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A Gromas Raid

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A Gromas Raid
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Gromas 16
Just outside Mandalorian Space

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It was a red desert world. An industrial waste in an industrial system on an industrial pipeline. Mining corporations were everything and everywhere. Neither the Republic nor the Mandalorians had claimed this place. It was just a red sea of scavengers and business suits.

Roberts landed with the Dahl Freighter in the northern hemispheres Skywatch Province. In the white mountain valley they called Silgh. It had been cratered for decades now. Torn to shreds by every miner who had ventured here for the past thousand years. Now only the deep tunnels remained. Far below the surface. The molten debris and burning air could kill a man alone. It was deadly work. But it paid beautifully.

Disguised as a Dahl Pilot, Karen disembarked her vessel along with her accomplices. She noted high security in the valley. Three man rifle teams at every gate. Mobile radar stations and dozens of Flak guns. There were even tanks on the road.

"Oh boy."

She nodded to her team. This was going to be a tough job than she had ever imagined. She was going to steal some Phrik from the wealthiest metal plantation on the Blood Moon. Karen Roberts was going to raid from Dahl.

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[member="Karen Roberts"]

Willa was remaining quiet for the mission at leas tin the ship when she didn't have anything to say just yet. Her hands were checking the anti material rifle and the underbarrel attachments in her ankle sheath for the smg and the thigh holster for herself. She made sure it was fully loaded and slid the grenade attachment on it from Armatech thinking about the last time she had been here.... And gotten ambushed with the chief engineer of Armatech having to fight a death squad and move off towards the mines where they found a nice amount of phrik for the jericho armor. Add that with the stygium from deals and some special attachments she was able to make a brickhouse of armor that could protect her. Then there was a sound and she perked her head up letting the small braids dangle around her head while she spoke. "So do we know what kind of weapons these guy will have."
 
Ultimatum's response to the security of the station was probably similar to [member="Karen Roberts"]' if not less vocal. He couldn't tell or course, he was a droid not a mind reader. His mind was running through threat analysis and creating escape plans in the event of a main plan failure, which was becoming a distinct likelihood. He couldn't give exact calculations, however suffice to say his initial numbers had been off the mark by a considerable margin. He wished that the information on near exact security details had been given up front. What he was looking at now was basically a locked down military facility. There were ways of dealing with issues, counterbalancing them, or simply negating them.

One way he could think of immediately was to gain access to the secure computers within the facility. From there he could open up their entire system and probably reek havoc within their computer connected and based tech. Of course, the one hitch in the plan was that it required he be at the computer for at least a minute to punch a hole through their HoloNet security which would then allow his programs to work through that rather than have to be continually at a physical computer terminal in order to work. That presented a further issue, getting to the computer. The name secure computer did leave an impression that it was well guarded and therefore hidden somewhere within the facility. The work was being cut out for them, that was for certain.

[member="Willa Isard"]
 

Edward Frisby

"I don't care, if you scream and burn..."
[member="Karen Roberts"]

Behind one of the nearby transport, from one of the recently offloaded crates, came a soft whirring sound, similar to the sound that cutting tools made but much more aggressive sounding. The side of the crate's left side fell slightly before two gauntlet covered hands grabbed either side. Gently setting it down, the owner of said hands revealed himself.

Edward Frisby, wearing his signature armor and a Tenloss Corporation uniform of unscrupulous origin over his bulky armor. Luckily it wasn't skin tight like those old Czerka styles, instead more of a duster, allowing him to not look too conspicuous. Still, he had none of the pale pallor that most businessmen had and his armor, especially his shoulders and helmet, weren't exactly aiding the disguise.

Nevertheless, Frisby wasn't about to shy away now, he had a reputation to live up to. He was the Great Edward Frisby, Lord of the Bounty Board, Survivor of the Nexus, Seducer of Women, Stealer of Doughnuts, and the most terrible Spiller of Blue Milk. He made a living making stupid decisions and he wasn't about to stop now.

Frisby got up and straightened his jacket before merging with a nearby group of shifty looking people, oblivious to the odd looks he was getting. He was here, as he always was anywhere, in the pursuit of money and diversions. He planned on selling the phrik on the open market to help fund the job he was planning. As for diversions, he thought he spied one now...

