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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 11:06:59 GMT -8
*Osa Prime is the Capital of Osarian, a moderately large city with all the usual amenities you would expect in your everyday city.*
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 1:32:59 GMT -8
OOC: Continued from hereSkorch nodded to his brother and rushed out of the room quickly as Zacaiah moved over to the cryo tubes to open them. He went to his cabin and locked the door behind himself, making sure to stay out of sight, the Shadow Guards doing the same thing, while tossing some items around to make it look like there had been a fight on Zacaiah's way in to the cryo tubes=Siberian Elementis=Remember, they must believe that you have come to save them, otherwise the coding will not work properly...With that, Siberian exited the room and went to his own cabin and locked the door behind himself. All their latest work was about to pay off in one of their more cunning plans to bring Zion to justice, especially after their many failures in the past when trusting other people to do their part. If this failed, then they would be forced to finish off Zion themselves, as opposed to trusting their underlings whom had assured them of their abilities
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 1:30:28 GMT -8
She nodded as the brother's left, leaving her only one piece of advice which kind of left her wondering about the foolproof nature of their plan, but it was too late to turn back now, so she hit the activator buttons on the cryo tubes before turning around as the two Plasma Wave Blaster's rose up into a firing position and she pulled out her phrik spear which extended to full size as she took up a defensive stance.
She slowly turned around as she heard the tubes let off a bunch of steam, before the lids unlatched themselves and opened up before Hikari and Akari stumbled out of the tubes, dressed only in cryo sleep undergarments, which was to be expected. Zacaiah nodded over towards a pile of cloaks as the girls looked at her confused by what was going on
=Zacaiah Traevis=
Quick, put those on, we need to get you out of here!
The girls nodded to one another before grabbing the cloaks and putting them on to cover themselves up, before Zacaiah lead the way out of the room and through the ship, the blaster's pivoting on their mounts as they scanned for targets. They exited the outer airlock and rushed across the hangar bay and into the hallway, heading towards her ship's hangar bay. Hikari suddenly grabbed Zacaiah's hand as they moved along through the crowd
=Hikari Morviael=
Thank you... but what is going on?
Zacaiah tilted her head backwards a little as she maintained her calm and casual state, gathering all her wits to her as they kept moving on towards her ship, knowing she had to do her best to ensure this plan has many chances as possible to succeed
=Zacaiah Traevis=
You were captured by a group of Cinn Ion that my group have been watching for the past couple months. We need to get you two to safety
=Akari Morviael=
We need to find big brother!
Zacaiah nodded in confirmation, quite impressed with the clones that the Elementis brothers had made. They entered Zacaiah's hangar bay and quickly made their way into the Whitecloak fighter, Zacaiah placing her spear on her back again as her Plasma Wave Blaster's retracted back down onto her back, while the Tailrings jumped off her shoulder's and landed on the passenger seat headrests.
Hikari and Akari took their seats, while Zacaiah sat in the pilots seat and started the ship up, her helmet HUD interfacing with the ship to change the interface to show the ship stats as the boarding ramp raised up, before the engines began warming up as the repulsor lifts raised the ship up through the air and out of the hangar bay, before Zacaiah slowly applied engine power, causing the ship to raise up and out of the atmosphere and into orbit
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 21:39:37 GMT -8
Vejide spends the morning idly wandering the streets of one of Ossa-Prime's shopping and dining districts, with no real agenda in mind other than enjoying the rare opportunity to roam around outside of the confines of the Geheim Masjien without a care in the universe. Not particularly interested in clothes, shoes, or pampering herself at a spa, Vejide finds the few electronics and weapons shops more interesting, though she does not buy until, spotting a park that looks inviting, she purchases an iced stimcaf to take to the park in search of a place to relax for a while.
The park turns out to be a memorial to the Iron Knights that repelled an attack by the Red Knights of Life during the Yuuzhan Vong War, and Vejide examines a few of the statues and other monuments before, sitting on a bench overlooking a decorative pond to enjoy her iced caf while using her datapad to learn more about what happened on Osarian during the Yuuzhan Vong War.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Nov 18, 2018 18:12:37 GMT -8
= Ossa Prime, Spaceport =
Denee walked out of the shuttle and into the busy heartbeat of the city. The cool morning air was far better than the stale air of the ships she had been on for the past few months. This was the first time she had real gravity under her feet, and she was a little wobbly for it for a few moments.Getting her planet legs back was no problem, now it was finding the needle in the haystack that would be the real challenge.
