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Garryll Gates
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  Operation: Express Justice
January 15, 2012 4:31:18 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
Tadath - Vast Empire Space

The cyberdefense branch of Fort Sexton was a hive, in both name and description. Buried deep within the slab of Imperial engineering, the massive room hosted dozens of super computers and tens of slicers and cybersecurity officers on rotating duty. They were the first, and best, line of defense against slicing attacks on Tadath government and military servers. The Hive, as it was known, was the nerve center of electronic defense, and the most impressive in the sector.

Numbers, code and constant status updates ran by almost every single screen; men and women scanned the data they received and ran programs periodically, sweeping their systems and constantly checking and re-checking their defenses.

On several screens, one after another, over a ten-minute period, their was an anomaly. Each time, it manifested itself in a different way; once, it was a crashed firewall on a minor bureaucrat; another, a colonel’s terminal displayed a fatal error and had to be restarted; others ranged from door access pads failing for several moments to a pair of protocol droids singing Mon Calamari opera in the middle of a meeting.

But each slicer only eyed the hiccups for a moment; a half-dozen slicers looked past strange data, because it could be expected.

In the ‘Box’ at the back of the room, the current duty-master looked at the grand scheme of defenses on his wall-to-wall terminals, pacing before the huge screens and their own, global updates, taken from summaries from across the planet’s major computer systems. He was unaware of the anomalies as well; his view was too broad too see such small imperfections in the Vast Empire’s day-to-day business. At the door, a knock came. The duty-master turned to the sound and opened the door.

“Major Harris?” said the man, a tall, blonde man with a lean build and an unmarked unifrom. “My name is Lieutenant Anderson.”

“What is it you want, Lieutenant?” Harris asked softly. “This division must constantly be on alert for intrusions or attacks on Tadath space.”

“That’s what I’m here about,” Anderson said, then approached the terminal to the far right. With a few hand motions, he manipulated the high-tech computer’s display. The duty-master opened his mouth angrily, but shut it a moment later.

“What the hell is this?” Harris barked, stepping forwards, and, with a flick of his hand, sending the data to his main screen.

“This, Major,” replied Anderson. “Is an intrusion. Exactly what we’ve been expecting. Can you trace this break?”

The duty-master nodded once and brought up an incredibly sophisticated program. He fed the anomalies into the machine, and it churned for a few moments.

“Do you know what’s going on?” the Major asked, his voice cold.

“Yes,” Anderson replied. “This intrusion is almost identical to a hack several years ago. Do you remember the Tadath Crisis?”

“How can anyone in the Hive forget?” the Major replied. “It was a black eye for us, that’s for sure. That bastard Frozt somehow got past every single one of our firewalls and had our defenses down. But he died.”

“He did. But his organization did not,” Anderson said in return. “This is their handiwork. But we’ve finally got them on the run, and this’ll be nail in the coffin.”

Before them, the program beeped quietly. Harris leaned forwards and flicked the results onto his main screen. A few lines appeared; the files downloaded and stolen, and the location to where they’d been taken to.

“Damn. This is bad,” Anderson muttered. “Real damn bad.”

“I’d call this potentially catastrophic,” Harris added icily. “Every one of the Tadath defense codes. Every damn one. I hope whoever is getting these guys does it quickly.”

*** *** *** *** ***
“Commander,” Anderson’s voice spoke through a comlink. “It’s about as bad as we feared. Defense codes are compromised. The Major here says a replace would take almost two months; we have to get both these things at once.”

“Roger that, lieutenant. I’ll get clearance,” replied the Commander, shutting off the link.

The terminal before him booted up quickly, and he typed in a message to his own superior.


Classified; Rating Indigo
To: Umbra
From: Krisis
Message begins:

//Our worst fears are realized. B. has made their move. We have a location. Wish to advance with P. and support. Orders?//


With a final keystroke, the message was sent. The Commander waited only a few minutes before his terminal told him he had an answer. With a click, he opened the reply.


Classified; Rating Indigo
To: Krisis
From: Umbra
Message begins:

//Go order given. Take B. out. Resources at location suggest N. is involved this time. Naval and army elements are under orders to assist. Godspeed.//


With a satisfied nod, Commander Orr stood up from the desk, shutting down the terminal. He had orders now, and now, he just had to get the operation started.

*** *** *** *** ***

“So then,” Gates said from the chair before the desk, “this one mercenary looks straight at us, and talked about how they must have switched the recaf.”

“Really?” Havock said, leaning back in her chair. “Well, I’ll be damned. I swear, we must have seen the same man...”

The newly-minted Company Commander’s laughter was interrupted by a knock at the door. Havock leaned back forward - “Enter.”

The door opened before the last syllable had left her mouth, revealing a man in an unmarked uniform but for his rank pins. Gates twisted in his seat, and was soon standing.

“Commander,” Garryll said. “Nice of you to drop by. I was just telling Havock about that one strange mercenary. But what’re you here for?”

“I just happen to have another job for Phoenix,” Orr said, producing a pair of identical beige folders, each stamped with “TOP SECRET.” He handed a folder to each of them, and gestured for them to leaf through. “It’s rather a big deal.”

The two Stormtrooper officers reacted as expected - both cursed softly, and raised eyebrows at the ARC Commander.

“That’s right. This mission is pretty damn important. Assemble your Company - we’ve got work to do,” Orr said grimly.

*** *** *** *** ***
Barely an hour later, Phoenix company’s Squad Leaders and officers sat around a large conference table; Havock, Executive Officer, Garryll, Company Commander and Blackjack squad lead, Skarr, Platoon Commander and Eclipse lead, Joamer and Brightstar, squad leaders of Raiders and Jester squads respectively. The only two to never have been part of Phoenix were Orr himself, and a female soldier that was part of Havock’s staff.

Orr stood up at the front of the room, a projector displaying their briefing.

“This is Outpost 65-B, or as it’s called by its inhabitants, ‘Liberty Station,’ was built by the Empire a decade and change ago. It’s a huge trading hub on the Corellian Trade Spine. It’s unique in that it’s one of the few ‘neutral’ stations left in the galaxy. It’s important enough to be able to stay independent, but it’s not critical enough for a major power to make a grab at it. After the Empire dissolved into what it is right now, it declared its own freedom from all powers.”

Orr clicked a device, and a new image appeared. “Blanchard has stolen critical data from us, and it looks like they’re just going to try and sell it to someone. We have an idea who, as well.”

With another click, another image appeared. It consisted of the New Republic crest in light colors, and on it, an eye was placed over a olive branch.

“Liberty Station is often used by this New Republic agency, Needle. Their sole purpose is the destruction of absorption or non-Remnant Imperial factions in the western side of the galaxy. That means, they don’t like us.”

The collected squad leaders chuckled quietly.

“This means that when we go into 65-B, we’ve got several objectives,” Orr started. “Our intelligence also suggests something else: POWs.”

The Stormtroopers somehow managed to pay even closer attention.

“I know that Jester had to leave behind several members of their squad,” Orr said. “And we think that Blanchard is going to trade them, along with the Defense Network data they stole, to Needle for protection from us.”

Orr clicked again, and a rough map of the Outpost appeared. “So here’s how we’re going to play this. Needle and Blanchard aren’t the best of friends right now. Hell, they’re as nervous as possible. It’ll take them a while to line up an actual meeting, so we have some time. Raiders and Jester squads will infiltrate as soon as possible, and prep the table; download any targets, scout out some of the landing pads, and be in position to smuggle weapons in and secure LZs.”

Joamer and Brighstar nodded. Orr turned his attention to the last two SLs. “Blackjack and Eclipse will insert in a couple weeks and be in position to create chaos and create opportunities in a rather louder way. We’ll be the tip of the spear for the attack force. Once we have sufficient LZs secured, our reinforcements will come in, and we’ll take out Blanchard and the Needle forces in the area, as well as scoop up anyone important and the data.”

Havock nodded. “That mission on Anteevy was my last one in the field for a while - Jeg’s been breathing down my neck to stay out of the field with these pins. As such, I’ll be sending Senior Sergeant Temia Jacaranda in my steed. She’ll be paired with Raiders and Jester on the infiltration team.”

The odd woman out nodded, but said nothing.

“What are we going to be facing?” Gates spoke up, raising his hand half-way up.

“We’ll be duking it out with Blanchard, Needle and Liberty station forces. This is a heavy civvy zone - there’s about twenty-two hundred permanent residents, plus anywhere from three to seven hundred smugglers, merchants and traders at any time,” Orr said. “We’re looking at a big fight throughout the entire station, and that’s why we’re goign to be calling in army and navy support once we get some LZs secured.”

Gates nodded softly. “This is going to messy, isn’t it?”

“If it was a clean job, they wouldn’t give it to us,” Skarr replied wryly.

“Any more questions? No?” Orr asked. “Good. Joamer, Brightstar - collect your squads. You’ll be going in in an hour.”

*** *** Thirteen days later *** ***
“Blackjack and Eclipse are now on-station,” Garryll Gates said quietly into his comlink, keyed into the heavily encrypted frequency that the Stormtroopers would use. “Joamer, Brightstar - y’all there?”

“Been waiting, Gates,” Joamer shot back. “We’re ready.”

Orr nodded beside Gates as the Stormtroopers, all clad in civilians’ clothing, filed out of the transport. “Well, that’s good. Let’s get this job started.”

OOC:

So begins the 2012 Quick Write!
Some background on Needle can be found here: HERE!
Rules:  CLICK ME!
Outpost 65-B background:  SPAAACE!
FAQ:  QUESTIONS!