"Eeedwaaaard Friiissby, at your service madame." he said in his signature over the top way, while making a bow but still keeping pace with them.
 

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[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Ultimatum"]

Roberts stopped by the loading ramp to her freighter and gave a nod to all gathered. She'd start with Isard,

"Looks like repeating blasters, slug bullpups, and squad automatic weapons. The usual array of energy and ballistics. Except on a much bigger budget. Naturally. Let's leave combat as a last resort." Karen sighed, "...At least you'll blend in with all those weapons on you. Hehe."

Then arrived the most spectacular Edward Frisby. Stealer of Donuts and, hopefully, Phrik too.

"Welcome good Master Frisby. I'm Lady Roberts and this is my team of Corellian No-do-Gooders. I do hope you manage to make your services as fanciful as your arrival. If so? Welcome. If not? I'll feed you to the war droid there."

She pointed to Ultimatum. Implying that the droid ate people who displeased her. Which couldn't be further from the truth,

"And you Master Droid. Fascinating to have you with us. I also expect you're skillful reputation on this mission. Otherwise I'll feed you to Commando Isard there. Naturally."

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Okay. Introductions out of the way. Now it was time for business.

"Commando Isard. We need transport. Get me a tank would you? ...Commando Frisby. I need an Officer's Uniform and his ID card. Start by looking in that Barracks over there. ...War Droid. I need a map and access of all the wireless systems this base has. That guard post with the radio tower looks promising."

She nodded to herself and looked about. That should be everybody thus far.

"Team channel is frequency 0.605. Keep in touch, yes? ...I'll be handling the paperwork and making sure we have an exit strategy. Radio in when you have your objectives. And remember? Speed and aggression people. Move out."

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It was time to smash some heads.
 
Ultimatum liked [member="Karen Roberts"] already, being treated as an equal was uncommon for him. He would have laughed at her statement of feeding him to [member="Willa Isard"] but for the fact that seriousness appeared to be the goal here, not that he was complaining. Humor had its place, and it was after a completed mission not before. He could joke all he would want afterwards. Until then, he would have to keep a professional objectivity common to his day to day life. How many times had he read that droids were suppose to be without a full conscious, that was incredibly annoying to Ultimatum.

He decided to get to work, nodding before locating the radio tower and locking it into his visual sensors as a target so that he wouldn't accidentally lose track of it. He then headed off, still thinking on possible escape routes should the mission turn south. That part of him was very droid, always looking out for the possibilities, however remote. Of course, the possibility of failure was not quite remote enough for Ultimatum's comfort.
 

Edward Frisby

"I don't care, if you scream and burn..."
[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Willa Isard"]

"Too small of a mouth on that one, lass," he said gesturing towards [member="Ultimatum"] , "Do you mind if its bloody? Nah, course you don't." He said while walking off, not waiting for any protests. He walked towards the barracks trying to look... corporate? Stuffy? Bah, to heck with those, he'd have the air of a Sith lord. Not that a Sith lord could compare to him. Nasty wrinkly folk that them.

Edward walked into the barracks, looking at his feet and having his hands in the duster's pockets, ignoring the looks from the guards and personnel. He'd chosen his disguise well. They were either afraid to mess with someone wearing the garb of the Tenloss Corporation, or the Tenloss corporation had a hand in the business here. Truth be told, Frisby suspected both.
 

Edward Frisby

"I don't care, if you scream and burn..."
[member="Karen Roberts"]

However, even a disguise as good as that couldn't fool some of the officers. Particularly a grizzled Gran, who spotted Frisby as he was leaning up against one of the buildings inner supports. The Gran rose from his desk and called in a deep voice, "Hey you!"

Frisby acted as if he hadn't heard at first but then turned towards the officer. Edward gestured to himself as if to say, "Who? Me?" causing the Gran to nod impatiently. Frisby moved on over to his desk, but only after half a minute as he was walking at a snails pace, (Doing nothing to improve the Gran's mood.)

"Who are you? I haven't seen you before." the Gran said.

"Me? Come off it sarge, we're the best of buds." Frisby replied loudly while waving him away as if his query was sarcasm.

