It would be easy work to set up a temporary communications block on the Villa. Longs as you are able to play it cool once you are in for at least a few minuets. However there is an unknown time that it will remain active. Once it has been noticed that network will likely go into a hard reset by an on hand technician. Something I simply have no power over on such a short amount of time. At tops it will take them about ten minuets to realise they cannot do anything software side then giving us an extra five for the systems to be rebooted. Meaning Mr. Baldor would need to get me there straight to the hub.
As everyone sat to eat that she awkwardly and politely refused she worked on altering a few toys to do the job. There others would hear the sounds of soldering and the furious sounds of typing. Once finished she would set them out in a orderly fashion next to her.
Once they had finished eating Dedata would hand two spikes and one that was a tube with a makeshift button to Ivory each of them with a unique function inscribes on the side. One was had a different colour on top. Dedata would type on her datapad.
"Blue is local emp. This will give you chance to breath if things go side ways. Green is for you to connect your holoprojector to, once inserted to any access point your should get a map of the villa. The white is a key that should open most doors though it will take a few moments to work.
"
Dedata | Celty Ree
Ivory understood, as Celty explained her idea. It was a good plan - one they would use. The Donna made sure everyone understood; a lot could happen in ten minutes, and she was certain her team could accomplish what they needed to do in that time-frame.
When the helmeted Slicer returned and presented her tools, Ivory could not help but be impressed... Already, the woman was showing her value. The Donna listened intently as the Slicer explained, then pocketed them, repeating her words back: "Blue is an EMP; should buy us a few minutes if necessary. Green is to access a map of the layout. Very helpful. White is a key that should open doors... but we'll need a few moments."
She nodded and thanked the woman, feeling a small pang of empathy for frightening her so...
Maybe she'd been wrong. The sudden rush of anger at her secrets being brought to light had been... over-powering. Such was The Dark Side. Ivory understood this, intimately. There was no use in apologizing now... but perhaps later, once the wounds had healed.
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Gabriel Lynch
Slung around his shoulders was the brown leather straps of the holster where nestled against his side under one arm was his signature
Colt.45 Slugthrower Pistol, acquired from one of his more discrete ventures whilst working for The Donna; The details of which only they would know, and never speak of again.
The sight of the antique (and frankly, unique) blaster had brought a twinkle to Ivory's eye. She'd always held a fondness for the old-fashioned powerful hand-cannons, considering them bygone relics of an ancient age - similar, some might say, to the Lightsaber - but even as a relic, the weapon was absolutely lethal in the hands of a trained Marksman. Which Gabriel was. She approached her Enforcer during a private moment in the hotel room, sharing a private word with him; a quiet, charming laugh, then requesting to see the weapon he carried. For a few moments, she admired its' rugged beauty, sleek lines, and worn finish; her eyes easily picking up the sights as she aligned them on a glass resting on a table. The click-click-clack of the action was smooth as silk.
She returned the weapon to her soldier and patted him on the shoulder. She'd put Aurelius with the girl because she wanted Gabriel at her side when the bullets and blasters started firing. She knew what the grizzled killer could do, and the blaster he carried signified the career he'd chosen. They shared a silent look, and left it at that.
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Diocletian Kahmen’’a
Unless they were the high fashion police
Ivory was not, in fact, The High Fashion Police.
Much later after the meal, he went back to his ship to gather all his weapons and conceal them and that they were impossible to spot. But can be retrieved if needed. He had settled at the back of the speeder along with Ivory, Gabriel and Tony. For the first time, Diocletian did not hate working with the group he is in, he kinda likes them.
Almost.
As the group finally settled in, The Donna inspected each of her people silently; analyzing them, evaluating whom she could trust from the most to the least. Amongst all her people, she felt no concern over any of them... including the Ubese Bounty Hunter. Though he was the newest addition, she was impressed with his demeanor: his state of relaxed readiness, like that of a predator waiting to strike its' unaware prey. She couldn't help but hide a grin, looking at the way the masked hunter lounged in the back of the speeder.
She knew, in that moment, she could count on him to do whatever he had to to see their mission to the end.
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He put the key in the speeder's ignition, revving the bike for good measure, and then they were off to the proverbial races.
