Channelknight Fadran

"We're going to avoid fighting the Beorin soldiers as much as possible." Ayia checked her reflection in the mirror. "As for blowing stuff up - I'm good with that. But it's only secondary to getting you guys through that portal and to someplace safe." She exited the washroom to return to her disguise's companion: Officer Tio Zexrex, according to his badge. "Sorry, that took longer than I expected." "It's fine." He led them back to the transmissions room, even being so thoughtful as to hold the door open for her once it was open - Variance's illusion would still probably hold up for retinal scans, but that was still a lucky twist of fate. There were only seven monitors in what was basically a glorified closet: six for the officers, one for the guy in charge of them. A few of them glanced up from their headsets, which Ayia was pretty sure was against protocol, but she guessed there really weren't many transmissions to monitor from here at any given time. She slid into her desk and put the headset over one ear for now, leaning down to keep talking through the communicator. "Al, what signals does that ship of yours use?" @Szeth_Pancakes

"People shooting missiles at us as we soar triumphantly through the portal, obviously." Ayia stepped out of the stall, now fully geared out in Officer... (she checked the badge)... Kia Vinder's uniform. It was a bit tight around the chest and waist, but at least the hat fit well. "And I could totally take out this ship if I needed to. It would just take a few hours and I'd have to blow some stuff up. And besides - an energy rifle isn't going to do jack diddly squat for you if we're all being shot at."

"Well..." Damn. That magic worked a treat. She almost tried to deepen her voice a little by reflex. "It'll last about an hour or two. Plenty of time for us to get the others aboard - and by the time she gets up, we'll probably have bigger problems to worry about."

"You've been in there for a dozen bloody minutes, and I only just untied you. How have you already gone through Allera's refrigerator?" Ayia was having some trouble with the boots, grunting a little as she tried to lace them up properly. "And no, I haven't. Why do you want a weapon so badly? You are aware of how quick I could knock you unconscious, right? You wouldn't even get the safety off before we dropped you out the airlock."

"Great minds think alike. Give me just a minute..." Ayia dragged the body into the stall to swap outfits - half to ease the strain on Variance, and half because she quite liked the particular shade of green that she was wearing. Besides, she hadn't been able to actually change in ages.

"Nono. You stay hidden." Ayia waited for the officer to exit the loo by putting on a little hunch, leaning against the sink, and dropping her eyelids a little. She muted the communicator as the idiot prisoner apparently started yelling through it. There was still a little bit of blood across her shirt: a little dry for her tastes, but it would do. She stuck a knuckle into her nostril to complete the look. The officer exited the loo, immediately catching Ayia's gaze, but ultimately dismissing her and moving to the sink. "'Scuse me..." Ayia put on a bit of a falsetto. "D'you have... any napkins?" "Do I..." She looked up, finally recognizing what situation Ayia was presumably in. "Oh, sure! Yeah, lemme just..." The officer leaned down to pull up her satchel and start rummaging through it - just in time for Ayia to dart forwards with a tiny syringe and jam it into the officer's neck. It knocked her out instantly - and thank gods, too. For a moment there Ayia had worried it wouldn't work on their biology. She turned the communicator back on. "Shut up, idiot. We're in a damn stealth operation here. Variance, can you change my voice?"

She couldn't be seen, but slipping right past the officer's gaze felt uncanny. Passing through the washroom door confused him a little, but he seemed to ultimately pass it off as a sensor malfunction. "Kay," Ayia whispered, still out of sight from the officers. "Drop it now."

"We're going to wait for someone to come out," Ayia said. "There's a washroom down the hall - opposite here. If the protocol's unchanged then they're supposed to travel in pairs, so if we're lucky..." They were. Out came two officers: one girl, a bit shorter than Ayia, and a male companion. They were chatting about lunch. "Invisify me real quick," Ayia continued, as the girl headed into the washroom and the male stayed outside.

Before long she'd spotted the sign for a transmissions room. By the looks of it, they'd only be tracing the lower farside - nothing fancy, but it would do. Ayia waited around the corner, signaling Variance to come back over.

"Just let me know if anyone's coming. You can't read Beorin; I know what I'm looking for."

"We're looking out for a transmission room. They've got plenty on these."

“Right behind you. You’re just my eyes.”

But what is your method for invading Canada in the first place?

"Conserve it for now. I'm more than capable of being sneaky."

Ayia peeked out the door again, then tentatively stepped into the spaceship proper. "We're heading down to the right now. You keep ahead and let me know if anyone's coming."

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"Great. And it is..." Ayia glanced at the time. "Okay, not quite a shift change... Did you happen to spot a washroom on your way around?"

"Yes. As in clocks."