A Walk in the Woods (attn: Sith Empire)

[Ember Rekali]

Once upon a time, not so long ago, Clan Rekali had owned the Yavin system and the sector around it. This world had been Ember's home and the heart of his operations. He'd missed little about mortality, but the Yavinese jungle was an exception.

He finished pulling sensor mask nets over the stealth shuttle and headed into the trees. The last vestiges of monitor equipment said that the Sith Empire had constructed something a good five kilometres from here, and that modest but regular traffic visited the site.

Nostalgia was good. Business was better.

The White Current wrapped around his robed body. He'd leave footprints but would pass unnoticed to sensors or the naked eye.

OOC: Ember is heading for the bacta farm: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/119618-sith-imperial-bacta-growth-and-manufacturing-plant/

My understanding of the layers of security there:

Stage 1: Surroundings
* Checkpoints on roads
* Random frequent patrols in surrounding forest

Stage 2: Perimeter
* Power fence
* Automated turrets
* Security droids

(Emergency shield - when activated, production halts and facility switches to dim emergency lighting)

Stage 3: Above-ground portion of facility
* Squat, gray, domed, armored, blast doors, ray shield generators.
* 3 ion anti aircraft turrets - 1 central, 2 on opposite sides.
* Shuttlepads.

Stage 4: Underground bacta farm
* Underground biomes, tight security, random frequent patrols, armed checkpoints

Stage 5: Underground lab
* Tunnels/lifts, armed checkpoints
* Underground central research lab, tight security

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Darius wasn't so sure about the man who had hired him. But his money was good and wasn't a mercenary alive not heard of the Night Father, Ember Rekali. But he had expected something more, and something less at the same time, than the man before him. Perhaps that was what meeting a living legend was. A letdown and revelation. Never the less, men had been made for life in the circles he traveled by doing jobs for this man. Regardless of the insanity of the job, he had jumped to take it and battered duraplast mixed with durasteel plating and tanned bantha leather had been put on. A heavy set of knuckle-busters, various trench knives. He wasn't excessively armed, but each piece was crude yet sturdy - about the highest quality he could afford.

Red hair shone as he stepped out behind Rekali, and he kept a close tracking, remembering the Elder saying something about the White Current. Darius could use the Force, to an extent, or so he was told. Control of it, knowledge of its subtleties, those didn't interest him like they seemed to his employer. The strength and tolerance to pain and exhaustion were what mattered to him, and that it gave him in spades. Leaving behind the second set of prints despite how lightly he stepped, he kept a tight watch, a battered old scattergun clutched in his paws.

Charge into the middle of the Sith Empire's territory, and disable a high value target. That was his focus. And watch Rekali's six. He could do this. He could, right?

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Coratanni Cartel]

2 Miles South of The Facility
Lucy

She sat quietly within a nook that had been naturally carved at the top of the forested tree, her left eye pressed against the scope of her rifle. From her perch within the forest canopy she could see most everything quite clearly, having chosen the tallest of the trees within the surrounding area. The Stealth suit she wore kept her concealed to most things, and more often than not people didn't tend to check every tree top in a jungle anyway. Lucy had been here for several hours now, and a growing discomfort had started to settle into her behind.

Trees were not meant for sitting on, generally anyway, and this one in particular seemed to object to her being here. The grand piece of Flaura of course didn't know that she felt exactly the same way, but there was little she could do about it at the moment.

Coming here had been a favor for Mara, her sister. At first she had suspected it was something else her parents wanted her to do, but Mara had assured her that this was a more...personal project, something to do with her siblings latest foray into various business aspects of the Cartel. It had seemed innocent enough, venture to Yavin, watch the facility for a few days, take some pictures and then leave. Simple, easy, and also incredibly boring.

By nature she was an assassin, not a scout.

Still, if it meant she was given a reprieve from fighting with mother and father? Then she would do it gladly.

So far thing shad been almost obnoxiously quiet. The Sith, unsurprisingly, ran a tight ship, and security was almost as regular as the sun rising and setting. She supposed that was for good reason, a lot of these folk were simple worker drones, and their masters didn't take kindly to mistakes. One tended to do everything perfectly when not doing so ended with your head being cut off. A fact she'd learned from her parents.