Push and Pull, Give or Take (COMPLETED)

Brank Namek
The capital system of BESOL was a moderately filled one. Movement was evident between three core planets, and a couple ships FTL'ed in and out of the system periodically. They were designs not of BESOL - likely local ships, and some were BESOL designs, characteristically large smooth constructs of monolithic plates painted with the iconic red markings in a foreign language.

Approach was usual, they went without trouble overhead the core planet. From far away, it was a golden marble with spirals of darkness rising up into space. Now, it was overcome mostly with clouds, making it almost look like a miniature gas giant if it weren't for the tips of the large towers, poking through a sea of black, white, and slight brown colours. It was to the top of one of these towers they went. They were cleared for approach, and the ships were housed within a large hangar composed of much of the same white material.

Upon unloading, they were met with a small detachment of three beings. They were large gorilla-like beings with four prominent and muscular arms. Their torso rose up with a monolithic plate with symbols painted upon them, coronated into something that appeared to be an inset head, obscured by a helmet, though, this being BESOL, this distinction was likely non-existent. The beings beckoned the mercenaries into another room deeper into the pike.

The location was vacant except from the odd guard of much the same build as their guides, and the consistent moderate humming of machinery, a noise omnipresent within Living Blocks, which quickly became white noise in the back of your heads. You made way into a room and were left alone in a room with a large white table in the center and a monitor inset into the opposite wall.

The monitor flashed into life with a magnetic humm, and displayed their contractor. The being was a large human head with lips removed, shoved into the ground in a way that the lower jaw was obscured. Its eyes cried a black oil, the rightmost's iris was replaced with some kind of attachment which wiggled as the eye twitched. The head was crowned with hairs of tubes that rose up into a machine from a crack into the being's head. It spoke, the voice was not far from human, nor far from machine:

I am Hurrensthreack of the House of the Elevated Rising Sun. I thank you for agreeing to come here, despite my lack of details for the following mission thus far.````
Your mission is of the nature of corporate warfare. You are to infiltrate another living block belonging to Jurnbhrutun and extract a sample of valuable BioMetallics recently developed by their scientists. My forces have already extracted the location of the samples, which seem to be located at the topmost floor of their block's basis levels.
You are to leave with a provided ship within a provided unmarked BioSuit. You shall use the cover of the rain to bypass the Living Blocks's sensors and infiltrate through the coolant systems, through their factories, and into their laboratories.
Extracting the sample shall raise alarms, you shall quickly escape through an adjacent informational spine, and be extracted by a discardable underwater vehicle I will provide. Timing and infiltration is of utmost importance, the longer you avoid being detected the least resistance you shall face, as their industrial layer will just have ended their cooling cycle.
Since you are not of BESOL, I may provide this valuable insight: Make sure to not let the outside rain or water touch you, and discard the biosuits as soon as you are clear from the water.
If there are any questions, I may respond. You have one hour to prepare until the ship leaves.

Small holographic pannels, clearly not of BESOL design, were provided with data relevant to the operation.

Brank Namek
With both the teams prepared, they were beckoned back towards a lower type of hangar through a relatively cramped elevator which chugged along surprisingly smoothly for the heavy industrial feel of the structure. The elevator appeared into a large hangar, not too dissimilar to the one that you parked your ships in, occupied with a few more BESOL employees that went around doing their tasks, almost all of them with some kind of bizarre augmentation that aided their work as much as made them interestingly weird.

Besides the ship, your Bio-Suits, as promised. They were larger than your bodies and opened like a gaping maw exposing a soft interior of some kind of pink-ish fabric, the external was made of the white plates similar to many other things, a BioMetallic analogue to metal or steel? You climbed onto the suits like the usual exoskeleton, they comfortably housed even those wearing armor already. They enveloped the whole being in an embrace, squeezing hard at the joints and then releasing as it completely sealed off the exterior, cyclying its own atmosphere with a device that was clearly not made by BESOL, but still was integrated into the suit like a tumor that jutted off the back.

You boarded the BESOL transport. It was a ship no bigger than 100 meters long, with large cannisters hanging off its sides. What it transported was of little matter to you, but you found your temporary stay in an internal atrium, its bottom retrofitted with a gate that could be opened with the push of a button, and a small screen that displayed the outside world amidst a mess of thick black cables that pulsated and enamel-white plates. The ship lifted off the ground, hovering, and then bolted off the hangar with haste, for the rains drew nigh.

