Frosted Feathers | Ichtor VIII

[Holt]

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ICHTOR EIGHT​

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Holt did not like the cold. No matter how far he'd traveled in the galaxy, he'd much rather spend his time on sand-blasted planets than the uninhabited snowballs that were found on the fringes of civilized space. No one with a right mind would inhabit such inhospitable worlds for simply peaceful means; no, more often than not it was some listening post or military base frozen under the ice. It was unfortunate, then, that much of the galaxy's memorable conflicts had taken place over frozen worlds. And it would be a shame that Holt would be operating on one of those worlds today.

From the moment that Moff Terrus had in a drunken rage said he'd vow to see the worlds of the 'usurper governments,' no doubt the Confederacy and the Outer Rim Coalition, burn in fire, Holt's agents and little birds in the Rookery had picked it up at once. The whole purpose of the Ministry of Secrets was to identify threats and, preferably, eliminate them before they became a bother. It was a high task, and even higher responsibility, but the danger and intrigue of secret missions and status of galactic operatives meant that the rosters of Ravens and Crows were not short. That was easy to see enough, looking around the Goshawk as multiple agents cleaned their weapons, rechecked equipment or simply stared in curiosity at the various instruments around them.

The Goshawk itself was one of the many assets that the Rookery had at their disposal. Formerly a light cruiser captured in some skirmish or another with the First Order, the interior had been gutted and completely refitted with state-of-the-art tech available only to the Ministry of Secrets. Top-notch sensor systems, hidden weapons, communications arrays that far surpassed the original model, and a hold for whatever a bird could want. It was something like an outlaws dreams, except the Goshawk was not made for some self-serving criminal. It was made to serve the better good of the Confederacy.

Holt cleared his throat. The plan for getting in was simple; they'd say that the Goshawk was a lone crew, hoping to join the Moff's protection and purpose of seeking vengeance against the Confederacy. It was only an escort corvette, and the story was plausible. After that, Holt would remain aboard the Goshawk's command center while the disguised Ravens and Crows made their way off the ship to do what they needed to do. A warning signal alerted the cabin that the ship was approaching their destination, and Holt merely gave a nod before returning to his controls. For a second, he had thought to give some inspiring speech to promote passion and patriotism in this rag-tag assortment of assassins and spies. But he thought against it. After all, they were all professionals here.

Spoiler

[member="Immortal Cyan"]
[member="Scherezade DeWinter"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Damien Wynter"]
[member="Oz Verde"]
[member="Ciri Jade"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

MOUNT DUNSTRADT, LOWER PEAK
Approx. 0.4 klicks from target
Strike Team Omikron: @BE-183
CIS: [member="Holt"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Enemies: Moff Terrus Security Force

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The Death Trooper looked down at the cavernous maw of Fort Dunstradt. The corvette base which clung inside Mount Dunstradt in Ictor's northern hemisphere. It would take a little trek, but they were close. Closer than before. Raising his hand to his helm, Rexus activated his comms unit. "Command, this is ALPHA Three, strike team Omikron is in position to final advance." The Death Trooper barked, before turning back to the others. An interesting group had assembled. FOSB, Death Troopers and stormtroopers. The Retribution Corps made for interesting bedellows.

Still, the mission needed performing. Rexus instinctively checked for his rifle and baton. They were engaging one "Moff" Garrus Terrus. A weasely little man, Terrus was a figure of minor political import in the grander scheme of things. An undersecretaries undersecretary in the Ministry of Education and Labour. Specifically specifying in the construction and admin of work camp complexes. A job that was largely unforgiving, but still gave some benefits and connections.. Former One Sith penal warden, turned First Order military officer, turned high ranking bureacrat. Not one who would see much in the way of action. But one who had some clout. Especially with the liquidation of Ichtor 8's political structure via Ssi-Ruuk Imperium gas attack.

