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~~~(POV: Scott Autumn)~~~
I run my fingers along the keyboard filled with Primordium language. I understand it, and it's as clear to me as English.
I'm writing algorithms to search for Durado through the security cameras. Once the cameras see Durado, it'll bring the picture to the console screen in front of me, and I'll know where he is.
I'll use the intercom system to tell him I'm alright and meet him somewhere. I finish writing the program, and I launch it. Now all that's left is waiting. I switch the camera in front of me to view the room filled with scientists and some unarmed soldiers.
I see the officer, and I run a quick check on him with files of personnel on-site. His name is Larzacks, and he's an accomplished commander for Teller-Bravo.
He's so important. He has a rescue priority. That's why that second fleet came, to rescue him. His record is filled with commendations and missions that make my stomach turn. Taking over peaceful worlds, running experiments, head of black ops missions.
Larzacks isn't a humanitarian. In his language, it would be called a Szerzo. The translation is merciful. That's the closest word.
The rest of the files on everyone else varies from distinguished members in the scientific community and others that have been blacklisted for unethical studies. They're all brilliant and all employed by Teller-Bravo.
The research done by some of them is impressive for the standards of above-average intelligence. As a Primordium, I can see flaws and dead-ends in their works they can't.
Some of them are wasting millions of credits for absolutely nothing. "I want that beacon up and sending signals now!!" I hear Larzacks yell through the microphone in the camera.
He's a die-hard fanatic for military power and authority. His file says he was dishonorably discharged from his branch in the Impyra military forces. Disobeyed orders from a superior officer. He's a sociopath given lots of power.
The Aeternus Universe is probably better off without him, along with everyone else in that room. While some may be individually innocent, they're guilty by associating with Teller-Bravo. I open the security console, and I search for the commands for the floating sentries. After a couple of seconds, I locate them.
Time to reprogram the orders left by my predecessors. While I'm inputting the last string of codes, the console goes off, and Durado pops up on the screen. He's traveling with a group, soldiers, no doubt. Spared cause they were unarmed.
I press a button to speak through an intercom in their area. "Durado? Can you hear me?" I watch his new friends draw their weapons and point in the direction of the intercom. "Don't worry, I hacked their systems, and I see you through the camera." I watch him look around for the camera, and he eventually spots it.
He walks over to it and looks up into it. "What happened to you, Scott? How did you escape?" Those are all questions for later. Before I can respond, the power cuts, and I look toward the power readings for the site.
They're fine, this is strange. "Can you still hear me?" His voice comes through, and that means the network the cameras are individually connected to has been powered down or is being shut down manually.
I try and reroute the power from the actual site to the cameras, and it works. Now I get visual on Durado once again.
I unlock the doors ahead of him cause those lead to the area they were keeping the colonists, meaning his daughter was kept there. "I'll explain later, Durado. I've unlocked a path for you. Follow it, and I'll meet you there. It's where they kept the colonists." That's all I'm willing to say while he has company.
I don't want his group thinking that sensitive information can be used to their advantage, but who knows? He might've even told them. No point in risking that. "I have to go. Good luck." I go to the cameras in the room where the survivors are, and Larzacks is still causing problems.