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Jun 17, 2010 20:34:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 17, 2010 20:34:55 GMT -5
The touch was not expected, her hand stopping its motion as he squeezed it. Blinking and smiling at him, almost shyly, Meenara nodded to his words, her eyes turning to the rather…forward…server as she came over and made it quite clear she’d meant ANYTHING. For someone who came from a culture that loved subterfuge and was greatly intrigued by such things (that and power/wealth), the bluntness of the woman had her eyes wide and her jaw nearly dropping. She never would understand such people…never…At his question, she glanced down at her nearly empty glass and shrugged noncommittally. “I could, yes, but I don’t feel right asking for…” Well it didn’t seem to matter since he’d ordered new ones anyway, so she simply fell silent again.
Yeraiha, however, simply replied with a ‘if it isn’t too much trouble’ before his hand came to rest over her wrist, the claw of his thumb drawing circles along her skin and sending little, tickling, shocks up her arm. Being perfectly honest with herself this man was downright irresistible to her, and she found herself leaning against the table slightly in his direction. With her coat only partially zipped up, well, you can only imagine the view Rizzen would be getting if she leaned in any closer. To his explanation of his celebrating, she nodded slightly, utterly rapt with every word he spoke and every move he made. After a moment of watching her friend, again shocked by what she was seeing, Meenara cleared her throat loudly to get the other woman’s attention. Blinking over at the Arkanian, Nara gave a patient sigh and shake of her head. ’What a flirt…’she thought before smiling at Rizzen and taking her hand back long enough to move the glass to the side a bit.
“We haven’t even introduced ourselves, I'm sorry…I'm Nara, as you heard, and this…flirt…” the word was said in a good natured and teasing tone as she nodded her head toward her friend, “is Yera. I don’t believe I’ve caught your name Mister…?”
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Jun 17, 2010 21:26:43 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 17, 2010 21:26:43 GMT -5
Rizzen resisted the natural male reaction to look down that jacket, despite the fact that the Arkanian was clearly offering him the view. Situations such as this required delicate maneuvering and decorum was key. While he all but had her eating out of his hand with little effort, the Bothan was proving more...resistant. Given that her culture was similar to his own in matters such as intrigue, it wasn't quite a surprise. He turned his head, holding Nara's gaze while she introduced them, his head tilting slightly as he listened intently, only turning to look at Yera once her name came up. He gave that one a discreet, playful wink while he continued to tease her with that thumb.
When Nara hesitated, politely fishing for his own name, he turned his attention back to her and dipped his head in an affectation of a gentlemanly bow. "Mourne, dear Nara. Mourne Dren. It is a pleasure to meet you both, Nara...Yera. It is truly an auspicious day. First, this celebratory event...now, the chance meeting with two singularly enchanting and breathtaking women."
He leaned closer, forearms resting on the table as he held their hands, his other hand now teasing Nara's wrist as well. "What brings you two vixens here to Muunilist anyway?"
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Jun 17, 2010 21:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 17, 2010 21:58:10 GMT -5
Oh yes, Meenara liked this one…she like him quite a bit. Subtle, charming, almost noble in his bearing…he spoke of the best breeding with a mystery to him that she found completely enthralling…even without the pheromones. Her friend, however, just had her off kilter…this always happened whenever Yeraiha went about flirting. For as much as she loved the woman like a sister, THAT part of her always irritated the bothan woman. Despite that, a bright smile was given to his name…or at least that was the name he’d given them…and she nodded in return. She was, however, surprised that he hadn’t mentioned seeing them at the club…ah well, better off for all that way, really. “Mourne? It’s a pleasure to meet you also. I wouldn’t have thought we’d meet someone with such charm and manners here…shouldn’t you be out wining and dining noble ladies? I think you might best half of their men in bearing without so much as trying.” It was a high compliment from her, honestly, saying that he’d fit right in with the nobility…after all, they represented power, pride, the best of the galaxy…or they were supposed to…and for him to not only be able to fit in with them, but put half of them to shame without trying was saying quite a lot.