According the defectors from Fort Dunstradt and local forces, Terrus had managed to rally a ramshackle force to his side. Made up of Werewolf Partisans from the local "Death Stohl" Brigade, wardens and guards from a labour camp, a number of ex-First Order army officers and members of the local patrol fleet. None of whom had heeded the call to Pa'Desh. That alone was worthy of execution. But it was Terrus' claim to warlordom which really rattled the Junta's cage. Specifically the fact he could act as an illegitimate threat to that of Grand Admiral Rausgeber.

The Death Trooper turned to his associates crawling up the peak, and then to the skies as an escort corvette slowly moved toward the mountain. Seemed a patrol was coming back in for re-fueling. Perfect. "Alright," Rexus announced, "We're gonna have to bust a real quick move getting our arses in 'ere." He snapped, "We'll slide in, in the maintenance section, and use the ship docking for cover, aye?" Not waiting for any affirmation, the Death Trooper continued, "Alright, chuff on, double time."

 

[Zrak Ren]

Allies: CIS/First Order

Another day, another not as up front mission as Zrak wanted. Just how many times was he going to have himself thrown into a mission which wasn't an all out war? This was not what he trained for. He had his skills, and while he could manage to take part in these things, he absolutely hated it. Not cause he couldn't lie, he did that pretty much every day, but because it was incredibly dull. He had The Dragon hidden under the disguise, detached from the staff piece of course or it would never fit, along with the Armor of Ren giving him that extra degree of protection he enjoyed.

He crossed his arms patiently as they closed in, quite ready for all of this to get started. Just a short time and finally he'd get some action. he still wanted to distinguish himself but apparently it hadn't been enough yet. That was fine, he'd work, and work. With the Knights of Ren's trouble though, he expected his abilities to come into more use then they had so far. Oh well, only so much he could do about that.

Intending to go out with all the rest in disguise until their time was right, he also had an idea in mind of how he could best take advantage of his combative talents, and Shaping abilities as a rather experienced Shaper of Kro Var. But first they had to actually start.

Immortal Cyan
Scherezade deWinterhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17618-scherezade-dewinter/http://starwarsrp.net/user/17618-scherezade-dewinter/
Ingrid L'lerimhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/20606-ingrid-llerim/http://starwarsrp.net/user/20606-ingrid-llerim/
Razelle Breunerhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1392-razelle-breuner/
Damien Wynterhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21235-damien-wynter/
Oz Verdehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18576-oz-verde/
Ciri Jadehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21106-ciri-jade/

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Extra: Bringing a group of B1's carrying many gallons of Liquid Ion Sugar and Karkmatter.
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Veena Reshma"] [member="Holt"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Scherezade huddled in her purple fur coat. Much as she hated the heat that Geonosis had to offer, so did she hated snow covered plains and icy cold winds that seemed to penetrated down to her very bones. Despite her history, she was a child of Endelaan through and through. Farming weather was where she was most comfortable, sunny but with a breeze, followed by cool nights decked with beautiful stars.

She had come here… They had all come here, to take down a threat known as Moff Terrus. A gazillion different ways to deal with the politician had been offered, and Scherezade remained a hard supporter for the just shoot him between the eyes and get it done with approach. It was widely known that the longer you toyed wit the mouse, the more likely another cat was going to end up being the one to eat it. Or the mouse would eventually turn out to have nipple lasers and melt your face off. You did not play around with dangerous prey – you killed it. The sooner, the quicker, the better.

It was almost laughable, that she, despite the centuries of knowledge burned into her mind by her grandmother, had developed into holding such views. Her grandmother, whose adventures had tainted many of Scherezade's first experiences as a real girl on the cusp of womanhood, had firmly believed that killing her enemies and those she hated was a waste of resources. How had she phrased it? Why kill when you can prolong the suffering of the living. Most of the time Scherezade wasn't sure whether her grandmother would have fit into the First Order when they were a major galactic contender, or into the Sith Empire. Or perhaps even none of them, leaving the original Lady deWinter to claim that she was simply too good for the either of them.

