IG-322
Programed For Crime
Expansion Regions
"We're going to steal the Declaration of Independence." IG-322 paused shortly. "Of Tumir."
The lack of applause, or general commentary, by the Droid's gathered companions was to be entirely expected. Tumir was not an important planet, in fact, it was about as unimportant as it could get. Mostly known for the manufacture of one particular component within the aglet of a shoe, people simply did not care about Tumir. IG-322 however did. Rather, the droid cared very much about it's Declaration of Independence.
For reasons that would probably never be explained. "The Document is held within the National Archives of Tumir."
As the Droid spoke it's photoreceptors flashed blue for a moment, and the holo-projector built into the ceiling flared to life. The image of a large and surprisingly fanciful building fell into place from above. Slowly rotating, the Museum presented itself as an artistic representation of a section of waves crashing onto the side of a shoe. It's laces falling out from the side and each aglet beautifully presented up in the air.
IG-322 had read in the Museums own files that this architecture was considered the height of beauty. So much so that it sometimes made organics weep at the mere sight of it. Carefully, the Droid allowed for a pause in-case any of it's mercenaries were struck with emotion. 322 counted five heartbeats for proper emotional recovery time, and then began to outline the Museum's security measures. "As you can see."
the Droid continued after listing the buildings extensive safety protocols.
"Our task is not an easy one." The Droid said simply, gesturing towards the Holo-Projection. The image had nearly up to date blueprints of the museum itself, and IG had managed to hack into the Security Companies own surface level databanks. It knew the location of Cameras, patrol routes, and even service entrances, though did not manage to snag any passwords or doorcodes.
It's presence had been flagged in the system before It had managed that.
"Suggestions?" The Droid proffered to It's gathered mercenaries. "Our preferred entrance is here, through these sewers couplings. Though We are more than willing to hear others thoughts."
IG-322 finished, looking at the others expectantly.
"We're going to steal the Declaration of Independence." IG-322 paused shortly. "Of Tumir."
The lack of applause, or general commentary, by the Droid's gathered companions was to be entirely expected. Tumir was not an important planet, in fact, it was about as unimportant as it could get. Mostly known for the manufacture of one particular component within the aglet of a shoe, people simply did not care about Tumir. IG-322 however did. Rather, the droid cared very much about it's Declaration of Independence.
For reasons that would probably never be explained. "The Document is held within the National Archives of Tumir."
As the Droid spoke it's photoreceptors flashed blue for a moment, and the holo-projector built into the ceiling flared to life. The image of a large and surprisingly fanciful building fell into place from above. Slowly rotating, the Museum presented itself as an artistic representation of a section of waves crashing onto the side of a shoe. It's laces falling out from the side and each aglet beautifully presented up in the air.
IG-322 had read in the Museums own files that this architecture was considered the height of beauty. So much so that it sometimes made organics weep at the mere sight of it. Carefully, the Droid allowed for a pause in-case any of it's mercenaries were struck with emotion. 322 counted five heartbeats for proper emotional recovery time, and then began to outline the Museum's security measures. "As you can see."
the Droid continued after listing the buildings extensive safety protocols.
"Our task is not an easy one." The Droid said simply, gesturing towards the Holo-Projection. The image had nearly up to date blueprints of the museum itself, and IG had managed to hack into the Security Companies own surface level databanks. It knew the location of Cameras, patrol routes, and even service entrances, though did not manage to snag any passwords or doorcodes.
It's presence had been flagged in the system before It had managed that.
"Suggestions?" The Droid proffered to It's gathered mercenaries. "Our preferred entrance is here, through these sewers couplings. Though We are more than willing to hear others thoughts."
IG-322 finished, looking at the others expectantly.