The Teferi Job (Olra'en's Eleven versus CIS)

[Ashin Varanin]

Tonight's heist brought to you by Pearl Jam.

CHROMA ZED​

LEVEL TWO (SEMI-LOW) SECURITY STAR SYSTEM​

CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS​

The critical issue of travelling with a cloaking field was as follows: Hyperspace reversion is a schutta. No matter how prescient the pilot, how well-tuned the cloaking device, there always remains a gap of fractions of a second between reversion and the cloak engaging. The wise pilot with a good set of maps saves his reversion vulnerability window for circumstances like battlefield noise, the shadows of moons, and so forth, if he can swing a job that precise.

Most of the time, being the greatest living expert on the White Current off Pydyr and J't'p'tan meant that Je'gan had no real offensive Force powers to throw around. In that sense, he was indeed weak. But as any specialized Master will tell you, at Master levels weakness is a very unsettling thing to face. It tell the wise duellist that his or her enemy is very, very strong at something very, very specific.

When the Oneiromancer exited hyperspace over Chroma Zed, nothing happened. No system defenses blared alerts, no gravitic sensors picked up much of anything, no Templars awoke with 'a bad feeling about this.' The ship, for all intents and purposes, did not exist. Said nonexistent ship and its occupants, cloaked and then some by the meditating Master within, glided toward the space city that was its target. The city had once been called the Teferi-class Star Dreadnought Shepherd. Now it was the Dooku-class, apparently, with such minor modifications as to stamp the brand of the CIS upon it at the shallowest levels.

The man who designed it had provided each member of this heist crew with blueprints, many days earlier. They were as ready as they could ever be.

If the space city detected them, it would raise shields. Once they nestled up to the hull and began the plan, they would be noticed, and very quickly. Then it would be a race.

They all knew the plan. As soon as the hatch opened, they would be detectable, and he could get these crammed-in coconspirators off his ship. @[member="Cody Weadge"] was on virus duty, attempting to force a microjump. @[member="Triko"] and @[member="Cora Passek"] were tasked with making explosions, both as distractions and as fodder for Je'gan's mentalism. Jorus would remain as the getaway driver and the ship guard. Rosa Mazhar would be the healer. @[member="Mia Monroe"], @[member="Moira Skaldi"], @[member="Junko Ike"], @[member="Jared Ovmar"], and @[member="Lucien Cordel"] would annihilate whatever opposition came their way – and hopefully secure the bridge and main engineering.

Stage one, either by virus or by bridge control, microjump while spurring a mass evacuation. Je'gan would be filling the Shepherd with appropriate mentalism.

Stage two: Finish microjump, raise shields, finish evacuation while maintaining control.

Stage three: Jump for the asteroid field of Kira, which they'd painstakingly filled with traps. Lose or destroy all pursuers there.

Stage four: Make the final jump to meet the buyer.

OOC/ As agreed, folks, we've given CIS one week to get their ducks in order, and then an additional half-week to let their key people clear up some IRL stuff, plus 24 hours' notice. Let's keep this clean, limit the whining, and make no assumptions. This is a PVP thing, ideally. Respect posting order with the Confederacy when appropriate. We can keep at the other thread, setting up the asteroid field for if/when we get there, but this is the heist.

The ship crew is 85% droids.

Bonus points for all Ocean's-movies references.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien had carefully and precisely occupied as much space as he possibly could, that was however not much. He was sat staring at the blue prints again. Thinking over the best way to reach the bridge. He was also taking this time to think of the best way to avoid getting hurt in a gunfight he was a makasi duelist stopping gunfire was not in his skill set. He put the prints away and closed his eyes. If talking was to be done he would let others initiate it.

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko remained very still on the ship while she thought about what was coming, going over the blueprints again and again to make sure they were memorized and keeping her armor on. The helmet would not really help it would just be a random stormtrooper among the others and that wouldn't be great. So having a poncho over her armor and the E-11 at her side with a vibrosword fashioned like a katana was enough. The only other thing she had was a bottle of ichor for some tricks as it were but feeling the man using the white current had been more about her wanting to be hidden. Never stand out among her people but he would easily know she had been taught at least the basics and her finger scribed on the blade of the sword.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

On the Oneiromancer

The calm before the storm.

