BELSAVIS JAIL BREAK!!!

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond twiddled his thumbs as he sat aboard the Defender-class light Corvette. While they were sneaking into a prison world their really was no need for them to sit in cells while they were aboard the ship. Des was decked out in a orange jumpsuit. He decided it looked a little plain and not hardcore enough for Belsavis, so he had a image of his former swoop gang printed on the back and ripped off both the sleeves. He observed the crew he had scrounged together and hoped they might fair better then his last gang..

He walked up the steps to the cockpit and leaned against the door way.

"See that orbital ahead. It's filled with scanners. We're not carrying any bombs and we have the clearance codes, so their should be no trouble..."

He pointed a dirty blue finger at Mala

"The codes are here. You'll need these when they begin hailing us," Desmond said casually as he handed her a paper with a series of numbers on it. Then he walked back down to the main bay.

"Alright guys, once we land we are not going where they tell us," Des pressed a button on a nearby wall and a holoprojection of the planet materialized. "We'll be landing here around cell block H-311. Once their our "Guards will escort us in. They'll keep us "prisoners" in a waiting room while we are processed. In the mean time our "Guards" will hack the security system and release the prisoners," Desmond hands Ghorua a small chip. "That's an ICE breaker. It'll get you into any system on Belsavis. Once the doors are open and the riot is under way we all go secure the armory,"

[member="Lark"], [member="Lady Agony"], [member="Lt. Sage"], [member="Mala Arar"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

CURRENT LOCATION: DEFENDER-CLASS LIGHT CORVETTE, HEADED FOR BELSAVIS​

CURRENT EQUIPMENT: PACKING LIGHT​

CURRENT MOOD: SUSPICIOUS​

Prison breaks had always been a favorite operation of the Shark. He had studied prisons extensively, to the point of almost obsession a few years ago. His parents' imprisonment had been what had sent him out into the galaxy in the first place. One might say it was what molded him into what he was today.

So yeah, he knows a thing or two about jails.

Ghorua stood hunched over uncomfortably, the back of his neck pressed against the ceiling of the ship. The Herglic wore a deep blue uniform, customary of the Belsavis Prison guards. He kept both of his slugthrowers in holsters at his sides, and his vibroknife in his boot, his only comforts for this mission. He had opted to leave the rest of his equipment behind. Too many toys, and he would attract unneeded attention. Well, he did have one more weapon in his arsenal.

Bones gnawed on a rubber bone between Ghorua's feet, the Massiff completely engrossed in the toy. Ghorua was glad that Massiffs were often used by prison guards, so it would not seem out of place to bring the pale hound. Ghorua patted the spines on Bones' back, grinning as she growled in pleasure. If there were one factor of this mission he trusted completely, it was his pet.

Ghorua looked around the room, at all the others gathered, a suspicious glint in his deep black eyes. He wasn't told much of what the mission entailed. Not too long ago, he wouldn't have cared. Now, he wasn't so sure.

The ten-foot-tall behemoth grinned sharply as he was handed the small metallic device. His large fingers handled the chip delicately, quickly slipping it into the front pocket on his uniform. "I always did love breaking the ice." His voice shook the air around him, rattling the procession of criminals to their cores.

He gave out a chuckle, and fell silent again, leaning down to pet his Massiff once more.

- [member="Desmond C'artyom"] - [member="Lark"] - [member="Lady Agony"] - [member="Lt. Sage"] - [member="Mala Arar"] -

 

[Lark]

Working in groups seemed like something Lark would inevitably have to get used to. He'd like to think he could accomplish his goals on his own, but the reasonable side of him reluctantly admitted that in certain situations, a team would be better than a lone individual. For now, Lark would cooperate with what this man, [member="Desmond C'artyom"], and whatever it was he needed done.

Whether he could trust Desmond, or any of the others for that matter, was another question entirely. They all looked at one another with suspicious glares, wary of every action they took. For what they were planning, they'd all have to work together, but it only took one person messing up or abandoning them for the whole operation to crumble.