Aurelius Baldor
The thunderous roar of the Dullahan made The Donna's head turn. She grinned, showing her teeth in a way that might be familiar if the Devaronian caught it; an envious, excited smile. The Devaronian Crime Lord Extraordinaire definitely looked at home on the powerful speeder bike. Like it was made for him. In the echoing open space of the underground garage, she could feel the idling hum of the powerful engine in her belly. It made her want one just like it.
She gave a two-finger salute to her comrade, then sat down in the speeder alongside her fellows.
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Once everyone had eaten, the next stage of the mission starts, as everyone was put into team of 2 with Tone joining the main team. Tone had brought all his necessary equipment and full concealed so it does not get spotted, eager to make use of them and have some fun. Excitement. nervousness, maybe a bit scared and perhaps some nausea is what Tone feeling of what's to come.
Tony Boleoti
The Donna could feel the nervous energy radiating from the young man like an aura. Amongst all of them, he was probably the one least used to a life of crime. She knew his time in the Jedi had been short, but the life of honorable living had a way of turning bad men good and good men better. Still... he'd chosen to join them, chosen to adopt The Family as his own, and chosen to continue when she'd given her people space enough to decide for themselves what they wanted.
For all his youth and lack of experience, she was impressed that he conquered his fears. That meant he was committed. It also meant he might just belong. She would be watching him during this final phase of the mission... but not to see if he would fail.
She would be watching to see how well he would succeed.
The trip through the desert was a long one.
It took them just over an hour to reach the coordinates where Diocletian and Gabriel had set up their reconnaissance. By the time they stopped a short distance away, the sun was high in the sky and a breeze whipped up sand and dust. If anyone was watching, she was certain they'd have already identified the approach of the two vehicles.
So long as they stuck to the plan, it wouldn't matter.
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Aurelius and DeData split from the group, as their imprint would be smaller and more difficult to trace. Once they reached a spot nearby what they'd ascertained was the rear entrance of the underground launch platform, they'd be able to get close enough for the Slicer woman to do what she could: Hack the system, delay communications, and if possible, attempt to gain entry to their software. If the primary team was able to gain access to the inside of the building (preferably eliminated or disabling the security system), they would open the doors and get the Devaronian and the helmeted, silent newcomer inside the Complex.
If everything went pear-shaped, the powerful speeder bike would help the duo meet them as quickly as possible as The Family made their escape. Nobody would be left behind.
The Main Team, consisting of Gabriel, Ivory herself, Diocletian, and Tony, headed directly for what they believed to be the main entrance to the underground complex they were certain was Jautos Maurin's domicile.
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Their landspeeder pulled to a stop in a whirlwind of dust.
Ivory was the first to disembark. She was dressed in the same attire she'd worn earlier in the day; looking like an Administrator and Director, while her comrades were dressed in the outfits of surveyors and workmen. She supervised as the three men unloaded the gear they'd brought to complete the con: A hand-held scanner with an attached read-out and battery pack, a portable seismic detector (which doubled as a concealed scanner for identifying hidden or buried electrical cables), small deployable radar "mines" (which actually acted as low-yield limpet mines, in case they needed to do some "rush" demolitions), and a box of tools which concealed whatever larger weapons the group couldn't carry immediately on their person.
As her team readied their gear, Ivory took a moment to survey their surroundings. They were alone...
The alcove was well-concealed; hidden behind a berm which allowed it to blend naturally with the terrain. Sand crunched underfoot as the group of four entered the enclosed space. Around them, sand and dust gave way to metallic walls. The hallway curved slightly to the right then took a gradual decline. Overhead, a number of lights lit their path; soft lighting, but intense enough to make Ivory squint. It did nothing to allay the tingling in her eyes from the dust and sudden change in illumination from bright daylight to subdued ambience.
At the end of the hallway, an armored door sat fitted into the wall. Ivory bade her team stop a few feet away and she approached alone.
Suddenly, a silver ball extended out of the very center of the door. Its' metallic eye-stalk poked and prodded at the air as it looked from her to the group behind them, then let out a whirring noise before it spoke:
"Huhhuhhuhhuh. What'chu want? Can't come in. Who you are?" It rattled.
A
TT-8L/Y7 "Gatekeeper" Droid. Ivory hated these damn things.
She put on a smile and offered a wave.
"Hello. Gwendoline Allos. Kallu'Kai Survey Team, out of Coruscant. I'm afraid there was a... bit of a misunderstanding, earlier today, involving members of my team. I believe the Utapau City Council called ahead. We're expected?" 
Ivory Stroud
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