains with a frown, gesturing at the dots of red amassed in one section of the screen. "I can't be too sure just by this, but it looks like they might be trying to flank us while the majority heads to the eastern side of the camp to deal with the attack there. I suggest we make sure this group-" he points at several dots making way around the camp's edge, "-does not succeed."

II. THE NEW ARRIVALS
Given the number of unknowns surrounding this newly identified facility, Tech feels it's best to take care in the approach. He's gone on missions with little to no information before, but that's not to say that it's a situation he likes. Soldiers liked to be prepared, liked to know what they were getting themselves into- but then he assumes that goes for anyone, really.

The sewers may not be the most appealing ingress, but it's out of sight and gives them a little more leeway to work things out. Tech has a flashlight in one hand, his tablet actively scanning in the other. "The readings I'm getting are faint, but I believe we should at least be well beneath the outpost." He beams the light along the walls until it skims across a ladder. "We're going in blind, so I can't be sure where this will lead out to. I can only confirm that at the moment, I do not pick up anyone above this given area."

III. SABOTAGING SENSORS
This sounds like the most ideal chance to have a look at the corresponding technology to this chip fiasco. Not that Tech has any objections to destroying these new tower setups as he understands the risks, but he has other things in mind as well.

"Please don't blow anything up immediately," he's quick to make clear. "I need to see if there's anything I can scavenge and download from these sensors. I'll try to be quick about it, but in the meantime, I'll have to leave it to you to be on watch. But if things get too heated..." Well, he won't complain if it's in their best option to destroy the thing before he can finish. Doesn't mean he won't try again on the next one.

((OOC: Toying with the idea of capture here huhuhu))

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Link - who had just summoned forth a glowing blue sphere rather than using the provided explosives - pauses. Okay, so maybe no setting off the remote bombs just yet.

“What do you want to scavenge?” Link asks. He’s good at scavenging - maybe he can help.

"Parts, mainly. They may not be entirely necessary though. I'll have to see if I can patch in," Tech says, eyeing the glowing sphere that Link just brings forth from nowhere. This one is just full of surprises. "Which means getting closer, but we'll have to do so anyway."

He nods towards the Sylphid present, a couple on guard and several working on the tower itself. "I'll jam their comms so they can't call for backup, but I won't be able to do so for long. But we should be able to take care of them before then. Whenever you're ready," he says, tapping at his tablet before tucking it away to grab his guns.

Marc's smelled worse, really; these sewers have only started seeing a lot of use recently, and there's pretty good drainage.

He's still ready to get out of here, though. And kind of missing the suit a little, which would filter things at least a little. And be bulletproof.

"Let me go first," he says, putting a hand on the metal rungs. "Okay? You keep the sensor going, and tell me which way to take us." He's sure Tech can handle himself, but he'd still rather take the brunt of the fighting if he can.

Tech doesn't argue if Marc wishes to take point. He nods at him, trusting the man knows what he's doing.

"Very well. My hope is that we find a computer console so that I can pull up a map of the layout. It will certainly make things easier for us to locate where anyone may be being held."

He steps closer over so he can beam the light up the ladder to help light Marc's way while he keeps an eye on his tablet to make sure the coast continues to be clear.

Link nods, making note. Parts - he can look for parts. He might not have a clue how things work, or how to put things together - but he's scavenged parts off of destroyed Guardians. This can't be all that different, can it?

He'll keep an eye out, at least.

"I can fight the Sylphid," he says. He lets the remote bomb he'd just summoned go, and it dissipates into wisps of light. Best to save that till later, if they're trying to keep the tower intact.

He'll start with a different weapon instead - one familiar to Tech. Link pulls out his bow, and readies an arrow.

Fascinating how that light vanishes with ease. Tech is glad he's been able to head Link off before anything got destroyed. At least Tech knows that Link's capable in stealth and with a bow, so he'll leave the other to it. He nods, readying his own guns, one cocked in each hand as he waits for Link's move.

Beyond, the two Sylphid on guard continue to look around at the jungle facing the smallish clearing they've established the sensor tower, breaking away from their attention from the greenery to look over as a pair of the technicians maneuver a ladder into position, trailed by a third.

Link crouches down, and creeps forward. The bushes work as cover, until he can get close enough that his bow is in range.

The guards are the ones who are the most heavily armored; he'll aim for them first. He picks out one of the two guards as his first target, and - since he wants to take him out as quick as possible - aims right for his head.

Thwack. The arrow strikes true, piercing right through the guard's cheek and sending her tumbling to the ground.

A second arrow, aimed at the other - the Sylphid are moving now, so he doesn't have the time to line up as perfect a shot. This one strikes her in the arm, but it doesn't stop her from raising her own weapon to attempt to return fire.

Tech is moving from cover the moment Link's second arrow flies. The other guard shouts in warning as she fires at Link, getting the attention of the technicians. One of them reaches for a communicator at his belt, attempting to radio for assistance. Another pulls out a gun.

The shots fired aren't as well-aimed, but it's obvious even the technicians are familiarized in some self-defense. Tech shoots at the one with the comm, dropping him where he stands before diving to the side to avoid getting shot by the other, though he offers quick retaliation by the time he's rolling back onto his feet.

