Tank!

[Silver Fall]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2rVnRwW0h8​

Silver had everything prepped to go. Her stuff was with [member="Reks Yarroq"] already, what little she'd decided to take anyways. He was the Smuggler. Once they got this wrapped up he needed to get the group out asap. Out of everyone she'd hired for the job, he by far had the most important one. Silver didn't want to be around a hornets nest once they blew it open.

[member="Lancer Damar"] and [member="Tandar Dest"] were muscle hired for the job. Along with herself they were going to do the dirty work of delivering the package. The three of them walked down the busy main road towards Blonde's Palace. It was a straight shot down to it. And it would be the way they needed to take back. A nice open space like that provided a need for cover. The last member of the team was [member="Formorta"], the sniper. Silver asked him to set up down at the end of the road atop a building. With a clear view he could pick off any trouble that might stand out. One last thing of note was that Silver was pushing one of those hover crates along, the aforementioned package. Wired together were several Class- A Thermal Detonators. Covering them were a few boxes of depleted power cells. Silver got them for a scrap price. They were no good, but to the eye one couldn't tell. Just like they were making a delivery. In case they decided to check the contents of the crate.

The crew were patched in over comms together. This wasn't a complete hack job now. Silver was probably, lets face it, is, the most inexperienced person of the group. The rest were all professionals. Mercenaries, assassins, they new how to handle themselves and could get her out of anything. Their pay depended on it after all. "Formorta, Reks, check in. Are you in position and ready to go?"

 

[Formorta]

She crouched down a top a building up the street from the main group, he position was good, a lot of open room and cover on her end just in-case a fire fight ensued. For some reason [member="Silver Fall"] had mistaken her for a guy, but then again wearing a mask all the time as well as a dark cloak tended to make one mistake her gender, but that was of no concern for the moment. For this assignment bringing her APARmk1 seemed a bit over kill, for the moment a KiSteer projectile rifle would do the trick, it was a weapon most familiar to her and was able to wield if effortlessly.

"I copy", a quick and easy response, nothing to fancy, working with people wasn't really her think unless she was able to go solo during the mission, being a sniper made it much easier, your contractor tells you to set up shop somewhere and you shoot. That wasn't to say snipping was easy, she had spent most of her life perfecting the art, predicting the wind, bullet drop, and her extra arms making recoil almost ineffective, increasing rate of fire and reloading time. In a nut shell she was a machine gun sniper, able to out-shoot almost any other sniper.

Staring down the scope [member="Lancer Damar"] a fellow 13th rail operative, [member="Tandar Dest"], mando, as well as silver themselves walked closer to their target, the gun pardly moving as her eyes scanned the surrounding for the slightest provocation.

 

[Reks Yarroq]

Reks and Ashra were preparing the ship, the togruta was cheking the hyperdrive while the Trandoshan the weapons of the ship, everything was perfect and working, Reks heard [member="Silver Fall"] asking if they were ready.

"The ship is ready to take off" Said Reks, the only thing missing were the passengers, but soon they were going to aboard, it surprise the Trandoshan that the Echani hired more people to this trip, although they were going to Tatooine and that place has the well known wretched hive of scum and villainy of Mos Eisley.

[member="Lancer Damar"] / [member="Tandar Dest"]

 

[Lancer Damar]

A frontal entrance was not ideal, but not unwise either. The route least expectant was often an applicable route of entry. His eyes moved over to [member="Silver Fall"], but not entirely too much. He didn't want to look to anxious, or nervous. He hoped that the other members of their team could keep their composure. Lancer wasn't particularly happy about the idea of working together, but- credits were in fact, credits.

He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his pants, in reality checking to make sure the slugthrower was still there. An effective weapon. A personal favorite of his. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it too much.

[member="Reks Yarroq"]/@Formorta/[member="Silver Fall"]

 

[Silver Fall]

[member="Formorta"]
[member="Reks Yarroq"]
[member="Lancer Damar"]

"Alright then. Standby while we uhh, pick up our supplies. Should have them in five. Just kick around Reks and we'll be there soon. Silver out" Silver had kept their pilot in the dark on the details. He really was told to just transport some cargo and her, and now the hired help. While that was sort of true. She sort of left out the whole bombing plot. She was sure so long as he got paid and didn't get blown up he'd be able to live with it. Silver looked over to Lancer, catching him looking at her. He was a quiet one. She gave a nod to the assassin to assure him. Turning her hear round the other was she was shocked to find @Tandar Dest was no longer following behind. Her heart skipped a beat as she stopped. Looking around for him yielded nothing. "Hey, where the hell did Tendar go?"