Seated aboard the Goshawk, the Sithling shivered, and closed her fur coat tither about herself. It didn't matter that ships like these had perfect climate control; there were things the weather did that no good heater or air conditioner could undo. On the ship were a bunch of B1's too, that she had insisted on bringing along, as there was no way that she was going to carry the lovely toys she had with her, and it was a shame to let them go unused.

Then of course, there was that minor matter of all the weapons she carried. Some were beneath her coat, some were beneath her armor, some were hidden in places unimaginable by man. Suffice to say, if anything became bloody, she would be the first to make sure they got bloodier and faster.

"How long 'till we can go?" she asked, looking at [member="Holt"]. It was his mission, sort of – he was the one that came with the info and signed the tricky paperwork. But, it was nice to have someone else be in charge for once. Scherezade was going to squeeze every drop of pleasure she could out of it.

Provided she didn't freeze to death first.

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Location: Goshawk Bridge
Objective: Support Mission Operations
Chassis: Black, Silver
Gear: URD-X9 Portable Railgun, Bacta stim, Several types of antidote stims
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Veena Reshma"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
FO Tags: Zrak Ren | Rexus Wenck

Nyx strode between stations on the bridge monitoring the status of the ship on their approach. A vessel this side had a bridge to match, which meant numerous stations and a flurry of activity. Only the truly outstanding information needed to reach the Captain's ear, which left them time to observe the battlefield and strategize. The minutia of ship operations need not concern them. That being said, correlating the minutia was a task Nyx took to well to ensure the vessel was not infiltrated or otherwise compromised in a way any one duty station would overlook.

Scherezade deWinter inquired as to the mission time table. Nyx spared the moment a look before also examining the disposition of her droids. More importantly, their cargo. Which far from the engines, the chemicals would still significantly disrupt mission operations if anything should happen to the containers. Fortunately, her B1s did not appear particularly... incapable; and the containers themselves passed close sensor evaluation.

As for her own gear, the railgun stuck high over the droid's shoulder. She'd painted her chassis black with silver trim for the mission. In the event she needed to pass enemy inspection, as unlikely as such a thing might be. If they were on the ship -- especially the bridge -- it would prove difficult to maintain their overall cover. Nevertheless, Nyx found the experience quite...interesting. In fact, in some way even familiar though despite several recursive searches Nyx could not identify why.

"Captain," Nyx approached Holt's position, "stations are ready on your command." While her red eyes did not glow brightly, the dark coating of her chassis made them 'pop' as some organics described it.

 

[Holt]

CIS Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Immortal Cyan"] [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]

FO Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

"Not much longer. We should be docking within the base momentarily," Holt said aside to the young woman. He was more intent on guiding the light cruiser into the docking bay. Holt may be many, many things, but he was not an expert pilot, and landing something like the Goshawk was exceptionally difficult. Not to mention that he would have to pull it off flawlessly, to come across as a crew of trained First Order pilots rather than a single Confederacy spy.

Despite Holt's lack of professional training, it seemed to be enough to fool the tower control officers of the mad Moff. The Goshawk hovered smoothly into the docking bay, magnetic clamps locking into place as the lowered heat shield of the docking bay began to rise again. The cold of Ichtor Eight was bearable, yes, but only just and it was not kind to those caught in it's bitter wind.

After making sure that the seals were in place, he turned towards the droid. She was a Rook, same as him and new to the Rookery, but Holt did not doubt her skill or prowess in combat; he got that from the railgun slung over the droid's metal shoulder. He nodded his head in thanks before turning around to face the rest of the Confederacy agents. They were sitting in dropship-fashion, clad in the standard and iconic white plastoid armor of First Order Stormtroopers. Holt was dressed as an officer, but he frowned when he saw a few out of place, the armor of the Crow that had just asked him when they'd arrive. Not exactly as inconspicuous as he'd hoped.