Such an organic way to phrase things, not to mention needless dramatic. Moira sat in a corner leaned against a bulkhead as the White Current cloaked vessel began in its approach. Before her lay blueprints of the Teferi or, as its present owners called it, the Dooku-class. Considering the fact that the late dead Count of Serenno had just been the pawn of a mastermind far greater than him and lost his head aboard his own flagship, the renaming might not have been the most auspicious.

Along with the plans weapons lay before her - lots of weapons. Blades, bolters, flamethrower, sonic blasters, web rifle, thermal detonators, grenades. She was clad in ultrachrome stormtrooper armour, courtesy of a recent Rebel raid on the Sith research facility at Styx - it paid to have 'friends' in low places. There was no such thing as overkill, there was only open fire and reload. Others had more subtle, covert tasks, she had been among those assigned the task of purging any opposition that remained. Relentlessly, beyond any doubt without mercy, but then that word did not exist in her dictionary.

Outwardly she appeared absolutely calm as she busied herself by strapping grenades to her belt, loading up on explosive charges and spare magazines, double-checking her twin bolters, perhaps the best anti-forcer user weapon next to sonic projectors, her placcid face remaining expressionless as she went through the usual last-minute, pre-mission check list. In actuality deep inside the abyss that was her mind, the gears were moving at a frentic pace, calculations racing through her droid brain at a fast rate. She might be designed as a death dealer, able to take damage and powerfully dish out, but therein lay not her sole specialisation, since she was a sophisticated super computer. Based upon their intelligence, an overwhelmning percentage of their target's crew would be composed of droids, which made her presence somewhat ironic. Doubtless the CIS was more intelligent than certain annoying Neimoidians, but the machines were bound to be connected to a network. Several search programmes ran concurrently, each striving for access as she sought to identify it, studying in what manner the droids were linked to it. Eyes flared up briefly as they flashed behind electronic photoreceptors as she pondered, search programmes moving through the seemingly infinite webway that was the net. A thought flashed through her mind, namely what could be done to affect the connection of the droids.

Of course, chaos was its own reward. Head tilted to the side, she gazed across the rest of the crew that had been assembled. All professionals - quite a concession for her to have such a thought given that they were organics. Fortunately none of them seemed the type to make dramatic speeches.

 

[Cody Weadge]

Closest to the exit hatch was Cody, for his mission required him to exit first. Unlike the others, Cody stood out because he was dressed in the uniform of the organic crew of the ship, it having been provided by his superiors in the IIB. Je'gan would help him sneak inside unnoticed, and from there Cody would be able to carry out his mission. An ID rested in his uniform pocket, and he had studied hours of video so that he could slip into his cover seamlessly.

As they approached, his body relaxed before stiffening back up. His expression was slightly different, now he looked much like a junior naval officer who had been assigned an important task and needed to carry it out quickly.

 

[Lina Djo]

Droids. Force users. CIS naval personnel.

It was a tidy collection of opposition for eleven people. Eleven people, only two of which Mia had fought with. Dark eyes scanned the group Je'gan had gathered, her hands rested upon the Vornskr scattergun that sat across her knees a grenade launcher attached beneath the barrel. She ran through the plan in her mind again, wondering what an earth she was doing here. Credits had little value to the former Mand'alor yet she found herself collecting them out of habit. Perhaps she was trying to find her old life, a life before Daxton, before Velok, before someone had laden her shoulders with responsibility.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she reached for the helmet at her side, lifting it neatly and slipping it onto her head, the HUD flickering to life. No, Mia wasn't searching for anything, save an outlet. She didn't get to fight Velok, she'd left her people behind to prepare to face him and he was gone before she was ready. Months of preparation and for what?

