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Post by Jace on Feb 14, 2009 19:47:27 GMT -5
Bane got himself out of his cot, his internal clock was telling him that it was nearly time for them to arrive at Coruscant. Bane walked over to the refresher and splashed his face with ice cold water. He then checked to make sure all his armor was in place, just in case he had need for them. He then threw on civilian clothes for his part of a ex-military man turned philanthropist.
Bane made his way towards the bridge of the Ghost Star, he needed to make an announcement. He saw that Italia was already on the bridge, seeing as she was the captain of this boat. He walked up behind the pilots chair and placed a hand on the chair.
"Italia, what is our ETA for Coruscant?"
Bane then made his way over to the comm unit and clicked it on, making an announcement to the entire ship.
"This is Colonel Bane, we will be arriving on Coruscant soon, I need everyone on the bridge ASAP."
Bane clicked off the comm and waited quietly for everyone to arrive. As he waited he ran the plan through his head again and again, trying to see if they overlooked anything. This plan wasn't foolproof, no plan ever was, but it was the best one they had. In all honesty Bane was tired of sneaking around and stealing things from people. He did get a sort of satisfaction when he stole a massive battleship right under the nose of the Republic but that wasn't what he was looking for. He missed the days of the Militia when it was about full on battles and then other times when it was guerrilla tactics. He told himself that soon enough, the Mandalorians would be going to a full scale war. He couldn't wait for that day, but he shook his head of those thoughts, and focused on the task at hand.
They were about to attempt to steal a Basilisk War Droid from the heart of the Republic. Bane promised himself if he made it out of this alive, he was going to treat himself to a good meal.
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Feb 15, 2009 6:46:40 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 6:46:40 GMT -5
Groaning slightly, Italia rubbed her eyes as she sat up once more. God she was tired. Even with the little sleep she'd had it just wasn't enough with the boring and routine flight through deep space. The young woman had only managed to keep herself awake by speaking to her brother or Ark throughout the journey, not really certain on how to approach the others on the ship. They still made her nervous...like she didn't belong. Well, who was she kidding? She didn't belong. Not with them anyway...she wasn't a warrior. If anything she'd be more likely a moral officer who doubled as a hacker and sniper...someone always in the shadows.
As Bane came up behind her, asking the time until their arrival, she simply pointed up to the clock counting down. Only about 30 minutes until they reached Coruscant space...then it was time to go back to work. Perhaps, though, it would have been more accurate to say it would be time for her to get more serious in her work. For now, however, she was content to lean back and gaze at the various blinking controls monitoring their flight status and coordinates.
Her mental checklist came round the front of her mind once more, checking...for the third time...that she hadn't forgotten anything. Link adapters, packed. Splicers, packed. Datapad, programmed. ID badge, in my pocket. Access codes, on my chip. Chip, in my buckle. Landing codes, programmed and ready to send. Moving palette, set for Ark. Talon blade, in place. Vibro blade and my blaster...I did give them to Bane didn't I?
Glancing over her shoulder to Bane, she waited for him to be done on the com system before she spoke up.
Bane, I did remember to give you my blade and blaster for later, didn't I?
She asked, her green eyes sparkling up at him as she awaited his answer. Somewhere in the back she heard the others starting to move around. Twisting her head around a bit more, Lia looked back to where the others would be appearing from. According to her calculations, there hadn't been much more allotted wight capacity on the ship than what they had currently if they were going to get off Coruscant with the basilisk, so unfortunately she'd not been able to accommodate them with cots of any kind except her one which...to her chagrin...had been occupied by Bane nearly immediately. This being the case, the others had most likely had to find a spot on the built in metal, and very uncomfortable, foldaway benches.
Either way Colonel, we should meet where everyone can hear. Ark can't fit in here, but I can leave the controls for a minute or two.
She stated, standing, stretching, and brushing past him easily.
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Feb 15, 2009 13:40:31 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 15, 2009 13:40:31 GMT -5
Arkandos double checked his weapons one last time to ensure that they were ready for battle and stowed for the others to bring them into the museum before he banged away along the deck plating towards the common room in the center of the ship. Though a tight squeeze he could fit through the bulk head and spotted Bane and Lia heading for them. "Bane, My equipment is stored in their containers and ready to be moved." He said sighing slightly and give lia a light touch on the shoulder as greetings. "Any luck figuring out how long the hand over will take, my internal oxygen tanks won't last long."
