Nocturne City

[Sola Tymon]

s o l a _ t y m o n

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General Rane's Gala, Nar Shadda, Y'Toub System, the Mid Rim.
Interacting with: [member=Evoros]; [member="Hazel Zanteres"]; [member="Itash Mecetti"].​

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With a dull click, the door locked shut behind her. Abandoning her facade, Luyioth took in a jog about the room to search for anything unbecoming. The head chef's office was a simple room: it had one door connected to hallway near the kitchens on one side and a simple window on the other, with a desk in the middle of the room and a few trophies and books set up on the shelves. From the displayed accolades and awards, it would seem General Rane spared no expense in hiring a gourmet chef to run his kitchens. It begged the question: how much did he trust him with his system?

Luyioth set herself down at the chef's desk, tossing her hat onto the table to replace it with her VR headset yet again. After fitting it snug to her face, she moved to produce her own computer and set it beside the chefs, where she then reached over to boot up the chef's own computer: naturally, it was secured with a password. Producing a pair of leads from her pack, she connected her computer to the chefs and began her standard routine for forced entry: probing followed by executing, depending on what she found. While the computer was much more secure than the datapad - evidently, security being in the interest of the general's system administrator - she did force her way in.

Prodding around the computer and its access to the gala's closed network, she found that while the head chef did have elevated privileges, he didn't have administrator privileges; she'd assumed as much, with the track record of security so far. She pursed her lips in mild frustration as she dug through her own files, finding a simple probing script to execute. The script, given a moment to run, told her what she needed to know: what users were on the system. While it didn't tell her their rights, she could guess: the security station user likely had elevated rights as well, but the frankly named 'admin' user was what she was after.

Luyioth stopped for a moment to think. Presumably, they had defensive slicers standing by, and if they tracked her to the head chef's office she would be in no end of trouble: with only one door going in and out and the window being too high up to jump from, she'd be trapped and captured; and if the level of security so far is anything to go by, then they would be good. For this reason, it was natural to assume that she only had a limited window once she took down security. In the back of her mind, a dastardly idea started to form... one that, after some more investigation, she found was feasible.

"I'm starting to make my way in now..." she began, speaking into her holocommunicator as she continued her work, "They're probably going to catch on once I do it, so I'll only have so much time to help you before they figure out where I am. Just tell me once you're all ready." Looking over the desk, Luyioth found an abandoned half-empty glass of water, which she fought against herself not to drink: she was nervous, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. No matter which way it went, it'd be close - uncomfortably close.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"]​

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He wondered if that was true.

But then Itash got distracted by the swaying of hips and he simply admired the view for a moment or two. Long enough to notice that the pretty woman who had passed him was studying him, in return Hazel was gifted with a dazzling smile and a wink. It was clear that those two were up to something, too much casual passiveness and eyes darting from one obstacle to the next to truly be here for watching the show. No, something told Itash that they were interested in partaking, even if it wasn't in the way the General hoped.

But.

That wasn't his business- Ita had been quite interested in getting a number or getting some more from the enigmatic woman, but the Tapani nobleman wasn't one to trail after prey running away. If there were more important things on her mind?

Then clearly she didn't deserve a night with him anyway.

"Well, time to get this show started then." Itash mumbled, before beginning the stride. It took him past another table with dozens on dozens of glasses. He couldn't help himself and took another glass - champagne this time - before sipping off it lightly. It did taste quite excellent, he would admit that with no concern. Next to the podium were a set of doors that led further into the complex. Presumably that was where they would keep some of the art and artifacts on display.

Already Itash was reaching out towards the guard stationed in front of it.

From his very youth Ita had realized that he could do things other children weren't capable of. It was difficult to describe... but people around him had energy around them. He could see it as plain as day and yet nobody else seem to notice. The older he got, the more Mecetti managed to manipulate that energy- tug at it hard enough and the prey became unwell. Push at it firmly enough and they would start doing things that he wanted them to do.

"This area is restricted, sir." The older security guard stated just as Ita pushed at him and then immediately followed it up with a pretty smile. "You don't see me."

Silence.

