Anaxes most wanted! (Ravens/Open)

[RC 212]

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Anaxes, the jewel world of the Republic. It was a seat of power but also great wealth in the form oof it's smaller banks. Now a small group of Ravens descends upon the planet in complete secrecy, hoping to glean some hard earned cash from the Anaxes Secondary Bank.​

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The small Bank is located a few hours into the country away from the city, ringed by a sleepy little town with a garrison nearby. No big deal right?​

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[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Diego Ticon"] [member="Maxis Vellum"]​

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Location: En route, Anaxes Atmosphere

Objective: Get Rich or Die tryin!

The small YT-4000 bucked and careened through the atmosphere as the storm outside raged. It was a full hurricane force wind and driving rain and it was cold...sooo coold!

Lisa held onto the sticks for dear life as the Corellian freighter smashed through the cloud cover, flying low across the rugged lands below. This mission was a critical one, and it was critical they did not start a big uproar. The payout itself was enormous.

Word had reached the Ravens through the underground of Ten Million credit chip in the Anaxes bank vault. The chip was one of a few in the galaxy and to have that amount of credits! To die for.

With here the other Ravens milled about in the passenger room and the cockpit. She was silent for now, deathstick hanging from her mouth and musing over the past couple months. The Raven had run a lot of battles against their hated enemy the Suns and now they were a bit low on treasury. She'd fix that real quick.

"Hows everyone doing back there?" She asked casually as they banked hard right, the city coming into view....

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[Cryax Bane]

"Just dandy, Lisa. Personally I'm really enjoying the feeling of space sickness," the Chiss slicer retorted. With the combination of the storm and Lisa Ticon's crazy piloting skills, their descent to Anaxes was a pure white-knuckle ride, and Cryax's blue face was looking a bit green.

Still, the nausea was totally worth it. The prospect of the Ravens getting their hands on that ten mil credit chip was too tempting to pass up. Cryax knew that his girlfriend would be royally pissed at him for attempting to steal from the Jedi again. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her right? If their high stakes heist were successful, the Chiss would soften the blow by showering her with so many gifts that it wouldn't matter. At least he hoped it wouldn't.

"What's the plan when we get there, Lisa?"

[member="Maxis Vellum"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Lisa Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

Maxis Vellum Logan of Little Coruscant Lisa Ticon

Location: Near the Town of Vellum

Lisa chuckled. Cryax was a Techie and damn good Raven but he was just a kid in the business of burglary. Lisa was an outlaw, and very seasoned thief. That's why she had been in charge of this little sortie of misfits. Cryax was a great asset though, through his skill set which few in the galaxy could rival.

"We gotta case the place ya blue freak."

They would go in low and smooth, Lisa pulling back on the stick as they approached their landing pad. The storm still raged and provided excellent cover. All their armor, gear and the ship itself had been scrubbed of its Raven markings and retooled to look like Silver Jedi insignia.

"Basically we're going for a walk about in the town, see what kind of defence forces and such they got. Also gotta see how many terminals and networks they have. That's where you come in geek man."

 

[Evor]

"Mm." was all Logan mustered up in response to [member="Lisa Ticon"] asking how they were doing back there. He was a man of few words and he felt no need to elaborate further. He was breathing, able to move and albeit slightly motion sick, he was in perfectly healthy condition, which was all that mattered. He double checked his gear for about the third time as he thought about what he would spend his share of the million credit chip on. He would probably put most of his share towards the youth hostel on Nar Shaddaa, his latest investment to put the Red Ravens on the planet as well as providing for the many youth who were seemingly following in his violent footsteps. He checked the straps on his legs, making sure the armor hadn't come loose because of the crazy piloting. He adjusted it all slightly, shifting it so that it rested more comfortably on his large body. He grabbed his belt and wiggled it slightly, checking inside all of the pouches making sure the contents were still there. There was no where it all could have gone, but in this line of work he had learned that it was always better to be safe than sorry.

