Cortosis Heist [ vs. SSC ]

[inactivechar01]

With the Silver Sanctum Coalition acquiring Bal'demnic, a source of the precious metal known as cortosis, new trade routes opened up leading from the cortosis rich planet towards deeper Silver Sanctum space. That was quite normal considering what cortosis did to the weapons of the Jedi. Due to the rarity and value of the material, the cargo ship had double the security than usual cargo ships carried with them, if they carried any at all. Yet, the illegal side of things was over one step ahead of the good guys. In the end, harm is proactive and protection is reactive.

Forged documents and dressed in the typical attire of the security forces of the ship - duraplast vest, shoulderpads, kneepads and a helmet with a simple HUD and a rangefinder. Nothing too much but still enough to protect the wearer if the wearer cared at least a little for his life. Nonetheless, the plan was to resort to violence if they were revealed. Otherwise it was a simple hijacking plan.

A friendly ship awaited the criminals when the cargo ship would exit hyperspace to adjust its course. That is a destination an hour away from Bal'demnic via hyperspace. During that hour, the outlaws have to secure as much as they could of the cortosis crates towards the escape pods. August did not believe there would be anyone around the shipment but if there was they had to be dispatched silently. Movement on the ship would be safe due to their infiltration's success.

The cargo ship's engines roared as it left its landing pad on Bal'demnic headed to space and eventually to hyperspace.

"You know the plan, wait until we are in hyperspace." August whispered to the outlaws beside him. No one knew the other, only initials.

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F - Augustus Fel

Z - [member="Zarack Arkaos"]

A - [member="Arrya Volan"]

N - [member="Neivon"]

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[member="Coci Heavenshield"] - Letting you know the topic is up, bby. <3

 

[WolfMortum]

Using the initials of their name as call-signs was smart, Zarack was more than happy to merely be on a first name basis with these people as he didn't know them from a bar of soap and therefore couldn't help but keep one eye over his shoulder. Such was the way of this manner of work and he loved it; much younger than the rest, he too adorned the security officers disguise though had seen fit to choose one of lesser rank, that of a mere private for the sake of better fitting into the role and looking the part. His getup consisted of a black jacket atop blue pants, the symbol of the Vessels security team upon the chest and larger imprinted upon his back. At his hip, his holstered SBP-200 light blaster pistol which wasn't a standard weapon for such a team though in Zarack's experience, they didn't always follow typical regulations when it came to personal gear. If they found reason to question him over the side-arm, Zarack mused inwardly over the trouble argument they might have in learning that he was armed with a lightsaber and held much more at his disposal beyond that. Beneath his jackets right arm, his I-R Alpha One Reconnaissance Gauntlet remained hidden, a wonderful little device though non-lethal, it would seek out the schematics of the vessel should he find himself a quiet place in which the sensor emissions wouldn't be noticed; though the best tool in his arsenal currently was the one not on the ship itself but rather the Modified YT-1300 tracking their rendezvous, his vessel known as The Baccara, of whom the Outcasts of Arkaos remained ever so at a distance in the case that this little team of theirs would turn on him. Zarack believed in honor even among thieves though if his new found, temporary allies wanted to do him wrong, he had his trump card hidden away for a safe and quick escape.

Zarack was unaware if the others shared in the thrill that he felt knowing the source of the vessel and why it was protected so, they were hitting a target that was registered under the protection of the Silver Sanctum, a Jedi coalition and the first time interacting with anything even remotely related to them, for he himself. That he might come up against other Force Users excited him and too filled him with fear, a good fear, one that meant every breath and step towards their goal was so much more exhilarating while he imagined what could lay in wait for them around every corridor. Zarack had never faced a Jedi before, and only briefly been trained by a former lady of the Sith.

Nodding to [member="Augustus Fel"], he moved to separate himself from the others. [member="Arrya Volan"] and [member="Neivon"] both setting him on edge though for reasons unknown, the Force seemed to pool around them, erratic and busied whenever Zarack would focus on the presence of the two. Between the three of them, those two seemed to trigger his fight or flight instincts and he didn't like not knowing why. Taking to the rest of the ship and falling into his role, he disappeared around the corner without a word; awaiting the moment in which their covert little operation could begin.

 

[Progflaw99]

She smiled...

Everything up to this point had gone according to plan, almost too smoothly. At least that's how Arrya felt. She reached up, removing the helmet from her head by unlatching the small clip below her chin. The helmet practically rolled off her head, definitely not made for a Twi'lek. Not only was it uncomfortable, but she'd actually started to develop a small headache. She sighed.

"Ya know, they really should look into making these things a little more comfortable."

Arrya clipped the helmet to her vest. It wasn't going to do anything but impede her if she wore it on her head, but she didn't want to be caught without it, at least not by the security manager on board. The vest fit her a little large, her lithe frame smaller than the average, which is definitely what these vests were made for. They weren't anything special, standard security gear. She made an expression of distaste as her eyes examined the rest of the gear. Pity. She missed the comfort of her own gear, and the solid DE-10 clone blasters she normally sported. Sometimes you just had to make concessions. She eyed the others around her, examining them momentarily.

The one she knew as "F" was the one who'd spurred this endeavor. Organizing and putting together this merry little band of misfits. She'd noticed something different two of them when they'd first met. Force users. It wasn't that she particularly disliked force users, but typically she found them arrogant and a liability. She understood the value of the physical and the tangible, these force users... unnatural.

She let her eyes fall on another, the one known as "Z". He too was one of the force users. He may have thought he hid it well, but she could read something about him, as if he were hiding something. She'd have to see if she could identify him after they'd completed their mission here. She got the feeling that he wouldn't be a problem, but her curiosity was piqued for sure. She watched as he walked off, smirking to herself.

Finally, her eyes rested on the last of the group, "N". She could tell when they'd first met that they were alike. Maybe not deep down, but on the outside she recognized a familiar gait, a familiar sureness in his stride. This one she felt most comfortable around, he didn't appear to be a force user. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight, that was for sure.

As she finished her brief observation, she looked back at the others.

"Well, I'm going to get some coffee. Make sure you don't drink any."

She flashed a small vial in her palm before hiding it again. The small vial contained a particularly potent drug, if it was administered correctly, it should dim the wits of anyone who ingested it enough to significantly reduce the threat they might pose. She grinned as she started making her way to the defacto "break room" where most of the off duty guards would be, and maybe even a few of the on duty ones, sneaking to get refreshments. Any little advantage they could have, she intended to make use of.

