The Vulptex
Thief of Thieves. Ninja Master.
Without a word, one burst from the smoke, grabbing the grenade mid-air and chucking it back.“How fortunate. I deliver you to the fine folk here, I get a ticket to what I’m looking for,” Words - banter, he was quite fond on using it as a distraction to mask other noises. With an unlatch from his belt and a ‘click’ of a concussion grenade, he began counting in his head how long until detonation. With the rumbling and soaring of fighters outside, he doubted it would be heard anymore than his blaster fire. “You, on the other hand, get a ticket to a slow and painful death. Works out well for everyone, doesn’t it-?”
Words were cut off by his own sudden toss of the grenade that would soar into the smoke and go off in several seconds. It wasn’t aimed for the greatest effect, rather, used solely as a tool for displacement, trying to oust them from their cover - for its explosion would only serve to disorientate. Closer to him, preferably, though they could certainly go backwards. For one that dressed awfully similar to a Sith, it could be told from their choice of weaponry they were something else.
Then another, throwing a trio of kunai at Vorik. Then another. And another. Within half a second, there were 10 identical fox mask wearing fiends rushing the sith.
Naval Records. She could use those. Identification codes for the Citidel. That, not so much.
Ah...
There was something.
Records of Imperial Wargames. Invasion Plans.
This was it. The Invasion of Coruscant.
All this lingo was slightly unnerving to the Magician. After all, this certainly wasn't the streets of Coruscant anymore. A heist like this was much higher stakes than just getting rich.
Still, the job needed to be done. The Magician dragged the unconscious officer she had found back to the entrance they had made. A simple hole in the wall cut with a plasma torch in a back corridor.