The CIS had one thing she still had to eradicate from the galaxy. If she was lucky, he'd be here today and she would get the fight she seemed so desperate for.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

There was no tension, no worry. There wasn't anything that Rosa had expected emotionally floating round the ship. There was calm and quiet, each person locked away in their own minds contemplating the task ahead with no fear. It was the calm before the storm, but Rosa did not believe the storm to come would come from the eleven here. It would come from those they were pouncing upon. She did not take any pleasure from fighting, it was an unfortunate part of life that this galaxy thrust upon them. Something they were required to do to survive.

She moved silently through the ship, slipping through the doors into the meditation chamber, careful not to disturb Je'gan. She knelt softly next to the white current master, a good distance between them. Eye fluttered closed and she opened herself to the force, searching for her own calm center.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Triko"] @[member="Cora Passek"] @[member="Cody Weadge"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Junko Ike"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

The Oneiromancer, subsumed within the currents of the Force and undetectable to basically everything, nestled up against the city ship with nary a thud. A force cylinder extended its field to overlap with one of the Shepherd's infinitely numerous airlocks. Eyes still half-lidded in concentration, Je'gan sent a very specific signal to that airlock, an access code that the master spook had input when he designed the ship.

The airlock opened.

"As soon as you get in there," he said to his compatriots, "you'll be visible. Spread out, do your work. Go."

 

[Rexus Drath]

Standing next to Junko Rexus wore his every day civillian clothing, a black tank top a pair of cargo shorts with some red sneakers and a baseball cap. Not that star wars had baseball but it was more of a fashion statement in this galaxy. Let it never be said that Rex didn't dress casually for the biggest of heists. Though this storm trooper he was standing next to was quite the cutie, he could sense it under the armor and he had seen her at the bar. And his job was to stick with her and act as back up. But that didn't mean Rex wouldn't get his Mack on a little before the operation began. "Sooooo" he said rather drawn out and awkwardly before clearing his throat.

"You doing anything after this heist? Cause I know this rad place back on Atrisia with a killer view. They got this little koi pond built right in to the floor underneath you and it's pretty ill." Rexus chuckled as he slung a backpack on to his back "I mean, let's be honest here. Your cute under all that armor, I'm pretty decent looking not to toot my own horn. So what's the worst that could happ-" Rex would have to get his answer later, the doors opened and the man would have to go to work now. Perhaps she would take him up on that later, but for now it was work time. "After you my lady." he said to her @[member="Junko Ike"]

 

[Triko]

Dazed, confused, and rather hungry, Triko stepped out towards the airlock.

With each step, his world shimmered, flickering and tilting as his rancor-leather boots clattered down upon the cold metal floors. Colours shifted before his eyes, straight corridors melting into circular pathways and rectangular vents warping into triangles. The people around him were no longer strange, towering beasts, but the essence of nature, pure and calm. Even as he moved away from them, their names irrelevant, they were part of him, an interconnected consciousness that turned him into an instrument of the universe itself; he was at total peace, a balanced, perfect being, total equilibrium within his body.

Grey durasteel turned a deep purple as he passed, golden eyes seeing everything and nothing, all at once.

Even through all of this, even as he became the universe, as the beautiful purple seeped across his world, he still held onto power, strength, personified by the angels of death he held in each hand, black durasteel tools of divine justice- should he, the universe, need to defend himself, fire would rain down upon those who threatened his peaceful balance.

(TL;DR Triko just left Jon's shippymajiggery and is taking his first steps into the ship. He's just... not quite with it.)

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@Je'gan Olra'en

So it had begun now. Their vessel, enveloped by the currents of the force, undetectable, like a phantom menace, had nested against the enormous city ship, the Shepherd, or the Tranquility as it was called now. The airlock opened, the time to board, to seize and to kill was coming and Moira emerged, an oversized duffel bag full of death dealing toys slung over her shoulder, one bolter in each hand.