At the playful wink she was given, Yeraiha beamed at him, ice-blue eyes dancing over his face. What a charmer he was! Half the well bred and utterly perfect arkanian men she’d met didn’t match up to him in that department. Maybe she’d have to start looking outside of Arkania for men to date…though she had to admit, this one was likely a rarity. At his questioning, she gave him a flirtatious little laugh and smile. “Oh, just looking for work, really…had a job fall through the other day. Thought the bankers or the Empire might have something for us to do,” she replied, brushing the fingers of her free hand over the top of his as it held her wrist.
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Jun 17, 2010 22:44:07 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 17, 2010 22:44:07 GMT -5
"It seems to me that I have a pair of noble ladies right here, so I do not believe I am in want for that...but I thank you for the compliment, Nara." He arrested that smile before it could become more than appreciative. She hardly knew the true truth of her words.
The server came back then with the drinks. He had to pull away to engage her, slipping her a considerable credit tip before managing to get her to leave. He'd quelled the pheremones when he saw her coming...no sense giving the girl a coronary. He didn't want them getting spooked, after all. She finally left, thankfully, and he resumed allowing that unfair advantage waft about around them once more.
His hand lifted from Yera's when she brushed her fingers over it, sliding forward to let his knuckles brush along the line of her jaw before the backs of those claws lightly teased along the underside. He made it seem very saddening for him to hear about their misfortunes with their lost job. The table was small enough that he could slip over. Being closer to Nara and knowing that she was the one he was going to have to work on thawing first, he'd slide closer to her, his free hand coming to rest on the small of her back. The touch was intimate, but not drifting too low to be inappropriate. It was more to allow them to have that connection. His other hand still crossed the table and toyed with Yera lightly for a moment before he made a show of reluctantly pulling the hand away and lifting up his drink. "To better venture then, for you ladies...and continued good fortune to us all."
He'd make the toast and then drink slighty. Tilting his heada bit, he'd look to Yera, knowing she was far looser in giving out information. "If I'm prying, please let me know...I am only curious. How did your job manage to drop out from under you both. I can only imagine that it did not have to do with anything you did... I get the feeling the pair of you are more than capable of just about anything."
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Jun 18, 2010 6:42:44 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 18, 2010 6:42:44 GMT -5
Defiance had always been a trait of hers.
Most times it didn’t amount to much: a subtle glare, a slight growl, an up-tilted chin, a strict posture, a cold tone or a few curt words…but even then, she tended to bend (eventually) if she could see a reason in the actions or words of others. Her stubborn defiance had its limits, after all, and she wasn’t such an idiot as to not listen to reason. She was, however, prone to show this trait most when under duress. An air of superiority would surround her, allowing her to absorb the threats, and taunting, and goading, and even the beatings with some form of dignity and pride, even when others would have shown how defeated they felt…but not Rahja.
At first the Colonel showed his hospitality to the younger woman, being sickly sweet in his questioning after they’d chained her down, confident that she couldn’t do him harm in the force negation cell they were keeping her in. Her replies were equally cool…cold…and even, and always the same thing, “I won’t answer you, Colonel, stop trying…” IF she chose to answer him at all. When he’d started in with calling her things like ‘coward,’ ‘worthless,’ ‘demon,’ and ‘failed jedi,’ she had arched one eyebrow and watched him passively, taking whatever pain it caused her and assuring herself that, while she may have failed as a jedi, she wasn’t about to fail in keeping the information they wanted from them. Then he’d added threats. Threatening those she cared about tested her ability to remain calm, but with a slight upward tilt of her chin, she watched him pace about the room from the corners of her eyes. She held herself like a cross between warrior and royalty it seemed, and the Colonel wasn’t certain if he wished to laugh or be very, very, angry. Who did the devil woman think she was, anyway? He’d turned to anger with that, striking out at her before turning to one of the guards and whispering for them to bring in what he’d been planning for her from the time they’d hired Rizzen to capture her…
That vision of sculpted ice remained strong as he continued questioning her, one of the troops with him lashing out at her with the butt of his gun upon command in the interim. It wasn’t long, however. The door opened once more and the sleek, clean, and harsh lines of the interrogation droid were backlit by the fluorescent lights of the hallways. Beneath that composed exterior, her heart rate rose sharply, forcing her breaths to come more often. Crimson eyes watched it closely as it entered as her mind’s eye replayed snippets of the dream from last night and the forced unconsciousness Rizzen had put her into in the hangar. As the door slid shut again, she prayed that Rizzen would get Sender off planet soon…knowing the cautious little droid, he wasn’t about to risk sending a message from here and this…this wasn’t good.
