Operation Tenacity(Mandalorians)

[Jace]

Lieutenant Colonel Bane Haseful walked from the bridge, they were nearing the Kuat Drive yards. This was a big mission, but Bane new better than to be nervous. This was the first step in the Mandalorian spearhead, and it was his charge to make sure it happened. He went over to the comm and made an announcement.

"This is Lt.Colonel Haseful, all persons participating in the aquisition mission, please report to the War Room for final briefing"

Bane clicked the comm off, and began to make his way over to the War Room, which was near the center of the ship. They had been over the plan multiple times, but it didn't hurt to go over it one last time. Afterall, they were deep in enemy territory and about to 'borrow' one of their most powerful ships. It was going to be quite tough, but it wouldn't be any fun if it was easy. Like any Mandalorian, Bane relished the opportunity for a challenge.

Bane arrived in the War Room, and waited for the rest of the soldiers to arrive.

[Meira]

Trin had been suiting up when she heard the all-call come over the comm. A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth as she pulled the chest plate over her mesh under-armor. She tugged it down over her shoulders and secured it so that it sat snug on her short frame. One piece at a time, the rest of her armor was put into place until it covered her body. More flexible than the traditional Mando armor, Trin wore the latest in the field, along with the others in Spec Ops.

Before leaving her small bunk room, Trin checked that all her tools were in place. Her gauntlets were fully modified for any kind of infiltration they might need. And what couldn't fit in those was in a utility belt slung around her waist. Not one for the heavy fire power, she carried two light blasters in holsters on her thighs and a couple light explosives on the back of her belt. If their team worked the way it should, she could get them in without destroying the ship. All her comrades had to do was keep the enemy off her back as she did.

Finished, Trin took her helmet off the shelf and left her bunk room. She walked briskly down the corridor and into a lift. The time had come for her skills to be tested. This was the first in a line of missions that they had been trained and hand picked fore. And what's more... it was crazy. There wasn't a Mando in existence who wouldn't love this mission, and Trin was no exception.

The lift doors opened and Trin stepped forth, taking a right and moving along the corridor until she came to the doors of the War Room. Before moving forward to activate the doors, Trin took a deep breath and cleared her mind. She would need to be focused. After the pause, she stepped forward and the doors opened in a silent blur. She moved into the room and saluted the Lt. Colonel. with a closed fist over her heart.

Corporal Velos, Spec Ops reporting sir.

[10Tickler]

Having been Lounging around, sitting in a chair on the Galley deck and suffering through a Killer hangover, the Minute figure of the Mandalorian femme twitched as the booming voice came over the intercom, her long, raven spikes shaking slightly as she stood and placed her helm over them. Wishing she had something that would kill the hammering in her head, Celke Tarria dimmed the visor and killed the sound receptors in her helmet as she boarded the Turbolift and Started to rise.

Deck 80


Deck 90

The decks of the ship that they were aboard seemed to pass quicker then ten a second, even quicker still, that was, until the turbolift stopped, the Top Deck of the bridge reached.

As the Doors opened, Celke could see several other Mandalorians already standing around, waiting for the briefing, their helmets on for some, off for others. Stepping through a small crack between two hulking Bridge Crewmen, The minuscule-statured warrior stood, her arms crossed as she looked at the Lt. Colonel. Beside him stood the only other Female that Celke had met, a Corporal named Velos.

A specialist in her own right, beneath the silver-and-crimson armor that she wore her skin rippled with toned muscles, like coiled vipers, ready to strike at any moment. No matter how Hung over she was. Celke Tarria had dealt with worse then this before.

Casting a glare at the overly chipper Corporal, she sighed then looked at Bane. Angry and Hung over, But Chief Warrant Officer Second Class, Celke Tarria Reporting.

[Jace]

Bane returned the salutes to those who entered the war room. His eyes scanning over everyone in the room; he was proud. All of his troops were ready to go, and ready to cause some havoc, just like their commander. He walked to the table in the center of the room, and nodded to a soldier, and a projection of the ship appeared in the center of the table.

