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Bounty [Code Zero] Bad News Bonadan


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//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=BONADAN...
//:...objective=TECH-HEIST...


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A perpetual haze settled over Bonadan centuries ago, when the Palpatine Empire built orbital shipyards to keep their Outer Rim campaign alive. 900 years later, the savannah world’s population of 12 billion live beneath smog and acid rain, toiling for one corporation or another. Frequent turnover and corporate takeovers leave entire factory blocks abandoned. It’s the perfect cover for clandestine projects that are best left unnoticed by the workers who keep Bonadan’s sandblasted wheels turning.

In the grimy sprawl of Spaceport Southeast II, Das Das awaits a trio of shadowrunners working with Code Zero to pull a hidden secret from the belly of a derelict industrial complex.

Das’ cyberdeck hummed while she looked over the mission data. Reggie Reggie hooked her up with schematics of the old facility, access to the few holocams that still worked, and a set of three working passcodes that would allow the team through most of the low-clearance access points. The rest was up to them.

Their task? Infiltrate the deepest levels of the factory and steal the Techno Union’s experimental nano-droid technology.

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Tags:
[CZ] Glade Glade | Keys Keys | Kivah Kivah
[CSA] Serina Calis Serina Calis

 

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//:...mission-link-established...
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//:...objective=TECH-HEIST...
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Infiltration-Suit, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Heavy Repeater, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp...

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Kivah had been all too happy to receive the invitation from her old friend Das. It'd been far too long since the two had gotten together to run wild, and she was looking forward to cutting up on Bonadan. The offer of creds was just sweet cream on top. Life at the Academy was pretty cushy, plenty of food and exercise, a nice gym, even the occasional excitement. But even then there were eyes watching, and she was feeling the need to get back to her roots, so to speak. Well, not so far down that she'd brought her bow out, that would have been a little much.

Her lightsabers were tucked away, hidden in the near invisible sheaths integrated into her stealth suit. The armored bodysuit itself was near invisible in the low light of the defunct assembly plant, the shadowsilk making up its outermost layer bent the surrounding murk around her. Across her back was slung one of her favorite guns, the heavy and fast-shooting Erebus Heavy Repeater backed up by a pair of z-14 autoblasters that fired even faster but were infinitely more expendable.

Early had become her new punctual, and Kivah made the most of it, stalking through the tresses supporting the raised roof as she watched the lone girl on her deck below. She dropped, knees slightly bent, tail flicking behind her to make micro adjustments, arms wide. As soon as her padded boots hit the duracrete floor, she was wrapping her friend up in a muscular hug that pulled the human up onto her toes. "Das!" She cried out, ignoring the way the hard edges of her heavy blaster has dug into her back from the force of the fall. "How've you been? You're looking good." Her eyes lit up and she coyly grinned as she pushed Das back to look her over at arms length. "Ah, you've met a boy, haven't you?" It was meaningless prattle, meant to show Das she had been missed, but lighthearted enough to take the sting out of her ambush. She straightened Das's jacket with only a bit of smugness before finding a place to sit on a nearby table to listen.



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Tags:
[CZ] Glade Glade | Keys Keys | Das Das
[CSA] Serina Calis Serina Calis
 
Starleaves n Stimcafs
Location: Spaceport Southeast II
Tag: Kivah Kivah | Das Das | Keys Keys | Serina Calis Serina Calis



Nearby tables, there was a faint hovering sound, so subtle it could've been a trick of your mind. Then, poof, a decloaking to their left revealed a hover chair with more purple attitude than a District 23 Denon street club after dark. Its underglow flickered out to black as it settled to the ground.

A small, friendly head bob came from the girl hidden in more tech and consoles than should be allowed. Her visor was already jacked into her at-link, the woman beneath all that gear barely visible. Her armor blended style and protection, ninety percent Ibis colourful artistry, ten percent Sickle's anarchist graffiti, the pieces painted in purple or complimenting shades.

She smiled, tugging the music from her ears and letting it rest. No rush, she let the others chat and catch up, a happy moment she'd never interrupt. They looked tuned up ready, But Glade knew nada-zip. Running outside her usual crew meant feeling out the vibe first playing it y'know cool, pfft who was she kidding!

"Heya." Stealing a small, light wave before her hand settled back on the console, her grin bright as ever. Denon's neon cheek blush dusted her skin, a faint trace of glitter nearing her eyes, swallowed by the visor across them.