It’d be strongly suggested to write a personal OR squad story (depending on what your SL wants to do) on what you did to prep for your part of the mission - for Jester/Raiders, this means what you did to go about your infiltration and whatnot.

BJ/Eclipse, this means you can explore how you killed 2 weeks worth of prep and possible training.

Company Adjutant of Phoenix Company | Platoon Commander of Wildcard Platoon | Elite Squad Leader of Blackjack Squad | Acolyte of the Dark Jedi Order

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TRN/AD Gates/Lopen/VEDJ
For Tadath, for the Empire.

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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 15, 2012 10:02:26 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
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JESTER


Two weeks had done nothing for Bright's nerves. Not only had she not been in an undercover position in what seemed like forever, but she had found it was far more difficult to restrain herself from freeing her captured compatriots without back up. Every night since her arrival she would think about sneaking out to do so, and every night the thought of explaining away her actions to Joamer and her new ASL Dunny – both men not easily convinced when it came to how much she took after Havock – made her cringe and remain where she was easily kept in view.

Bright remembered cursing her luck when both her and Joamer had received the same tedious job of monitoring security footage and patrolling some of the hangars. She knew that she'd gotten far more lucky than some of the others as far as jobs went but that didn't lessen her irritation. Bright disliked tedium in any form, but she would deal with it. Especially since this particular job allowed both her and Joa to secure landing zones that could potentially be used for the coming reinforcements.

She leaned against the bulkhead for a moment, taking a break from the almost constant patrolling she had drawn today. Joamer was up in the security office observing things from up there. She wanted someone to talk to, and she wanted to free her people, but the time still wasn't right. A sudden crackle from her earpiece made her jump.

“I see you.” Joamer said, she could hear the smile in his teasing tone.

Bright looked up at the nearest camera and growled. She could feel the blush upon her cheeks, and her frustration rose. “Was there something you needed?” She asked raising a brow at the cam.

“Honey we have company coming.” He said with an annoying chuckle.

Finally! Bright thought, restraining a jump for joy. Maybe now the fun would begin. “Then set the table.” She responded standing straighter.  “Oh and Dear,” She said with a smirk, “lets not forget the ketchup.” The laugh on the other end of her comm device told her that he was enjoying their banter. It was something they had fallen into back when she was his ASL, and something that seemed to stick with them whenever they teamed up together.

From in front of her, a nondescript ship landed in the hangar bay that she was patrolling. A few moments later, three people disembarked. The sight was something indeed, she couldn't ever recall seeing Garryll dressed in civilian clothing before. The other two with him she did not recognize at all. Not giving up her own cover, she continued on her pattern while giving Garryll a predetermined signal that all was well.

OOC:
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SL/PSGT Brightstar D'Jonoc/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1REG/VEA/VE[SRP][SCA][AS-2][ES1][ES1]{RES}[EW2][EW1][PT][ECA][RCoD]

"For your sake, I really hope that isn't a challenge."


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Havock
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 15, 2012 10:29:35 PM    View the profile of Havock 
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RAIDERS


Liberty station. Jack still hadn't found what was so liberating about the place. The people that worked there seemed to live in a perpetual delusional world with their superiority complex.

A man and woman walked by her in the break room, chatting and flirting paying no attention to the girl in the light blue jumpsuit sweeping the floor. Jack wasn't sure if it was Havock's idea of a joke making sure her papers which assigned her to the Custodial staff, or just some kind of karma for drunken misbehavior which she probably no longer remembered.

"Major Katash, I am confused. You want to attach me to a squad, and next mission I may be attached to a different squad? I just bound around on a whim? Sounds to me more like I am the unlucky girl who never gets leave anymore."

Havock smiled and shook her head. "Yea, and on top of that you get to spend all the free time you have with me." She waved her hand to present her office the way a travel agent would talk about a vacation getaway. She leaned on her desk and let her face get serious again. "Jack, no more than three missions in a row, then you get no less than one month off. You have my word on that. And I'll try to give you more time as I can. Your profile makes you perfect for this. You are trustworthy and capable but have no desire to lead a squad much less anything more than that. You'll have my ear, but only the responsibility of a trooper."

Jack considered this. It wasn't a dream job by any standards but it was a good job for someone like her in the army. "One mission, give me at least one mission before I sign my name in blood."

"Agreed, here you go." Havock handed her a datapad. "Transport is waiting in the hanger, I would run if I were you, good medic but the pilots a pain in the ass about waiting."


A young mechanic laughed as he knocked her dustpan to the floor and continued on his way with no knowledge that he broke her reverie. By now the other squads would have landed in the hanger, and she knew that Brightstar and Joamer had done their part. As long as they stopped playing footsy with each other long enough to do their job. Jack just couldn't wait to have her debriefing with Havock, she would have to bring the bottle of whiskey.

Jack carefully placed her cleaning supplies against the wall. She touched her data pad sending a brief code that indicated her readiness. Now she got to act as lookout and she prayed someone would start shooting at her soon, two weeks of mopping gave her several pounds of pent up anger to unleash on all the inhabitants of Liberty Station.

OOC:
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 12:39:50 AM    View the profile of Dunny 
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Jester


As the ship touched down, a dishevelled-looking mechanic in a greasy coverall appeared from the maintenance bay, sauntering over casually towards the ship with a fuel line. In many hangars, a sense of urgency gripped the maintenance crews that looked after the ships while they were docked. This obviously wasn’t one of them. His messy red hair and nonchalant expression were typical of mechanics across the galaxy – in fact, the only thing that stood out about him at all was his skin, which was pink enough that anyone who saw him could have sworn he was a Zeltron. As it turned out, as far as the station’s populace knew, their new hangar bay mechanic was, in fact, a Zeltron.

He unlocked the small hatch on the ship’s side and fit the fuel line to the receiving nozzle, locking it into place with a grunt of effort, before hitting a button that started the fuel pump’s auto-regulator, sending high-grade fuel into the ship’s tank until it was completely refilled. Since the process was automated and the pump would shut itself off, it wasn’t something that the young mechanic had to sit around and watch. He double-checked that the line was secure and the pump working, before he sauntered casually over towards the other side of the ship, glancing up at the name of the ship, painted on the side, as if curious more through boredom than anything else.

The ship was a YT-2000 freighter, with the centrally-placed cockpit and symmetrical design. A lot better than the older Corellian eyesores, he thought to himself, but industrial espionage had doomed the ship to a small production run. It was a freighter the mechanic would have liked to own himself, someday. The ship’s name, proudly painted on its side, caused the mechanic to raise an eyebrow and scoff.
“The drunken Bantha? Really? Just who comes up with these names?”
His voice had a perfect Corellian accent, with the lyrical twang that was typical of those that came from the double city of Tyrena.

He sauntered casually past the ship’s front, heading towards the starboard side to start fuelling up the other set of engines, and noticed that the ship’s crew were starting to descend from the boarding ramp. His face showed no change of expression, but his mind lit up with recognition as he spotted the muscular man leading the party.
“Make way – hangar crew coming through!” He called out as he barged past them without caring if they stepped out of the way or not, bumping into the lead man as he did so. He didn’t have time to get out of the way – he had a job to do, after all. He didn’t give them a second glance as he made his way around to the other side of the ship, second fuel pump trailing out behind him.

No-one noticed the small ear-piece commlink and the memory stick that he’d slipped into the lead man’s pocket – not until he was long gone.

OOC:
500 words exact. Dunny has made contact with Garryll and given him a comm with Bright's channel, and a data stick that has a map of the station and what notes he's been able to assemble on the station.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 7:15:40 AM    View the profile of Heliwer117 
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RAIDERS


Unlike Jack, who was currently finishing up her custodial duties, Heliwer was currently in the middle of his job, which, fortunately for RAIDERS and Jester, did not expose them one bit. Rather, he was assigned to work as a security guard at a trade depot. All he had to do was stand there in his suit and tie and look imposing. He wished he could have at least been given a weapon, but when traders came in to do business, they thought twice about short-changing the boss, a man who, as far as the big trooper could tell by overhearing conversations, was nicknamed Sly by pretty much everyone. “Hey, uh, boss?” He asked as said person walked by. The beady dull eyes looked up. “Yes, Ryan, what is it?”

“Mind if I take my break early? I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

A smile lit up the rat-faced man, and promptly patted the big man’s chest. “Why not? Good job today. Heck, come back in an hour or so.”

With a sigh of relief, he began walking over to where the nearest food stand was. On his way, he knocked into a female custodian who was attempting to get in line the same time as he did. “Hey watch it!” He growled. The woman turned and his anger turned into slight cheekiness. “Oh, hey Jack. How’s custodial work?” He whispered.

“Don’t press me about it or I will shove a broom so far up your ass-”

“Hey, hey! I get it! Geeze!”

When tensions cooled off and the two had got their food, they sat down and began to eat. “I swear, even though my job is easy, I’m dying here of boredom. I sure hope the others come soon.”

Jack mumbled an agreement as she took a bite out of the… ‘thing’ that was supposed to be food. “You’d think that they’d be able to afford better shit than this.”

Heliwer shrugged and finished his meal off. “It isn’t that I’m hungry that I took break off early. I’m feeling tired. Sometimes I feel like I’m getting too old for this stuff.”

Another sigh, and the two chatted nonchalantly about their boring, tedious jobs. As they were talking, another transport ship landed, dropping off their passengers. Near the end of Heliwer and Jack’s conversation, the two could see a few in their vicinity, making them smirk. “Looks like we get that action after all.”

OOC:
404.
TRP/SSG Heliwer/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 11:24:55 AM    View the profile of Valthir 
OOC:
Blackjack


Val grumbled to himself as the shuttle rocked upon entering the artificial gravity of the station. He didn’t like being split up from Garryll, even if he had two Blackjack troopers with him. Garryll was someone that he knew that he could trust to watch his back. These two troopers, Aelin and Fain, were new to him. He didn’t like it.

