Orm Embar tasted the finer wares of a long period of prosperity. Such riches often came at a price, but never one he paid himself. Smuggling whatever he could get his hands on, be it illegal goods or your occasional slave, the latter oftentimes one of his own to capture and sell later on, the draconic humanoid male had been involved in a great number of unlawful activities. Some may call it arrogance or flat out stupidity, but someone in his position first came up on the grid when ordinary females were no longer the most appealing merchandise he offered.

Soon agents tended to vanish in sectors he happened to be most active in which would have done the organization little harm as their beautiful operatives frequently got themselves into trouble if it weren’t for the fact they never showed back up, save for a certain Minerva Rocha who informed her superiors of his dealings. Research was done and tracking the Gensou, the slaver vessel Orm commanded at the time, left little room for doubt that he had to be responsible for the disappearance of more than a few of their own agents.

“Your tax dollars at work, am I right?” Surely enough even the pilot had received a briefing prior to their departure, but where the two were headed wasn’t quite a luxurious frigate waiting to be infiltrated. It turns out they weren’t the only ones looking for the man in question and someone got to him quicker than they could, which made locating him a lot simpler, but extracting him not so much.

If you’re a famous smuggler, you’re not doing it right. Orm certainly made a few mistakes along the way to be this popular.

Secured in a remote prison on a grim world of raging storms and oceans greater than any sea on earth, they had to get to him before his transport to a more sophisticated dungeon arrived in order to pick him up. Vidalia had to infiltrate the facility and return Orm to headquarters for questioning before serving their own cold dish of justice. Blueprints were obtained prior through a security breach. However, the entire compound resided in the middle of the sea. A grate beneath the waves leading through the localized water filtration plant was meant to guide her deeper inside. Phoebe would hook into the system from afar and disable it momentarily for the grey topped woman to slip through unharmed. She was practically ready to embark on her mission.

Having taken a specialized stealth craft for their mission, dipping beneath the turbulence stricken clouds was far from the most difficult part. Phoebe put the craft into autopilot and joined Vidalia near the bay doors. “Can’t get you any lower, unfortunately. Those waters are unpredictable. Are you ready or would you rather go over the details again?”

With the press of a button they flung open, revealing the dark outside world to the two women. Harsh winds whipped across their faces, including the faint haze tossed about by the waves below. “Before I forget .. You’ll need this until you’re inside.” She retrieved a full face helm complete with closed cycle respiratory module from the nearby lockers, the final item to complete Vidalia’s attire for this particular mission.

Vidalia looks up as Phoebe approaches her, the agent reaching up to remove her earbuds and give the shorter woman a taste of the heavy metal she had been listening to. "I've got to dive in." she says. "And enter through the grate and the water filtration plant. From there..." She trails off, looking at the other woman for a moment before smiling. "From there, I suppose I have to wing it until I find the target." she says, reaching to take the helmet.

She takes a step back, fitting the helmet on her head and sealing it shut with a hiss. "Com check." she says, stepping up to the door and peering down. "Give me a push when it's time. Let's do this quick and get it over with."

After repeating the mission details for the blond pilot, Phoebe gave the other operative a light tap on the shoulder. “Very good, Viddy.” Similar to a parent congratulating one of their children to have done something quite simple with a reasonable measure of success, the shorter agent flashed a brief mischievous smile. She was just teasing, that much was clear, before reaching up to her own, almost unseen earpiece.

“Wilco.” She hated that deadpan military speech nevertheless. Such a bother it was. Personally any plain and simple answer would have sufficed but then again Phoebe was the one arguing semantics in her own head for the hell of it. She then proceeded to gaze out of the various viewing windows, fixating on their objective which laid in the distance of the chaotic sea.

An enormous bulky structure breached the water and towered above the waves, spotlights scanning the water and sky for any potential intruder although their stealth craft was perfectly hidden from their current field of view. One could tell heading in from above would be far more difficult than below, however, judging by the countless guard posts and high walls graced with barbed wire. “There’s likely no need for radio silence while you’re down there. We’re using a secure channel and I doubt they have the equipment to tap into our conversation at any point.”

There was a moment of silence while they drew near and ultimately ended up hovering in place. At this moment in time Phoebe returned to her fellow agent, taking up position behind her. “Damn her suit for being so damn tight. I can see just about everything!” She could not resist biting her lower lip at the mesmerizing sight before pressing on. It was neither her place nor the time to look at a fellow agent in this manner. “Alright, here comes the push.” She had Vidalia brace herself before placing both hands on her back, giving her a push, sending her diving toward the black sea below.