"I am not a sergeant, and I have never seen you before in my life, I say again who are you?" the Gran said in an annoyed but subdued tone.

"Sarge," Frisby said, as if he hadn't even heard the Gran's reply, while leaning forward on the desk, "I've been meaning to ask you, I know your females have three eyes, but do they have three..?" He held his hands in front of himself to illustrate what he was meaning.

"WHO-" The Gran said while rising from his desk, but was cut off when Frisby shot a stun dart into his neck, causing him to fall into Frisby's arms. "What's that sir?" Frisby said while putting his ear near the limp Grans mouth. "You've had to much to drink... and you think you'll throw up? Well we'll have none of that! A trip to the refresher for you!"

Frisby dragged the Gran from behind the desk, holding him in a way to make it look like he was at least supporting some of his weight. He threw smiles to the surrounding personnel while saying, "I keep telling him, keep off the strong stuff." He finally dragged the hulking gran into the refresher room, dropping him with little head for his health.

Now came the disgusting part.

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Frisby walked out of the barracks with the uniform and ID tucked under his duster. He nonchalantly tapped the side of his helmet and the comm frequency opened up. "I saw a Gran in his underwear for you. Make my sacrifice worth something."
 
Ultimatum found the radio tower exactly where it was supposed to be. What a novel idea, a droid finding a place right where it was supposed to be based on geographical maps and a preset destination. It must have been a miracle... Ultimatum could practically hear the sarcastic remarks that he made for himself. He wished he had brought Legion, that droid would have at least had some strange remark for Ultimatum to think on while walking. His mind could only go through old data so much before it simply became redundant and therefore unnecessary. His calculations had been wearing thin and the local stimuli were insufficient to give him anything to think over.

He supposed, in hindsight as he moved towards the tower, that he should have enjoyed the silence and lack of interest while it lasted. He doubted that the facility had any droids like him so he would have to be careful. He decided that he would need to avoid being seen. All he really required was to get into their main computer, which would require an outlet that was pretty much attached to the computer. That would present a problem as the main computer was likely located within the main room of the tower, along with the radio. The security would probably be quite tight, therefore Ultimatum thought that he should avoid detection as long as possible.

Stealth was key... With that in mind he moved in, keeping low and avoiding open areas.

[member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Willa Isard"]
 

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Roberts exited the vehicle bay's maintenance room and left the unconscious body of a driver inside. Locking the door behind her. She had stolen a wonderful pair of jeep keys too. Nice.

The blue-haired woman tapped her com and nodded at [member="Edward Frisby"] 's reply,

"Excellent work. Though there isn't enough cold-fusion showers in the galaxy to help with that kind of mental trauma. Sorry Commando Frisby. You'll just have to let copious amounts of money do the trick when we pull this job off?"

She chuckled at the thought of how much rare material they would be pulling offworld. It really was excessive.

"Grab the stuff and meet us by the East Gate near the Crater. Willa is still getting us road transportation. Roberts out."

Karen switched her com and climbed into a Dahl Hunting Jeep. Popping the stolen key into the ignition, she hit the lights, and smiled. Bingo. Then the next three jeeps in the row all turned on too. Floodlights illuminating the hanger. Her Corellian companions had also confiscated a few vehicle keys as well. Ah yes. Time for that road trip down the rabbit hole.

Ol' Blue leaned out the window and shouted to her wingman in the other car,

"East Gate near the Crater. Keep it in a line people. ...Autobots? Roll out!"

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Six white jeeps came strolling out of the vehicle hanger and dusted their way down the main road. Kicking up red dust and debris as they drifted along the winter road. They could haul plenty of cargo with these babies. Now all the cargo train was missing was it's armored escort. The blue-haired driver in the front car smiled to herself.

So far? So good.

