User blog:1hs444/The Heist of Unicorn Hydra VII: Part 3

Unicorn Hydra VII Part 3



Hey all. I am going to speedrun-write these blogs now, as I've sluggishly written the first two. Don't expect too much welcome in these pre-blog notes. :(



==Part 2==



Fox: "Fine Captain, you have my complete attention. What is it that the New Republic wants from the Resistance?"



Waits: "Not the Resistance, Commander. While I am sure that my special operation unit could handle this op on their own, Karl gave me direct orders to get a specific fireteam to tackle the job, and you're on the top of the list, apparently."



Fox: "You want me to go on a witch-hunt, for the Chat? The very people I've devoted years of my life to fight?"



Waits: "Commander, these are troubled times. Over Eafth, we have lost fleets. The Chat, nor the planets she once ruled, will ever be the same. Even if it is for the briefest second, I am glad that the New Republic and the Resistance have a common goal. We can, and must, work together for mutual survival."



Commander Verlaine leaned back in her chair, rolled her eyes, and gave Waits a glare.



<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "You, and the little pawns you order around have done so much damage to this galaxy Captain Waits. There's nothing, rest assured, that'll bring the NR and the Resistance close. I am not your friend."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Well, if you will not help me, and if Fox won't, then this galaxy is doomed to several more years of oppression. Your choice."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Verlaine stood up, and paced through the conference room. Fox leaned in on the table, and a sharp silence finally broke through the room.''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "What is the mission, Waits?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits pulled out a holographic device, and laid it on the table.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "It's about the Chat. There's a secret military planet codenamed "Unicorn Hydra VII" in the outer rim... only Karl and a couple other Admins knew of it, and as soon as the chat split, well, the NR lost her."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "And you want me to... destroy the bases on her?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Yes, in a sense. Have you by chance heard of Foregunners, Commanders?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Both of them nodded their heads.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Well, this was what the Chat assumes was a staging area for them. The entire planet is hollow."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "Impossible..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "It is true, I've seen the file myself."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">He put video of Unicorn Hydra on the holographic device.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "If what you're saying is true, even the Chat doesn't have an arsenal to vaporize such a thing."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Well, it's a planet outside-in. In the middle of the planet is an artificial white dwarf star."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "Now I know that is impossible."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Nothing is impossible, just improbable. Quite like this mission. What I need you to do is drop a special nuke into the star of Hydra. If you succeed, it'll be an even fight between the Resistance and NR against the Chat. One last thing though."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "What is that?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "The interior of the planet has been turned into a shipyard, yes, but they're creating something very strange in the planet. NR Admins didn't have clearance to inspect it all-around. That, plus the fact that they have access to a Foregunner fleet if need be, and all the Foregunner tech they'll ever need until someone takes it out."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "Is this 'weapon' something like the Chat Star?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Similar. An "ultra-carrier" if you will, that can slug off any conventional attack with oversized shields. Codenamed Project Three Horn."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Unicorn Hydra, Three Horn. Ha. So if I go with you on this, what is my fireteam made up of Waits?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Mostly New Republic agents, some Resistance commandos. I have trusted some of them with my own life before, so don't fear them."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Fine, I'll play along. How are we getting into Unicorn Hydra then?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Only my ship, the Goldeneye, has up-to-date clearance to the Chat still. Anything else is being used already on other ops around the galaxy."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Give me a day to prepare, and I will be ready for departure."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "If you insist on dragging the Resistance into this, then I wish to send members from my special ops unit."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "That's not necessary, and frankly, I can't authorize strangers to walk around freely on the Goldeneye."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "So be it. I want your ship ready to go in 48 hours. As hard as it is to believe, us station dwellers have stuff to do."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "So it is settled then. I'll lock down the Great Fox III, put all non essential droids in storage, put non essential crew in cryo, turn off all the lights, unplug the coffee maker and all of that."