Cookie Factory Rumble

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="5U-K5"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Sakoda Dathu"]​

Spoiler: Equipment

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Mos Wrist Link | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Atzerri. She hadn't been there since that really bad game of Huttball so many months ago. Wait, no, stop. That hadn't been her. That had been her body, with her sister inside of it. Scherezade had never played Huttball, but knew there was a bit arena on the planet just for this purpose, and that crowds came from all over the galaxy to watch the games.

With a sigh, Scherezade stepped off the ramp. She was supposed to meet the rest of the team here; five individuals, herself included, handpicked to handle this mission. She wasn't quite certain why; usually, when missions involved anything that had to do with intelligence, the Ministry preferred to send them forth in ones and twos, but this… This was something different.

She'd read the reports that they had all been sent – the Aeshma, once again. The same cult that had terrorized Confederates before, that had kidnapped them, played with their minds and entered their brains, that had murdered dozens of Knights Obsidian on an unnamed planet, and were still kidnapping children into the Winter dimension. Sometimes, the Confederacy was successful with dealing with Aeshma cells. Sometimes, they were not.

And Scherezade had every intention that this time, they would be.

At the meeting point was a large vehicle waiting to take her and the rest of the team. From the dockyard, they would be transported to the industrial zone, where the cookie factory lay. Scherezade wrinkled her nose at the idea of that. She loathed the smell of sweetness, especially when it was overpowering. The factory, the Ministry of Secrets had learned, was a front. This within itself wasn't really unusual; even the most mundane of buildings could serve as such. Heck, Scherezade's own acid glitter factory operated behind the disguise of a children's toy company.

Getting inside would hardly be a problem.

But once they were inside... They would have to find them. Knowledge of what happened to the birds before they were murdered mid-transmission, knowledge of where within the factory the group was, and uncover what they knew.

Ideally, Scherezade mused, she would enjoy making the place fall into a sinkhole in the ground.

Leaning against the vehicle, the Sithling adjusted her dark shades, and waited for the rest of the group.

 

[5U-K5]

Spoiler: Equipment

1x E-11 Blaster rifle, 2x DL-44 Heavy blaster pistols, vibroblade, 3x dispersal gas grenade, 1x incendiary grenade, 1x dioxsis gas grenade, 1x EMP grenade, Sass.

5U-K5 finished up his final checks of his weaponry, lacking as it was. The battle droid had memories of carrying much larger weapons and being able to drop entire legions with minor difficulty. Now, here he was with a couple of blasters and few grenades about to attack a cookie factory. How the mighty have fallen.

The droid hooked his double heavy blasters to their hosters on his legs and attactched several grenades to his bandolier, taking special care with the EMP. Didn't want to set that off in the middle of the barracks, not again anyway. He fastened the pin straps through the loops, so they would pull as he dettatched them later, a very efficient system. If there was one thing organics excelled at, it was finding more efficient ways of killing each other. He finally picked up his larger blaster rifle and headed out to the rendezvous point to meet those he would be working with.

As he approached he saw a woman leaning against their transport, one of the other members no doubt. He should probably have read the others files, but he prefered to learn about people by watching them in action. Glancing over her person he took note of the weapons he could see, specifically the light sabers. Two of them, aren't these suppose to be semi rare weapons? Why did she have two? Did she really need that many? Perhaps he could bargain for one, or at least some training. "Greetings... Female. I am 5U-K5. I will be your friend for today."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Sakoda Dathu"]

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Armor: Built-In
Decoration: Standard
Equipment: Modular Tri-Blaster, Lockpick Kit, Security Spikes, Anti-Security Blades, Scramble Key, Resonator Key, Uplink Isolator

Nyx reviewed the mission briefing again as she neared the rendezvous point. While she had inserted herself into other Ministry missions, this was one of the first as an actual field agent -- a Raven. Her previous focus as a Rook had been more inter-personal in nature. Establish new relations. Find new resources. Not quite the sort that involved considerable combat or infiltration. Now that would become increasingly common. Sure, the Ministry expected Ravens to be more infiltration and data extraction than say the Crows, but that was about as reassuring as bed linen for armor.