Lark was clad in an orange jumpsuit, the color matching his yellow-orange eyes. He'd be one of the ones entering Belsavis as a prisoner. He had a small blaster that should go unnoticed, as well as a pair of knives strapped around his ankles. That was plenty for him, he was as deadly with a blade as a soldier was with his most trusted rifle.

The beast of a man made a comment, before settling back and petting his Massiff. The creature reminded him of the vornskrs, hound-like creatures that were native to Myrkr. Lark had once managed to tame a vornskr, but the beast had perished when Lark instigated the gang war that left every soul in his entire town dead.

"Nice Massiff," Lark said politely. He wouldn't trust anyone here, but he should at least get to know them if his life would potentially be in their hands. "Where'd you get it?"

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Lady Agony"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Garza]

One reason why I hated fleshlings, Their skin was disgusting. Having a mold of my face created to look more humanoid to fit in just a little bit more. Wearing gloves over my hands, and dressed in the prison guard uniform, I carried two blaster pistols, my little flechette rifle, and my assortment of vibrodaggers. While the knives were hidden, and the shark and I seemed to have the same idea. Dual pistols of some kind. Made it look like the two of us worked together often, or just had similar interests. Honestly, it was true. We were working together on starting a riot in a prison, to release prisoners. As a man who had been living for well over 800 years, I had seen the gulag plague in action. I watched as people died. Yet I lived.

Now, I am here helping to try and rebuild the future. Well, kind of. More like I was tearing it down to further my own goals. Looking around at the various others I would be working with. I ran a gloved hand over the top of my fake skinned head. Bald, and my yellow eyes were replaced with a cover to produce a normal eye. Green in fact. I looked a little bit like an Umbraun. Or just a bald human. Either worked.

The Chiss who was here was leading the operation. He was just paying me quite a lot for helping him. I was first and foremost a pilot. However, slicing, technology, fighting, they were all traits I had. No problem with them, but I wasn't the best. Looking over to the others who were all dressed up in their uniforms. I then stepped forward.

"To follow up on your operation, Either we can try and sneak away with one of their own ships, or I can call in my own. However, I would trust one of our ships to be used rather than theirs. They may have tracking systems on their ships. I don't want to be followed."

It was a reasonable request. And I doubted that I couldn't fit everybody onto my ship. We could even grab a few extra people. I wanted to make sure that all our bases were at least somewhat covered.

[member="Lark"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Lady Agony"], [member="Mala Arar"],

 

[Lady Agony]

Pandora felt free and naked at the same time without the large cybernetic shell shrouding her body. It was rare for her to go on a mission without the additional cybernetics, but she had been called in for stealth and not to fight. The black dursteel armor was a impressive and terrifying sight and would certainly draw attention to the group. Yet she still had those cybernetics that she needed to live, and they made her look notorious enough to fit in into belsavis, with strange tubes coming out her head, and a right arm which was fully cybernetic without even a trace of human flesh. She only carried a knife with her, hidden in her boot. Should she get into a real fight, one were she not simply cut a throat from behind she would fo what she could best: running and hiding, and then strik when the time was right.

Her greay and almost colorless eyes wandered of the group she was working with in this venture. She hadn't seen any of them before, but they seemed at least somewhat capable. After all the plan seemed pretty good, good enough that it might would actually work. It wasn't a normal bounty hunting job, but the pay was good and that was the thing that really mattered to her in the end.

Without her armor so look less terrifying than normally, but a corpse kept together by cybernetics was still something that could scare even the bravest men. She hoped that she could play that card once the riot would start, moving through the facility without someone stopping her. It wouldn't work for long, but her looks had helped her more than once to surprise and kill an enemy.

Her right moved to her boot, checking for the knife hidden there for one last time. The simple metal blade didn't looked to different from the rest of her body, as she looked at her reflection in the blade before hiding it again. Wordlessly she relaxed back in her chair, waiting for the prison break to begin.

[member="Mala Arar"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Lark"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

Compared to her fellow 'guards,' the blonde young woman going by the name of Mala was armed to an almost comically light degree - a single blaster pistol, Model DL-44, was her only weapon. No melee weapons, no rifles, no explosives. But she had something most of the others didn't - save the redhead with the yellow eyes, who she watched carefully. The rest of the crew she more or less ignored unless they did something that sparked her interest.