He listed intently as [member="Cryax Bane"] and Lisa chatted about the plan as he tightened the rest of his armor. "Are we bringing everything with us, or are we coming back after we case the place?" he asked Lisa, checking the comm on his wrist as well. He un-slung the rifle from his shoulder, making sure there was a fresh magazine loaded already and that the action wasn't jammed or otherwise impaired. He brushed his hand against the blaster pistol at his waist and pushed the safety off. He glanced over at Cryax who seemed to be a little nauseous as well and chuckled slightly to himself. He wondered what role the slicer was going to play in this one. He hadn't talked to Lisa much before this, but from the way she was flying he was almost certain this wasn't going to be a stealthy operation where disabling cameras and security systems was going to play a huge role.

 

[RHTC 560 Broonto]

"No, sir, I usually don't take passengers." The droid attempted to state, in no uncertain terms. The opposing man, a large twi'lek, robed in fine silks and sporting an impressive set of chins, scoffed at the remark. "You are the only available transport here, and I require immediate transport!" Broonto was never particularly good speaking to, well, anyone besides himself, and the twi'lek just wouldn't say no. "Agreed. I will go prepare the ship for launch." He said to the man, just doing anything to end the encounter.

Outside, the planet didn't appear like much. But, many influential figures held money here, and that made it important. A storm was raging, but, being a droid accustomed to the outdoors, Broonto didn't care. He trudged on towards the landing pad. It was rather large, able to accommodate multiple ships comfortable. Several rows down, a freighter settled down. It appeared to be brandishing a sort of insignia he wasn't accustomed to. Unconcerned with the other ship, he boarded the Wayward and began running diagnostics and a pre-flight sequence.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

"Bring a go bag of three days supplies in case things get out of hand."

Lisa always had a plan, no matter how chaotic she may have come off to the others. Her plans always involved some kind of organized chaos, eventually devolving into mass chaos when things got rocky. Chaos was her ally and a good cover for them to move. As the ship touched down she flipped the switches in sequence, initiating the shut down of the engines and stood, scooping her silenced Slughtrower Rifle from the bench and moving on to grab her own go bag.

"Any how I have a ton of explosives and random gear in mine, in case we decided to hit em early."

Her gloved hand hit the ramp release and whooooshh emanated throughout the cabin as the back ramp slowly winched open. The rain was like ice and it whipped into her face, carried on howling winds as the ramp dropped. Cold hit the group like a swimming pool on hoth.

"Welcome to Anaxes, seat of the Republic, let's roll!"

 

[Lok Jorunn]

It was a miracle that Lok had somehow stayed quiet throughout the majority of the journey to Anaxes. Typically, he tended to have a few drinks of merriment and spew dirty jokes and salty sea tales. But he had put on his business face, for now. For Lok, the trip consisted of the cleaning of his entire armory. The CZ-840 Combat Shotgun, his lightsaber, and the miscellaneous equipment stashed away in his pockets and utility belt. Y'know, piracy didn't always just happen in space. These rooks were gonna need someone who knew the ropes.

He cocked his shotgun, chambering a pair of rounds into the double barrels. And with that, he followed the rest of the crew.

[member="Lisa Ticon"], [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Evor]

His helmet slid on over his head, his slicked back hair pushed down till the helmet was pushed down flat. He flicked the safety on and slung his rifle back over his shoulder, pulling lightweight gloves on over his hands. He stood up and grabbed his bag from underneath his seat. He unzipped it and rummaged through the contents, making sure he had packed enough rations for three days. He zipped it back up and threw it over the opposite shoulder. He left his jetpack at home this time, a last minute decision before heading to meet the rest of the crew. He didn't think this would be the kind of job that would require it plus if he had brought it he wouldn't have been able to carry his bag as well.

