Star Wars: Outlaws

[KR4U55]

Frann waited until everyone was out. "See ya' later!" After the back of the last of his ship mates was lost he checked his equipment.

"Sensors, binoculars, sniper rifle, repeating barrel, hold-out pistol, hidden vibroblade... maybe a couple of concussion grenades... yeah, why not? What else... snacks?" Hoping the great living force listen to his mumbling, he headed for the cookies jar. It was empty. "Oookay time to work."

Took a map put the sensors on strategical places, took a couple of hours, and waited on the only blind spot, near the Kepla. "I wonder how this piece of junk can move at all."

Frann looked for his holocomm. "The sensors are in place, our fearless leader. She can't come here without alerting at least two sensors." There was something else to say. "Bring cookies goodbye."

 

[Outcast107]

Malak groan about his daugther reasons for keeping the bot but didn't make any more comment about it. He was to busy enjoying his food while the others talk about the mission. Not really saying anything other then the nod or grunt of approval due having his mouth full. Though he stop once he heard his daugther curse as he gets up on his feet and smack her up along the side of her head.

"I didn't raise you to be a potty mouth little one...

He never like it when his daugther was put into dangerous positions but that was part of the job. Plus she seem to enjoy helping the others. He could never really say no to her when giving him those puppy dog eyes when asking his permission for something. Though he could tell he needs to keep her away from some of the crew as he was sure she was picking up their bad language and manners.

 

[mcpop9]

Luna rubbed her head from the hit, not liking when her father did that. "owww... i wasn't being disrespectful... you know i'd never do that..." she complained to her father before nodding towards the captain. "Yes Ma'am." she said, her mood being dampened. "You coming father?" she asked him, getting up and heading to the tech bay.

 

[sage42]

"Aye Captain." Saalia said with a nod as she stood from her chair. She chuckled as Malak smacked his surrogate daughter upside the head. Not that she didn't like the girl, quite the opposite. She just found the notion of a Jawa being anything other than curious little busy bodies funny. She stepped from the room and made a bee-line for the crew cabins. There she grabbed her coat and her knife from beneath her pillow.

After strapping it to her boot she headed towards the crew storage. She grabbed her blaster belt from the locker and buckled it in place. Was she the most armed of the crew? Far from it. Bt she knew she was one of the best shots on board. Didn't need fire power when one well placed blaster shot will do. With a last pat down to make sure she had everything, Saalia left the crew storage to meat up with the Captain.

 

[Outcast107]

Malak finish his meal as he nods "Of course I would never let you off to dangerous places by yourself without me beside you." Getting up from the table as he follow his daughter to the tech bay to prepare for the up coming mission. Though on the way there he sense her mood dampered and sigh. "Now Twi'wa...I didn't hit you that hard on your head...I could barely reach you anyways.. He half jokes with her as he makes fun how short he is to her. Hoping to get a small laugh out of her.

 

[mcpop9]

She chuckled a little, but it didn't help her mood too much. *sigh* "You can't protect me forever father. I'm not setting out on my first scavenging in a sand crawler. I'm also not a little girl... i just don't understand why you treat me like when i was smaller than you..." she said to him as they got the lab and set about connecting up the comms for both teams.
connecting to each person on the job, she'd test their connection. "Come in, testing, 123, testing." she'd say.

 

[FalloutJack]

"BOB, I'm sure Grato doesn't have an entourage of Nemoidians, here or anywhere. Rumor has it his dependence on droids has made him paranoid, so he doesn't like keeping close company. Regardless, I'd rather we not sacrifice your ability to hear orders on some slim chance that Grato is actually aware of your existence."

"That is an acceptable assessment. Mission parameters set."

Formulating plans of attack - because obviously he was the point-droid to aim at the enemy, Bob went off to retrieve his equipment from storage, which included his many-times tinkered with repeater. Oddly, the droid was heard uhhh...caterwauling [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWUhuClbCkw&feature=player_detailpage#t=14s] for a moment when he got it. That said, he was back with the Jawas - Yes, his recognition program regarded Luna as a Jawa. - in preparation to leave the ship.