She had the Force. The Apprentice's presence in the Force was akin to the calm before a storm - a cool, collected exterior, with an explosive resevoir of rage and lust and need boiling right beneath, ready to be loosed at any given moment.

And, of course, she could act. Her body language did not suggest the young, inexperienced Neophyte that she was. Rather, she moved and spoke like an idealized Alliance Officer; proud without being arrogant, confident in herself without being stubborn. Even her voice was different; deeper and more authoritative, with a Corellian accent in place of her normal Coruscanti one.

The Sithling happened to be reciting the Code of the Sith when her Chiss employer spoke to her. "Through Strength, I gain Vic- Yeah, thanks." She snatched the paper from the Chiss's hand with a smooth motion, and looked over the code written down upon it. Simple enough to remember. "Through Strength, I gain Victory. Through Victory, my Chains are Broken. The Force shall Free me." The Acolyte's eyes flashed yellow for a brief second before fading back to their normal icy blue, and she nodded quickly to herself. She could do this. This was her thing. Lying was like breathing for her.

"Alright, I'm ready. Hope everyone else is."

[member="Lady Agony"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Lark"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond miniaturized the hologram and stalked his way back up too the cockpit. "No, this ship will do fine. My employer is expecting a specific transponder," He said to the mechanical man. "Now pay attention. If you don't fly us through the scanning point we can all kiss our shebs goodbye,"

He turned and his eyes darted around the bay in search of [member="Mala Arar"]. "Hey Kitten, you're up. After they scan the boat they'll hail us askin' for the clearance codes," Des turned his head ever so slightly to regard the pilot one last time "When we get through with this part take us to cell block H-311"

Desmond walked back to his seat and sat, one of his legs shaking uncontrollably. He clapped his hands together and the twitching ceased. Better to be safe then sorry, so Des went over the plan one last time. "As for the rest of us. When we land at the block our "Guards" will take us to the prisoner intake room. From there we will be inserted into individual cells. Once that's done Mister shark is going to the intake office. He'll smash some skulls and insert the ICE breaker, releasing all the prisoners. Then we just need to make our way to the armory.." Resume nervous leg shaking.

They'd either get blown to smithereens in space or probably get blown to smithereens planet side. The reward was worth it though. It was a kings ransom compared to what he promised the rest of them. Des smirked a little. He was moving up, no more small time heist for him. No more casing out suburbs. It was the big leagues now.



[member="Lady Agony"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Lark"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Belsavis.
Control Centre.
Prisoner Transfer.

Military Classification: C
Information: Prison World, Restricted World, Vine-coffee and vine-silk plantations, primary StarCaf production facility, Omega Pyre Trade Station, Doaba Class Defense Station, Uldyr- Class Defense Station
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Colonel Ivelisse hadn't been to Belsavis before today. The Galactic Alliance Guard had information that there was a prisoner within the.. well, prison, that had additional information to an organization that sold spice across Alliance Space. At the head of this operation was Aerion, naturally. Even as the head of the Guard, he wasn't going to keep himself in some office building on Coruscant and answer calls and deploy forces across Space. Out he went, to work these operations himself. With him at the prison compound were dozens of GAG forces.

Of course the Prison was already stationing many guards. Many more than what he could bring, but this was a sensitive situation with a bunch of prison officials that he didn't know, or care to know.

"Master Jedi, I can't just let you have this prisoner," the warden said.

The light blue eyes of Aerion disappeared as he closed his eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.

"I wasn't asking, Warden, and you don't really have an option," Aerion stated, pointing his armoured index finger at the console screen before them. On it, it listed official declaration for the prisoner. Oh, yeah, that's right. The prisoner was meant to be delivered a week ago on Coruscant. That's why Aerion was here. Because the Sergeant he had sent was denied and sent back to Coruscant. "Oh, and it's Colonel Ivelisse," he said as he opened his eyes.