Logan followed Lisa out of the ship, the cold rain splashing against his helmet with what would have been an agonizing metallic 'tink' if it hadn't been for the insulation and noise reduction equipment on the inside of the helmet. Technology was one hell of a thing. the wind however, possed a bit more of a challenge to the Raven. It was a strong wind and he was unprepared to meet such a hostile condition. He lost his balance momentarily, barely keeping on his feet. He pushed forward, one arm raised up in front of him, trying to block the rain so that he could see.

He called out to Lisa, "Such a lovely place. You would think they would put the important things on a nice beach front property, but noooo." His voice trailed off, mumbling something along the lines of "But we have to come here instead..."


[member="Lisa Ticon"] -:- [member="Lok Jorunn"] -:- [member="Cryax Bane"] -:- [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

"Y'know you are entirely right Logan, this sucks."

Lisa flipped down her goggles, letting their green tinted panaoramic lenses take the brunt of the storm. Information began to feed itself to her via the HUD. As she glanced back and forth she led the crew down the street three blocs and turned left into an alley.

The town was quaint, it had large brick buildings mixed with lush gardens and tall tall durasteel towers. On the outskirts an industrial district was present. They were about ten blocks from their target and the rain was somehow beginning to intensify. This was a good time to move unnoticed so they pressed on. Lisa turned back to make sure everyone was still there.

"We have a couple blocks to go. We're going to split up into three teams. I'll take the street, Lok you take the mid levels of nearby buildings and look for suitable ways in. Logan you take the roof and look at defences and way in. Cryax with me, lets scout computer terminals. We will all meet back on-board the freighter in about an hour, happy hunting gents!"

The wind roared again, spraying a torrential mist that washed down the alleyways like a dragons breath. Suddenly in the night there was an emptiness. Lisa had disappeared into the black....

 

[Slate Estrada]

Anaxes, the gem of the Republic and now the home of Slate Estrada. Usually the soldier would be stationed at a military base or on a training exercise but today was different. Today he had taken a job of secruity for Anaxes' main bank, that was holding more than ten million credits. This was an unusual amount of credits even for the largest bank on the planet and therefore they required a larger amount of staff.

The contract was for a week of work for the pay of a month, an offer Slate jumped at the chance to be apart of. He had brought a friend and a fellow soldier along with him, [member="Kyber Salurra"], who may of also needed the extra credits.

The two were located at the entrance of the bank. They would stay in this postion until there 1 week contract was up, like the weeks before it was likely for any situation to occur other than the average complaint and therefore Slate was relaxed enough to share casual conversatiosn with his friend. "Getting sick of this rain, better not stay liker this..."


[member="Lisa Ticon"]
[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
[member="Lok Jorunn"]
[member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Nearing Bank entrance
Allies: [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Enemie: [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Objective: Complete contract
Equipment: (1) DXR-2, (2) ECD, (2) MT-14, (2) V-1, (Armor) II/H, (Gloves) Crushgaunt, (1) Z50
Theme: Hunger of the Pine



The rain pattered down on his shoulders, performing a series of rings as if someone had crawled their way into a poorly tuned instrument and began poking metal strings. Julian Solo may have been heavily armed, but he had appropriate reason to be. A military-legal DXR-2 was holstered beside his twin MT-14's, and a Z50 was zipped up in a duffel bag that swung from his left hand as he approached the entrance of the bank. He spotted Slate and his comrade, and quickly he reached up with his free hand, gripping the underside of his helmet and tearing it off. It revealed a young face, a man with blue eyes and shaggy short brown hair, a body glove came around his head and ended along his jawline and forehead, giving him a comical appearance. He approached Slate, arching his back to lower his bag, and simultaneously pulling something free from it. He held it up, a small access card, two of them. One was a Bounty Hunting license registered for use in Galactic Republic space, with a picture of his face beaming with a smile on it. The other was a keycard for the bank itself, each security member had one. "Weather report says the rain will be like this all night," Julian said, "Anyhow, I'm here to change rotations with Lai, my firsts shift, I was told I had to show the two big boys here my cards."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax nodded a farewell to the other teams and then hurried after Lisa who was making a beeline down the street. A blaster at his hip and a vibroblade in his boot, the slicer wore light armor under his trenchcoat and pants, but not much else in the way of bodily protection. What he lacked in brawn, he made up in a razor sharp brain for exploiting code, and bank networks were notoriously easy to slice into. Cryax had cut his teeth on slicing a Jedi holo archive back on Tythin, and he knew the Jedi's digital signature well. The slicer guessed that his first target would be the bank's security system, but Lisa was being cagily quiet about exactly what he was supposed to do. She got that way sometimes.