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 15, 2009 17:10:36 GMT -5
Up until then Mal had been stretched out on the deck of the Ghost Star sleeping while he still could. He would do his comrades no good... no, he would be a liability if he did not get enough rest before the mission began. Col. Bane's voice speaking to the crew via the comm unit slowly roused the giant from his slumber, he opened his eyes to see everything in a blurry mess. After he promptly wiped his eyes and looked around the cabin he slowly got up and rummaged through his duffel bag until he found his armor. It didn't take that long to put the suit on... he had been doing it for nearly 10 years.
After he donned the infamous "T" visor the Mandalorian tested his HUD... everything was in order thank the Force... he could not afford a malfunction right now. Mal took his helmet off and pinned it in between his chest and the massive arm. He just had one last thing to test: His weapon. It had not failed him in the 30 years that he had it and it would not now. He hefted the weapon and took the magazine out, he was also sure to take the slug that was in the barrel... Lia would not appreciate holes in her ship... especially since they weren't in the atmosphere yet. With his free hand and tripped a series of switches that would activate the electro magnets... effectively simulating the gun running through it's fire operation.
Mal smiled as he heard the thrum of the magnets kicking on, so far so good. He depressed the trigger, the weapon responded by thrumming even louder as the power cells gave the magnets more juice. He was satisfied, the gun was in good order.
With that Mal walked up to the cockpit and saw Ark, Lia, and Bane heading towards him. After Bane replied to Ark's statement Mal spoke up.
"Colonel Bane, I read over the briefing and it seems that we have a solid plan... well... a genius plan... but I am not sure where I will fit into things..." He trailed off.
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Feb 15, 2009 18:00:35 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 18:00:35 GMT -5
((I'mma jump post order for a min. sorry all. ))
Halting in the main cabin so that she wouldn't be far from the controls should something happen, she looked over to regard Ark. Sighing, she shook her head slightly. There was something that just didn't set right with her about this whole operation...she just couldn't put her finger on what. It was almost as if everything were going too smoothly. Shaking her head slightly, she sighed.
I don't know ba'buir....I wish I could tell you. If everything goes well we can make the transition in about five minutes...if not it could take twenty or thirty.
She stated, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the bulkhead. Upon hearing, and seeing, Mal approach, she chuckled again and shook her head. Such a very TALL man. Only then did she notice the armor. Oh that wouldn't be good.
Mal, I don't think we're supposed to be wearing our armor. We don't want to draw too much attention to who we really are.... Though....I could be wrong on that?
She mused
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Post by Latus on Feb 15, 2009 19:38:16 GMT -5
Bane's voice burst over the intercoms commanding all hands to the bridge. Itani had found himself a soft piece of plastisteel to sleep on, using his mask as a makeshift pillow. He sat upright as Bane's voice faded. He had chosen to sleep in his armor and clothes because he didn't have any extras, didn't have a need. The armor practically cleaned itself and he was careful enough that the clothes never got too dirty. Standing from his location he grimaced as his lower back gave an audible snap. Ooh... that hurt so good. Stretching he took tabs on everything he had in his small makeshift bunk. His collapsible pistol, throwing daggers, short vibrosword, and a small steel bottle of his favorite lethal compound, concentrated death stick; a few microliters was lethal, hence the steel bottle.
Returning them to their hiding places in the suit itself he made sure his street clothes were done up proper to hide every millimeter of his red armor. Nothing less than a strip search will find it. He was always confident of his own work and it had never failed him before. Turning away he made his way up to the bridge of his sister's ship. Bane, Lia, and Mal were already accounted for. He mustered as much seriousness as he could as he entered the small compartment.
Getting close, are we? This ought to be good.
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Post by 10Tickler on Feb 16, 2009 15:43:43 GMT -5
Emerging from Hyperspace a little Before reaching Coruscant, the Bonus Credit was looking especially...decrepit. Especially considering the ship that was before them in Line to Go down planetside. Sitting back in her rather Sumptuous captain's chair, the Diminutive Captain of the Freighter smirked from behind her favorite overalls. Her entire crew was dressed in Civvies, and would stay that way... It was their job to serve as a Distraction for the mission.
