To Reclaim Lost Tech ( Open to mercs but ask first)

[Alli Vern]

Onadax

It had once been the ruins of a factory but now it was a very established base. It had perimeter walls, guard towers and quite the compound. Alli wanted the tech that was buried here on this dust bowl of a planet. This was a planet where criminals were king, and well this was one of the eclipses palace. She didn't care though, she just wanted the tech so she had hired and outfited any who would participate in her mission. The Dropship departed from an luxury yacht. Which of course she had entertained all her guests on during their transit. She after all wanted to make an impression on them all. Alli smirked as it was time for them all to load out. " Now, anything else you might need, now is the time to request it. ' She said hoped either her ship or the freighter next to them had whatever they might need. She even brought a tank, if they wanted to use it. It would fit them all. It wasn't anything fancy and something she had just repaired. (too lazy to look up a tank) The planet laid below them all and soon they had to find a way through it all. " I want the place captured, no surviors. Don't damage any tech you find. "

 

[Gar Tanaris]

Gar listened to his employer, and well, this seemed a bit cutthroat. Gar thought it was a tech salvage job, not a slaughter. But he had a job to do, and it wasn't to question the woman who hired him. She was paying enough to keep him in the black for a good long while, if he was careful. So he spoke up.
"Do you have anything that makes a nice boom?"

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

Another day, another dustball, Dyll reflected with a sigh. His jobs never seemed to take him anywhere nice.

Onadax wasn't much to look at, a huge tan stain on the darkness of the void. His employer, on the other hand, she was a looker. She reminded him a little of the woman he'd almost married, with that same fiery hair, but only a little; Talyn had never had that lethal, predatory cast to her face that bespoke a person who had killed often. He hoped she still didn't, that she had never become as desperate as he was now. Not so long after he'd killed for the first time, he was on a job where he was expected to leave no survivors; his life had taken quite a few grim turns lately.

He'd left Fate's Fool with one of his more trustworthy contacts; he was here as a gunman, not a pilot. He hoped he was up to the task; the pay was good, and badly needed, but he was hardly the same brand of hardened mercenary as his deadly-looking companions on the dropship. Sliding his hand down to his blaster, Dyll checked the power pak's charge for the fifth time; it was starting to become a nervous habit. Of course, he might not even need to fire a shot with it; their employer had a kriffing tank. His job would probably just be to patch up anyone who took a bad hit.

Asked if there was anything else he needed, Dyll just shook his head. He had his blaster, and he'd restocked his medical kit (one of many expenses he needed to pay off with this job) since he'd used it up back on Gyndine. He'd also taken the time to cobble together some light armor out of scrap metal, attaching it to one of his insulated overshirts with adhesive pads. He'd reinforced it as best he could, and it'd probably be able to take a glancing blaster shot, at least. He was as ready as he was going to be. Now all he had to do was capture the tech and avoid getting blown up.

@[member=Alli Wren]

 

[Matsu Ike]

@[member="Alli Wren"]

Matsu sat up from her position and listened to Alli while she breathed in deeply. There was much much going on but she had agreed to come and help her friend. After all this was the woman to helped the jedi for free with old tech or items she didn't use anymore. Stuff they could turn around and give away, it was the woman who had helped bridge the negotiations between herself and the exarch of Omega... Several times, it was the woman who was quite a sight to behold so why not help her a little in gathering some old tech. The kill everything made her curious if they were simply stealing it but she would ask about that later. For now though... for now Matsu just moved to be in the ship next to Alli. Her traditional robes gone but some jet black pants and shirt, with a trench coat and hat cause Hanna did like buying clothing. "It will be fun to work with you again."

 

[Alli Vern]

Alli wondered why one wouldn't ask for better armor. " You there, @[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"] Grab some armor from the other ship and keep it, and yes I have something that goes boom, " She tossed him a Thermal Detonator She also wondered what they all thought about. " I mainly need this place cleared out so I can strip the place, how you do it is up to you. I have guns and explosives galore, even some from Blastech, so have at it. She smiled. Alli was care free most of the time, but she had killed before, she was no angel. She meant business when she wanted to. So here she was demanding nothing less than perfection from her new crew. " I have answered any requests you put in, when you signed the contract. So anything you might of requested is in the other ship. Some might think it is a bit much but I don't want you dying in there, and inside that place is the scum of the scum. So please don't mind me being protective of ya, its just I don't want this to be an incident. "

@[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"]@[member="Matsu Ike"]@[member="Gar Tanaris"]

 

[Dyllaefi Cridu]

Dyll was surprised by his boss's offer; it was pretty rare that an employer was willing to risk significant equipment for untested mercenaries. When she'd asked if they needed anything, he'd assumed she meant specialized tools one of the others would need to do his job. But hey, if she was offering, why the kriff would he refuse? Even if she changed her mind about letting him keep it, at least it would help keep him alive in the meantime; he didn't trust his improvised protection all that much. Offering the woman a nod and a smile, he headed over to examine the supplies on offer.

He had to admit, the selection was impressive. Racks of weapons and armor stretched throughout the vessel; whoever his boss was, she had to have some serious pull to get this stuff. It took him a little while to find a blast vest that would fit him; he was skinnier than most mercenaries, probably because he had only about half their muscle. He strapped it on beneath his "armored" jacket, an extra layer of protection, and picked out a helmet as well; a headshot might still put him down due to the impact, but at least he'd have a chance to avoid having his brains cooked by the blaster bolt.

Pleased, he headed back to where the other hired guns were gathered. The smuggler sized his new companions up out of the corner of his eye. One was a woman perhaps a decade his senior; she didn't look particularly threatening, but something about her put him on edge anyway. He'd learned to trust that feeling, and was certain that there was more to her than met the eye. The other struck him as a typical rough and tumble mercenary, probably a few years his junior and roughly the same height but broader and better armed and armored. That was to be expected.

"Thanks," he told his new boss as he got used to the feel of his blast vest. "I'm ready to haul jets." It was nice to have a protective employer.

@[member=Alli Wren]