In regards to the plan that the faux prisoners had in the form of [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Lady Agony"], [member="Lt. Sage"], [member="Lark"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"], information would have to be processed through the Command Centre. It was unfortunate that unknowingly, the Galactic Alliance Guard had arrived, unexpected and unannounced, but they were luck, because Aerion didn't pay attention to those on communications. Besides, why would he even be paying attention to what the Warden's people were saying? It wasn't as if he knew the correct procedures. That was someone else's job. Probably his, but he neglected it.

"If you want give me the prisoner I want, I'll be forced to arrest you and detain you in your own prison."

Spoiler: In Belsavis Space,

IN BELSAVIS SPACE --

Doaba Class Defense Station


Armaments: (Note: Trading 30 warheads for 60 capital guns, trading 40 capital guns for 80 defense guns)

• Twelve Long-Range Ion Cannons
• Fifteen Heavy Ion Cannon Batteries
• Twenty-Five Heavy Turbolaser Cannon Batteries
• Sixty Light Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Forty-Five Flak Cannons
• Eighty Quad Laser Cannons

Hangar:

• 54 Starfighters (Traded Gunships and Dropships 1:1 and the heavy drops 1:2, then applied the hanger bonus)

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Communications Array
• Encryption Network
• Escape Pods
• Heavy Ray Shield Generator
• Heavy Maneuvering Thrusters
• Holonet Transceiver
• Reinforced Hull Plating
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Particle Shield Generator
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems

Uldyr Class Defense Station
Armaments:

• Ten Heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons
• Fifty Fastmount Ion Cannon Turrets
• Twenty-Five Heavy Energy Torpedo Projectors
• Sixty-Five Antimissile Octets
• Ninety-Six Quad Laser Cannon Turrets
• Ninety-Six Flak Cannons

Hangar:

• Twelve Aegis or M47 dropships

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Communications Array
• Encryption Network
• Escape Pods
• Heavy Ray Shield Generator
• Heavy Maneuvering Thrusters
• Holonet Transceiver
• Reinforced Hull Plating
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Particle Shield Generator
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems

Omega Pyre Station




Armaments:

• Five Dual Ion Cannons
• Fifteen Turbolaser Cannons
• Twelve Concussion Missile Launchers
• Forty-Eight Quad Laser Cannon Turrets
• Forty-Eight Flak Cannons

Hangar:

• 24 Knight-class fighters
• 12 Scout-class interceptors
• Space for up to 48 light freighters (max)

Non-Combative Attachments:

• Escape Pods
• Exterior Docking Ring (x2)
• Long-range Communications Array
• Holonet Transceiver
• Standard Deflector Shield Generator
• Standard Detention Cells
• Standard Entertainment Systems
• Standard Life Support Systems
• Standard Navigational Systems
• Standard Sensor Array
• Standard Targeting Systems
• Tractor Beam (x18)

[OOC]: Defenses are the same ones listed here.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Belsavis
Control Center
Prison Transfer

Yes, with [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] came dozens of GAG officers of the peace and one grumpy, taciturn SIS agent. The agent wore an old black poncho that looked as if it'd seen better days. The same could be said of the agent himself, what with his greasy dirty blonde hair and week old stubble. A hint of wit glinted in his clever eyes, like a diamond in the rough of an I don't give a flying kark attitude.

Sal Katarn scratched at his neck. Watchin' the Colonel keelhaul a few jumped up security guards was about as entertaining as he expected this day to be.

Don't know what I did to get stuck babysitting the GAG.

He pulled out a deathstick and put it between his lips. A flash of movement caught his eye and he turned, slapping away a hand.

"Stop that," he rasped over the stick between his lips. He sounded as if a Gamorrean had gone over his vocal chords with a sandpaper followed by a holy stone.

"You can't smoke that in here," whined the guard who'd tried to snatch the deathstick from him.

Katarn's eyes narrowed dangerously, then he grunted and put the thing away.