Looking at a watch, Celke Tarria decided that it was time, and turned on the Holoprojector switch, Causing an Image of herself in the chair to Rise on the bridge, her feet kicked up lazily on an unseen console.
Bonus Credit Reporting in, we're all ready to cause chaos and Discord over here... Care to Give me specific Orders? Or shall I just steal one of their Heavy Cruisers to give them more work and a way for you to go unnoticed? she asked, only Half-Sarcastic.
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Post by Mara on Feb 16, 2009 18:17:14 GMT -5
[coming from Mandalorian Special Operations HQ...]
After some pleasantries and everyone was aboard, Ambria had made her way to one of the few passenger seats and strapped herself in for take-off. She made herself comfortable, pulling off her boots and sitting back, planning to stay here for most of the trip for a short rest. She wasn't tired but knew how important being rested was.
As they passed smoothly through hyperspace, she slept peacefully, for the most part. Having so much quiet alone time wasn't as helpful as it was for most people. Not being active or busy would delve up deep and painful memories for her from time to time. This particular dream, or nightmare, depending on how you looked at it, involved her wedding day. For Ambria, this was a very bittersweet memory.
So bittersweet that she was glad when she was jolted awake as the comm crackled to life. With some remorse, she checked her chrono as she listened to the Colonel's message. Ambria had meant to wake early and check her rifles for the mission ahead. Now she was behind and hurriedly unstrapped herself to run back aft to the storage area after pulling her boots back on. Quickly and efficiently, she put her sniper rifle together after opening its case. With a final snap, the scope was on. Grabbing a small bandolier with extra powerpacks, she hurried from the storage area and up towards the bridge.
Coming to a slow walk, she entered the bridge area to join the others, the banolier strapped across her chest, the rifle sitting against her shoulder.
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Post by Meira on Feb 17, 2009 11:15:00 GMT -5
Trin had been back and forth from tinkering with some of her gear to trying to rest against a wall of the ship. She dozed sometimes, but always woke up not long after, her neck a little sore from the effort. Eventually, she gave up the sleep. She wasn't that tired to begin with, and had only attempted it for the sake of being "well rested" before the mission. So she went back to tinkering. She had altered the metal spike contraption on her gauntlet and was testing it against a big hunk of scrap. Where the spike once sprung out and stayed under her wrist and palm, Trin had altered it so that the spike might fly out completely, turning from a lethal knife to a lethal bolt. It gave her greater range. The spike on her other gauntlet was left as it was, for the more close quarters combat that she preferred.
As always, Trin was good with her two blasters, but she was better hand to hand, something that surprised many men she had sparred with in the past. Her skill? Trin, due to her smaller size, was taught a method of close quarters combat that used her opponent's size and strength against them. She could redirect the great amounts of force that they put out to knock them off balance. On top of that, she was just a mite quicker, and with her advance training under Mandalore himself, Trin used that quickness to deadly effect. She didn't need the larger firepower, not with the rest of her comrades around.
With Bane's call, Trin was shaken out of her reverie and stood up, storing away the tools she had taken out for her work. She made her way to where the group was gathered and stood silently. She still had yet to be introduced to the large man, the two siblings Ark seemed to take a liking to, or the female officer. But all this would come in time. If anything, Trin would introduce herself on the return trip if she still hadn't learned their names. But like the others, her mind was on the mission.
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Feb 17, 2009 15:21:52 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Feb 17, 2009 15:21:52 GMT -5
Bane just gave Italia an emotionless look as she asked about her blasters. Bane just shook his head and walked out of the bridge so they could accommodate Ark.
"As Italia said it could take anywhere from 5 minutes to half an hour." he said in response to Ark's query.
Bane waited as the others all gathered before outlining the plan once more so everything was clear.
"Alright people ETA on Coruscant is around 15 minutes. Firstly Italia is right, we cannot where any identifying armor. As much as I dislike being parted from my armor it is a necessity. The longer the Republic is unaware of our actions the more efficient our first strike will be.
When we land, we will be greeted by the curator of the museum who is assisting us in transporting Ark to the Museum. I am playing the part of an Ex-Military man turned philanthropist. Mal and Ambria will be acting as my bodyguards. Velos you are going to be playing the part of my assistant. Work datapads, mention schedules, you know what to do.
