Sleeping With The Fishes [Mon Cala Raid]

[Darth Athora]

With her new position as the ghost CEO of Koensayr Manufacturing, Zahori Denko had a new responsibility to add to her already bustlinglaundry list of duties: beating the competition. When Zahori finds competition, she not only defeats them, she humiliates and destroys them. She finds ways to beat them that leaves lasting scars on them that her opponents will see for a very long time and remember that day that Zahori Denko beat them.

This would be one of those days.

Zahori had heard of the technology being hoarded by Mon Cala for the Mon Calamari Shipyards and she had to get her hands on some of their schematics for her own use. What they had were some good starting points for even better technology that Koensayr's engineers and scientists were itching to utilize. There was always room for improvement. However, Zahori could not utilize the Sith Empire's assets for this mission as it was not an Imperial Armada sanctioned mission. She was allowed to take the mission, but as Koensayr Manufacturing's owner and not as a Vice Admiral of the Imperial Armada. She was, however, allowed to utilize her own assets granted to her by her contract with the Armada, money included. She couldn't find a better way to use the money than to hire mercenaries to do the job.

"We are approaching Mon Cala, ma'am. Entering their atmosphere. The IFF seems to be functional."

"Good. Continue bearing for Mon Calamari headquarters."

"Yes ma'am."

In order to infiltrate the planet's defenses, Zahori managed to get a MC30c frigate commandeered for her by her close ally, Mimi Vaal. She had a rather rough and tough crew of mercenaries aboard, itching to get to work. From the bridge, Zahori tapped into the ship's announcement channel. A 3 second long beep came over the intercom before she spoke.

"We are 10 minutes out from our objective. All hands prepare for disembarking."

The mission would be fairly simple. Infiltrate the facility, steal all of their data regarding their projects, then extract. Simple search and seizure operation.

[member="Kur"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Insilico"]​

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Kur sat in the hold of the transport, hunched forward, as he stared at the two individuals across from him. He didn't know them, but he knew that they were dangerous; the big one, bigger than Kur even, gave a sense to the Gen'Dai, something that said there was a need to watch his back. In all his time in the galaxy, Kur had met his fair share of species, and sitting across from a T'surr did not bode well for him, at least not when knowing what they were capable of... and given the tech that the large alien was using, Kur was doubly cautious, and ready to take on any challenge should the T'surr try to claim some kind of dominance.

A low, guttural growl escaped Kur's lips, passing through the helmet modulator.

The sudden announcement was well timed, as it caused the Gen'Dai to glance toward the front of the ship, listening. With ten minutes remaining, that meant the group would be landing fairly soon, moving down through atmosphere even sooner. That meant weapons and armor checks. Kur sat up, hefting his WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle, checking the charge on the power cell before double-checking the trench knife on his chest harness. Kur also had his disruptor pistols, one on either hip holster, but he didn't want to make too much of a mess. Ideally, the group would be able to infiltrate for most of the mission, avoiding suspicion, and potentially getting out with little-to-no casualties... but, realistically, Kur knew that wasn't likely to happen.

Which is why I'm bringing the Tir Stunner, He thought to himself, smirking a fanged smile under his helmet. Can at least knock them down, and avoid full-on combat for as long as possible... hopefully the others aren't too gung-ho, and don't begin firing immediately.

Sometimes missions called for some constraint, which could be ironic coming from a Gen'Dai. But, unlike the stigma surrounding most of Kur's species, not all of them were flat-out insane and mindless killing machines. Only some. Well, perhaps more than some, truth be told...

"Dozen, check your gear, prepare for silent operations," Kur said, his voice cutting through the silence in the transport. "Unless our friends here plan otherwise...?"

Kur's armored face turned to stare at the T'surr...

[member="IG-77824"] | [member="Lev Orlova"] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Insilico"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]​

 

[Lev Orlova]

The enigmatic, masked Lev only stared ahead blankly, his dark visor revealing nothing. He raised his rifle barrel to the roof and gripped the large attached silencer on the end, ensuring it was securely fastened to the barrel, before lowering the rifle muzzle again. The merc turned to observe the growling Gen'Dai, his mask crinkling softly as he did. His gaze followed his boss's to the two sitting opposite of him, regarding them with a cold, analytic stare for a moment.

 

[Insilico]

Insilico sat perfectly still, replaying recordings of previous kills in his head to get ready for the mission. After a while, his chest split in 2 , exposing the small torture droid nestled within. "Good evening gentlemen!" His light glowing bright read in excitement. A cable slides out from his arm and into his rifle, connecting the scope to his own vision

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Another hangover preceded by a one night stand. This was typical pre-assignment behavior for Zyrias. And normally she just rolled with it, but today her headache and nausea was painted with a shade of regret.

It was her first real mission with Kur’s Dozen, and she wanted to impress.

So with trembling hands she tried to hide in fingerless leather gloves, the Canto Chameleon sat quietly, playing a videogame on her datapad, trying to beat her high score on Gundark Trainer. An earpiece which doubled as a comms unit sat snugly in one ear to both listen to the game and any orders that might come her way.

