Working Title (Temptress Magnus)
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				Title: <strong>Working Title (Temptress Magnus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 09:18:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://37.media.tumblr.com/ed28572050de25985d3bdefcc042149c/tumblr_mu7bpdVgVB1qhq4bpo1_500.jpg)</div>There was much to do in the galaxy. Smuggle, Pirate, Slaver, and honest work as well. Vesten was on the brink of becoming any one of those. Having been tossed out of the engineering program at Olympus Mars University. Reasons unclassified.<br><br>Vesten roams unclaimed or unprotected parts of Mars looking for scrap metal to build his ship. Atop his chest was the one thing keeping anyone alive on Mars, outside the cities. An Atmospheric Pressure and Earth-Like Oxygen or APELO. A technology given to humans as a sort of gift from an alien species that many humans derogatorily called Lizard-folk for their similarities. <br><br>After stumbling upon a cliff, he notices that the cliff itself was not natural. Looking down he could see miners in large suits pushing a cart down into tunnels. The cart was filled with explosives. Coal. One of the most unclean fuels. Never the less, still profitable. The good thing about those suits was, they couldn't hear a thing outside their suits. Dangerous for collapses but then again, there was no government regulation out here on the frontier.<br><br>Positioning his gun in front of him allowed for him to scope in on who all was in the area. Thermal signatures being placed on each and he could now see the outline of the station, sixteen workers, what looked like a man in a business suit. A few females and one Lizard-folk. Situating his weapon over his shoulder he now shifted upwards and started to scale down the cliff's side. After spending a couple years on Mount Olympus, Mars it wasn't unheard of students rock climbing. Little did he know how much that would help him now. Thankful at least.<br><br>There was a spiral shape to the mining area as it descended into Mars' earth. The normal way out was a long slope or an elevator shaft on the opposite end of the complex. Large containers shielded cameras from his sight and keeping his HUD available to show where each person was. Stealth was always his best bet when it came to stealing.<br><br>The art of killing was something he used as a last resort. The last thing he needed was a man-hunt. The first thing he needed was one of those Mining suits. He wouldn't be able to put one on without disrobing, and wasn't going to be able to enter the atmospheric lock without a camera catching him. He would have to disable the cameras long enough to get in but not a total blackout to turn off everything. Disabling the security guard and stopping recording would be helpful. Unsure of his path he sat quietly weighing his two options.<br><br>After deciding he turned and looking out wards the electrical grid. Accessing the internet in a place like this would set off alarms of an intruder. He would have to rely on his own book smarts in order to know which cables to unplug. Dashing across a path to another large red crate he waited for a grunt to pass before slowly stepping through the fenced off area where mechanics and the electrical grid was. Turning off the cameras wasn't simple for him, but he waited to see any reaction from thermals to see if anyone stopped immediately and turned towards where he was. This allowed him to work his way around that particular employee.<br><br>Inside he wasn't out of the clear just yet, seeing no one in his current corridor he paused a bit to get a feel for the layout of the complex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Working Title (Temptress Magnus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Temptress</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 15:49:23</strong>
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				Anna Michaels age 22, red hair and green eyes. Hair of soft waist lengthed curly locks are hid within her suit as well. She stops trying to get her phone internet to work because she hears something not right and down to the right of the corridor that she is in. She tries to stifle her sneezing and it might cause an echoing reflect. In fact, it does. Thusly, the other adventurer sshould have heard it and come searching for the owner of the sound. Anna assumes she is alone here.&nbsp; ( ooc sorry for the wait. I'll have a longer post next time.)
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