"This my brothers and sisters, is the schematic for the Centaurion class battleship Tenacity. You have all studied this carefully, and you all know your duties. We have acquired republic uniforms and credentials, but they will not hold up under scrutiny. We will dock with the Tenacity under the guise of a surprise inspection team. If word gets out of our inspection, the Republic will know in an instant that we are intruders. This is why we must work quickly and as quietly as possible because things will get loud very fast. We must hit the three critical areas of the ship to ensure this. These are the Engine Room, Security, and the Command deck. With these three under our control, we will hyperspace jump as many times as needed to ensure that we can safely enter Mandalorian space."

He turned to a grisly looking Lieutenant to the right of him

"Lieutenant Oros, your team will secure the Engine Room, you know how important this is...failure is not an option"

He nodded towards a woman across the table

"Captain Inga and her squad are to neutralize the security protocols for the ship. The idea is to get the security grid under our control so we know what is going on and can avoid any noisy situations that may arise."

He then turned to burly man to his left

"Major Plank will be playing the role of the inspection team. His job is to bring the Commanding Officer, we assume is at least a Rear-Admiral, away from the command deck. Once he does that, my team will make our way into the Command Deck, and secure it, preventing any communication."

He looked at Trin and then at Celke and continued to speak

"Specialist Velos and Chief Warrant Officer Tarria, you both are with me. I will need both of your skills if we are to take the command deck and control of the ship."

He looked at his soldiers, and a faint smile touched his face

"I see the disappointment in some of your eyes when I say 'avoid noisy situations'. We aren't some Half-assed outfit, we are Special Operations. We are the Elite of the most Elite soldiers in the whole galaxy. But not to worry my comrades;there will be blood, gore, and chaos. The operation begins in 02:00 hours, I suggest you all make your final preparations. This is the first major step in our expansion, be proud my brothers and sisters"

With that he crossed his right fist over his heart, and turned and walked out of the War Room.

[Meira]

After her salute was returned, Trin stood at ease for the briefing. It was a simple and short meeting, reaffirming what everyone already knew they were doing. But it also served the purpose of letting them know what everyone else was doing as well. When the Lt. Col. spoke her name, Trin moved to attention. Yes sir. She responded when he gave the order that she and the other short female in the room would be on his team.

Trin couldn't help but let a smile slip on her face. While still relatively new to the Mandalorian culture, Trin had yet to experience true battle. She had yet to acquire a taste for the 'blood, gore, and chaos' that the Lt. Col. spoke of, so her disappointment was minimal. In fact, she rather enjoyed the idea of sneaking in and out. While some might look at it as cowardly, all Trin saw was a challenge and a chance to slap the Republic military in the face. It was almost like a prank, but with more firepower. It was sure to be something they could all look back on and laugh about around a few drinks.

After his last words, the Lt. Col. left the room, dismissing everyone present. Trin, having not properly met the Warrant Officer, turned to introduce herself. She gave the salute before speaking.

Corporal Velos. She said as she adjusted her helmet under her arm. It seemed they didn't need to suit up after all, seeing as how they'd all be changing soon. But her armor was something Trin was exceedingly proud of. State of the art and the most flexible model yet, it was deep red and accented in orange. On the shoulder, the Spec Ops decal indicated her as one of the select few that had been picked for training under Mandalore himself. It had been a few months since her time training on Dxun, and now she and those she had trained with were spread across the Mandalorian military ready to put their skills to the test.

If you don't mind my asking. What is your specialization? Judging by her demeanor when she entered the war room, this Tarria didn't seem one to care much for decorum. She seemed more laid back.

[10Tickler]

As she listened to the Rambling of Her current commanding officer, something inside of Celke's pounding head just wanted to reach across and slap him, to beat him, go preform the part that she was assigned, then leave, to try her hand on the Free market. Amazingly, Celke's Self-restraint seemed to kick in and she didn't follow her gut for once.

As Bane left the room, the other Mandalorians seemed to mill around for only a few moments before leaving Celke and her new teammate alone. Eye twitching, she started to remove her armor, a touch of annoyance at not being able to bring some of her more...interesting tools with her. As she stripped to her Civvies underneath the Armor, the Minute Female was soon armorless, the Belts and straps and plates of her bodysuited armor on the Table nearby.

