Private The gathering of Intel

[Rook.the.slicer]

After starting fresh hundreds of years later in a galaxy so new to her, Rook has her first job. As her profession is a Slicer- she wants to, in the end, duplicate all she finds. Now, Down in the lower levels of Coruscant- she is preparing.
The police are after us and we're working hard but they are still on our trail.

She has been hired, along with others, to gather information on Scrall Fornwell, who was the owner of CryLos Tech.


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Rook paced back and forth, waiting. Kriff. This was taking too long.
She was waiting for the others to join for this job. She didn't know what to expect with these people/person. All she knew is that they were hired to work alongside her.
Suddenly, there was a small explosion and several crates flew backward from their position on the warehouse floor.
Rook spun around- pulling a few knives out a holding them ready.
The smoke cleared and a figure walked out.

 

[Subject 82 Snow]

Rook.the.slicer

Snow walked through the hole in the warehouse, walking through the smoke. She wore a professional outfit, making her look like an important business representative. Even her physical appearance was different. Her hair was slightly longer, and was brown, her eye color was a light green, and even her face was slightly different than normal. Her mouth looked slightly smaller, and her nose was a little bit longer. She looked like a completely new person, which she specialized in.

She was hired for a job to gather information on an owner of some company named CryLos Tech. The name of the target was Scrall Fornwell. Apparently, some other company wanted information from inside the company to get an edge over them. So, Snow came to Coruscant, undercover, to get close to Scrall. She came here weeks earlier than the rest of the crew were slated to arrive, to get closer to Scrall as his new assistant.

She looked around, and noticed who she could only presume is one of the other crew members. "There you are, you're late. What took you so long? I've been here for weeks. Come on, let's get going. My name is Snow, by the way." Snow said, motioning for her to come into the warehouse.

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook sighed- Here we go. She replaced her knives away, slightly out of view but not altogether unreachable.
"Uh-huh."
She followed behind the girl who called herself Snow- if that was her real name. One of the people she was going to be working with. Oh, this was going to be interesting.
Rook would start immediately collecting information on this girl.

 

[Subject 82 Snow]

Rook.the.slicer Be'iqaronn Finley Dawson

Snow lead her inside of the warehouse, where there were boxes stacked on top of one another for rows on end. It was empty, being so early in the morning, which was why Snow chose this time, because then no one would hear the explosion. Plus, it would be easier to sneak people inside when there was no one around. She could sense her companion through the Force. Snow had also done some background check on this girl. Apparently, she was a splicer, but the weirdest thing was a birth certificate, from more than 800 years ago, during the Clone Wars! It was weird. "I know you're thinking about checking any information you can about me, splicer, but I assure you it won't be so easy." Snow said calmly, reading the splicer with the Force.

"Before we get started, splicer, any idea where the other members of our crew are?" Snow asked the splicer.

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook immediately didn't like 'Snow'. That wasn't a surprise- she didn't like people in general. Snow lead her through the warehouse before speaking.
Did she just... Oh. A Force Sensitive. Kriff.
She had enough of Force Sensitives.

"No." Rook said simply. She wouldn't give any more information than she needed to."And by the way- the certificate isn't correct."

Rook had no doubt that Snow had checked- if she was hired for this job- she would know her stuff.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

The Merc was quiet as he passed through the streets, not stopping to talk to the people who tried to talk to him. A vendor was trying to sell meat and walked up to Renn, but with the vendors words came no answer. Pulling out a piece of paper he was looking for somewhere, a job was around here. Hearing an explosion Renn went back into the shadows to investigate.

Looking at the crates scattered across the ground he read the note he had been given. This was the place. With that he decided to drop down his rifle on his back. Following the two quietly he brought out a knife and tapped it on a metal bar to get their attention.

“Hello, I’m Renn, I heard there was a job being hosted here?”

Rook.the.slicer Subject 82 Snow

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook wasn't surprised when there was a tap on a metal bar. She had already noted the character they had picked up. She assumed Snow had also noticed. Rook wasn't much of a talker so turned around to studied him instead. He was obviously male- and had a height of roughly 6'4. Renn had a heavy rifle slung over his back.

Interesting

There was a second of silence.

 

[Subject 82 Snow]

Rook.the.slicer Be'iqaronn

Snow turned around at the sound of the tap, not surprised by the newcomer. She had sense him approach, but hadn't acknowledged his presence. Heavily armored, and apparently well-armed. Wasn't this supposed to be a quiet mission? So why had their employer hired someone that was more suited for loud encounters? Whatever, she could work with that. Besides, he kind of reminded Snow of someone she knew, Subject 73 Red , who was also like that, yet could be quiet when he wanted to.

"Yeah, this is the place. Question, do you have a change of clothes that are more... business-appropriate?" She asked him.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

(Sry this took so long)

Renn stood there quietly listening to them, he assumed that they were ready for him to be there. Slinging his rifle into his hands he leaned the massive weapon against a crate. "I don't quite know what you mean, I am ready for business. I can do work without being seen." Renn knew how to use stealth in heavy suits he'd been doing it for years.

Grinning he puts his XR on the crate that his rifle was leaned against. "So... what's your part of the plan."

Subject 82 Snow Rook.the.slicer

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook suspected that the knew fellow had more to him than the eye could tell. As she wasn’t included in the conversation, not that she would say much if she was, she despised to run a background check. Taking out her ever present data pad- she began fiddling to see if she could find anything.