On her belt, she had a few different pouches, most of them containing standard gear for the role she was playing. A baton, a few tools, a glove pouch, and a blaster. It wasn't anything special but she figured it would do. She passed a few guards in the corridor, a flirty smile cast in their direction. It seemed the guards were mostly contracted individually. They might know each other, but it was like any other security organization, there were always new people being added. She intended to use this to her advantage as well. She smiled as she traversed the corridors, heading for the sweet aroma of coffee.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] |​

 

[Neivon]

Neivon stood near the lounging area. He accepted this request for a raid on a cortosis cargo ship. Not because he would be getting cortosis out of the deal, but mainly because he was trying to avoid Six-Eyes. The nautolan did know about his whereabouts though after setting a bounty on him to track him and keep the Bounty Hunter under the radar. It was of an annoyance. His relic still sat in that University back on Alderaan and there was no way the Nautolan was going to allow him to get it back. Neivon was only allowed to choices: Do the odd jobs for others or the odd jobs for the Nautolan. Neivon didn't want to here his voice for another second, deciding to go on numerous odd jobs for others. He seriously felt more of a mercenary than a bounty hunter. He was supposed to be chasing down 'tax' evaders' as he liked to call them. But at least missions like this were them most tolerable for him. At least he would be getting something that would be used in his own endeavors. Maybe just simply sell it to make a few credits.

Neivon stared at the other crew members, even now, he refused to show his face to anyone. He stared on through his beskar'gam, observing the crewmates. It was truly a colored bunch, but that what was usually the case for team ups from those outside the law. Or in it. Whatever preference people tend to believe. Apparently their code names would be going by their initials, something Neivon didn't care much for. It was a smart way to do things never the less. Neivon checked his gear for what might've been the hundredth time. After the incursion with those weird insects back on Dantooine, he always made sure he had everything so he wouldn't have the trouble of thinking up of backup plans. His gear was just the usual, nothing too fancy. Just a standard electrostaff, a few frag grenades, and a c-300 spec ops interceptor blaster pistol. Along side that came his anti-personnel rockets, grappling hook, and his trusty rocketpack. Bit on the heavy side for sure, but Neivon can easily manage.

Most of Neivon's thoughts were about the apparent dashade which shared his conscious. How some underbelly hutts even got a hold of technology to do that to him Neivon had no idea. He just needed to be careful, he's working with people this time. F was force sensitive, he made that apparent, but Neivon didn't know about Z and A. He had to be careful, he can't let his bloodthirst spike. Not on this mission. It was a heist, which required haste, and lots of it. Besides, Neivon had a reputation he can't destroy.

[member="Arrya Volan"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Augustus Fel"]

 

[inactivechar01]

There were numerous things to be done before they could actually 'acquire' the cortosis shipment. His whole focus was on the operation ahead, the others seemed as ambitious as him to get on with confiscating the shipment of valuable material. August looked from head to toe N - he seemed quite new to this whole criminal business due to the fact that he wasnt much disguised. Luckily, security was not as sophisticated yet. After this the Silver Sanctum would think twice of such chaotic employment of security personnel.

While the twi'lek was complaining from the helmet and taking it off, August stared at her. It would do him good to remember her face, unlike her he was more reluctant of showing his face. Hence, the heir of the Fel dynasty warned her:

"I wouldn't go without a helmet, babe. Cameras might be onboard. Unless you plan on wiping the records after."

He watched her go and do her role - make the rest of the security less capable. The vial she held revealed to him the method.

"Alright, Z and N. We got to get the codes of the escape pods and have a quick access to the cargo if we get uncovered. So we need also access to a command system so we dont end up being locked in some corridors due to a lockdown. " August explained to the two men. "So who is better fit to do what ?"

[member="Neivon"] [member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[Neivon]

Neivon shrugged. He wasn't one particularly skilled in the use of stealth. Blast, he didn't even know how to slice a computer on his own. It was always shoot loud and ask questions later for him. Maybe that's why his escape on the Gjallarhorn when it was blowing up was more on luck than anything else? He did almost die. Neivon stilled didn't know, he could sweep a room with no problem. But head towards places unnoticed? He wasn't exactly equipped for that job.

"Will we be running into any personnel?" It was an important question. He could certainly use his hovercams to scout the area, but there was always be those cameras that might see it as something other than a mouse droid. Small things aren't always seen as harmless.

"If we could, I could send my hovercams out, map out the area for us. Find escape routes, locations of the escape pods, and various other useful information. Could cut our progress in half without having to be find out. Although there is the problem of people seeing any suspicion with a bunch of small bots floating around."

[member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Arrya Volan"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Coffee...

The smell was overpowering as she rounded another corner in the corridor. Ahead she saw an entrance to what appeared to be a small lounge, on the far side a coffee dispenser sat, bolted to the counter of a small kitchenette. Inside there were a few guards, most of them had laid their helmets on tables and appeared to be relaxing. Arrya walked across the room, a few of the guards briefly looking her direction before returning to their conversations. Arriving at the coffee dispenser, she grabbed a small mug off of the rack and began filling it with coffee. As the mug began to fill, she reached up to the lid of the machine, cracking it up just enough to slip the edge of the vial inside the lip of the machine. Inside, the hot water was being heated. The steam burned her fingers lightly as she finished emptying the vial into the machine.

"Ouch!"

She let loose a short string of profanities as she intentionally tipped her mug over onto the counter. Quickly grabbing a nearby rag, she began cleaning up the spilled coffee. Again a few heads turned, looking first at her, then the spilled coffee. They looked over briefly and then again, returned to their conversations. Arrya slyly looked back over he shoulder, observing the few guards in the room. None of them seemed particularly interested, spilled coffee appeared to be a pretty regular occurrence. After she'd finished cleaning up the mess, she didn't bother getting another mug and headed for the door. As she exited, she spoke to herself, just loud enough to be heard.

"Kriffing stupid! I guess I'll go without coffee today, I'm going to be late for shift.."

She exited and turned left, opposite of the way she'd entered from. If her observations were correct, a small security room would be farther down this way. As she approached, she could see there was a small card scanner next to a reinforced door. She walked past it, making a mental not that she would have to swing by again, that's where the camera recordings would be stored. She continued to walk about the ship, heading towards the hold where she knew the Cortosis would be stowed but not directly. She wandered the ship, memorizing the layout in her head, avoiding high suspicion areas like the bridge or armory. She also noted where the escape pods were, they might come in handy later.

She waited patiently for the signal. Too early and they risked interception, if they moved too slow, it would complicate things and could get them caught. She felt a slight shift in the engines. They must be getting prepared, testing the engines before jumping. She wasn't sure how long they had, but she would be ready. So far no one had been suspicious of her, that she'd noticed. She rested her hand on the DL-18 Blaster pistol she'd chosen for the mission, and it blended well with the security staff she'd seen, some of them carrying the same model even. It was cheap, and effective.

Arrya continued pretending to patrol the corridors, taking in as much information as she could. If she passed any of the others, she practically ignored them, intending to be sure she didn't give them away.

