Silver Guardian
"Pipes it is," a nighttime swim.
Over the next few hours, the small group spent preparing, swapping a few wild stories about missions along the rim. One particular story about rescuing a senator from falling down a jawa garbage chute had a few of the wildcards grinning.
Amadis sat more quietly, studying the factory closely. It had been a long time since he was on a mission, he'd missed them. Time to start. Making their way around the side of the factory toward the pipes. At least they had helmets, the warden armor was dependable and should keep them dry. The Epicanthix was timing the searchlights, the patrols, and how much time they would have on a small wrist device.
"Remember your training, stay calm, focused, and close by," Amadis told Kal one more time. "Might need this." Kei offered over a high-tech rebreather, allowing Kal to breathe underwater, there was Jedi training to do the same, but they hadn't covered it yet. It was designed to easily adapt to the helmet.
Cloaking generators on. All the group disappeared one by one. The Helmet's hud would keep track of their positions so they didn't get separated.
Timing was everything
The searchlights of the factory were rotating every minute, and the patrols near the pipes were about five minutes apart. That gave them five minutes to get in them, and seal them behind them, they could count it by the rotation of the searchlight. Five Rotations remained.
Waiting for just the right time. They made their move for the man-sized pipes, flashes on the HUDS of where each team member was, the searchlight rotating above and around showing them the minute counting down. Amadis soon reached the pipes looking about for his padawan, "anyone see anything?" The communicator beeped quietly from one Ranger, "all clear so far."
"Which one shall we cut?" Another team member asked. Which one of these man-sized pipes didn't have water? A jet of water would give their position away… Was there a way to tell from the outside, from the water flow, from how empty they sounded? Maybe Kal had an idea? A cutting torch started up awaiting instruction, or was there another way to get in without letting water out?
One Searchlight Rotation had passed, which left 4 till the patrol returned.
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