After the initial strain of keeping oneself afoot at the rapidly accelerating vehicle, you could look through the monitor to see the outside. Underneath the white and black mountainous ranges of clouds pierced through by the large towers was a world immersed in darkness. There was no rain yet, but the expansiveness of the seas was darkened as the sunlight was blocked by the thick black clouds. Sudden thunderbolts lit up the landscape and revealed agitated seas as winds likely blew heavily outside in preparation for the ungodly downpour, the thick and black mist that hanged above the whole planet only got denser and denser as they approached the tower.

Their objective of infiltration was initially a small strand that pierced the sky far away, as it drew closer they saw it not too dissimilar to the one they just left. A massive foundation manifested out of the agitated and corrupt waters,rising from the center was a thick tower, easily passable as a space elevator if this was another planet, but alas, just the standard living block for this planet.
You drew closer.
The space amidst the enamel plates painted with dark red symbols became apparent, an amalgam of black metals, tubes, and various devices, dishes, and struts that jutted outwards, broken by a singular disturbing sight: A large eye with a deep black iris that watched the ship as it came, underneath the whites were tiny ducts barely visible. The cyclopic eye watched the ship with intent, it did not dwarf it with size, but its presence was frightening, to see such a familiar organ in such a displaced location was unsettling, as the whole place was.

Then, the camera grew a bit obfuscated. Then a bit more, large globules accumulated on its surface: Droplets. It had begun. The hatch underneath your feet receeded and revealed the seas underneath you, besides the large foudation, a barely visible but gigantic pipe was apparent, rising smokes from the base were quickly dissipating on the winds and the incoming drizzle, soon to be rain. It was now or never to jump.

Namek Brank
The descent is from a great height. About 2 kilometers above the monolithic foundations of the building, the pipes are visible but a hard part to land on directly, you jump out of the ship amidst the soft sounds of starting rainfall, as the large eye closes itself in response to the rain. You are thrown into freefall and the world falls into silence, occupied by nothing but the softest hints of wind brushing against the large BioSuit.

Then impact, You hit against the water with might, and are blown back into the soft cushioning of the suit. The suit inflates in response and absorbs a good portion of the shockwave, water raises in a splash and you quickly sink down and down, dragged by the bizarre viscosity of the liquid, not quite as fluid as expected but much more fluid than it appeared. There is no trouble, even in the agitated seas, in rising up towards the lip of the pipe, as the water slowly rises to meet it.

The rain accentuates more, what was a drizzle once you dropped is now full rain, the towers in the distance already occulted by the drops. You are wiser than to see how much stronger it'll get, as such, you run down the pipe with haste and make way into the inside of the factory. As you progress down the pipe, the rain besides you only grows louder and louder in volume. A piece of scaffolding allows you to descend deeper into the pipe, as an automatic gate bars the water from venturing deeper with you with its bluish metal teeth. Despite the safety of the gate, the rain can still be heard from outside.

The scaffold opens up to a tremendously large atrium, square pillars rise up to a high ceiling that you came from, dissapearing into the darkness. It must be one of the water reservoirs, empty as promised. Far away, machinery seems to unfold from an opposite wall, slowly stretching itself into the large atrium and spraying all walls with a substance. The rain outside is thunderous even in here, and the machine doesn't seem to follow any particular security functions.

Brank Namek
The machinery continues its toil as though you weren't there, unaware of your presence as yet from now. They crawl on metal railings that extrude outwards from the darkness in telescoping manners, carrying a bulbous bulk amidst the center spraying cones of content onto the dry wall.

The droplet of liquid falls atop the man's head. Nothing happens. Perhaps the dangers were overstated, or only towards the beings crafted by BESOL? It quickly nestles within the scalp.

The suits flop downwards at the floor, flaccid from the strain of the impact, as well as by design of their expendable nature. A putrid smell fills the air, a mix of what smells like gasoline and an acrid stench, sizzling from the suit in thin wisps of white content. One'd presume that it was the liquid doing its work, already eroding the suits away from exposure.

The atrium lay ahead of the group. Towards the machinery's direction was an access shaft that went upwards. This large holding area was for the coolant liquid, and would not be filled for a few hours, as the machinery went into dormancy for the next industrial cycle. You are reminded of the existence of the rain, the booming only grows louder, the ground underneath your feet trembles from the cascades of water hitting the sturdy foundation of the monolithic tower, yet it doesn't seem to relent, only growing louder and more violent. At this point, you get the impression that being under fire would be preferable than crushed by the weight of this violent rainfall.

Time was of the essence. The group needed to get moving now, or risk internal security catching them idling within the tower before they were even close to the laboratories, which, according to the map, were a few hundred meters almost directly upwards.