"Fine."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Lady Agony"] | @Lt Sage | [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Leo was thrown into a cell, maintaining his balance as he was pushed forward. His restraints were removed and the door to the cell slammed shut. [member="John Shepherd"] had asked if Leo could do some 'small' chores for the Outback, one of them including rescuing an important individual from the maximum-security wing in Belsavis, somebody who could assist with their cause. There were no windows in the maximum-security wing, but the bitter cold seeped through the walls, chilling Leo to his very being. He wasn’t used to being without his trench-coat and leathers, instead donned in a standard prisoner uniform like the rest of the common scrabble. Now all he had to do was wait…

| [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Lady Agony"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] |

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua smiled jollily as [member="Lark"] asked him about his pet. Ghorua didn't entirely know why, but it was surely to try to reveal something about the Shark. He decided to be relatively honest. He was to be counting on these men, after all. "I've got a breeder. I could hook you up, if you want." Ghorua laughed deeply before looking back up to the rest.

[member="Lady Agony"] seemed to be the least willing to make conversation. To be honest, the pale woman was the one he was most wary of. She smelled of death, and Ghorua would know. His genetically-modified sense of smell was acute to a tee, and the flesh on her bones was literally dead. Interesting indeed.

He was far less uncomfortable around [member="Mala Arar"]. Besides the fact that she was actually alive, Ghorua recognized her reciting the Sith Code. He had worked with Sith in the past, and they had been surprisingly friendly, despite their less-than-friendly reputation. Of course, she could backstab them all in a heartbeat, but Ghorua would trust a Sith over a common criminal any day.

Ghorua patted the satchel at his side, keeping it's contents securely fastened. The large Herglic cleared his throat as [member="Desmond C'artyom"] finished speaking. "I do have a question for you, sir." He frowned slightly, thinking hard. "How much will this ICE break? Just the doors to the cells? All locks? Even the cameras? I need to know what I've got here." Ghorua crossed his arms over his chest, and waited.

He could taste the anticipation in the air. They were rearing to go. The question remains; is the Alliance?

- [member="Leo Vandermolen"] - [member="Sal Katarn"] - [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] -

 

[Darth Imperia]

"Clearance code: 0023-Shriek-Hawk-47. We've got three prisoners to deposit."

The young acolyte appeared, as always, calm and collected. But on the inside? She was about as high strung as they came. This was always the 'fun' part - was she convincing? Did she hesitate just a second too long? If she did her job right, they'd be inside without a problem. If she didn't? Well, they wouldn't have to worry about it for too long. Or anything else, ever again, for that matter.

A few seconds of silence, tension so thick you could cut it with a beskad, and then... "Alright. You're cleared. Make your way to the docking port and we'll take those prisoners off your hands."
The Sithling looked around at the rest of the crew with relief, and then gestured to [member="Lt. Sage"] to continue on. Phase One of the plan went off without a hitch - it was up to them to keep this mission from falling apart, now.

Except, of course, that wasn't quite true. Truth be told, the Apprentice didn't trust this crew to get in and out without attracting any attention - and while she knew the riot they had planned would keep most of the heat off of them, it never hurt to have a bit of extra insurance. Especially if that insurance came in the form of a certain Whiphid Sith with a penchant for mischief...

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Lady Agony"]
[member="Lt. Sage"]
[member="Lark"]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Mala Arar"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

Stygium cloak? Check.

Thrust trace dampers? Check.

Gravitic modulator? Check.

Enemy defense installations outfitted with absolutely crap sensor suites? Check.

Outsystem decant preceded by slow deceleration and anteceded by a long supraluminal approach so as to attenuate the efficacy of potential hyperspace reversion detection processes and/or technologies? Check.

The old Fringe Confederation Sekairo-class insertion transport, lightly armed but really tasty in the stealth department, slipped down through the atmosphere of Belsavis. Aboard, Force signature hidden, Velok hummed off-key.

"You've got a friend in me, ba dubbada dum dum. You've got a friend in meee. When the road looks...rough ahead, and you're parsecs and parsecs from your nice warm bed..."