The shuttle touched down and the bay doors slid open, admitting a rush of air as the cabin was re-pressurized. Val was the first one out, hopping the short distance to the ground. The instant he touched down, he began discreetly scanning the area. This hangar was a mirror to the others, more or less. It held crates that were piled in large stacks along the outer walls, leaving space in the middle for ships to land. He moved towards one such stack, breaking away from Fain and Aelin who were still extracting themselves from the shuttle.

The plan that they had agreed upon a week ago was actually relatively simple. Aelin and Fain would masquerade as a recently married couple on their honeymoon at an exotic place, while Val would play the part of a down-on-his-luck businessman, seeking to drown away his sorrows and possibly get a bit of rest and relaxation in between drinks.

He looked down at his clothes. A brown leather jacket, cracked and faded with age, covered a lightly stained shirt that was a shade lighter than his outerwear. Further down, he wore a pair of pants and shoes that were just as worn as his upper clothing. Shrugging inwardly, he reasoned that he could be wearing something a lot, lot worse.

He glanced back over his shoulder at the shuttle to see Aelin and Fain hand-in-hand and walking towards the far doors, a droid bearing their luggage following in their wake. He smirked, shaking his head at the extravagance of it all. The pair were supposedly quite well off in the wealth department and they definitely flaunted it. Meanwhile poor Val had to make do with what he could cram into his bag. He swung the bag’s straps over his shoulders and paused, watching the “couple” move through the entrance into the rest of the station, noting the way that a few of the people lingering around the doors eyed them. One turned away and raised a sleeve to his mouth, as if he were blocking a cough.

Val had committed to memory the names and faces of both the Stormtroopers currently undercover and the ones currently arriving. He didn’t recognize the man. Narrowing his eyes, he realized that they were taking note of everyone who entered the station. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Being noticed was not something he enjoyed, and it seems like it was unavoidable. As a thought crossed his mind, a wry grin spread across his face.

“If it’s unavoidable, might as well have some fun with it.” he muttered, setting off towards the doors.

OOC:
500 words exactly. Blackjack/Eclipse, feel free to use the disguise plan thing that I introduced in my post
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 1:32:24 PM    View the profile of StarFruit 
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RAIDERS



Steam rose in billowing tendrils, sucked into the overhead fan before it could spread to the rest of the kitchen. The smell of both spicy and sweet ingredients filled the air, the sound of sizzling foods of all kinds stung at the ears of anyone who would take a step into the kitchen. Though should anyone even get close, they would have to deal with the new chef that had already established her dominance over the kitchen in just the two weeks since she had taken the job. It was scary, even for the sous-chef droids, to get in the way of the dark auburn haired, one-eyed woman while she was working. In these two weeks she had fired three droids for getting in her way, destroyed one of them with a butcher-vibro, and had even redone the entire menu. But what anyone complaining?

There was a soft knock on the double swinging doors that led to the Waiters’ area of the restaurant, and afterwards a tentative, and rather terrified looking, Waiter came in, still standing half way in the doors that were still slightly ajar. “Uhm… M-Miss Reed?”

The woman looked up from the pan she held in her right hand, the contents were of all different greens and reds. Most likely peppers being sautéed for a dish. “Yes?”

“There’s uhm.. Th-there’s a customer who says your steak was too rare for him to eat.” It was clear that the Waiter was struggling with the thought of running away and abandoning passing on the complaint entirely, and as the one-eyed woman set the sizzling pan she had been working on to the side, turned and began to stomp towards the Waiter, that desire grew to a boiling point in his mind. It was only when the woman passed him and went out the doors that he allowed himself to breathe again, his knees wobbly and the inside thighs of his nice black slacks a bit wet.

“Ya think my steak was too rare huh?” She said, almost standing entirely over the man who sat there with a steak on his plate.

The man scoffed. “Yes, yes I do.”

The next moment the plate, the steak and the sautéed potatoes and carrots were slammed into the man’s face. “Then get out of my restaurant!” Instantly, he and his companion complied, bolting up and out of the establishment. As she watched them go she smiled, but her victory was short lived as she heard a soft beep from her wrist. She lifted her right arm, pulled up her sleeve slightly and grumbled. “Alright, time to get to work I guess.” She sighed and turned to the matredee, lifted her hand and closed her fist. The man in the nice suit took that as the sure sign to close for the night. She turned then, and left the restaurant, a determined look setting into her one good sea-foam eye.

So no… no one ever complained about Jaenna Reed Caldwin. They wouldn’t dare.

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500 words exactly. If it was hard to understand, the beeping on her wrist was the signal that Blackjack and Eclipse had arrived. The next poster from RAIDERS or Jester can feel free to do what they please with Jae's destination.

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Joamer
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 3:43:53 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
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RAIDERS.


Joamer stood quietly in the small entrance room that allowed the newly arrived passengers to pass the final checkpoint and disappear into the station. Seeing the newly arrived shuttle's passengers begin to unload he watched as one of the officers started the normal monotone filled lines everyone heard, "Please remove all metallic objects and any loose change you may be carrying, step through the scanner one at a time. Collect your belongings on the other side, and welcome to Liberty Station."

Standing with his arms folded he acted just like the normal bored security guard watching more tourists coming to his home to cause problems. He paid no more attention to the men and woman he knew that he did the rest, only continued to lazily wave them to keep moving. In truth he was bored, low level security clearance meant little to a place like this. Though, his resume he had submitted and the training courses he had aced allowed him some freedom. Though a few of the higher security officials did not like him carrying his own personal sidearm, he did it because his was better than the stun devices they offered. Wearing his particle magnum in the open under deep cover was strangely exciting to him.

"Hey, Tremaine. Go check out that new shuttle that just got here. Some mechanic moron just complained it looks suspicious or something." His current duty officer said as the cue continued to move through the scanners slowly. Sighing and motioning with his hand he picked out what appeared to be at random another security guard to follow him.

"When we get there log the names of the pilots and crew." He said as they finally got out of ear shot of the other security personnel. "Hundred credits says it's obvious where they stashed the toys." Joamer said to Bright as they walked into the hangar bay. He saw her grin as he stepped into the small hangar bay.

Moving to his right he flipped on the speaker for the bay and said, "All maintenance personnel and crew of the freighter please exit. Quarantine protocols are now in effect. The scan will take three hours to complete." He knew the scanner the passengers were going through would catch any biological contaminants, this was after all standard procedure for all arriving ships. "Crew members a free meal is waiting in the lounge area, welcome to Liberty Station."

Watching the crew and engineers leave the room he smiled to himself as he realized they now had a three hour window to find and hide any toys the other two squads had smuggled on the ship. Real problem was finding more men to help remove the items without being seen.


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454. We need help with the equipment, but those who come to help need REAL reasons why they would be here during a biological scan.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 4:52:55 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
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JESTER


Bright nudged Joamer and indicated the scanning crew that had been called in. One of the three man crew was obviously a Chiss man, who appeared to be taking great pride in the uniform he was wearing. Bright also recognized the two other men with him. Lukas looked like he'd rather be somewhere else, while Mox appeared as comfortable as if he'd been doing this job his entire life. Given the man's background, Bright wouldn't be surprised if he had actually done this job before. She was just glad it wasn't her. Brightstar hated being undercover as a menial laborer, at least as security personal she could call some of the shots.

“Scanners are still messing with the security cams?” Mox asked as if he were talking to real security guards who didn't have anything better to do.

Bright had to remind Joamer to give the man an acting award of some kind. “Yeah, I've told the duty officer three times in the last week that we had a problem with them. He still hasn't done anything about it.” She said rolling her eyes.

Lukas snorted but said nothing as he helped the other two men with the scanning equipment. Joamer scowled, “Come on lets get this ball rolling. I've got other things to do today you know.”

“Yeah like flirt with the good looking tourists?” The Chiss muttered. It was obvious that he held it against Joamer for having the looks and the charm that he didn't.

Bright hid a smile behind her hand at the glare that Joamer shot at the younger man. She indicated that she would stand guard outside the transport, a two fold job that would entail guarding against anybody entering the  transport, and acting as a lookout for any sort of trouble that would be coming their way by any other sources. In an hour she would switch off with Joamer and take over in whatever he was doing in there. She only hoped that they could get whatever was hidden on that transport off in time to use to it's full capability.

After a full thirty minutes, Bright's ear piece crackled to life once more. “Remind me to tell the boss man that I love him.” Joamer's voice said. The use of the phrase 'boss man' indicated that he was unsure the channel they were using was secure.

“Hey you were the one who wanted to be a security guard. Besides you can blame the mechanic for being paranoid.” She grinned. She had to wonder just what kind of toys Garryll had brought with him.  She hoped that there was a way to off load the weapons without drawing suspicion. Faulty cams or not, this hanger bay was still a pretty active place.

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466 words.
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Crest
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 5:55:45 PM    View the profile of Crest 
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Blackjack

Crest shouldered the oversized duffle bag containing his armor and weapon as the shuttle set down in one of the station’s many hangers. He mentally reviewed his plan of entry.

It was nothing short of daring. If it failed to work, they would probably send him via shuttle to the nearest planet, if not outright kick him out of the nearest airlock. The plan was audacious enough that Crest could not dream of revealing it to Garryll, so he had concocted a fake fake identity in order to fool his squad leader.

Smiling confidently, he walked toward the security checkpoint and chose a security officer.

“Can I see your commander, sir?”

“Who de ‘ell are ya, thinkin’ that ya can just walk in an’ ask for de commander?”