She stepped out towards the airlock, ready for murder, as she had been designed for. Hopefully their inside man would do his job, but then he was a professional. Her expression was blank, placcid, deep inside the depths of her minds she was busy, the gears were turning inside it. Before she had only been examining the network, running search programmes, probing its defences. There had been no hostile response and so now she took her attempts to the next logical level. Several calculations and search programmes were being run simultaneously before she finally found the network ID, one step closer to access to the part responsible for directing the droids. In order to gain network access, now that she had identified it, she utilised a process of trial and error by searching for the name and password of a user through a search programme that tried out various combinations of letters. A process that might be time-consuming and frustrating for an organic except for the most patient hacker, but though she might look human and be designed to imitate them, she was a super computer.

Finally, she hit the jackpot, having by chance or design found a correct pass word, that of what seemed to be a senior technician, and she was inside. Hers would be the power, the kingdom and the glory. Perhaps not quite, but now that she was inside the webspace that was the network she saw everything, her keen mechanical mind alert to numerous possibilities. Not willing to waste a good chance and give the anti-viral protection software a chance to flush her out she continued searching...to discern the manner in which the droids were directed, ideally a programme. It was a matter of time, effort and skill.

Cocking her head sideways to scan for intruders, finding none, she stepped forward, bolters at the ready.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien stood up it was time to get people scared. He stepped onto the ship and looked around, he saw that his accomplices had already spread out. He turned to his right and headed for the residential sector of the ship. his shoes thundered against the floor of the ship as he walked along the corridor his weapons remained stowed away. He turned the corner labeled first aid when a pair of guards turned the corner. Droids, he stopped and smiled ... droids had no brains Lucien specialised in mental attacks. He stepped forward and they raised their guns "Freeze" Lucien continued walking lightning danced around his fingers he got within a meter then shock a target burst into their chests before tossing them aside they exploded against the wall.

Lucien stepped into the medical ward followed by two now mindless guards. He had ravaged their brains, their thoughts were his will. The doctor turned "What is going on?" he said notably shocked "There has been a terrorist attack I am Here to organise an evacuation, You are to prep these people for evacuation" Lucien said cooly "Evacuation" repeated the two guards robotically.

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko turned her head to look at the man as she mentioned being ill and then a place to eat. Her eyebrow raised delicately a fraction for a moment as the sword and sheath closed with a small slam. The hiss of the door opening kept her from speaking as she turned her head towards the door and moved. The blaster coming up to tap her shoulder until she looked down the sights. Letting it all come into her mind while slowly she was working on incantations in her head. The Ears of the chiroptix was a weak spell but something she knew enough to use when chasing things down. It was how she played a stormtrooper with eyes in the back of her head or proved more useful. Her hearing expanded and she moved letting the sounds come to her hears with near echolocation, her eyes flicking back and forth for a moment while moving quickly down the hallways.

 

[Cody Weadge]

The moment the airlock opened, Cody was out and moving away from the others. As he rounded a corner, a group of junior enlisted were walking the opposite direction. They saluted him as was proper, and he slowed only long enough to return the salute. They did not try and stop the clearly busy junior officer, and so his cover was safe for the moment. The real danger was the droids, who would be connected to the ships network somehow.

Cody had memorized the blueprints for this part of the ship, and took a route that led him to the engineering room. He would need to plant his virus there if he wanted the best chance of it working. So far there was no opposition, and no delays. If he could pull of his part of the operation without incident, the whole mission would be a cake walk. Relatively speaking.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

His beloved ship was nestled in a place where none of the Shepherd's guns could reach it, and none of the viewports had line of sight on it -- as the immense, complex vessel's designer, he knew its blind spots perfectly.

So when he dropped the White Current cloak, nothing actually happened. Much like a tracking beacon on a normal-sized ship, his little vessel blended into the complex superstructure of the largest starship in the galaxy.

Leaving the galaxy's greatest mentalist and illusionist more than enough time and attention to reach out and find the bridge crew. An entire scenario played out in their minds and their minds alone -- a communication with all the right security clearances. Recognition that a minor disturbance had happened onboard, though what sort of disturbance wasn't known yet. On the off chance it was hostile action, they'd been ordered to jump to hyperspace, to a predetermined nearby point, for security containment. They did not question this; that was Je'gan's power at work, and he hadn't exercised his full power against the enemy in a good while.