DIRECTIVES:

{1} Complete Mission.
{2} Protect Crew.
{3} Steal droid protocols.
{4} Never Assault An OCP Official.
{5} Maintain Guise Of Innocence. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCApeXCE0W8]

The last directive was the most confusing one.

 

[Outcast107]

"Hey now..you may becoming a young woman. But you still are that cute little baby I found on the ship. I can't help but want to protect you my little one. " . He call her little one for a nickname. Knowing it got on her nerves a bit being treated like she was still a child. He reach out and grip one of her hands and pat it. Smiling within his hood as he lets go and help her test out the comms.

"Besides...one two three" he said inbetween testing out the comms. "I'm suppose to make your life miserable. Just like any other father would." He nudge her playfully as he chuckles lightly. Hoping she knew that he did care for her but also wanted to protect her from the dangerous of the universe. Even as a baby she was already in danger of being own by a crime boss.

He didn't trust anyone to watch over his daughter beside himself. If anyone try to hurt her they would pay dearly, even if he was a passives like many other jawas.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Zanoo retrieved his gear from his locker as everyone went to get their respective equipment. It was pretty simple. His vibroknife and blaster pistol, plus his little chemkit and datapad. Simple tools, but all very useful.

"This Zanoo. Read you clear." he replied to Luna's comms test.

Along with his chemkit, he'd also brought along a little box from his locker and held it out towards the others. "Have few stims if want. Go easy, not too many in box right now." He pocketed an adrenal stim for himself, just in case he needed it.

 

[KR4U55]

In-retrospect: "Stims? No thanks, the kick is great, but the mini-hangover after the effect is kinda' lethal in the middle of a fight." After a bit of thought Frann asked: "Do you have something edible?" The twi'lek puts too much trust in Zanno's cooking, even when he's a known drug mixer.

He waited patiently in the ship until everyone was out to start his mission.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Once permission to board was granted, Narissa stood up, heading to join the rest of the crew. "We have permission to board," she said. "We need to make the most of it before they find out why we are boarding."

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Zanoo chuckled..or at least made a few of the odd, vaguely hoot-like noises that for rodians equal laughter. "Who uses stim in middle of fight? Use stim to finish one!" He appeared to smirk a little. "Also good for run away fast!"

The rodian put the box away, thinking momentarily about the notion of snacks before reaching back into his locker and retrieving a small container that held some manner of spicy meat jerky. "Can have few of these if want. Not too many. Trying to save until have supplies to make more." He passed a few of them to Frann, took one for himself and put the container back in the locker.

"Time to go find imp spy. See you later!" The rodian stuck the strip of meat into his mouth, closed his locker and made his way over towards the rest of the crew, ready to get the job underway.

 

[EmperorZuma]

Lysa sat on a crate near the loading ramp when Narissa returned, using her cybernetics to check her blaster. "I doubt they'll worry about just another ship in the hangar until things start blowing up."

Speaking of, as the autopilot finished Narissa's job of pulling the Kepla into Scrapheap's massive hangar, the cargo bay began to sway a bit right before a quick jolt signaled their landing. "Okay, Sabotage Team, your first job is to make your way over to a door that leads to the military section of the station." As promised earlier, Lysa handed Narissa a small hologram projector, with a map of the station stored within. "The entrances will be guarded by droids, no doubt, but shouldn't be too hard for tech-minded people to get past." Lysa dropped a wink directed at the three obvious mechanical specialists. "Frann, you called guard duty, but be careful walking around the hangar. I doubt the other captains will be too keen to find someone snooping around their ships."

Pressing a button on the wall of the cargo bay, Lysa lowered the ramp and led the way out. "The rest of you, let's head to a bar, we can wet our whistle and maybe pick up the Spy's scent." The captain smirked as the led her own group out of the hangar and into the busy crowds of the rusty station.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Narissa took the holoprojector, nodding in thanks to Lysa. As the two teams split up, Narissa headed over to a shadowed area, concealing herself as she looked at the map. "Five paths...the second-left will be the least heavily guarded. However, the second right-path, while a bit more heavily guarded at the hangar entrance and the other side, will get us past quite a bit of the security. I say we take out those three guards at the second-right path. Three mechanical specialists, three droids, with me keeping an eye out for any unexpected interference. I hope we can handle that, and quietly. If we draw too much attention to ourselfs, this will be much trickier."

