Item C04-000-000-003 - Obex

I have no regrets.

I might have secrets that I want to forget, but I am proud of who I am. My heritage, unbroken by time and by iron and by steel. Flowing through the veins of my ancestors and descendants, past and future, is peculiar in every sense of the word.

My son, very gifted in intellect and passions, is so near to the truth, that I would need to ensure that he skirts the line, but never cross through. His friend, a closely-bonded one, seems to bear more emotions towards him. I have just gave my blessing, but I am unsure if Munizel will reciprocate. He's like a child to me, and I hope things go well with them.

As for me? I get to keep my notoriety. One who infiltrates facilities, steal stuffs, escape, and then... No matter how poor or crippled you might be, I will find a way to help.

My custom Machrider, with lots of presence masking active, sped through the moonless airspace. I savored my last moments in this planet, for I am to leave it soon. Leaving behind a lot of things here would be good for the Network. Surely they'll find where they are, and use it properly. Lots of Orokin tech, surely a goldmine, they will surely find good use for all of it.

Oh, you don't know about the Network? Sorry, I cannot say much, but the Network is a large network of Corpus people, alongside some of those workers on Venus. They usually give me the Intel to work on, to find new facilities to steal from, and even... the next planet to escape to. Within the Network, I am known by so many names. the number is enormous, but nobody calls me by my real name... Never did they try to double-check it, even if I have told them that, because in the Network, new identities are encouraged to use. "Your past is irrelevant", they usually say, "only the future you bring".

I arrived at the facility, instructed my Machrider to hide and escape once the signal is given, and stealthily worked my way to the designated area. There are other Corpus around, gladly I managed to sneak through. I arrived there, and found my operative.

"N-Ops, handshake", I said through the Network-approved two-way silent radio.

"Handle?", the other person replied

"Lookaway... Juniper...", I said as I started to list more handles.

"Oh okay, you may stop now, person with so many handles. N-Ops, handshake accepted without response. Ops cannot continue in this facility."

"What?"

"Rogue nodes surrounding the area. Unusual activity since this area was scheduled for automated cleaning activities, and no personnel should be working today."

"Alternatives?"

"Escape from this area, and head to another facility. Will inform the Network, and they will give you another location."

"No dice. Ditched my ride."

"If that's the case, continue with Ops, but I cannot guarantee your success. Also, I cannot assist you further. Netcode: Evergreen"

My overlords. Netcode: Evergreen, means N-Ops is being monitored by hostiles. Maybe it's the time to fight.

"Netcode: Ruby", I said, as a signal that offensive actions will be done.

"Good luck with that. N-Ops, out.", the other line went silent. I gripped my weapons, with each hands, and both feet. A sparring weapon built for speed, with a kinetic multiplier that improves the damage of my strikes. A Northstar design. Originally from my mind.

I went through the designated area, sans the operative, and found patrols of enemies. Slipped through some, gotta avoid conflict as much, but I found myself fighting some of the squads. Luckily, my speed and swift attacks proved to be a useful silencer. Finally, I reached the ship, and boarded the spacecraft.

"DO NOT ENTER!" A security person shouted behind me. A Scrambus. I found myself fighting this one, for some reason.

"N-Ops.", he said.

"What?", I replied, astonished by his words.

"My job here is to guard that ship. I am compelled to stop you."

"You know you can't."

"I do not intend to stop you from escaping, only that my cover not be blown. Fight me, as I tell you what to do."

"N-Ops, acknowledgement received", I said without nodding, for the security cameras.

We fought further, with attacks as our means to come closer to mask our lips. He told me the actions I need to do, and I made sure I remember them.

"Okay, I've given you the steps. Now kick me hard.", I did what he told me.

"N-Ops, handshake acknowledged. Have a save escape.", he said as he acted like he passed out.

I rushed into the ship, closed the ship's doors, I operated the ship for launch, as the alarms were sounded. I hacked into the console, trying to stop the landing bay's gates from closing, and was able to stop it from closing further. SWISH! I managed to escape.


...


I am already in space, when I received a message from the Network.

	From: Swiftsmasher
	Subject: Safe journey, Spearfish
	Content: We will let you know further about your son and his friend's statuses as you escape to Olympus.

I think I can now relax, now that I have arranged many things, and they're happening as I would like it.

Kasla having the Orokin cipher, Munizel having the cube, me escaping out of that place, and... The secret of my bloodline, safe in their hands, and out of the Corpus's reach.

Time to share things with you, I guess...

We are one of the last families who descend directly from Orokin nobility. That gilded cube? It's an heirloom, passed through generations of Forora. Its contents are my family tree, from our forefathers up to my time, and some Ducats. One day, he will surely unlock it, probably with Kasla's help. I hope they become a good couple.

I just hope it's not sooner.