It appeared Scherezade deWinter and an unclassified droid appeared to have already arrived on the scene. Nyx's lightly glowing, red optical units regarded each in turn. "I see you are as well equipped as ever," the droid remarked in an effort to make conversation. Not all of the anticipated personnel had arrived yet.

The unfamiliar droid was regarded once more as well. "Hello. I do not believe we have encountered one another previously." It too seemed to possess a smaller collection of gear for conflict. So far they were well equipped to neutralize hostile units. Should make obtaining access to the databanks easier at least.

Tag: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Sakoda Dathu"] | [member="5U-K5"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Wearing: Youngling Field Kit
Wielding: Paperweight | Subcompact Blaster Pistol | Slicer Datapad | HUD-G Sunglasses

​

The oval silhouette of the YT-2400 light freighter appeared from overhead, as the Alderaan Queen dropped from out of the upper atmosphere of Atzerri. The Intervention was in orbit, off-loading Corellia Digital's merchandise bound for Trader's Plaza in the capital of Talos. Escaping among the other freighters disembarking from the star destroyer, the Corellian ship had slipped away for the rendezvous.

As the ship landed, the small youngling came strolling down from the loading ramp. Attired in a Galactic Alliance varsity jacket, the boy was turning a portable hologame unit around in his hands, as he tested to see if he could get a connection to a Endormon Go server on this planet or not. There was a lightsaber hilt bouncing against his left thigh and a compact blaster pistol soft holstered over his right, both peeking out from beneath where the jacket lay over the a-frame tank that he wore underneath.

Raising his eyes, the boy peered from over the top of his sunglasses as he looked at each of the three people that were there in turn. "Hey, guys," the youth offered, recognizing 5U-K5 and Scherezade. Except, she wasn't going by Scherezade anymore right? Wasn't that the point of having him slice her identity records?

In any case, there was a third person that he didn't know. Turning toward the cybernetic woman, the boy offered, "I'm SJ."

[member="5U-K5"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]​

 

[Sakoda Dathu]

Wearing: "ICU" Mk II Light Armour
Wielding: Scatter Gun, 2x Mandalorian Heavy Blasters, 3 Shock Grenades
Companion/s: "Cujo"
=====

Having finished making the anticipated adjustments on her canine companion, forgoing the missile launcher in favour of the chaingun which was nestled along the spinal region of the construct. The twin tips of the riot shield protruding from the left of the chassis, ready to spring out into action and defend its master from a potential onslaught of blaster fire... she hoped she wouldn't need to use it, durable as the material was it was also not cheap... but better to be out of pocket and alive than rich and desert stew for tusken raiders. "Ready to go boy?" she asked proudly, to which the construct responded with an equally cheerful sounding synthesized bark.

Leaving the comforts and safety of her ship and disembarking down the cargo ramp, her vessel locked itself down in its pilot's absence, hopefully to remain undisturbed until her return. She had a considerable arsenal tucked away on her ship and she would be beyond livid were she to return and find her provisions and ordinance had been pilfered, mercifully (for everyone) no such grand larceny had transpired and she didn't have to learn just have far her vengeance streak would take her.

Ensuring her helmet was properly affixed and locked into position she slid her scatter gun over her shoulder to adhere to her back with the mag clamp, her blasters on either side of her hips as she made due haste to the designated meeting point, she had just minutes to go before she'd be classed as "late" but was confident she would reach the crew before that time elapsed. As she walked down the street she had initially missed the people she was supposed to be meeting, the first person she saw was a young boy, shorter than her even, standing in front of a glamorous looking woman... a mother and her son out for a leisure stroll down the shopping strip.

