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The Multiverse

The 'RIP' Security Room

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The watchroom of The RIP. Utilizing computer systems, arcane managlobes, live video feeds, heat trackers, audio recorders, energy scouters and PSI-locks, the security room exists to ensure that The RIP remains protected at all times.

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The Security Room

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The watchroom of The RIP. Utilizing computer systems, arcane managlobes, live video feeds, heat trackers, audio recorders, energy scouters and PSI-locks, the security room exists to ensure that The RIP remains protected at all times.

The security room is quite easily one of the most important rooms in The RIP. The most prominent and effective line of defense against hostile aggression both domestic and external, the security room is the defensive command point of The RIP.

To say that the security room keeps an eye on its inmates is an understatement. Every single patient is carefully monitored via a combination of video feed, heat tracker, energy scouter and proximity tracker. Semi-intelligent computer monitors observe and track their every move. If a prisoner sneezes in his/her cell, the incident is documented twice and archived. Absolutely nothing escapes the eyes of the security room.

In the event of a breakout, the security room is more then capable of deploying The RIP's many defensive technologies. Concealed multi-clip turrets are mounted all about the facility, and energized containment fields can be projected just about anywhere in the castle. Entire wings of the castle can be heated to hundreds of degrees past boiling point or frozen into the far negatives. Psionic dampening fields can be interspersed throughout the facility, as well as noxious gases and high-frequency sonic blasts. In the event of an attack from the outside, the RIP is also equipped with several guided missile-pad launchers, AA turrets and mounted heavy railguns. The RIP's external shields can be also energized exponentially to protect the facility from harm.

Needless to say, the security room is perhaps the most well-defended room in The RIP. Merely entering the room requires a trusted security clearance, the passing through three checkpoints, retinal scans, psionic swipes and a series of complex code inputs. Actually using the technology in the room is about three times the hassle.
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The 'RIP' Security Room

The watchroom of The RIP. Utilizing computer systems, arcane managlobes, live video feeds, heat trackers, audio recorders, energy scouters and PSI-locks, the security room exists to ensure that The RIP remains protected at all times.

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The 'RIP' Security Room is a part of The 'RIP'.

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Illyria Mettice [0] Murphy was a god damn optimist

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Character Portrait: Choi Character Portrait: Navidson
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Navidson begun picking his nose, wiping it on his home-made sweater and leaning in to focus on the monitors that linked up with the cameras in the east wing, his eyes forming suspicious slits. "Fukin' ell. She's rally' tryina slip under the mofockin' radar."

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Navidson turned the dials on one of the nearby consoles to an unbearable cold. "Cop that." He snarled, taking a sip of his coffee and going back to mining his nose.

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The temperature wouldn't stop dripping down until it became sub-zero. "Better get those fuckin' weapons out of that cell there too, boys. Which fukhead' thought that was a goodun'?"

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The security was tight since the attack at the East Wing had begun. Two men now manned the various screens carefully making sure that the room they were in, and all ways to it, were sealed. It was so. So they relaxed. And let their guard down. A Maia can get through anything. To this extent the two men did not see the faint fog on one screen moving away from the camera and entering the air vent network.

By the time they registered the strange fog it was too late.

Their new friend had joined them there in that room.

Steam quietly floated to the floor and formed a dirty white robed woman with dirty white hair. There was no mistaking the deadly anger in her eyes however as she neared the closer of the two men. Who in fact had gone for coffee. the room was large and filled with dozens of computers across the room, towers of servers stood in ordered ranks, she hid behind one and waited.

"I'm going to get some coffee" Said the first man, getting up from his chair he looked to his fellow

"Get me a cup too will you ?" The second said, the first man nodded and walked off to where the coffee was kept. Nither man saw the newcomer until it was too late.

As the first man was returning with the coffee the dirty woman made herself known as she stepped into the mans field of view. There was no mistaking the darkness of anger behind the womans eyes.

"Oh son of a---" the man started to say before he was grabbed by the woman, her fingers like a hawks talons as they latched onto the man at his throat and her other hand went to his forehead.

"You will tell me what I want to know!" The voice hissed angerly as she drove her fingernails into the mans forehead, stabbed through his helmet and deep into his skull. the man was unable to speak, struck with fear all he could do was grab at the wrist holding his throat in a viselike grasp as knowledge drained from his mind. Stuff he'd seen of two men with blue hands carrying a large parcel.

When she learned enough she let go of the man, who sank to the floor like a sack of grain. Turning at the new voice calling out "hey ! Where's the coffee ? Joe! Come on man, gimmie the java!" She followed the voice and from behind she grabbed the man in a hammerlock and held him, her fingers stabbed into his helmet as well. Digging for information. Rooms, directions, faces.....

Finally she had the information she had sought, both men were out cold from their experiences with the Maia, she was tempted to kill both men but instead chose to simply keep them knocked senseless. She did not want more blood on her hands than she already had over the eons.

She turned and left the security room, this time going on foot, not using the vents, clearly happy to get noticed, Any enforcer or TMC soldier she came across were to be probed for information and then knocked out. Unless they fought her, in which case she'd kill without a second thought.

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A screen showed a very pissed off looking Nikola as he paces back and forth in a cell. “LET ME OUT!” he shouts as he pounds on the solid clear wall as he rubs his hands together static crackling from his fingers as he shoots a small bolt of green electricity from his hand, watching it strike the wall and do…nothing. Not even a dent appeared. He sighs as he sits back on the uncomfortable bed in the room. Nothing here conducted electricity he couldn’t get to the camera out of his cell and every attempt to escape has failed. “What the hell do you want from me?! I haven’t done anything wrong while I have been in this city! …Well haven’t paid my bills, but that does not give you the right to lock me up in here!” he snaps as he slams his fist into wall.
He hears an alarm blare as he lifts his head up, a grin on his face. “Hopefully whoever it is fucks you up!” he snaps angrily. “And lets me out of here.” He adds as he slouches and starts to try and gather static…to a very slim success.

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As she left the security room she halted at the sound of the voice, Edision! She turned. Where was his cell ?? Moving cameras she finally found it, enhanced with layers of stact buffers and energy walls to absorb his eletrical ability. Shit! She mentally shrieked. That was not good. OK, next task, she knew her next task.

Cut the power to that section.......

However while she was looking to cut the power, someone else did it for her as the feed instantly went dead.

Perfect. She fled the security room, heading for the West Wing of the RIP. She had a friend to pick up.