Stopping and looking into the city at the entrance of the spaceport behind her, she took a breath and closed her eyes.
The Force shall guide my steps.
As she began to wander, she imagined profiles of each crew member based on what information she had on them. The mental images gave her places to begin looking and people to ask. She decided to start at bars and clubs - always open but sparsely populated in the morning hours - and came up with no leads as nobody wanted to talk with her since she wasn’t drinking or showing. Denee pouted as she left one strip club that offered her a double rate for a show.
Ok, not clubs and bars. Financial institutions?
She held her head and shook it, deciding she needed to clear her head and start fresh. Briskly walking away from the seedier parts of the city, she headed for the main shopping areas for some new insights. Passing all of the shopping areas made her wonder if the crew would be more likely to buy higher class goods with the money they had. It was a possibility she didn’t rule out as she walked into the city park to review the dossiers.
Sitting at a park bench in front of a statue, she read over the datapad as she refreshed her perceptions of the targets. Something tugged at her to look up. She raised her eyes, cocked an eyebrow, and sat up straight. Lifting her datapad, she began to move it around like she was taking pictures of the area, but the only picture she took was of the one particular woman across the way. She hunched back over and began scrolling through the datapad as it compared the image against the internal database. It came back with a 90% match and was uploading to the awaiting Venator in orbit for further review.
Denee decided to make a move. She stowed her things and got up. Leisurely walking around the perimeter, she took a deep breath and headed over. As she neared, she got a confirmation of a target match. She grinned.
Sitting on the park bench next to the Lorrdian, Denee pulled her tablet back out again and began scrolling across the images of the crew of the Geheim Masjien with bounties on full display. Tens of millions were listed on each. Inwardly, Denee was nervous as to how Vejide would take this display. She stifled it and with a cool, calm exterior, she began.
Vejide Diya, I am Denee Aalaan, Jedi Adept and Esquire of Jedi Master James Edward Wright. It seems as though several on your crew made an impression with the authorities on Coruscant a few days ago. With bounties like this, someone could secure the future of a few generations if you were all taken alive. Dead?
She shrugged.
At least one generation of debauchery.
She set the pad down on one knee and looked at the woman with her blue eyes. Lifting a single finger, she used the Force to pull back her outer robes just enough to reveal one of the lightsabers on her hip before releasing it. It was a way to show the truth in her words of being a Jedi, rather than a display of force. Ironically, however, it did a little of both.
I have no need for possessions and things; thus, the bounties is worthless to me as it is. Nevertheless, you are all being pursued by others beyond myself. While I am aware that a crew of your skills can outrun and outlast any pursuers, you will be relentlessly hunted, and your bounties will remain. I have a more permanent solution to both problems.
She leaned back on the bench and looked at the statue ahead of them. A slight grin may have crossed her lips at the implication of what she just said.
I can help you evade those who pursue you, and I can clear you and your crew of the bounty earned from your recent job on Coruscant. Because, while I have no need for money, I am in need of talent that you and your crew undoubtedly possess in excess. You can refuse without repercussion from me; say “no” and I get up and leave, and you will likely never see me again. If you are curious…
She motioned for Vejide to look at the tablet on her lap and inspect the bounties for each of the members. The Mirialan said nothing more. She felt she had said enough to get the attention of the woman. At this point, Denee was hoping that the Force hadn’t led her here to a dead end. While finding the crew was the first half of the task, convincing them to join her on this errand was another task altogether.
She bit the inside of her lower lip, opposite of Vejide, as she began to ponder a plan b.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 19:48:26 GMT -8
Under normal circumstances, Vejide would ignore any attempt to get her attention by calling her name when it was a stranger doing the calling, but Denee's opening statement makes it obvious that the circumstances are anything but normal. After all, it isn't every day that a Jedi Adept appears all but literally out of the blue, sits down next to you and makes you an offer you can't refuse. And after Denee has spelled out the situation Vejide and the rest of the crew of the Geheim Masjien have found themselves in, there is little doubt in Vejide's mind that they will taking the Jedi Adept up on the offer. The alternative, prices on their heads high enough that relentless pursuit is a guarantee and the need to live on the run and always looking over their shoulders, is not one that Vejide needs to consider for long, nor does she imagine Fumnanya and the others will entertain the idea of facing.