Instead, now she stood in a Republic Engineer's Uniform, obviously too big for her petite frame, pinned back so that it'd stay on her. With a Grunt towards Velos, she looked up for a moment, then looked back at her gear on the table, quickly finding her belt. Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Tarria she replied with more of a Grunt than actual speech.

As the Other Female continued to talk - What was with people and wanting to talk so bloody much? - Celke flipped open the pouches on her belt, starting to remove items and stow them in various pockets on her Overalls. Knives, Brass knuckles, vibroshivs and Needles all were hidden on her form expertly, in lined pouches that would escape the view of any metal detectors. When Celke heard Velos' question as to her specialty, she smiled and turned to face the other woman, a long, thin, razor-sharp strand of wire in her hands - A garrote.

My specialty? I make people hurt when they least expect it. I get captured, disarmed, then break necks and pop testes of overconfident men. she replied, licking her teeth in what she hoped would look evil itself. Any More Questions? she asked, sliding the Garrote wire into a stitch on the overalls and turning. She was ready to Leave.

[Jace]

Bane walked back into the room a few minutes later, this time in a Republic officer's uniform. He grinned as he saw Chief Warrant Officer Tarria, gathering her 'gear'.

At least someone around here knows what they are doing he thought.

Bane of course had already stowed an assortment of blades in his uniform. He sighed, sometimes things had to be quiet, and required a certain finesse. Luckily, he had figured out a way to make sure that they would get to use their gear eventually.

"Listen up Velos and Tarria. Plans have changed and we are going to do thing a little differently. We will disable the security grid, under the guise of turning over a spy. Warrant Officer Tarria, you will be playing the part of a spy who tried to sabotage our ship. We will claim that we are not equipped to deal with the spy and hand it offer to the security on the Tenacity. We will then neutralize the security so we can approach the bridge more quietly.

We will be carrying our gear in crates, which are supposed to be the 'spy's tools. The bridge is sealed so that only those with a passcode and a scan of that person will allow entry. Corporal Velos, make sure you pack enough explosives to get us through. Alright finish up here, and meet me at the exit hatch."

Bane got the feeling that neither of them liked being told what to do again and again but some things needed to be said.

[Zarkan]

Ark's thudding steps echoed down the halls of the ship as he made his way late per usual to the the briefing room. All around him soldiers stood and stared or squeezed past the cyborg's immense frame as he finally narrowed in to the hatch leading to the briefing center's Head quarters. Ark let out a long deep mechanically enunciated sigh as he scrunched down and wiggled though the entry way the sound of scrapping beskar and more than a little bending durasteel made his entry hard to miss and not for the first time he wished his body had not been so large. He had heard part of Bane's orders though his communications link to the briefing room and heard him tell one of the officers to bring plenty of explosives something sure to bring a smile to any good mando's face.

It was no really surprise that the room seemed to be dominated by Phelan indeed it was and he curiously bowed his "head" to the two young female officers before turning his attention to bane."If I may ask what will my part in all of this be bane? as he spoke to bane he let his two "eyes" float over the two officers in there republic uniforms admitting to himself that the littlest of the two was cute in her engineer's costume. "I am beginning to fear I will get to remain in the cargo hold for the whole mission once again." he said as a amendment as he turned his photoreceptors back to bane.

[Meira]

In all realitly, Trin didn't need an answer... not a verbal one anyway. The equipment that the other female was transfering to her republic uniferm was indication enough. She was in the business of breaking things. But the woman had answered, in any case, and had confirmed what Trin could see. She had also confirmed Trin's assumption that she wasn't one for formalities. Indeed, she didn't seem much for talking in general.

Trin had also begun to remove her armor when the Warrant Officer had asked if she had any more questions. Trin shook her head and shrugged off Tarria's gestures. She'd seen plenty like her. The only difference is the attitude was usually accompanied by the testes that Tarria seemed so eager to destroy. But Trin knew the drill. Being female and short herself, she knew the value of being able to pack a punch.

The Lt. Col. reentered the room and detailed the changes to the plan. Explosives? Well... It wasn't her style to blow something up if she didn't have to. After all, if they were stealing this ship, wouldn't it be better to do as little damage as possible.