“I need to complete a formality with them.”

The security officer scowled at the beaming young man in front of him, “Fine. Ya follow meh.”

One confusing security labyrinth later, Crest was standing up in front of a laid-back, out-of-uniform security officer.

“Sir, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m a bounty hunter. I need clearance to utilize my weapons and armor on the station.”

“You can get off right now. We don’t need trouble here, especially from your type of scum.”

“But what if I can promise there’ll be zero trouble on the station? And perhaps... a security deposit of sorts?”

“Riiiight, you’re going to bring armor and weapons onto the station, and you claim that there’ll no trouble whatsoever.”

“I’m not a true bounty hunter; I guess that I’m what you could be call an assassin. I make sure that my kills make no trouble. In fact, that’s why my services cost a fortune to hire. And again I’m willing to pay a security deposit to prove it.”

“What type of security deposit?”

“You know, the permanent and unofficial type.”

“Now you’re talking. I’ll charge fifteen hundred credits for the security deposit, and there has to be no trouble whatsoever on this station. Do you hear me? Absolutely zero trouble.”

“Absolutely zero, sir. That’s a promise.” Crest smiled at irony of the promise. He then queried, “Can I have a room to put on my armor out of sight of the civvies?”

“Eh, sure. Jociar, give him access to the outfitting rooms.”

The sandy-haired Jociar led him towards what were apparently the outfitting rooms. They were more like glorified showers. Crest shed his civilian clothes and donned his camouflage scout armor, slung his Rebel-1 Disruptor pistol on its hip holster, slid the D’skar dagger into its sheathe, and loaded his E-45. Although the security officer cast a suspicious look at his (relatively) heavy equipment, he said nothing  of it and led Crest out of the labyrinth and past hanger security.

An exalted Crest meandered around waiting for his fellow members of Blackjack and Eclipse.
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Garryll Gates
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 7:16:08 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
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Blackjack


Gates pulled the ear-bud from his pocket and screwed it in. He’d recognized Dunny as he’d ‘blundered’ into him, and had found the two objects in his pocket. In the link, he was able to tap into Brightstar and Joamer’s chatter with the other security personnel.

“Tell your boys,” Gates muttered into the link. “That the guns were really hard to find. But then we thought we should just tell you that they’re in the smuggling compartments underneath the hallways.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Joamer shaking his head, one of his thumbs in his belt, the other waving other visitors to ‘Liberty Station’ in.

“Skarr, are you and your guys through?” Gates said, rotating his head nonchalantly.

“Not yet; the damn line’s moving slow as hell,” replied the Eclipse.

In front of him, Valthir was doing his best beat-down businessman routine - convincing - and Aelin and Fain were doing their best very-in-love act - amusing to watch. Crest had disappeared somewhere, and Kilroy was next to Gates, posing as his assistant.

There was no way either of them was going to hide what they were; military cuts and straight-backed stances; they obviously were soldiers, and couldn’t bend enough to pretend otherwise. So they’d just play their cards on the table, but tweak the suit a bit. Gates stepped up to the checkpoint.

“Name, purpose of visit?” said the security guard.

“Garryll Gates, Kilroy Varl,” said the Blackjack SL. “We’re here as agents for our company.”

“And the company does...?”

“It kills the people it’s paid to,” Gates enunciated clearly. “Private Military Contractor Impel, at your service.”

The guard sighed, then stamped his documents and passed them through the checkpoint, muttering under his breath, “Why can’t I just get tourists?”

Gates and Kilroy loitered in the small plaza that sat outside the hangar for a few minutes, making sure each member of Blackjack made its way through.

Gates looked about; he still couldn’t see Orr or Crest; he wanted his HUD back, rangefinders, IFFs and motion sensors. Regardless, he would adapt. After a moment of hunting, he finally spotted Crest, wearing a full kit of armor and carrying weapons, and glared at the man. A few moments passed before the trooper seemed to key in on his gaze, and the man shrugged sheepishly.

“Inconspicuous!” Gates muttered.

“Eh, he could’ve been worse,” came a voice at his side. Gates jerked his head, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there.

“Dammit, Orr,” said the Stormtrooper. “Warn me next time.”

“Move on in; your squad leaders won’t let anything undue happen to your troopers,” Orr said, tipping a one-finger salute and turning to walk away. “Get settled - we’ve got work to do soon.”

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WC: 457

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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 9:56:03 PM    View the profile of Fain 
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Blackjack

Hopping down from the shuttle's gaping hatchway, Fain spun on his heel and extended a hand towards Aelin, his "wife" for this operation. They had spent the better part of the past two weeks in each others company learning the others mannerisms and perfecting their persona and today was the day that their hard work would pay off.

"Lets go honey, we don't want to keep our public waiting" joked Fain with a sly wink, helping his squad mate down from the shuttle.

"Cut the crap, Fain. we're working." was her reply, in addition to a sharp elbow to the ribs, the blow softened by Fain's buckle down red leather vest.

"Play nice, sweetheart. We don't want the whole station to know what we're up to, do we?"

Her response was simply a tart smile, a gesture in direct contradiction with her personality. Grabbing Fain by the arm, she dragged him over to the far bulkhead, all the while muttering curses under her breath.

"Look, 'rook, I know this is your first Op. but don't screw this up for the rest of us. The whole of the Vast Empire is counting on our boots on the ground, and your crass attitude is going to jeopardize this whole mission."

"Right, to business then", not looking her in the eye, "looks like the Captain is moving out" continued Fain, pointing his chin towards Captain Gates and Kilroy at the checkpoint.

"To business then" replied Aelin with a quick kiss to Fain's cheek, his eyelid slightly twitching with the unexpected change in mood.

"Where would you like to go first, dear?" Fain putting more pause than necessary between the affectionate name.

Slowly turning her head and making more of a show than necessary out of rolling her eyes, Aelin shot Fain a 'what the hell do you think?' look, and with a shrug of dismissal Fain tenderly intertwined arms with Aelin and they stroll off towards the security checkpoint; taking Garryll's lead.

Plastering an amused smile on his face, Fain and Aelin started moving across the landing pad towards the security checkpoint. Bypassing the armed guards by complying with their demands who, after handing back their papers, the guards prompted the couple to move on, allowing them to access the rest of the station.

Taking the lead, Fain lead Aelin through the maw of the docking umbilical which ended in a mirroring checkpoint and just beyond that, the smell of too many unwashed bodies bustling about their daily business. Stopping just before the checkpoint, Fain turned his head towards Aelin's ear and whispered, "we need to link up with Jester or Raiders squad and gear up. I don't like walking around feeling so..." Fain paused to kiss Aelin on the temple as a guard looked over his shoulder, wondering what the hold up in the umbilical was, "naked" Fain finished, and with that, they both stepped off of the ramp, past the guards, and into the press of bodies on Liberty Station.

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WC: 500 exactly. Thanks for the setup Garryll and Val.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 16, 2012 11:10:44 PM    View the profile of Kilroy 
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Blackjack


I hate space sooooo fething much…Why do the send me on these kinds of missions?  Don’t they know how much I can’t stand the sense of space? John thought as the space shuttle entered the docking port.  Despite the fact that Liberty Station was rife with civilian life, supported by artificial gravity and was the size of a small moon, the Cadian still was queasy about how uncanny it all was.

“John, don’t be such a child.  You’re embarrassing me.”  The Fenrisian wolf Rei ‘Horo’ Nagase flatly stated.

“I can’t help it….You know how much us Cadians like good solid ground.”  He replied back.

“We were born on the same planet, so if you’re gonna pull that then I say you should act more Fenrisian for once in your life.”

“Bu-“

“No buts! Otherwise I’ll have to tell your sister of how you acted.  Besides I know all about that Tohno gland of yours so there’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight.”

Sighing at the fact that despite finally getting to be alongside someone from Galm again, Horo, wasn’t going to be going on the mission with the members of Blackjack and Eclipse.  As far as she knew, John and her were just about to spend some well deserved R ‘n R; something that was entirely in the opposite direction for the real reason behind coming to the space station.  No matter what you say Rei, I’m still going to hear a mouthful from you. 

As he searched the passenger compartment of the shuttle, Kilroy was able to spot those that currently filled the roster of Blackjack.  Ahead of them was Valthir, downtrodden businessman with Aelin and Fain acting as newlyweds in tow.  Up next, in the seat behind him was Crest, snickering like some child despite the appearance of your average schmuck.  All things considered the group pretty much looked like your standard civies and wouldn’t stand out; save for himself and his fellow Rhyzan-born friend Horo.  Completely decked out in Cadian attire, John realized he looked more like some battle ready bodyguard protecting his client who had a bushy wolf tail, instead of a boyfriend and girlfriend off on some trip.

Clumsily, as the two got off the shuttle, the corporal began to feel the odd stares that people were giving him; something that wasn’t helping his space sickness at all.  If it wasn’t for the fact that Horo was holding his arm, he might have just barfed on the spot.  There’s the signal, he thought, noticing Garryll looking in his direction.  Turning to his friend and giving her a hug, it was high time that the crew finally got on with their mission.

“Why don’t you go on ahead to the hotel?  The cap wanted to have a word with me in private about something…I believe it was a surprise for someone or something.”

“Okay…but when you are done I am absolutely taking you out…We definitely need to get you some better clothes John.” 

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500 exact....and yes...Kil hates space
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WhiskeyRose
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January 17, 2012 2:47:14 PM    View the profile of WhiskeyRose 
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RAIDERS



    Her smile widened as she eavesdropped in on the nearest table to the stage, watching a particular gentleman with a tattoo of an eye over an olive branch.  Being an exotic dancer was a great way to gather information that could benefit the squads on their mission. In the two weeks she had been dancing at the “Velvet & Silk” she had come across quite a bit of information about the Liberty’s shadier inhabitants.

