Faction Been Caught Stealing [ Misfits ]

[Phineas Karr]

Angel Arms | Dorsis | Thread Theme

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Most of the Misfit Squadron had traveled to Dorsis, home of the massive Angel Arms shipyards. Months of research went into the best place to strike and unfortunately for the company, their number was up. The squadron was going to walk away with a massive haul - a fighter for all of them.

Limited resources were leading to this point. Obtaining funding would require appealing to the Senators of the Galactic Alliance. Who knew how long that could take, especially since they were busy ensuring Jedi would be granted lord-like status in the government. They couldn't wait weeks or months for someone to give them a paltry sum to get some third-rate ships. Phineas didn't want to end up dying in the black because someone was trying to be chintzy.

The plan : waltz in like maintenance and assembly workers, separate the vessels from the production line or staging area, and run. They would be breaking off in two groups ; those stealing from the finished production area - client orders waiting to be delivered. Or stealing vessels right off the production line as they waited to head into the staging area the first group was striking from.

It all depended on the flavor of the pilot and vessel. What struck the fancy of the individual. What was also available too.

Right now, they had to look the part. That meant the first item they were stealing for the day ; uniforms.

 

[Floyd Bobronnas]

Misfit Squadron
Flight Officer Floyd "Bob" Bobronnas
Tag: Naomi Carolina Desmond Cartyom Su Rov Phineas Karr Ebaba Muchomacho "Coin"

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Stay undetected and blend in. Should be easy for Bob.

The pilot had been up the previous night checking schematics. There were renovation and service plans on the Net for the building, and months of research had managed to dig up a handful of them. As far as he could tell, to get maintenance uniforms meant getting past the first layer of security into the shipyards in general, where hundreds of workers were milling about moving between the different sections of the shipyards, before finding the fire control centre or bunks or areas under-construction.

"So we're alright with the plan, right?" Bob nervously asked Phineas Karr and the others. He fidgeted with the toolbox and backpack. Misfit was already dressed as generic workers, but clearly not Angel Arms' own maintenance techs. "We go to the East Gate foot traffic gatehouse, say we're one of the outside contractors for the newly-constructed Fitting Yard B-6, on the uh, other side of the complex. To inspect the new cladding and supports. But we have to act like we didn't know we're at the wrong gate."

They'd scoped out the place for a few days too- there were many outside contractors brought in for the new Fitting Yards, and with luck, the guards would not think twice about more strangers.

"They'll likely tell us to go to the West Gate where B-6 is, to check-in through there- but you know, we can't since those guys will know we're not supposed to be here. So some of us have to act impatient and exasperated, then one of us suggests they let us in so we can take the travellators and cut through the Outer Yards directly to the West Gate to get our passes, instead of going around the entire complex from the outside. Then... we'll be in." When they'd scoped the place out, Misfit had seen that the guards in this sector seemed to be much less vigilant than the much busier east gate, where many visitors came to inspect orders and where most contractors came in through.

"Did uh, did someone have comments about this?" Bob had his own reservations too- for one, the guards might escort them over. Nothing they couldn't take out, but... it was not ideal. They might also not let them in at all, even to the lowest security zone that was the Shipyards' foot traffic zones. At least in that case, Misfit could ask to loiter about near the guardhouse to await 'proper authorisation', and when a change in guard shift came, boom, disappear into the Yards. Much riskier, but not impossible.

The other option of pretending to be interested parties here to buy a contract was deemed much worse on the whole escort front- way too many eyes on them. If only Misfit had access to reliable funding...

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Naomi's bright red hair was braided back and stuffed beneath a hardhat. The same color and make the workers around the shipyards usually wore. Unfortunately, the color red was usually something folk remembered. She'd thought about bleaching it but Ebaba Muchomacho had used all the hot water the night before at the base and Naomi had her limits on what she'd do in a cold sanisteam.

And then there was Phineas Karr . His red hair was just as bad -erm - noticeable.

"Yeah Bob. We got this. Should be easier at the gate once we have our uniforms on. Don't worry I got a lead on someone in laundry." Naomi led them from the busy spaceport into one of the main lobby areas before security. Shouldering off the pack on her back, she rummaged around as they approached a nervous-looking purple skinned twi'lek.

"Kaycee?" Naomi asked as they approached.

The twi'lek looked up, surprise dashing over her face. "You seem younger than I thought."

