The director of the operations name Viv came to collect us. He was a Nobien. So obviously I had trust issues. He wanted details. I was too furious to speak so the other one did the talking. While I tried to stop myself from punching out his teeth. The director gave me an encouraging smile, "It was his idea to betray us so we can have a spy that won't be questioned. Now we can take Kabbohera out from within." The entire time I imagined him on fire. As we boarded to go to Krasna he introduced himself as Kal. He was a scout sent from André in the Knowles system. The system has pledged to help the rebels. The only thing I was able to say was, "Whatever I did is a secret." He took me seriously and walked in. I was put on ice for the next year. That means I am back to flight training and weapons training. I can't go out and interact with people in the city. I had no complaints. I just wanted to punch the head of the operations till my frustrations melted away. I got my wish on two separate occasions. Afterwards I happily gave him a bloody nose and explained how the betrayal had to look real. According to him had we known beforehand we would have said or done something that would have given it away. As logical as it was I still wanted to punch him. In the end he gave up arguing and walked away. The next series of lessons came after I made peace with Viv. I am older than these kids if I don't show them a good example. I suppose others will. After I stopped hating him the lessons were on espionage. I was given the full course and sent on a mission when the administrator mentioned that Kabbohera was looking for me.
I was already in place so they watched from a distance. Kal watched from a distance as I integrated with the socialites. The hostess came and escorted us to the back garden. The party was going in full form. Humans older than eighteen were seen congregating. The tables were laden with food and I was given something to drink. I took a sip and it tasted rancid so I spat it back in. Then I walked over and tipped it into a potted plant. I walked around and subtly eavesdrop on conversation. The weird part was nobody cares. They had no shame. The main topic of discussion was how to divide sections of the galaxy amongst themselves. These people are talking about the destruction of peace and liberty. They were talking about displacing or slaughtering the indigenous so they can bleed the planet dry. The forced starvation and slaughtering families. The excuse was ridiculous. 'God promised me this land'. Many discussed how to block any and all aid thus denying basic rights to the indigenous. Trying to make everyone believe their existence is the problem. Some discussed different methods to funnel money to enforce apartheid and racial discrimination. Some talked about sending tax money to these genocidal maniacs. While others said that they will transfer a portion of their profits. What words the news outlets will use to show compliance to ethnic cleansing. What forms of social media exist and how to ban and suppress anyone who speaks the truth. What measures will be taken to ensure the suppression of anyone who opposed the genocide. From arrests to deportation. A few discussed how they can make the hardcore opposers mysteriously disappear.
There was one person eyeing me weirdly so I walked up to him. His wife smacked him on the back of his head. He took her hand and began dancing. The next person to stare was the hostess. She asked me if we had met. I told her I have one of those faces. She gave me a thoughtful look before she continued her banter. She bragged about how the Supreme Sovereign had entrusted her to keep everyone in line. There were those preparing to blackmail people into submission. Others were looking to kill the opposers so their replacement will be more compliant. The owners of news outlets promised to make their deaths seem insignificant or outright ignore them. Also deny aid after events of disaster if they support the end of genocide. It doesn't matter if it is money, food, clothes or medicine. The answer is no if you object to genocide. There were discussions on forming blockades. Also blockers to make sure people can't open the star bridge wherever they want. It means they can place check points or even blow up ships if they believe it was necessary. Her purpose was to ensure the so called superior ones would always be victorious. To my surprise there were no cameras present. I was there as an aid so I waited till the right moment to ask. They said that this is a secret meeting so the outside world won't have a clue who to go after. As some are taken out of the chessboard others will take their place. I quietly switched on my broach and recorded everyone's faces for future reference. Since it is analog it can record without any interference whatsoever. The hostess called for a group snapshot. Thankfully the aids wear masks to show that they are not so significant. Which is why my face won't appear in anything.
As we made our way out the hostess asked if she could talk to the aids for a few minutes. She had us sign a non-disclosure agreement to make sure we remain silent. She threatened us with all sorts of cruelty. I just nod my head as I recorded the entire thing. After an hour of threats we were allowed to go with our client. Senior executive members of Cu rāutate came and I instinctively covered my face. Only when I felt the cold metal did I remember that I was in disguise. I made sure to get their faces so I can warn others to watch out. Afterwards I happily walked out and gave the outfit for dry cleaning. I slipped into the medical center. I went up five floors to return the ID stick back to the Oblix. She was still vomiting. I wished her well as I walked back to the garage. The rebels were pleased with the insight. The leaders in the rebel hierarchy watched the entire holographic video. They discussed amongst them. The director decided to create social media applications for youngsters so they will be informed of the situation. Others decided to make some sort of device to override the blockers so they can freely roam around. The next was to find ways to grow food so the rebels can feed themselves and the oppressed. The next solution was to protect the senators who opposed the genocide. The next was to send relief to those who opposed genocide to ensure they gave allies elsewhere willing to help. Then the discussion was to arm the indigenous so they will not be wiped out. The next was to rigged the election so those who opposed the genocide would win the election. Also convince people to stop paying taxes and begin boycotting certain companies. One suggested creating alternatives. They were sad to see the names of the companies who were on the boycott list. I reminded them that Cu rāutate means 'with Malice'.
I happily walked back to repair Calysto. With the hydroscrew in hand I started taking the front panel out to check for rips, tears or leaks. Then I opened the underside to remove the fuel and check for rust and do a fuel change. Then I polished the ship and before checking the seat for any sort of malfunction. Then the control panel had to come off since there was a faulty wire that needed replacing. Afterwards I took it for a test flight and went to sleep. I woke up to see Kal staring at me. I asked him if I had an assignment. He asked me how I learned to do whatever I did on my first mission. I told him that I was born with the gifts. He said he was hoping to learn to do it. I told him that if he isn't born with it then he can't do what I do. So understand that this isn't something anyone without the gift can learn. He gave me an understanding look and asked me to say yes when the director asked me to join the mission to level the warehouse where the weapons are being manufactured. I smiled but said nothing. He walked away and moments later the director came to request my presence to go with Kal and others to the weapons warehouse in Zendayan in the north western regions. I apologized politely since I am busy with repairs. He saw the dismantled scanning bot and dismissed me.
I sat on my ergonomically accentuated chair and slid towards the work table. I started by rigging the motherboard. Then I checked the arm and discovered the joint was totaled. This means starting from scratch. Making a mold of the other joint. Removing the rust will take time. The sensor was working but the lens was cracked. The receiver was ok but the memory chip was missing. This is going to take a while. I took a shower and came back to see Kal was waiting for me. I told him that I am not going. I have other priorities. I didn't say yes to his request I simply smiled. I am trying to figure out how to fix this scanning bot so it can replace one of theirs. Which means we will have a spy on the inside. One of the leaders believed it was a good idea so I was exempted from the mission. Kal was not pleased. He wanted maximum lethality. Which the Zoya explained was counterproductive. He had to do this covertly. He left and I went to work. It took me ages to piece it together. I had to ensure it covertly sends signals to a black site nearby. Taking it to the location was a challenge all by itself. First we had to pass several checkpoints. Then hide in a military transport and finally activate the thing. The rest is up to date. Hopefully he won't get busted.