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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 8, 2011 4:45:54 GMT -5
"A place without war. Never thought it possible." - Wes Janson Coronet City was the bustling capital of Corellia. Often referred to as "The Jewel of Corellia," Coronet was a bustling urban metropolis located on the coast of the southernmost continent. It was a technologically advanced city with beautiful architecture. In keeping with Corellia's spacefaring heritage, Coronet's spaceport was second to none. Coronet was also home to the headquarters of CorSec and was heavily patrolled, although patrols were somewhat lighter in the Blue Sector, a rough section of town filled with cantinas, tattoo parlors, casinos, and fences, where offworlders tended to congregate.
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May 8, 2011 22:51:59 GMT -5
Post by LadyEvicto on May 8, 2011 22:51:59 GMT -5
Rap, rap, rap, rap, went the hydrospanner against the pannel of the Skipray Blastboat in hangar bay G-10. Vanessa Sola had been waiting what seemed like forever. Sitting on a hard unopened crate of oil, she continued rapping a tune on the pannel on her ship. She had been told that this would have been a fast repair, but obviously the man repairing it had been slacking. She had already been to the nearest cantina, had a meal and several drinks, and that was after waiting in line half an hour for a table.
"Look, is this going to take all day?" She asked impatiently to the human working under the side of her ship. "I've got planets to go, bounties to tag, and bills to pay."
"No, it won't be long. Just finishing changing a couple fuses here and she'll be good as new."
She heaved a deep sigh, and ran a hand through her short blonde hair. Pulling out a small datapad from under a layer of armour, she entered a passcode and brought up the GNN news which was mentioning a new series of terrorist attacks on Coruscant. She furrowed her brow, deep in thought.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 9, 2011 3:16:30 GMT -5
The mechanic finished changing the fuses and slammed the hatch on the Blastboat closed. A few seconds with his hydrospanner and the hatch was secured.
"There you go, ma'am, as I said, good as new!"
He added as he climbed out from beneath the Skipray. He had seen some ships in his time, but there was something special about this particular one. She'd obviously seen some sort of trouble recently though, to pick up the kind of damage he'd repaired. But it was his motto not to ask questions of his clients regarding where they picked up the things he fixed, and as a reward of sorts he got an interesting assortment of clientèle.
"Well, ma'am, she's all finished. Now just the matter of paying for her repairs."
The way he said this, the man seemed to disappear off into a distant world as he contemplated something. He wondered silently to himself if she would consider it, after all a Skipray usually took a crew of four and she appeared to be on her own. And in the end he had the choice of either getting off of Coronet today, or possibly spending a long time locked up in some dusty hole watched over by some angry Corsec officials with a chip on their shoulder two parsecs wide...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 9, 2011 8:24:49 GMT -5
"Paying for it isn't a problem as long as you don't mention to anyone that I was here. And I have my ways to find out." Sola replied. She pulled a small wallet from her belt and over the amount she assumed the repairs to be. A tip for the cute mechanic, who would hopefully keep quiet about her whereabouts if any one of her enemies came looking for her. She'd made a lot of them over the past couple years of hunting, and they didn't seem to care how they got the information, even if it meant torturing innocent beings for it. That wasn't her thing, she was only after the guilty with price tag stickers waving behind them.
She watched the mechanic survey the Blastboat. She could guess what he was thinking. However.. she hardly knew this man... "You trying to get off planet?" She asked, popping a tobacco gum into her mouth. She had been trying to quit for a while, and this seemed to keep cravings at bay.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 9, 2011 9:01:20 GMT -5
The mechanic smiled at her, a half cocky grin that said he'd seen it all and knew it too. He looked at the amount she wanted to hand him, and noticed the generous tip too. Perhaps she would be able to help him after all. He waved away the credits and then nodded as she asked if he was trying to get off planet.
"Well the way I see it, you don't want me to mention to anyone you were here. I can't mention anything to anyone if I'm not here to mention it, can I?"
Yeah, he wanted to get off planet. He had run out of answers for the annoying detective from Coronet who kept popping around "just to chat." He suspected the man had either found the bodies, or was going to find them soon. If he didn't get out of the Corellian system soon, he'd have a lot of explaining to do.
"What I mean to say is, ma'am, you can keep the repair fees as a way for me to buy my passage off this rock on-board your boat. And, it never hurts to have a mechanic along, does it?"
The mechanic continued to survey the Blastboat, realising that he had not seen any mention of the ships name in the logs or on the outer hull. He made a mental note to ask the lady at a later time what it was. He noticed her pop the tobacco gum and began wondering about what kind of person this lady standing in front of him was...