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Meenara nibbled slightly on the inside of her lip at the returned compliment. She certainly didn’t feel noble, nor did she act it. It was one of the best compliments she’d ever had, especially for the girl who’d always just…slipped through the cracks. A light giggle escaped her and she looked down at the table only to hear the approach of the Bimm server. One ear flicked slightly and she shook her head as she eyed the interaction through her peripheral vision. While the two women, Bothan and Bimm, may have shared similar features with the hair, ears and elongated faces, the Bimm (like most of her culture) was very…touchy-feely. It put the more introverted and subtle bothan off, made her wary and ill at ease. After she finally left (and it was likely a good thing she did, because Nara was beginning to get fidgety again with her around), he made a show of feeling sorry for their misfortune. Part of her was more than a bit suspicious of this, but Nara knew her penchant for reading more into things than there truly was, so she dismissed the thought of intrigue with the help of those pheromones he had them coiled in. As his hand settled along her lower back, the woman tensed a moment before relaxing into it and smiling quietly, thankful to have that simple gesture…it was oddly calming after all the fuss from their new drinks arriving.
While her laid back friend kept to her ‘shy’ ways, and thus got the short end of the stick in attention as far as she saw, Yeraiha enjoyed every touch she got from the man. The compliment was nice, of course, but she already knew she was of good breeding and had decent enough manners…he needn’t have said anything. Of course, then there was the server girl…annoying bint that she was…she never had liked the Bimm species, and this one was no different. There was just something about them that rubbed her wrong, and to have this one fawning all over a perfect specimen of a man was just abhorrent. Being friendly was one thing, especially given her race, but this was another…it was obvious they didn’t want her around, wasn’t it? With an annoyed sigh and a sip of her drink, she tapped the nails of one hand lightly against the table to distract herself until the server left. Once she did it was right back to Mourne…well, of course it could be no other way with him brushing his knuckles along her jaw like that, followed by the backs of his claws. She hadn’t even realized her eyes had fluttered closed until she opened them again and found those amazing violet eyes of his. Yera didn’t even notice that his hand was gone until he lifted his drink for a toast. Blinking in mild surprise, she swiftly found her own glass and raised it shortly after Nara. Meenara…if only she weren’t here…for once she truly disliked the idea of sharing something with the woman…and that didn’t happen often, despite the apparent spoiled upbringing of the arkanian belle.
“To good fortune, reasons to celebrate, and new acquaintances…” she added, before taking a drink of her own, bright red, liquid. His question had Yeraiha blinking a bit, but that subtle stroking of her ego had any notion of foul play dancing right out of her mind as soon as it had entered. Such a thoughtful and concerned man he was! Obviously a catch for any species, and how lucky she was to have him drop right into her lap! Well…their…laps, she supposed.
“I'm very sorry, but we really shouldn’t sa…”
“It isn’t a problem.”
“But Yer…”
“It isn’t a problem, Meena dear.”
“Yeraiha...you’re going to…”
“We sort of…well you could say that we did do our job, but because other people did their job…we’re out money. Don’t get paid if you don’t bring in goods, after all.”