[member="Neivon"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Augustus Fel"] spoke through the earpiece subtly embedded into his left side, the small voice-over device letting him hear all that was being said between them despite having already walked away from the group to avoid arousing suspicions. "If these escape pods are anything like public transport, their emergency codes for the release system will be on the bridge in the hands of an officer..." He spoke softly, looking down to the floor as he passed one of the security camera's that kept eyes on the crew and deck. Zarack soon quietened himself as he approached a trio of the crew, all whom turned to look to him in their uniforms, eyeing him as if he were the new recruit of their security personnel. They offered him no words despite their looks saying they thought less of him due to his age yet didn't seem to suspect a thing out of place so Zarack offered that fake polite smile that looked to apologize if only to move passed them quickly with a sense of anxiety he so well flaunted in the face of those that didn't know any better; a former street rat, he had become quite the gifted liar over his days.

His first priority was to ensure that their target was on board, "I'm headed to the cargo hold, will report in when I've confirmed the shipments here..." He told the others through his ear-piece, the cargo itself not the only reason for his seeking the bay floor, but rather it's quiet so that he can finally put his gauntlet to proper use. Descending the steep ladder that was typical of naval vessels, he moved down onto the cargo floor and glanced around for any sign of the vessels maintenance and engineering personnel, the likes of those that would be dealing with the stock being shipped too and fro; rolling up his right sleeve, he then released the I-R's activation and the contraption spread across his forearm, seemingly unwrapping itself and propping up a holo-display offering him several options to choose from. As if touching air itself, he prodded the clear blue screen and sent word back to The Baccara to inform his friends that all was currently well and not to be concerned. After that...-He triggered the sonar pulse.

It came without sound though the pulse lit up the cargo bay floor with a light blue light that spared no corner from its reach. The other floors of the vessel containing its crew would fortunately notice nothing as it was contained within the one room that he stood within yet looking to the display of the gauntlet, he watched as each level of the vessel was sculpted upon the holo-readout, a schematic of the vessel in it's entirety as the pulse traveled through the floors seeking every fiber of the massive ship and coming back with a clear image. "Escape pods line the Port and Starboard (Left and right), they won't be difficult to reach though let's hope we won't need 'em. I've got the cargo bay secured, no one's here for the moment...". Zarack didn't plan on staying longer than he needed too, once the ship would be sent into hyperspace and communications cut because of the warp, they would need to move quickly. The problem was that for the size of the ship, the cargo itself, the security team would be more than your typical skeleton crew. Doubling back, he moved to return in the direction he'd come, searching the walls of the corridors for any sign of a security terminal in order to check the vessels flight status. "Any particular way we want to handle this or are we going to cut them down as soon as we've made the jump...".

[member="Neivon"] | [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[inactivechar01]

August listened to what the othdr criminals' reports were and he pondered over their next course of action. Walking down a corridor of the frigate with the crew compartments being his direction, the blonde realized how many variables were at hand that could change their initial plan greatly. Taking the whole ship by force was out of the question.

Unless they bluffed. Augustus kept that idea of his as a plan B to their whole operation.

"Try to override all the doors from the cargo to the starboard escape pods so the doors stay open at all times, Z." Augustus ordered the man over the comlink. It was a back up plan in case he failed in his quest to get the Captain's key as it was a vital trump in this operation. Since a command console may be sliced and prevent lockdowns, the Captain's Key was what could override it and activate the lockdown leaving the criminals trapped until law enforcement arrived and sent them to the joint.

"A, we need control over those cameras on board, especially when Z will be playing with a whole set of doors. Try making it look like a glitch." The blonde told the twi'lek operative over the comm. First rule was always taking away the senses of your assassination target. Not really different here."

"N, you look like someone who knows a lot about guns. Find the onboard armory of the security and sabotage it. By sabotaging it I mean making it unusable. Remember, stealth is paramount. " The heir to the Fel dynasty spoke over the comm to the last of the outlaws.

Back up plans over back up plans, that was how he was taught to operate.

"Due to safety reasons I didn't tell you how we doing it. I will keep it short." Augustus said over the comm. "The moment this ship hits hyperspace, we have an hour before its exit to readjust. There in real space, a friendly craft with interdictory capabilities will await us to leave this frigate with escape pods. All full with us and cortosis. The ship will gather us quickly and jump to hyperspace."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[Neivon]

The bounty hunter nodded, taking in all the information. It was a solid enough plan. Luckily for them, Neivon did know a lot about weaponry. The problem was his attire, he regretted not refitting himself for the mission. Sure it should've been karking obvious for anyone, but Neivon was always one for being dismissive. A minor weakness. Perhaps he should tell the guards he's a hired bodyguard? Bleh, he didn't know. There will always be people who either believe him, or don't. Neivon decided sticking to the stealthy approach, avoiding as much personnel as possible. He planned to drop his hovercams, they were small enough to be avoided, and it was not anyone would notice. But what if they will? Neivon had also planned on using the cams to understand the patrol patterns of some of the guards here. He finally decided to dismiss it, thinking that it wouldn't be as much of a big deal that he made it out to be.

It took Neivon a while, considering the amount of guards he had to avoid. The ones he did meet contact with, he told them he was a hired bodyguard. Seemed they believed him enough. It must've been a natural occurrence for people like Neivon to be hired. One of them even tried to make conversation with Neivon about his mandalorian armor. It was difficult getting out of that conversation without suspicion, but he managed to cause the guard to refocus on patrol. It was obvious many of these guys were bored with their jobs, hopefully not seeking to attack any intruders which A, Z, F, and him exactly were.

Neivon finally got to the armory, the place was closed off. Two guards stood back the gate. Neivon would either have to find another way in. Or knock one of the guards. Either one could raise suspicion. He decided to continue to investigate the ship. Maybe some opportunity would pop up. For now, he would just have to keep thinking on it.

[member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Arrya had made a few circuits of the main corridors, wondering how they were going to deal with all the guards. If the contact she'd bought the vial from could be trusted, the guards who drank the affected coffee would start to feel drowsy and start hallucinating within about 10 minutes of ingesting the beverage. She passed through what appeared to be a quarters section, small doors on either side of the corridor. She resisted the urge to take a look though, reaching down to her vest where her helmet was clipped. Unclipping it she lifted it to her head as she continued down the corridor. She was now approaching the room she'd identified as the main security camera hub. She suspected there were a few guards inside but thought most of them must be in other places. Arrya had just finished adjusting her helmet once more before arriving in front of the security door. Feigning the movement of scanning a card she looked up at the camera, pointing to the scanner and shaking her head.

*Breathe Arrya... you've got this.*

This is what she was used to, this is where she truly felt alive. She hadn't felt this alive since... since before. She bit her lip slightly as she frustratingly hit her hand on the door, looking back up at the camera with a questioning gesture. She couldn't afford to let herself feel this, not now. One slip up and she'd compromise the whole heist. She wasn't sure if they'd jumped into hyperspace yet, but she knew she needed to get in position. She keyed her mic 3 times, indicating that she was just about in position.