Denee's body language betrays a subtle and very faint sense of unease, most likely explained by the fact she can't be sure that Vejide and the rest of the crew might react unkindly to being backed into a corner, but Vejide cannot help but wonder if it has something to do with the reason that Denee is here to make use of the crew's talents. As talented as the members of the crew of the Geheim Masjien are, they hardly seem like the usual choice as a go-to resource for the Jedi Order, which tells Vejide that whatever it is Denee is going ask of them in exchange for clearing their bounties is something the Jedi either believe to be a virtual suicide mission or something that they want to be able to deny any involvement in. Neither of which possible explanation means much in the end given that the crew of the Geheim Masjien would be fools to refuse the offer they are being presented with.
Removing her spectacles with a heavy sigh, Vejide closes her eyes as she massages the bridge of her nose and says in a tone that is precariously balanced between resignation and resentment, "Curious isn't the word I'd use. We both know my crew-mates and I almost definitely won't be saying no, so you can cut the sales pitch. Wiping the lenses of her spectacles on the edge of her shirt after blowing on them, Vejide says with shrug of her shoulders, I don't call the shots though, as you probably know. You'll need to talk to Captain Jang for the official confirmation that we'll be buying what you're selling. Holding one hand up while moving the other slowly to get her comlink, Vejide goes on, I'll even spare you the need to repeat yourself twice, and resist the temptation to press you for details on whatever it is you need us for while we wait for the Captain and the others to get here."
Arching an eyebrow inquisitively once she is holding her comlink up to make sure Denee has no objection to its being used to summon the rest of the crew to hear the Jedi adept out themselves, Vejide stands up and walks a short distance away to speak with Fumnanya.
"They're on their way, Vejide says after a few moments. They'll meet us in the pub in the spaceport, so why don't we head there now and get a table?"
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 8, 2018 2:17:19 GMT -8
= Ossa Prime, Iron Knights Memorial Park=
Thank you. I appreciate it. I am sure he would have attempted to strangle me through the comm.
Denee bowed her head and stood up. A slight grin crossed her lips as she was grateful the situation had yet to turn sour. While she was aware that the possibility of complications hadn’t vanished, she intended to act to continue to build trust.
That sounds fine with me.
She flattened her robes after securing her tablet and headed out before Vejide. She wasn’t worried about having the Lorrdian behind her and instead took a moment to give the woman a chance to breathe easy and not feel as though she was a prisoner. She folded her hands behind her as she walked out of the park.
The pieces were coming together, and soon she would see her brother with her own two eyes, though, she feared what she might see, that fear was tempered with hope.
Denee looked up and mused out loud
It sure is a lovely day. I can see why your captain chose this planet to visit after such a job. It’s the perfect place to wind down and blend in. I do regret that I have interrupted your vacation so early though. I will try and make it up to you, I promise.
She broke off slightly ahead of Vejide with a quickened pace, but not entirely on purpose. While she maintained a fix on the woman's aura, she was distracted mentally with the next phase of the discussions. If the whole crew would arrive, would they suspect a trap? Would they intend to fight their way out and come prepared to do so while freeing Vejide? Denee was suddenly thinking of negative scenarios and how to combat the issue safely and without bringing any attention to her presence. She lacked any backup on the planet, and any assistance would be at least an hour out. She considered calling for help now but noted that comms might be monitored not only by the crew of the Geheim Masjien but less scrupulous types as well.
She laughed quietly to herself at the thought of less scrupulous types than the crew of the Geheim Masjien.
Denee looked back at Vejide and smiled.
You know, I am glad that I ran into you. The Force does work in mysterious ways sometimes, and I am glad that I wasn’t left wandering around here for days looking you. I do hope that you all will come to forgive my intrusion, though, I do accept that my advances were less than ideal.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 21:34:49 GMT -8
Vejide doesn't attend much to what Denee says on the way to the starport, nodding here and there with an occasional half-hearted mono-syllabic reply when one seems called for, all the while keeping an eye out for any indication that they are being tailed. Relaxing only slightly when she is unable to find any evidence that Denee is not acting alone, Vejide reminds herself that, if the play is to capture the entire crew rather than coerce them to do the job Denee claims she has come to enlist their aid in, the real danger will only present itself once they are all in one place.
Once they reach the pub in the starport, Vejide takes a seat in a booth with a decent view of the only entrance and settles in to wait for the rest of the crew to arrive. Waving off a serving droid that approaches the booth, Vejide says, "We're waiting on some mates, come back later. Drumming her fingers on the table, she starts studying the other patrons for any signs that they are not just patrons as she asks Denee, Don't Jedi usually work in pairs? Why're you soloing this little venture?"