Meenara very nearly gaped and smacked her forehead at the lax tongue of her friend. Sighing heavily, all she could do was sit back and let Yeraiha tell God and everyone about something the Imperials had strictly instructed them not to tell anyone. Was it really intelligent to tell the man they’d been sent to clean up after should he fail about their job? What if he put two and two together? The only thing she could thing to do to keep everything controlled was to perform damage control. It was a shame really, having to lie to him…she was going to feel horrible about this whole thing, she just knew it.
“We remember seeing you in a club the other day, actually…at least I do…we didn’t have time to really stop and chat though…” she glanced about anxiously for a moment, eying the surroundings for listeners. Seemingly placated, she continued. “You have to swear not to tell a soul, alright?” She’d only wait long enough to get his word before moving on once more. “We’re thieves. We were supposed to get a document from the club owner’s office, but when we got up there he was dead and the document was gone. We’d been told someone else had been hired also, ‘just in case,’ but we didn’t think they’d get there first, kill the guy, and make off with the document! So now we’re arsed on the money and the time.” She gave a heavy sigh and rested her face on one hand as she leaned against the table. Sad black eyes belied the pleased feeling she got from thinking that up on the fly while sitting next to a man who seemed to keep her from thinking straight for very long.
Yera, on the other hand, blinked at her friend twice with a slightly raised eyebrow before slipping right in with the story. Stupid Nara, always believing someone or something was after them. Fine, she’d humor her friend and play along…besides, she probably shouldn’t have told Mourne anything…what if one of the Imperials near by had heard her and snitched? They really would have someone(s) after them then, and they just couldn’t afford that kind of trouble right now. “It really did make our day…just getting into the club was a pain and a half.”
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Jun 21, 2010 21:04:36 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 21, 2010 21:04:36 GMT -5
Things were going better than expected. He'd felt the Bothan woman tense slightly, but then relax at his touch. It didn't seem likely that she was used to being the focus of attention, but she responded well to it. When one wasn't used to it, it made it that much more effective. Obviously the Arkanian had taken everything hook, line, and sinker. Despite his charm and the pheremones, the Bothan still kept her presence of mind about her. In Rizzen's mind, that made Nara far more attractive in his mind, regardless of the Arkanians physical endowments.
It showed more will and character.
While they bickered lightly over what they should and should not talk to him about, he stood, slipping around his chair and lifting it, moving it to settle between them. This was about the time that Yera chose to begin talking about it in that vague way. Settling himself back down, he leaned in closer there, so that they could talking in a more conspiratorial tone...to better help put them at easy when they spoke.
His respect for Meenara rose when she drew out that story and spoke it so smoothly. He doubted that they'd planned for the likelihood that he'd cross paths with them here. Unfortunately, she would have done better not confirming that they'd crossed paths before. She'd done well with everything else...she'd stuck very close to the truth, twisting it just enough to make them seem innocent. He liked her, had a greater respect for her.
His movements had a secondary advantage. It had allowed to him to slip his hand into that jacket once more. He still had that punch injector...only now it was in his hand. Once Yera had piped up to back Nara's story, he'd decided it was time. His free hand had found its way to her back again, sliding up slowly until it rested at her nape, massaging gently. He'd turned to look at Yera, smiling invitingly and speaking as he leaned in closer. "Well...I'll have to make sure you ."
His mouth then dipped in close enough to close with hers.
The other hand, the one that held that injector, moved to punch it into the Arkanian's thigh, directly into that major vein so it would travel swiftly back to her heart and get dispersed through her body. He'd use the kiss to swallow any sound of pain that she might make long enough for the drug to take effect.
He'd slip the injector back into his jacket and slip the hand back up, cupping the back of Yera's head and cradling it to his shoulder after he broke the kiss and she succumbed to the effects. He'd then turn his attention back to Nara, who had no doubt been made a bit uneasy by watching him kiss her friend. He smiled to her once more, those fingers curling around so that his claws pressed into the sides of her jugular...a subtle promise.