They both had their objectives and Phoebe had to tap into their system now while Vidalia was underway. They had to time her entry into the prison perfectly or things would go south pretty damn quickly.

Vidalia leans forwards a little to look out the door towards their objective. She appears to be quite unaware of how the suit makes her ass look to the agent behind her...especially when she bends forwards at the waist for a moment. "If you say so." she says. "Coms would be helpful during this. It might get lonely in there without someone to talk to." She glances back and smiles. "Besides, any updates you can give me would be darn handy." The agent adjusts her stance, breathing deeply as she looks down at the water. "I'm ready." she says.

She dives as she falls out, aiming herself down and hitting the water with barely a splash. The boots, oddly enough, help her to move through the water, generating thrust for her to propel her forwards. She angles herself along, heading towards the grate that is her point of entry into the underwater facility. Actually getting in proves to not be that difficult, a simple cut made in the grate and then she slips through, working her way through the pipes until she emerges in the filtration plant.

"I'm inside."

“Sure, I’ll keep you posted. Now, on you go.” Phoebe never went on to comment on how her eyes drank in the view of that grandiose peach before pushing her off into the open sea, probably for the better seeing how much taller Vidalia happened to be in her very own attire. Alien looking as they might be, those somewhat high heeled boots would have probably allowed her to bury her face in the bounty of those confined breasts. Phoebe lacked some size of her own, but had the pleasure to indulge in their ample softness before, at least with another fellow operative. She had to remind herself they actually had a job to do here before getting too far lost in her thoughts.

Soon the blond pilot received Vidalia from her end and responded in kind. “Okay, good. Give me a second. I believe I can help you out some more now that I’ve got some access to their systems.” There was a brief pause, leaving the other agent to linger within the plant itself. It looked fairly plain, certain appliances provided cover from the naked eye whereas metallic walls painted dark through constant exposure to salt water with a few open pools leading into the pipes graced the remainder of the massive chamber. Thankfully Vidalia didn’t end up in the ones which were being stirred by enormous spinning rotors. She’d find the control booth empty as well. It probably wasn’t an aspect of major importance at the time.

“Alright, I’m gonna give the locals something to worry about while you head inside a little deeper. Wait for an opening, then make your way through.” Suddenly the turbines putting each rotor into motion ceased to function. Phoebe disabled a few subsystems in hopes of catching whichever personnel worked down here off guard and before long several slender lizard like specimen came rushing to the booth, another to the pools in an attempt to investigate the problem.

“Third door on your right should be some sort of storage, once you’ve made it outside, that is. There won’t be any surveillance on this level to worry about so move at your own pace. The target's not going anywhere.” Phoebe wasted little time pressing on. “You’ll find a ventilation shaft on the far side of the room. It only goes one way from here, in this case up. You need to travel vertically for two floors, but you should be able to handle that just fine.” Especially with a muscle tone like hers, but Phoebe decided it’d be better to keep quiet about it.

The familiar soft and soothing voice returned soon thereafter with yet another message for the agent inside. “Spotlights are on the water, not sure if they found something or not. Certainly haven’t found me, that much I know.” She paused. “Are you there yet? You shouldn’t be too far from the actual cells now, but security and surveillance have to be taken out from your end, I’m afraid. I cannot tap in from here. It’s most likely a localized system, so be prepared for company once you move in further.”

Vidalia spends a few moments just looking around before concealing herself a little so that whenever Phoebe does whatever it is she is going to do.... "Oh..." she says. "I was hoping for more explosions." she comments into her mic before she makes her move, slipping past the maintenance workers and ducking through the door. She moves quickly, her rifle unslung and at a low ready. Her boots make little noise as she moves, some sort of technology dampening them.

She finds herself at the ventilation shaft in no time, crouching down to peer inside and look up it. "That's a long climb." she comments before she ducks inside and braces herself. Her boots certainly help again, providing extra grip so she can climb. "Almost." she says into her mic. The grey haired woman is breathing a little more heavily...but soon she's crawling out of the vent and rising to her full height.

"I guess this is going to be the fun part." she says, raising her rifle and proceeding down the hall. "Got any idea what sort of security I'll be facing?" she asks, pausing just out of sight of the first camera. "Got a camera..." She reaches into a pouch and produces a small grenade like object. Just a toss and then it makes a pop, disabling the camera for a short time so she can duck underneath.