It is not a long wait before Fumnanya and Dikeledi arrive, AVI stealthily along for the ride in Fumnanya's datapad. Smiling cheerfully as he slides into the booth beside Denee while Dikeledi seats herself beside Vejide after reviewing the pub's interior and seeing nothing that raises any of her alarms, Fumnanya holds out a hand to shake with the Jedi as he says, "Denee, right? Fumnanya Jang. Indicating Dikeledi with a wave of his hand, he says, My first-mate, Dikeledi Balewa. Grinning cheekily, he tilts his head to the side and says, But, you knew that already, right? So, he leans back comfortably in the booth, apparently completely at ease, before we start talking about what it is you want from us, let's talk about whether you can really do what you say you'll do if we do it? How do we know that you can, and will, clear those pesky bounties? Winking, he explains, Be a real downer to do this thing only to find out that you can't really clear those bounties, you know? As though the thought has just occurred to him, Fumnanya snaps his fingers and adds, Say, speaking of settling the account when the time comes, any chance you could get us cleared of any and all outstanding charges from Coruscant while you're at it? Smiling charmingly, he says, We could call it, I don't know, a bonus? I mean, whatever it is you want us to do must be pretty important, and probably dangerous, right? And having the bounties cleared is nice, but we'd still have the law after us, and who wants that?"
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 10, 2018 0:48:45 GMT -8
= Ossa Prime, "Rané Gii's Spacer Saloon" =
Denee sat down opposite of Vejide and pulled out her tablet and began browsing the net aimlessly. The droid comes and goes, but it’s at Vejide's question that Denee looks up and sets down the tablet.
Her slight smile vanishes, and she begins looking around the room.
I don’t remember that being a hard rule to follow, at least it’s not one that my Master ever implemented. Though, it typically does come in handy. I hope to not be traveling alone once more here soon, but that really depends on how this meeting goes I suppose.
She sees Dikeledi and Fumnanya enter and she offers a slight grin at them, her demeanor becoming more uplifted at the arrangement. Taking Fumnanya's firm grip and shake, she nods toward Dikeledi in the introduction. Folding her hands in her lap, she listens to him as he talks and questions her.
Just before he finishes, Denee pulls out the tablet once again and places it on the table, the bounties in full view. She looks between Dikeledi and Fumnanya as she speaks.
So, first, the only bounties I have access to here are the ones from the recent Coruscant expedition. As far as I am aware, these are all you have in the core worlds. Any that you may have from the First Order, Hutt Space, or elsewhere are not available to me to clear.
How -
The droid came back for the drink orders. Denee ordered plain ice water.
With the orders complete she paused for a moment as she let the words reform behind pursed lips before continuing, realizing that he was inquiring about the criminal charges and not the bounties. She rolled with it.
How I am able to do this is simple. My Master is a well-connected aristocrat in the core worlds, and he has had his feelers out for some teams to do some less scrupulous work that just needs to be done. One of those feelers reached out before they finished processing these here bounties and asked him if he was interested.
She shrugged.
A few hyperspace jumps later, and now I am sitting before you.
She pulled the tablet back and hid it under her robes
He and – subsequently – I are the sole holders of these bounties, for now, that is. He gives the word, and they go out onto the market. I give the word, and they are erased. As far as the criminal charges go, my understanding is they are wrapped up in the same file since the initiator of the bounties was the CSF. Bounties get cashed in or erased, so do the charges. Again, that is my understanding and I will get clarification on that with my master later.
The droid came back with the drinks and hurriedly placed the glasses in front of everyone, asking if they needed more time to order food.
Yes, we will need more time.
With the droid gone for a moment more, she looked back at her audience once again.
So, before we continue any further discussion, I need to know if you are with me or not. Just like I told Vejide, you can tell me "no" now, and I will walk out that door, and you will likely never see me again. But once you pledge your loyalty -
Her countenance takes on a serious tone, and an aura of intensity emanates from her through the Force as she shakes her head slightly.
