GESB: Operation Time-Cops

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Kinda waiting on Tara to dictate what happens with the memory dump i think...))

[Terenia]

((yup, that's what I'm waiting for))

[Chad32]

After some time scanning the area, claxter finally found something. <<I believe we've found what we're looking for.>> Claxter said privately to Oss, Alic, and Hadrin. <<I can set us down within walking distance so Prince Ossanlin and Aliciania can come at them from ground level while I remain in the ship to make sure Sukohn doesn't take off and either get away or fire from atmosphere. If that sounds fine to you, my Prince.>>

[Myitt]

((Ahh!  Sorry guys! ))

Myitt dwells at length on the new information, and particularly focuses on Zorish and Tamora's semi-mutual relationship. 

<Interesting,> she muses.  <It appears you aren't so different, after all.> 

Of course Myitt already knew this, but she was curious to feel how Zorish felt about his interesting situation with his host.

[Terenia]

"We have an agreement," Zorish says out loud. The holoscreen flickers, bringing forth the memories that are associated with his words. Scattered conversations flicker across the screen, an internal dialogue between Yeerk and host, occassionally strained but always moving in a common direction. It is clear from the images that Tamora has little to no regard for humanity or the fate of Earth. Instead, her only goal is to stay as far away from humans as possible, a goal that seems easiest achieved through her mutual relationship with Zorish.

Zorish, on the other hand, originally only wanted a voluntary host for simplicity purposes. As memories continue to flash across the screen, though, it becomes evident that their relationship has grown from Yeerk-host to a sort of cautious friendship. Zorish has been offered more powerful, influential human hosts but turned them all down to remain with Tamora.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<<If you can find a convenient low-density area to land the ship near the Yeerk's location, that shoul work.  As for ground attack, well Aliciania has clothing for her human morph but I do not, nor do you Claxter, and my other morphs would be rather obvious in a human city.>>

Ossanlin turns towards Alic a moment.  <<We're short on time Aliciania, you know more about Earth than anyone here except perhaps Tara, is there any way you can acquire clothing for my human morph quickly and discretely?  We need to move on this Imperial as soon as possible, but we mustn't draw human attention...that could be nearly as disastrous...>>

[Alic]

Alic nodded slowly, thinking. <<Yes. I don't have my credit cards... Guess I'm stealing.. I can do that.>> She knew she should be close on the sizes for them, and she really needed something herself. She would be going in in skin tight clothing and no shoes, so definately needed extra.
<<This city has a lot to it.. Claxter look for a building where you see people coming in and out a lot. They should be coming out with bags full of items. We want somewhere kind of busy so the gaurds inside don't notice me stealing.>> That would turn out just great.

[Myitt]

Myitt nods, standing next to Zorish in Tara's body, watching as they flicker through different scenes and conversations from Zorish's life. 

"What you're doing is illegal, you know," she says, glancing at Zorish inside his own memories, arms crossed.  "Host sympathy.  There is such a fine line between being voluntary and being something more." She smiles, shaking her head.  "You poor kid."

Externally, Myitt opens her eyes.  "I've seen enough," she tells Hadrin, who helps unhook them both from the memory probes. 

After a few moments of recovery Myitt hops off the gurney and looks down at Zorish.  "So, Zorish," she says with a sigh.  "I think we have what we needed from you."

[Terenia]

Zorish opens Tamora's eyes, the bright lights momentarily blinding him after so long in the darkness of his memories. He squints until the spots begin to clear and, when they do, glares at Myitt. He does not like that she accused him of something illegal. In his mind it was never a question of legality, merely of simplicity. He doubted that he would be faulted for his relationship with Tamora.

"Well if you've got what you came for," he says tersely, "may I leave then? Or would you like to abuse your power even more, despite my willingness to cooperate?"

[Myitt]

Myitt looks down at Zorish, considering.  "Zorish, do you know who I am?  My name is Myitt One-Nine-Five, formerly Two-Eight-Two, of the Taion Yerralash pool.  There are a lot of people who would pay to know that I'm here, and for Ossanlin's name and affiliations with the Yeerkish civil rebellion."  She glances at Hadrin, who is busily saving the computer files.  "Not to mention your friend, who of course isn't planning to resume his Imperial career.  Do you really think we can just let you walk back into Imperial society, and not say a word?"

[Chad32]

Claxter found a large building that looked like it was made up of multiple shops. There was a back area where there weren't many people that he found a spot to land safely. <<This should be a suitable place to acquire some clothing.>>

[Alic]

Alic had morphed and was now human. "Give me a few minutes... They don't like shoppers who dont wear shoes who also have no money." She looked at the shops. "This will do." As soon as the hatch was open, Alic had exited the ship and walked into one of the clothing shops. This one had quite a few people inside so the employees would pay less attention to her, but the people who did see her couldn't help but stare at the clothing she was wearing.. or wasn't.
Browsing through racks as quickly as she could without looking even more suspicious, Alic did have her arms full. Getting shorts and a t-shirt for her was the first thing she did, the easiest. She also had a pair of flip-flops on top of that. She managed a couple shirts for Claxter and Ossanlin but didn't have enough arms to add the pants or shoes.
She set her items down and when no one was looking grabbed a couple of shopping bags. Within a couple minutes she had 2 pairs of shoes - hopefully ones that fit - and two pairs of pants. Shortly after, all the items were shoved into the bags, and Alic walked calmy out the door.

[Chad32]

Claxter saw Alic coming out of the door, and hopefully wouldn't be followed out shortly by any officials. The hatch remained open, and as soon as she came close enough she would seem to disappear behind the stealth field.

Elsewhere, Sukohn had given his temporary host a bath and fresh change of clothes so he wouldn't look so ragged. Also a meal to get his stomach to stop rumbling.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin wasn't terribly comfortable with placing Alic in any danger, he was also not terrbily comfortable with the blatent disregard of human laws in taking the clothing, but the timestream was worth far worse.  Outwardly Ossanlin appeared calm and collected, but inside he couldn't keep a worm of fear from wriggling up for Alic.

[Alic]

Alic didn't look back once and walked straight where she knew the ship was waiting. If someone had seen her they would have said something by now, so she was in the clear. She had easily made it back and met her friends inside. "You know. We've been real lucky our trip here so far. That was WAY too easy." She smiled, almost hoping someone had challenged her.
She set down the bags and went through them, setting the clothing items in front of Ossanlin and Claxter. "I do hope these fit." Alic slipped the t-shirt over her head, deciding to leave her other clothing on underneath. The shorts were on soon after.
"Your turn. I can look away."