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May 9, 2011 14:06:48 GMT -5
Post by avayl on May 9, 2011 14:06:48 GMT -5
It was the way of doing things. Getting them done in a timely manner. Superiors aside Avayl couldn't wait to kick the dust off of his boots and get out of here. Too high end this city was. A least the area he was in looked it. Stationed at the rim of the city, almost directly in line between the space port and the way to down town. Most people liked it for the view and the location. Avayl's superiors like it for the deep water just outside their backdoor. It was a Villa. High end very rich district. At first the others on the team kept wondering who above them could afford a place like this. Weeks of speculations turned into gossip and intrigue. Avayl kept himself out of those conversations. It wasn't in him to wonder about what he didn't care about. Avayl leaned back on his chair, balancing it on two legs while tinkering with a coupling manifold used for energy storage. He thought he could boost the power output by 30% while still maintaining the proper balance between minimum input and storage parameters. Jarrous popped his head through the door to the small maintenance room and spotted Avayl. "Hey kid, Capi want's us in the main room now." He was just about to head back out before he caught sight of what Avayl held in his hands. "Hey that's the coupling manifold from the submersible." Avayl tossed it Jarrous. "Yep, and it's done." "You increased the output?" "By exactly 32% Should make the difference at 4,000 ft. Now I'm pretty sure the shields wont collapse on us." They walked out of the maintenance room and down the hall to the main room. Their they saw the other 5 members of the team sitting at the table. Avayl grabbed a drink and sat down. Murdock aka Capi stood. "I've received a communication stream from the powers that be. Ships moving in tomorrow. 0330." "Sith spit Capi that's cutting it a little close." Gammia said. The Female local they had picked up for their Op. "Is the payload what they said it was gonna be?" Jarrous inquired. While being the Secondary Demo expert he was also Second runner. Avayl being primary with Sebari as the late third. The team: 3 runners. 1 primary demo. and 2 pilots. "The payload is double." Capi said after a pause. Silence spread through the room. Avayl slouched down in his chair and held his cup up to his mouth. Before taking a long drink he broke this silence. "This is Bull Sith." Capi gave them all a hard stare. "There's no way around it. They want a big whole in the side of the city capitol building. Once the explosives arrive we will only have actual hold of it for approximately 1.3 hours." Avayl rose from the table. "Yeah, let's be worried about nothing." With that he retired to his room. ((Anyone wanna join in?))
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May 9, 2011 18:29:57 GMT -5
Post by LadyEvicto on May 9, 2011 18:29:57 GMT -5
Vanessa frowned. She had hoped the credits would be enough to keep him quiet, and that was all. She had no troubles finding new means of attaining credits or other currencies through her line of work. But now, this guy thought she was a transport. However, he was right. She didn't know how long this Blastboat would last. It had been a long time since it had an overhaul and it'd been through many rough times in its short life.
"Fine. But I don't have to answer any questions I don't want to. That's part of the deal." She quipped. "I'm leaving now, so if you need to grab your bags, grab them now." She chewed her tobacco gum, and popped open the hatch of the Skipray. She made sure her jet pack and other weapons were safely stowed away, and leaned against the hull of the ship.
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May 10, 2011 3:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 3:03:54 GMT -5
"I just have one quick thing I need to take care of and we can be on our way."
He had no bags to pack, but he did have to make his disappearance seem valid. Well, he would give those authorities all the evidence they wanted, a reason to lock him up. Turning from the Skipray he made his way quickly to an area of the repair shop where he a crates of fuel cells were lined against the wall.
It was the work of seconds to change the parameters on one of the cells to cause it to loop its energy in and through itself. The loop would eventually cause the cell to overheat, and fuel cells having such a volatile nature already, would the overheating would cause it to explode. And when one goes off, he thought, all the rest will go off and take this entire shop with them.
For good measure he dragged an old dismantled proton torpedo he'd taken off a damaged fighter a few years back next to the fuel cells.
"That ought to do it,"
He mused out loud. Making his way back to the Blastboat, he grabbed a few more tools to slip into his tool belt, and lastly picked up the DC 15 blaster rifle leaning against his desk.
He glanced quickly at the fuel cells against the wall, and noted that the indicator light had turned from a steady green to a slow flashing yellow. By the time it hit red this place would go up faster than a cup of water in a Tatooine afternoon.
Returning to the lady by the Skipray, he smiled at her again.