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Willa Isard"]
 
[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Ultimatum"]

Willa was moving quietly towards the transports, her armor was wonderful for one thing... being unseen and as she held the bolo's in one hand and swung them. The distractions from the others while she moved closer and let loose her bolo's. The magnets interlocking at they went around the head of a guard, then she was moving aain. Taking the moment while he was unconscious to search him before securing him with a pair of the akure cuffs they had. He'd live but be in terrible pain for a few days while she secured the line launcher to her smg and waited for a moment firing it off. The wire hardening in midair and wrapping around another guards feet as she jerked it sending him into the ground. Then she was moving over to him again and letting her stealth armor cover her as the cloak obscured the man who was dragged inside. Her goal was transport and she had a beauty they could use but she needed to handle a few things loading the dart launcher on her wrist. Slowly Willa withdrew her combat blade and rolled under a jeep slicing the wire, then over to another and another as the sounds of ones being taken out came. She paused under one of the larger ones and reached up allowing her hood to come away as the helmet blended into the area with the rest of her. One dart into the leg of a guard and she was in the drivers seat behind the six jeeps coming out while she was driving it. "No causalities"
 
Stealth was key.... Yes what a great sentiment, what a necessity for Ultimatum to deal with. He, an almost eight foot, 200 kg, reflective silver droid would have to play stealthy. What a brilliant idea. He might as well wear bright lights to them a target, oh wait he had glowing red lights that further gave him away. How would he get anywhere hidden?!

Yet, organics once more showed their apparent incompetence. The tower was guarded, but by new guards who were considered in need of training before they could be guards in the main facility. Under most circumstances this wasn't a problem, in fact it still wasn't. Ultimatum's attempt to sneak through ended with him being seen and questioned by one of the guards. The mistake had been that the man hadn't requested back up, after all it was only a droid. The man simply called in and told the tower overseer that he had a droid and was seeing why it was here. After the man turned off his radio Ultimatum acted.

He grabbed the man and lifted him off the ground and threw him against a tree. The man groaned and slumped over, still alive if the vital readings were correct. Ultimatum then moved forward past the fence and into the direct vicinity of the tower. From there he came across another guard, this one a little more experienced. He called in and had he had a friend nearby. Ultimatum didn't do anything other than say he had been sent from the main facility to help with some recalibrations. One of the guards unfortunately had some knowledge of the comms the tower used and pointed out that it didn't require recalibration until a week from then. As the guard moved to call it in, Ultimatum punched the man in the face while his other hand grabbed the organic's security pistol. The other guard was just pulling out his gun when Ultimatum shot him, the droid's reflexes were much quicker and more effective evidently. The blaster was set to stun and the guard dropped to the ground.

The blue light emitted by the blaster caught the attention of another guard nearby. Ultimatum then decided to surrender and was taken to the overseer of the tower, as would be expected in most military doctrines. The overseer was an older gentleman who had was an old hand at the facility, but relatively new to the tower, and was intelligent enough to know something was up.

"So, what is going on?"

Ultimatum pretended to look confused, "What do you mean?"

The overseer wasn't fooled, "You're here and there is no scheduled calibration or repair for at least a week. That means that you aren't supposed to be here. A droid wouldn't be here without its master so there are more of you likely. So, where are the others and what are you planning?"

Ultimatum continued to look uncertain, "I don't understand what you mean. I don't have a master I am a free droid as organics call them. I came to see the comms being used by this tower so as to understand organics better."

The overseer didn't change his opinion, "Well then, I guess you'll have to have a restraining bolt until you're willing to talk."

At this Ultimatum stepped back as if afraid. He intentionally stepped on one of the guard's toes, the man shrieked from the sudden weight. Ultimatum turned, his appearance becoming that of an apologizing person. His hand moved quickly, going for the man's blaster as he said, "I am truly sorry about that. It hopefully won't last long." That was followed by a shot to the chest, leaving the man unconscious. Ultimatum then turned firing two more shots at each of the other guards before turning his attention to the overseer and the two comms personnel who were both caught by surprise. The overseer held a blaster rifle and was aiming with only a slight shake at Ultimatum. The man loosed a shot and a number of factors all came together.