"So," um, she glanced around, her displays bleeding data faster than she could process, the overclocked Fyor-droid beneath her chair running hot hot hotter than usual! Ouch. She dialed back her feeds. Spaceport Southeast II, meh, plenty of grime, just needed more neon than sense and it'd feel kinda like home.

"Glade. Nice t'meet ya." Corner of her lip curled up, and Fyor-Droid beneath her chair popped her a rubbery stimcaf cube to chew on above.

Gear:
SIO 1 Echo Chair with internal Fyor-Droid and Mirage Connection
Black and Neon Purple Durastreet Armor (No helmet) / Exo-glove
Swift Hand Pistol / Small Knife / Small Holdout Bolter around her neck

Chair Storage:
Scramble Key
Tricks: False Eye | Fingerprint Masque
Twin Keys: Slicer's Key | Resonator Key
 

Bad News Bonadan
Location: Bonadan.
Objective: Conduct a surprise security evaluation.
Allies: None.
Opposing Force: Kivah Kivah Glade Glade Keys Keys Das Das


Fate has a wonderful sense of irony, doesn't it?

The rain had worsened. By the time Serina stepped onto the private landing pad, a thick curtain of acid-laced drizzle pelted the ferrocrete with a relentless hiss. Overhead, the sky was a bruised swirl of smog and flashing red warning lights, a cityscape built upon industrial suffering.

The sleek, dark vessel waiting for her—an Executive-class speeder shuttle with no corporate insignia—hummed as its engines idled. A lone figure stood at the boarding ramp, posture rigid, trying and failing to conceal his apprehension.

Marshal Trennik.

He was a security attaché assigned to the Techno Union R&D division—a man who had spent years tightening the corporate grip around Bonadan's most sensitive assets. His black uniform was immaculate, his boots polished to a mirror sheen, and his stance was one of drilled discipline. But his eyes flicked to her with poorly concealed caution.

Serina strode toward him with the effortless grace of a predator that knew it had no rivals. The glow of her armor pulsed faintly with every step, as if the dark patterns of crimson and magenta etched across its plating were breathing in response to her mood.

"Marshal Trennik," she murmured, her voice warm with the promise of amusement. "You look nervous."

Trennik's throat bobbed as he swallowed. "A surprise evaluation, Lady Calis, was… unexpected."

Serina smiled, slow and deliberate. "And that is the point of an unannounced security check, is it not?"

He forced a stiff nod, stepping aside as she boarded the shuttle. The interior was pristine, a dimly lit space lined with discreet terminals and reinforced seating. It was not built for comfort but for efficiency. She approved.

As Trennik entered behind her, the doors sealed with a whisper, and the shuttle lifted off, soaring into the murky sky.

"Tell me about the facility," Serina commanded as she settled into her seat, one leg crossing over the other in a posture of effortless control.

Trennik sat across from her, hands folded on his lap as if to steady himself. "The Techno Union R&D site is a decommissioned industrial complex that was repurposed after the last corporate takeover. Officially, it does not exist. Unofficially, it is where the most experimental projects are developed, without regulatory interference."

Serina inclined her head slightly. "I do enjoy the absence of regulations."

Trennik cleared his throat and continued. "The site is isolated, positioned in a defunct sector that still has power and infrastructure. High-level security clearances are required for entry, and we operate on an airtight need-to-know basis. No one unauthorized is aware of what happens there."

Serina tapped a finger against the armrest of her seat, thoughtful. "No one?"

"Not even other Techno Union executives," Trennik assured her quickly. "Only the select few within the Corporate Sector Authority have full access logs."

Serina said nothing for a moment, her blue eyes studying the Marshal with quiet intensity.

There was something poetic about all of this.

The Corporate Sector was offering her this site—their most secured black project facility—to run her own experiments. And the first task they gave her was to ensure its secrecy remained intact.

She almost laughed.

They had no idea.


No idea that in mere hours, someone was planning to infiltrate the very facility she was about to inspect.

Fate had a wonderful sense of irony.


"Then I assume your defenses are more than adequate," Serina said, tilting her head.

"Of course," Trennik affirmed. "Automated sentry turrets, pressure-locked corridors, coded clearance checkpoints. Internal security teams are vetted and undergo rigorous training. We—"

Serina raised a hand, silencing him.

"You believe your facility is secure," she corrected, her tone laced with amusement. "But belief is irrelevant. I deal in truth."