Then the guard's eyes glassed over. "I... don't see you."

"You will go about your business."

This time the tone was less hesitating, as if the guard was starting to accept this new reality enfolding in front of him. "I will go about my business."

"Carry on."

The guard relaxed and Itash passed him by, pushing the door open and slipping into the backroom.

 

[Evoros]

"Alright, we're moving faster than we planned," she told Zanteres the moment they were out of the crowd's earshot, voice flat and humorless and entirely missing the smiles of a minute ago. Might as well be a different person.

Depending on how you looked at things, that was exactly the case.

"I have the layout of the defenses down, once we disable security it'll be in and out without a hassle."

That was the plan. Plans had a dreadful tendency to go wrong. Tonight it was almost certain to go wrong (someone else turning up to rob the same treasures did seem to point in that direction). But Evoros liked thinking ahead. If they got there first, things would go right without a hitch. If they had company by the time they reached the vault - well, things would go right anyway.

"You're set?" Evoros gave the blonde barely a moment to decide. "Grand."

She found her own communicator.
"We're ready."

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"]​

 

[Sola Tymon]

s o l a _ t y m o n

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General Rane's Gala, Nar Shadda, Y'Toub System, the Mid Rim.
Interacting with: [member=Evoros]; [member="Hazel Zanteres"]; [member="Itash Mecetti"].​

"We're ready."
The words buzzed in her earpiece, making her gut flip a little. Sola was nervous: if she didn't execute this right, she'd be captured, need not mention what would happen to the others. Yet, she had faith in her plan - nerves were just part and parcel.
"Alright, hold on just a second..." she replied as she adjusted the windows and data-streams in her headset. She hadn't spent waiting for their go idly - rather, she'd been slowly setting up her means to seize the administrator account. Most of the work she could do herself, but she was uncomfortably banking on one thing...

Just as the thought of banking on that one thing occurred to Sola, a mail notification popped up in the corner of the chef's computer screen. Opening it up and quickly reading it, a response to a message sent under the guise of the head janitor querying about a network function, brought a smug smirk to her face: he'd just given away the last bit of information she needed. She didn't bother sending a reply - before long, she'd be fighting him over control of the network anyway. Promptly, she reached over to her own computer to do the last of what she needed to do: polish off a few scripts she'd made for the attack, and running a few programs of choice for delaying and tracking counter-slicers.

After taking a deep, preliminary breath in, Sola began her attack. With the help of a few seeds she planted only minutes earlier, she forced the chef's computer to reboot logged in as the system administrator: yet, she set it up a spoof to log that the system administrator had logged in from the janitors office. This wasn't unusual behavior, so while she was still theoretically safe, she wasn't going to waste time. Swiftly closing, opening and adjusting several windows between both both computers and her VR headset, she moved on to abruptly delete the security station user and seize the system administrator account by forcing the details to change and ejecting all other logging in computers from the user. She hadn't so much taken down security as much as she had become the entirety of security - and everything else on the system, for that matter.

If they hadn't noticed yet, they were about to, and they had a definite advantage over her: they had manpower. If she wasn't going to get caught, she needed to send them on a wild goose chase. While she'd already spoofed the source from the janitor's office, she could do more now that she had unrestricted access privileges: she executed one of the scripts she polished off moments earlier, setting it to begin periodically tampering with random users from a select list: deleting their logs, tampering with their privileges, anything that she could do to send them on a wild goose hunt. A handful of users were set not to be tampered with, including the head chef's office: they'd eventually figure out what was happening, so security moving on these rooms would be her queue to begin her escape.

Now, after shifting the windows spread across the three screens for yet a third time, Sola uploaded her last resort: a series of scripts set to indiscriminately delete everything planted throughout the system, a final means to deny them access to the system if she's either successfully countersliced or needs to escape. With everything in place, she spoke into her holocommunicator yet again:
"I have complete access, E, but they're going to be scrambling to find me." While she spoke, she never stopped typing: her hands continued to shift and twist, swapping between either keyboard unpredictably. She continued as she brought security footage of the rooms associated with the users not set to randomly change into the corner of her headset. "Call out what you need and I'll help you for as long as I can, but I'm going to have to burn and run eventually. Security'll stay down, but you'll be on your own." She spoke rushed - on the verge of difficult to hear, even - but she spoke regardless.