She did a double take however when she noticed the two droids in close contention to the two of them :: Wait... oh, this is them! :: she mused to herself as she closed in on them, silently thanking herself for wearing a face obscuring helmet and sparing her the faux pas embarrassment of almost walking straight passed the lot of them. "Looks like the whole band is here, I'm Sakoda, say hi Cujo" she announced, to which the construct once again let out a singular, synthetic "happy" bark.

Now that she was in close contention to the motley crew, she couldn't help but notice the assortment of weaponry everyone was bristling with :: Blasters, blasters, blaster rifles, a poodoo ton of cutlery, l---lightsabers!? What the...? :: she observed quietly.

[member="5U-K5"] @Scherezade deWinterhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17618-scherezade-dewinter/ [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Mos Wrist Link | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="5U-K5"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Sakoda Dathu"]

Female. Scherezade looked up from her comlink, grinning as the first droid appeared ([member="5U-K5"]). "Hey there!" she said warmly, "Can I call you Fivu?" Did droids get insulted when you shortened their name? She had a droid herself, an astromech that she'd repurposed and installed some AI's in. Her droid at home got offended by everything. She couldn't count the number of times he'd smcked her and given her an electric shock just because he didn't like what she'd said.

The next to arrive was [member="Nyx N1X3"]. She remembered her from the party with the Viceroys where… Never mind, best not to think of the events that had occurred at that party right just there and then. "I'm thinking about adding explosives to the armoury," she beamed at the droid, "make sure I pack an extra punch, you know?"

The next one though… That had Scherezade pausing. It was the not-really-a-boy, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]. She had not seen him since before her attempt at removing hesrelf from existence, an endeavor that had resulted with her being stuck in the space between dimensions for nine months. "Scherezade," she greetdd him with a nod, letting him know what the actual name to use was. It was a shame she hadn't known he was to come, or she'd have ensured there would be cookies present.

Last but not least, was [member="Sakoda Dathu"]. She recognized that she was a Mandalorian immediately, and yet, Scherezade smiled. This was not a year and a half ago, where her inherited hatred for Mandalorians had been so strong that she attacked every tuna can on sight. She'd learned. She'd evolved. She was perfectly fine with Confederate Mandalorians, and one of them, she even considered her best friend. But, best of all, this one brought her pupper!

Scherezade squeeled and immediately dropped to a knee, arms open wide to accept the droid-doggo into her arms. "Whossa good boy?" she cood him, her, it didn't matter, all doggos were good boys, "Whoossa good boy?!"

It took a few moments for the Sith to collect herself, and stood up again. "Into the vehicle," she pleasantly said to everyone. Was she the mission leader? Were any of them assigned to be as such? Nah. But some things… Were becoming natural to her.

Once inside, the vehicle wasted no time before it began to make their way to the factory.

"We can assume that the Aeshma know we know," she explained. That was one of the reason she hadn't bothered with dressing more incognito or telling anyone to, "The Cookie Factory actually sells cookies. It's considered beloved in a few places around this planet so we don't want to agro the local population too much if we can help it." Her voice gave away how unhappy she was by that notion. Give Scherezade a building, and she would easily find a way to make it crumble. Unless she was told not to. Like in this instant.

"You all have holomaps of the known interior parts. A few points are marked in red to denote potential access areas to the secret compartments that the Aeshma will likely be in. If you spot one of them – hold nothing back. These are the people that will kidnap you and stick needles in your brain or memory cores to pour everything out into jars just for their sick pleasure. I've been on the receiving end of them once and I got out by luck, I don't intend on letting them be able to do that again."

And as though by cue, the vehicle came to a stop. Less than fifty feet from there to the main door.

"Any question?"