"Now, Nara, dear. You have wonderful presence of mind and strength of will, along with your exceptional and exotic beauty. You have my respect, which is why I will be honest with you." He'd kept the words low, a cool, silken wave over her ear as he held her throat, easily capable of ripping it out if he so wished. To anyone looking at them...they'd seem to just be a very intimate trio.
He held her gaze with his level, cool violet stare. "I remember you and your friend, Nara. You are an unforgettable pair. Because you are a fellow professional, skilled, and beautiful, I will be honest with you. I know that you were hired as insurance in case I failed in my contract. What I want to know, from you, is everything about your dealings with the Sith. Leave nothing out. You are skilled, but I am better...and as you were at the club, you have a slight inkling of just what I can be capable of. I do not whish to harm you, but I will if you leave me no recourse. So please," he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he pressed a kiss to it. "...tell me now and we can end this enjoyably for all."
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Jun 21, 2010 22:29:47 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 21, 2010 22:29:47 GMT -5
Neither woman had really paid much mind to the fact that Rizzen had moved to sit between them, even the cautious Meenara couldn’t find a reason to be unsettled by it. His subtle movements as he retrieved that injector went unnoticed as well, even as Nara shifted slightly upon seeing him kiss her friend. It wasn’t so much that it was awkward for the woman (though it certainly was), but rather the fact that she’d hoped, for once, to find someone willing to see her over the beauty that was Yeraiha. ‘I really should stick to other bothans…’ she mused silently as she looked down at her drink, turning the glass with one hand.
Yeraiha, on the other hand, had a self-satisfied look in her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her. Good…he’d seen fit to go with the better bred of the two of them, the man was smart indeed. She’d felt his movement against her thigh, she leaned into the kiss further. That was, until he pushed that injector into her leg…after that initial pain, a fog swiftly settled over her mind before darkness overcame her. It didn’t take long for Meenara to realize something was wrong…Yera never just…relaxed…after a kiss like that. Watching them warily, she swiftly tensed at the feel of those claws pressing into her throat. Those eyes widened slightly at his words as he spoke, her breathing quickening at the subtle threat.
“I…we…what else is there to tell? We were told to get the chiss if she managed to kill you. Wait for you two to wear each other out and beat each other up until either you dragged her in, or she killed you, in which case, we were supposed to finish the job. Other than that, we were told to take care of the guard in the back so he didn’t raise any alarms, and kill the manager of the place so he didn’t squeal to the woman about his involvement with the Empire. The only other thing they wanted was a data file that we couldn’t find. I swear that’s it.”
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Jun 22, 2010 20:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 22, 2010 20:35:27 GMT -5
He listened to Nara very intently while she spoke. He paid attention to every word she said and, more importantly, the inflections of those words. His eyes watched her facial ticks, her eyes, the way she held her body. He read her as carefully as he would any member of court back on Falleen. He afforded her that respect, given her species, her apparent talent, and the intelligence and poise that he found in her. Once she'd finished, he nodded.
His touch relaxed in a minute manner, the pads of his fingertips stroking along that vulnerable spot over her carotid. He smiled slowly, gently, his expression having none of that feral promise this time. "I believe you, Nara, and gladly so. You do not know me...and I do not judge you and your partner for accepting the contract. You could not know that I work under exclusivity contracts. Under that, it is made quite clear to my employers that, as long as I am under contract, no contracts with other professionals may be entered that potentially conflict with my contract. Failure to do so voids the contract. As you can understand...I take a breach of contract very seriously. I needed to know the truth, as this will affect future endeavors with the Sith. I apologize on their behalf for wasting your time."
He was careful in shifting Yera so that she came to rest upon the table top, her cheek upon the forearm that was still on the table. Once she was settled and still, he stood, leaning closer to Nara. His eyes held hers for a long moment before he moved, pressing a kiss to her cheek and whispering against her ear. "You are an exceptional and skilled woman, Nara. Despite the handicap of pheremones to influence you, you kept your wits. You are true beauty, little one... as much in character and soul as it is in your physical mystique. If we had met under different circumstances, I would have done whatever was necessary to have you to myself..." He glanced back at Yera, "...without interruptions. Farewell."