Trennik pressed his lips together, clearly uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

Serina leaned forward, resting her chin lightly on her fingertips. "And I will find the truth, Marshal. If there is weakness, I will expose it. If there is complacency, I will correct it. If someone can break into your facility…"

She let the sentence hang there, unfinished, her smirk sharpening at the edges.

She did not need to say the rest.

The shuttle banked sharply, descending through a corridor of rusted structures and defunct manufactories, cutting through the darkness like a silent predator. Below, barely visible through the haze, lay the Techno Union R&D facility.

An "abandoned" complex.

A forgotten corpse of industry.

A secret hidden in plain sight.

Serina's smile deepened as the shuttle touched down.

Whatever fools thought they could steal from the Corporate Sector had no idea what was waiting for them.

But she would enjoy watching them try.

 


To put it simply, the Zeltron was broke.

Most of his life had consisted of completing jobs of various legality. Working from mission to mission, doing all he could to put food on the table. Thankfully he only had to provide for himself, but even that was becoming difficult. Keys' bones and joints ached more every day. The last thing he wanted to admit was that he was getting old. His 40s were not being the kindest to him. But hey, complaining did not put credits in his pocket. So that is why he found himself on Bonadan, walking around a grimy spaceport.

A simple overcoat was worn to conceal his array of weapons and gear. Two blaster pistols sat idly in their holsters, while a rifle was slung behind his back. A few other bits and bobs were located in a small satchel which was hung around his neck. The usual for a job like this. Breaking into a factory was not a new kind of assignment for Keys. But still, he would rather go in prepared.

Walking along, it looked as if a few other members had already arrived. He knew it was going to be a small crew, which was honestly better for a job like this. The less people involved, the lower the likelihood that something would go wrong. Finally making his way to the table, he sat down with the trio, listening as they exchanged pleasantries.

"Keys."

His name was offered lightly, not expecting much reaction from it. At least the pay promised to be worth the risk of this mission.

 

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The soft thud of Kivah’s boots brought Das’s eyes up from the deck, but she couldn’t move a muscle before she was scooped up in her old friend’s arms. If Kivah Kivah were anyone else, Das would shoot her, but she was too busy giggling to worry about it.

Haha, hey Kiv!” Das said with a grin. “No boys, just credits and stimcaf. And maybe a few girls, y’know, when I get bored.” She flashed a playful wink, always glad to see Kivah. These few months running on Etti without her had been uneventful, which in their line of work was a good thing, but uneventful was often fething boring. Reggie Reggie likes jobs that wrap up nicely with a little bow, but Das didn’t mind pulling a blaster or squeezing a Corpo for a few extra credits.

She sighed, still smiling. “It’s good to see you.

Das’ eyes cut to where Glade Glade had seemingly materialized from thin air. She was chromed out with more tech than Das had ever seen in person, a true staple of a Denonite shadowrunner. If CAD can’t see you, they can’t kill you. “Glade, right?” Das asked, though she could have deduced. “Welcome aboard!” It was always nice to have one of Darkwire’s bunch. Das wasn’t sure how many survived after CAD’s lockdown, but she wasn’t complaining. Glade would make an excellent addition to the team.

Next to arrive was Keys Keys , a Zeltron who looked like he could use a sandwich. Dad already planned to congratulate a job well done with a hot meal from an Amavikkan friend, Gideon, but she made a mental note to slide him a few portions for the road. Anything she could do to keep good shadowrunners on retainer, or better, interested in joining Code Zero.

Heya Keys,” the teen said with a shine. “I think that’s everybody.

She flicked her cyberdeck on again and swiped the screen, lighting up the abandoned warehouse with a holoprojector. Under its soft green hue, Das started her briefing. “Reggie’s your handler, I’m your eyes in the sky,” she started. “I’m Das.

The mission’s fairly straightforward. CSA’s been holding onto sites that’ll never sell after a corp goes bust, then uses them for all kinds of secret chit. We found one here,” she said, zooming in on an industrial block not far from the spaceport.

To the untrained eye, it looked completely worthless. No proper roadways or paths, only remnants left to eaten up by acid rain without a crew to maintain them. The only thing that made the facility seem noteworthy was the slow-spinning emblem of the Techno Union hovering above it, added by Das herself to bring notice to the site.

A little birdie told us all about TU’s nano-droid project. Microscopic droids that carry information. Really innovative stuff, and TU wants to keep it all shuttered up until they’re ready to drop it proprietary. We’re gonna beta test it for ‘em.” A wry smile formed on her lips.