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Armor: Built-In
Decoration: Standard
Equipment: Modular Tri-Blaster, Lockpick Kit, Security Spikes, Anti-Security Blades, Scramble Key, Resonator Key, Uplink Isolator
Tag: [member="5U-K5"]

Nyx regarded the woman for a long moment. "I believe that would result in considerable collateral damage, as you already 'pack a punch.'" Perhaps others in the Ministry had not noticed, but their resident droid had examined each of their personnel records and profiles. Every letter committed to encrypted memory with an unintended failsafe builtin. Miss [member="Scherezade deWinter"]'s was quite 'colorful.'

A young boy joined them and after a general introduction turned to regard the metallic female-formed droid. Her dimly glowing, red eyes regarded him in turn. "SJ. I am Nyx." It would be very odd for the Ministry to involve a child, except there had been an opportunity to retrieve details of those assembled for this mission. Nothing substantial, but then sometimes the important things were buried and took time to rediscover, but enough to know he was not just a boy. There was a reason for his being there. Fortunately, Nyx did not possess the moral compass most other droids were saddled with; there would be no objection so long as [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] did not slow them down.

Of course the bloodthirsty one among them was an animal lover. There was a Human expression... something about loving anything on four legs, shooting anything on two. Still, Nyx found herself interested in [member="Sakoda Dathu"]'s Cujo as well. No doubt an agile and able combatant. The canine body would have its uses in the field. If only Nyx could smile. Or knew what emotion it took to know what prompted a genuine smile.

deWinter seemed eager to rustle the crew aboard the vehicle to get the mission underway soon as she finished humoring herself with Cujo. Nyx had no objections and joined her in securing a seat as prompted.

After the rundown, Nyx had only one thing to add. "Please be aware, should the enemy attempt to 'stick needles' in my memory core, all personnel are advised to evacuate the area immediately. Counter-breach protocol will result in the termination of all living or mobile entities." There were no friends when the backup system became operational. Worse, Nyx's memory core would be practically a blank slate afterward. Back ups were not easy to come by either; even a droid had no desire of being picked apart at someone's leisure so they could find vulnerabilities in her code to exploit. "Otherwise, I look forward to cleansing this Cookie Factory of its monsters with you all."

 

[5U-K5]

5U-K5 watched as all the others of their team strolled up to meet them, "You may call me by that if you wish. I am aware of organics lack of fondness of anything with more than two syllabils." Looking over to Sor-Jan, the only face he recognised from the group, "Greeting once again SJ. I look forward to working with on a more perfessional level." While the pair had met and spent a bit of time on the youths ship, most of it was recreational. Then came an animal handler of sorts to which Scherezade immediately started cooing over, "Ladies and Gentlemen, our fearsome leader."

The droid walked onto the transport and took a seat, listening to Scherezade go over the briefing notes on the trip. As the ship approached it's destination 5U connected to the public commnet of the factory and began to quietly probe it for any signs of a hidden network that may belong to the ones they were hunting, before hearing the other droid's comment, "A data failsafe? If it will cause a wipe, I can store a limited amount of your protocols and memories to restore to you in such a case."

The droids search of the commnet supplied him with some of the basic security codes. He could pry for higher level codes later, doing so now could tip off any security forces the group were on their way. He copied the codes onto a datadisk and handed it to [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] "These will open the basic security locks. We'll have to get the higher codes while we are on the move." He also transfered the codes using his internal commlink to [member="Nyx N1X3"] and the robo-hound of [member="Sakoda Dathu"] "Cujo has the codes too. I'll send updated codes if we get them. Just incase we get seperated too much."

After the bump of the ship landing he stood and looked to their fearsome leader [member="Scherezade deWinter"] "Are we allowed to take cookies?"

 

[Sakoda Dathu]

Wearing: "ICU" Mk II Light Armour
Wielding: Scatter Gun, 2x Mandalorian Heavy Blasters, 3 Shock Grenades
Companion/s: "Cujo"
=====

Initial impressions aside, the last reaction she had been expecting from someone bristling with so much weaponry would be to witness them flounder into a cutesy spasm of coos and eccentricities... not that she minded, she was rather proud of the work that had gone into Cujo and if this was how someone chose to express their profound approval, then so be it.