    Being a stripper in a shady nightclub was working perfectly.  Due to the immediate attention and trouble Xy was getting into, the club allowed her to keep weapons in her dressing room.  She was the Velvet & Silk’s newest dancer and already had a bigger client base than pre-existing dancers.  The owner wanted to keep her safe, at all costs.

    Although her undercover job was quite fun, she was growing anxious for the real mission to begin.  C’mon Joamer. Let’s get the party started.  Her newly dyed lavender hair swished along her shoulders as she did a spin around the pole, revealing a large clamp earring engulfing most of her right ear.  Unknown to her employer and patrons, the earring was actually a comm link device.  The mic was on the silver matching bracelet clamped on her left wrist.

    The metallic earring softly beeped in her ear.  There it is.  Finally.   She had preset her unique comm link before she left for Liberty Station. Joamer’s voice filled her ear with the code she was waiting for, “Hen’s egg has been laid.  Dinner’s on.”

She left the stage.  “I’m tired.  I’m going to take the rest of the day off.” She said to the bouncer guarding her dressing room.  Inside, she quickly changed and climbed up into the air duct above her dressing room.

Silver eyes watched through the vent.  Once it was clear, she silently opened the grate and dropped from the ceiling in a somersault, landing quietly on her soft leather boots.  She snuck behind the shuttle and waited.  When it was clear, she ran and then slowed to a walk, making it appear as though she just stepped off the shuttle to onlookers. 

“So, does this mean I’m stuck here for the next few hours all because of some frakking quarantine?  I have places to be damn it!”  Xy said to Joamer from the bottom of the ramp.

Bright nodded to her and spoke to Joamer, “Get her on board, she shouldn’t be off yet!”  He nodded and walked down the ramp to Xy.

“Yes.  Ma’am, please calm down.” He gently took her by the elbow, “If you’ll please wait on board until this blows over, it’d make it go quicker.” He led her up the ramp inside the shuttle. 

“Nice job Xy, now you know what to do.” He turned and returned to his post. Xy joined Mox, Therex and another man she did not know yet as they unpacked weaponry and equipment from their secret hiding spots.
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Coadster
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January 17, 2012 3:58:23 PM    View the profile of Coadster 
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RAIDERS!


Another day, another mess to clean.

The mop hit the floor with a wet plop, and he went to work trying to get spilled bacta off of the floor of the med room. Coadster thought getting to be the janitor would be an easy job, but the space station was big, and he was stationed in the hive of the thing, where apparently no one minded leaving messes for him to find.

His alias, Martin Harris, was a twenty six year old nobody, and he had to act like it, which chafed at him immensely. He let his facial hair grow to a prominent dirt-stache, and was careful about not washing his face in the morning for the uncaring look he desired. Ah, the nobody with the nobody job was golden for getting access to the majority of the space station and looking inconspicuous when listening in on conversations around him. The keycards he had in his pocket were all the satisfaction he needed to continue on with the facade, and the earbud on the RAIDERS channel was an added bonus.

"Martin!" the radio attached to his belt yelled. He sighed and plopped the mop  back into the bucket full of sanitary water and unhooked his radio.

"Dammit you lazy-ass, pick up your-"

He held the red button a moment to silence the rest of his boss' rant, then said, "Yeah? Whatcha need?"

"Someone dropped a pot of recaf in the Sector Five lounge. Get on it."

He inwardly groaned; he'd have to sweep AND mop this mess. "Aighty, I'm on it boss man."

He sighed and reattached his radio. He looked up to the discreet camera in the corner of the room with an unamused look. He wondered if Joamer was watching him right now, and he stuck his tongue out for good measure. He was the one that was going to open the doors for the troopers, he knew the layout of the station like the back of his hand, which would be good for his squad to get to their target.

But for now, he was the frumpy janitor with a mop in one hand and a bucket with a busted wheel in the other. He stepped into the staff lift and sighed, punching the panel button labelled '5'. You just keep giving those orders, Mr. Boss Man. I've got a concussion grenade, just for you and your office. That thought kept Cody entertained for some time, so he went to his next sticky battle with a smile on his face.

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January 17, 2012 4:42:32 PM    View the profile of StarFruit 
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RAIDERS




“Rivvett!” The voice came slamming into the suite (which had been assigned to her only due to her high standing as the head chef) with the power of an angry woman, there was even a slight growl to her tone, and she grumbled as the door to her suite closed behind her. “Rivvett, where the frak are you!” Again, she shouted, her hands flying along her body as she disrobed from chef duty and hung up her jacket on the nice little hanger that sat next to the door. Quickly she moved over to where a desk sat, a rather nice desktop computer waiting in sleep mode atop the mahogany wood. Within moments, her fingers were flying across the keyboard, bringing up windows and programs and data, her good eye streaming across every bit of text with the skill of a woman who had been slicing since she was quite young.

Finally, the sound of cervos running entered the main room from what could be considered the bedroom. The droid was no more than two feet tall, and had quite an animalistic appearance, close to a prime ape of sorts should someone attempt to categorize the thing. “You called?” Rivvett rolled up to the side of the desk, his optical orgs flashing in the mock motion of blinking as he watched his creator and master work on the computer. “More forged papers?”

“Yeah.” She stated simply, her fingers still flying across the keyboard with the same lightning speed. “The others just touched down, so it’s time for me to beef up.”

“Beef… up?”

Jae couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her slicing droid’s child-like confusion at the term. Granted it was a simple joke, but there was little to no chance he would have understood it anyways. “I’m forging transfer papers. I’m posing as security now as well. It’s easy since the security detail doesn’t eat at the civvy restaurants, so I won’t be recognized.” The speed of her typing slowed a few times as she stopped to read over a few blocks of text, then started up again right after she was satisfied. A moment later, she shoved her hand into her tell-tale messenger bag that was sitting off to the side, plugged it into the CPU and then the other end into Rivvett’s chest. “Print these files, then the print the ID card file.”

Obediently, Rivvett nodded and began his work of printing and saving the files to his own hard drive, just in case something was to happen. Moments later, he dinged, much like a toaster oven ready to present a poor man’s feast, and out popped a stack of papers from a slit in his stomach, and a brand spanking new IC card. With a triumphant squeak, the RAIDER grabbed her stuff, set it on the desk and disappeared into the bedroom for only a few moments before reappearing dressed in her civvies. She grabbed her documents and head out to her further the sneaky mission.


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January 17, 2012 5:12:37 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
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RAIDERS.



Tapping his finger against the grip of his particle magnum he watched half the scanning crew begin to unload the first weapon stash they had found. He saw the standard issue junk pretty much; E-11's, A280's for the more insane of the groups, DLT-20A's always looked beautiful to him, even a few satchels of various grenades, and of course the gas cartridges, and power cells for everything.

"Move the weapons to hold out charlie, we'll supply the party goers at they make contact with us. The crew that is staying keep scanning, I know Gates put in a second stash here somewhere. BlackJack would not have come here without more heavy weaponry, I want to find the main stash of their equipment." Joamer said as he mentally counted the weapons that left the shuttle. He knew there was more hidden somewhere for sure. This was small potatoes compared to what he had seen that squad carry in a normal mission.

"Tremaine." His more open commlink crackled a few moments later. "Someone from high security just dropped in." Bright sounded slightly amused by her tone, but it still set him on edge thinking their plans just went up in smoke.

Walking down the ramp he ran ideas through his head of how to deal with this new unexpected arrival. By the time he reached the double doors leading out of the hangar his plans were askew as he recognized Jaenna standing next to an amused Brightstar.

"Sector seven transfer, no one knows I'm here yet. You should alert your CO that I'm here soon though, would not want him to get suspicious." Jaenna said as she narrowed her eyes at the weapons being offloaded.

"In time, the scanning process is not yet complete." Joamer replied. He knew Jaenna was going to come up with something really interesting, but posing as high security was truly ballsy. Part of him was glad she was his second, the other part was always nursing a major headache over what his squad managed to pull off.

"Sir, we found something!" This time the voice came from the station's comm system, he knew it was monitored.

Running up the boarding ramp he heard Jaenna following him, skidding to a stop he cursed loudly into the comm link as he looked over the major weapon stash they had uncovered. Making sure the first stash was secure he said into the station's commlink "Alert, condition red one. I repeat, alert condition red one. Security team to hangar bay two."

Counting the weapons as they waited for the security team he could not help but marvel at what Gates had brought. Two M404 MAW's, four MRB-10 Medium Repeating Blasters, Three StA-3 Strova Machine Guns, and six T-21 Light Repeating Blasters.

He knew a find such as this would get them higher security clearance, if it did not he would have Jaenna just forge the documents. He knew everyone would hate him, but it was his job as security office.

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January 17, 2012 6:28:07 PM    View the profile of Crest 
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Blackjack

I’m still not quite sure how that plan worked. Hmm, that guy over there looks like Gates, if he would be out of armor... wait, isn’t he out of armor right now? That is Gates.

Crest quickly changed his walking from the random paths he was taking, to a purposeful bee-line towards the squad leader.

“Inconspicuous,” Gates muttered at Crest’s full armor and weapons. Crest’s reply was a simply a shrug.

Five heavily armored security guards emerged from the labyrinth from which Crest had just gone through a few minutes ago, including one who was undoubtedly the security chief.

“Curses!” Crest muttered under his breath.

“Something happened, Crest?” asked Gates.