Quietly, she prayed to something for their success. The stakes were high and she certainly felt it.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

The moment they had disappeared from the eye of the crowd, Hazel raised an eyebrow towards Evoros a similar thought running through the Hapan's mind.

She had thought things were moving sooner than planned, but wasn't about to complain. Hazel was use to it, had years of experience of things not going according to plan. Nor was she particularly surprised when Evoros had suddenly seemed to snap to a different persona entirely.

For the most part, the Hapan was here as an extra pair of eyes, ears and hands. Evoros was the one who was taking point on this heist, but it wasn't exactly a bad idea to have someone else to keep on eye on things.

"You're set?"

Hazel had barely gave a nod in response before Evoros had spoken again. Straight to the point, no room to waste any time.

It made her wonder what exactly had pushed things ahead of schedule.

[member="Evoros"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Finally; show time.

The Munin had already calculated his moves before they were given the green light. It was going to be a big path to get to his primary destination. Not that it would bother him, but there was going to be a trail of a mess behind him. Nasty and messy.

With his rifle he aimed carefully at the guard nearest to him and fire a single, accurate blaster bolt at his face. Without his silencer the shot would be heard and the whole operation would an immediate unsuccessful mission; however, things didn't had to go that way in this scenario. The guard did made low grunt as the beam of energy struck at his head and scorched his head, and fell on the grey solid floor.

One down, how many the feth to go.

After his first victim, he immediately went to work on the second hostile. A simple, lethal Kaminoan Poison Dart did the trick with the guard looking at what poke him which was then too late for him to realize he was poisoned and then fell to his death.

So far, so good.

​[member="Janeth Farr"] [member="Faceless"] [member="Mheralis"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"]

He wandered into the backroom and immediately three sets of rifles were aimed at him.

Old vintage Tenloss ones, rusty, but very dependable in the right situations. This... was not the right situation. Not for Itash anyway, who was already feeling the slick wet and cold shine of transpiration starting to gather at the back of his neck, not intensified to beads, but if these barrels weren't leaving his head soon?

They would be in the immediate future.

"Who the kark are you!"

"The feth you thinking, huh, huh?!"

"Kriff you doing here?!!"

None of those voices sounded particularly pleasant and as Itash raised his hands in surrender, he noticed that their faces weren't all too pleasant either. Old faces, dead eyes and scars running aplenty through lips, eyes and cheeks. These were the faces of those who had seen plenty of fights and grown old amidst them.

Dangerous.

Time to put your game-face on, Tash.

"I... am a friend." Tug. They immediately halted in their stride to punch him in the face with their rifle stock. Confusion settled in.

"You..."

"...are..."

"...a friend?"

There was still a fight there and Itash could sense how he was rapidly losing them. Strong minds, set in their ways, they knew who they were, knew what they were fighting for and what they were protecting. New information and data didn't find the shattered grooves of the unwise and indecisive shells.

"The General's cousin, in fact."

"Cou..."

"wot?"

"...sin?"

Itash pushed this time and sudden flashes of memories came with the word cousin, binding it together with this particular brand of beautiful face.

"Oh."

"Yes. Of course!"

"Wot?"

And there it was. They were his now and the rest of the thing would be a cake-walk, what could possibly go wrong? Nothing, absolutely nothing, together with his new honor guard Itash would stride into the vault and take whatever he wanted. His new friends would certainly not mind doing their share in the carrying, of course. No, there was absolutely no way that this could possible go wro-

Intruder alert.

Feth.

From around the corner a droid suddenly arrived and Itash could feel his mouth go dry. No... this wasn't according to the plan, no, no, no, this was really bad.

The three guards looked over their shoulder in confusion, one of them was half-way through "Oh, it's okay, Dee-Four, this is the General's-" When Itash slammed a command in their minds. Before the droid could turn hostile, before the jig could possibly be up, the three guards suddenly rose their rifles and started shooting.