Firstly, and probably most obviously, the man's shaking hands made the shot slightly off target. This coupled with Ultimatum's instantaneous response to move away from the shot led to the shot only burning his Agrinium armor. The shot hit a cold cup of caf that had been left out. The caf, superheated, evaporated along with the cup. The steam that resulted wafted up into a broken light that was to be replaced later that day. The light had been broken due to a small break in electrical circuit. Now the caf had enough water vapor within that the electricity for a single moment passed through. This led to the light momentarily shining for a second. The comms personnel at this point were scared and were hiding behind some equipment. However, both were watching intently as the battle unfolded. Unfortunately, the bright light set off a momentary epileptic fit on one of the men who reacted with a sudden jerking move that knocked over a small container of electrical equipment. Small pieces of fuses and small bulbs rolled around onto the floor.

Ultimatum fired a stun round at the overseer, who had fallen behind cover when the light had shone. The man returned a shot, this time hitting a set of transparisteel windows, which absorbed the shot. The transparent metal spread the heat over an area as it opaqued. This heat was partially transferred into an electrical cord on the roof. The rubber protection melted under the heat but the metal wiring stayed intact. The next exchanged of blaster fire found a circuit board blown. For a single moment an immense amount of energy moved through the wires, including the one on the ceiling, before being cut off. The cord's metal melted and it fell to the floor. Because it had no power going to it anymore the lights in the room went out. At this point the comms personnel were able to conjure enough strength to try and send a signal to the base.

Ultimatum and the overseer were circling one another, taking shots as they moved from cover to cover, often moving behind the same piece they had been using previously. One of Ultimatum's shots happened to hit the same circuit board that had been destroyed. The energy moved quickly through the broken wires, completing the circuit for a second. Sadly, one of the comms person, Larksun, had stepped on the broken wire when the circuit was completed. The electrical surge was powerful enough to go through the man's shoes and run through his body before exiting out through one shoe. Larksun almost instantly lost control of his legs, which seized up and he then fell over. Unfortunately, Larksun was a well fed man. When he hit the floor the mere weight of his body falling was too much for his body to hold. He was left unconscious from the pain.

Soon after, the overseer stepped on some of the bulbs and fuses, one of these pierced his shoe and poked him painfully on his foot. Ultimatum used the man's momentary distraction to shoot him. The man fell to the floor with a thud. Ultimatum then proceeded to shoot the other comms person who had been trying to get to the comm. Ultimatum clicked a few buttons on the computer to make sure it still worked before connecting his systems with an uplink to the computer. From there it was a mere minute before he had a map, an estimated number of forces, and access to all the communications going in and out of the base. He spoke into his comm, "Got your map, will need a bit of time for the systems control. About a minute or so." He then set his processors to overriding the system's natural response to not allow outside control of internal systems.

[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Edward Frisby"]
 

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[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Edward Frisby"]

Command Isard pulled up behind the Jeep convoy in her newly-acquired transport tank. Ah, perfect timing. Karen switched to her radio,

"Nice moves Commando Isard. Pull ahead of us and drive to the East Gate. We'll pick up Commando Frisby and then drive into the Mines. Our War Droid should have the systems by then."

Speak of the devil, he was radioing in already. Karen switched to Ultimatum,

"Nice work. Those radar towers and flak guns are all tied to the Main Computer via the wireless network. You'll need to either reprogram the radar dishes to miss our ship, or? You can reprogram the flak guns to be extreme inaccurate when firing? Either one should give us a perfect get-away when we have our freighter loaded. I'll leave the choice to you, War Droid. Radar or the guns. Either one works."

She nodded as Willa drove the tank past her Jeep and took the lead. Now all they needed was Frisby's security clearance and they could drive right into the Mines and grab the goods.

"Easy as pie. Heh. Let's hope Frisby picked the right officer? Otherwise the ID card won't work and we'll have to blow the gate and sound the alarm."

Clear the security gate with a disguise or blow it up completely? Well. She hoped she wouldn't have to pick.
 
[member="Karen Roberts"]

Willa looked at the woman as the hood on her armor went back a bit and she was looking. "We have slicing equipment if need be and blowing can alert things. My master won't like this if someone gets seriously hurt." She knew the woman could see just about everything and the phrik from this was going towards something nice, something for fulfilling her duty to protect the jedi. A symbol as she was driving and activated the holoon her wrist speaking while it was displaying what her suit was picking up. "When we slow down we can get a dataspike on it with an id for us. Won't last long but will last long enough should he mess up."
 