 

[Lark]

Lark waited, lounging in his seat as [member="Mala Arar"] gave the clearance codes. He took note of the code she had used, he doubted it would be useful later on, but better safe than sorry. She stayed calm as she spoke, but a Sith would. Was this the part when people felt the most anticipation? They all knew what was coming, and they were anxious of the potential dire consequences.The shuttle had gone deathly quiet after Mala gave the codes and [member="Ghorua the Shark"] spoke of the breeders. Perhaps having a Massiff wouldn't be such a bad idea, he thought. Unsure of what to do to while the shuttle neared Belsavis, he peacefully closed his eyes, resting. If he drifted off into a calm slumber, the others could wake him if something important happened.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Lady Agony"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond stood up abruptly and began pacing the deck. [member="Mala Arar"] was feeding the GA their clearance codes now. A short pause that seemed like an eternity, then they were in the clear. "Alright. You're cleared. Make your way to the docking port and we'll take those prisoners off your hands." Des let out an audible sigh of relief. "Phew, Okay, first things first. We are not going to that docking bay once we make it past those scanners. We're landing in a clearing outside the designated cell block. From there we hike our way into that cell blocks transfer/processing center," Des turned to face [member="Ghorua the Shark"] and finally answer his question.

"In regards to the ICE breaker chip, it'll bring up most command interfaces programmed to the terminal. Cameras, security locks, etc. In the hand of a more skilled slicer you might even be able to disable any animatronic security they have linked." Desmond's hand had been shaking and he just now noticed. With his other he grabbed his arm and steadied the haywire limb. "The reason you are holding on to it and not [member="Lt. Sage"] is because you are more likely to survive. Feel free to give it to the man. Er.. Machine.. Pilot.. Whatever, once you clear the way for him,"

[member="Lady Agony"], [member="Lark"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Velok the Younger"], [member="Sal Katarn"], [member="Aerion Ivelisse"]

 

[Lady Agony]

Pandora could feel how her almost dead body relaxed as soon as the ship got clearance for the docking procedure. Not that it would be any easier from here, but at least no one had blown them out of the sky before they could even reach the prison. Now she could finally concern herself with actually going into the prison. The plan was solid, and posing as prisoners and wards could actually work, at least for a short time. Sooner or later the prison personal would realise the mistake, and based on what she heard about belsavis chances were high that it would be sooner and not later. Still it was better then going in hot from the start, especially considering the lack of firepower they brought with them. This had to be as quick and silent as possible to be a success.

Her knife had disappeared back into her boot, hidden from curious eyes. She felt her breathing pattern becoming more irregular as the ship got closer to their target, as adrenaline was slowly pushed through her veins, one of the few biochemical processes that still worked like before her transformation into a crude blend of dieing flesh and steel. It was the anticipation many soldiers, mercenaries and bounty hunters had before going in, a lingering feeling of not so distant danger, the stress of risking live and health, and the desire for success, be it for money of for ideology.

Finding her inner balance, her breathing began to even out a bit, and she allowed herself to catch a last moment of relaxation before hell would break lose. Her eyes wandered over the rest of the crew, in a final attempt to predict how this would go. The clock was ticking.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Lark"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Lt. Sage"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua nodded as [member="Desmond C'artyom"] explained the device. While Ghorua was a mechanic, slicing was a little out of his comfort zone. He looked to [member="Lt. Sage"] with a wry smile. "Hear that? The big blue thinks I can survive longer than you." He gave the man, which, according to Ghoura's senses, had no blood in his system, a bit of a chuckle, and continued to stare into nothingness.

Ghorua was confident in his own acting abilities. Being a bounty hunter meant using a bit of trickery every now and again. Impersonating a guard was well within his skillset, as he had been a bodyguard for some portion of his life. He could only guess if the others would give away the ruse. From the looks of things, they were all professionals, so Ghorua wasn't too worried.

Ghorua waited in tense anticipation as they were given the clear, and crossed his massive arms over his chest. He was confident he could clear a path for his team, but after that initial charge, after the element of surprise was lost... He couldn't keep an army occupied for long. Especially if he didn't have his full armor. Of course, he did have a little something to help in that regard.

Hidden within his satchel, a folded piece of fabric was almost invisible to the naked eye. The photoreceptive spidersilk elaxtex cloak was his own insurance. When wearing it, he would be nearly undetectable, be it scanners, or the naked eye. If things truly went wrong, he could escape rather easily. Not that he needed to let any of the others know. He expected them all to have similar escape plans as well. It was quite common for these sorts of things, it seemed.