The droid's fail-safe mechanisms took over and returned fire. (Only the vault and the General were programmed shut in his coding, the rest was noise and secondary.)

Itash dove behind a few crates.

Feth. feth. feth.

 

[Janeth Farr]

FREIGHTER DEPOT
Killing With Team 2

Janeth brought the speeder in low and fast, giving Mheralis the clear line of fire she needed to take out a few perimeter guards, but at the same time made it too late to slow down. When the hunk of durasteel hit the ground, it slid across rather than landing smoothly. Janeth hopped out and drew her pistol, frying the brains of a guard running for their long-range comms. The team had to be careful not to let a single word out, if they did then their mission had failed far before it began.

"Move in on the central position and keep bringing these bastards down." She alerted the rest of her team. It was somewhat of an odd crew, though it all worked out in the end. First there was [member="Faceless"], a mercenary brought in for his skill with a rifle. She looked up at the tower where the guard had been slain. Indeed she didn't need further proof of his handiwork.

Then there was Mandalore, [member="Vilaz Munin"]--leader of the Mandalorians, but perhaps not of the same class you might expect from the sole ruler of a warrior culture. He was certainly skilled in battle, but his demeanor suggested that he tolerated his position more so than he loved it. Still, having him in the Collective was a great asset for them all, and his skill in battle was certainly not in need of testing.

Finally she looked back to [member="Mheralis"], the newcomer. Already she went out of the way to prove her value to the organization. A gun for hire? Maybe there was more to it than that, but only time would tell. For now Janeth kept to the killing path, and made her way towards the center of the depot. There the freighters were lined up in reserve. She could already see the pilots rushing to the ships in the distance.

She opened comms. "Faceless, Mandalore, I need you two to take out those pilots. Mheralis and I will secure the ships."

 

[Faceless]

Faceless
Team Two
Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Overwatch for team two

Janeth's voice came over comms as Faceless pulled the bolt of his rifle, letting the empty casing fall out of the chamber and clatter to the floor, allowing a new one to take its place as he'd bolt the round into the chamber. From where he was, he had a pretty good view on the freighters yet he knew even he couldn't take all of them out but he wasn't alone. He had a Mandalorian assisting him, together they could get the job done easy. The Imperial voice rang over the communications; "Overwatch copies. Mandalore, let us pick them off like carrion birds. Be swift, lest any guards try to show up. I'll keep you covered."

Looking back down his scope, he began to line up his shot and make his adjustments to ensure that each shot was a killing blow upon his intended target and let out a very simple transmission; "Firing."

Suppressed shot after suppressed shot came whistling out of the slugthrower rifle towards the running pilots. He started at the very back and worked his way forward, that way those at the front wouldn't know that their friends were dropping like flies behind them immediately, it would take them several moments to stop and look over their shoulders and it was that few moments between each kill that gave him the chance to bolt a new round, line up his shot and fire. Each shot undoubtedly struck true, they weren't trying to dodge the fire and whilst the pilots were rushing, a simple bit of target leading solved that issue quickly. The Collective had asked for his help to pull this job off and he wasn't exactly willing to let them or his reputation down. Like all marksmen who utilized slugthrower weaponry however, he needed to reload.

"Reloading, Mandalore, finish them off."

He knew he could count on a Mandalorian to do the mopping up, it was a simple matter of watching him and covering him to prevent any guards walking in on their silent killings.

[member="Janeth Farr"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member='Mheralis']

 

[Evoros]

"Not a problem, darling. We won't need long."

On that note, she pressed a button on her communicator and with that the pair were off.

General Raza Rane had grown paranoid since his years of work with the One Sith. When he had finally ended his silence, he had to be certain he would be safe from whoever came through those doors. The building was dripping with cameras, guards, defenses.

Luckily, she and Hazel had two advantages.

Number one: they knew where these defenses were. Evoros had only been able to mark the security layout for the front rooms and hallways - skulking around in backrooms would cause exactly the kind of attention this mission had been designed to avoid - but their chances of being spotted were a great deal lower if only those last stops were unknown.

Number two: a slicer.