Holt cleared his throat. "Most likely they'll send a team in to do a routine inspection of the ship. You," he said, nodding towards the young crow, "will take care of them, and maybe take their armor when you're finished. It would be best to try and not raise an alarm," Holt said dryly. "As for the rest of you, as soon as the all-clear is given, then you know your positions. Let's finish this in a timely fashion; they should be serving Nerf steak stew in the Rookery comissary tonight, and I don't hope to miss out." Holt made a shoo-shooing mission with his hand as he turned back to the communications controls on the bridge.

Soon enough, a request ping came over from tower control, requesting permission to board. Holt granted it as he began flipping on some switches, looking over the droid with one eye as he did so. "You'll probably want to make yourself scarce until the First Order leaves. Last time I checked, your model was not on their roster."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: Goshawk Bridge, Ichtor VIII
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
CIS Tags: [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]
FO Tags: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Zrak Ren"]

---

At last others are join to Ingrid on the ship, maybe not everyone, but Holt and Scherezade did. The planet; the Ichor VIII. She loved the frozen planets, she was born one of them, and now, if she didn’t work something she lived on a frozen/icy planet. Cold and deadly, just like Ingrid. This ground was the perfect to here. Easy to hide or camouflage in the snow, the blizzards are made more difficult the sensors operations. The blizzards; she knows they could be problem to themselves too, but Ingrid didn’t worried about this.

While they are moved to the Ichor VIII she tried to read every files and datacrons about the moff, his man, base, and the planet as well. She still did not want to enter the game blindly. Their lives could depend on it, so Ingrid wanted to be careful. And she wanted to be prepared for everything, every single trick, trap. She wanted to avoid the troubles. She was very immersed in reading, she barely heard Scherezade’s voice, but after that she lift her head.

Good question, she was interested in the answer too, so Ingrid looked Holt too. After Holt’s answer she learned that, they are here. She wears white plastoid armor of First Order Stormtroopers, and she hated it. She wished if only wears an officer uniform just like Holt. At last she put the helmet on her head and stood up.

”Good luck everyone! Let's go kill a moff!” she said.

When the ship is docked, Ingrid start to take her place. Before she left this room she looked back to [member="Scherezade deWinter"], maybe she’ll come, or something else.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Where: Goshawk bridge
What: Being a victim of poor coordination
Who: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Zrak Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

The majority of Razelle's deployments had been in an infantry capacity. Soldier into forward scout into special operations, eventually intelligence, private sector... None of that had required her to serve for much time on-board any form of starship larger than a medium freighter or corvette. Holt's precious baby was understaffed and it still seemed at once crowded to her and an utter ghost town. All that empty space, unused and silent. It was freaking creepy, alright? There was a reason that she preferred smaller, lived-in ships to these clunky capital ships. Why a bunch of spies were showing up on a ship this big was beyond her. She wanted to trust that Holt had even the vaguest idea what he was doing, but evidence continued to mount to the contrary.

For now, before the crew actually moved into action, "Albatross" had found other ways to busy herself. Checking false transponders, keeping the masking signals up-to-date on all of Holt's precious toys... She'd tried to check the comm line security once, but there was some mobile hardware hooked up to it at the moment. Bleeding-edge droids were miles better at E-war than her slapshod knowledge-through-experience. Instead, she spent some doing weapons checks for the Murderous Ginger Brigade. Most knew how to care for their own hardware. Razelle was just trying to pass the time.

Said shrieking death-harpies were beginning to mobilize right as she hooked her head back into the bridge. Skeleton crew up here. Just a couple of randos, Holt, and that droid who'd taken over cybersecurity. Raz gave a grin and a smile to Scherezade as she passed on her way up to the man allegedly in charge. If anything happened to Scherezade, she knew exactly whose fault it'd be.