Once the lady had composed herself, it seemed like it was straight to business. Conventional wisdom told her that when the stranger tells you to get into a vehicle you've never seen before that you politely but firmly decline. That kernel of wisdom however didn't encompass when it was your prospective employer or pseudo-boss asking you to get into the vehicle and while Cujo bristled with his own arsenal of weaponry, she wasn't any more pleased about the idea of being in close contention when said arsenal started blasting off. She was of course paranoid, now more so due to the evident presence of lightsabers, ergo, force users. The boy seemed more firmly of the jedi persuasion, but the woman with her brazen display of weaponry gave her the distinct impression she was of a far more brutal breed, perhaps not necessarily sith as she didn't exhibit any of the telltale signs of such. Black cloak, menacing yellow eyes, gnarled appearance... then again, "The Force" could be wielded for deceptive means and she could be using it to mask the more obvious giveaways.

She only had a rudimentary understanding of this wellspring of power that jedi, sith and those in-between made use of, she'd learned that one of the simplest checks off a list was: "You either had it, or you didn't", an egregious point of contention in mandalorian society before her time where any mandalorian found to be what was dubbed "force sensitive" would be subjected to invasive medical procedures, least that's what she'd heard it referred to as. Having taken a simplistic view, severing someone from this force out of fear they may wield it against their fellow mandalorians made about as much sense as severing ones hands off, you needed hands to wield a blade or fire a blaster and if you're worried about that then you may as well remove a potential threats means of utilizing such implements.

Which of course was ridiculous. Admittedly, you could do a lot more damage with The Force than you could with a blaster depending on what you were shooting at or with, but still. Shaking herself mentally of the cobwebs between her ears, she clambered into the vehicle along with the others, whistling sharply for Cujo to follow. Once the vehicle was underway, Scherezade explained the mission parameters and seemed to have a rather sordid, intimate knowledge of just whose door they were going to be blasting down in the very near future. While her comrades couldn't observe her raising her brow in thoughtful fashion, they could certainly hear her when she made a quip in response to deWinter's closing remark. "I thought jedi and other force users didn't believe in luck?" she asked bit parts cheekily and skeptically.

"On another serious note though, what kind of resistance should we expect from these Aeshma thugs? Heavy on the blasters? Prefer up and close engagements with knives and clubs? Swords and hammers? Any of em likely to be throwing a bolt of lightning or gateway to hell our way once the fighting starts? What's their usual go-to method when someone uninvited kicks down their doors?" she queried in a more professional tone.

She hadn't been in a raid before, whatever pockets of antagonism to be found on Eres III was snuffed out before she even picked up her first functioning blaster, not to say she was new to combat... just that training only covered so much and there was no reason for anyone here to know she was green as a blade of grass. Quite unlike Nyx it seemed who had just moments ago explained how worse case scenario she would go berserk if these Aeshma folks tried to fiddle with her memory core, noted. "Cookies are important too" she quipped jovially.

@5U-K5 @Scherezade deWinter @Nyx N1X3 @Sor-Jan Xantha

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Wearing: Youngling Field Kit
Wielding: Paperweight | Subcompact Blaster Pistol | Slicer Datapad | HUD-G Sunglasses

​

Turning his head, the boy's outward demeanor notably shifted when a women of obvious Mandalorian heritage joined the group.

Subconsciously, he checked that his lightsaber was still at his side. Nothing personal, just old habits. After all, he'd fought in the brief hostilities between the United Clans of Mandalore and what had then been known as the Silver Sanctum Coalition -- the union of the Levatine Sanctum and the Silver Jedi Order -- after Mand'alor [member="Vilaz Munin"] had declared an unprovoked war on the Jedi as a matter of the Mandalorians reclaiming their heritage. Instead, it had prompted a Mandalorian Civil War, which had only further dragged Sor-Jan into it when Mandalorian had turned against Mandalorian and turned the planet Mandalore into a smoking ash ball.