After we leave the ship with the curator, Itani and Italia will make their way separately to the Museum. They will make their way in as guests and remain there until after closing. They will make sure to deactivate the security system. They will let Ambria,Velos,Mal, and myself in through the service entrance. This is where we will be taking the basilisk out of the museum.
Ark your job is to make sure the basilisk comes with us, your role is key in this whole theft. Velos, Itani, Ambria, and Ark will be the first group to leave the Museum. Then Italia,Mal, and myself will follow. This way we reduce the likelihood of all of us getting caught or killed.
Now Tarria I hope you have been listening. If something should happen to go wrong, I rather we didn't have the full Coruscant police force on our backs. If their attention is divided then it will be easier for us to cut, bake and get the hell out of there. I am leaving the necessary distraction up to your discretion, but just have it ready should I contact you.
Alright everyone, make your final preparations, we land in 5.
Dismissed!"
With that Bane turned and made his way back towards the bridge. This was a bold and for the most part crazy plan, but thats what made it so exciting. Bane just hoped he could get his troops through this so they could live and fight to see the glory of all Mandalorians spread.
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Feb 17, 2009 16:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 17, 2009 16:01:33 GMT -5
Ark inclined his torso towards bane his form of a nod as his photo recpetors flickered between their faces. "That should be quick enough, if it isn't well, I'll be hard to explain why a four hundred year old assault droid just began breathing." Ark forced a short laugh out to ease the tension as bane continued. "The droid will come, It wouldn't be the first time I had to convince an other's war droid to come with myself. Though lets hope the droid is still sane." He said slowly just now realizing he hand never considered the possibility that the droid wouldn't be stable. "Mel, if worst comes you and I may have to drag that droid out manually." Ark shook his body and looked square at Mel. "Lets hope it doesn't come to that even between the two of use I'm not certain we can drag thirty-five tons of war droid." Finishing his piece ark moved to the rear and into the cargo hold taking measures to shut down all non-sensor and life support systems.
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Post by Latus on Feb 17, 2009 18:20:04 GMT -5
Lat, lounging against a back wall of the bridge, couldn't stifle a smile. It was almost too easy; get off the ship as a passenger, take a speeder to the museum, look at ancient history for a few hours, ghost a few guards, grab the basilisk droid and they were out. Simple as that. The nagging doubt in the back of his mind still warned of the unexpected and he humored that instinct, checking again to see if his armor was concealed. Crossing the room he put his hand on Lia's shoulder and looked out the clear viewing panels.
Nervous?
He smiled, looking down at his sister who looked as if she might be indeed. Perhaps it was their conversation with Ark back on Concord Dawn that had her on edge or the fact that this was their first "outing" together since childhood.
I really don't think you need to worry, keep a positive attitude, like me. Ark is a massive warbot, we have several competent soldiers amongst us, and besides, we are here together. There isn't anything that can keep us down.
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Post by Mara on Feb 17, 2009 18:42:13 GMT -5
Bodyguard, Ambria thought. She figured she may need to use her holster anyway. Either way, she didn't think that a bodyguard would walk in with a high-powered sniper rifle and a bandolier filled with extra powerpacks. Thinking she would be perched outside, keeping an eye on things, she had prepared this way. The dark-skinned woman with short hair should have known that this wouldn't have worked. After all, museum guard would be inside the museum, relegating her position outside null.
So she headed back aft to the storage container she had collected her gear in. She took her rifle apart and replaced it in its case before drawing out her belt and holster. Taking care that it was full power, she replaced the blaster, surprisingly new and high-tech for a military officer, into the holster at her right hand. She tightened the belt so that it wouldn't fall off but still hang loosely around her hips. Ambria just hoped that her simple black attire would be fashionable enough to not garner the guards' attention, that she was bodyguarding the man Bane would be portraying.
About to close up her storage bin, she grabbed a couple more things on a second thought: a holdout blaster and a vibloblade. Ambria hide the small blaster underneath her left sleeve and stuffed the blade into the boot. One could never have enough weapons, especially if the guards at the musuem decided to take her sidearm. Finally finished and satisfied, she made her way back forward towards the bridge area.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 17, 2009 19:32:13 GMT -5
Mal shook his head. There are maybe one or two 8 foot tall humanoids that walk into the museum each year, no... each decade, and for one to walk in the very night before the museum is raided by a group of Mandalorians, one who happens to be close to 8 feet tall would be more than a coincidence. They would have to be nothing but lumbering fools and blustering morons not to notice. After he was done speaking he was about to say this exact thing to the man, but Col. Bane only turned around and walked into the bridge.