She was relaxed about the threat of the mission (as far as she was concerned, there would be none) but rather concerned about how successful it would be if they dawdled too long. So they moved quickly, navigating hallways and defenses as faint sounds of jazz music played over their footsteps, several corridors away. Second nature.

But when they reached the corridor that led to the vault-

Pew .................Pew pew .................. pew
Pew ...........................................................pew pew
pew

Feth.
"Looks like we're late."

She thought for a moment - chit, Itash was hopelessly lacking in subtlety. Alright. They could work with this.

"Alright, doc, we need to deal with the droid. I'll go in first, you shoot. We can go from there."

Ugh.

With that, she turned the corner, making sure she had the droid's attention away from Zanteres before she rushed to find a hiding place.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

A job's a job. Being security personnel for a week wasn't that bad while he tried to accumulate money to patch up his armor from his last bigger paycheck. Hence, he was seen wondering around with no armor. Just your regular spacer's clothes and a holstered pistol.

He was just returning from nuking the resting facilities when he decided to hide behind some crates as an event was unfolding with his colleagues. The three of 'em were pointing their guns straight up some poor guy's mouth. Knowing the three idiots due to being hired like them here for muscle, Wes figured the target had a few more seconds left of life.

Shockingly he did not.

He started talking and they started repeating.

What the kark?

Was this some new method of bribing security detail?

Suddenly it all went to shit when a droid popped out of nowhere and began asking the wrong questions. A firefight exploded in the middle of it all and the unknown man dived right behind the crates Wes himself was hiding. The merc's pistol materialized in his hand and the barrel face straight at the stranger.

"You've got only shot to persuade me not to put a bolt in your face, man. And no sudden moves."

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Sola Tymon"]​

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Hazel moved in unison with Evoros as the two women made their way through the building. It was far too easy for the Hapan to fall into more militiary-like tactics. Years had passed since it had ever been useful, but one didn't simply forget them during the interim.

Along the way she had pulled out a blaster, from where exactly...well it was anyone's guess.

There were only a very few places it could've been hidden.

As they moved around another corner, things seemed to be going according to plan. That was until they reached the end of the hallway and turned to find hell had broken loose. Three guards were firing at a group of droids, one of their latter's number had already been downed.

Hazel looked to Evoros for a plan of action; three guards against six droids in total. The odds were stacked against them, even if they took the droids down they'd likely have to deal with the guards afterwards - if they didn't end up going down before that.

"Understood." Hazel readied her blaster, leaning against the wall waiting for Evoros signal. Once the other woman dashed back around the corner, the Hapan followed.

She levelled the weapon up in a swift swing, fired a single blast towards the back of a droid's head. It impacted hard, causing it to stumble forwards but it didn't incapacitate it. Not until Hazel delivered a short volley, each hit taking more and more of its chassis away until it finally hit the sensitive electronics inside.

The Hapan quickly moved into cover as one of the droids suddenly turned and began firing at her. Hazel poked out briefly, returning fire.

[member="Evoros"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​

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How the situation could turn from bad to worse was beyond him.

But so it did once the barrel of yet another blaster was leveled against him, close enough that if Itash had felt particularly suicidal he could probably have licked the metal in punctuation of his supposed lack of fear. Luckily Tash wasn't feeling suicidal right now and had a healthy dose of fear keeping him on the straight and narrows. Hands were raised, but his attention was still firmly centered on peeking over the crates and watching the battle occur in front of them.

The first droid had gone down, but instead of feeling relief... he felt more dread when six more turned the corner and started pushing 'his' men back again.

"You could-" Head gesturing towards the blaster. "-do that, sure. Or you could not do that."

Wes seemed to get confused about that, because it wasn't exactly the line he had been expecting. Maybe some begging, maybe some pleading, but just a clear-cut yeah, or you can just... not do that? Wasn't really a scenario that was often played in front of him. Or so Tash assumed, as he quickly cut in, before the merc could say something else.

"My name is Lord Itash of House Mecetti.... and I will pay double whatever anyone else might offer you." Before he could elaborate two women stormed into the corridor.