The door in front of her slid open with a hydraulic hiss, a small Trandoshan stood before her, his fingers nervously resting on the grip of his blaster. He grunted before speaking.

"What's the deal, scanner not working? Hmpf. ID?"

The Trandoshan looked at Arrya expectantly, his left hand outstretched, his right resting on his blaster. Behind him, Arrya could see a small work center, a wall of monitors adorned one wall, three other guards sat in chairs. On their heads instead of helmets, were black velvet caps. She noticed immediately that these guards, aside from the one in front of her, were unarmed except for a small holdout blaster clipped to their belts. Her eyes came back to the Trandoshan, she could tell he looked tired. An idea struck her. Raising her fake security badge towards him, she scowled; this part would be easy.

"If you'd believe it, I was told to swap out with you. Looks like I'm on someone's hit list."

She huffed in disgust as she tucked her ID into her vest's left breast pocket.

"Well, get on with it then, enjoy your time off while I'm left here guarding the cameras."

She rolled her eyes hard, slipping past the Trandoshan into the room. One of the guards watching the cameras looked up at her briefly before monitoring the screens once more. The Trandoshan looked bewildered for a moment, but shrugged his shoulders. Time off? Getting paid for nothing? He wasn't about to pass that up. He grunted and disappeared down the corridor, headed for where the quarters were presumably located. Arrya snuck a smile. She was in. She keyed up her mic as she spoke to the guards so that her compatriots could hear what she was saying.

"Well, I guess I get to stare at camera's for a while..."

The disappointment in her voice was feigned, but the way it sounded, she could have convinced a mother goose to hand over her eggs. She let up on the button, cutting off her transmission. She fidgeted for a few minutes, eyeing the cameras. As she was standing there, she removed her helmet, setting it on the desk next to the door. In the cameras she could see the others, noting their locations. She would be ready to overpower the guards here when the time was right, she was also hoping she could figure out the door controls from here. It looked like the main security room as small as it was, and there were only the other three guards with her at the moment, the rest appeared to be about the ship or in the ship's lounge.

[member="Neivon"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Arrya Volan"] came through the ear piece, her voice causing his gaze to shift ever so slightly to the left while he moved passed a few of the crew members, members of the ship itself and not of the security personnel. "Enjoy the view..." He mused quietly in response, soon ducking around to the left and stumbling directly into a pair of patrolmen himself. "H-hey, what's the rush Private..." The larger of the two caught him by the chest and slowed him immediately, Zarack having to step back and refix his attire, straightening his shirt while the female added to her partners question with an almost cautious tone, "Funny, I don't remember your face...-What's your name, kid".

Kark, if he had a credit chip for every time he had killed someone calling him 'Kid'...-His expression went unchanged, keeping his placid exterior with the utmost effort not to retort with a sarcastic remark and only draw more attention to himself; Zarack hated being undermined like he was a child, it'd happened to him all his life and now finally in some semblance of power, he refused to tolerate it. Unfortunately, there were other priorities at stake here other than his ego and he had to force himself to offer a brief smile, allowing now more in the face of the insult.

"Sorry guys..." He shrugged a little, half turning to glance back in the way he'd come, his eyes falling half closed a moment as he built up his aura within the force, channeling it to his center and soon glancing back to the pair, shifting his focus to their minds as he continued, "I've only just been brought onto the job, jumped ship when we were docked. I'm meant to be assisting with the Tech-geeks but my terminal I was at damn near shot itself. I'm looking for another security terminal but...-Don't tell the boss but I'm bloody lost around here..." He chuckled awkwardly, half of it was anxiety as he hoped that he could manage to keep them both fooled simultaneously. "Name's Zarack by the way, Zarack Arkaos..." in his mind he chuckled to himself, a point of pride in leaving a calling card though the name Arkaos meant nothing to legitimate documents, he still hoped it would be a kick in the teeth to the two when they came about and remembered the name; unfortunately he and the others weren't sticking around to see their faces when they realized they'd let him slip by.

"Corridor down there..." The larger bulk of a man pointed back the way he'd come, to where a cross intersection met with the other side of the ship and turned the corner, "On the right several meters down you'll find an auxiliary terminal...-Snap to it, Private!". Who was he to argue with that! Zarack dipped his head appreciatively, smirking abroad before turning and more or less skipping the first step as he quickly huddled off away from the pair none the wiser; oh how the Force worked in such wonderfully mysterious ways...

"Right! Here I am...-The people on duty today are so friendly, the service here really is to die for..." He joked through his communications device, the mic clipped to his collar that the others might hear him. His hands swept across the terminals interface, initiating the system and searching for the maintenance protocols, Zarack really did seem to be enjoying himself and these terminals weren't difficult to manage, it wouldn't even require any rewiring which suited him just fine, he was tech savy but when it came to dismantling things, he was really only skilled at just that, pulling things apart. "Well my wonderful friends of the alphabet..." He'd already forgotten their names; "Open says-a-me...".

Upon every floor the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss and to himself, Zarack smiled confidently; "I can only show you the door, it must be you who enters it..." He added, trying to be all mystical for a moment before chuckling under his breath, "Seriously though...-job's done...".

[member="Neivon"] | [member="Augustus Fel"]

 

