Cyberwarfare Part 3: Discoveries.

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Here is part three of my original character story featuring a Braxxian perspective. Anyways, enjoy! (Oh! Please tell me what you think of the story I always am trying to make my stories better.)
Here are parts 1 and 2

Part1: http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt255622.html

Part2: http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt255623.html

Quatraxis and his fellow Reavers prepared and were debriefed on their new mission. They were to search the city and apprehend the escaped Igarrain fugitive. If the suspect turned hostile then they were given the free orders to terminate her with extreme prejudice if need be. Also, any civilian who was found collaborating with the criminal would be taken in for interrogation. Quatraxis was assigned to scan the West side of Astire. If anything suspicious arose he was ordered to report it immediately.

Quatraxis started off by going around and asking the local citizens in this part of town a few questions about if they have seen anything suspicious. While Quatraxis tried his best not to alarm anyone or give out any information he did not have to, most Braxxian citizens were completely honest with him. It is very unwise to lie to Braxxians who are sanctioned by the Civil Authority, even more so to Reavers.

“Have you seen any suspicious activity lately?” Quatraxis would go around asking.
It was odd for him, he never considered himself an intimidating person. In fact Reavers are trained not to make a scene in their operations. The mere fact people were unnerved due to his mere presence was somewhat strange to him.

Eventually he got a lead, while the informant had not heard about an escaped Igarrian prisoner, there was a great place to hide in an old warehouse not far from the informant’s house. He guessed that would be the best place if anyway to check out. Quatraxis thought it would be better than nothing. He was not trained in detective work, but he believed Intel gathering was the next best thing.

Quatraxis waited until night to check out the warehouse. If there was one thing he did know from his training that most discrete enemy movement happened at night. Quatraxis entered the warehouse and scanned around with his optical sensors.

He scanned for about an hour, but then he heard some noise. He crept as quietly he could in Covert Mode. Fortunately for him Stealth was one of the most valuable, and most understood aspects of being a Reaver Scout.

He entered the room and held up his weapon. He was correct in his suspicions as he did indeed find the Igarrian Sargent, unfortunately he found something else as well.
He shined a light unto her, but when he did he felt something he never had before. He scanned her appearance. She was a woman of average female height. She had long red hair and radiant green eyes. Her face was very symmetrical. This was something he had never came into contact with before, sure there were plenty of Braxxian woman, even ones in his regiment. Yet he never saw a creature more beautiful before. On Braxxus beauty is believed to come from augmentation and artificial means, but this creature astounded him.

“Go ahead, do it. Put me out of my misery machine.” The Sargent said as she pointed a beam pistol at him.

“You are under arrest!” Quatraxis said.

“I’d rather die than live to be your prisoner again machine. “ She said aiming her gun at him.

Quatraxis raised his gun and aimed at her, but he could not bear himself to pull the trigger. He hesitated for too long.

“What are you waiting for? Kill me like your kind killed my comrades!” She said not letting up one bit.

“I.I can’t...” Quatraxis said as he lowered his rile.
Just as he did he felt a painful sting in his biological part of his abdomen? Suddenly his HUD went berserk and all his systems started to malfunction.

“My systems! They, are being..”

“Hacked, correct.” The female grinned.

Soon Quatraxis’s body went offline, while he could breathe and see, he could not move his arms or legs.

“It is a virus encoded with a sedative. You will be out for a while.” The woman said.

“By the way, names Melissa.” This was the last the young cyborg said before he passed out cold.