The Chiss shook some rainwater out of his hair, and followed along with Lisa. His species low light vision afforded him a clear view of the night, his glowing eyes cutting a ribbon of red light through the misty blackness.

[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

It seemed that the Force would be his closest ally today. The dreary overcast skies and the torrential downpour of rain instantly drenched him and made him look more like a sopping wet puppy rather than a fearsome, gun-toting lion. Giving the world of Anaxes his trademark scowl, he slung the shotgun over his back and was ever thankful for all the cleaning he'd done. The rainwater wouldn't effect it in the slightest, but he'd absolutely need to thoroughly clean it once he was done.

Rather than let the rainwater hit him even more, he rose both of his hands and created a sort of shield. Telekinesis was one of the most useful things he'd ever learned and using it to keep himself dry (even though he was already wet) was one such use of it. Sometimes he liked to turn people into metaphorical hammers with it, sometimes he liked to make sure the back-scratcher got to just the right spot.

Seemingly pleased with himself, he took off in a sprint.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Julian Solo"], [member="Slate Estrada"], [member="Lisa Ticon"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Kyber sighed as the rain pattered against his heavy armor and Valor AR in his hands. His S7-Straight Shots were on each side of his thighs in their holsters, his Quietsnipe collapsed on his back to the side of his Z-6 Jetpack, a few explosive and concussion grenades on his belt, as well as his Ryyk and Ryyk Kerarthorr blades in their usual holsters. He'd respond through the mic of his helmet, his voice being it's usual distorted tone; "I don't mind the rain. It's nice and cooling."

Kyber spotted the newcomer and eyed him closely, not letting his guard down even after he speaked and showed his ID. He'd take the ID to inspect it before responding monotonely; "Alright, everything looks in order. Go take over his rounds." Kyber would then turn to Slate to speak to him quietly "I don't like all this outside help with the credit chip. I get the feeling we're not going to be bored in the rain here for much longer. I don't know any group that would pass up a score this huge."

Kyber sighed before getting himself focused. He knew he couldn't mess this job up. The pay was too good, and Kyber definitely needed the money. He kept on alert, scanning his surroundings with a trained eye under the blank appearance of his helmet. He hoped this would be an easy guard job, but with that many credits? Who knew what was going to happen.

// [member="Lok Jorunn"] // [member="Cryax Bane"] // [member="Julian Solo"] // [member="Slate Estrada"] // [member="Lisa Ticon"] // [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] // [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"] //

 

[Evor]

A sharp nod was the only acknowledgement Logan gave to Lisa before he started off to a nearby building, hoping someone would follow him and that he didn't have to actually tell someone to do so. He saw the road the bank was located on and he ducked inside of a small office building on the block over. He smiled at the droid at the desk out of reflex before he chuckled to himself at the idiocy of his move. He walked over to the elevator and pushed the button as it light up dimly. The door swung open with a ding and Logan stepped inside. A soft tune greeted his ears, the joys of elevator music. He tapped his foot to the rhythm of the song, bobbing his head up and down slightly. The doors opened with another ding and he stepped out onto the top floor. This level of the offices seemed to be empty at the moment, if not abandoned. Most cubical's looked to be dusty and unused as he walked through the rows of outdated mini-offices. Had his helmet not filtered smells his nostrils would have been filled with the unmistakable smell of moth balls and wet cardboard. He made his way to the back of the large room, wiggling the handle to a metal door. He sighed and took a few steps back before he leaned forward a delivered a swift kick to the door, his foot slamming just inches off the lock, his back heel driven into the ground. The door moaned a bit under the pressure but it refused to budge. He sighed and tried again, the door shuddering again. This wasn't just any old door on Nar Shaddaa that could be kicked down in the heat of the moment.