 

[FalloutJack]

"Okay, Sabotage Team, your first job is to make your way over to a door that leads to the military section of the station. The entrances will be guarded by droids, no doubt, but shouldn't be too hard for tech-minded people to get past."

"Indeed."

Speaking of droids, this one was waiting to go, so when they were finally able to disembark, he was one of the first ones out, though in passive mode. Since Narissa was technically in charge, he went over to the dark corner and blocked the map from being viewed by those whose concern this was not. She outlined the situation and Bob recorded it all to memory. However...something just didn't jive to him.

"Five paths...the second-left will be the least heavily guarded. However, the second right-path, while a bit more heavily guarded at the hangar entrance and the other side, will get us past quite a bit of the security. I say we take out those three guards at the second-right path. Three mechanical specialists, three droids, with me keeping an eye out for any unexpected interference. I hope we can handle that, and quietly. If we draw too much attention to ourselfs, this will be much trickier."

"I require clarification on quiet. If this cannot involve much active gunfire, we may have a problem as I am not highly-skilled at subter-ter-ter-ter-ter- *Click!* -fuge. Stealth kills are possible only to a point either. I have only one vibro-weapon to rely on if guns are too loud. Also, any attempt at diplomacy or subterfuge may go reported."

Then, a new thought occurred to him.

"Are there any vents?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Narissa looked again at the map. "Several vents. Only one near where the guards are located. Whatever your plan is, do it quickly. These guards aren't gonna be unaware for long."

 

[KR4U55]

"Considering the state of this floating piece of junk then you shouldn't worry about some guards, even droids. Normally they report every few hours, with even closer time gaps in legal stations. We can safely assume they report barely once a standard day. With luck, you can dispatch some guards and hid the bodies before any kind of report."

Frann was very sure of this. He remembers hutts giving as little mantainance as possible to their droids.

"Be cautious though. If at least two of them spot you, one of them will be able to send a message before you disable it."

 

[EmperorZuma]

Lysa and the rest of the Tracker Team strode into a cantina that caught the captain's eye. It seemed to be one of the more popular joints on the station, with plenty of foot traffic going in and out. "Okay, split up and mingle." Lysa glanced over her shoulder when she gave the order. "Poke and prod for information about the Spy, I'll keep watch to see if we can spook somebody."

With that, Lysa left her crew to smoke out information and headed for the bar. Moving to keep an eye on the entrance, Lysa took a quick scan of the patrons to see if anyone stood out. She picked four people out of the crowd, or rather, three people and a group and Trandoshans. The lizard-men occupied a "private" alcove in the joint, no doubt a gift from the owner to keep them from harassing the other patrons. Gathered around the table, they appeared to be immersed in one of the stories their ringleader was telling them.

The other three people stood out just by wanting to be away from the crowd, which wasn't that incriminating. One was a Rodian who looked like he had been here awhile, if the group of empty glasses was any indication.

Then there was a Human at the bar, on the opposite side of Lysa in fact, who was busy messing with a device that Lysa couldn't identify. He appeared skinny and rather harmless, and obviously wasn't the Spy. However, who wold go to a bar and keep themselves busy working with tech?

Finally, there was a cloaked figure at a lonely table in a deserted alcove. The figure was sitting down, making it hard to tell what their gender was, let alone their physique. Certainly the most shady-looking of the bunch, but would a Spy be so dumb as to dress like that when she's trying to hide?

 

[KR4U55]

"Capt'n, did you spot her? There are too many 'mysterious cloaked' humanoids. The sensors can only go that far." Frann snarked. "Maybe this will be a lot more complicated. At least the ship is safe...for now at least." Frann doubted before opening his mouth again, the news he had were not welcome.

"I...well...How do I put this...heh, this guard droid made the funniest sound when he found his way to the trash compactor..."