Sir? Is there not a way around it? I can hack anything that needs hacking. And if it's retinal scans we need well... She looked over at Tarria. Can't we... acquire the proper credentials? Don't get me wrong. I can blow the door up if you want. But if we want it working afterwards...

Her statement was cut short by the arrival of the cyborg, which could not be ignored. But her point had been made and so she didn't continue. Instead, she set about transfering her own gear to her temporary uniform.

[Jace]

Bane contemplated the corporal's words carefully, and nodded slowly.

"Very well Corporal, see to it that you make no mistakes. Lets take no chances though and bring some explosives along anyways. Otherwise we might just have to ask..."

Just then he was interrupted by a large cyborg, and suffice to say, all attention was drawn to him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Phelan..." He finished

"Ahh Arkandos, I was wondering when you would join us. This time my friend you will not need to stay on the ship. Firstly because I plan on scuttling it, to help with our getaway. The second reason is because one way or the other we have use for you 'tactics' today. If things go wrong, you come up guns blazing, killing everything that moves. Either way as soon as we have control of the bridge, I want you to help clear the ship, there will be many republic fools still on the ship that need to be dealt with. I think that should keep you at least mildly entertained"

The time for the mission to start was almost at hand. Though no emotions showed on his face...Bane was excited.

[10Tickler]

Yet, Indeed, the Mission was about to start, and Tarria Wasn't going to miss a moment of it. Popping her neck, she pulled her arms around and behind her, careful of the small canisters of gas hidden in her sleeves. With a snap, she applied metal shackles to her wrists, then looked at Bane, then the Cyborg with a look that Bordered on Pity.

Oh and Bane... If you think that these handcuffs will keep me from hurting you if you try anything, You'd be wrong...So try not to push your Luck, kay? she advised him, Turning to wink somewhat jauntily at Velos. Oddly, the Anticipation of a Mission overwhelmed the annoyance of her hangover, and with a smirk, she Moved off of the Briefing Bridge, headed towards the Turbolifts. You all getting on the shuttle? Or am I going alone?

[Meira]

Trin nodded when she received confirmation that they would try it her way. There were a few more words exchanged, and Trin listened as she packed away some stuff. Though, if they were going to be bringing the heavy explosives, she'd have to go pick some up from the armory. As the group continued to speak, she dismissed herself, saying that she would meet up with them at the airlock.

She took one crate and headed down to the armory, towing the crate behind her on a repulsor lift cart. She checked in to the armory, and the guard stationed there cleared her for "anything she might need". Trin smiled. There were advantages to being in Spec. Ops. She got to play with the big toys.

She collected the explosives she would need, along with some more cumbersome slicing tools. She could do without them, but since they were going to be bringing the crates, she might as well bring the stuff along and make her job a little easier. With a smile and a wave to the guard, Trin left the armory and made her way to meet up with the others.

She arrived at the exit hatch and left her crate next to the others that they'd be bringing along. The anticipation was building. She couldn't wait. This mission was going to be way too fun.

[Zarkan]

"Good, as much as I enjoy my model making the cargo hold does still get rather boring." He'd have to pack up his models with his weapons too it would seem. A slight pop caught his attention as he scanned over the two others finally settling over the young warrant officer as she placed the shackles on and locked them close. If Ark could have shaken his head with out his body he would have as he began to speak. "My boy would never do such a thing correct bane?" he placed a heavy hand on bane's shoulder as he spoke. Go ahead children, he began after the warrant officer joked. I will have to gather my processions, but I will have to wait on the next turbolift unless your willing to vacate it celke.

[Jace]

Bane's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the way Officer Tarria addressed him.

"It is Bane,sir or Lieutenant Colonel Bane..."

He let out a heart laugh at Ark's comment, he realized that this mission was really getting him all giddy.

"I wouldn't dream of it Phelan, I shall see you soon comrade"

He gave him a quick Mandalorian Salute grabbed his crate, and ran off toward the turbolift with Celke. He found Trin already waiting at the exit hatch to go in to the shuttle, and noticed the crate next to her.

"Remember when we get there, Major Plank's 'inspection team' will go first. Then we will proceed to the security area for prisoner transfer. Alright people! lets load up!"

He made the quick 'move forward' gesture with his right hand signalling for the troops to board the shuttle. He then hit his comm and quickly said

"Ark, we are about to commence operation, you better get your rusty ass into this shuttle ASAP!"