"I guess there's no time like the present. And if you don't ask questions of me, ma'am, I won't ask any of you."
As an afterthought, he extended his hand in an introduction.
"Folks around these parts call me Mal."
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May 10, 2011 3:44:35 GMT -5
Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 3:44:35 GMT -5
((This post is a reply to Avayl's))
One of the pilots had been sitting quietly during the whole discussion regarding the operation happening tomorrow. As Avayl left the room, Tyrel Starkiller grumbled and looked at Capi.
"Capi, you and I both know this is a bad idea. Emperor's black bones man! We've barely got the details into our heads, we've done next to no recons of the place, and now he wants us to move in tomorrow? Tomorrow?!
Realising he had a better chance getting Gammia's agreement, he said to her,
"Gammia, doll, you and I both know it was going to be tough to begin with, but this, this is impossible!"
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May 10, 2011 8:13:05 GMT -5
Post by avayl on May 10, 2011 8:13:05 GMT -5
Jarrous snickers. he casually plopped the Coupling Manifold onto the table and leaned back on his chair. "Not as impossible as it was 15 minutes ago." He let the pause linger on. "In speaking of probabilities we have now done everything we can to increase our chances." Capi looked over at him. "You got the 30%?" "32. And it was Avayl." Gammia looked over at Tyrel. Her face became furrowed and her complexion darkened. Her eyes looked away and became distant. She placed a hand over top of Tyrels and weather it was for his support or hers they didn't know. "The system must fall. We cannot wait for the people to realize that it is already failing. We must show them." The conviction that ran strong in her voice sent tremors down her arm. She released a breath she had been holding. Capi straightened himself. He always liked the idealists, it made his job easier. "It's crunch time. Let's start cramming."
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May 10, 2011 8:21:40 GMT -5
Post by LadyEvicto on May 10, 2011 8:21:40 GMT -5
Vanessa observed with bright blue/green eyes and smirked as he looped the connections together, most likely to cause an overload. At least we won't have many followers. That's my kind of comrade. She had always been better with natural things, and influencing conversation in subtle ways to help get a better outcome. That, and getting out of a tight situation with her weapons and sharp wit always seemed to come in handy. She admired people who had a way with mechanical things.
"You can call me Sola." She nodded at him in response to the name exchange.
"No bags. You must be prepared to leave this rock." She mused as she hopped into the open cockpit, and let him get int behind her.
She began firing up the consoles, which responded with a cool hiss of wakening, as if from a deep sleep. The Skipray hovered, and the cockpit closed, as the sublight drives engaged and pushed it out of the hangar bay and towards the darkness of a starry night sky.
She attached her com to an earbud in her ear so she was able to speak to Mal. "I was planning on heading to the Inner Core or Imperial Space. Any idea where you'd like to go?"
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May 10, 2011 8:47:29 GMT -5
Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 8:47:29 GMT -5
Tyrel gently squeezed Gammia's hand in his own as he listened to everyone else around the table.
"Capi, for my sake, heck, for everyone's sake, I think we should go over the plan one more time. Just in case we missed something. You know I'm a stickler for details, and a part of me can't help but feel that we forgot to do something, with or without the 32%."
Tyrel sat back and while he waited for a reply began wondering what he had done to get himself into this mess. After this job, he really had to take a serious look at the people he surrounded himself with. Chasing payload after payload was a sure way to get oneself killed. Maybe it was time he settled down, started himself a family. Maybe someone like Gammia could be his wife someday. No, he realised, not Gammia. She was too much of a fanatic, too set on her goal to fight the man, to bring down the system. If only it hadn't been for the kid, the damned foolish boy who got himself blown to bits on the last job. Poor Gavin. He'd been so young...
"I mean it Capi, and you know we're all thinking it. We can't have another Coruscant."
Poor, poor Gav...
Mal sat back in his chair behind Sola, and took a last glance at the place he'd called him for the last few years. If he ever saw Corellia again, it would be too soon. And if Corellia saw him again... Well, Mal knew this planet would not be missing him, not after what he had done to some of its inhabitants. He could still see their silhouettes in the moonlight as he carved into their... Mal caught himself thinking about the last incident, and stopped. A smile crossed his face at the fond thought, but now was not the time to rethink such delicate thoughts.
Now was the time to make new friends, and Sola seemed an interesting person indeed. Mal had taken the co-pilots seat, and found himself automatically tinkering with the ships engines and its outputs. Before he even realised it, or asked for Sola's permission, he'd rerouted a couple of key functions and boosted the ships power ratings by 3%. As he finished he looked up and found Sola watching him.
