Spynet Down

[Raziel]

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[member="Pauul Farrlo"]
[member="Zara"]
[member="Werah Unon"]
[member="Brooklyn Justice"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Oron Verd"]
[member="NG-888 (Eights)"]
[member="Colrenth Renfrew"]

Hanna City
Chandrila
Late evening

Raziel moved quickly through the empty office floor. His original plan to get a view from the eighth floor had been scuppered by a couple of employees burning the midnight oil. From this window on the seventh floor he still had an excellent view of the well illuminated SynTech facility below

The company was a competitor to Chandrila Datatec, at least locally if not galactically. Today the lobby was remarkably well lit. A string of airspeeders pulled up in a line outside. Music filtered up and through the double glazing to Raziel. From here he could clearly see the well-dressed groups leaving their airspeeders and entering the lobby.

SynTech had decided to put on a little charity event to show to best and brightest their brand new facility. They had done this against the advice of some of their security advisors in the interests of pushing their commercial expansion. Below that facility was one of the most secure datacentres on Chandrila. SynTech were responsible for many of the information services used by the government and down in those depths was a copy of nearly every government files created in the last five years. Just the kind of data Spynet would like to harvest.

There was a fairly large team already in place. Some of them working with the catering company, several distinguished guests with the party, several staying well out of sight for now like himself. Raziel use a small tool to override the window controls and slid it open a few inches. He locked his laser microphone into place on the sill and pointed it at a small metal statute in the lobby. One of his team had placed it there as a receptor. Within a few seconds the software on his spynet datapad had already sorted out the waveforms of fourteen different voices, allowing him to select any of them without background noise.

“Fis’tak are you in place?” he asked his comm. The bothan agent was in a plain speeder near the rear of the facility. He was going to quickly seal one of the conditioning vents. That would set off the secondary systems and open the internal vents wide to cool the datacentre and give them access.

“In place.”

“Make your move.”

Raziel heard the door of the bothan’s speeder open and a series of footsteps.

“Hold on, there’s a van coming towards…” the bothan said before abruptly stopping. There was shouting, angry shouting. The sound of blaster fire was not only audible from the comm, but Raziel could see several blue flashes from the far side of the facility.

“Kark,” he said before opening his channel to all the agents in place, “We are compromised. Flash Fire, I repeat: Flash Fire. Get out of there!”

Raziel pulled a small tab from his datapad. The crypto was instantly purged, leaving it a dud terminal that could not have any data recovered. As he slid the microphone into his pocket he heard the elevator open behind him. He darted for cover as a series of beams of light appeared from the lift. He was too slow; they spotted him.

“Hands up!”

“You’re under arrest!”

Raziel did not put his hands up. Instead he pulled a compact blaster pistol from his pocket and fired at the group. A string of blaster bolts followed him as he took cover behind a duracrete pillar. Chunks of debris clouded the air around him as they continued to fire on him. He tried to round the pillar and fire back, but was quickly pinned again.

He checked his pistol, two shots left. He hadn’t brought weaponry for a protracted encounter. “I’m under heavy fire. Fis’tak are you there?” Silence. Everyone else would now either go to ground or head for the extraction point a mile away.

Closing his eyes he left the Force guide his hand. Keeping his back to the pillar he swung his arm around and fired twice. Two screams followed. He holstered the spent blaster. Kark.


OOC/ We start the mission with everything going south. Anyone from spynet can join in, or PM me. You can be placed anywhere you want. Heavily armed police and security droids and now flooding the area. Go to ground and vanish or reach the extraction point a mile away. If we end up with lots of people don't worry about posting order, just post when you can!

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Equipment: Two wrist lightsaber, Skorpion Evo

"This is the best" thought walking between the lines of officers with a lieutenant clothes. The real one was on the trunk in a safe house naked and without any posibilities to escape. The message to the spies about the incoming police was tracked and taken down by the communication station while he was keeping a look in the top of a hill. Just when the first speeders stopped outside, he managed to hide beside the trees just when they start position themself around the company building. The first thing he managed to do is find the one with the higher rank around and knock him up.

After that, he stood with his hands on his back, screaming orders angry "Surround the area, a sniper on top of the hill..." just where Acaleus left a sleeping gas on that place, so it wouldnt be any problem from his allies. He stood on the back, meditating of how to explode everything and create a safe escape for his fellows.

[member='Raziel']

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

<Uh oh, time to scram, Punchy.> said Pauul in Huttese, voice the sing-song of a Rodian.

His companion, a three-eyed Gran, bleated an affirmative.

The two of them, clad in the uniforms of caterers, started to move toward the nearest exit of the charity function. Punchy nudged Pauul.

<I know, I see them.>

A pair of guards had suddenly taken up residence on either side of the doorway. In fact, as Pauul looked around it seemed like all the exits suddenly had silent protectors.

<Gonna try and give us the bum's rush.> Pauul's big, unblinking eyes took it all in. <Applesauce. They've got us pinned. Play it cool. I've got an idea.>

Seizing a tray from a catering cart, Pauul and Punchy made their way toward one of the larger exits. A guest speaker was up at the podium, about to give his big speech. The whole room was filled with rich individuals in expensive finery.

<Lots of eggs. The thing about eggs, though. They crack easy.>

 

[NightSister]

Equipment: Blaster, electrostaff.
Azalyn lay on her front on top of the building, watching the chaos over the edge. She was safe where she was, but there wasn't a lot she could do and she'd be spotted soon enough, so she dropped onto a window ledge. Pulling her blaster out of her belt, she fired a round of bullets at the droids and began to scale the building face as the droids looked to where she had previously been. She stopped every few seconds to fire again, trying to take out as many droids as she could before reaching the ground.

Dropping silently onto the ground, Azalyn charged towards the droids surrounding her, swinging her electrostaff into the air and praying she was having some effect. If only I had the Force, I'd be out of here already. She dodged the blasters and ran as fast as she could - the mission could wait for a safer day.

 

[NightSister]

Sorry, the post above was made on the wrong character.