With that Bane, hopped onto the Shuttle and strapped in, this was going to be an exciting day.

(Changing speech color since celke is using purple)

[10Tickler]

Rolled Eyes Followed Bane into the Shuttle, set in a slightly Asiatic face. with her arms crossed behind her back. Celke's disguise was rather perfect, even down to the Flecks of paint on the Fabric and ACR-weld burns on the Seams. But in the End, she still worried that it wouldn't be enough. However, worrying was not in Celke's usual personality, but rather, Sarcasm.

Sir, Pardon me Sir, Sir Sir she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she continued to move foreward wondering why all men thought that a Few words before their name meant anything special. It really didn't. Those Titles they gave themselves didn't make them more Fertile, or better in the sack, or able to Hold their Liquor better. so why did they matter so much to them.


With an annoyed sigh, Celke Dropped the Topic from her mind and began flexing her fingers and Wrists, limbering what were probably her most Dangeous weapons, lest they Cramp up Mid-Battle on her.

How about a Wager then sir? Person with the Fewest Kills Has to Buff the Rust From Ark's Enhancements?

[Zarkan]

Truth be told Ark had very little to pack a trinket her a heirloom there most were still well secured and it was a simple matter of folding up his autonomous repair station and carefully stowing his models and tools before he slug the whole cargo container over his back and picked up his "blaster Rifle" and AT gun before marching towards the cavernous hanger of the vessel.

He caught sight of bane stepping aboard one of the shuttles before he followed pounding up the gangway and sighed heavily as the rear of the shuttle groaned and sagged under his weight. Clearly to the displeasure of the other passengers it would almost half an hour to finally get Ark strapped down behind a curtain of tarps and his cargo stored to balance the lode out."Oh, the indignantly" he muttered as they started hoisting the tarps over him. "We had better get to the killing soon, Bane, this seat is actually worse than staying on board and going down with the ship."

[Jace]

Bane smirked at Celke's offer, this was the sort of banter that helped loosen up the troops before the battle.

"Alright, you're on Chief Warrant Officer"

Bane's smirked disappeared over the course of the half on hour it took to get Ark in position. Bane hoped that they did get to killing soon, otherwise if Ark got too restless, things wouldn't exactly turn out good.Bane gave the signal to the pilot pushed the shuttle out of the bay and towards the Tenacity

He looked at his troops, his eyes hard, he was focused.

"Operation Tenacity is now in effect"

After some normal chatter between the Tenacity and the shuttle, they finally docked with the Tenacity. He nodded at Major Plank, and watched as he went off to make his way to the bridge.

Bane stood up and nodded to Corporal Velos and then to Warrant Officer Tarria and then to the two soldiers who were to carry the crates. Bane walked over to Celke and cuffed her, but there was no distinct click. He then walked to the shuttle exit where a republic Sergeant was waiting for them. He quickly saluted to Bane, and Bane returned the salute.

"Sir, I am here to escort you and your saboteur to the brig, please follow me" the sergeant said.

Bane nodded and followed him, sending a very subtle nod to Velos, and then followed the republic soldier towards the security center.

So far so good Bane thought to himself

He knew all too well though, something always goes wrong in war.

[Meira]

During their transport ride, Trin didn't spend her time conversing, but instead was modifying two contraptions to fit close to her forearms under her uniform. They were simple in design, holding two small, thin spikes mounted on springs. They'd be implemented to quickly take down the security officers once they were in place. Once done, she would abandon them. If she could have her way, she'd only actually have to kill one or two people. She had far too much work to do as it was. A kill count would have to be the last thing on her mind.

The most difficult part of this mission for her would be to find out what exactly they would need to get through the door to the bridge and then find a way to acquire it. If she could do that, then they could maintain the functionality of the bridge's security measures. Hopefully she would find everything they would need in security. Surely at least one of the security personnel would have a high enough clearance. That would have to go on her check list.

One: take down the guards. Two: disable communications and security grid. Three: determine access protocol for the bridge. Four: acquire said protocol. Five: execute protocol. Six: get away. And If all else fails, blow it all up. It was a good plan.

