Private Sludgecore and Slicin'

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Companion: 404
Tag: Katarine Ryiah

Kalist VI, Imperial Space
Up in the mountains

The freighter's cargo bay had been gutted of purpose. Where there should have been crates and supply nets, there were cables snaking across the floor, screens bolted to durasteel walls, and a mess of wires bundled into hissing power junctions. At the centre of it all, perched on a stack of plasteel cases like a throne, sat The Nest, Noodles' portable slicing rig. Fans whirred, neon lights blinked and three different processors argued audibly with one another in their mismatched hums.

She'd been at it for hours already, chewing through ration bars, half a bag of dried fish strips, and something unidentifiable that might've been gum once. A trail of crumbs marked the floor like she was leaving directions to herself. The light from the monitors painted her pale face in shifting greens and reds, dark circles under her eyes giving her the wide-eyed look of someone who had not slept, nor intended to. 404 clattered nearby, tracks squeaking, his mismatched arms sorting through discarded wrappers like they were valuable salvage. Every few seconds he beeped and burbled, the sound bouncing around the improvised command den.

"Alright, alright..." Noodles muttered around a mouthful of salt sticks, fingers skimming across two datapads and a holokeyboard at once. The central display flared with shifting blocks of Imperial code, until at last a schematic of the Kalist IV base resolved, lines crisp against the screen. She pumped a fist.

"Ha! Yes! Gotcha!"

She flicked her mic on, headset hanging crooked against her choppy bob.

"Okay, Miss Sneaky-Sneak, testin' testin'. You hear me in your ear, Lady Jedi ma'am?"

Then without waiting, she slammed a key. The comms filled with distorted sludgecore bass that made her own bulkhead panels rattle loose. She squealed like she'd just pulled off the galaxy's biggest prank.

"Yessss, Sleemo's finest! Love this one. Banger! Better than their later work."

She tried to talk through the crunch of the music and the crunch of whatever snack she was halfway through inhaling.

"Sooo, uh, this 'holler-com''s in there somewhere right? Seems important prolly, will help the Path an' all that. That's good enough for me. Means we get to kick some imp butt! Eee!"

Her grin widened as she flicked through the feeds, half a dozen angles of stormtrooper patrols rippling across the monitors. 404 let out a distorted warble like encouragement.

"So, ready? 'Cause once you move, I'm your eyes, ears and DJ, boss ma'am. No pressure."

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Ah, push it​

Location: Kalist IV base - Just Outside
Objective: Sneak in Without Being Caught
Tags: Noodles


As the sounds of music and crunching snacks hit her ears Katarine winced and started to have reservations about this appointment. She needed a slicer for sure, but the bubbling youthful energy of the snack machine dubbed "Noodles" was not confidence inspiring. She only hoped that this wasn't a death trap, but the girl did come highly recommended. Apparently she was one hell of a hacker so Kat was willing to play along.

"Sooo, uh, this 'holler-com''s in there somewhere right? Seems important prolly, will help the Path an' all that. That's good enough for me. Means we get to kick some imp butt! Eee!"

Katarine couldn't help but chuckle slightly at such enthusiasm and individuality. It certainly was a change of pace from the stoic Jedi way. Maybe this would be fun after all.

"Yes the holocron in there holds some historical facts and it also may hold secrets to a few weapons The Path could use."

The weapons would serve the Path well, but the historical facts were a little more important to Kat personally. She was looking for information about her family and what happened to them. After centuries in carbonite she had lost track and connections from her past. She knew they were long gone but for closure, peace of mind, or whatever you wanted to call it Kat felt compelled to find answers. Plus who could turn down a stash of weapons? Not an underfunded rebellion movement, that was for sure.

"So, ready? 'Cause once you move, I'm your eyes, ears and DJ, boss ma'am. No pressure."

"Ready... just try not to get me killed okay?" Kat was only half joking.... she wasn't so sure about this yet.