Game face. "Holt," she greeted, nodding slightly as she approached. Her face was practically carved from stone. For a rarity, she didn't smell of stimsmoke. "You wanted murderbirds and infiltrators on the outbound. Logistics wasn't in the briefing." Raising an eyebrow, the blonde crossed her arms and leaned against Holt's terminal. "Droid's got electronics handled up here. I'm floating."

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Location: Goshawk Bridge
Objective: Support Mission Operations
Chassis: Black, Silver
Gear: URD-X9 Portable Railgun, Bacta stim, Several types of antidote stims
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"][ | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Veena Reshma"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Nyx turned her cranial unit to the side to regard the asset known as Razelle. The droid found the array of personalities among Ministry personnel quite...eclectic. Truthfully, when she joined, Nyx had expected a group of extremely serious, focused individuals set to bolster the Confederacy while tearing down anyone that opposed them. Yet somehow that seemed to be the public image people ascribed to Imperial Intelligence. Strange then that had been her expectation early on. Naturally this was all very swiftly replaced with the reality of her 'coworkers.' And despite their diverse personalities they were quite effective.

In the end, Nyx was quite satisfied with the arrangement. A serious and focused group would likely not have been half as educational in terms of bolstering the accuracy of her social interaction module.

Holt spared her a moment, to which the Droid's dim red gaze fell to the mission commander. "I do not believe my model is on any roster." There was a faint buoyancy to her synthesized voice. An attempt at levity or mirth. Yet what she had said was quite accurate so far as Nyx was aware. Given her designation ended in a '3' it suggested others, but she had never encountered them. Unfortunate, in a way.

"However, I will locate to the nearest closet and remain there until the threat has passed." If any of them wonder whether Nyx was trying the answer was affirmative. Exposure to so many interesting personalities would naturally lead her social simulation to strive for the same demeanor. However, the droiid knew she had quite large margins for improvement. Humans took for granted just how important genuine emotions were in guiding their social interactions.

Nyx gave Holt a nod before she turned in place and began to stride back down the bridge. Upon examination of the ship's schematics Nyx chose a room not too far from the bridge, but one unlikely to be 'toured' by any personnel. If by chance they chose to there would be plenty of conduit available to quickly relocate and avoid detection. Nearby machinery should help regarding portable scanning devices as well.

 

[Holt]

CIS Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Immortal Cyan"] [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]

FO Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Holt gave a small nod of acknowledgment towards [member="Nyx N1X3]. If the droid was expecting mirth, she would be hard-pressed to get results from Holt, himself a mirthless and grim man. Perhaps Holt's coldness would serve to satisfy the new droid's uncertain impressions of the Ministry of Secrets, but he could hardly deny that her observations were off-base. Unlike the Imperial Security Bureau, or any other standard intelligence organization for that matter, the Ministry of Secrets held a certain [I]uniqueness[/I] around it's personnel, a quirky trait that Holt was still undecided about.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14px][FONT=tahoma]As he straightened a glove, he turned towards [member="Razelle Breuner"] as she finished talking. Her slang was unfamiliar but decipherable; a bunch of lingo that Holt had to assume came from military life. He himself had never served in any form of military, unless you could count his classified years as a mercenary, floating as the fellow Rook had described. "Make yourself useful," he said shortly to the Rook. Holt was not trying to be impolite; the brusqueness in which he spoke was simply his usual way of associating with others. "I need someone to slice into the base's communications. Let's hear what this Moff is saying," Holt began to say before a ping on the shipboard communications cut him off. The stormtroopers were beginning the boarding procedure.

"Look alive," he said to the rest of the gathered birds as he pressed a button, opening the hatch of the corvette. "We have guests."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Extra: Bringing a group of B1's carrying many gallons of Liquid Ion Sugar and Karkmatter.
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Veena Reshma"] [member="Holt"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Scherezade nodded and continued to fidget, annoyed at the amount of time it was taking. She was not good at the whole waiting thing, which was but part of what made her a horrible sniper; Scherezade was a very much hands on slaughter 'em all and make them bleed sort of a person. Thankfully, that was exactly what she was going to be doing – kill the team that the other side was going to be sending in.