With a sigh Mal began to take his battle armor off and stow it in the plasti-steel container... he also retrieved some clothes that he would have sported back in his mercenary days from that same container. After throwing them on he made his way back to the assembly area. Even with merc-style clothes the Giant man looked somewhat like a kath hound walking around on its hind legs... he sighed again before taking a seat and waiting for the Colonel to return.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 17, 2009 22:32:04 GMT -5
What a positively infuriating man. Fine, I'll ask Mal to bring one in for me since he's acting as bod guards. I obviously can't take a weapon in and if push comes to shove I need to be able to defend myself.
With that thought, she pushed herself away from the wall where she was leaning and grabbed her blaster and a decent sized dagger. No vibro-blades for her...there was just no point in them outside of actual battle. When she returned, Bane was still going over the plan so she returned to her previous seat, checking that everything was still green. Nearly to the first check point....time to test the waters soon. As Lat came up behind her, she glanced up at him.
Nervous? Not exactly....but....something just doesn't fit right in all of this. By all intensive purposes this should be easy enough....everything's in order, not seeing any hitches in the plan thus far...I just....I don't know. That and I REALLY don't feel like getting shocked by that blasted system again.
She grumbled at the end. Hearing Bane return, she pressed Itani down into the co-pilot seat a bit more roughly than she had originally intended.
Stay. The codes are programmed in should they decide we're next...but I should be back before that.
She stated gruffly as she moved easily around Bane. Coming up to Mal, she tugged on his clothing once to get his attention.
I need you to get these in for me. I'm not going to be completely toothless in there, but I can't get in with a blaster and blade and the only teeth I'll have aren't going to do a lot of good against blasters should it come to ranged weapons.
She stated, holding the blaster out to him grip first.
Considering you're the bodyguard, you're more likely to get in with it than myself.
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Post by 10Tickler on Feb 18, 2009 9:52:55 GMT -5
With her little Psychopathic grin, Celke listened to her orders. They were perfect, Chaos, panic, discord... This was the mission for her. But how to do it? Musing silently, she turned off the Holoprojector and Turned to look at her sparse crew, Mostly mandalorians and one other, a Female Mechanic that she had hired on to work on her ship. Indeed a Conundrum, what to do, what to do.
With a wide grin, an idea hit her mind, and she nodded to herself as she kicked her chair back around and started to give orders. Captain has the Conn she said, a Cry that was echoed by those around her. Really, all that meant was that she was planning on Flying Solo, controlling the Speed, direction, everything without the help of the Navcomputer or of her crew, who all went to their various Gunposts, readying for battle.
They would have a little time to think about what they were doing, her plan becoming fully formed in her mind... Now all she needed was Bane's Signal that his Team was ready to leave. Well... that and a Rather Large Frigate, Hopefully one filled with something Nice and Dangerous.
With a Sweeping dive to the starboard side, the Bonus Credit Ducked out of the Line they were all in, her spot Happily taken by an Ithorian Freight ship. Now indeed, Celke Tarria was on the hunt.
It would take her only 74 seconds to spot her Target. It was large indeed. A Tanker-Freighter of whose cargo -a quick check of Filed Manifests would prove- was comprised of a large mix of Animal wastes, charcoal and other Fuels and Fertilizers. All of it's Tanks, to spare the crew from smell most likely, were affixed to the outside of the Ship, and it would only take a twin pair of Strafing runs along either side to Damage it, causing Crap and other cargo to go flying, and getting them the full attention of the Coruscant Spacing Lanes Authority... Not to mention, most likely, Capital Guards.
Licking her teeth and Rubbing her hands together, Celke Tarria Laughed. It was perfect...Maybe she could shoot her Initials into the Side of the ship.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 18, 2009 22:19:09 GMT -5
Mal was lost in thought, he didn't notice Lia was even there until she tugged on his clothes. When he looked up she was handing him a blaster pistol, he blinked once or twice before speaking. "Is there anything else you need smuggled in, Lia?" Mal asked as he stuffed the pistol in his waistband. It was really the only spot he had to put it, a pocket was just a bad idea... and his holster was already filled with a rather large version of a blaster pistol.
