Big Hecking Project - Part 1: The Heckening

[Jak Sandrow]

Diatium mining was a fairly lucrative business. With it being used in almost every power pack across the known universe, if you found a diatium deposit, you had essentially struck gold. People who found diatium deposits on their farmland would sell said land and make a tidy profit in royalties, while the companies who took over would essentially decimate the land to make as much money as possible.

These companies, while usually reputable on the surface, may or may not, on the occasion, hire merc teams and freelancers to safeguard particularly valuable dig sites. These sites will probably have more than the usual amounts of diatium, hence the increased protection.

It was one of those sites that Jak was currently trying to rob.

Lying down on a ridge about 100 meters out, he eyed the place, watching it for any signs of increased activity, alarms, anything to let him know they had seen him touch down. When no alerts had been raised after a few hours, he started to sneak down the slope, slow and easy.

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[Lyth Meran]

Lyth approached [member="Jak Sandrow"] he had asked for tech aid and well the diminutive mandalorian was all the tech they'd need. she offered a small item.
" a Crate-O-Matic if it becomes needed. i have a DC-19 "Stealth" carbine in the ship if you need it? et me see if i can disable the alarms. " yje little armored fairy whispered as the landed on the man's head.
a lot of people either disregarded her as either a victim or as a weakness. while this was a mixeds blessing aat times it got annoying.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

He nodded; "I don't think I'll need either, but thank you." He showed her his rather oversize revolver, adding, "This packs all the punch I need." Getting to his feet, he crouched a slow and careful walk down the cliffside, keeping an eye out for any wandering guard.

A few odd patrols crossed his path every now and then, but he remained undetected as he crept to the outskirts of the main plant.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

It was slow going, but he soon found himself on the upper ledge of the plant, still cloaked and essentially invisible. As confident as he was in his own tech, he knew it wouldn't last forever. A few wayward sparks, and he'd be as visible as a rainbow on an oil slick.

Still, everything seemed to be going well. The biggest issue would be getting enough diatium - he needed a lot.

Passing by supervisors who seemed more than engrossed in their work, he continued on to the main control room. If he could get there uninhibited, he'd have a layout and schedule of the entire facility - it would make it that much easier to swipe materials that way.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak flattened himself against the wall. That was the second guard who he had found on patrol. Invisible though he was, he was still tangible - there wasn't any ghost tech yet - and so he tried his best to not be touched by anyone or anything. So far he was succeeding, but he knew that wouldn't hold out forever.

As the guard walked down the corridor, Jak followed close behind him, silent as the grave. When Jak was close enough to the control room, he moved aside, letting the guard turn around and head back the way he came. Jak snuck into the control room, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

There was not a lot of room in here, so Jak stayed plastered to the wall as he worked out where he could find a schedule and a map. The crew working in here laughed and joked with each other, throwing snide comments at one another as they worked, but maintained camaraderie nonetheless. Jak let out a soft breath. Shame.

The door closed, and the crew looked to themselves. Had it been open? Did someone just come in?

The lock clicked, and they stood up.

Jak flickered into visibility, and they reached for their weapons.

His hands clenched, and they, as one, reached for their throats. Jak winced in effort, and made a wringing motion.

The crewmen fell to the floor around him, windpipes crushed, eyes bulging as they tried to draw a breath that would never come.

Jak winced again, two fingers coming to his temple. That was never easy; he didn't like tapping into that side of the Force. Nevertheless, it was a necessary effort - he could have tried to simply knock them out, but that would have taken too long, and cost him too much energy. Shaking his head, he went to the console, typing in a few commands, and was happily surprised that someone was already logged in. Great! Now he could get that info no problem. Quickly downloading the schedule and map onto his storage, he turned around... to see a guard in the doorway.

There was a moment of silence. Jak was frozen like a reek in the headlights, before his hand snapped up to Force-push the man against the wall. But he was too late - even as Jak's hand rose, the guard screamed an alert into the comms. He was still clattering to the ground as Jak's cloak snapped back into existence.

Klaxons blared as Jak raced down the hallway. He was praying that the sirens were making enough noise to cover up his footsteps, and so far no one seemed to have ID'd him. So much the better.

He didn't need the schedule at the moment, so he pulled up a map of the complex - and complex it was; each level seemed to be more intricate than the last, with the whole assembly looking more like a shanty town than a planned-out structure. Setting a waypoint on the grid, he set to conserving his energy, drawing as much Force as he could from the rocks around him before putting it into speed, racing down the hallways with a fear that comes from knowing when you are severely outnumbered.