[Neivon]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He heard A and Z through his earpiece, seemed some of them were already a step ahead of him. He wanted to grumble to himself, but knew they now had an edge with the cameras and doors. Complaining about his sluggish behavior will have to wait. Even with this control, he felt that it would seem too suspicious yet to assume he could simply tackle the guards protecting the armory and have the cameras disabled along with a door opened. They would still need stealth[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon was carefully looking around the ship. The fact he wore a helmet gave him an edge in looking around, like anyone else on this blasted ship. At least he didn't have to turn around his head to look at things in particular. Even so, it proved difficult for Neivon to quickly gather information on his surroundings without being suspicious. It meant he couldn't simply observe things more closely without risking his cover. And oh how little cover he gave himself. He still grumbled at the fact he probably would have more access around the ship if he was wearing what everyone else was. Maybe Neivon could use negotiation to figure out something. With a curse, Neivon decided to find one of the head guards. If he could convince them, then maybe he could be granted access to their arsenal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With quite the loose plan, Neivon decided to head towards the cockpit, maybe he could find a head guard there. WIth luck, he came upon a more decorated guard then the others way before he had arrived at the cockpit area. They rose a hand a Neivon as if to stop.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Stop where you are, you are not to go any farther,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]" They eyed Neivon from up to down. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"You certainly don't look like any guard I've ever seen,"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon shrugged, seemed like the best way to react. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"I was hired to protect this ship, employer wouldn't give me any details, just a promise on credits."[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Surprisingly enough, like the rest of the guards, this man took in what Neivon said as if it was the truth. He wanted to sigh, but knew how suspicious that would be. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"I see that you're still standing here, is there something I can help you with?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]The guard said. Neivon wanted to curse to himself, for being so much of an airhead as to forget to ask the guard his request.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"I would like to enter the armory,"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon stared at the guard, although neither of them could see through eachother's helmet. He hoped this somewhat level of intimidation might seal the deal. Not to intimidate them, but act as a way to convince them that his intentions weren't sabotage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"And what for, mercenary?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]The head guard asked. Now was the time, he thought over how best and how neutral to make himself sound about the weaponry. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"I've seen the blasters your guards carry, those things won't kill a wompa rat if they ever see one."[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon lowered his voice, to bring more of the effect.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The guard shuffled awkwardly. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"And what might you propose?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"I picked up a few jawa techniques, I can make the guns take on a pack of gundarks if it needs be.." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The guard was hesitating, Neivon smiled. Seemed he was considering the bounty hunter's proposal.[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]"I'm sorry," [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]He finally said. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"We are perfectly fine with the weaponry we have now."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Take it from me, you'll need it,"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon was playing on the guard's unsure mind now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The guard was now shifting his weight around. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Fine, just get out of my face,"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]They reluctantly agreed.[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]"But if you dare point one of them towards the other guards, you're done for." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Neivon crossed his arms, still trying to give the 'I'll do whatever I want' vibe. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Don't worry. You're guards will soon be able to take on zakkegs in no time."[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]The guard sighed, muttering what seemed to be a curse underneath his breath. He watched as the head guard inform the other guards no doubt guarding the armory of the bounty hunter. He shooed with annoyance for Neivon to leave, the bounty hunter did as he was told. He made for his towards the arsenal.[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]"I got access to the armory now,"[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]He whispered, activating the com in his ear. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Disabled weapons, coming up."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Arrya Volan"] | [member="Augustus Fel"][/SIZE]

 

[inactivechar01]

The ship had entered hyperspace.

The blonde outlaw made his way through the corridors of the ship, taking a turbolift to get to the correct deck where the crew compartments were and eventually the captain's quarters. His walk was not fast but it was not slow, a pace that would not raise any suspicion. Although his worry laid upon the guards monitoring the cameras, were they focused enough to read a pattern in his movements, to notice his unusual journey. Even after the confirmation came from A that she had entered the monitoring room, Augustus felt unsafe. Yet, he was glad he had sent her, a female Twi'lek, to gain access to the cameras. Female twi'leks were popular demand among the male population of the galaxy. As far as he understood by her phrase, she had not overpowered the guards over there. Hopefully, that would be a success as well.

"Whatcha doin' here, boy?" A voice came up behind him that almost startled him.

"Got some things to fix." The lie came up fast. Details had to be built later, he had to buy himself time to think of them.

"Oh really ? And whatcha fixin', boy?" The sturdy armored guard asked, suspicious painted all over his body language and tone.

August's eyes within the helmet looked around, his heart starting to pound more as adrenaline slowly began seeping into his veins. Tight corridor, not much room to move, bulkier opponent...and a camera.

Kark.

The Force...

No!

"Look, I haven't signed up here being interrogated like a Jedi by a Sith. I am damn simple electrician by profession, doing this damn guard duty to get some more creds for my damn family. Been fixing faulty conduits on frigates like this one all my damn life. Let me damn fix the conduits on this one in peace or you'd rather risk a massive energy problem on the whole frigate in hyperspace." August's bluff came with a booming and desperate voice. It brought silence upon both of them. Afterwards, then inquisitive man simply left in silence.

The heir to the Fel exhaled a large amount of air. His bluff had worked. Had he passively used the Force ? August was not too sure. The ethereal was something he disliked using.

His walk through the compartments and towards the captain's quarters were safe with no obstacles. He finally reached the door of the captain's quarters, looking around for cameras - there was none. August did not take his time on unlocking the door. A simple and easy procedure considering the simple technology of the lock. The captain would not even know.

Entering the room, August looked around for any danger but there was none. At least none was visible. The captain was on the bridge doing his job but August expected for him to return soon as the ship had made a jump to hyperspace. Now it was time to find the key, most captains usually kept their cards in their quarters in a hidden compartment. They didn't risk having an item that might be used against them on them. August had numerously raided similar ships during his time as a pirate. He'd found hidden spaces for those key cards at the oddest of places in a captain's quarters.

The doors opened.

Cloak!!

Augustus disappeared to the naked eye.

The criminal remained static as the captain entered his quarters. The man looked as cautious as they get, looking around for something until he stopped in front of a simple box. He knelt in front and played with some mechanics when a holoprojection appeared from the box, large as the cloaked man that appeared on it.

"My Lord. I have successfully infiltrated the Coalition's ship of cortosis. Largest they have ever sent back in deeper Coalition space." Augustus' eyes widened at that statement.

"Good, good, my obedient servant you have as always succeeded. How do the rest fare ?" The deep voice of the holoprojection was heard.

"There are five more of us - True Believers. All completely obedient to the Faith and ready to die for it." The captain replied.

"Excellent. Unleash on the Coalition the Hand of Faith, their Repentance will be made with their blood."

"Yes, My Lord. The moment we leave hyperspace, I will send a transmission over the Silver Sanctum channel and detonate the explosives. If my mission is foiled prematurely by some chance, My Lord, the other five Believers all have access to detonators."

"Brilliant, my servant. Your place in the Kingdom is secured. Your actions for the Faith will reward you with prizes beyond your imagination, They are ever just in their rewards and in Their punishments. All for Them, All for the Faith." The holoprojection disappeared and only the muttering words of the captain remained echoing in the empty quarters.

"All for Them, All for the Faith."

There was no more for Augustus to think as he dashed towards the captain, the sleeve gun materializing in his hand. He halted and his cloak finally disappeared, his focus astray from the Force but only at assassinating the target. Almost like the Disciples had taught him. Before he pulled the trigger, the door had already been shut and locked.

Kark.

Even if he hurried now to slice once again the door, the captain would be far away by the time he unlocked it.

"Alphabets." He began with what Z had called everyone. "We've got a serious problem."

"The captain and five more fellows want to bomb the ship just after we leave from hyperspace." Augustus notified them over the comlink as he began working on the door. "Explosives number and locations are unknown. And I am not sure if we will have time to ship ourselves out of the escape pods before this ship explodes. We've got to stop this somehow or devise a plan to leave the ship with the damn cortosis before it explodes into nothing. Ideas and actions are highly appreciated."

For the first time in his life August was stuck thinking for a plan for more than a few minutes. He looked at his watch.

49:28.

Time was ticking away.


((OOC: A bit of plot twist lol hope you like it. And hopefully, it is a good set-up for you guys.))