Naomi straightened her shoulders as if she could suddenly become taller than the five-foot-two she already was. She passed over a bottle to the twi'lek. It was moonshine and was enough for the female to pocket it and quickly wave them with her as she led them through a set of side-doors down a smaller hallway toward a room that opened up with a laundry chute.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The Underground had a lot of arms out there. A kraken of sorts. People from all walks and once he received access to his father's channels. Coren was doing his best to keep the Underground away from Kaia and Jared, but during the Outer Rim campaign of the Starchaser family, that was when Jared came into his own, a Judge of the Outer Rim, and becoming a hunter along the same reach. And some of his father's channels? Well, they had connections to the Galactic Alliance. There were problems in that government, too much government, honestly.

His father and the ones that Jared looked up to, worked in an organization that worked more on the message, and allowed the worlds to handle themselves.

But he was learning a lot, and knew that there were people in the galaxy who were going to need help, help Jedi couldn't provide, and help a military may not be suited for. But in order to do that? He'd need people. He'd need ships. The people were coming, but as the blood red Pulsar reverted to real space above Dorsis, he knew he needed ships.

And if he timed it right? Maybe he'd fly under all radars. So long as the IFF codes worked.

"Freighter Sunburst transmit clearance codes."

Jared looked to Hopper and the ship's on board astromech and nodded. Go time. Hopefully they could at least get a close landing zone.

The rest of his team should already be planet side.

And probably the people he stole this information from too.

 

[Phineas Karr]

Tags : Jared Starchaser | Naomi Carolina | Floyd Bobronnas


Phineas gave 'Bob' a bit of a shake, trying to hype him up. The redhead liked the guy, it was just that Bob was well....Bob was Bob. That meant questioning and over cautious. Phineas could appreciate that though, with himself and Naomi on the squad, diving headfirst into things, the man was a voice of reason when they often needed it most.

They were lead into a large, massive laundry room. It was staffed by droids, moving methodically about the space. Everything was being cleaned in this room ; maintenance uniforms, higher-ups suits drycleaned, even the area rugs and welcome mats in the office spaces. Whoever they wanted to look like, it was perfect.

Phineas immediately found the mechanic uniforms and starting stripping, right down to his white-and-red heart boxer shorts. Naomi and Bob were staring at him as he stood in nothing but his boxers, digging for his size. A bit of furious looking until he realized the bins were ordered by size and he then quickly found what he needed.

"What are you staring at? This show ain't free....get moving!"

 

[Floyd Bobronnas]

Misfit Squadron
Flight Officer Floyd "Bob" Bobronnas
Tag: Naomi Carolina Desmond Cartyom Su Rov Phineas Karr Ebaba Muchomacho "Coin"

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Phineas gave 'Bob' a bit of a shake, trying to hype him up.

Bob was surprised by the gesture, but gave a wan smile. He appreciated Phineas trying to keep him calm- nothing was going to go wrong as long as they stayed sharp.

They were lead into a large, massive laundry room. It was staffed by droids, moving methodically about the space. Everything was being cleaned in this room ; maintenance uniforms, higher-ups suits drycleaned, even the area rugs and welcome mats in the office spaces. Whoever they wanted to look like, it was perfect.

Naomi and Bob were staring at him as he stood in nothing but his boxers, digging for his size. A bit of furious looking until he realized the bins were ordered by size and he then quickly found what he needed.

"What are you staring at? This show ain't free....get moving!"

Bob was a little surprised Phineas already stripped before he found a jumpsuit, but hey, whatever streamlined the process.

"You know, we didn't need a show..." Bob pointed out the throw-on safety suits, hanging on a rack beside the bins. Easy to put over their existing clothes, easy to take off when escaping. But he supposed Phineas had detected a tactical advantage to full uniforms.

Bob moved over to another bin at the next aisle, easily finding one for his size. He changed quickly, looking around for accessories. Caps, to obscure their faces. Gloves and hardboots, of which there were a few.

"Alright, so next we find the ships, right?"

 

[Jared Starchaser]

He wasn’t part of any other organization that was running a sting here. What he was doing was coordination and getting ships into the hands of those that’ll actually use them. Hopper beeped giving Jared the coordinates to set down as the Shadow piloted the YT-2400 down, knowing he could carry at least one fighter, and calculate jumps for others.