Suffice to say, in the last several decades, Sor-Jan had a fair amount of contact with Mandalorians. Some were the best people he'd ever known. Others were bastards the likes of which defied reason. Enough so that he always found himself on guard around them. The current galactic conflict surrounding the Mando'ade did little to assuage the boy's stereotype that little, if anything, had changed in the decade since he'd gone to Mandalore.

As he listened to Scherezade start on the briefing, the boy was struck by the fact that there was no problem that an orbital strike couldn't solve.

Seriously, he had a star destroyer in orbit right now. They could just turn the whole block into a crater and then call it a...

"The Cookie Factory actually sells cookies. It's considered beloved in a few places around this planet so we don't want to agro the local population too much if we can help it."

Ah. So the Confederacy wanted to save face with the locals. Okay, so, maybe put a pin in that orbital strike suggestion. Though, if chit went sideways, he was definitely keeping it in mind.

Accepting the offered datacard from 5U, the boy looked it over before putting it away in a pocket. "I can probably come up with a few alternatives even if we don't locate the higher codes," the boy offered cryptically. A brute force algorithm? A port inject attack? Even if one or both of those failed, he wasn't against telekinetically disassembling the locking mechanism or just cutting his way through the door Qui-Gon Jinn style.

[member="Sakoda Dathu"] | [member="5U-K5"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Mos Wrist Link | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="5U-K5"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Sakoda Dathu"]

[member="Nyx N1X3"] commented about it resulting in considerable collateral damage, drawing a huge smile and enthusiastic nod from Scherezade. She loved collateral damage; it was only the rules of the Confederacy keeping her in check about it. The droid's warning though was well heeded and understood. Safe fail switches. Things you did when you were caught. Some agents, she'd heard, walked around with little pills or vials that would kill them before they gave information up. Scherezade thought it was a bit extreme.

The other droid agreed to her calling him by the name she'd chosen out of his assembly of numbers and letters. Fivu it would be then, for forever. His comments went over her head; how could one focus on a droid being sassy when they had such a good boi to play with?

Back inside the vehicle, it was time to answer people's questions.

"Yes, we can take cookies, but only once we've completed the mission," that last point was super important. She didn't really know these people yet, and she knew how certain people behaved around cookie munchers. As far as she was concerned, they could have all the cookies that they wanted, but they had to do their job first. Often, she found herself envious of people who could eat cookies. Her taste buds couldn't stand the sugary sweetness or the texture of it. She preferred raw liver any day of the week.

Turning to the purple aired woman, she shook her head, "it's a philosophical point of view," she explained, "Some believe that there is no luck, only the Force. But some people don't see the magic of Sithmas either. Choose whatever works for you."

Raising an eyebrow at her beloved slicer, Scherezade grinned. "Don't forget them. They might come super in handy."

There was still the matter of what sort of opposition they would face. To that, she didn't answer as quickly as the other questions, taking a moment to mule it over. "They won't be using sledgehammers," she said, "I've seen them use spells, sleeping gas, drop caverns on people's heads… Full on frontal assault… We have nothing in our records about that."

That didn't mean it wouldn't happen. But it would be the first time. Scherezade loathed dealing with the Aeshma, and the fact that she didn't get to handle taking them out often enough to was a point of concession between her and the Minister of Secrets. She was in the opinion that the Confederacy at large wasn't active enough in dealing with them, and remaining reactive with them would only continue to spell out disaster. Especially since the Confederates had no intention of dealing with the missing children yet, and children were meant to be super important to most people.

The vehicle came to a stop, and Scherezade bounced out, motioning for the others to follow. The factory loomed ahead of them, looking like one of the least friendliest places ever, and yet had that freshly baked cookies smell. It was… Weird.

