Evelyn Shaw
Snowbird
Mere days had passed since returning from vacation, and already Amea had found them a new job to undertake. There was an item that the client wanted ‘acquired’, supposedly something stolen from them and had found its way to a museum. Details had been sparse, but Amea had drawn out enough to feel content this wouldn’t land them in major trouble.
They had learned that particular lesson before. A previous job that had them just about escaping a situation that would have drawn a lot of targets on their back. Though neither of them had been too daunted by it, and had bounced back shortly after.
A sense of excitement filled the ship as they began planning the mission. First order of business was researching the location. And it became immediately apparent the place was just a typical public museum. Opened up to the general populace throughout the day. But a little bit of digging and they discovered a little secret.
The city’s rich elite used the venue to gather, to show off their wealth and bid in auctions. It happened every so often, roughly once a month. Once the doors closed to the public the interior was shifted to host the wealthy, and it just so happened the next event was happening in a few days time.
It gave the pair enough time to physically scout out the building. However, Amea immediately picked up on an issue the moment she set foot inside. They had Ysalamir, or Void Stone, or something else entirely that was located on the premises. A security measure no doubt, one that pretty much took out Amea’s Mechu-deru.
Nonetheless, the couple ventured into the museum during the day. Posing as any other citizens taking in the artwork on the display. All the while discreetly taking notes of numerous other things. Cameras and their blindspots, security checkpoints, patrols, eavesdropping on conversation, the list went on. They left no stone unturned, and left the museum with a wealth of knowledge to plan against.
That same night was dedicated to figuring out a way into the premises. A rooftop break-in was the first idea, but something in Evelyn’s mind was wary about that approach. She pulled up the HoloNet and asked Amea to work her hacking magic. Cracking through various firewalls and protections to access the private site that advertised the museum to their rich clientele.
Sure enough, underneath their ‘Security’ section was images of the rooftops being heavily guarded during the event. That was immediately crossed off. However, Evelyn was soon on track of another solution.
Recalling a conversation they had overheard, the museum had a number of their cleaning staff resign out of protest. Apparently the workload had gotten increasingly busy and hectic, with no sign of a pay rise. So the museum’s curator had to rely on reaching out to any and all local services to make up for the loss of employees.
It was a perfect avenue to gain access, and after a quick mock up of credentials, Evelyn became ‘Amelia Hargrove’. All that was left was gathering the practical equipment.
The Echani felt it was the perfect opportunity to dust off her old sneaking suit, or ‘catsuit’ as Amea jokingly called it. Plenty of teasing and sassy comebacks were shared between the two as Evelyn made sure the suit still fit. Namely catching Amea a number of times getting distracted from her own preparations.
But by the time of the event was going to happen, they were ready. Evelyn had donned her suit and concealed it between a set of work overalls. Hair tucked up into a ball cap. She wheeled her janitor’s cart up and through the museum’s staff entrance. A few feet in and she was stopped by a guard with a datapad in hand.
“You’re part of the cleaning staff tonight I take it?”
“That’s correct, my name’s Amelia Hargrove.”
The guard looked at his datapad, going over the information on display. Although, he did peek back up a couple times, looking at Evelyn.
“You seem very...young to be a janitor?”
She just shrugged. “Ehh, you know how it is. Gotta make some credits somehow.”
Her words seemed to satisfy the guard somewhat, although he still appeared a bit wary. A few seconds later however, his commlink crackled to life.
“Mhm...yes I understand si-no I understand completely I…” Evelyn guessed it was the curator on the other end, the very apparent frustration in his voice made it apparent what kind of mood the man was in. The guard sighed, and mutely signalled for her to head on in.
Evelyn waited until she was further in, out of earshot from the guard before she reached up and activated the earpiece hidden within her left ear.
“Alright, we’re in.”
They had learned that particular lesson before. A previous job that had them just about escaping a situation that would have drawn a lot of targets on their back. Though neither of them had been too daunted by it, and had bounced back shortly after.
A sense of excitement filled the ship as they began planning the mission. First order of business was researching the location. And it became immediately apparent the place was just a typical public museum. Opened up to the general populace throughout the day. But a little bit of digging and they discovered a little secret.
The city’s rich elite used the venue to gather, to show off their wealth and bid in auctions. It happened every so often, roughly once a month. Once the doors closed to the public the interior was shifted to host the wealthy, and it just so happened the next event was happening in a few days time.
It gave the pair enough time to physically scout out the building. However, Amea immediately picked up on an issue the moment she set foot inside. They had Ysalamir, or Void Stone, or something else entirely that was located on the premises. A security measure no doubt, one that pretty much took out Amea’s Mechu-deru.
Nonetheless, the couple ventured into the museum during the day. Posing as any other citizens taking in the artwork on the display. All the while discreetly taking notes of numerous other things. Cameras and their blindspots, security checkpoints, patrols, eavesdropping on conversation, the list went on. They left no stone unturned, and left the museum with a wealth of knowledge to plan against.
That same night was dedicated to figuring out a way into the premises. A rooftop break-in was the first idea, but something in Evelyn’s mind was wary about that approach. She pulled up the HoloNet and asked Amea to work her hacking magic. Cracking through various firewalls and protections to access the private site that advertised the museum to their rich clientele.
Sure enough, underneath their ‘Security’ section was images of the rooftops being heavily guarded during the event. That was immediately crossed off. However, Evelyn was soon on track of another solution.
Recalling a conversation they had overheard, the museum had a number of their cleaning staff resign out of protest. Apparently the workload had gotten increasingly busy and hectic, with no sign of a pay rise. So the museum’s curator had to rely on reaching out to any and all local services to make up for the loss of employees.
It was a perfect avenue to gain access, and after a quick mock up of credentials, Evelyn became ‘Amelia Hargrove’. All that was left was gathering the practical equipment.
The Echani felt it was the perfect opportunity to dust off her old sneaking suit, or ‘catsuit’ as Amea jokingly called it. Plenty of teasing and sassy comebacks were shared between the two as Evelyn made sure the suit still fit. Namely catching Amea a number of times getting distracted from her own preparations.
But by the time of the event was going to happen, they were ready. Evelyn had donned her suit and concealed it between a set of work overalls. Hair tucked up into a ball cap. She wheeled her janitor’s cart up and through the museum’s staff entrance. A few feet in and she was stopped by a guard with a datapad in hand.
“You’re part of the cleaning staff tonight I take it?”
“That’s correct, my name’s Amelia Hargrove.”
The guard looked at his datapad, going over the information on display. Although, he did peek back up a couple times, looking at Evelyn.
“You seem very...young to be a janitor?”
She just shrugged. “Ehh, you know how it is. Gotta make some credits somehow.”
Her words seemed to satisfy the guard somewhat, although he still appeared a bit wary. A few seconds later however, his commlink crackled to life.
“Mhm...yes I understand si-no I understand completely I…” Evelyn guessed it was the curator on the other end, the very apparent frustration in his voice made it apparent what kind of mood the man was in. The guard sighed, and mutely signalled for her to head on in.
Evelyn waited until she was further in, out of earshot from the guard before she reached up and activated the earpiece hidden within her left ear.
“Alright, we’re in.”