"Don't forget to use the Ion Sugar and the Karkmatter," she reminded both Holt and the others who were there. They'd brought entire gallons of the stuff with them, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

Looking at her godmother, hereto be known as 'Albtaross', the Sithling grinned. They were going to beat what remnants of the First Order were around, and go back home. Maybe this time she could guilt Raz into buying her a mountain of Bantha Wings to celebrate a job well done.

Other than that was a redhead that Scherezade was sure she'd scented before through the blood, and a droid that she had met at a Bird Party not too long before that.

Grinning at the redhead, Scherezade motioned with her head, and soon enough, the two were off. "Let's hunt us down some teams to kill!" the Sithling bounced happily, the tips of her fingers already tingling with anticipation.

 

[Holt]

CIS Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Immortal Cyan"] [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]

FO Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

The time that the mission was taking was unnerving Holt, as well. Sure enough, the two Crows had almost ran down the ramp, which left Holt and his two other Rooks to their own devices. It was taking longer than he'd prefer for the young woman to slice into the base's communication systems, but Holt decided to give the Rook the benefit of the doubt and assume that this Moff Terrus had installed a rather hefty firewall. "You're doing good work, but hurry it up," Holt half-barked back to the room where [member="Razelle Breuner"] was operating. To be an effective 'man in the chair,' Holt would need a visual, something more than just the feed from the two Crow's comm systems.

But for now, that was what the aging Rook had, and so he put it to work. Holt had made sure to download the schematics of the base's layout; his old instincts making sure that he never walked into a situation blind. Projecting it from the console in front of him, a few more technological tricks had the locations of the two Crows set on the map. Now, at the very least, Holt knew where they were. "Careful on this next turbolift," he said, keying into their comms. "It's the only one directly into the Moff's quarters, but it also passes right by the barracks. Expect heavy traffic, and try to blend in." Not that he had to tell them, but little reminders always helped.

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Location: Goshawk Maintenance
Objective: Support Mission Operations
Chassis: Black, Silver
Gear: URD-X9 Portable Railgun, Bacta stim, Several types of antidote stims
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Veena Reshma"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Nyx stood in the maintenance bay without making a sound. The tall, black, metallic female-shaped droid stared at a wall across from her as her chronometer advanced with every micro-second. The inspection was taking its time. She wondered how the infiltration was progressing.

After another minute passed in complete silence except for the ambient noise of the ship, Nyx stirred. The droid crossed over to a computer access port and jacked in.

First stop: the bridge. Nyx slipped from system to system among the bridge controls examining the readouts for herself. Everything appeared in order. Acoustic sensors did not detect indications of a struggle so the inspection had not blown their cover yet. This was good.

Her attention was then drawn to one terminal in particular, however, that seemed unusually active and tied into the enemy's systems. It appeared as though someone was working to tap into the enemy communication array. A wise move. If they could broadcast enemy movements or activities, their operatives would become practically untouchable. If all else failed, they could simply disrupt communications to provide those same operatives a fighting chance to escape by making sure a horde of troops didn't surround them.

While previously Nyx refrained from interaction with the terminals to avoid letting the organic operations know of her presence, this time was different. A small display with the software version, vulnerability name, and very concise exploitation instructions would pop-up on [member="Razelle Breuner"]'s console.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: Goshawk Bridge, Ichtor VIII
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
CIS Tags: [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]
FO Tags: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Zrak Ren"]

---

Ingrid looked at Scherezade, when she was joined her. After her’s words Ingrid grinned to under her helmet. Now they need to wait to the order. When she left the briefing room, she heard they have company. Maybe they have enough time to do their job. She nod Scherezade’s.

When she tried to start Ingrid heard Holt’s com voice message. After that she tried to think fast. So the next turbolift should be problem. Maybe they have another option? Something conspicuous? Ingrid still tried to figured out an other way, and finally something came to her mind.