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Post by Meira on Feb 19, 2009 10:30:16 GMT -5
Assistant eh? Well ok. Trin thought as she turned on her heels and moved back into the main hold of the ship. Her clothing wasn't quite right for the job. It didn't have any military markings on it, but the black outfit just had that military air to it. It would work as a body guard, as the woman Ambria's would... she needed to figure out what to do. Looking into her kit, Trin already knew she didn't have any clothes that would suit the part. With a sigh, she looked around.
What to do? At that moment, she noticed the woman... Italia? speaking with the giant... Mal. Trin was starting to get the names down. This was her ship, right? Maybe she had some extra clothes? She looked about the same size as herself.
Trin walked over, not wanting to interrupt. But they had time constraints after all. Clearing her throat, Trin tapped Italia on the shoulder. Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but... this is your ship, right? I was wondering if you had more civilian looking clothes on board. I don't think this outfit could pass on a secretary. She said, indicating her current clothing.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 20, 2009 6:37:36 GMT -5
Italia shook her head at Mal's question, smiling slightly.
No, thanks. I just needed tha....huh?
She felt herself tapped on the shoulder as she was answering. Turning, she looked at the woman standing behind her. Oh, what was her name?!...gah, can't remember. I'll ask later. She needed clothing? For a secretary? Oh dear...this was going to be difficult at best.
Yeah, 'tis. Um....I'm not sure...but let's see what I have.
She stated, waving for the other woman to follow her. Walking down one of the narrow halls, she opened a small door and ducked inside. There were a few boxes in here of various clothes that she had used for previous jobs....now, to find the one she was looking for. Picking one at random, she opened the container and pulled out a simple cut dress coat. Satisfied, she tossed it at the other woman. Continuing her search, she found a pair or slacks that looked as if they might fit her, and a loose blouse. Handing the items over, she smiled again.
Hopefully those fit...I'll leave you to change in here then, and let me know if something doesn't fit.
She stated, and closed the door behind her.
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Meira
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Feb 20, 2009 10:12:00 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 20, 2009 10:12:00 GMT -5
Trin nodded and followed Italia through the corridor and into the small room. She wanted to help her search through the boxes, but figured it might be rude. Besides, Trin didn't know where to look, so she propped herself against the wall and waited. The name's Trin, by the way. She said in passing. Might as well introduce herself. Soon enough, Italia had found her an outfit and excused herself to allow Trin privacy to change... and to get on with everything else she needed to do. Trin wasted no time.
Stripping off her uniform, she tried the pants first. They were a little long, but they fit fine. The blouse was loose, but it looked like that it was meant to be that way. It hung awkwardly on Trin's slim frame. But she stood with square shoulders back and her back straight, so it didn't look too bad, or at least she didn't think it did. Trin didn't have much experience with non military clothing. Before she found out she was Mandalorian, she dressed like a boy with all the other guys on Commenor. After joining the military, it was uniforms and armor and not much else. She wished there was a mirror in the room, so she could at least see if she looked ridiculous. Lastly, she dawned the Jacket. Like the pants, the jacket's sleeves were a little long, Italia had an inch or two on her. But it fit well enough. Folding up her uniform, Trin stepped out of the room.
She walked back down the corridor and found the refresher. Inside the small room, she found a mirror and studied her appearance. The first thing she noticed was that her trained face didn't fit the part. Trin had, over the course of her training, adopted the emotionless blank face of a soldier. It took a few moments of wiggling her nose and stretching her mouth and cheeks around before her features softened up a bit. Then there was the matter of her hair. She debated for a few moments on how she should wear it. She eventually decided to wear it down. It might mask her features and make it hard for anyone to remember her face, should something go wrong. Her lack of makeup wasn't a concern, a plain looking assistant would draw less attention.
Finally satisfied with her outfit, Trin stepped back into the main hold of the ship. She still felt a little awkward in the get-up, without any of her equipment, but the attire left little room for concealing weapons. If push came to shove, she'd have to stick close to Ambria and Mal and wait to take a blaster from a fallen enemy. On the positive side, some of her more technical gear could be brought in under her guise, and so she set about going through her pack to see what she might be able to get away with. Nothing too much, she didn't want to jeopardize the mission from the get-go, but a few things could pass.
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