"Well then, let's get down to business." Ghorua cracked his knuckles, the sound resembling cracking duracrete.

- [member="Lady Agony"] - [member="Lark"] - [member="Velok the Younger"] - [member="Mala Arar"] - [member="Leo Vandermolen"] - [member="Sal Katarn"] - [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] -

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Lark"] [member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Lady Agony"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Mala Arar"]

Belsavis
Control Center

Noah sighed as he rubbed his neck, well rubbed it through his armor as the Warden of the prison led him to the Control Center. He had been told briefly by the Warden that a few members of the Galactic Alliance Guard had shown up, unannounced of course in the typical fashion of the GAG, to transfer a prisoner from Belsavis to Coruscant for something or another, not that Noah gave a actual shit all he cared about were the GAG coming into a Omega Pyre ran facility trying to take a prisoner that he was under his jurisdiction. Well technically at least.

Walking into the room Noah took a survey of the room and spotted the man he knew he needed to talk to. Noah was saddled up in his standard combat gear. His custom Ori'Ramikad Armor, cloak, rifle, pistols, knives, blade and sword all holstered and sheathed on his Bodo Baas Gunbelt. Trailing behind him were five members of the Omega Pyre's elite Protector's Guard. The Protector's Guard was originally formed to be a bodyguard unit for the Lady and Lord Protectors, though many of them didn't particularly need them, but now after the dissolution of the Omega Protectorate there was no need for them and now if there was a job the Pyre couldn't get done you sent in the Protector's Guard.

The Guards behind him were dressed in the Pyre standard Omega Advanced Combat Armor Mk I, four of them were armed with OPR-1 Blaster Rifles while the last one was armed with a OPRC-1 Rotary Blaster Cannon and a Mk I Bolter. Each of them also carried a BTI-WB Heavy Blaster Pistol and a Vibroblade.

Surveying the room one last time Noah decided to speak. "Why the hell was I woken up to sort out this bullshit?" Noah questioned to no one in particular hoping to get a answer.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Belsavis
Control Centre

Somewhere behind him was [member="Sal Katarn"], for whatever reason. Certainly not a reason that he paid attention to, or cared to acknowledge. SIS? Observer? His attendant? Some Liaison Officer? Didn't matter. Didn't care. He shot a withering look over his shoulder to the man when he heard him speak, but he didn't say anything to him. His head just rotated back towards the Warden.

"Very well then."

Aerion was turning to leave. This was getting pointless, and he was only in the Control Room as a courtesy, but if the Omega Pyre apparent wouldn't listen, he'd fetch the prisoner himself. That was when [member="Noah Corek"] came through the door speaking some nonsense of why he was woken up. The young Jedi Knight didn't care. He reached up to the comm in his ear and said to the other GAG operatives nearby. "Team One meet me in the cellblock," he said and he stopped when he spotted the group of Pyre Guards blocking his exit.

Aerion wasn't known for being kind. Let alone being polite. He was blunt and spoke his mind at any and all points. Whenever he wanted really.

"Move."

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

At hearing the sharks last reply Desmond agreed. It was time to move. Get the show on the road. He stalked up to the cockpit and it seemed the machine had shut down on them. "Typical hunk of junk, that's what I get for hiring a 800 year old rusted bag of bolts,"

Desmond stripped the droid of his uniforms and tried on his disguise. It fit. He sat in the co-pilot seat and flew the ship through the scanners. Then a voice crackled over the intercom "Transponders and radiation signature is good, proceed to designated cell block,"

Now to cell block H-311. He plotted the course then put the ship on autopilot. He turned back into the bay and addressed the crew.
"Slight change of plans guys. I've been promoted," He said as he stared at the stripes on his shoulders. Their was something missing... Not enough finesse.

Des walked over to a locker and dug a pulse rifle out of the old box and a GA rank patch. He slapped the patch on his uniform. It designated him as a part of the illustrious Rogue squadron. Much better. He then slung the rifle around his neck.

(Ooc: seems Lt. Sage bailed. Sorry bout the late post)

[member="Lark"], [member="Lady Agony"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Mala Arar"]