“Yeah, see you later,” Crest responded, as he took off for the nearest store. The guards began a full out run towards the running figure. Crest quickly booted up the active camouflage in his armor, just as he dived into the store to avoid the first rounds of stun shots fired at him.

“Split up and hunt the bastard down!” yelled one of the security guards.

You guys don’t have a chance at finding me, not yet at least.

Crest activated the live connection between the firing chamber and his E-45, which was currently set to single shots.

I think the security chief owes me some credits.

Almost as if the thought had been planned, the security chief, oblivious to Crest, appeared right in front of Crest. Jumping up and deactivating the camouflage, Crest aimed his E-45 point blank into the security chief’s head.

“My fifteen hundred creds, please?”

The security chief slowly put his hand toward his belt, and pulled the credits out.

“In my hand.”

The security chief slowly put them into Crest’s open hand. Crest lashed out with the rifle’s stock and knocked the chief unconscious.

His comm crackled to life, “Crest, this is Gates. Can you hear me?”

“How are you on a blasted secure comm channel?”

“Never mind that, but get captured.  Somebody decided to confiscate our guns, so here’s the quick backstory. You were smuggling guns, the ones we decided to bring. You’ll be captured, you’ll admit to it, and that somebody will get higher security clearance. Simple, no? Get on it.” Gates instructed while sounding a bit annoyed at that somebody.

“Uh, copy that, boss, but I’d better get something in return for this.”

“First pick from whatever we brought, fine with you?”

“Plus a guarantee I get my disruptor pistol and knife back.”

“Fine, just do it.”

Crest took off outside, firing a round harmlessly into the ceiling to attract attention. Thirty seconds later, Crest stood impassively as the security officers arrested him.

The security chief walked over to him.

My fifteen hundred creds, please,” he remarked as he took the credits out of Crest’s belt. “Take him away.”

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January 17, 2012 7:25:06 PM    View the profile of Skarr 
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Eclipse


2nd Lieutenant Skarr stood in line with Eclipse right behind him. They had gotten off of a public transport just about a full hour ago. The lines were absolute hell. Customs kept stopping the line, and checking luggage and the like. Skarr didn’t have enough clearance to move up the line, or else he would have gladly tried. In fact, in his role, he should be applauding the security measures the station had assembled. Skarr was posing as a security consultant, leading a team of technicians. Essentially, they were supposed to upgrade security systems on the station. But they had been gifted with a strange little virus that would crash the system when activated.

They were finally getting close to the end of the line when a voice called, “Hey you! Stop right there!” Skarr looked up and followed the source of the voice. It was a group of security guards running towards Skarr and the others. The squad leader attempted not to tense up, but his effort went unnoticed and the guards blew right past him towards the other line. The one with all the cargo. Their destination was a large crate intended for the security area.

Shit, Skarr thought. That crate held their weapons and the light unmarked armor they would be using on this mission. He pulled his comm out of his pocket as the guards began interrogating the man who had brought the weapons on board. They would certainly find discrepancies in his paperwork. Intelligence had forged the documents, making them sound like they were ordered from the station itself.

“Gar, my weapons just got confiscated. We’re going to have to procure weapons on site.” Skarr informed the Captain.

“Well, that certainly puts a hydrospanner in the works, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Garryl said, and the comm clicked off.

Eclipse’s new assistant squad leader, Bernadette, spoke up, “This is going to suck.” The squad chuckled a little bit as they reached the security checkpoint. Their papers were perfectly in order at least. The security guards stationed there looked them over then waved them past. They were officially in the station now. Now to make their way to the offices where they would ‘upgrade’ the security.

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January 17, 2012 7:30:44 PM    View the profile of Valthir 
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Blackjack


As Val drew close to the security deposit, he counted down the seconds. Almost perfectly timed, his comlink went off, a loud trill, just before he reached the checkpoint. He started to move forward, making sure that he had the guards attentions, but stepped off to the side as the comlink trilled even louder.

“What is it now . . .” he growled, just loudly enough to carry the few meters to where the guards were standing.

Slipping the comlink out of his pocket, he pressed it to his ear, fixing a look of concentration on his face. As he “listened,” he nodded a few times, almost imperceptible.

“Oh no . . .” he moaned slightly, reacting to some unheard news on the other end of the comlink.

He collapsed against a wall, nearly dropping the comlink. His posture changed instantly, shrinking inward as he hunched his back. Shaking, he mimed crying, a slight snuffling.

One of the guards looked up at him and called out, “Hey buddy. You ok?”

Val raised his head, looking at the man through red-ringed eyes, scornfully spitting out “No, nothing is ok.”

Anguish evident on his face, Val rocketed to a standing position and strode forward, his voice trembling, “I just lost everything. Everything! I have nothing to my name, except the clothes on my back and my bag.”

He carefully controlled his voice, letting it crack with emotion and then lowering it almost to a whisper. The effect, combined with the tear filled eyes, made him a dangerous man, a man who had nothing to lose. The guards, obviously aware of just how much danger such a man could cause, came forward and supported him as he yet again collapsed. They drug him forward slightly before he regained his footing.

One of them spoke, cringing, “I’m sorry to ask you this, sir, but we need to see your papers.”

Fixing the man with a deathly stare, Val whipped off his bag and fished around in it for his forged documents.

“Take them, then!” he said fiercely, thrusting them into the chest of the man who had spoken, “It’s not like I’m going to need them any more. I don’t plan on leaving this station. Now, if you will, I’m going to head towards the nearest bar and proceed to drown myself in various alcoholic beverages.”

Flicking the stare between each of the guards, he left the papers in the hands of the guard and stumbled away, allowing the wall to support him. Once out of sight of the guards, he straightened up slightly and pushed himself off of the wall.

“That went well.” he said, glancing behind him, “Almost too well . . .”

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Valthir
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January 17, 2012 8:01:38 PM    View the profile of Fain 
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Blackjack

The couple, merging seamlessly with the bustling crowd, moved forward with the flow of foot traffic away from the docking umbilical leading deeper into Liberty Station.

"Stay on Gates' 6. We'll link up with him when it's..." Aelin trailed off, the rest of her statement lost at the sight of a hulking armored form darting into a cheap looking department store, armed guards trailing after cracking off stun rounds fired at full sprint, the rounds sailing up into the station's upper gantry or pummeling the store front. The sound of panicked screams could be heard over the blaster fire and shattering transparisteel of the department store. Fain caught a brief glimpse of Captain Garryll, standing stolid amidst the chaos brewing in the wake of the security team, playing off activating his comm as running a hand over his face and buzzed hair. A Twi'lek trader rammed into Fain's shoulder attempting to flee, cutting off his view of the squad leader.

"To hell with this" murmured Aelin, producing a sharp whistle, grabbing their squad leader's attention. Garryll's reply a discrete jerk of his to his right, indicating a service hatch way, calm demeanor replaced by a facade of panic to blend back into the crowd.

"Was that so hard?" rhetorically finishing her previous statement while simultaneously dragging Fain through the remaining group of panic stricken civilians.

"Looks like Crest just got tagged." Fain called over his shoulder, looking back to survey the station's security team and their response to the young Private and his brazen act of...idiocy, Fain thought to himself, coming to a stop behind Aelin while she ducked into the station's service hatchway to meet up with their Captain, who joined them presently, securing the bulkhead behind him.

"Captain!" acknowledged the two troopers in unison, snapping off crisp salutes.

"At ease" returned their squad leader with a mirroring salute.

"What's the plan now that we're on site?"

"Are either of you armed?"

"uh..." stammered Fain, staring at his knee high gloss black boots.

"No, sir." finished Aelin.

"Lovely." sighed gates, running a hand over his face. "Well, you two need to gear up. We can't have you walking around unarmed when we're this close to the action. Here's the run down; Crest, if you hadn't noticed, is en route to re-secure our armaments from Liberty's impound lot, and the rest of Blackjack is sitting on our collective hands until those guns are...liberated."

"Roger" Aelin and Fain replied in unison.

"Uh, excuse me, Sir. You wouldn't happen to have an extra Comm' on you, would you?" Fain asked with a meek shrug and a helpless expression.

Fixing Fain with a glare, Gates pinched the bridge of his nose, and clenching his jaw.

"Here, Private." replied Garryll, placing emphasis on Fain's rank.

"Thank you, Sir." murmured Fain, fixing the Comm Bead to his ear.

"Just...do your jobs and we'll all get out of here fine." ended Gates, opening the hatchway and heading back out into the station.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 17, 2012 9:43:03 PM    View the profile of Garryll Gates 
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Blackjack


Gates emerged back into the crowded main line of the station; people were still buzzing about the violence that Crest had created with those security men; it wasn’t often someone who looked like a bounty hunter ran about causing such a disturbance.

Orr sidled up to Gates and Kilroy, his suit pressed and a small briefcase completed the facade.

“You had him get made?” asked the ARC Commander quietly, side-long to the other man.

“Someone had to take the fall,” Gates muttered darkly in return. “Joamer’s damn-fool plan needs a scapegoat, and the bounty hunter who’s already being chased seems like a good one for it.”

“Do we have a location for rendezvous?” Orr asked.

“Eh,” Gates said, then dug in his pockets again; the memory-stick that Dunny had slipped him was probably important. Finding it, he inserted it into his datapad. “Yeah. This ‘Holdout Charlie.’ That’s where our gear is being taken to, based on Joamer’s chatter with the rest of our guys.”

“So. We lay low for the day, wait a few hours, link up there and get ready to rock’n’roll,” Orr said. He took one look at the datapad’s screen, then a glance at his surroundings, then another glance at the ‘pad. “Sounds good. We’ll be meeting up in a few hours, then. Good-bye.”

