Dropping Doom Sticks like Cherry Bombs

[Racket]

Sith Air Space​

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Ash hung limply off of the cig in Racket's mouth. Did the little rodent notice? Not for a second. Running diagnostics on his ship after it had lurched out of hyperdrive only moments before was customary. Eight data sticks were placed randomly into the three different holoscreens in front of his pilots seat. A holopad was projecting a small planet in the Sith sector which was where he now found himself piloting through trying to go as unnoticed as possible. Word on the Galaxy Chan was Jedi were packing their lunches. WIth a false ship locator on board and unregulated holowork kept his nerves at ease.​

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After a few hours of peaceful travels Racket saw the planet growing in the distance. His scanners began to beep wildly before he shut them off and flip his radio frequency on.​

"Vessel this is Atrisia air space control. Send your files through and wait for conformation to land." ​

RAckets finger hit the upload key while hitting a drag from his cig.​

A few minutes passed. A new cig hung from his lips.​

"Captain Sanderson you are free to land."​

RAcket released smoke onto the screen in front of him as he closed the channel off and engaged for planet side.​

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Meeting​

@[member="Dr.Marie Krasnican"]​

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Two blasters hung on his hips. Their familiar weight begging to be felt by his wrists and palms. Moving down the street with a heavy coat, hood pulled over his head to block out the rain, he scurried behind a man entering a small building with only one door serving as an entrance off of the street side. The inside was cramped and small. A few booths lined the walls while tables littered the main floor. A droid moved towards him. The thing look human enough. It asked him for something. Got the bird.​

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He moved to the booth in the very back of the restaurant and sat with his back against the wall looking at the door. Coat and hood still covering his head. A shadow cast over the table almost made him invisible due to his tiny body size. Eyes darted from person to person. Hands rested on both blaster under his coat. One pulled and aimed under the table.​

 

[Moff Iridius]

This thing was adorable, honestly how often do you see a talking raccoon that wants to buy nukes? Never, that's how often. So Marie would have to give him one for a good price. Though it might be a bit much for the small creature to carry. Walking into the crappy eating establishment Marie was followed by a large man holding a heavy briefcase. This was not going to be a meeting, this was going to be a simple dead drop and go, the raccoon would wire the money to the account given to him within the next five minutes or the nuke would blow. Walking up to the furry boy toy's table Marie and her associate dropped the case next to him. Then left a small napkin next to him with the account number and a time limit that said five minutes.

Walking out now Marie bundled up in her coat and left, she wouldn't want to be anywhere near the rapture when if went off. And speaking of the rapture there was an instruction manual with everything he needed to know about it inside. @[member="Racket"]

 

[Racket]

Eyes followed the old woman walk all the way out of the building. The code on his handheld holo key swiped his thumb print sending the credit wire through. All he could do was wait for the money to go through. From the looks of it his life depended on the bank. A ticking clock reached within a minute before it stopped and the numbers went away entirely. Fracking old people.

His fingers flipped the cases clasps. Lid to the fracker was heavy. Reading the instructions over twice gave him an idea of what he needed to do. Runnig through the manual override took longer than expected. The hardware was techy. High Grade. Fingers went to work furiously. She was a stubborn piece of work. Old lady codes were insane long. The system cracked. The work had been worth it. Now his own pass codes for detonation meant one thing. His new toy was sleeping like a baby. Gripping the brief case with his right hand Racket hopped out of the booth. The heavy case landed behind hind with a solid metal thud. Walking with his head pointed down pushing hard with each step. The stupid thing drug like a dead body. Getting to the counter he stood the case up and pulled out his blaster blowing the head off of the droid at the front desk. Gripping the case RAcket pushed open the door walking out into the rain dragging the case to the street side. The shuttle wanted to help. "No. Launch pad 3701B72."
@[member="Dr.Marie Krasnican"]