He pulled away, moving back toward the door and slipping back out. Once he was through the door, he spoke into his comm set. "Wash, pull up everything we have on the compound. Security, three-dimensional blue prints, personnel and manning, everything. I want an assessment as soon as I am back.
Wash blinked at that as it came over the loudspeaker on the comm set. He then started scrambling around, moving back to the jack point and slotting in, pulling up a visual representation of the military complex as well as scanning through the other data that they'd pulled. "On it, Boss!"
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Jun 22, 2010 21:33:30 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 22, 2010 21:33:30 GMT -5
Wide eyes watched his face as she listened, the information attempting to batter its way through the cloud of pheromones and fear that was surrounding her mind. Nodding, still dazed by the entire encounter, she watched as he settled Year down on the table…the woman was never going to believe what just happened. Ever. When he stood and leaned closer to her once again, the slim bothan shied away slightly, not certain what to think of his movements now, and preferring to be cautious. Listening to what he said this time around, the ear he was closest too flicked slightly before both dipped backward, a look of confusion and mild surprise written across her face. No doubt that once she was over the fact of “oh dear god, I was a hair’s breadth away from having my throat ripped out by a man I was flirting with,” she’d be very pleased by his compliment. As things stood, however, she simply blinked, nodded, attempted a smile (it wasn’t a very successful attempt), and watched him walk away.
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As the orders came across the speaker, and Wash scrambled about to get done what was asked, Sender perked up again. He’d been wondering just what this Rizzen character was up to with all his flirting, or if he felt no remorse for what was going on with his partner (he’d acted that way, but as he knew all too well, some people were just very skilled actors) and just chose to take his dear sweet time in getting the little avian droid to a place where he could actually do his friend some good.
Well…it seemed as if he was going to do something after all. The question was…what? From the sound of it, the man planned to try and take Rahja back himself. Turning to Wash, those red points of light beneath his visor almost seemed to glint as he flew over and settled down beside his little cousin.
How can I help?
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Jun 23, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 23, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -5
"Wash...plan for a Mantellian Gambit."
Those words over the loudspeaker right after Sender asked to help had Wash groaning. "...you got it, Cap'n." He shook that little head, looking to Sender. "Pull up conduit, HVAC, and any other areas large enough for me to fit through so I can enter and get access to their main control center. They'll need an to exit through the roof because that's where I'll need to enter. I remember seeing that there was an airspeeder landing pad there as well as a cargo lift leading there from the lower levels. If you can, not all security measures there that we may need to worry about. I can cross-check them with the passcodes and the security diagram to pinpoint exploitation points."
Wash lost himself in the data stream for a bit.
Rizzen returned to the hangar, cycling the door open and walking up the ramp. To say that he wasn't in a good mood was to be a terrible understatement. His features, however, remained placid and unreadable, save for those violently violet eyes and the storm that was in them.
He entered his room and immediately began to change. First that charcoal gray, padded undersuit with the inlaid cooling system. Then came the armor. It was lighter, closer fitting with smaller pieces articulated together for greater range of motion. Each piece was padded for smooth and silent movement. The knuckles of his gauntlets were spiked. Nothing outlandish, but with broad, inch tips to help impart the maximum amount of force on the minimum surface area to provide the most damage possible.
The rest of his armor was similarly equipped. The shoulder pauldrons, bracers, and shin guards were all ridged, like a knife edge to allow them to be offensive and defensive. The boot heels and toes had minors spikes as well to add to damage without being too much that they might get caught up with movement.
He would enter the Familiars' room then, his helmet under his arm.
"So, what do we have?"
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 23, 2010 20:57:10 GMT -5
“Wash…plan for a Mantellian Gambit.”