His eyes went wide when he realized that one of them was Evoros.

The feth?

Then lips curled up in apparent satisfaction. It seemed that the fierce and dangerous appearance had not been a simple device to ward off unwanted attention on her. A droid fell in battle, but it still seemed grim for Evoros, Hazel and the three lads that he had enchanted. Yes, he didn't include himself nor Wes in his mental calculations.

For the following reason:

"Take my offer, these people can fight to their heart's content while we get away with the loot, dig?" Once Wes nodded, Itash's hand placed itself on his shoulder and they... disappeared.

You don't see me.

You aren't looking at me.

Nothing to see here.

Ain't here, sorry!

Don't worry about us, just passing through.

FETH KEEP THAT BLASTER FIRE OFF OF US.

Nah, nothing here, promise.

We good, we good! Almost here.

Nah, it's fine, we don't need no help.

Half a minute later both of them were on the other side of the corridor and left the gunfire behind them. "Alright, what kind of security measures does that crazy General have?"

They kept a brisk walk, no way to know when those knuckleheads back there would be done.

 

[Zef Halo]

Deal.

The agreement did not come in the form of the word but in the gesture of moving his pistol off his face. Cash certainly played a role but he had his personal reasons for ditching the General. Wes saw no need in voicing them to his new employer as they darted off further into the building.

How they fell out of the rest's periphery was beyond him but it did not matter as soon as the firefight's muffled sound was left behind.

"Alright, what kind of security measures does that crazy General have?"

"Apart from a few auto turrets down the road, there's also facial recognition." Wes stated matter-of-factly and slightly shrugged. "Within the vault? No idea. I guess we'll have to find out. "


A few auto turrets blasted later...

"See?" Wes almost slammed his face at the recognition device and the device beeped in rejection, red light shining from it. "If you haven't skinned the face of the guy, I've got no idea how we gettin' in."

"And we better get in, Lord Mecetti." The mercenary deliberately shook the pistol in his hand.



[member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​

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Part of him was getting cross with Wes.

It was only a handful of times, before having a gun waved in your face went from cute to amusing to deeply annoying, but sadly Itash wasn't in the position to complain about it. After all, he wasn't the man with the blaster in his hands currently. "All you need... is a little bit of faith, distrustful friend of mine." He wasn't a barbarian, skinning a man's face wasn't acceptable, it was uncouth, unhygienic and quite frankly... Itash didn't really enjoy the show of blood before his eyes.

Made him nauseous and that wasn't something he wanted right now.

From his belt he revealed a pouch.

In that pouch? A data spike, an expensive one too, that thing had swallowed about three weeks of funds for him, but it would be worth it the moment he stuck it in the panel next to the vault door.

"That thing cost me more than your entire kit, trust me when I say this will work." It better work- this thing was a one-shot thing and after that it burned itself out. Something about the internal coding shifting in rapid beats to avoid detection from the external defense mechanisms of the firewall and anti... yeah, Itash hadn't actually been listening to the techno-babble.

The seconds ticked by.

The data-spike was humming, flashing red in steady intervals and Tash was becoming more anxious by the moment.

...until it died, the light flickering out and that was it. WHAT?! He kept his expression steady and balanced, but inside the Tapani nobleman was starting to freak out.

His 'friend' was going to murder him, once he realized that the spike hadn't worked. What to do... what to do. Run? Run where?? This was hor- suddenly the locks disengaged with a hisssssssss and the door started to fold inside, giving them passage inside. Eyes were wide for a fraction of a second, before Tash wiped the surprise away.

"See? Okay, let's go. We don't have a lot of time."

 

[Zef Halo]

The Lord took out a data chip and assured him the thing was going to open the door. Wes' patience was running extremely low and he felt his finger twitch at the trigger. He could, technically, shoot the trespasser and demand a bonus from the General but the General was a straight up cu-.

Well, whatever the spike was supposed to do - it failed. The mercenary raised his gun at the noble and literally a moment separated him from pulling the trigger. A moment in which the lock of the door shifted and it slid open giving them way into the vault.

