One. Two. Three. Run.

[Kamon's OOC]

"Their voodoo mind tricks only work on the weak minded. Last I checked that wasn't us."

Sitting back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest and idly tapped my fingers against my arm. One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. Thinking was touch business. The tapping helped me stay focused. Risks were an everyday think in our line of work. If I was worried about losing my life I'd have changed careers ages ago. No, this was what I enjoyed. Changing the galaxy wasn't going to happen through the actions of any government. There was too much political red tape in the way. The small people made the real difference.

Now we had a way to really hit the Sith and hit them hard. Not just a simple hit and run mission, but something that would seriously wipe out an entire world. That was a lot to consider. Being responsible for the deaths of billions wasn't something that could be taken lightly. It needed to be done.

"We're in. A real blow to the Sith like that will take a lot of work. We'll focus on neutralizing this threat from the Empire and then we can work on a plan for how to take down Coruscant. We'll hit the Sith where it hurts the most."

[member="Cora Passek"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"Mind tricks only work on the weak minded, yes. Their danger sense however ... works on everything. Believe me when I say I know all too well on that one." She had learned this from experience. Not something she wished to have repeated any time soon. "So that will have to be dealt with in some fashion."

Cora nodded slowly, not certain if she wanted to let someone else into actually running the plan. "That's always been the hitch. The amount of equipment, funding and such has always been ... problematic. However," She smirked softly, "I recently came into ten million, a lovely deal I got and completely legitimate. So, I do have the means to fund this particular project, there is just the small matter of being known as a trouble maker around most parts, is bound to make it difficult to purchase certain supplies from reputable companies."

She paused, he had a point. "I suppose this small business with the empire would naturally have to be managed. Then we can work on other projects." She said quietly. "So, I guess we'll just take this arrangement one step at a time. Empire first. Other plans, second."

[member="Rane Bel Iblis"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"Force Users are freaks of nature. Not that I dislike all of them, but I hate dealing with them. Speaking of which, we'll need some tech for dealing with them."

I leaned back in my chair, balancing on the rear legs with one hand holding the table. As she spoke I sat like that, but then my commlink went off so I leaned forward and grabbed it. The first thing I did was pull the ear wig off of it and pop it into my ear.

"Go for Rane."

Holding up a finger for Cora to wait a moment, I listened closely to what was being told to me. My face scrunched up and fingers started drumming on the tabletop in front of me. This was anxiety now. The news that I was being fed was neither what I expected or what I wanted to hear. A sigh escaped my list and I nodded my head even though the person talking to me couldn't see me nodding my head. It was a habit that I found most everyone had. Strange, but it was true.

"Alright. Get everyone moving pronto. Let them come in first. I'll be there shortly."

I clicked the comm off and looked at Cora.

"They're here early. This guys better than I thought. We need to move you now."

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[Cora Passek]

"Voodoo freaks to be exact." Cora always rather had a heavy dislike of most force users. After all Jedi were not her friends, they liked to arrest her type. Sith, well that one was self explanitory. The people who fell between the two extremes she tended to at least like a little better.

Her brow furrowed as he picked up his com. She suspected just by the look on his face that the man they were expecting had arrived. Brushing back her hair, she sighed as he spoke.

"Come on... are you sure I can't help?" This all felt too much like she was running from a fight, and frankly that was something she didn't do. At least not on principle. There had been times when it was required. She just really didn't want to go hide away in a box and wait for the storm to be over. Not when she could dance in the rain! "I don't want to be stuck in a box!" Protesting still about the situation.

But slowly she was getting to her feet none the less. She certainly didn't want to go, that much was clear. This was just not Cora's style, even if she knew in her mind it was safer.

[member="Rane Bel Iblis"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"No. If it was a different situation and they were after someone else you could fight. Not smart to let the target fight, though."

Standing from my seat, I motioned for her to follow me. We left the mess hall behind and made our way back through the old building to a turbolift that he called up. When it arrived, he let her in first and then followed, punching the bottom floor as their destination. As the lift descended, I checked to make sure that the power pack in my blaster was still alright. Then I checked it again just for good measure. When we stopped I checked a third time because I found I already couldn't remember.

When the doors opened I stepped out and pointed to a door on the other side of the room.

"Go in there. The door will seal from the inside. Do not open it unless I'm on the other side. If I use the name Garm it's a sign that I'm under duress and you should come out shooting."

[member="Cora Passek"]

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora huffed, in a most annoyed and desperate fashion, despising this moment more than anything. "This isn't right." She protested one more time as he led her from the dinning hall and to the turbolift and then down they went. Even there, she nervously fretted, checking where her weapons were, and that all her gear was in place. Tension was in the air, and it wasn't just coming from her.