Logan shook his head slightly and opened one of the few pouches on his belt. Inside of the pouch there was a few black metal strips, small wires running down the back of them. He pulled two out and placed them on hinges of the door in front of him. He pushed two wires together on the first strip and it started to spark. He did the same with the second a he took a step back, both black strips heating up and turning almost a molten red. They burned red hot for a minute before sizzling out, the crispy wires falling to the floor almost inaudibly. The door teetered softly as it struggled to maintain its own balance. As Logan sprinted forward the door slowly began to fall toward him, threatening to slam onto the ground with a loud crash. Throwing himself underneath the heavy frame, the door fell on top of his shoulders, causing his legs to wobble and grunt loudly from exertion. Slowly he began to shimmy the door closer and closer to the ground before he put it down with a very muffled thud. He looked up and saw a flight of stairs that he hoped led to the roof, or else he had just wasted his time and money getting this door down. He jogged up the stairs and found another door, which luckily he could unlock from the inside. He pushed it open and stepped out into the rain once again.


[member="Lisa Ticon"] -:- [member="Lok Jorunn"] -:- [member="Cryax Bane"] -:- [member="Julian Solo"] -:- [member="Slate Estrada"] -:- [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]

 

[RC 212]

Lok Jorunn -:- Cryax Bane -:- Julian Solo -:- Slate Estrada -:- RHTC 560 Broonto

Location: The Street.

The Darkness of the alleyway did not deter Lisa from her quarry. The night vision in her goggles kicked in and there was faint hum that joined the howling night air. Each step slashed water up and into her boots. she was cold and beginning to feel miserable when she spotted something.

In the alleyway there was a line of cable running from the nearby bank across the top of the roof, silhouetted against the gap in the lightning quick flashes.

"I have something here Cryax, hold up."

Lisa closed her eyes concentrating. A small swill of anger arose in her at the rain. She grabbed hold of it, feeding her other emotions into the mix. The water in her boot was annoying, the air was cold, the lightning was loud. Enough of the small things added up and flash of evil glinted across her eyes as she opened them outstretching her palm and morphing it into a claw.

The force obeyed her will and the wire was severed cleanly as it was ripped down from the wall and into her outstretched hand. Next she drew her dagger, slicing along the length to expose the raw wiring and then pulled some from it's rubbery sheath.

"Here plug this into some geeky machine ya got, see what it gives ya."

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax raised an eyebrow at Lisa as he looked at the jagged wires. He couldn't just plug them right into his Datapad as it were. He sighed and reached into the inside pocket of his trench coat, feeling around until he found what he was looking for. A cable plug. He carefully inserted the wires, carefully not to get them wet as they sparked, and then connected them to his personal computer.

With a halo of blue light underneath his face, Cryax spent a few minutes speedily typing. Then he smiled. "Looks like I can jack their security networks from here. I just need to figure out their passwords. Once I'm in is there anything else you'd like me to do besides shut down their alarm system and unlock their vaults?"

[member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Julian Solo"]

 

[Tarrif Yao]

"Demolitionist reporting in. Let me know if the slicer doesn't cut it." Tarrif smirked, the slight twitch animating his mouth for a brief moment, the small amount of amusement at his own ,admittedly bad, slight pun. He placed a couple of thorium charges at key places in a building close by in case a distraction was necessary later. "Red Herring in place." he said into the comm. He then started the short walk down the street, acting like he was just out for an evening in the rain. He unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest to the cleansing water of the skies. He had always burned hot and the coolness against his skin was refreshing. He walked till he came to a building with a bit of shelter, across from some office building. He stood out of the wind and rain and raised a match to his face. To anyone just looking at him it would look like he was smoking something. In reality he just liked to watch things burn. The match stick was like a drug to him the fire drawing him with it's warm caress, it's jubilant flicker, it's happy light. He shielded it from the wind with his hand so that it's brightness might shine on this world a bit longer. With the weather how it was, it soon turned into just a burnt out stick. Tarrif sighed and started another one. He had to wait a bit before the action started anyways. He felt he had time to burn.