[member="Arrya Volan"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Zarack Arkaos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Never a simple heist, naturally everything that could go wrong, had to go wrong just to spite him; though Bespin had been bad, at-least robbing the bank there didn't come with a vacuum of space around him just waiting to suck the air from his lungs and freeze him with the feeling of a thousand needled turning his flesh to ice...-Still, at least it wouldn't be a long boring flight, he supposed. Zarack's lightsaber flew from within his jacket to be caught by his right hand with a dry slap against his palm, his left hand moving to his hip and removing the SBP-200 Blaster Pistol from it's holster before kneeling against the wall and raising his right arm to reveal the Reconnaissance Gauntlet once more, the contraption unlocking and expanding to prop up a holo-screen of the layout of the ship along with red blips that moved and resembled every member of the crew and every other person on board that it's sonar pulse had reached out to earlier. The I-R Alpha One was a truly beautiful little device, one that had been funded by the Inquisition Industries that supported the Republic, how on earth they'd agreed to let him work with them was still a mysterious and rather humorous given that his people held allegiances to no one but themselves.

"I count roughly thirty personnel on board, fairly light for a freight ship this size but I'm not complaining. How can we identify these people, either we take them out or someone who knows how to play with explosives can find and disarm them. Personally, I think both are good idea's; just to be sure though...-I've no problem killing them all, I'm just going to put that out there...-In case anyone else was considering it..." He stopped, his tone fading off a moment to chuckle to himself, it might have sounded cold but no witnesses meant no loose ends and from a security terminal, he had access to most of the vessels offensive and defensive functions within the interior of the ship. While he had been speaking into the communications piece, something moved behind him and touched with the back of his head, his eyes widening only briefly before his concentration caught up to his senses and he realized someone had got the drop on him. "DROP YOUR WEAPON!" the armed guard shouted down at him, his blaster pistol in open view though his lightsaber hidden mostly behind his wrist, spun around to face backwards, the power and darkness that had been built up in the weapon from his former Masters use surged through out the hilt and soon coursing through his body, stirring his emotions and fueling his adrenaline for what would come next.

His blaster fell from his grip and hit the ground in a loud clatter, the time that flowed around him almost seemed to slow as his mind and body accelerated with the use of Tutaminis, his muscles being augmented, empowered through the force to work and react far faster than was natural; Zarack turned into the guard, shifting his right shoulder to meet the gun-arm while his hilt ignited and sprayed the corridor in a brilliant light of crimson, the vibrant hum of the weapon finding the mid-section of the officer and piercing him through, the young mans wrist turned to drive the lightsaber up further to arc the blade and cut the officers heart through to his back; his firearm dropping in much the same manner as Zarack had released his while he held the guard against him, his eyes looking passed the quickly deceased to ensure no one else had followed him, glaring down the corridor and waiting only a few select moments before disengaging the blade and turning away so that the man would slump to the ground with a heavy and dull thud.

"One fatality..." His tone had changed, the humor in it had disappeared; "I'd say I'm twenty meters or so from the entrance to the Cargo Hold" he notified the others so that they might devise a new strategy while he returned his lightsaber to his jacket interior and soon picked up his blaster to holster it again. From there he moved to take the guard by both hands, hoisting him up into his arms and walking away in search of a place to hide him. Fortunately, as cliche as it was, he found a maintenance cabinet not far from him with plenty of storage room; while it might have been an awkward shape, he managed to fit the body in enough so to seal the door and move on as if nothing had happened. "Now might be a good time to tell you, F, you might not like it but I've had another vessel on standby in the case you lot turned on me; call me paranoid but I like to cover my ass well. The Baccara's tracking our rendezvous, if needs be she can offer support when we come out of hyperspace...".

[member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Neivon"] | [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[Neivon]

Neivon was cursing to himself as he received the news. Just. Great. He finally, finally would be able to do his part in this mission, but now it looked like they had competition. As a bounty hunter he was never fond of competition. Competition usually died through multiple wounds to the head. Hopefully it wouldn't be any different. They had... what? Five, Six people they need to take care of? Six people they needed to figure out stand out from the crew? Sounded simply enough, but Neivon knew it was anything from simple.

Neivon began setting off his tiny hovercams, he hoped no one would notice them or their insect-like buzzing. Not wanting to raise anymore suspicion, he made his way towards the armory as he claimed before. These guards were already informed about that he would be coming here, better not disappoint. He nodded to them as he entered, although they didn't seem faze at all from his presense. Which was very odd... The moment he entered the place the doors closed on him. Something also extremely confusing. Neivon looked around at the guns then the room, there didn't seem to be any cameras here. And why would there be considering it's just a bunch of weapons to guard with only one door? Neivon called on his earpiece. "I've sent my hovercams, perhaps they could help find anyone more... unusual then the rest," He sent them a signal so they could track the feed, hoping that much could help.

Neivon could easily send them visual feeds through them. He could only hope their small size was small enough to not be truly considered anything. Besides, who looks at ceilings anyways, right? Right? Neivon couldn't help looking at the ceiling himself, he didn't know why. He strodded towards the weapon racks. Checking every single weapon and disabling them. He might as well do something as his drones do something else. The weapons weren't really of revolutionary design, they had the same basic chasis as the many other weapons Neivon those many years back just when he was allowed to hunt in the clans. he just had to set a few wires and such and they would be good as new. Or in this case, completely useless.

With the time that pasted Neivon decided to check his hovercams. They didn't seem to catch anything of significance for the most part, but then caught his eye. He rechecked the video feed of hovercam five seeing the same guard which gave permission to this part of the ship speaking to someone in a much more official uniform, they must've been the captain. He had to raise the volume to hear, even so there was only a few things he could only make out. "There was a little run in with an apparent hired gun on...,"

"Hired... Did you get rid of them?"

"Don't... they... realize they were locked out before it's too late..."

That was all Neivon needed to know. How were these adversaries even able to disguise themselves in such higher status Neivon didn't know. Nor cared. He found one of the men and they were talking to the officer... what? Two minutes ago. He rushed for his earpiece. "This is N again, I found the officer. They're now near the cockpit of the ship, and apparently one of the other five guys too. They were talking to a dressy higher guard there, has a gruggy-smooth voice if you talk to him, can't miss it," Neivon didn't know how else to put it. "And one more thing, they locked me up in the armory, must've assumed I would've caused trouble. And don't worry," Neivon was staring at a vent, remembering what happened on the Gjallarhorn. "I think I might have a way out."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Arrya Volan"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Arrya had been watching everything from her location in the surveillance room, the monitors and screens splayed across the wall in front of her.