“Underground, this is Starchaser. Sunburst is landing on planet. Sending location.” Jared transmitted as he moved to find a generic spacer coverall. If he could blend in, he could find what they needed and tag it for the rest. Some of the Underground unit that arrived had no issue blending in, others were brilliant pilots but not the type to be found on Dorsis.

His shoto lightsaber was muddied up to look like a SCOMP to help him blend in. The goal was to not use it, but to steal and be gone before anyone was the wiser.

Phineas Karr Naomi Carolina Floyd Bobronnas

 

[Naomi Carolina]

"What are you staring at? This show ain't free....get moving!"

Naomi tore her eyes away from the chiseled panes from Phinny's chest. "Oh please flyboy," was it just her or was she a bit nervous now? "Wasn't sure if I was staring at a moon or your skin."

Pot calling the kettle because of her own paler and freckled complexion.

She grabbed one of the pull-on suits Bob pointed out and tugged it over her clothes. She wasn't a prude, but these were just easier. Fingers adjusted the hardhat on her head. "Okay time to act like a contractor and talk like one, too. East Gate? What ships you two going for?" Naomi would walk back to the door and open it for them to step back into the corridor.

 

[Nami Runda]

Current Outfit

"Wait! WAIT!"

Nami nearly tripped running after her new comrades in arms. As much as she despised fighting, Nami wanted to make an impact, helping others and to protect the innocent after witnessing the battle of Coruscant from the comfort of her home in Chandrilla. It was awful seeing citizens suffer and die while Nami lived in the lap of luxury finishing up her studies in the University of Alderaan. Nami lived a sheltered life not knowing much of the outside Galaxy besides the Core Worlds, but she needed to shake off the shackles of comfort and press forward onto a brave new world.

Even though violence wasn't her first option nor an option at all, Nami was an exceptional pilot having scored top marks in the flight sims back at Uni. It seemed good enough to enlist in the Misfits since it took a long time to be a pilot for the Galactic Alliance. She hadn't met her squadmates but she heard that they were embarking on a mission to take a fighter: How exciting!

"Hello!" Nami skid to a stop seeing the squadron. "Sorry I'm late! The navigation that I used was pretty buggy! Are you guys trying to steal a ship? Can I join?! My name is Nami and I must say I'm honored to meet each and every one of you!"

Phineas Karr , Jared Starchaser , Naomi Carolina , Floyd Bobronnas

 

[Phineas Karr]

Jared Starchaser | Nami Runda | Naomi Carolina | Floyd Bobronnas
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"Next time you can stop starin' and take holoimages Darlin'. They last longer."

Grinning like an idiot, and quite pleased with himself, Phineas finished getting dressed, zipping up the mechanics suit and slipping into his boots. Naomi wanted to know what they were going to steal. He figured they couldn't be too picky, but he did have an eye on several. At this point - beggars couldn't be choosers. When he was a groundpounder, the military supplied all the resources needed. He found it odd the Galactic Alliance didn't, especially considering how big they were.

Something to think about later.

"Whatever I can get my hands on. I don't think we can afford to be picky."

Phineas was finishing lacing his boots when the purple-haired woman bounced in. Already too loud, was she trying to get caught?! Still, she was easy on the eyes so Phineas would let her outburst pass. None of them were perfect.

"Get a mechanic's uniform on....and yes, East Gate. Remember, we space out and blend with the other mechanics. If we're clustered together it will draw all sorts of suspicion."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared knew that this was exactly the type of job his father would have pulled in the past, but someone needed to prepare the galaxy for when the great and powerful Alliance either collapsed and left a power vacuum for the darker forces, or when the Alliance became dark itself. It wasn’t a matter of if, it was all a matter of when. The galaxy was a rough place, and sometimes in order to ‘protect the people’ governments turned against who they were made to serve.

The Underground was to regulate that. Plus, in the mean time, they could strike out at the Empires. You know, for target practice, and to rescue people. And for fun.

That was what this trip was. Training, supply, and actually, Jared and his team liked doing this sort of thing. They were good at it, and when one found their skill? It was best to stick to it. As he made his way out of the ship, Hopper followed. Which was good, Jared was going to need someone to slice some doors. Maybe he could just open all of them? And close the ones he needed.

“Hop, can you find me a map and download it? Wanna know what ships are here, and which are fueled and ready.” The droid made its way to the nearest terminal and started to link in. Jared busied himself with one of the panels, using an actual driver to open it to 'survey' the repairs.