The vessel leaped to hyperspace, bound -- eventually -- for the immensely trapped asteroids of the Kira system. It was now up to the team to ensure that communications and distress beacon got cut, to lock CIS out of following them. If the CIS did follow them, of course, that was what the trapped asteroids were for.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

The time had come to execute Order 666 and purge the organic vermin. With this powerful ship, which implacable machien power would convert from a humanitarian vessel into a construct of terror and destruction, Archangel would be unstoppable and cleanse the Galaxy. Well, not precisely. As entertaining as that no doubt would be, that was not what would happen today.

No countermeasures had been enacted against her intrusion into the network. To ensure maximum confusion several minor programmes were being accessed to distract any protective software, keeping them chasing down and terminating various viruses and trojans that were coursing through the depths of webspace. No Confederate hacker or technician had tried to flush her out of the system, no hostile forces had attacked her thus far. Moira was formidable, but it was a bit difficult to keep up such an intense hacking attempt while at the same time fighting hordes of hostiles, especially those annoying forcers.

However, she had not been interrupted, she had been given time to first prob and then thoroughly search the network, her eyes everywhere, metaphorically at least, it being laid out before her like a map, the way the droids upon the ship were connected to it lying plain before her gaze. With that revealed and with access long she went straight for the jugular. Simply having the droids all be connected to the ship computer and ready to change sides by the flip of a switch would be too easy, but she had something better. The sophisticated virus coursed through the network that connected them, moving at an alarmingly fast rate, something that took her full concentration, the processing power of a super computer as she sent it out.

Assuming direct control. Apparently even Moira was not immune to the temptation of using corny one-liners, despite all machine sophistication. To the elite combat droids in their varying shapes and designs, astromechs, medical droids and working droids, droidekas, any mechanical unit among the crew. If someone had sought to flush her out earlier, if anything had happened, this would not be possible. Their Confederate command protocols would be overridden and purged from their mechanical minds, to be replaced with new ones. Bend to me. Confederate organic personnel would no longer register as friendly, but hostile. The virus would spread and spread, infecting every unit. In the process of elimination, targeting priority would be given to those organics identified as Templars.

This hurts you. Given the fact that 85% of the crew was composed of droids this would make...resistance on the part of the organcis rather ill-advised.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ We've been granted the win by the CIS leadership, for their own reasons.
[12/03/2014 12:12:53 PM] Big G - Recovery Mode Active: You can go ahead and have the Teferi. There's like 12 ways for the CIS to see where it's gone
Without opposition, I think it's fair to say we can call this a wrap. You may now consider yourselves very, very rich.

IC/ The Shepherd reverted from hyperspace over the Kira asteroid belt, and evacuation alarms rang throughout the ship. Cutting the comms and beacon wouldn't keep CIS delayed for long, but it would buy enough time and imprecision to get the ship into the asteroid belt. Evacuation pods fountained from the immense starship -- just as its 85% droid crew turned against the organics. That might be a problem later. For now, the chief issue was one of speed. COuld the crew get off the ship before the ship entered the asteroid field and all hope of pursuit faded?

Because that asteroid was trapped. Terribly, horribly trapped with TGE money and resources. Holographic decoys, false sensor signatures, weapons of entrapment and disabling and destruction and confusion. Traps enough to stall or defeat entire starfleets.

As the last escape pods floated through the trapped asteroids, the immense ship jumped to hyperspace again. Je'gan stood alone on the bridge, watching Jorus Q. Merrill pilot the largest ship in the galaxy towards an anonymous buyer.

Almost too easy -- but with a crew like this, there was nothing that couldn't be accomplished.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Wasn't like he much liked the man in the hat. There was history, aye, and blood bad and good. Old grudges, old favors, old friends in common.

For a little while, that all got swept away. Because the man in the hat had made him, if he wasn't already, the best getaway driver in the galaxy. And he was happily driving the galaxy's biggest starship to its final buyer.

Yeah. Wasn't much else to do except fly. Jorus found himself OK with that.