She'd heard F when he'd dropped the bombshell that there was much more in play here than was originally thought. She began to gently bite the inside of her cheek. This was becoming increasingly more dangerous and she was beginning to have to revise her plans on the fly. Now they'd have to time things just right... or risk being blown into the vacuum of space when the fanatics decided to explode themselves. She silently shook her head and continued to watch the monitors. She'd seen a number of her comrades, a few of them towards the stern of the ship, a few aft. She watched their progress with anticipation, playing with a few different ideas in her mind about how to take care of the three guards in the room with her. As she scanned the screens she saw Z walking down a corridor, and then stop briefly partially off screen; she could still see his feet though. She watched, wondering what he was up to. Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw a guard come from around a corner, farther down the corridor. She struggled to keep her mouth shut, but she knew she couldn't say anything without compromising her cover. She watched in horror as the guard drew a blaster pistol, aiming it off camera where she assumed Z's head would be. Arrya bit her lip, watching in silence. None of the other guards seemed to have noticed yet.. but she couldn't let them see it.

"Ahh!"

Her shout wasn't loud, but it was sharp. Arrya started dancing around, raising her feet up and down as she continued to make noise. Immediately the guard's eyes were diverted, all of them quizzically giving Arrya a death stare. She stopped dancing about for a moment, blushing and smiling at the guards.

"Oh! I'm sorry... I just... I saw a cockroach..."

She smiled sheepishly. As she smiled at the guards, her eyes caught a brief flash on the screen followed by the guard who'd stumbled upon Z slumping off screen. It was then she heard Z's voice over the comm link. She had to fight not to react. Not only had he just killed one of the guards, but he'd been lying... well... not lying, but intentionally withholding information.

The guards shook their heads collectively for a moment, one of them uttering something under his breath before they all turned back to their screens. She looked in rapid anticipation, trying to catch a glimpse of the monitor she'd been looking at before. She didn't see Z anymore. Arrya scanned the monitors frantically, hoping he didn't suddenly appear, body in tow. It appeared to her the he'd managed to head down a corridor that hadn't been equipped with a camera, Z or the dead body not appearing on any of the monitors in front of her. As she scanned the monitors she saw N begin to approach the armory. She saw him disappear inside, the doors closing behind him. Ironically, the place someone would most likely want to watch, had no cameras installed as far as she could tell. She thought about that for a minute, realizing that she would have to act soon, the doors had just opened, N was in the armory... They'd need to act fast. She needed to disable the cameras, but she also couldn't overlook the fact that there were 3 armed guards in the room.

Arrya bit one corner of her lip, narrowing her eyes. There was one guard to her left, the two in front of her. All of them seemed to be paying particularly close attention to one of the monitors. In horror, Arrya saw the locker close, Z standing beside it. She guessed immediately what he'd just done. As it dawned on her, she began to see the guard farthest from her begin to reach for the console in front of him, his lips slightly parting as he prepared to activate a comm link. She had to act, now.

Reaching down to her belt with lightning reflexes, she'd retrieved the DL-18 blaster, its barrel flicking up towards the console. As it came level with the console it discharged, sending a fiery red bolt screaming towards it. Arrya had fired at the console, the only option she'd seen. She couldn't let the guards be alerted... but now she had three guards to deal with on her own. The console erupted in a shower of sparks, circuitry and wires spraying away from the large hole the blaster bolt had created. The guard sitting in front of the console had been shot backwards as the console erupted, his unprotected head slamming right into the bulkhead, rending him unconscious. The other two had spun around in their seats, looks of surprise on their faces, first looking at the exploded console, then looking at Arrya with her drawn blaster. The smoke hung in the air for a brief moment before Arrya took action.

Swinging the blaster quickly around, she struck the guard closest to her across the temple with the barrel. He slumped in his chair, dropping to the floor as a deep red bruise appeared on his face almost instantly. The last guard had finally started to move, his hand already on the grip of his blaster as Arrya brought the barrel to bear, crouching slightly as she pointed it right between his eyes.

"Don't do it!" She shouted.

Arrya's eyes must have betrayed a slight hesitation because the guard didn't listen, beginning to draw the blaster free of its holster. With his left hand he swatted away the barrel of the DL-18, Arrya's grip just loose enough to allow the blaster to go clattering across the floor towards the console. A short shout of surprise escaped her lips as the man forced himself up out of the chair and into her body, slamming the pair of them against a pair of durasteel cabinets as he aimed the blaster at her face. As the guard's hand wrapped itself around her throat, she glanced downward for a moment and with as much force as she could muster drove her knee directly up into the apex of the man's spread feet. An expletive was issued with much anger from the man, a cough forming in his throat as everything around him seemed forgotten. Arrya took the opportunity to follow up with a hard elbow to the man's face, his body slumping next to the first guard she'd dispatched. Arrya wiped her forehead with her forearm, letting loose a long sigh of relief.

*That could have ended badly*

She moved quickly now, pulling out a few pairs of plasticuffs and binding the men's hands behind them, propping them up against the cabinets. A few minutes had passed, the guards still unconscious. Arrya quickly gathered her blaster from where it lay on the floor, returning it to her holster as she approached the door control. It only took her a few moments to seal and jam the door. No one would be getting in now, she'd have to leave through the maintenance tunnel or the ventilation system. She eyed the vent on the ceiling. It was large enough, she just might be able to fit. While she was contemplating her future plans, she took a knee near the sparking console, removing the door panel close to the floor. Inside was a mess of wires, but she was able to locate an auxiliary circuit breaker inside which she immediately flipped. The sparking and sizzling stopped suddenly as the console lost power, a low hum quickly dying out. She stopped for a moment to listen, the dull hum of the ship in hyperspace pulsing through the ship. As far as she could tell, no one had heard the altercation. Only time would tell. She'd almost forgotten to give her report. lightly depressing the transmit button, she spoke in a calm and even voice despite the mass amounts of adrenaline rushing through her system.

"I've got control of the surveillance room. I'll be able to wipe the footage here soon. I've got three guards tied up, not sure how long they'll be out for. You should be clear aside from the patrols now."

She paused for a moment. It still bothered her that "Z" had secretly had a ship following them. Arrya wasn't completely sure if it was because it made her nervous, or if it was because she hadn't done the same. She shrugged it off, there would be plenty of time to figure it out later. That being said, she made a mental note to look into this "Z" character later. She had a bone to pick with him. With that thought, she went back to the cabinets, looking for something to gag the guards with. She found a few old cleaning rags, grimacing as she shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to gag the guards. Arrya removed her helmet, setting it on the console where the two guards had been seated next to each other, beginning to access the camera control system.

[member="Neivon"] | [member="Zarack Arkaos"] |[member="Augustus Fel"]​

 

[inactivechar01]

Thirty personnel.