”This ought to be interesting…” he muttered to himself quietly as Wash groaned and replied to his falleen partner. ‘Interesting’ wasn’t necessarily a good thing, when it came down to how Sender was prone to utilizing the word. He found his own partner doing quite a few ‘interesting’ things in their missions…few of which he approved of, or enjoyed. Receiving the instructions from Wash, he hopped over and pulled out his own cord, jacking in and pulling up the layout of the base that Wash had already collected. His view faded for a moment before the 3-D schematics appeared in his vision. Twisting it about, he located Rahja’s cell, the main control center, the mentioned cargo lift, air-speeder pad, and their current position before scanning those last two areas carefully for possible entry points.
Across the blue and white schematics, he highlighted the control room in a solid grey, the HVAC shafts, repair ducts, and the larger wiring and plumbing shafts throughout the building were marked in the same color, showing several possible routes into the desired room. So far it seemed the least likely to be guarded was a ventilation tube leading from this level inward. It ended at the cargo lift, where the cables could be used to climb up to a maintenance shaft one level below the control room. That would take him to a wiring conduit directly below the control room which would let him out near the central terminal, whose wiring was what Wash would be climbing up to get there. There were, of course, other options, but that one seemed the most intelligent to Sender. Either way, he marked all of them and would allow Wash to decide which he used.
Sender had little trouble finding security measures placed throughout the base…he was built to shield against electronic ones, after all, and had learned how to swiftly pinpoint their locations during his time in training at PF and further with Rahja. Camera systems, thermal scanning systems, ceiling mounted blaster turrets, guard posts…well, at least they didn’t have some insane laser system….wait…no, there it was, directly outside the high-security cell block. At least they had a guard station before that hallway, where the system could be shut down. Other than that, it was pretty standard (if tight) security…and that would mean locking blast doors. Joy.
He’d just been marking the last of these when Rizzen all but ninja-appeared in the room. Well…it seemed he’d ninja-appeared since Sender’s vision was completely obscured by what he was working on. Copying the information to his system’s memory and leaving the other for Wash, he switched his vision back to the world around him and turned to look up at the black armored man.
I didn’t have time to locate all security systems, but the ones that we are most likely to run across have been marked in red on the schematics that Wash and myself have, as well as possible points of entry and routes for Wash to take to get to the main control room.
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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Jun 24, 2010 19:14:56 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 24, 2010 19:14:56 GMT -5
"It will be enough. The alarm systems will be going off regardless. With him controlling the systems, we won't have to worry about them too much." Pulling away from the door way, he moved to the vid screen. "Put up what you have on the screen, Wash."
Rizzen looked over the screen as Wash put the schematics that Sender had annotated up on the screen. Nodding at what he saw, he began running through some calculations. After a few minutes, he felt satisfied with what came out, looking back to Sender. "According to the calculations, I have 5.26 seconds from the time I jump from the roof until the point that I reach the level that Ms. Kel's detention block is on. That means I'll need you to have planted and detonated the sonic resonator at 5 seconds flat after I jump."
He sent the calculations back into the system so the two droids could access it. "Given the calculations, I also have a very precise moment that I will be dropping the explosive prior to my descent so that the explosion and subsequent diversion occur concurrently."
"It should be fun."
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last online Jun 4, 2023 4:58:38 GMT -5
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Jun 24, 2010 19:35:42 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 24, 2010 19:35:42 GMT -5
Subtle Subterfuge Pt3: Return to SenderHe just couldn’t help it… Droid or not, the sarcastic thought worked its way through his processors, and before he could stop himself he was speaking. ”Oh is that all? And here I thought the timing for this would be difficult…” he mused as he filed away the new data that Rizzen had given them via the ship’s systems. ”I’ve always wanted to play with dangerous explosives…I’ll have to rub this in Ayer’s face when I see him next. ‘Ha-ha, brother! I got to play with something more dangerous than the wildfires THIS time!” It was, of course, all in good humor…well…mostly. For some reason, the familiar was actually looking forward to this. Perhaps more than he should have been…
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