Spies of the Empire (Moved to "No Man's Land")

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((OOC:If Binks doesn't have Larika finished and accepted by February 1st, this thread will become open...unless you have no business here, if you just want to jump in as a Republic trooper and attack, I will become angry...this is a plot point that must succeed))

Palo sighed as he completed his menial tasks, as he saw them. It was all part of his job, he had to do it, but he hated it. It was boring, he did basically the same thing every day.
His mind began to wander, he thought about how he had gotten to this point. He knew that soon it would be over. He didn't feel it, no, people who relied on feelings were imbeciles, he used logic and superior technical skills to notice that the credits where going, well, just where they needed to go. The ship was almost complete, as soon as it is complete him and Larika were getting off of this lake.
He glanced up, his shift was ending in 2 minutes. He stood up, [brown]I'm leaving a little early, everybody okay with that?[/brown] he looked around the room, all of the other techs shook their heads, some laughed. He laughed with them as he walked out. Imbeciles. If the only knew what he had scattered in 27 pieces in his room.
He walked back to his room, he had his own room, he was important enough, after all he was the lead technical officer. He opened the door, walked in and locked it behind him. He checked to make sure there was no survailence, and got to work cleaning each piece of his hidden sniper rifle, one piece at a time.

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Palo checked his datapad, everything was in order. Today was the day he left this worthless puddle. He was going out into the galaxy at large. And with somebody as powerful as the Sith Empire behind him, he could go anywhere and do anything.

He walked towards the hangar...restricted area.

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Palo activated his hidden hovertrolley, out it came carrying a large bundle of wires that could only be called a droid in the most liberal since of the word.

Palo set it to follow him and checked his pockets. He had every single piece of the sniper rifle hidden on his person. He was ready to get off of this stupid planet as soon as possible, and today was the day.

Palo stopped by a large door, [red]RESTRICTED[/red] was engraved on the door. Palo smiled and plugged his datapad into the ID slot. It did as expected and hacked the door, opening it and letting Palo enter.

Palo stopped for a moment and admired the view; this was his ship. He was the one who had created it. And now he would fly it out of here. He smiled as he shut down the hovertrolley, it descended slowly until it gently (and silently) landed on the sterile floors of the bunker.

Palo set up his position, removing the sniper rifle from its hidden places, he put them together -creating his weapon of choice. He could only assume his partner was in place. He checked his chrono; 03:59. One minute to go. He watched the chrono and waited for it to switch to 04:00, which it obediently did. He took aim at the guard leader, Frazzen, he knew the man. He quashed that thought and pulled the trigger; launching a red beam through the Mon Calamari's eye.

Palo smiled as he noticed a violet beam activate and slice through the first guard to the entrance. [brown]So it begins[/brown] he muttered quietly to himself. He took aim at another guard, now they were aware there was an enemy. But it mattered not, they would be eliminated. He fired again, and again. Soon he and the violet beam had eliminated all of the guards.

Palo turned and reactivated the hovertrolley, it hummed to life and rose to about hip level before following Palo down the ramp to the main area. Larika had already entered the ship. She was probably meditating in one of the large rooms in the back.

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Palo climbed aboard the MC20. He activated the droid, it plugged itself into all the slots and sockets it could find and began taking control of the ship. Sparks began to fly from it. [brown]Uh-oh[/brown] Words began to flash across the screen in basic: "The ship is now operational. I must warn you, I may not be able to work optimally for a large amount of time." [brown]I'll get us there as soon as possible then[/brown] "That would be the best option, sir."

He launched the ship up into the far atmosphere. Comm unit shut off so as to cut off Republic threats and complaints. Palo finally exited the atmosphere. He was about to launch to hyperspace when he noticed that the battle was about to begin. He switched coordinates and fired off into hyperspace into the space somewhere within comm range of the Sith capitol ship and opened up his comm to the secure channel he had memorized, and sat back in his seat. He waited for the commander to pick up, he knew he would...