- there is no turning back.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 3:51:32 GMT -8
Vejide nods with a somewhat forced smile when Denee explains that her Master does not espouse a hard and fast policy about working in tandem, concluding the explanation bu pointing out that if her plan to coerce the crew of the Geheim Masjien into cooperating with her she will no longer be operating alone. As she has little doubt that she and the rest of the crew will ultimately be joining the Jedi adept on whatever quest it is that she has been sent on, Vejide dryly lifts her right hand, crossing her fingers as she says in an obviously exaggerated optimistic tone, "Yeah, here's hoping, huh?"
Vejide and Dikeledi let Fumnanya do all of the talking once he arrives, though a perceptive and attentive individual will have little trouble catching the occasional silent exchanges that pass between the three of them when Fumnanya looks towards his crew at a few points during Denee's reply to his questions as though to gauge their reactions to what is being said in order to learn whether they detect any hints of deception or distortion of the facts that the Jedi might indulge in that he does not. Vejide, more adept than most at reading body language and intonation, gives a subtle shake of her head when Fumnanya consults her on occasion to indicate that she is not picking up on any signs that they are being played. Dikeledi, for her part, is primarily subtly questioned when Denee has wrapped up her answer and sought a firm yes or no to the crew's willingness to take her up on the offer she has yet to entirely spell out, and as she has come to the same conclusion as Vejide where the crew's options in the given situation are, nods after a pause to let Fumnanya know that it would seem they have precious little choice in the matter if they don't want to live the rest of their lives on the run from ambitious bounty hunters and dogged law enforcement alike.
Apparently still as cheerful as ever, Fumnanya gives Denee a cocky grin as he lifts his hands up to gesture towards her and asks, "Now, how could we possibly say no to a tantalizing offer like that coming from such an attractive Jedi? Resting his elbows on the the table, folding his hands together beneath his chin, Fumnanya smiles a smile that is at odds with the more calculating and serious expression in his eyes as he says, Well, let's hear what we're pledging ourselves to already. Pretending to shiver in anticipation, he smirks and adds jokingly, The suspense is killing me."
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 13, 2018 23:37:02 GMT -8
= Ossa Prime, "Rané Gii's Spacer Saloon" =
She glared at him for a few moments too long at his initial response before looking away at some star far off behind Vejide and Dikeledi.
You're going to make me regret this, aren't you? Fine. I will accept your response as a pledge. Now then...
She templed her hands in front of her face, and the sounds of the diner around them became muffled and muted.
On the edge of First Order controlled territory, there floats the frozen world of Arkania. A mining world known for its supply of pristine diamonds, it is also a prison world with several infamous gulags. One of these prisons lays within the foothills of the mountain of Doubiaya. On the surface, it is a couple of landing pads and a small building. Get past the front security checkpoints, and it opens up to a vast prison under the heart of the mountain. Therein reside some of the most dangerous individuals to the First Order ideals: dissidents, teachers, traitors, and Jedi.
On the outside of the sound barrier created by Denee, the server droid waited for a few moments asking if they were ready to order. The lack of response made it assume the table was praying and it went to help other guests.
One Jedi therein is our target for extraction. His name is Jaren Aalaan, his face you will certainly recognize because
She sighed and nodded her head
he is my twin.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2018 19:14:16 GMT -8
Fumnanya offers Denee a cheekily flirtatious grin accompanied by a saucy wink when she suggests that she may live to regret her decision to involve him and his crew in whatever it is he has just pledged himself and them to, but does not otherwise interrupt or distract the Jedi adept as she then goes on to lay out what exactly it is she has come to coerce them all to do. Even though the mention of the First Order causes his bold, cocky expression and relaxed, confident posture to briefly become more than a bit strained and affected rather than natural, Fumnanya does not let the slip go on, and continues to grin as though he is undaunted by the prospect of what lays ahead. Learning of Denee's brother softens Fumnanya's anger towards the Jedi, the fact that he understands all too well what it is like to have someone close taken from you and held captive making it easier to forgive her for manipulating them into accepting the daunting mission she has described.
Dikeledi, save for a tightening of her jaw and clenching of her fists, similarly by and large conceals her reaction to learning what Fumnanya had essentially blindly agreed to. Having gone AWOL from the First Order's military, the absolute last thing that Dikeledi would want to do is attempt to extract a prisoner of the First Order from one of their more secure facilities. Were it only herself that Dikeledi needed to consider, she would have no qualms about walking away from the Jedi, pledge or no pledge, but since she suspects that doing so would spoil the deal the Jedi has made with the crew, she resigns herself to willingly courting the death sentence that her capture at the hands of the First Order would bring. Her resignation to fate's almost comedic machinations, however, does little to quell the growing dislike she has for Denee since the Jedi is fate's agent in this particular instance.
