Down and Dirty

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"] | Currently : Laekia , Briefing Room



Folding tables with rolling chairs sat in neat rows in the white-walled room. It was plain by all accounts. In front of her was a datapad, open to the information file of a planet known as Filth. It lay just outside Freespace and honestly Delila did not know much about it. Absent mindedly she clicked a pen on-and-off a few times, studying the file.


The room was filled with several others, studying their own screens. Yet their screens did not have any information on Filth. Most were looking at files of other planets just outside Sanctum space. Small groups of soldiers were being paired off and given orders. Nothing incredibly major. Reconn. Intelligence. Retrieval of items. All fairly standard in her book for any military -- even one based on values that could lean more pacifist than others.


Finally, Delila had to speak up to the commanding officer. She had no group.


"Sir, am I going in alone?"


"No, we have a man known as Nidor coming in to assist you. This is delicate and we need some folks with experience. According to flight control he should be arriving shortly."


"Understood."


Delila's blue-green eyes turned back to her information file. She turned to their mission file. A rogue group had acquired what was known as a syned I obelisk. Rumor had it they were on Filth with the object, trying to unload it via a third party or middleman. The Sanctum wanted it, especially due to its rumored powers and projections.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

The military cargo hauler they had booked him arrived on time but just barely. The heavy quad engines were an old familiar sound as it had carried him from the civilian starport to the Levantine Patroller facility. His heavyduty duffle bag held nearly everything he owned. The tripple stitched green water proof cloth desinged to keep kit safe and dry while he suffered whatever climates his mission required. He carried his sniper rifle case and flight bag in his hand as he exited the speeder shuttle from the flightl line to the battalion HQ.

Sun was bright on his face as he walked in. He approched the duty officer and set down his bags.

"Nidor, Rahn C." he said as he looked at the man and wondered who he was getting teamed with.

"You're cleared to go through." the officer said flopping a secured package on the counter. "This was left for you the briefing room is left 4 hatches down on the right."

"Yut." Rhan said as he took the package, "punch me through?"

"Will do." the man behind the desk said as he reached for a small palm pad that opened the secured door.

Rhan grabbed his bag and offered a brief wave, he was saluting, and walked through the door. He walked along pulling open the package as he went. Inside were several items: a datapad, new comlink, several pieces of flimsi and a couple data cards. He turned on the pad as he approached the breifing room and walked in and looked for an open seat.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


Delila was at her table, writing down several notes about the geography of the area. It was hard to consult a map in the middle of an assignment if things got hairy. Small, crude sketches were filling up a small notebook. She wasn't worried about losing it. If anyone found it there would just be notes on various buildings and streets. Perhaps it belonged to some up and coming thug. Maybe a hitman. It was that ambiguous enough.


Flipping through another section of her information file, a movement caught the corner of her eye. The same soldier on Bosph. Interesting man during their small interaction. Seemed to love her gun and explosives, so that was certainly a mark of a decent person in her book. Since the room wasn't totally quite -- small groups were collaborating after all -- Delila could speak up.


"Didn't expect you to visit Free Space so soon Gunny."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

His dark eyes quickly scanned the room as he walked in and he noted several groups of twos. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he looked for some brass to tell him who he was looking for. He checked the dossier on filth and the background of the world. He was teamed with Patroller Castillon but he had no image of the person and the name didn't ring a bell.

He looked over to a woman sitting alone writting in a flimsi page notebook and recognized the red hair and strong jawline from that mission on Bosph. She had had a beauty of a weapon. He smiled politely as she looked,athim and called him Gunny.

"I didn't expect to get called back so soon, Captain." he replied walking over and setting his bag beside the table. He set his other gear to the side and lay the breifing pavkage down in front of himself as he sat. He was at least lucky enough to get paired with someone who knew what they were doing. A lot of the kids out there didn't know a sitrep from a from a debrief.

"So, what do we have?" he asked, "I just got the package and only made it to the Junkscape maps."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"Well....it looks like they are sending us old folks on a wild bantha chase." Delila shook her head just slightly. She was flipping through the datapad screens, the redhead was searching for the object they were supposed to be finding. The screen had a small image of a black obelisk with various writings inscribed onto it it. The file continued with a host of known information on the item.


"Apparently someone hoisted it off the planet. Some say its useless off planet. Some say if the writing can be cracked it will reveal secrets." Delila paused and shrugged. "If you ask me Gunny it seems like a host of Jedi nonsense. But....this is how we're going to be earning our paycheck for the week. Tracking it down and bringing it back here to Laekia."