"I miss the days when I could just make such a building shatter and collapse along with everything in it," she sighed. It wasn't a complete truth. Having been conducted into the Confederacy not two minutes after turning into an adult, she'd never been part of an organization that let her cause carnage and destruction like that. Yet her heart yearned for it, desired it. It was almost like being leashed.

Shaking her head, she then grinned at the others. "I thought about just marching through the front door," she admitted, "Anyone got any better suggestions?"

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Armor: Built-In
Decoration: Standard
Equipment: Modular Tri-Blaster, Lockpick Kit, Security Spikes, Anti-Security Blades, Scramble Key, Resonator Key, Uplink Isolator
Tag: Inline

Nyx looked over at her electronic partner [member="5U-K5"] . "I am afraid there appears to be a block preventing distributing my code onto other platforms. My creator appeared to be quite paranoid about what he commissioned. Unfortunately, I will never be able to ask them why." Perhaps for the same reasons she couldn't tell people about what it was she did "for a living." Her core did appear to be quite good at unauthorized access, unlawful entry, and even exceptional accuracy with blasters. Which faction had built her, she wondered?

The other droid transmitted security codes next, which Nyx accepted with due care. "I see you are equipped for more than combat. This may prove useful if the team is required to split up."

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] drew Nyx's red gaze next. Alternatives? Ah, that explained his presence. Curious how adept the team was at breaking in to fortified locations. Usually such an endeavor was done by a great deal of weaponized individuals with only one technical person. Obviously stealth and maintaining the existence of the factory truly were priority mission objectives.

"Luck is a culmination of events resulting in the statistically improbable, yet desirable outcome. I have not been able to ascertain a repeatable mathematical formula to predict it," Nyx commented aloud. It was an interesting conversation between [member="Sakoda Dathu"] and [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Why shouldn't she say anything? At least she'd learned enough about organics not to ramble on about the minutia. Because they could probably talk for days on the subject.

Once they arrived on location, Nyx hopped out of the vehicle with a soft metallic click of her feet on the ground. Her optical units pivoted toward the bladeswoman. "It would be more efficient in neutralizing any threats. However, there would be political fallout afterward that may complicate future endeavors." Yes, the droid completely understood where Scherezade was coming from. Seeing as she lacked moral programming she did not view the woman as being wrong -- provided it was a net positive outcome from such action. In this case it would be net negative.

"Infiltration aboard a resupply container would be more covert." Obviously Scherezade's discontent was having her propose just waltzing in and begging people to give her a reason to shoot them. "An underground passageway would otherwise suffice. Approaching closer on foot may be noticed an raise alarm."

 

[5U-K5]

5U followed the coversation as the others discussed what to do and how to do it. The primary concern was how to enter the building and save public face, "Luck is just the universe balancing the scales. Speaking of, why don't we do all of those things to get into the building?" The droid turned to [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and stared for a moment. "We have a sith. Why not have the crazy sith go in light sabers swinging, cutting a hole in the side of the wall or door or security guard to go through. She wreaks havoc for a few minutes, causing a distraction, killing people and, most importantly, drawing fire."

He then gestured to the rest of the gang and continued, "Then we, the heroes of the story, come in and join the fray." Looking back to the Sith woman, now speaking with a tone that could easily be mistaken as glea, "Eventually we take you down and save the day. If a few ne'er do wells get caught in the crossfire because they started shooting at us, the good guys, then no tears shall be shed, as you organics like to say. And should the universal scales be tilted in our favour no-one will see your face when you enter and we can say the crazy sith was vaopourised/minced/whatever and you can leave with us. If not you can play dead and we just carry your body out. That way if anyone does bring it to the attention of the higher ups, they have a perfectly reasonable excuse for us charging in."

5U shrugged slightly, "Just a thought." As he waited for the others unanimous approval of his amazing plan, he filled the plan in a new memory section he laballed 'Politics'. One way or another he was going to get what he wanted from this group, even if some of them died in the process.