The two entered the place and the door shut close behind them. Lights guided their way through a long corridor until they reached a rather massive hall. Wes was certainly surprised. Items worth a couple of thousand each decorated the large hall protected by some sort of transparisteel. The walls completely white, it looked like a place from a holo movie.

"I really doubt there's no more protection here, keep your-" Wes remembered Mecetti had no gun. "I will keep my eyes open for anything weird. You start doing what you're supposed to do."

No doubt they had minutes before the place was stormed.

What was worse is they had to find a way out and the mercenary started looking for one immediately.

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[member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​

​

He did have a blaster.

Itash just didn't like using it.

But he decided that today wasn't the day to be squeamish about things and got it out the moment the vault door shut behind them. Instead of pressing on immediately he... shot the control panel next to it. That would make it difficult to get it open again, but by no means impossible. Just a very big roadblock for whoever decided to follow them.

Hopefully it was Evoros.

She looked even better while wielding a gun... very dangerous.

"Don't worry about it." Tash shot back, before Wes could get annoyed again. "I already got an exit out of the vault." That was one of the reasons why he had been so sure about this entire enterprise.

The General's mistress had been quite knowledgeable and very willing to share after a few rounds. His eyes widened the moment they walked in , it was... beautiful. There was no hesitation when he nodded and started assessing the worth of the objects. It wasn't very efficient to just grab whatever was on hand.

Had to be smart about things.

But soon enough Tash started gathering together the most valuable of the collection, putting them in the bags and crates.

 

[Zef Halo]

"Great." Wes simply stated and began putting various stuff in the bags with one hand. Unless this was all fake, he'd be able to be financially okay in the next month or so. Maybe more. He did not understand the value of these items.

But Mecetti did.

Upon his grabbing he stumbled upon a...golden phallus. It was unnaturally large and looked inhuman.

What the kark?

He turned silently to his noble employer with a questioning look.

[member="Evoros"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Wes Rykker"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"]

He had already stacked up a few bags filled with artifacts and rare objects at the far side of the wall, when Itash heard Wes call out for him to pay attention.

"Wha- ah.. yes." The comment came with only the slightest of bemused tones, before turning back around and busying himself with the door panel that was currently giving him problem. The passage way that would get them out of this mess was through that door, but... not too easy this thing. "That's the Fertility Totem of the Dalanzzhi Tribe. Very valuable, very important. Definitely bag that one and try not to break... the shaft." Tash chuckled before snapping his fingers and letting out a whoop.

"Alright, got the door open, take the bags we are out of here."

They weren't out of the woods yet. There was a distinct chance the mistress had been lying to him or exaggerating, but that was something Ita didn't really want to think about too hard.

He grabbed a few bags and slipped through the door.

They'd have to get through several corridors, before Itash would be able to pull his master trick.

 

[Evoros]

Under her breath, Evoros swore.

"Hazel," she said into her communicator as she ducked behind a crate. "I need you to take down the droids. I'll handle the guards, get to the vault before -" chit, where was he? "Okay, new plan. Take down the droids and be very careful that nothing gets past."

The guards couldn't see where she was yet.

Good.

She'd be karked if they had.

Zanteres fired at a droid. One of the men turned to watch the bullet's path and then Evoros pounced, cybernetic reaching for his throat. (He'd wake up eventually, she was sure. Dazed but alive.) Moments later - "catch!" - a rifle had been flung the doctor's direction as Yvonne raced from her first hiding place to the second. Thank the stars Hazel Zanteres was such a good shot.

Another push of the button on the side of her communicator. "Sola, I'm reaching the vault door. I need it to be open when I do. You've got . . . a few minutes. Go."

It took a few minutes and a little longer to take out the guards and put an end to the firefight and then to get past several autoturrets. Yvonne might've found it in her to be annoyed at Rane's paranoia but truthfully, she appreciated it. If she retired then did something stupid like open her home to the masses, she'd want to be well protected too.

Evoros found her handgun with one hand and reopened a call to the slicer with the other. "I'm here. Sola, the door- he what?" Damaged the controls. Of course he did. "Ugh. Can you slice it anyway?"

[member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Wes Rykker"]​