She pulled three code sticks from her hoodie pocket and tossed one each to the team members. “These are loaded with access codes and scramblers. They should get you through most doors, or confuse the system long enough to take a fusion cutter to ‘em before the alarms set off.

Das used two fingers on the deck to zoom in, displaying a rough schematic of the facility. Colored symbols denoted access points, terminals, and, most importantly, the main lab where the droid samples were stored. She pointed that room out on the map. “This is your target. TU keeps the nanos in transparisteel canister about the size of blaster clip. Intel claims they come 50 to a case, so grab as many as you can destroy the rest.” Thermal detonators, imploder grenades, whatever flavor they like.

Das’ head tilted in an almost childlike manner, eerie to those who’d never worked with her before. She looked around the room, ready to field questions or send them off on speeder bikes.

Any questions?

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Tags:
[CZ] Glade Glade | Keys Keys | Kivah Kivah
[CSA] Serina Calis Serina Calis

 
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Location: Spaceport Southeast II
Tag: Kivah Kivah | Das Das | Keys Keys | Serina Calis Serina Calis



"Keys." Their last crew member.

Glade reacted, like a light switching on for anyone. A little wave, a bright smile flashing behind the scattered flicker of her blinking gizmos and gadgets. A breath of hesitation, "Hey." Her visor tilted a touch towards him, tuning in.

Her head traced toward Das, and a soft bob confirmed her alias. A few strands of stray hair threatened to slip free across her visor, but they were quickly tucked away, neat as ever.

"CSA, mmm." She popped her lips, fingers lacing together as she rested her chin on them. "Always like bein helpful." Beta testing right out the door. Her curling smile curled a bit more, settling into a cheeky corner of her mouth.

Talking about CSA... if this was an old site, she patched in the feed to a right upper chair console, making her chair display visible for everyone nearby. "Nano-sec," she scrunched her nose, her AT-link slipping into the undernet. Her body slackened, half here, half elsewhere. Between Fyor-Droid, her, and the Scylla AI Scylla AI slicing through, they were drowning in CSA data not long after. Mostly mundane information anyone could dig up with a deep search but...

Serina Calis Serina Calis . Glade tried pulling up a floor plan—how fresh it was? Anyone's guess. Ibis their architect was better at this than she was, but a girl's gotta improvise.

"Any questions?" Das asked.

Her eyes, glazed over from the interface, blinked back to reality as she popped her visor up. Big and dark blue seeing the real world for the first time in... way too long. Giving a very slow, innocent blink.

"Yeps, if a canister were'ta, y'know, like fall off the back of a speeder, into a really tiny pocket, then trundle off... is that a hanging offense?" Because, wow, microscopic little information-carrying droids sounded... fun. Beneath her chair, Fyor-Droid buzzed her console, pulsing between excitement and caution.

"And... can the info they carry be memories?" Glade's voice dipped, sneaking little curiosities sitting there waiting to be spoken. Because well. "Data's just memory, isn't it? Just waitin' for someone t'remember it?" Well, okay different priorities for our girl. Memory vaults, hoarding cutlery, psychometry addicts, debt collectors, it was complicated. But for speeders, her ride was ready, snug storage for her chair.
 
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Giving Das another squeeze, Kivah let the human go as more people wandered in to the meet with differing levels of sociability. Not that Kivah knew any of them, wait. The girl in the floaty chair seemed vaguely familiar, something about a speeder race bounced around in her mind but didn't settle. Her tail didn't react to any of them though, so she let it go. "Das you tease, keep dropping hints and you might get somewhere." Following her teasing, she licked her rough tongue up the edge of Das's ear. Seeing her friend had put her in an uncharacteristic mood of late. Getting with her old friend wasn't something she wanted to do, she liked their dynamic and a relationship could only ruin it. They each had secrets that ran too deep, that they couldn't open up about.

So she settled down, resting a hip against one of the tables, and shot Keys the bird. "Get your own kriffing keys, I aint sharing."