"Reports have the item shacked up here." She put a finger on her crude map, a tallish building in the center of a trading district. All possibly very shady. "No doubt security is tight, this ain't exactly a good neighborhood."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Hey hey now, gently aged please." He said as he faked being hurt over being called old. Rhan looked over at the 'pad as she was cycling through screens. His arms on the table as he leaned forward to share the screen with the woman. His mind on the objective more than the fact he had the same information on his own datapad.

"This saber-jockey stuff should all be tossed into a sun." He said, "All this mystic junk is half of what's wrong with the galaxy as it is." He looked over the obelisk again and the site where she said that was a probable spot for it to be and began crunching numbers in his head. "What are we going in with and what is our cover?"

He looked up and realized he had gotten rather close to the woman while he was looking at the screen and couldn't help but notice she was either prettier this time around or he hadn't gotten a good look before. His eyes flicked over her face before he cleared his throat and reminded himself this was a mission.

"I brought some gear already that might help in the environment. We may need a ship with smuggling compartments or enough credits to make people not care."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"Yeah, we're going to have to 'borrow' a ship with some little stowaway compartments. As for credits, there is an account already set up for this assignment. I cannot guarantee the legitimacy of said account so lets not dig too deep into that one."


Delila chose to ignore the Jedi comments before they were sitting here all day, bashing the little wizards. She leaned back in her chair, away from the screen. The redhead forgot her glasses, a must when doing long hours of datapad work. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening and blinking a few times, as if that would change the clarity of objects around her.


"Sorry. Anyways, we're going in with whatever guns we feel like packing. I've got tricks up my sleeve, don't you worry. As for cover. Well. I'm unsure. We could be posing as fleecers....middlemen for a rich buyer. We could pose as rich buyers ourselves but no rich folk would be coming to Filth to buy it themselves. As long as we keep our backgrounds shady I will be happy."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Rhan pulled out a small pocket sized flimsi memo book and a graphite tipped writing device and began making notes. His mental calculations of what was needed and what he thought he may be able to liberate from one place or another all went down until he was sure it looked like a list belonging to a smuggler more than a commando, but truth be told their was little difference between special forces and criminal when the titles were stripped away, commandos usually just got paid less.

"Alright, well, I'll go and see what we can "liberate" for transportation. As for a cover, I like the middlemen idea, so when I get the ship I'll see if i can get the ship registered with a few fake transponders and have a story to correspond."

He looked at her for a moment. She looked like she needed a break and he hadn't stopped to eat or drink.

"Do you wanna show an old man the mess hall and a caf machine while we go over the game plan?" he said sitting back in his seat, "The galley food on that last flight would have made a Hutt scratch his chins."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"I cannot let a senior citizen starve. Come on Grandpa, lets go "liberate" some chow from the mess hall."


Getting up, Delila stretched a little. She swore she heard a joint pop. Talk about getting old, her entire body sounded like that of an eighty year old. There was little need to collect the datapads. From here on out was the assignment and the last thing they needed was the information falling into another's hands. Instead she simply shut the machines down and grabbed their notes.


Delila waited for Gunny as he collected his stuff before quietly moving out of the room. The redhead rolled her shoulders --sitting too long -- as they walked along. Hopefully the mess hall food was edible today. Depended who was on duty she had found out. Dells was fairly certain she almost chipped a tooth on a piece of toast the other morning. Maybe she should stick to caf and fruit or some nonsense today.


"Way they keep calling you up, might as well join. Although I'm sure they are paying you more than they do us already enlisted."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Grandpa?" he said trying not to grin, "well you better respect your elders there missy."

He put his hands on the small of his back and leaned untila dull pop sounded and followed the woman tiward the chow hall. He had to admit the flecks of grey in the sides of his short black hair gave away he wasn't a spring nuna but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve and experience went a long way with some things.

"I've thought about it." he replied to the joining up comment as he adjusted his gear on his shoulder, an old injury not quite healed right reminded him getting shot was a bad idea, "But they are paying pretty well, in fact, how about you let an old warhorse spring for grub?" he added as they walked into the mess hall and were met by a big board of the day's menu. He wondered how much of it looked like what it was supposed to be.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Rhan Nidor"]


"A wise woman never turns down free food." Well, anyone with half a brain shouldn't turn down free food. Even if the food may be questionably prepared. Delila was probably going to let Nidor off easy today though. It wasn't like she was busting the doors down for mess hall chow. There was no reason to hold up the line though and the redhead grabbed a caf mug as she passed the station with plates and utensils.


She grabbed a few creamers, glancing back to Gunny.


"After your stomach settles from this....delicious meal...." No doubt the 'old warhorse' had an iron stomach though. It wasn't as if chow hall food was first class the galaxy over. "...We start working on our assignment. I'm sure I can liberate some assets for us."


Delila took a muffin. Caf and pastry, better to play it safe.