Gates turned to the ARC, but the man had already slipped into the crowd. To his other side, Kilroy looked positively sad. “Joamer really took our guns?”

“Yes,” Gates replied. “I’m sure he’ll return them. Go find Fain and Aelin and tell them where we’ll be linking up. And for god’s sake, but subtle.”

“I’ll try,” promised the man, a crooked smile plastered onto his face.

Gates sighed and turned away. Hopefully, the man who was about as subtle as a three-legged bantha would manage some sort of subterfuge to talk to a pair of ‘newly-weds.’

This mission was almost utterly outside of what he was used to - Garryll Gates, Stormtrooper, was used to being pointed at a hard target with orders to make it cease to exist. Playing commander for a four squads that were inserting into a hostile environment quietly was not his forte.

If Orr hadn’t emphasized the importance of this mission, Gates would have gladly passed on the task to someone else; someone like Intelligence or their ilk. As it was, neither he nor Havock would ever be able to pass the buck on this one.

With a determined set of his shoulders, Gates resolved himself - and that was familiar. They’d complete this mission or die trying.

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January 17, 2012 9:43:12 PM    View the profile of THX1138 
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JESTER


Therex stood on one side of the ships boarding ramp, while Lukas took up position on the other side.

Joamer came through the doors, trailing a security team. Turning he nodded at Lukas, and they both straightened up as the team entered the ship. Peeking inside, Therex saw Joamer showing them the stash.

The lead officer nodded and called down the ramp, "You wanna come help us with these?"

Tugging on Lukas' uniform, they ducked into the ship and started grabbing crates of weapons. Joamer nodded as they walked back down the ramp, laden with heavy equipment. Therex switched on the built-in recorder in his cybernetic eye, taking detailed information of their route. He wasn't sure who had hidden the guns, but he knew they would want them back.

Eventually they came to the higher security levels and the group leader turned around and put his palm up.

"Neither of you are authorized to go beyond this point." he said motioning towards some guards standing nearby.

Tensing, Therex prepared for a fight. But when the guards came closer, they motioned for Therex and Lukas to hand the boxes over. Relaxing, they both unloaded their burdens and Therex kept watching until the door shut at the end of the hallway.

Turning towards Lukas he pulled his comm out and flipped it on.

"Hey Joamer," he said, ducking into a closet, and Lukas stood guard outside, "the guns are stashed. Lukas and I are headed back."

Joamer confirmed with a quick double click, and Therex stashed the comm and exited the closet. Putting his hands on Lukas' shoulder he started back towards the hangar. He was looking forward to getting out of his uniform and into his armor. He would feel more comfortable with the weight of his revolvers or really any gun.

Turning the last corner, Therex stopped dead in his tracks. A large group of security guards were standing around the front door of the hangar, just loitering. There was no apparent sign of any danger, so he walked out again and headed straight for the hangar door.

One of the guards looked up and held his hand out.

"What are you boys doing here?" he asked. "We already had a scanning crew here."

Panicking, Therex opened his mouth, but no words came out. Lukas jumped in and saved him.

"We found some contraband on board," he said, sliding past Therex. "They needed help and so we had to leave our equipment. We are just here to recover it."

The guard nodded and let them pass. Once the door shut, Joamer met them across the hangar floor.

"We can't stay too long," Therex told him. "We have some sniffers outside. "

Joamer nodded and turned to comm Bright about the situation.

"Oh." Therex said turning around real fast, "I think you might want this."

A beep was heard as Therex set up a connection with Joamer's datapad and he uploaded the video and scanning results from the walk to the "gun bin".

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"He's in there, I was gonna shoot him but I was... busy."

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January 17, 2012 11:36:27 PM    View the profile of Dunny 
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JESTER


The Zeltron mechanic in the hangar bay was completely oblivious to the security situation that was unfolding, his brow furrowed with concentration as he wrestled with the refuelling pipe, trying to get the damn thing to connect with the fuel port on the side of the newly-landed freighter. After about a minute of cursing so fluent it had not only a flow, but a flourishing ecosystem, he finally managed to clamp the pipe into place, and let a grunt of relief loose as he flicked the valve switch that opened up the pump connector, and started the refuelling process. He took a few steps back, and brushed his oil-stained, gloved hands against the legs of his similarly grime-covered coverall.

The blue-eyed mechanic sighed and slipped one of his gloves off, revealing a left hand hued in the same red as the rest of his skin, the skin underneath surprisingly soft for a mechanic – evidently, he must have had an amazing skin treatment regime. With his uncovered hand, he brushed some of his red hair from in front of his vision, and gazed across at the hangar bay from his lofty position at the side of the docked freighter, and let a heart-felt sigh loose as he saw scanning crew and security personnel crawling, figuratively speaking, all over the ship he was meant to be maintaining. The fact that the ship was the last thing he wanted undue attention drawn to made matters even more annoying.

He cupped his uncovered hand to his mouth and took in a deep breath, prepared to make the most of the identity he had carefully built up as a short-tempered yet flirty grease monkey.
“OY! YOU DAFT GITS, I’M TRYIN’ TO DO SOME MAINTENANCE HERE! STOP PAWIN’ YER GRUBBY MITS ON ME BOAT!” He hollered, finding injecting the right tone of grumpy-old-man-ness to be far easier than he would have expected. He then placed his hands on his hips (covering his uncovered hand in oil and grease without realizing) and raised an eyebrow imperiously. Security staff might have rank, but damn it, he had a job to do, and he had no patience for this.

The mechanic let out an exasperated sigh, then looked down at his grime-stained hand. Ah hell, it was gonna take hours to wash that out. It just wasn’t his day. He shook his head and reached for his commlink. He needed something to look forward to after this shift. He punched in a comm. number, and waited for someone to pick up at the other end.
”Hey Alli, wanna grab a drink after the shift ends? I’d love to get to know you better.”
He fully expected to be rejected, but hey, it was always worth a shot, and for as long as he was a Zeltron, he might as well have some fun while he was at it, damn the consequences.

He walked over to the fuel pump while he waited for a reply. His job didn’t do itself.

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500 words exact. Dunny keeps his cover intact by yelling at everyone like a grumpy old bastard, then asks Bright out for drinks. Because why the hell not?
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January 18, 2012 12:08:29 AM    View the profile of Kilroy 
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Blackjack


“Go find Fain and Aelin and tell them where we’ll be linking up. And for god’s sake, be subtle.”

“I’ll try.” 

Do you really think I’m the type to be subtle about something?  John thought, giving the Blackjack commander a rather humorless smile as he went off into the station.  Although the Cadian had some training and experience somewhere in his life, the man really wasn’t cut out for espionage.  Having been taught to field strip a rifle before even making it into primary school, asking him to be faint was akin to asking an AT-AT to be less obvious.  Still, the faster that he got this over with, the faster he could get to his recently shipped gauss rifle; even if it was unfortunately the C model instead of his M variant with the heavier barrel.

Looking around the local station area, the corporal was able to spot the two junior members of Blackjack fairly easily.  Moving closer to the two, he found it rather hard not to laugh at the horrid couple the two made.  With his warmest demeanor he could put up, something that was quite difficult to see when his smile didn’t reach his eyes, John began to play the large ham.

“Why if it isn’t my old friend Audrey; it’s so good to see you!  And I see you brought your dear blunt along with you, a surprise that he has made it this far with you.”

“Uhhh.”

“OH YES!  I nearly forgot, so good of you to remind me.  The party is being held at the hotel: Comona, and I duly hope that you enjoy yourselves when we get there.  I certainly know you will ya little fether.”

“Ael-I mean Audrey dear….can you tell me if your friend here is burning with satanic rage or is it just me and he’s glad to see us?”

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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 18, 2012 3:05:59 AM    View the profile of WhiskeyRose 
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RAIDERS


    With the alarms echoing in the nearby hallways, Joamer motioned, “Get a move on, this doesn’t look good.”

    Xy slipped down the ramp and around the shuttle ship.  While she was watching the entrance for any onlookers, she stepped carefully backward.  Suddenly she bumped into someone.  Panic overwhelmed her. On edge, she spun around and leaped upon the attacker.  Her hand was on his mouth instantly to keep him silent as she landed on top of him pinning his chest down between her knees.  They hit the tarmac hard and Xy’s panic escaladed.  She hoped they weren’t drawing unwanted attention.  Her mouth was curled in a silent snarl as she looked down at the face of the mechanic in coveralls.  Wait a minute; haven’t I seen him around Tadath in the mess hall?  I think he’s in a different squad.  Oops. He wasn’t an attacker at all.  Xy had bumped into him as he was fueling the shuttle.  She put a single finger to her lips and slowly lifted her hand from his mouth, brushing the stubble of his five o’clock shadow.  She silently rose and proceeded to leave.  Dunny stared at her with a confused look on his face and unsure of what just happened.  He stood and started to go after her, but she was very fast.  Limberly she used the shuttle as leverage to jump up into the same air duct she had descended from.  After pulling it closed behind her, she made her way back to her base, the dressing room.

    She slipped on tight form fitting blacks onto her taught tone body.  It formed to her like a glove.  She braided her lavender hair into a tight French braid to keep it out of her face.  Bending down to her ankles, she sheathed a combat knife in each boot.  Thigh holsters each held an E-11 blaster pistol.  Her A280 blaster rifle was strapped to her back.  She still wore her earring and bracelet comm link.  She climbed back into the air duct and moved to the central location she had picked out last week.  Already having stashed her armor, rations, and an emergency kit in the central location, she hunkered down getting comfortable and kept her ears open waiting for the signal.  Soon.   Not knowing how much time she had to kill, her mind slightly wandered.  I wonder what his name is and what squad he’s on.  