The other technician moves for the tower as cover, pulling out their own weapon to fire at Link as they try to fiddle with the connections.

Link fires off one more arrow, before swapping out his bow for a rough-looking sword and his trash can lid shield. As he holds the shield up and advances a transparent, glowing red sphere appears around him. The bullets seem to bounce off of it, unable to get through to Link himself.

Which means the second guard is soon gaping in alarm and madly trying to fire off shots as Link charges towards them. His sword swings forth in quick, forceful strikes; one strike to the thigh, two the chest, and then one last, vicious stab that sends the guard down.

The red sphere, having taken a battering, is now starting to look riddled with cracks; Daruk's protection won't last much longer. But while the last technician also managed to get a few shots off at Link, they hadn't kept up the assault. Instead, they'd switched focus to the Tower - perhaps trying to get out some kind of SOS.

Not a good thing. Tech moves for the tower and the other technician, cautious about firing. The last thing he wants to do is damage the tower just yet, although if the technician manages to override his signal jammer that might be the only option.

With their attention split on the task they'd undertaken, the technician's hardly prepared for when the clone trooper slams into them, knocking them away from the console. Tech fires as the other is swinging his gun-arm up, causing the shot to go wide. A second shot from Tech's gun stops any further attacks.

"-that...is not ideal," Tech says once he has a look at the console. He immediately sets to work in tapping at the keys, pulling out his tablet. "A signal's been sent out- I can't be certain that it won't draw attention. Do you need to set your explosives? I'm going to see what I can get from this in the meantime..."

"I've been in very few prisons that had maps on their computer systems, buddy," Marc says, a little apologetically, as he starts to climb. It's not a very tall ladder, hardly room for both of them on it once he gets going. He feels around on the manhole cover above them for a latch, in case there is one. "Best we might get is hoping they got signs on each level, and maybe a work order or somethin' to point us to which floor prisoners are on."

"It's not entirely a prison. It's an outpost for a research firm," Tech corrects. "But if the outpost isn't a large one then you might be right in that we'll have to find alternate means of finding our way."

Not that it'll stop him from looking for a computer. Who knows what they might find, information-wise?

"Still clear directly above. However some twenty paces north I'm reading some activity. I'll let you know if they look to be headed this way."

"Honestly? Nowhere I've ever tried to infiltrate except a museum ever had schematics on their internal computers," Marc chuckles. "And this is definitely not that. But maybe this world is more thorough like that, who knows."

He finds the release for the cover, and slowly starts to push it up. It's times like this he misses the strength Khonshu's suit gave him; it's really damn heavy. But he gets it a couple inches up first, enough to get his bearings-- it appears to be a basement full of shelves, which is better than an open hallway-- before putting his shoulder to it to get it up and over enough to climb out.

It's not silent. It's not loud, but it's not silent.

"I confess, I've never infiltrated a museum," Tech notes as he watches Marc go up. "There is no harm in looking for computer access if we can find it. We may as well see what all we can gather while we're here and make the most of this trip."

As Marc pushes the cover up, the clone lowers his light, not wanting to draw more attention to the man if anyone does prove to be up there. The sound of the hatch being pushed open further has him tense, and for a moment he stills, waiting at the bottom of the ladder as he looks between the opening and his tablet.

"Marc- someone's on the move!" he warns, hoping the man's heard him as he tucks his flashlight away and grasps the rungs to begin his ascent.

"Okay," Link says, before once again summoning the glowing blue sphere. He spends a few moments looking over the tower carefully, until he finds a good spot where he can wedge the sphere in between several of the metal beams that make up the tower.

Once he's satisfied that the sphere isn't going to roll away, Link then summons another glowing blue bomb. Only, this one is a cube, not a sphere. He sets it at the bottom of the tower. Since this bomb won't roll, he doesn't have to be so careful about positioning.

(Although Link is, perhaps, rather more blase about handling bombs that you might expect. There's no careful handling, no gingerly making sure not to jostle them too much. He's either reckless or utterly confident that the bombs won't go off in his hands - or both.)

Once done, he looks over to Tech to see what he's been doing.

So those are the bombs. Tech catches a glimpse of Link as he sets to work before deciding he'll worry about it later. At least Link looks like he knows what he's doing- although with his attention shifting directly to digging for encoding Tech misses seeing how the other just jamming things into place.

His tablet hooked up, it's clear this is Tech's specialty as his fingers fly across the various keys between tablet and the tower's console. "I think I have something..." he says, once he comes up on a core directory and pulls it up. There's no real time to look through it, so he immediately sets to copying it over.

Oh, he's like the scientists. One of those people who can do things with technology, who actually understand how it works. Like Zelda, or Purah, or Robbie.

Link watches for a moment, but considering that he himself has little to no understanding of this, he soon decides that watching Tech do...whatever he's doing isn't all that interesting. So he wanders off a little, looking around the small clearing the tower is in.

Off of the Sylphid guards and scientists he scavenges a few weapons and other curious devices - even if Link doesn't have much use for them himself, someone back at Camp will. And look, just over there - is that a new mushroom he hasn't seen before? It is.