”@We can use the tubrbolift’s top, and when we are at the right floor, we can access the ventilation duct? This would be less conspicuous. If not, we stay the original plan.” she replied to the comm channel.

Of course if they not receive a new order or Holt, or the droid not tell them a new route, she’ll stay the original plan and follows Scherezade as naturally as possible. If they yes Ingrid modify her route and she’ll go to the new way, which is maybe more safer than this one.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Extra: Bringing a group of B1's carrying many gallons of Liquid Ion Sugar and Karkmatter.
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Holt"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

"Barracks and Moff's wing," Scherezade grinned. Good. She liked the sound of that. After fidgeting and doing absolutely nothing for so long, it was about time they got some action. The only bit that made her pause was the whole thing about blending in. They hadn't been given any clothes for that.

"I have an idea," she grinned and turned to her partner in crime mission.

Motioning for Ingrid to follow her, the two entered the turbo lift with ease. "Get us to the top floor please," Scherezade said as she slid the access key into the proper entrance on the elevator panel, making sure [member="Nyx N1X3"] got the message.

Turning back to the redhead, the grin was still on her face. "How wild are you willing to get?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "We go to the top floor and find out where we need to stand so we're right above our mister moff. Then I punch us down, floor by floor, until we get to him. That's when you get to apprehend the mofo. If the heavy crowd comes at us, we push them out of the window. What do you think?"

Of course, her comlink was open, so the rest of the birds could hear her plan as well, and had a few seconds to chirp in.

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Location: Goshawk Maintenance
Objective: Support Mission Operations
Chassis: Black, Silver
Gear: URD-X9 Portable Railgun, Bacta stim, Several types of antidote stims
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Veena Reshma"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Nyx noted the elevator access card in use and that it would be insufficient to unlock the intended destination. The Droid quickly probed several systems and databases after she adopted several resources from their ship's databanks. There were, after all, plenty of cyber security personnel ensuring the enemy did not breach their electronic perimeter and place the mission in jeopardy. Fortunately, they had a wealth of information at their fingertips. Not quite a Beginner's Guide, but Nyx had been fairly confident the basics were simple enough for her to master in five hundred milliseconds -- half a second.

After four seconds the elevator started to ascend as Scherezade requested.

The carriage in motion, the Droid contemplated the wisdom of the woman's plan. Ascend in order to descend? Multiple floors no less. Perhaps it was their only option -- such tactics were not the Droid's specialty. However, given she had managed to compromise a way into the physical security system, Nyx began to explore other potential opportunities. In case they became necessary.

 

[Holt]

CIS Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Immortal Cyan"] [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]

FO Tags:

Spoiler

[member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

The plan that [member=”Scherezade DeWinter”] had just implemented was nothing if not improvisial, Holt thought with a grim smile as he watched their progress on the map. The notion to go up and over the Moff was interesting at the very least, although Holt hoped that they would pick up the pace -- the Bird’s time was running short, and it would not be long before their presence on Ichtor would be noticed.

Just then, the shipboard comm pinged with a communication request from Hangar Control. Suspiciously, Holt allowed the communication. “FOV 1169-Goshawk, record dates show that your records are in non-compliance. Please prepare for a routine inspection of your shipboard log.” Without waiting for a response the Hangar Control signed off, leaving Holt to his curses. Sure enough, as he looked out of the viewport of the bridge he could see an officer accompanied by a patrol of Stormtroopers walking towards the stolen corvette.

“Droid,” he barked. “Help me make up this ship’s history.” Over the two-way communication frequency between Holt and the Crows, he added, “You’d do well to hurry it up. Our time is fading real quick.”

