Silent Sentinels

[Darth Oblitus]

Air hissed in his ears as the suit pressurized. It wasn't much, just a basic zero-atmosphere spacer's rig meant more for routine repairs than anything else. He'd armored it a bit here and there, but nothing substantial. At least, nothing like your average suit of straight up armor. The Ragithian so rarely stepped foot into the void that having the thing seemed more and more useless weight in a duffel bag until he actually needed it that he'd never bothered doing more than the bare basics. He figured depending on how today went that he might need to revisit such thinking.

"Idea's simple," Answer stated, his voice deep and rumbling. "Get in, find what we're looking for, get out."

The air lock cycled and the green light flickered on ahead; the telltale sign they were clear to safely exit the ship that had brought them here.

'Here' was an odd term. Most didn't know the place existed, fewer still knew where it actually was. Barely a handful knew the structure was actually intact, much less functioning in areas. It was an old Imperial base from before the Plague and all else. How old it actually was, Answer didn't know and didn't particularly care. What it had, though, was potential schematics that the Syndicate wanted. The boss had determined it was a priority and sent the nearest enforcer and some hired help. He figured the extra hand was useful, but doubted they were necessary. Fortunately, he wasn't here to think. At least, not think as high up as the boss did. He just did the job. The alternative wasn't exactly... kosher.

"Welcome to Sentinel Base."

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Clad in pitch black armor, Ursula nodded her head agreeing with. She was hired not long ago by rebels that did a similar job, and had no problem doing it so once again, only this time, she was going to steal something from a old base, something that wasn't a problem for her, what only mattered to Vizsla was getting paid. Specially those fifty thousand credits that the old fat slug had agreed to pay, plus one thousand for every kill she made with her new TMW-M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle, a gift from Popo the Hutt so she could use it on the job.

She filled her belt with ammo, Ursula hated guns with so few rounds, but, she had to admit, the style the rifle was impressive. And also the range. In her waist she carried a pair of MT 14 Heavy Blaster Pistol, and her sword strapped in her back, with her long cape hiding most of the sword. Her thigh had a Thunderer strapped in it, and with the other one there was loag dagger. "Old place.", those were the first words that Ursula said all the way to the planet, and in her forearm there was a mandalorian power shield connected with the armor.

Taking the first steps out of the ship, Vizsla walked slowly out of there, reading in her helmet visor if there were any life forms anywhere near them. In one hand she handle the rifle, the other was on the pistol in her waist, she was waiting for directions so the Hutt's enforcer could lead the way.



[member="Answer"]
(Sword: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131822-masamune-uruslas-blade/#entry1812968)

 

[Darth Oblitus]

"Place should be abandoned, but you never know," Answer rumbled as he stepped out, the Setcheha rifle held loosely in his hands. The man towered over the Mandalorian woman with ease, his seven and a half foot frame almost scraping the ceiling. "Doubt there's pirates, but place like this... Empire was paranoid. Might be automated defenses. Probably inoperable, but better to assume they work."

The Syndicate enforcer stepped out and looked around the old hangar bay. Dusty, rusty, and old it looked less like a military bay and more like a junk shop. There were a few doors and what looked to be the husks of a pair of TIE fighters a short distance away, but aside from old equipment and some metal crates, they were alone.

He nodded his head towards one of the doors nearby and started moving in it's direction.

"We'll go this way," he stated bluntly. "Sign says engineering."

[member="Ursula Vizla"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

She followed him, quiet and looking to every direction there was to look, the finger was not on the trigger. The short barrel on that sniper rifle, made it in a way that she could not waste any bullet. This was going to be a special, gig, and Ursula was going to have to behave if she want it this to be done "by the book", after seeing a few parts of old imperial fighters, Vizsla was certain that many goods things to scavenger were left in that old base, but the place seemed empty. Something that was not common of the imperials to do, even so, they were already dead, so she couldn't care less about it. The Galactic Empire was once a mighty force, now they were nothing, the Sith were growing in power, so was the First Order, and in her homeland, were was coming, sooner or later.

"What does the slug wants with this place?", she broke the silence by saying that. Looking at some dark corner where shadows seemed to move. This was a world that she never heard of, although that wasn't news, she knew deep down, if the imperials had what seemed a secret base in here, then this was something good.

[member="Answer"]

 

[Zye Woden]

[member="Ursula Vizla"] [member="Answer"]

Zye wasn't particularly fond of stealing. He preferred murder and assassination but a job was a job. He double checked his boots and the utility belt strapped to his side. This space suit felt so much clunker than his preferred garb, a simple tunic, gloves, and anything required to cover his face from the Ultra Violet rays he hated. This provided the same protection he wanted anyway.

Zye nodded at the brute of a man's simple explanation of the job. He wasn't sure what they were looking for, but that wasn't his job. His job was to help bypass security and cut down anyone who got in their way.

"Simple enough," he said.

As the hulking man and the smaller woman exited the ship, he took the rear, his whip drawn in one hand. His eyes roamed across the hangar. Tragically, he remembered when each of these dilapidated pieces of machinery had come out, when each of them were brand new. Zye wasn't a sentimental being but he was struck for an odd moment about just how old he truly was when compared to these dust covered rusting hulks.

Answer took the lead, the passage led them down a prefab hall way. At one point it probably had fitted well enough with only a few cracks in the flooring. But the uneven tiling had taken its toll with the years, producing rather large cracks and disparities in the flooring that made their way up through the walls and ceiling. Parts of the passage were so badly damaged, Zye had to squeeze through, with barely enough room.

Finally the pair came to a spot so damaged, the ceiling and walls had caved in to a total, messy collapsed dead-end. Zye stood back, he didn't know if the brute was going to charge through with his fists or smash it in with explosives, but he had no doubt the large man would find an answer for it.