Making Friends (TGE/13th Rail)

[Lancer Damar]

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Kamino​

Tipoca City​

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Lancer survived on a series of networks. A network to get him places securely. A network to get him equipment. A network to get him work. The 13th Rail was another such network he was hoping to be a part of. All the confusion and chaos in the galaxy caused a lot of his contacts to either go dark or go dead. He was operating on thin parameters, and it wasn't a wise idea to do so in his line of work. So, he picked the moniker Happy when he was dealing with the 13th for the moment. He thought it was kind of funny, given that he never once smiled or even cracked a joke in the presence of anyone else in years. Or hung out with someone. His only focus was money and work. It's what kept him going. Women didn't excite him, he wasn't the one for monogamy, or even relationships besides the occassional one-night stand.

He checked his watch as he took a seat on the Tipoca bench. He was just another visitor to the planet, and the documents (forged) he had with him marked him as a historian, trying to secure funding for a dive expedition to search for the older Imperial and late Republic artifacts. He brought a couple pamphlets and stole a few papers from the Holonet, forged the name he was using- Kilan Yirav. Kilan Yirav was here to try and get some money. So was Lancer. Except Lancer was here to meet a smuggler.

He sat on the bench. He still had a couple of hours until the mark showed up. He smiled at a Imperial peacekeeping unit as they walked past. He was a friendly historian, interested in working peacefully with the Imperial government. He could practically go anywhere on Kamino (within reason) without causing as so much of a suspicion. After all, Lancer Damar didn't exist in anything but now-defunct One Sith records. Which, by Lancer's account (and hand) were mostly blown up servers now. Information like that wasn't shared on the Holonet. Kept on internal servers, internal data storage. Made getting rid of it easy, and acquiring it very difficult. Maybe there was a server or two that survived the destruction. Maybe.

But Lancer doubted it.

His documents and identity were solid. The 13th Rail set him up with a nice set of forged documents, an identity and a story. Unless there was an exceptionally curious individual, Lancer was a well-meaning man sitting on a bench. Lars Townsend, however, was not. He was hoping that the man took as many security and safety precautions as Lancer did.

 

[Formorta]

Being a mercenary who hired her services out to what ever faction was willing to pay meant she usually had fairly free rein to travel to different planet in search of contract, and the galactic empire was not different, considering she was one of their 'loyal' citizen. Being from desert planet of Tatooine just out of reach of the empires borders it was not hard to obtain citizenship fairly early on in life considering that it was still a small faction compared to the GA and FO not much suspicion was given.

The question was now weather to help the 13th rail, which she used to gain assassination contract, or just stay out of its matter for the time being. [member="Lancer Damar"] was doing better than fine with his new identity and fake background, though backup in-case things went south were always good, not that she was doubting Lancers skills. From what she knew about the man during a certain bar fight and rumors around the 13th rail, he was the perfect ground assassin, though getting places was hard for him since he didn't know how to fly, well at lest that what they said.

Not permit to carry heave weapons on the planet all she was able to take with her was her blaster pistols and vibro knife. Coming into one of the structure she shook her hood clear of water from the constant rain outside, but keeping the mask on for the time being. It would have been strange for a mercenary to be walking around one of the center but she actually had reason to be here. Her extra limb growth had caught the site of a geneticist and as a result was able to coordinate the meeting when Lancer would be here.

 

[Lancer Damar]

(I guess I'll post now. I was waiting for someone else, but I'll go ahead.)

Lancer did a lot of traveling. He picked up on how to look like a tourist. Read the brochures. Look around. Take pictures. Be stupid. He was doing it all perfectly. He had it down to a science. One of Lancer's hidden talents was deception and lying. He could lie his pants off. And deceive the best of them. Lancer reached up and touched his ear. A micro-communicator was tucked into his ear canal. He didn't want to talk, people talking to themselves made other people nervous. But, the noise was there and would alert [member="Formorta"] that he was in position.

She stood out, Lancer blended in. He wasn't keen on the level of overtness she came with, but she also did good work. So he couldn't complain much. He knew he'd be covered, or at least, she'd buy him some time from wandering Imperials so he could find an escape route. Whichever one there was on a planet made of water and floating cities, that is.

 

[Raven Elrimina]

Raven had become another person. Her jet black hair was dyed red, and tied up. She had the documents forged and her passport, all under the guise of Patricica Marr, a geneticist who wanted to study with the kaminoans. she had managed to smuggle in a few of her pistols and a knife, all hidden under rain cloak. The mercenary watched the entrence where their contact was supposed to be. [member="Lancer Damar"] was supposed to meet him, and [member="Formorta"] was to watch for patrols. Raven was supposed to watch for the contact and to let Lancer know when he came by, while [member="Formorta"] watched for patrols. Overall, a good plan. Hopefully the others would do their parts to set this cell up without imperial notice.

seh had been waiting in the rain for around an hour, telling curious people that she enjoyed the rain, which was true. It didn't cover the entire reason of course. Finally she spotted him. he had just entered the building, but there was still time to signal Lancer.

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Lancer Damar"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Raven Elrimina"]

Somewhere in a Secret Backroom
Waiting for the Cat to drag it in....

The Far Star Cantina wasn't very grand, but it was decent. So far the place had stayed free of too much Imperial oversight, being deep benetah the waves of Kamino in the under city. It was way off from the platforms of Tipoca, but close enough for operatives to keep a decent eye on Imperial developments.

After Rothana, she was spending most of her time with the Free Peoples Navy, or what was left. This was just a little side trip.

Being here made her skin crawl. She hated Imperials and would much rather be in space then under the bloody water.

"Drink?" The barkeep asked.

"No but you can help me with something? I'm looking for a book on Hyperdives and thirteen mods that can be done to them."

The barkeep winked, crinkling his Rodian snout and nodded.

"Come to the back, might have somthing for ya."

She slid behind the bar, and around the corner, where a hidden door was opened. Then she stepped through into a small room and it closed shut.

"ID code?"

"Raxis, Jada. Operative 0316."

"Clear. How can we help you Miss Raxis?"

"I'm looking to take delivery of a package. New personnel. Heard anything about it?"