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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 18, 2012 3:33:10 AM    View the profile of Bernadette 
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Eclipse

Dark eyes scanned the crowd with mock boredom though she caught as many details as she could of the security. Who knew? It might be useful in case of a hasty retreat. The last mission and her sudden ascension in the ranks had made a certain impact on her. Her usually curious demeanor was muted; throughout the squads training on the basics of security for a station like this she had been serious, quiet. Not that they knew much about her yet, to them this was just her work-ethic. The uniform she wore made her feel a little ridiculous but she tried to disregard that and look as professional as she could. Pressure was pushing down on her higher than before; they expected great things from her. Zaria looked up as the guards moved to the crate that contained their weaponry just as she heard Skarr mutter about it.

“This is gonna suck,” she murmured half to herself as she rechecked the paperwork she had been given, the squad chuckled. 

The security guards didn’t seem to look at them twice; though, one of the younger ones made eye contact with her, grinning at her. Zaria gave him a shy smile and moved on with the rest of the squad. Drexhel looked at her with a knowing smirk. Zaria shrugged then nodded at them and they continued moving as a unit, a reflection of what was expected of a security crew. They had not gone more than sixty feet when a voice shouted at them from behind. She saw Skarr tense and felt herself do the same. Zaria forced obsidian eyes to turn toward the sound as casually as she could. Zaria was taken back when she saw the young man from before, he ran toward her waving something at her. Zaria looked down at her lapel and relaxed with an audible sigh as she noticed that her tag had fallen off.

“I’m Eric…You dropped this.” The guy said handing it to her. She smiled and thanked him as the rest of the squad chuckled behind her, “Erm, if you’re here long enough maybe we could…”

“Sure,” The redhead said quickly, flashing a smile at him once again before taking the extra piece of paper he held out to her. He flushed and grinned at her happily before leaving. There was an almost visible relaxation throughout the group.

“That was…close. But hey, you made a friend ASL Bernadette” chuckled Skarr nudging her.

She shook her head at him, turning her face so he wouldn’t see her blush. It was the first time something of the sort had happened to her, crappy timing.

Again, the squad laughed a bit among themselves. Zaria glared half-heartedly at them as they kept walking. She ran over the layout of the building in her mind making sure to remember the landmarks that Skarr had told them were around. Her eyes wandered over the building as she saw it far ahead. It looked a lot like the pictures, almost there.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 18, 2012 11:02:37 AM    View the profile of Dunny 
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Jester


By the time that the drama unfolding in the hangar bay had moved on, the Zeltron Mechanic had calmed down a little, allowing the menial but by no means simple task of checking over the refuelling station in the hangar, the pump integrity and the pipes to sooth his frayed nerves a little. If there was one thing he enjoyed doing, other than flirting with a pretty woman, it had to be working with machines. He even whistled a little as he sauntered back over the ship, checklist in hand. He’d go over the repulsorlift system first, he decided. Make sure that hadn’t gotten any wear and tear. He doubted it – the ship was in pretty good condition. He was paid to look after the ships in this hangar, though, and by the Emperor’s Wrinkly Knees, he would do his job.

Of course, he wasn’t expecting a woman to step back from under the ship, apparently out of nowhere, and bump straight into him. The mechanic whirled around to berate whomever the hell it was who was snooping around, but he never got the chance, as the woman leapt for him, obviously intent on bringing him down. A soft hand moved to cover his mouth, and more from instinct than anything else, his own hand reached into his flightsuit as he moved with her. The momentum of her attack bowled him over and knocked him flat on his arse. By the time she was on top of him, straddling his chest, the mechanic had a small spot-welder pressed against her throat, his thumb on the activation trigger.

In the uneasy silence that followed, the two were able to actually look at each other for a few moments. The mechanic found his lips forming a soft smile against his attacker’s hand as his eyes looked her up and down, and liked what they saw. The light of recognition flashed in her eyes, and the mechanic realized that he was amongst friends. Well, if that was her way of saying hi, he definitely wanted to find out what her idea of flirting was. He pressed his lips against the palm of her hand in a soft kiss, not one to let an opportunity to flirt with such an attractive woman go by.

The woman placed a finger to his lips, then brushed her fingers against his jaw, before silently getting up to her feet and turning to leave. The poor confused mechanic’s eyebrow had just about made the jump to hyperspace by the time she was gone. He stood there for a moment, his arms crossed as he looked out at the space she’d only just occupied, before getting back up to his feet and dusting himself off. When he spoke, his accent and speech mannerisms were completely different to what they’d been so far.
”Well, who in crikey fuck was that?”

The question softly whispered, he pocketed the welder and shook his head, before advancing back on the freighter, slightly puzzled.

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500 exact. A little confused, but not too confused to flirt! >:3
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January 18, 2012 1:43:04 PM    View the profile of Joamer 
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RAIDERS.




Joamer stood next to the now empty shuttle and contemplated the next set of moves, he knew time was running short before the next set of objectives began. Turning to Jaenna he said,  "We don't all need to be here for this next part. Use your new security to find the squad nice spots to lay low. Rain, you need to be with your squad right now. I'll handle this next part."

He heard one set of security doors opening and knew they only had a few moments. Waving them both away he stood at the entrance to the shuttle as three decently ranking security officers walked up. He saw the door the two had used to escape from the hangar bay close right before the officers turned the corner.

Breathing a sigh of relief he nodded to the three men as two of them boarded the shuttle, the other looked him up and down for a moment before saying, "Some Bounty Hunter moron decided to make a scene a few minutes ago. He's being placed in a security holding cell. The weapons you found are impressive." He stopped for a moment as someone spoke to him over a private comm link for a few seconds, he nodded once like the other person could see him.

After a moment he stopped and continued, "You've only been here for two weeks but your resume is impressive, it also checks out fully. I've got contacts in many worlds who know you by name and reputation. You are being promoted to security grade three, your ident chip is being updated now. Go talk to this Bounty Hunter, see if you can get any information out of him. Very well done, Tremaine."

Joamer nodded as the man waved him away, walking up to the security door they had entered he waited for a moment before swiping his chip over the nearly hidden panel. Three small lights flashed green after a long moment and the door slid up nearly soundlessly. Pulling out his datapad like he was looking at a map he instead brought up the command's private messaging service, typing quickly he wrote; Gained security clearance, will rescue Crest and set up a way for the confiscated weapons to be used. Security doors will close around the station at the planned time for phase II to begin. He sent the message to everyone who needed it.

Putting away his pad he nodded to two guards on patrol but kept moving, he knew they looked at him as he passed but he did not turn around or modify the way he was walking. Turning down another hall he brought his pad out again to send a message to his squad; Inside high security area, listen to Jaenna during phase II. Normal objectives are a go, I'll monitor what I can from the command center. Set up near the correct hangar to secure it, phase II agreed upon start is still a go.


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499. Alright, Crest will be rescued. We will set the stage for the confiscated weapons to be rescued too. Jae will move RAIDERS into better positions. Bright should do the same with Jester. If you have questions come find me, I'll try to make sense of the insanity.
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  RE: Operation: Express Justice
January 18, 2012 2:50:01 PM    View the profile of WhiskeyRose 
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RAIDERS



Her data pad vibrated against her side with life.  She quickly read Joamer’s message and withheld a curse. Great. I’m near the wrong hangar. While she brought up a map of the air ducts, someone walked beneath her and stopped.  She held her breath and looked closely at the man.  It was Dunny.

“Have fun up there.” He said looking up at her through the grate with blue eyes glinting mischievously.  He continued walking.

I have some time to kill.  Little bastard will pay for mocking me.  She tucked away her data pad and slid on the backpack of her supplies before she followed the fellow imperial via the air ducts.  Conveniently, Dunny was headed to the hangar she needed to be at.  She silently watched him.  He grabbed an arc spanner and flipped it in the air, catching it nonchalantly before beginning to tinker on one of the ships. 

She carefully opened the grate and dropped to the ground quietly before closing the grate behind her.  Ducking behind a large tool chest, she slid off her backpack and stashed it under the welded down tool station.  Extra coveralls, jumper suits and aprons hung on the wall behind her.  After she threw on a mechanic’s jumper suit she walked over towards Dunny as she zipped up the front.

He kept working on the revealed engine.  She stepped up beside him and leaned an elbow against the ship holding an arc spanner.  “You know, it would go much faster if you used this size spanner instead.  The smaller head gives you more torque.”

He looked over at her with surprise written all over his red face.  “Oh, it’s you.” He grinned his best lop sided grin.

Xy rolled her eyes, grabbed his shoulders pressing him against the hull.  “Don’t you ever risk giving away my location if I’m hiding, or ever mock me again you little prick!”  Her eyes were dark grey and stormy like angry clouds over a turbulent ocean.   

His stature was completely relaxed.  “Boy, you sure are pretty when you’re angry darlin’.”  A sharp pang of pain twisted in her heart.  She flinched.

Her forehead wrinkled as she furrowed her eyebrows angrily.  “Uh! You’re impossible!”  She gave him a light shove before releasing him. “Don’t call me darling either!”  She started working on the engine.  I better tinker out this anger before phase II, otherwise I’ll be distracted.

A security officer made a routine patrol into the hangar.  He stopped and looked at Xy, scrutinizing her.  “Hey Starlight, what the frak you doing?” He stormed over to her looking angry and surprised. It was one of the bouncers from the Velvet & Silk. 

Oh frak me.

Xy put on her best ashamed face.  “Uhm, hobby?” she blushed at the bulky man. 

“Strange hobby for a stripper.  Ah ok, well I have a second job too.  Guess I shouldn’t give you a hard time.  See you around!”  He left and continued his patrol.
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