That was what Z reported over the comm. Five of them were the captain's underlings ready to detonate this ship. Why ? Why exactly did they have to be on this particular shipment of cortosis. They could've been thinking about the credits they would be getting already rather than hashing out a plan to prevent their deaths by the hands of lunatics. Moreover, Z's lack of reluctance for bloodshed was surprising to August but when he notified him of the man's side plan, the outlaw grimaced under his helmet. He had to keep an eye on the man and not hesitate to put a round in his back should the need come to be.

"As long as we get out of this ship alive, your people don't have to worry about a thing." The criminal spoke firmly through the comm as he proceeded from one hall to the other. Even he did not know where he was going until N reported that he had found half of the fanatics. All headed to the bridge.

Of course. The safest place on board.

This was becoming a mess.

"The bridge is a no go. Half of the ship is going to be there. Considering the shipment its carrying, there might be automated defence systems inside as well." Augustus spoke over the comm. One problem on top of the other.

At least they had the cameras secured thanks to A. Now, more freedom in their actions without someone alerting the whole damn ship. But what action exactly ? Z's idea of slaughtering the whole ship sounded productive but actually was hardly possible to implement.

Think, Fel, think.

An EMP blast.

"I think I might have an idea." August began over the comm as he changed his direction from going to the cockpit towards the engines room. "We need to make a strong enough EMP blast that would knock their detonators off. One way we could accomplish that is by overloading their generators."

Augustus knew very well how dangerous that could be, especially to the one overloading it. Death was possible and success was not even guaranteed, perhaps the EMP blast would not be enough to turn off the detonators. So many odds against the outlaws that Augustus felt frustration seep into his veins.

"A, make sure those guards can't move one bit if you haven't done so. The least I want is a whole alarm-"

"A, raise the alarms. N, when the security comes to the armory to pick their weapons up, lock 'em inside." Augustus began. "Z, you could slice things right ? If there are any automated defence systems on the bridge knock 'em out. When the alarms go off, more than half of the bridge would leave since they are security. N, will lock em in. Both those on and out of shift. Afterwards, we all meet up on the bridge."

"And from there, we improvise." August finally muttered over the comm. "Sounds like a plan ?"

If someone came up with a better idea, the outlaw would gladly hear it out but sometimes the cards you are dealt with are only good for one thing.

Bluff.


[member="Arrya Volan"] [member="Neivon"] [member="Zarack Arkaos"]

[[OOC: You are all free to do suggest and do whatever your character finds right, don't worry. My word is not the law or something like that lol. Don't forget that. You do you. Post is not the best out there but I had 5 hours of sleep x.x ]]

 

[WolfMortum]

He began his quick return towards the security terminal, a slight chuckle escaping him as he jogged back the way he'd come, reaching the corridor wall to which opened up into a panel and displayed the primary security functions that he'd previously been using; "Looks like I left a sour taste in someones mouth..." He spoke to himself with a slight hint of jest in his tone, though he'd never planned on betraying these people, he did have a back up plan in the case he was karked over by the group, trust never was something that came easily in his line of work yet he was surprised by [member="Augustus Fel"]'s tone, Zarack would've expected someone like him, who'd put this job together, would understand better than the others what survival meant in this line of work.

His hands swept the monitor keys, touching pivotal points in the display image opening different sections of the security program doing his best to work around the back-end section of the vessels defense protocols. By no means was he a skilled slicer though he'd toyed about from time to time on the Baccara and most Vessels this size ran on a predictable security mainframe; all he had to do was re-route the power from the Automated defense system to the vessels shields and with enough of an "over-charge" he thought of it, he could knock out both and leave the thing exposed by the time they reached their rendezvous.

Acessing the power grid to the secondary functions of the vessels interior was a little trickier, it was the job for an engineer or tech-hand, whatever they wanted to call them. Using a Security terminal would send a warning sign further down the line to anyone monitoring the security center of the ship yet with so little time, he didn't feel he had much of an option. Finding his access into the back-end of the systems programming, Zarack spoke into the mic of his communications ear-piece whilst altering the power levels to the cruiser. "Now...-We're going to be seeing some slight fluctuations he-..." His tone faded off immediately as the lighting for all levels of the vessel shut off completely; "Well...-That's not the way I wanted to do it but...-" With a sudden flicker of life, the lighting returned yet as he looked to his terminal, someone had already managed to override his access and lock him out of the system further. "Right well...-Like I was saying...-Interior defenses are off, so are the shields. You're very welcome, I'd stick around but they know someones screwing around down here, I'm moving ahead. Will meet you up on deck on the Bridge, F".

He didn't spare any time waiting for responses though he would hear them, his concentration was elsewhere as he searched the nearby corridors for any sign of life, in this he utilized the force and by doing so in such a rush, his presence within the flow of life that surrounded every person on board would be exposed to those sensitive and experienced in its use, revealing himself to be a Force user if they hadn't already known as much. While he moved, Zarack lifted his right arm and pulled his sleeve back to expose the I-R Alpha One, the gauntlet of which mechanized and unveiled the holographic display, keying in the frequency for the Baccara and sending out a short burst transmission, a written message if you will, informing the others that their presence was now known to the one who had planned the job. This wasn't to alarm them but rather ensure that they kept their distance and didn't do anything to intimidate the vessel that they were meant to be meeting upon their exit of hyperspace. Suddenly another thought occurred to him and he slowed immediately to talk back to the others once more, "Quick thought F, what exactly do you expect will happen to the hyper-drive if we release an EMP within the ship while travelling at light-speed. Unless you want us to drop out in a different sector than where your friends are waiting for us, you'll want to time this exactly on point as they drop back out of the warp....-And we'd better hope that motivator is top of the line because that kind of tension could kill the poor sap who's pulling the plug...-Not that I'm an expert or anything, by all means three shares is better than four but it's your funeral...".

[member="Arrya Volan"] | [member="Neivon"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Arrya listened carefully, watching the monitors as her associates progressed. Just as Z was saying something about power fluctuations, the lights flicked off... and then back on. A small indicator light began flashing on the console beside her.

*Kriff*

There must be another security substation nearby, an alternate. Someone there appeared to know of the breach. Z confirmed as much as she watched for a moment before realizing she could do something. She'd gotten pretty good at re-routing subroutines. She wasn't an exert slicer by any means, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Throwing herself into a seat near a console, she went to work, her fingers flying across the keys, a console window appearing on the display in front of her. She began inputting commands, it was time to fight back. While she was at it, she could wipe the camera system from here.

"I'm working on fixing that Z." She spoke into the mic, a hint of determination audible over her rapid keystrokes.

*Damn this guy's good. I'll have to pick up the pace.*

It took a few minutes, but after she'd broken into the systems, she'd disabled the cameras and recording system, purging the databanks where the data had been stored. Now they'd have a clean getaway, or at least they wouldn't know who'd jacked the Cortosis.

"Drives are wiped, cameras are out. If you guys are planning on moving, we need a decision quick. Ain't much time to finish up here before they send people to see what's going on."

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Neivon"] |​