They arrived at the Tenacity and all plans started off well enough. Trin kept her place on the opposite side of Tarria from Bane, Trin played her part well as they were escorted to the brig.

[10Tickler]

With a Smirk and a sigh, Celke rode the Shuttle down in complete silence. her Eyes closed. When she opened them again, it was time for her to put on her act, and how! Eyes watering a little, her face seemed to Radiate Shame at being captured, her posture was slumped in Failure and when the Guards saw this, they laughed. Already, the other Mandolorians were removing and Transporting the crates and other Items onto the Tenacity, and Soon the crews would be at work, doing their REAL jobs.

Looking up to the Guards that had Roughly tugged her foreward, Celke batted her eyelashes, allowing the glimmering remnants of forced tears to sit on her cheek. Please Sir...These Cuffs are so Tight, they hurt... she murmered, sounding self-sorry. The Guards just laughed again, Pulling her into the Security Room/Brig.

Now in posistion, Celke acted Swiftly, Her Foot Sweeping out and Taking the Guard In front of her down, his head hitting a Desk, his neck Snapping back with a Sickening Crunch as several Vertebrea were snapped.

Oopsie, Are you ok? Celke asked him as the other Guard Rushed foreward, Right into her Trap.

Bringing her Foot up, Celke Tapped the side of her heel against her knee, causing a long Needle to Spring from her boots, With A few kicks, the Guard's Knees were taken out from under him, his Kidney Punctured. She didn't worry about any of the other guards, her teammates would handle them. With near-lightning speed, She removed her Cuffs.

Whoopsie....Lied again

And with that, she was back into the Fray

[Meira]

Entering into the Security area, Trin quickly noted the number of personnel in the room. In the process, Tarria had already taken out two guards, leaving three more. Two by the doors and one at a control station. Leaving the two by the door for the others, Trin moved up quickly behind the one at the control station. The man had been facing away when they entered, and it was too late before he could even notice what was going on.

With a flick of her wrist, the sharp spike sprung forward out of her sleeve. Trin thrust her arm forward swiftly behind the man's head, the spike sliding into the base of his skull with hardly any effort at all. His body immediately fell limp. Trin, for added measure, took the man's head in her hands, snapping his neck. She then took his place at the station and began to pull up all of the security measures on the ship. There were a lot...

First, she took out all servailance coverage, the screens on the walls flashing and then going black. After that, she set to work on hacking into communications. This was a little more delicate, and so it took some more time, but soon enough, she had comms down, but not registering as inopperational. She smiled to herself. Now even if they were discovered, the Republic soldiers couldn't call for help... but they wouldn't know that. Their comms would seem to work just fine, but the signal wouldn't get out.

Next thing on her list, Trin brought up the security measures for entering the bridge. This was interesting. Only those on duty could access the bridge, and only while they were on duty. At shift changes, the access codes and acceptable cards would change. Neat-o. The only ones with full access were.... The Admiral in charge of the ship.... aaaaannnddd.... Head of Security.

Trin switched gears, looking up the file for the Officer appointed as Head of Security. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she waited for the file to pull up. AHA! She exclaimed, spinning around in her chair as the officer's face and information came up on the screen.

She then rushed over to the crate that held some of her gear. She practically dove inside as she searched for what she needed. After a few moments, she emerged with a small machine which she brought back over to the station where she had been working. Moving quickly, she patched the machine into the consol. A few minutes later, security cards were being pumped out of the machine. She tossed them to those in the room. These should give you full clearance anywhere but the bridge. She said, absentmindedly as she unhooked the machine from the consol. Depositing it back in the crate, and slipping her own card into a pocket, she moved quickly back to the consol one last time.

As quick as can be, she forged a prisoner transfer form, submitted it into the ship's records and logged the events as they would have panned out if it weren't all a scam. If any higher ups should try and review the proceedings, they'd pull up the file and log and hopefully thing nothing more of it.

Moving towards the door, Trin checked herself to make sure she didn't get any blood on her, and mare sure everything was in place. She then turned back to the others.

Ok, I'm gonna go pay the Head of Security a visit. I will meet you all up at the bridge! Toodles! She turned and was out the door, smiling to herself at how smoothly it was all going.