Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 10

A Breach in the Case 2016/03/13 Siege Indira Quiet Rick 10

Griffin looks into the screen, "I think we should check out what the deal is with these guys, are you guys secure there?" He asks, knowing full well that the logical priority is secure a way out then worry about getting the BREACH Band of Brothers out.

He checks the timer to see how long they've been inside the facilities while he waits for the other half of the team's status.

Quiet firmly believes in no one left behind. This is much, much worse. She might not be able to cart all of the out of here at once, but that doesn't mean she can't study the sarcophagi, to better learn how to quickly detach or deactivate them. They definitely can't carry the whole facility with them.

SPACETEAM has been within the facility for approximately twenty minutes by this point. Things have, largely, gone quite well in their re-infiltration of this black site, though Griffin and Quiet and Breach are probably completely unaware of just how much information Indira has collected from the local network.

Breach continues to cover that entry door from the "hallway" into the Medical & Computer Lab. Indira can probably sense how edgy he's getting as the minutes tick by; she may get the impression that he is nervous about how long they've been here without signs of interference from the Operation Sundial personnel. Something silly about humans and time or time tables? WHAT FOOLISH HUMANS!

Griffin curses as he mashes at the interface.

Somehow - SOMEHOW - Griffin activates Clippy.

Hello there! It looks like you're trying to draft a video conference. Would you like to add effects or work from a template?

Indira, while Griffin is cursing and beating the Master Control Console's interface, deactivates Clippy. She also manages to "minimize" the video window with Griffin into a 40x80 pixel screen just left of and below center of the screen. For some reason, this also turns off the audio link between them.

Charades anyone?

"I believe we are secure for now," Indira replies quietly as Griffin mashes the controls. She frowns ever so slightly as the window minimizes down and cuts off the audio. Silly unintuitive human computer interfaces!

Quiet looks over several of the jarred jarheads and then swears. Loudly. In her head. She looks up sharply towards Griffin, but can't call out, so she follows her gaze and floats up to him. Rapid typing follows to display a large stream of text.

THESE NEAR-CORPSICLES ARE CLOSELY MONITORED. THERE ARE ENOUGH REDUNDANT SENSORS AND SECURITY, SNEAKING THEM OUT ONE BY ONE COULD BE IMPOSSIBLE. ALL THE GEAR THEY'VE GOT HERE LOOKS LIKE THEY'VE BEEN SCAVENGING FROM ALL OVER.

"Sonofa..." Griffin says as Indira cuts the feed. "Why the hell do they make everything so damned complex... all I want is to keep whatever that was going. GO BACK you stupid machine!" He says with irritation hang on every word. "This is why we need time to sync comms. Simple fix. Sync the GD comms before an op. Hell just do it on a Tuesday because we are all absurdly trained and skilled individuals with advanced technology at our disposal. But do we sync comms? Nope. Not once." Grififn's TimeMarooned Grump comes out.

Griffin looks over to Quiet, then her display. "Well what about a jail break? Pull the doors to set the inmates free & point them towards the back door?" He asks, his tone mellows pretty quickly once his mind is on another task. Its still a bit grumpy, but there's clearly an effort being made.

Quiet points one gloved thumb behind her before typing. OBVIOUSLY, YOU MISSED THE CORPSE PART. THEY'RE IN CRYO. BRAINS MIGHT STILL BE FIRING, BUT THEY'RE NOT ALL GOING TO GET UP AND SKIP OUT OF HERE ANYTIME SOON.

Breach looks over his shoulder at Indira. He bobs his helmeted head once in acknowledgement, but immediately goes back to scowling at the door, waiting for something or someone to enter. Time keeps on tick-tick-tickin' into the future...

"Well I suggest you switch and try this thing out Q. Otherwise, I'm gonna snap this thing off and just take our chances smashing our way out of here." Grififn says, putting his hands up in the air and sighing exasparatedly as he walks toward Quiet.

Somehow, Indira restores the audio link. In so doing, someone somehow eradicates the video component of the link. No names will be named, but someone deleted the drivers for the cameras from the network. The narrator's just sayin'.

Certainly nothing else has happened as a result of on-going computer shenanigans. It's not like there's now a blinking red and orange icon in the corner of the screen.

Quiet's winces as Griffin hunt-and-pecks his way to angry beeps. It's visible even through her armor. She has no problem 'helping' him away from the interface to give it a try.

Helpfully, Quiet embiggens the blinking red and orange icon from the corner of the screen. It turns into a countdown clock on both the Master Control Console and Indira's computer lab console. Breach immediately looks over at Indira as the console offers a single, plaintive sounding BLOOP.

"What was that?"

Indira just stares at the computer screen as it BLOOPs at her. There is a pregnant pause in which she tries to decide how best to break the news to Breach, only to realize there is no good way.

"That was the countdown initiating."

She answers completely nonplussed.

"... What countdown?" inquires Breach, tone flat. Indira can, of course, sense Breach's immediate shift toward controlled panic at the possibilities an undefined countdown could represent.

Griffin grumps at the edge of the platform, watching their six and doing a pretty good impression Rick. Grump grump grumpity grump.

He is completely oblivious to anything having gotten worse though, so that's a good thing. Right?

Quiet doesn't have much luck with her own attempt. If nothing else, she can just blame Griffin for rendering it FUBAR.

"I...don't know," Indira admits reluctantly.

There is still more computer play being performed by SPACETEAM's top people. Indira changes the desktop background into some kind of neural network inceptionism that randomly changes with awesome transition effects. Quiet does something she saw a combat computer engineer do this one time when their team was taking heavy fire from an autoturret that shot out its own control panel.

Following the hard reboot of the Master Control Console, Quiet watches the desktop automatically come up. Inexplicably, the countdown clock lingers in the corner of the screen, but it is miraculously paused. The network connection repopulates and communications are restored to the Medical & Computer Lab.

Quiet blinks at a countdown. As she's sure that Breach and Griffin would agree, clocks that count backwards that you didnt' start yourself are a Bad Thing (tm). At least it stops counting. Whatever it was going to do, it won't. For now. When Indira's image reappears, Quiet gives her a rather lighthearted wave. Then she types.

SO, WE CAN'T BREAK ALL OF THESE FROZEN WINNERS OUT AT ONCE, AND THEY'RE NOT GOING TO JUST WALK OUT. OTHER OPTIONS?

AND HOW'S THE WEATHER UP THERE?

Griffin keeps watch blissfully unaware of anything going on in the digital word and he's perfectly fine with that continuing.

He stays vigilant though pulling his weapon out and holding it in the air, prepared for... well he isn't sure. But better to be prepared.

Indira relaxing a little, she updates Rick while still sounding totally way too casual about the countdown, "The Countdown has stopped." She reads over the screen and tilts her head slightly. "We have no weather. Just atmosphere conditioning. I don't know what other options we have to get them out," she replies to Quiet.