Infiltration

It should have been angry. It should have at least thought "Tut,
this isn't very good now is it?" but it didn't. It didn't react at
all.
Normally, being rudely pulled without warning from a place of
refuge, having a full magazine of live ammunition forced into their
body, having their top half yanked back
past their butt and left to spring back of it's own accord before
being thrust, muzzle first into the back of a strange womans jeans
would be enough to make anyone a bit cross. In fact,
it would leave most people completley bewildered and in an
increidible amount of pain, to say the least. Luckily for it, it
wasn't a person, nor even a lifeform. It had
no sentience, no awareness, nor even any kind of neural circuitry.
Because it was gun. Nothing more, just a simple .40mm Walther p99.
It was a slight disadvantage that it suffered over it's aggressor,
but it was one that it sure as smeg as not going to let get to it.
Because as we've already established,
it was just a gun.
The 'aggressor' was none other than Jayne Chrysler, who stuffed a
few more magazines into her combat trouser pockets then tossed the
gun's case aside, before
opening another box, where she repeated the procedure with a second,
identical gun which she also placed securely in the back of her
jeans then turned and walked down the
landing ramp of the Phoenix, it's black hull paintwork camoflaugeing
it in the darkness provided by the night sky above.
She didn't expect to need to use her weapons, she was rather hoping
that she wouldn't. She wasn't here to hurt anyone, quite the
opposite in fact, but to gain access to that which she
needed to help the war effort would mean she had to be prepared. She
crouched onto one one knee, and looked around before placing one
hand on the chain-link fence and the other
around a pair of wire-cutters that hung from her belt, pausing for a
second to lay flat on the ground as a spotlight passed overhead. She
got back to her knees and proceeded to cut
a hole in the fence before stealthily crawling through and moving
through the shadows toward the giant warehouse.
The warehouse was numbered JMC-51-B, and it was an immense hangar
which stored many of the cargo, research items and weapons that had
been aboard the Blue Dwarf before it
was de-commisioned. It was heavily guarded, ok, so it was full of
general nik-naks, large storage crates full of food stores that were
never eaten by the crew and were awaiting re-distibution,
spare skutter parts that had now become obsolete as newer models of
the service droids were released, or mining equipment that had never
been taken out of it's packaging, but it was also
the home of some of the more sensitive items, experimental weapons
built in the Blue Dwarf's science labs, dead crew-members holo-
disks, computer discs containing top secret files and
intelligence, personnell files, and the EVE-1 battle suit among
them, and as such security needed to be maintained to prevent such
things falling into the wrong hands before the Space Corp.
managed to do something with any of it.
Jayne wasn't after anything that the Space Corp would consider
sensitive, nothing that they would want to defend with their lives
on a normal day, it's just that the entire hangar was under lockdown
meaning Jayne had no option but to infiltrate it to get what she
needed. She had by now crossed the entire compound, and crept slowly
along the outer wall of the hangar toward the small access door on
set into the building at about the mid-point of the wall. A guard
stood idly nearby, lazily allowing his assault rifle to dangle from
the strap over his right shoulder as he lit a cigarette. Jayne moved
with the grace
of a cat, right up behind the guard without making a sound, she
stood to full height, having been half-crouched up until now to make
herself as low as possible and placed an arm around the guards neck
from behind and her other out in front of the guard, letting him see
the combat knife she held, the point of it's blade turned inward,
toward his throat. She squeezed her non-knife wielding arm tightly,
choking the guard
until he fell unconcious, where she gently lowered him to the
ground, whispering the word "sorry" as she did so. Picking up his
rifle, she emptied it of it's ammunition, then dismantled the gun,
and stole his radio, leaving the guard defenceless, and
unable to shoot at her or call for help should he re-awaken.
The door to the hangar was locked, but Jayne, during her life of
crime had learned that this was not an obstacle and removed a hair-
slide from her hair, striaghtened it, and swiftly picked the lock.
The heavy padlock clunked open effortlessly, allowing her to slide
the large metal bolt to one side and pull the door open, she was
inside.
It took her a few minutes to find what she was after, but when she
did, she couldn't mistake it. It was simple cold-drinks vending
machine. It was stood amongst several identical machines, with one
difference.
This one, was the only that, despite being unplugged from the wall,
was still receiving power. A single, dull orange light blinked on
and off slowly on the front of the machine, indicating that the
machine was
on standby.
Jayne reached around behind the machine and tapped a long sequence
of numbers into a concealed key-pad.
A loud humming noise began as she hit the final digit and she
returned to face the front of the machine. A hissing noise came, and
the machine appeared to split in two, then unfold itself several
times until before Jayne stood
a hukling bi-pedal robot.
"Hello Claude." she said.
Who:- Jayne, Claude.
Where;- Jay Chryslers apartment, Manhattan, New York
Following the death of his wife, Alota, Jay had sold their home on
the Florida Keys and bought a penthouse apartment atop a New york
skyscraper, in fact he'd inherited enough of her fortune to now own
several properties around the solar system
but it was this one that he had allowed Jayne to stay in while she
was stationed on Earth. He'd also reluctantly agreed to let her have
the use of the Phoenix when he found that the Dauntless did not
allow crew members to have their own personal craft
aboard - just as well really, seeing as how the Dauntless was
destroyed.
"Thank you bringing me back online Jayne" Claude spoke, from his
position standing in the corner of the living room, jacked into a
wall socket racharging. "I don't know how much longer I could
tolerate remaining in such an unsatisfactory operating condition"
Claude had been a member of the Bloodhound Gang back when they first
attempted to take control of the Dwarf and hand it over to the
Mollopods, unlike the rest of the gang, he was loyal to Jayne. He
had rescued her once before, when her life had
been in danger and she trusted him implicitly. Claude, would never
betray her trust, and he had been the only other member of the gang
to not have known the Mollopods true intentions for the crew. Jayne
had already explained how she was now a member of the Blue Dwarf
crew, how Jay had given her a new lease on life, and as such she
knew that Claude would,
without question, do anything to help the crew.
"Anytime Claude" Jayne replied "I would have done it sooner, but you
were taken off the ship, Truth is, now, I need your help"
"For you Jayne, anything"
"It's the Krylons." she continued "They've declared war."
Claude hung his head.e. Claude, Jayne knew, was in fact a Krylon
himself. A morphing robot, designed to be able to carry out a series
of manual tasks by taking the shape of whatever piece of equipment
was needed. He had been banished by
the Krylons several years ago, who stripped him of much of his
ability, leaving him capable of only being able to take the form of
a vending machine, which had come in very handy when it came to
helping Jayne infiltrate the Blue Dwarf. Claude, had been banished
for one reason
and one reason alone. He did not believe in the Krylons cause to
eradicate all organic life from the universe. He believed that all
life should be allowed to live on without persecution, he certainly
did not share their view that
non-mechanical lifeforms were a disease that threatened to choke the
life out of the universe itself. He had been cast out, and had
fallen in with Jayne about a year before they came to the 'Dwarf.
He had learned alot about humans, and felt that they should be
protected.
"Jayne" he said "Of course, I will help you. Take me to Space Corps
command. I'll tell them everything I know."
<to be continued, onion feel free to add to this>