Disappointing, perhaps, then again their mission was not to entertain, but rather infiltrate the compound without too much noise. Phoebe snickered softly on her end, speaking up once more whilst Vidalia advanced. “You know what they say about that. Cool guys don’t look at explosions.” She halted as if mulling the matter over in the back of her mind. “Sure. You’re a girl, yeah, of course you are. It shouldn’t really matter to you in the first place. I mean, you know. You cannot not be cool while looking at them, in theory that is. Maybe I'm just investing too much thought into the whole deal.”

“I’m just saying you’re one of the cooler agents I’ve been with on missions hence the whole blowing the whole thing to hell would have been unnecessary. Your suit is just too damn radical for me to boost your cool factor anyway.” Such a magnificent outfit it was and those boots were damn sexy, too. Everything about it was dripping pure sensuality and to think of being pinned down beneath one of those heels was quite the scene for the shorter pilot to play out in her own mind. It wasn’t her fault they kept sending her and taller and equally attractive women on missions together, damn it! “Alright, I’ll shut up now. Sorry about that.”

Once her partner emerged from the vent did Phoebe’s voice crackle to life again. “Couple of grunts, I’m assuming, little more. They’re most likely going to be guarding the cell itself as well as whichever access point to their system you can find. Remember Orm is meant to be transferred soon and the place he’s going to is like Alcatraz compared to some correctional facility where they send people for drunk driving. We’ve got it easy where we are now, but be careful nevertheless.”

Vidalia took out one of the cameras without complications, although pressing on just the slightest bit further had her pick up on several footsteps headed her way. Conversation emerged from the neighboring corridor, but calm in the sense they hadn’t picked up on her actions here. “.. two more days and I’m off to the casino. I can feel it in my bones, man. Ain’t gotta lose and win big, y’ know what I’m saying? I’ve checked the tables over and over and this time I’m gonna go in there and leave a rich man.”

Vidalia pauses, tilting her head as she listens to the approaching voices. The agent glances around before quickly ducking into an alcove so she's nice and out of sight from the approaching guards. "Guess you that would be the grunts approaching me." she mutters, staying hidden until they get nearer. She watches, waiting for them to pas before she would slip out and fire a pair of darts into each of them. It only takes a second for the two grunts to pass out, and then Vidalia gets the fun job of tugging them out of sight.

"Why the hell do they have to be so heavy?" she mutters. "What can you see on your end? Anything interesting?" she asks, stuffing the pair into a nearby room and shutting the door before continuing down the hallway. She disables another pair of cameras, working her way steadily nearer and nearer to the target.

Somehow watching Vidalia go through the effort of sneaking inside, taking up position while two hostiles were approaching before dropping them and trying to hide them someplace else, it all felt like a movie to the big brother, or rather big sister in her case whose current position had been a safe distance from the whole action. It wasn’t any less exciting, however, although Phoebe preferred the safety of her place in their given assignment.

“Take your time. You’re in the clear once you’ve taken care of those two.” She responded briefly before waiting for the next question, checking cameras and blueprints on the side, ensuring their path happened to be correct for any mistake made cost them valuable time. “More obstacles up ahead, I’m afraid, but we’re getting there.”

Once Vidalia got moving again, Phoebe spoke up. “Alright, you’re coming up on one of the security checkpoints which hold the console you need in order to disable the lock on those cells. From what I gather, our objective is held captive in cell 13-B. You’ll need a keycard from one of the wardens, they’re the better equipped and better looking guys if you’re wondering who to search.” She smirked a bit at that. The brutes certainly weren’t handsome, but at least they had some muscle to make up for their lack of physical appeal. “Turn left at the next junction and you should be seeing it. More guards waiting on your way there.”

It was a small protrusion from the side of the corridor, a booth for one of the guards with an adjacent scanner for contraband and the like.

Just when Vidalia was about to enter the area in question, the agent would hear a dull thud coupled with a metallic clutter before listening to the ensuing chaos of whatever occurred in the hallway ahead, however short lived it may be. It was a scene of lethal grace for the previously unseen femme fatale had dropped from the ceiling straight through one of the vents and into a small heap of guards, overwhelming them with strikes of downright surgical precision.