Zyrias was far from the muscle on this task. Not with a Gen'Dai and T'surr on board. Either alien could tear her limb from limb in the blink of an eye, so it didn’t even make sense to be afraid of them. And so far, she hadn’t karked up anything but there was still plenty of time for that. The torture droid was another story altogether. That little metal ball freaked her out.

While she had a suit of light armor on and a subrepeating blaster tucked away, the teeanger’s goal would be to slice into security, disable cameras, open entrances and exits, stuff like that. And mostly staying out of the way and out of the line of fire when she wasn’t typing up her next line of code. Zyrias gave herself a half-hearted pat at the weapons check.

She glanced a the human and with the big burly aliens around, she actually felt kinda safe, but couldn’t help sassing the droid despite her apprehension over it. “We’re not all gentleman, bolt-brain.”

[member="IG-77824"] | [member="Lev Orlova"] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Kur"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Insilico"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]​

 

[Darth Athora]

The frigate approached the spaceport slowly, not wanting to arouse too much attention. The entry into port went without a hitch. The humming of the frigate's engine died down as the ship rested onto the ground in port. Inside, Zahori was preparing her equipment for the operation while her hired help would be doing the same. She wouldn't be going hands on this mission. She would be overseeing everything from the comfort of the frigate while the muscle went in for her.

Zahori's voice came in over the intercom once more. "We've made it to the spaceport in one piece. Phase 1 of the plan complete. Onto phase 2. You all will infiltrate the facility, acting as new hired help for Mon Calamari Shipyards. Once you're in, you'll get yourselves into their research facility and download all of their data onto the drives I've given you all. Should you run into any complications, handle it quickly and quietly as possible. Return to the ship once you have the data and we'll depart. Once we've made it back to Imperial space, you'll receive your payment. Any questions?"

[member="Kur"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Insilico"] | [member="Lev Orlova"]​

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

With the frigate landing, that meant the mission was now well underway. From this point, the Dozen and the others joining them, would be required to operate as quietly as possible, to avoid setting off alarms or alerts until they were near completion of the data collection. A lot of the initial phase would rely on stealth, or at least the ability to move as inconspicuously as possible; and in this regard, a giant Gen'Dai in battle armor wielding a large weapon didn't serve that purpose, which was why Kur would be providing backup.

"Remember: In quietly, get the data, out quietly," Kur said to his group, glancing to the T'surr. "If the squids get riled up, I'll be ready and waiting... until then, consider this a low engagement operation. We need that data before any security or lock-downs can deny it to us."

Usually Kur would lead the Dozen, but for this one the mission required a more subtle touch, at least to begin with. So, it would fall to Eyes and Zyrias to provide the way through, up until the heavy-hitters were needed, if at all. Still, perhaps the droid could provide a nice addition to the group, considering the outer casing looked similar to a protocol model. Very easy to sneak in and out of areas, very common.

"You, torture droid," Kur said, pointing to the construct with glowing red lights. "How much room do you have in that outer body? Can you conceal weapons?"

[member="IG-77824"] | [member="Lev Orlova"] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Insilico"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]​

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Unless it was a musical festival or something, Zyrias had no problem with quiet. Since she was a dirt-faced daughter of a salvager on Tatooine, Junktown to be specific, stealth had become one of her core competencies. You didn’t grow up around jawas nearly taller than you without developing some kind of skills to get home without being robbed. Keeping her mouth silent versus her footfalls would be a harder task in the long run.

She only nodded and said, “You got it, boss.”

She slipped to the refresher and donned a maintenance suit, tying her long blue hair back into a ponytail. Zyrias rolled up one sleeve to let her tattoos show. That would help with the blue collar ruse they were going for.

As she walked back into the common area, a bit of swagger now that she had a jumpsuit on, she assessed the group again, listening to their Gen’dai leader inquire about weapon concealment on the torture droid. Forehead wrinkling and one brow cocked, she put her hands on her hips. “Better yet, can we refurb him a bit right now to make him look more like a maintenance droid? As long as he kept his needles to himself I could make some quick modifications.”

If they were aiming for subtle backed up by hidden muscle, the little torture machine could help complete the costume for those who were going to infiltrate as new shipyard workers.

[member="IG-77824"] | [member="Lev Orlova"] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Kur"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Insilico"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]​

 

[Insilico]

Insilico felt a little insulted at [member="Zyrias Pax"]'s suggestion. A maintenance bot?! Him?! What a demeaning disguise..

"Preposterous!" his eye begins to glow red "Why that would never work! My design is feared throughout the galaxy! I am the pinnacle of pain! I am.. uh.." He looked around at everyone staring at him, and his light returned to blue as he cleared his non-existent throat "Well... On second thought, that could possibly work... B-but I insist on having some fun with a helpless victim if I am to be a low maintenance droid" he chuckled to him self, bobbing up and down a bit

 

[Darth Athora]

A cloaked figure entered the bridge of Zahori's commandeered ship. He removed his hood, revealing a Mon Calamari face.

"Have you done it?"

"Yes ma'am. I've got the goods."

"Good. Now I don't have to pay those brutes."

The mon calamari handed over a disk to Zahori carrying all of Mon Calamari shipyards information on it. She grinned wickedly now that she had what she so desired in her grasp. "Take us out of here. We're done." And just like that, the frigate departed the planet, returning Zahori to Sith space so that she may look over her newly acquired data in peace.