She glanced at the door, the vault as he'd called it. Fitfully, she brought her hand to her forehead, rubbing at it slowly to try and calm herself, when she was frustrated upset, and worried all at once. I feel endangered... And for once it wasn't because she willingly put herself in harms way. This time, she'd been placed in a dangerous situation, and one she hated. And worst of all, she should have a right to defend herself from her would be attacker. But, she couldn't. They weren't going to let her.

The look she shot him, said it all. She was pissed off, angry that she couldn't go upstairs and fight this battle out. Frustrated that she'd been forced to sit this one out. And worried for the lives that were in harms way right now, on her behalf. Begrudgingly she crossed the hallway, and glared at him one last time. "You owe me, I hope you know." The sternness in her tone, spoke volumes that she wasn't lying on that. She really did believe he owed her for not letting her in on this right now.

She hesitated at the door, holding her hand just above the handle for a second, before she finally opened it. A deep breath in followed as she finally stepped inside and closed the door behind her, hearing as locked shuddered and clicked closed of their own will. The blonde was most annoyed, as she paced back and forth quickly in the small space. Rightly and truly pissed. She shouldn't have been, but pride was rather a queen like that.

[member="Rane Bel Iblis"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"I'm already saving your life. I think that's pay enough."

When she closed the door, I turned and went back to the lift, taking it up into the facility. I went and grabbed some old storm commando armor that I'd re-purposed for close quarters combat situations, and then grabbed a standard load out of a blaster rifle and some various detonators. Somewhere out there one of the traps was triggered and an explosion rocked the building. I tried to guess where exactly it was, but I couldn't pinpoint the location quickly enough because of sound ricochet.

"Talk to me," I said into my commlink.

"They're in sector C. Triggered the explosive trap. Thermal scans indicate they lost two. We've got some on the roof, too. They're repelling down the lift shaft."

That wasn't good. If they were going down the shaft they could go all the way down to where Cora was.

"Oh, they just shut down the lift, too. Building diagnostics have been locked out."

"Damn, they're too good. What breed of Imperial is this good?"

Shaking my head, I ran to the nearest set of stairs and started climbing. I had to see if I could cut them off on the upper floors. These guys probably had thermal imaging of their own, which meant they'd be able to see where people were. If that was the case, they might have seen me take Cora down to the lower levels, and that's why this group was rapeling down the lift shaft. If they got down there they'd be hard pressed to get to her, but it could be done.

"I'm going after the ones on the upper levels. Clear out the lower level. Remember, the Bounty Hunter is to be captured."

"Roger. Good luck, Rane."

[member="Cora Passek"]

 

[Cora Passek]

"No, it's not." She grumbled as the door closed. The girl just didn't like being left out of a fight that she felt was hers, and her right to participate in.
Impatiently she paced the floor back and forth, checking her weapons every now and then. Things just felt wrong to her, but she couldn't place it. Not to mention she was cut off from the outside world, and didn't have a comlink to let her know how things were going outside her little room.

The men repelling down the lift shaft, hit the top of the elevator, and soon lept down within it, exiting out of it a floor above Cora, but some luck. Though the young blonde had little idea of the danger that was racing towards her door. Soon enough they'd be able to reach her. Though they'd need some explosive help to get the door open, cause there was no way in the seven hells that Cora was opening up that door.

[member="Rane Bel Iblis"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

By the time I got to the lift shaft two stories up, and checked on their progress, they were already out of sight. I couldn't pick them out above me anywhere. When I turned my attention downward I found out why. They were already down to where the lift was, one floor above Cora's safe zone. That was about as bad as it possibly could be. I didn't know what kind of equipment these guys had access to. If they had explosives, or a torch, they could potentially cut their way inside of the safe room. That wasn't good at all. And this was about the time I was thankful for wearing gloves and thick boots.

I slung my blaster rifle over my shoulder, and pried open the doors to the lift shaft. Inside, I saw nothing but darkness, though I could make out the cables hanging down. I took a few steps back and then took a running leap, grabbing onto the nearest cable to start my slide down. I took it quick, which made the wires wear my gloves down really fast, and eventually the cables dug into my skin, but I gritted my teeth as it didn't last long before my feet touched the top of the lift and I slumped down to it. I'd taken worse wounds before.

The hatch was open so I climbed down. The two goons were already at the stairs down to Cora's level. Exiting the lift, I ran after them, though I knew they would get down to where she was before I could get there. It just meant I was going to have to take them out while they were trying to get to her. Oh well.

[member="Cora Passek"]