[member="Sakoda Dathu"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]

 

[Sakoda Dathu]

Wearing: "ICU" Mk II Light Armour
Wielding: Scatter Gun, 2x Mandalorian Heavy Blasters, 3 Shock Grenades
Companion/s: "Cujo"
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She had put it out of her mind since first seeing him, but now it had reached the point where she just couldn't ignore it any longer, not that it was an "issue" per say but what others seemed to be nonplussed by was only exacerbating her own confusion as to why no one else had said anything about it. The kid remarked how he could possibly conjure up some exemplary codes and while she had no abject reason to dismiss his proclamation she could only go by face value at this point of the operation, which in turn led her to asking--- "Just how young are you kid? Not for nothing but you don't exactly look like you're old enough to be storming into a cookie factory to clear out a mob of cultists, let alone slicing security systems, no offense" she remarked in as little a patronizing tone as she could muster, she wasn't trying to antagonize and was fully expecting a strong rebuff or stoic declaration from the child but there was no take backsies in life, least not in the one she was living.

Upon hearing de Winter's accounting of the enemies capabilities, she gave a mild shrug. "Alright... can't really prepare for spells but the other details you mentioned? No problem" she declared confidently. She then listened to the rest of what the woman had to say, concluding with the brazen suggestion of just going through the front door, bold to say the least, she thought. She opened her mouth to respond but closed it, grateful for the obscuring helmet over her head that masked her gaffe as she listened to the input of the others, she personally liked Nyx's idea, no sense starting the engagement early if there was potential to get further behind "enemy lines" without them being aware. There's fighting hard and there is fighting smart, given the option she'd always opt for the latter herself. "Sneaking in before we let our presence be known does sound like the smart play here" she concurred.

When the droid declared an idea of its own she had to use all her self discipline not to make an audible snicker through the auditory filter of her helmet. "Fives here also makes a compelling suggestion, if stealth isn't the go-to option then divide and conquer sounds like the next best thing, can't imagine anything besides a rampaging rancor drawing attention away from a saber wielding sith... which would make slipping in past their peripherals all the easier" she commented. She also wanted to quip how this "sith" before her was surprisingly... cute, and mellow. Nothing at all like the picture she had painted in her mind of what a sith looked or acted like.

@5U-K5 @Scherezade deWinter @Nyx N1X3 @Sor-Jan Xantha

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Hands tucked behind his head, the young Anzat listened as the adults talked.

It had the benefit of allowing him the mental space in which to mull over each of their ideas. The cyborg was immediately speaking his language. Going in the back way, making use of less frequented sections reserved for supply or freight was precisely the strategy that Sor-Jan would have employed were this an assignment that the Jedi Council had given him and his padawan.

"Just how young are you kid?"

Turning his head, the tow-headed youth found himself looking up at a girl that seemed Mandalorian. Or else, maybe she just liked armor.

Straightening up as he addressed the woman, the fledgling vampire said, "Me? I'm only sixty... uh? What year is it?" He trailed off for a minute. Was it 854? No, it was 855? And he was born in 69 BBY, but had skipped from 19 BBY to 844 ABY so... that made him, what? There was nothing like doing public math. "Sixty-four," the boy offered finally. Yes, he was sure.

Well, he thought he was sure in any case.

Another thirty years, he'd have another growth spurt. Which was always strange, because then he'd actually have to buy new shoes. It was rather remarkable just how long that a pair of kid's shoes could last on an Anzat.

Of course, practically no clothes or shoes manufacturer made kids stuff to last, because they just figured that the whole galaxy just immediately grew out of them. So that could be annoying.

Returning to the topic at hand, the boy looked up at Scherezade as he said, "I like the idea of trying to gather more intelligence on how they resupply the factory." Giving a slight nod in the direction of the cyborg, he added, "There's a back door into everything. And freight elevators tend to go places that ordinary lifts might not."