"Sorry, mechanic's habit."
Mal sat back and waited for Sola to begin the lift of process, while he thought of how to answer the question she'd phrased so delicately as a statement.
"I've been ready to leave this rock since the day I ended up here. If we go to the Core, Imperial Space, it really doesn't matter one bit to me. As long as we put Coronet behind us as fast as possible."
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May 10, 2011 9:30:44 GMT -5
Post by avayl on May 10, 2011 9:30:44 GMT -5
Capi slammed his fist down on the table. "Yes, and that's why we got this job. Because it was only Gavin! The other cells-" Capi cut himself short. He wasn't supposed to talk to them about the other teams. Against proticol it was and everyone knew it. But they should know. It wasn't going to hurt them anyways. "Bodies are a pile of evidence waiting to shout their secretes. We got lucky with Gavin, incinerated. But the other Cells on other planets are not as lucky. Too large of a trail, to wide a record of errors. According to the ones up top we are on a streak. " Jarrous ran a hand down his face to clear his head. "So, the ships collide in mid air." Capi took up the line from there are drove on with the briefing. "Partially collide." He corrected. "The ships go down and crash land in the lake just outside. We launch the submersible, there are not many sensors that can penetrate the 3 to 4,000 ft depth it is to the lake bed. With the shield modifications we can reach that depth in under 25 minutes. 8 minutes to catch the payload jettisoned out the rear hatch of the ships. Then the clock is ticking. 25 to get back. 15 to transfer it over to the backpack containers. and then we all get in the ships and head for downtown." Capi pressed a button and the holo emitters on the table came to life. It displayed the flight patterns for both ships. "There are random explosive sensors on our way to downtown but we have mapped out the gaps and have a way in, up until the zero line." He paused and looked at the two remaining runner at the table. Then glanced at the door where Avayl left. He continued. "From there the runners jump ship and scram their way through the city to the capitol building." He pressed another button and it displayed the three individual runner routs. He took a sigh and opened the table for questions. Jarrous raised his hand. "Why don't we launch the submersible before hand so that once the police are alerted they don't see our sub going down after them. Saves time too. Be outa there before the fire teams arrive." Capi raised an eyebrow.
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May 10, 2011 10:17:35 GMT -5
Post by Jaster Chryss on May 10, 2011 10:17:35 GMT -5
"Lucky?! Lucky!"
Tyrel knew it was his place to fly the ships and keep quiet, but this old fool had gone to far. Gavin had been his friend. The boy had been young, and perhaps that's what drew Tyrel to him in the first place. The boy had hope. And hope was all a person really needed in this twisted galaxy.
He felt Gammia's hand on his, and chose to sit down before he lost his temper completely and hit Capi with whatever he could find. If Tyrel had his way, when that explosion happened Capi would go up with it, and then they'd see who was lucky.
Sighing, Tyrel sat back and listened to the plan unfold once more.As Capi wrapped up the plan, Tyrel thought he would add one more bit to the conversation, try one last time to convince them of his idea. "Look, I still say our best bet is just to fly one of the ships straight at the main building. I can keep it low enough to avoid sensors until we're right on the building, and then we set the ship to ram, and get ourselves out with enough time to spare. The ensuing confusion will give us plenty of time to escape before CorSec shows up."
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May 10, 2011 10:45:20 GMT -5
Post by avayl on May 10, 2011 10:45:20 GMT -5
Capi let the prior comment slide and focused on the latter. He pressed another button on the table and the capitol city building was displayed with the surrounding buildings. Green swaths of lights blinked on and their perimeter displayed in a lighter green. "The green lights are the explosive sensors littering the space around the building and a block away. This is their sweeping pattern and . . ." He pressed another button which zoomed out the view and showed red lights scattered across the table. "Those are the motion trackers that watch the ships around the building. We want as small a foot print as possible. This is not the amateurs where we just blow stuff up. We have to act like professionals and leave no trace. If we just straight up ram the building with ships then there is a possibility that the automated defenses could get them before they got close enough. applying minimal damage." Jarrous chimed in: "The best delivery system is through the water pipes." Gammia looked confused. "I'm sorry the water pipes?" "Yep," said Jarrous. "What we are handling is a liquid explosive. I've rigged up a micro detonator that will fit through the filters. It is inside of all three containers the runners are carrying, in case only one runner makes it." He shrugged his shoulders and looked grimly around the room to Tyrel.
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