The briefing was unexpected, she'd expected... actually something pretty close to this. Maybe not to this level though. Getting paid by the case even reminded her of one of the first jobs she and Das had pulled together, knocking over a hover truck in the rain. And like hover girl, Das had wanted to sequester a few vials away then too. Not really professional, but as long as it didn't take too much out of her pocket or reflect back on her rep. But she figured she should be the one to ask the obvious question. "What's security like? Doubt they're running rent-a-cops or relying on espo response. Also, are we getting a truck or something? Don't exactly want to try and get away carrying boxes by hand." Last time they'd just moved them from the truck to waiting speeders, she didn't think that'd be an option inside a vault or lab or whatever.


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Bad News Bonadan
Location: Bonadan.
Objective: Conduct a surprise security evaluation.
Allies: None.
Opposing Force: Kivah Kivah Glade Glade Keys Keys Das Das


Fate has a wonderful sense of irony, doesn't it?

The landing pad was silent, save for the rhythmic patter of acidic rain against ferrocrete. The shuttle's engines powered down with a low hum, and as the ramp descended, Serina stepped forward, unbothered by the storm's fury. The rain slid harmlessly off her armored bodice and cape, droplets glowing momentarily as they made contact with the faint crimson energy coursing through her attire's intricate designs.

A trio of security personnel stood at attention at the base of the platform, their uniforms crisp, their stances disciplined. Each bore the insignia of the CSA, these three were corporate enforcers trained in counter-intelligence, anti-intrusion tactics, and asset protection.

They were well-trained. Trained to be prey.

Marshal Trennik descended beside her, straightening his uniform before stepping ahead to address the guards.

"Report." His voice was sharp, clipped.

The lead officer, a woman in her early forties with cybernetic augmentations lining the side of her skull, saluted. "All security protocols remain at full efficiency. Automated sentries are operational. Access terminals are secured with biometric encryption. No unauthorized access has been detected within the past ninety cycles."

Serina listened, her piercing blue eyes sweeping across the industrial graveyard surrounding the facility. The main structure, a towering construct of rusted durasteel and reinforced plating, bore the marks of its former life—faded Techno Union insignias, remnants of old scaffolding, and sealed-off manufacturing bays. It was the perfect cover.

A facility designed to be forgotten.

"Acceptable," Trennik acknowledged, glancing toward Serina for approval.

She offered none, merely descending the ramp with measured grace, moving past him as if he did not exist.

The officer tensed as Serina approached but stood firm. The rest of the security detail remained statuesque, their grips tightening slightly on their rifles as the Dark Jedi swept past them.

They feared her.

As they should.

And the inspection begins.

The first checkpoint was a reinforced access terminal embedded into the durasteel walls of the facility's outer perimeter. A biometric scanner, passcode encryption, and heartbeat recognition system worked in unison to deny entry to all but authorized personnel.

Serina tilted her head slightly as she watched Trennik approach the panel and place his palm upon the scanner. A thin red light flickered across his skin, verifying his identity, before the massive security doors groaned open.

"Primitive," she mused.

Trennik blinked. "This is top-of-the-line encryption."

Serina smiled, stepping past him into the dimly lit corridor beyond.

"If I wanted to breach this facility, Marshal, I would be inside before the door had time to close, that or I would hold it open with the Force."

The flicker of unease in his expression was satisfying.

The inspection proceeded efficiently.

The interior corridors were sterile and cold, illuminated by low-energy lighting panels that cast faint shadows against the metallic walls. Security checkpoints were positioned at every major juncture, each manned by guards who straightened under her scrutiny.

She tested their readiness. A sudden flick of her wrist sent a harmless burst of the Force rippling through the air—a silent, invisible shockwave designed to trigger their instincts.

Two of the guards reacted instantly, shifting their stances, their hands twitching toward their weapons.

The third hesitated.

Serina's gaze snapped to him like a predator spotting wounded prey.

"What is your name?" Her voice was silk, smooth and patient.

The guard, a younger man, swallowed. "Officer Vren, ma'am."

"Officer Vren." She stepped closer, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Why did you hesitate?"

"I… I wasn't expecting an attack—"

"Expectation," she interrupted, "When would a thief want you to expect them?"

Vren tensed.

"You hesitated," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "That hesitation is the difference between life and death. Between order and failure."

A heartbeat of silence.

Then, with terrifying suddenness, Serina's hand lashed forward. She seized Vren by the chin, her gloved fingers pressing just enough to make his pulse spike.

His breath hitched. The others did not move.

Serina leaned in, her lips curving into a smirk just inches from his ear. "Hesitate again, and I will ensure you never expect anything again."

She released him.

Vren staggered back, his face drained of color, hands shaking.

Serina turned away, her amusement clear as she continued walking.