With but a few lightning fast blows each grunt around her had fallen to the ground before any had a chance to draw their weapons, their bodies caught midair solely to be lowered gently by one of her great many azure appendages as to mask the sound for any more nearby guards. It was becoming quite clear that whoever the two agents were dealing with, they weren’t part of the organization who imprisoned their target.

Sadly the risk of alarming someone to their presence through the nearby camera had been far more likely than being discovered by noise alone.

Vidalia is just about to make her move when something attacks. She quickly ducks back into cover, watching and waiting to see just what's going on. "Phoebe." she hisses into her mic. "Something just happened. We've got a third player here..." She peeks around the corner. "Female...blue...she just eliminated all the opposition..." She watches for another moment and then glances up and sighs. "Dammit." she mutters before she lifts her weapon and puts several suppressed shots into the cameras, disabling them. "We've got more problems. I had to disable the cameras...they'll be sending patrols. We're on a time limit now." she says, slipping out of cover and training her weapon on Ania. "Stay right there." she says, keeping her distance. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

“A third one?” Phoebe skimmed over the various instruments at her disposal, spinning in her pilot chair to look for anything her trained eyes might have missed earlier. She couldn’t find anything of the sort. “I’ve got nothing. As far as I’m aware, there’s no other vessel nearby from which she could have infiltrated the facility. Cloaked vessel would be my guess, if anything.”

However, the newly established video feed allowed her to see exactly what everyone else aboard the station with access to their systems could see and after catching but a brief glimpse of the scene before it all went black. Some of the other ones unfortunately relayed just how much trouble they were in. “Yeah, gotcha. You’ve got trouble coming your way. Estimated time of arrival; two minutes at best. I might be able to seal off a corridor or two to buy you some time, but that’s just a temporary solution.”

Not to mention they might actually find out someone tapped into their systems and attempt to kick her out entirely if that were to be necessary, but keeping Vidalia alive was her job and as such Phoebe had to offer these solutions on the fly. “Be careful down there. We don’t know who we’re dealing with.”

Sometimes Ania grew careless with her patience running low. She should have seen that one coming, scanning the area beforehand with senses a human could not even hope to grasp, but her desire to bust right in and get the job done seemed to have gotten the better of her this time around. Held at gunpoint, the female alien cooperated with her demands, standing still although her back faced the agent at the time of her unexpected reveal.

It took her a few moments to gather herself, or more likely an appropriate response before speaking to the other woman. A helmet concealed her features and deepened her voice somewhat. Lush black locks protruding from the back, reaching all the way down to her lower waist. “Bounty hunter. I’m here to collect the bounty on one of the prisoners here. After dealing with these guards, all I’ve got left to do now is break him out.” She hardly seemed fazed under such circumstances, but not all too comfortable either. Some of her tentacles twitched and swayed on the spot, mostly natural movements given her position amid growing tension.

She glanced over her shoulder, the faint azure glow of her eyes fixated on the agent, exploring her a tad more thoroughly. “You don’t look like you’re stationed here. What’s it to you who I am?” They were running low on time now, certainly, and Vidalia had to make up her mind as to what to do with this particular woman before any patrols arrived on their position.

Vidalia taps her coms for a moment. "I'll let you know if it becomes necessary." she says. "How much trouble exactly?" She keeps her gaze and weapon focused on Ania though, steady as a rock. She listens closely, frowning and then glancing back down the corridor. "We have a problem." she finally says. "Patrols on their way now. Two minutes out. I'm here for a prisoner as well. I don't get in your way, you don't get in mine...." She pauses for a moment. "Necessity seems to be forcing us to work together too... Want to discuss this after we get some breathing room?"

The agent shifts her stance, the tight bodysuit revealing every inch of her body to the alien woman. "Well?"

“Alright.” Phoebe proceeded to scan the screens for incoming hostiles. “A dozen coming your way, but it’s a rough estimate. They’re moving fairly quickly so you might wanna hurry although there’s no other patrols moving in on your position right now. Anyway, if you’ve taken down one of the warden, check him for a security keycard.”

“Look for one of the big fellas with a black shoulder patch. There should be a red circle on it with what appears to resemble an axe blade right in the center.” She paused while presumably waiting for the other agent to start looking. “There should be a keypad with an opening for the card right next to the checkpoint. You just slide it in there and the door next to you will open which should give you access to the system responsible for the various cells. I’ll give you the code for the door once you’re ready.”