The planet of Hobermant held two slave processing plants. We had been planet-side for two sun-cycles. I was tired of being hot, sweaty, and sunburnt. (Gulmere-burnt; Gulmere was the name of the star at the center of this small system and Hobermant was the planet closest to the star.)
Our crew was divided up into two teams. Ben, Poku, and I were in the Southern hemisphere. The mission goal was to get all the slaves out of the plant, copy any data, and then blow the plants to smithereens.
In the meantime, we were gathering information on guard shifts, and potential weak points to exploit. I was sitting at a cafe, under an umbrella, which was doing nothing to stop the heat and pretending to read and eat a meal. To clarify, pretending to read, actually eating a meal.
A Collective guard was approaching from the left.
"Miss," the guard said. I looked up from my book. The Waseatryn guard had no irises or pupils, they were all purple.
"Yes?" I asked, putting on a sweet, fake, voice.
"Papers please," he commanded. I reached down and pulled the fake credentials from the thigh pocket of my skirt. I handed the plastic over to him. The guard tapped the card and a holo popped up to show my fake name: Penny, my fake planet of origin: Serptah, and my status: Free Human, uncommitted.
"As you were," the guard said and handed the card back to me.
"Have a great day," I responded. I sent off a message on the com to let my teammates know I had been carded for the fourth time.
The message back from Ben said: Meet back at the boarding house. Time to plan.
Not only did this planet hold two slave processing plants but it was also rich in self-replicating ore that was used in delicate Waseatryn tech. The boarding house housed miners that came in to obtain this ore. It was a red stone building. It would be reminiscent of adobe if adobe has multiple levels and metal patchwork.
"How do you feel about being fake kidnapped?" Ben asked as soon as the door to our barren sleeping quarters shut behind me.
"No," I answered, simply.
"But, if you get taken to the processing plant, you can get out, start opening holding cells and then Poku can set the explosives and I can pull the data," Ben further proposed.
I pouted. "Is this one of those times where I don't really get a choice?"
"Yeah, sorry," Ben said.
"Dammit, Ben, fine," I said. "But I'm not happy."
"Your negative emotion is noted," Ben said with a smile. I glared at him. When I looked over at Poku he just shrugged like 'what are you going to do? It's a good plan.' I glared at him too. Poku went back to the tablet.
I went over to my bag and pulled out all the things I could use to pick a lock. I placed a series of barrettes in my hair. I hid a set of picks in the lining of my bra. I tapped my com bracelet and pulled up the setting on holo until I found the nano-tech options and set the configuration to ear piece. I slid the com into place in the ear that had the translator installed.
Ben had watched the process with a disinterested expression on his face. It's not like it was a new sight for him.
"Let's get this over with," I sighed.
"Your level of enthusiasm for this mission is promising," Ben commented.
"Bite me," I responded. "You know that human gets arrested/detained/kidnapped is my least favorite plan."
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