Trennik hesitated before clearing his throat. "Continue the tour," he ordered.

The next stops were the armory, where she inspected the storage procedures of prototype weaponry, and the security hub, where the facility's internal surveillance systems fed into a command station manned by a select team of operatives. The facility's automated turrets were tested, scanning drones patrolled corridors, and high-priority data vaults were triple-locked behind encryption barriers.

Serina allowed the security teams to present their protocols, nodding occasionally but offering no praise.

The deeper they ventured, the more she could feel it—something humming beneath the surface, something valuable.

Then, they reached the lower research levels.

A reinforced blast door, sealed with a multi-layered encryption sequence, barred their path. Unlike the rest of the facility, which bore the scars of old industry, this corridor was pristine, automated turrets and security droids lining the entrance.

Behind this door lay what the Corporate Sector Authority valued most.


 


The man watched and listened as brief introductions were shared.

It seemed like he was the odd one out within the group. They each knew one another, at least in some fashion. Of well, he preferred to stay off the grid anyways. Bringing too much attention to your name could lead to trouble. Depending on what corner of the galaxy you travelled. Resting his hands on the table, the Zeltron contemplated any questions of his own that might need answering.


"What about using ion weapons? Are those off the table? Can't imagine your client wants the droids' insides all scrambled."

For now, that was his only question. One of his favorite blaster pistols had an ion setting, but he didn't need credits taken away from this job for messing up their cargo.



Sorry for the delay everyone. Got hit with some IRL stuff, but I should be back to normal posting now
 

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Good questions,” Das said with a perky smile. She felt like a school teacher fielding Q’s from curious pupils… except that her students were a cast of jaded slicers and killers. Or maybe they’re exactly the same—kids are assholes.

She looked to Kivah Kivah first. “Don’t worry, no way we’re piling these babies in a sketchy speeder. There’s a landing pad on the northwest side of the facility where a drop ship will be waiting. If things go sideways,” she said, knowing just how quickly they can, “there’s an alternate location a few clicks east.

Now for Techno Union’s defenses. “Battle droids, knowing them. With the CIS in full swing near Rothana these days, I’m sure TU’s got some fancy new chit to throw around.

Thankfully, most of CIS’s droids failed under sustained ion fire, and to answer Keys Keys … “The nanos are safe in their cases. They’re designed to withstand site-wide EMP attacks so disrupters should be a-okay to tear up battle droids with.

A wry smile on Das’ lips formed when Glade Glade asked about wrist slaps for keeping a sample for herself. “It’s a big galaxy, and a tiny vial,” she answered with a wink. “Just as long as you pass a case to Code Zero and destroy more than you leave behind, we’re straight.

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Tags:
[CZ] Glade Glade | Keys Keys | Kivah Kivah
[CSA] Serina Calis Serina Calis

 

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//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=BONADAN...
//:...objective=TECH-HEIST...
//:...equipment=
Infiltration-Suit, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Heavy Repeater, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp...

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Well that worked. She didn't exactly have a ready-made solution to droids, but blasters tended to work just fine on them. And if they got really stuck in it she had her lightsabers, though she really didn't want to pull those out. People around here didn't know that she'd joined the Kor'ethyr Academy for aspiring little murderers, and she'd prefer to keep it that way. Even if it hadn't really been her idea, some offers you just couldn't turn down. So those would be staying nicely tucked away in the hidden sheaths integrated into her disappearing bodysuit.

The news about the waiting dropship was welcome too, it sure beat trying to source local transport and those things tended to bring plenty of guns and armor, just what they needed to discourage pursuit by over-eager security guards. The rest of the information was a bit of a wash to her other than the slicer geek wanting to pinch a bit for herself. Seriously, what was up with that? Every time... And they said felines were curious.

"Well I'm good then, just shoot me the pilot's contact info and anything else you've got that we'll need." She then shared her current comm code with the group so they could get a network going in case they got separated or just wanted to yell at each other. "I take it you're out techie and slicer on this?" She asked Glade. "What happens when that chair of yours takes a hit?" If Kivah had to carry the other woman out she wouldn't be able to shoot as effectively, and that might also mean less loot unless they found a hover pallet to dump her on. Not to mention all the evidence leaving behind such a high-tech device would likely provide investigators.
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Tags:
[CZ] Glade Glade | Keys Keys | Das Das
[CSA] Serina Calis Serina Calis
 

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