Ultimatum responded, "You got it." He readjusted priorities within his system to accommodate the escape plan. He tried to decide on how to make the radar miss them. He could create an illusion of multiple ships, like a convoy which would put less suspicion than a lone ship leaving the area. He could also jam the radar so that it didn't notice anything, though that would leave quite a mark and would be very suspicious to anyone keeping an eye on the radar. He could attach a fake ID to the ship, making it appear to be a sanctioned vessel and as such completely normal. That would require some more work and further slicing into the system so as to collect a list of previously sanctioned ships. He could also upload a training exercise into the main radar so that those watching would see many attack vessels coming at them, drawing attention hopefully and that would allow them to escape. That was another plausible idea, not that any of the others he had come up with weren't, though it would require him to change some parts of the exercise's program so that it fit into the radar's computer without leaving evidence of it being a trick.

It was work, Ultimatum could handle work. He didn't have to worry about that yet thou... Ping... Okay, now he had work to do. That was the mention that his systems had gained access to the base's systems. Now he had limited access until he could get hold of a computer within the facility. He could mess around with some of the outer functions, he could even send in signals from the radio tower to call guards away from the base. That action though would warn the base of potential invaders which would be counterproductive. Ultimatum hated counterproductivity. He also had control of the communications between those guards out on patrol and the base. Even now he had guards checking in and the computer automatically sent the messages through to the base. He could alter messages, or lengthen the time before their are sent to the base. Either of which would cause suspicion and raise security. Unless he made it appear that there was something wrong with the tower, they would likely send out a small detail of repairmen and security personnel. The problem with that was the fact that there were bodies lying around at the moment. He had moved the guards he had taken out to hidden areas, but the unconscious bodies inside the room were a little bit of an inconvenience "Okay, I'm in the system but in order to make that alteration to the radar I will need access to at least one computer physically in the base, security is pretty tight. I can call some people over to draw attention away from the base if needed but that's about it."

[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Edward Frisby"]
 

Edward Frisby

"I don't care, if you scream and burn..."
[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Willa Isard"]

"Aye," Frisby replied somewhat curtly. Several people were passing by and he didn't want them to hear him saying, "I'll be at the east gate, lets go steal some phrik," or something that blatant.

Wait.

Was it the east or west gate? Frisby was to busy delighting in himself not being a blatant idiot to remember. Trying not to think of the poetic justice of this situation Frisby struggled to recall the direction, mumbling to himself while pointing at either direction. East or west, east or west, or maybe north? Bebother and confusticate this entire situation...

"EAST!" He proclaimed, triumphantly pointing his finger into the air-

-and realizing that a large troop of people were passing by. Both he and them stood there for a minute, staring at each other. Then Frisby, pointing to his right and nodding towards them said, "East." The people stood their for a few more seconds before leaving, probably considering Edward a loon.

Moving quickly he rand towards the east gate looking comically oversized due to the uniform he was carrying. Seeing the jeep, he waved his free arm at it for them to stop, his other hand at his stomach holding the clothes but looking as if he was in "intestinal distress."
 

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[member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Willa Isard"]

Karen pulled over to the side of the road to pick up Frisby, calling out to Commando Isard as she slowed,

"Isard? If you can do that, then go for it. The War Droid needs something else back at the pad and I'm probably going to have to get it for him. Hack that gate with a spike or blow it open with your tank. I'm going to use that uniform for something else, it appears. ...Oh boy."

She stopped the Jeep and jumped out. Throwing Frisby the keys as he came alongside,

"Trade ya."

Ol' Blue took the uniform and ID card in it's pocket. Ugh. That smell. Bleh. ...It would have to do.

"Commando Frisby. I'm off to assist the War Droid. You're incharge of loading up these Jeeps with the processed Phrik crates inside the mine. Commando Isard is going to open the East Gate. So you'll have a straight shot into the mine's entrance. Security is light due to the risk of explosions. So get the goods loaded and haul bahooty back to the ship. 30 crates should suffice. ...You might have to wing it."

She worried about that, even as she said it. Wing it Frisby. ...Oh dear. That sounded like a recipe for disaster.

"Drive safe Frisby. I'll see you and Isard back on the ship. Force be with you."