Vejide, who deep down in her heart welcomes any opportunity to indulge in any and all forms of violence and combat, is alone in looking almost pleased about the picture Denee has painted. Be it the First Order, Sector Rangers, Coruscant Underworld Police, or even other criminals, Vejide is always more than happy to trade blaster fire or physical blows with them. Neither oblivious nor unsympathetic to Dikeledi's situation, Vejide does her best not to look quite so eager to head off to Arkania as she glances over her shoulder at the former Biker Scout to gauge how she is taking the news. Offering a sympathetic smile when Dikeledi gives a subtle shrug of a shoulder to indicate that there appears to be no other option but to join the Jedi on her mad quest, Vejide then looks to Fumnanya to see what their captain will say to the Jedi.
Fumnanya, after silently consulting with Dikeledi and Vejide, looks over at Denee and grins as he jokes without much true humor, "It's a good thing you didn't explain what exactly it was we were agreeing to before forcing us to agree with it. Tapping the side of his head, he adds, Smart. Rubbing the tip of his nose, Fumnanya says without as much of an effort to play the part of the cocky smuggler as before, You've given us the what and where. We can guess the when is going to be as soon as possible, so that just leaves the how. Do you have a plan for this extraction? Or was finding us and getting us on board as far as you've gotten so far in the planning process?"
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 18, 2018 6:40:22 GMT -8
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Her hands remained templed as she looked around at her audience. She was pleased with their reactions as they were about as she had expected based on their profiles.
Sooner, rather than later. However, I am sure that Jaren would appreciate care and consideration going into a rescue rather than a rush headfirst into the fray. He has been waiting for four years. If we leave in the next several days, we should be fine.
Denee shrugged and stared off into the distance behind the two women sitting across from her.
We have to go in quietly. The reason they built the prison under a mountain is so they can bring the mountain down on top of the prison should things turn south.
Our first priority should be to disguise ourselves. I have an Upsilon-class shuttle waiting in the Venator in orbit. We have some shiny black stormtrooper armor and several officer's uniforms. With the experience this crew has, getting into character shouldn't be too much of an issue.
Once we get in past the front gates, we will need a slicer to go in and put a block on the explosives holding up the mountain in case things go south for us. Ideally, this individual can locate Jaren and guide us directly to him. With him in tow, we can get out as fast as we can. At which point, safeties off is allowed but the least noise we can make throughout this process, the better off we will be in our escape.
She lowered the sound barrier as the droid came back for orders, sounding mildly annoyed at having been ignored for so long. Denee ordered sautéed vegetables and nothing more. Once the table had been satisfied, she raised the barrier once again and continued in the muffled silence.
We go in as a Jedi Restraint Force. Black ops responsible for the capture and imprisonment of Jedi not unlike the team that took my brother from me.
As to who would play what, I am open to opinions. However, I have a few ideas based on your profiles. Your Medical officer is prone to not fighting, no? He would be the one in the restraints as our Jedi prisoner to keep him quiet and out of the way. He will be able to provide medical attention to my brother to get him stabilized for extraction. The three of us would be concealed under stormtrooper armor and be ready for action.
We will need someone in the officer uniform to speak for us, and I believe that is where Dikeledi comes in. We have several options to enhance your disguise since your face will be ours as we proceed. Good news is you would be a Full Bird, so chances are you will outrank everyone in the facility combined. You'd be lucky if anyone looks you in the eye
As to your droid, it should be with us as I seemed to have quite the fighting capabilities. Its unique appearance would fit right in with our Black Ops story. There is one individual on your team who is an unknown to me, and I don't quite know where that person will fit into this scenario, but I believe they and Nkosana should remain at the shuttle to guard it until our return.
She paused and looked around for expressions and opinions.
That’s the high-level overview of how I hope this goes. I am open to ideas and suggestions.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2018 20:41:21 GMT -8
While Fumnanya and Vejide both order meals when the opportunity presents itself, Dikeledi sulkily declines to dine with everyone even though she, like her crew mates, does not interrupt Denee as she lays out the loose plan she has thus far devised for freeing her twin from the First Order prison.
Fumnanya, impressed enough with Denee's plan that he cannot think of any immediate need to change anything, grins cheerily as he shrugs a shoulder and says, "Wow. Beautiful and smart too. You know, I can't think of anyth. . ."