 

[Nyx N1X3]

Location: Goshawk Maintenance
Objective: Support Mission Operations
Chassis: Black, Silver
Gear: URD-X9 Portable Railgun, Bacta stim, Several types of antidote stims
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Damien Wynter"] | [member="Oz Verde"] | [member="Ciri Jade"] | [member="Veena Reshma"] | [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
FO Tags: Zrak Ren | Rexus Wenck

Had Holt addressed her? It took 0.001 seconds to determine the pejorative reference was in fact to Nyx and not a random construct on the bridge.

Very well. Nyx had not downloaded an entire database worth of enemy reports, however she had plenty of Ministry intelligence files on hand. She excluded most high profile action files as being too easily references or statistically more probable officers would know which ships took part in such action. Anything with only one or two vessels. Anything in this system, with a de-prioritization on items of this sector. Obviously any files involving ships of insufficient class or capability as well.

With only a select few files to work with, Nyx extracted bits and pieces to explain their participation without seeking to claim an excess of glory not befitting the ship. Of course anything that actually named the vessel would be ideal, but even 'one of several unnamed vessels' would suffice. Likely records of participation might be kept of most actions, however. Verification might unravel the story relatively quickly. Provided the Officers did proper due diligence. Still, it might last long enough to complete the mission.

The created history was uploaded to the databanks and to Holt for consideration. Then Nyx turned to attempting to exploit the access she'd obtained to delve further into the Order's systems. If she could modify records, create records, or even disable or delete access to certain databases...

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: Goshawk Bridge, Ichtor VIII
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
CIS Tags: [member="Holt"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]

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”I’m listening” she answered the other woman’s words.

If they have a backup plan, or a new one, which one is better, then her’s idea, she is opened for them. Of course Ingrid followed Scherezade and shared her attention between her partner, and the mission. She didn’t want to walk into the trap, or the moff’s people surprised them. Everything was depended on how good they were now.

”As much as necessary” she returned the grinning.

She listened the idea, it was wild, but she liked it. Not a quiet task management, but concise and effective. Ingrid allowed another smile for herself and nod after her partner’s word.

”I’m on it, lets do this” she answered.

She continued to follow her partner to the top floor, when they are here, she trying to find out, where is the spot which is needed to them. Suddenly Ingrid had a thought and asked that from Scherezade.

”You should use the Force to find the moff beneath us?” she asked.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Extra: Bringing a group of B1's carrying many gallons of Liquid Ion Sugar and Karkmatter.
CIS Tags: [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Holt"] [member="Nyx N1X3"]"]
FO Tags: [member="Zrak Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Scherezade wished there was a way to know that the slicing was a-happening without needing to be in front of a monitor to see it. She trusted that the rooks would be capable of making her little card give her the access they needed to get to the top floor. Moments later, the elevator began to move. Scherezade grinned.

Ingrid was in on the plan with her, so they were pretty much… Here they were! The elevator gave a soft ding sound as the doors opened and the two walked out.

"Wish I could," she said in response to Ingrid's offer, "but I've never met he man. I don't know his scent or presence through the Force and there are too many people here to determine which of the many imprints belongs to him."

Still, it was a good idea. It was usually what she did anyway, but circumstances were different in this case. Turning up the holomap, Scherezade studied it for a moment, making sure Ingrid could see it too. "There," she pointed, "that's where he's supposed to be." Switching it off, Scherezade darted forward towards the location that was several floors above, but exactly above him.

Standing there, Scherezade took a deep breath, collecting the Force about her as she signaled for Ingrid to take a step back. The next moment, Scherezade made a jump, her fist coming down with the full ferocity of a Sithling who wanted to finish the job and go home because she had other things she wanted to do. The floor began to give way, but it took three more punches before the hole formed and opened, and then Scherezade jumped down.

No one there yet.

Grinning, she did the same. Floor after floor, punch after punch. Five floors down, and there they were. Scherezade landed a few feet from the Moff and shot a stun dart right into his neck.

Of course, the stun dart was not going to do anything with the array of protection goons that were in the room as well. But that was Ingrid's turn to shine.