Link wanders just a little bit further from Tech.

There's not much that Tech can do once the download begins, and it looks like it'll take some time. He watches it for a few moments to try gauging how long it might take. He's completely unsurprised as Link begins to wander, but seeing as how at first it looks like the other's making the most of his time by looting the bodies, Tech doesn't pay him too much attention. Link will be on the look out, right?

At first it seems like any concern for trouble might have been unwarranted. The minutes pass by in silence, and Tech hasn't moved from his position, watching the download bar tick upwards bit by bit, though he keeps one hand on his gun and glances over his shoulder every now and then. Things are too quiet. He doesn't trust it for a moment.

Unfortunately he's proven right as a sound catches his attention further out past the treeline behind him. A few birds take flight, the only real warning before the sound of heavily booted footsteps crash through the underbrush and eventually the first of half a score of Sylphid burst into the clearing, weapons set and ready.

The bodies of their comrades are noted right away, pointed at as several begin to fan out around the clearing. It's not long before Tech's also noticed, but not before the clone takes a shot, deciding to act first. He ducks as twice as many shots respond, glancing briefly at his tablet before reluctantly cutting the download short. Another shot sizzles past his head as he pulls the connection free, hastily jamming things back into his tablet as he tries to use the tower as cover. Where is Link??

Link had wondered over to the tree line - he'd figured it was safe enough. Tech wasn't too far away, after all. He could still see him. What was the harm, in going a little further to pick up the interesting new mushrooms and a few flowers?

A lot, as it turns out.

The Sylphid haven't just stumbled across two of them by chance. They knew about the otherworldly rebels, and they knew those same rebels might be the cause of a stray, cut-off warning signal. They'd come prepared, and they'd come with a plan.

And 'divine and conquer' was all too often a very good plan.

As the squadron of Sylphids advanced on Tech, another group was getting the drop on Link. He's able to raise his sword and parry their attacks - but he's still caught off guard and distracted.

And he's too far away, and too caught up in his own new surprise battle, to be of any help to Tech right now.

Tech pulls out his other gun, the Sylphid having his full attention as he tries to keep the tower between himself and the others. He supposes he can't blame them for the overkill after all the grief the rebels have been giving them recently, but it does not make the situation good for him at all, and he's not used to flying solo, so to speak.

One Sylphid falls from a shot to the leg, others still advancing on him. Tech isn't so sure how stable Link's explosives are, and if they'd be set off by stray shots. Suddenly his cover doesn't seem like such a good one. He can't even check his table to try to ascertain where Link might be to regroup, but he figures he can at least try to get into the deeper jungle.

He makes a dash for it, not getting far at all as suddenly another Sylphid comes around the tower, colliding with him. Both fall to the ground, the impact momentarily dazing the both of them. Tech pushes to his feet first, not having the chance to get another shot off as another Sylphid knocks his arm back, sending his gun skittering. The next blow comes from behind, the butt of a rifle striking the back of his head, and Tech's vision is briefly filled with stars before it goes black.

By the time Link's able to take care of the Sylphid that jumped him, there's a new scratch on his face and a line of blood dripping from his right arm. He hadn't even had the chance to get Daruk's protection up - everything had happened so quick, and suddenly.

Now he's looking around, trying to get his bearings again, and...wait.

Where's Tech?

The clearing is empty. The other Sylphid, having gotten hold of at least one prize, had left their brethren to deal with Link and made their escape.

Link runs towards the tower, looking around wildly - trying to see something, anything that tells him where Tech is.

A glint of light might catch ~~the hoarder's~~ Link's sharp eyes. Lying there
in a patch of grass not too far from the base of the tower is a familiar object: Tech's tablet. Definitely not something the clone would leave behind.

The grass is flattened in some areas, places where the bodies of the guards and technicians had previously lain, obvious trails of where they've been dragged leading towards the treeline opposite from where Link had come.

Link picks up the tablet - but to his eyes it's unfamiliar and different, and it won't help him find Tech anyway. He stores it away, inside the Sheikah Slate, and presses onwards.

The flattened grass is better. He's not exactly a tracker, but he's used to living out in the wild - so he knows how to spot something that doesn't look right.

Link follows the trail, moving quickly but making sure to stay as quiet as he can.

The Sylphid ahead of him aren't trying to be nearly as quiet. It's slow-going back to where they'd left their vehicle, the jungle dense and not any easier a trek with deadweights among them.

Several of them are dragging the bodies of their comrades, one assisting the one Tech had wounded, and two have Tech's limp form between them. Another leads the way, and one more guards the rear, gun cradled in his hands. So far it seems he hasn't taken notice of anyone following them.

It's a relief to finally spot them - at least then Link knows where they are, knows they aren't too far ahead of them.

Urbosa's Fury could take care of all of them, he knows. Paralyse them for a few previous seconds, let Link get close. But it would hurt Tech too, and he doesn't know how badly the man has been injured. He can't risk it. Not unless he absolutely has to.

For now, then, he keeps creeping along behind them, staying quiet and looking for an opening. Perhaps when they get to their vehicle, he could use magnesis...

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