Dead Six: Infiltration- AAR

*The following is a transcript of the After Action Report presented by Commander Shyeer Alvarin, serial 10C-NVZ to CEO Wiyrkomi Honor Guard Malcolm Khross regarding Operation Ashen Sky.*

Malcolm Khross: You realize you cost Wiyrkomi a substantial amount of Kredits, Commander Alvarin. Your service record post-implantation is spotless save for that fiasco with your infiltration op.

Shyeer Alvarin: I'm aware, Malcolm. I'd credit the failure to several equipment malfunctions. Notably the prototype cloaking devices my team were provided with...

*Aboard the Station*
The minidrones circled Shyeer's Caldari Logistics CK0 dropsuit. Fitting the drone pack consumed a staggering amount of power that none of the suits in her arsenal could provide. This combined with the computational requirements that could only be provided by the specialized Logistics suits made the "Fast and Light" option no longer viable.

Mechoj and Cthulu stood in the near-perfect darkness of the server room, their eyes constantly watching their motion scanners. Everything was silent. The too-precisely timed Flux Grenade knocked out every piece of electronics in the room, including the team's shields and cloaking devices. The crackle of fried equipment produced a constant hiss on the comms, effectively cutting them off from their exfil on Darnoch's modified Blockade Runner.

With a hiss, Shyeer popped the visor on her dropsuit. "Now would be a good time to run, guys. Reinforcements can't be far behind now that the first team's gone dark."

Mech and Cthulu popped their own visors in unison and nodded, immediately splitting up and activating their taclights to navigate the thoroughly destroyed server room. An alarm in everyone's helmets told them that their original entrance was now blocked, courtesy of the station security forces. "Primary exit's outta the question, boss. No offense, but I think the pooch is officially screwed," Cthulu said.

"Wiyrkomi isn't going to like dis," Mechoj added.

"You're both being very helpful right now... Make sure the self-destruct on your suits is functional. If we can't get out, we have to destroy the prototypes."

*Briefing Room*
MK: You've described no equipment failures to me, Commander. And you're honestly going to sit there and tell me you told your team to destroy our prototypes?

SA: You going to court-martial me over it, sir?

MK: That remains to be seen. Continue, Commander.

*Aboard the Station*
With their exit cut off, the team had only one other way out, such as it was. The front door wasn't much of an option, but it was all that was available. They knew they had Operatives on board. The security team that originally intercepted them in the server room no doubt reported the presence of enemy Operatives, which meant they would send more members of the DUST Program their way.

"Anyone bring party favors?" Shyeer's tone was nothing short of unprofessional, though she knew Mechoj had more than likely opted to pack along explosives in the event things went well and truly south.

"You tinking of blowing de front and rear at de same time, boss?"

"I knew there was a reason I picked you for this reason, Mech. Double the load against the rear. We'll use the front door. And pray, if that's your thing."

*Briefing Room*
MK: You're admitting to committing an act of terrorism and bombing a station?

SA: Should I stop, sir?

MK: *lets out a deep sigh* We'll continue this at another time, Commander. End recording.