Roberts turned about and one of the other Jeeps threw her a jetpack. She'd make good time back to the base. The blue-haired woman tapped her com to Ultimatum,

"Okay War Droid. I'm enroute to the main base with a disguise and ID. ETA two minutes. If you can lighten the number of guards in my way? ...I'd appreciate it. Frisby and Isard are grabbing the goods now. Almost home free. So let's not get sloppy now."

She clipped the belt closed and hit the jets. Rocketing herself far into the western sky. ...Ah the freedom of fresh air and rocket boosters. Flying really is the only way to travel.

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[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Ultimatum"]

Willa was looking at the woman as she gave him the nut and moving towards the gate. Her wrist launcher she was loading up with her slicer's friend spike. A wireless transmission coming from it as she grinned behind the mask taking aim and firing it off. She looked at the guy as her HUD was displaying the tools and she was working on it quickly. A look back while she got to the gate and it opened. Willa's temp id showing a zeltron male while she was able to get through and spoke to the soldier. "No killing, once we get there start loading the krayts and I'll work on protecting you." She checked her darts and the ones with a knock out toxin was what she needed while bringing them into the mine near the processed phrik. "Now go, I'll handle them."
 
"Alright, good. All I need for you to do is to log onto a computer within the facility. Anything will work, I will also need the ID's number so that I can access the system via it." Ultimatum responded as he began sending commands into the comm systems. He started by putting some static in transmissions. Not too uncommon for a radio tower, the assumption would hopefully be that the people at the tower were messing with the settings or having a new person there. He hoped that it wouldn't be noticed too much. From there he then commanded the system to relay the messages three seconds after they had been sent. The lag would be noticed quickly and would likely be reported.

While he sent commands Ultimatum began cleaning up the area. He moved bodies into corners and moved containers and other such to cover them. It made the room a little neater in appearance and more open feeling. The problem was that if Ultimatum got into a fire fight there wouldn't be much cover to hide behind. However, it would hopefully make for a less immediate threat of danger to anyone who came in. His work was paused as he responded to a signal from the base. They had noticed the lag and were following proper procedure.

Ultimatum responded with an apology, text of course, and a promise that work would be done to repair the problem. He then sent a command to the computer to slow the sending of messages to ten seconds. This elicited a reply that while concise was quite inappropriate given the situation. Ultimatum deleted the words he read from his memory as he messaged back that there was difficulty with the computers. A reply was sent with little control, apparently a detail of guards and maintenance crew were coming out to see what could be done. Ultimatum responded that the overseer was unavailable and that they should send some more people just in case. That was duly noted, and dismissed as conjecture.

Ultimatum wasn't too concerned, at least half a dozen guards would be sent. He didn't know how many guards there were at the gate, but half a dozen was plenty. He would have to prepare for their arrival. Traps were necessary as Ultimatum couldn't take out six armed personnel without one calling in. Above all else, this had to be done without the base finding out and preferably non-lethal.

[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Edward Frisby"]
 

Edward Frisby

"I don't care, if you scream and burn..."
[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

Frisby caught the keys in midair then held them close to his face while laughing in a way somewhere between giddy and childish to evil and maniacal. Personally, Edward didn't know which, not that he cared that much. He had the keys to a vehicle he wasn't legally authorized to drive, he was about to get a frell load of phrik, and he was just told he could 'wing it.'

There is a God.

Then the woman jetted off, the commando went off, and the droid did... well, probably something droidish. But honestly, who would care when you were just given a nice little toy that makes people go smoosh when you hit them? Frisby jumped into the drivers seat and grabbed the controls in a vice grip.

Frisby sped towards the gate. "Thanks love." he said, blowing a kiss to her while driving by. Truthfully he hadn't heard what she had said but it couldn't be terribly important. As he neared the mine entrance, Frisby spied a guard frantically trying to wave him down. Edward waited until he was a few meters away from the man before hitting the brakes. Mid-stop he turned the steering wheel at an extreme angle, causing the vehicle to whip around and crash into the man with its back end.

With a puff of tiny rock particles the man was sent flying into a rise, falling unconscious on impact. With a flourish of his duster, Frisby leaped out of the vehicle and ran towards the mine entrance.
 

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