Objective: Infiltrate the Sundown Outpost
So far, so good.
Faceless had gone back down to ground level and, with his observations of the guard rotations, managed to slip in through a shady blind spot that left a lot of possible 'shoot first, ask questions later' situations off the list of possibilities, and his face remaining in one piece as a result. Guards were running about, training and generally remaining on standby beyond the obvious sentry duty at the entrances of the base. The assassin overheard some dialogue here and there, just idle chatter between one terrorist to another, though he wasn't entirely able to stop and take tabs on the whole thing with such frequent movement of the outpost personnel. Faceless stuck to the shadows and kept a low profile, utilizing various methods of concealment until he found what he was looking for. A narrow miss here, a long-winded standing about sentry there until...
With 'Armory' written in Aurebesh, the Assassin had finally found what he was looking for; if there was a spare uniform and weapon to be found, it'd be found in here. Sneaking in through the door after making double sure that the coast was clear, he stuck to the back wall and took a glance around the room; numerous lockers which no doubt contained spare uniforms and equipment to really help blend himself in. What perhaps Faceless wasn't expecting, however, was the single officer-looking fellow sitting within the locker room, going about a routine check of each locker to make sure that every single one was to some form of standard. For a terrorist cell, the Sundown really seemed like an organized bunch that held themselves to a high standard, perhaps it was because of the world that they were operating on that they managed to gather so much equipment and regimental attitude to their operations. Slowly but shortly, an idea formed within Faceless' head.
Listening to how the officer was muttering to himself and a very quick glance to his datapad from where he was standing, it looked as if that the guy was pretty high up in the hierarchy with how much access he had. Originally, Faceless was down to simply go about as nothing more than a simple grunt. However, this changed things significantly, he now had a free access-all-areas to a majority of the outpost. All he needed was to know who the guy was, how he acted and, more importantly, how he spoke. Fortunately, he had that last part down, the rest could simply be done by improvisation, playing it off by the others around him. Were there any cameras observing the armory? No, it didn't look like it, meaning Faceless had the perfect opportunity to take the guy down, stash him away and take his identity.
And that's exactly what he did. Sneaking up behind the guy, taking him into a choke hold and holding it until the terrorist passed out into his arms, he now had the chance to figure out the information he needed. Turns out the guy's name was Herin and with a quick look of his facial features, Faceless began to shift from the Echani he had been mimicking on his way here and took on the look of the poor bloke down on the floor out cold. The next ten minutes were spent getting changed into his clothes, stashing away his own gear and taking on the whole new identity before stuffing the body away in a locker, his own locker ironically enough, it wasn't like anyone was going to go searching in there. It was almost too easy but that's exactly what the assassin like, it was easy. Infiltrating, taking on new identities was something he needed to do almost every day, lest he fell into the pit of being truly faceless, meaning he was ultimately very competent with doing so. With it being his race's key skill, it only made it even more of a natural click-of-the-fingers talent.
Everything straightened out, adopting the face, gear and occupation of Herin, he stepped back out into the outpost, acting as if he had finished the inspection. Through the earpiece that he had rigged up to his ear, the transmission came through;
"Herin, come to the command post. It's time."
Clearing his throat, adopting the voice of Herin, Faceless replied; "Got it, boss, be there as quick as I can."
He had an entire walk to transmit the data on the officer's datapad to Janeth, base schematics, files and the lot. It perhaps wasn't the full picture but it'd at least be a start.
Time to go talk to terrorists.
Edited by Faceless, 18 October 2017 - 06:24 PM.