[member="Cryax Bane"][member="Lisa Ticon"][member="Logan of Little Coruscant"][member="Kyber Salurra"][member="Lok Jorunn"][member="Julian Solo"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

A smile spread across Slate's face upon hearing Kyber's comment. "Are you talking about a robbery?" He asked the armoured man, laughing as he did so. "I'll tell you one thing, they could've picked a different day. This weather is awful!" The soldier exclaimed, slapping his friend on the back lightly.

Eventhough the chances of a robbery attempt happening were low, Slate knew it could happen. If it did happen, would they be prepared? Slate only had his trusty SABR-1, a weapon only seen on billboards and adverts before the entire batch was lost during distributation. It was a devastating loss for The Orion Corporation, but Slate could vouch for how effective and efficient the weapon was. In fact, it was undoubtly his favourite weapon he had ever layed his hands on.

Holding the SABR-1 up to the light so his partner could see, Slate announced, "You know Salurra, we're gunna have to go to the firing range one day so you can shoot this baby..." He was almost teasing the fellow soldier as there was no doubt Kyber had seen how smooth it was during battle.


[member="Kyber Salurra"]
[member="Tarrif Yao"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Lisa Ticon"]
[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
[member="Lok Jorunn"]
[member="Julian Solo"]
[member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Inside Bank Lobby
Allies: [member="Tarrif Yao"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="RHTC 560 Broonto"]
Enemies: [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Objective: Complete contract
Equipment: (1) DXR-2, (2) ECD, (2) MT-14, (2) V-1, (Armor) II/H, (Gloves) Crushgaunt, (1) Z50
Theme: Hunger of the Pine


Julian Solo entered the back, with a thankful nod to the two guards. For a moment, he felt sorry for them. He pushed beyond that, his hands sliding to the rear of his weapons belt, gripping an Electrostatic Charge Detonator, a small slate-grey orb in his hands and flicked the activation. An invisible pulse cascaded outwards, deactivating the electronics in the room. Banktellers and civilians queuing frowned and a loud murmur swept through the room. He subtly re-attached the grenade to his waist. He approached the far door, and made a jester of swiping the keycard, a fake that had been produced by the Red Ravens. Sure it looked quite legitimate, but it was nothing but a hoax, and with the systems down, no one could verify. He held up his keycard and false bounty hunters license to the window of a bank teller and motioned to the door for them to open. "Ah, right away sir," they said, moving to open it manually for him. When the door clicked open, Julian Solo knew he was well and truly solo from here-on-out until backup arrived. With the electromagnetic pulse disabling his comms, he had no way of hitting up the Ravens.

"Ah you're the new kid," the bank teller said, and Julian made no comment. The 'new kid' in question was a dead kid, sitting in an alleyway five streets down with a black tarp thrown over him and his body disposed in a dumpster. "Head down these steps, security management is on your second right, small office with a clear window. You can't miss it." Julian gave the tip of his head a nod as thanks, and followed the instructions. He slowly moved down, reassuring everything was on him. The duffle bag still at his side, clenched tightly in his fist. He made it onto the lower level, and glanced along the ride-side of the wall, the first door was a black frame, and so was the second but it also has a window beside it. He looked to the left, and opposite the window was the vault. No wonder, they wanted to keep a close eye on the thing. Julian Solo approached, stepping up to the window. A burly man in his thirties swung in his chair, looking unamused by Julians presence. "You don't look like Ka-" the blaster shot rang out, and took the security manager in the chin. He flopped back from the energy of the hit, and spilled over his chair onto the floor.