<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Gramercy's Run<br/>Tagged: Breach Party<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan and Elaine cut through the void of space at just over 2-g's on the gravsled. He wanted to push it faster but didn't need to cause Elaine G-LOC or grab unwanted attention from the Gramercy's Run. It only took a few minutes for them to reach the ship and a couple more to find an airlock hatch. Tethering the sled to the hull of the ship Donovan examined the airlock and behind the black visor of his helmet he smiled wickedly. It was too easy, a simple one touch interface. Pressing the bright red button he watched the door on the inside close and seal before the outer door opened to them with a hiss of atmo escaping.<br/><br/>Going inside with Elaine he closed the airlock, waiting for the atmo to rebuild then entered to ship. Through the comm he spoke to Elaine. "Split up, raise hell, the landing party will be in the landing bay if you want to go for them. I am going to cause the bastards some heartache. Going silent." He finished cutting the comm link to the entire crew and breaking away from Elaine.<br/><br/>Still in full suit, a matte black affair with the exception of the gloss black visor that hid the face of madness behind it. He moved through the corridors like a silent cancer. They were mostly abandoned, he figured that was due to everyone meeting the Annie. It was a seventy seconds before he came across the first guard.<br/><br/>Darting around the corner he made nearly no noise as he closed the distance to the guard. At the last moment the guard noticed Donovan and raised his firearm, but it was too late. Donovan lashed out with both arms, the first two fingers on each hand pointed out and held stiff. The stiffened fingers drove into precise points on the front of the guards shoulders, connecting with nerves. The guard let out a cry as both his arms fell limp to his side completely numb. In a flowing motion Donovan closed his hands into fists with his thumbs extended bringing his hands together and driving thumbs into the curve of the guards throat with a crunch.<br/><br/>The moment the threat was eliminated Donovan moved on like nothing had even happened. In his head there was a blessed silence for the first time in a long time, but there was a cost to that silence. Right now Donovan was gone. VH24601JV had taken over. A creature with a human shape and nothing else. It was literally built for this work, go in to a FUBAR situation, clean house silently and leave an opening for a larger force to come in behind to take control. Though this time, there was not larger force. He was here for extraction and extermination.<br/><br/>Burning orange eyes flitted about behind the opaque visor as he moved through the ship to the taking in details and mapping a path. Despite the speed which he was running through the halls his footfalls made minimal sounds. He passed by several more guards, solo, pairs and even a small group of four. Each dropped with deadly precision in a flurry of blows that disabled then killed the men. Nerves struck, bones snapped, joints torn and he never stopped his forward progress.<br/><br/>Mess hall, galley, armory, crew quarters, a long away around the landing bay and finally to the bridge, leaving a trail of broken bodies in his wake. It was short work to kill the crew on the bridge and once he was the only living thing left he moved to a control console and brought up a display of the landing bay. He trusted his crew to do what was necessary and with a little work VH24601JV took control of the ships defenses. There were turrets it the corners of the landing bay and he now had access to them. He wasn't going to act until shit went sideways, if it did he would give them cover fire while they made their escape.