Interrupting Fumnanya, Dikeledi absently fusses with the ends of the loose green scarf tied around her neck as she says dryly and without any discernible emotional investment, "Need a reason to be lingering on after we've transferred the captive into their custody. We'd also be blown if, assuming we were able to locate the target and get to him without raising suspicion or worse, we were leaving with one more in the group than we started with."
Vejide, smiling as though quite pleased with the idea, points out, "Which is why we go weapons free after we get to Jaren. We aren't getting out without a fight, that's obvi . . ."
Lips pursed as she starts thinking of a way around the obstacles she has anticipated presenting themselves, Dikeledi says over Vejide's gleeful assertion that they will have to blast their way out, "Might be a way. I go in with AVI, the prisoner, and an escort of four Stormtroopers."
Frowning, Fumnanya points out, "But Dee and Nkosana will be staying with the ship. Besides, we'd still be leaving with more in the group than we'll be starting with."
"Only, Dikeledi says, if we don't leave two behind. One in the place of the prisoner we're there to deliver, and another in the place of our target. Expecting confusion will prompt an interruption, she lifts a hand to cut off any protest, Hear me out. We leave Sango with Dee on the ship, take Nkosana as the prisoner instead. Two of the Stormtroopers will be droids. Looking over at Denee, she asks, Your Master can afford a pair of droids I assume? Anything humanoid enough to pass under the armor will do. We swap the droids for the prisoners, both of whom we can have suit up in the armor, and then walk right out the front door."
Fumnanya, trying to not too amused at Vejide's less than enthusiastic expression upon learning that there could be a chance that they don't need to fight at all, asks Denee, "What do you think? Looking back to Dikeledi, he asks, What about a reason to be wandering around after we drop off the prisoner?"
Dikeledi idly tugs at her left earlobe as she suggests, "Could say I want a crack at interrogating the prisoner one last time before turning him over. Or, if Nkosana or AVI could locate the target before we set down, they could assign our captive a cell nearby. Almost smiling, she tells Vejide, We'll have to subdue a few guards probably, but if we could do it quietly enough, there's a chance we could get out without raising any alarms."
"Dibs on any subduing, quiet or otherwise, needing to be dished out," Vejide says eagerly, raising a hand to volunteer herself for emphasis.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 20, 2018 3:15:08 GMT -8
Denee smiled as Dikeledi entered the conversation, bring up points that needed to be considered. She nodded along as everything being said at the table resonated. Though, she allowed a level of perplexion to show at the mention of an AVI and Dee, characters in the play with whom she had no knowledge of. Perhaps they were the masked individual and the droid.
At the slight alteration of the plans proposed by Dikeledi, Denee pulled out her tablet and began sending off messages. As Vejide commented, the server droid arrived with their food. Denee finished her string of messages and thanked the droid before raising the sound barrier up once more.
I think that plan is a sound one, and I greatly appreciate your input. I have sent a request to see if we have any droids available. Unfortunately, unless we wait a while, we won’t have any skinned and programmed HRD's to use. I think we may be able to tweak some protocol droids to get the proper movement needed. Though I would prefer to have a medical officer on hand; I believe that a couple of droids may work to get him stabilized if needed.
She paused for a moment to take a bit of her food when her datapad flickered momentarily
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Post by Dees on Dec 20, 2018 3:15:56 GMT -8
AVI had been working behind the scenes on Fumnanya's datapad. He began researching what he could of what the Jedi was speaking of. When she mentioned the orbiting Venator, AVI found the leads he needed to make the connections. It was only a few moments of searching the holonet for him to get what he needed.
Breaking into the Jedi's tablet was no real problem. Several layers of encryption later, and AVI began pouring over what he could that pertained to the mission at hand, before digging a little deeper for the fun of it. Finally, having had enough of being called a droid, he appeared on her screen as a 2D representation of the 3D sphere he preferred to take on.
If we have unskinned and unprogrammed HRD's available to utilize, that would be just fine as I can pilot them no problem.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 20, 2018 3:16:19 GMT -8
Denee looked wearily at her commandeered tablet. She contemplated destroying the device but wondered if it would have any effect on the malware that had revealed itself.
Is this Nkosana's doing? I read that he was a slicer, but to be able to take over my device entirely, that is as impressive as it is infuriating.
She sat up in the booth and began looking around to see if she could see any signs of the Nish.
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Post by Dees on Dec 20, 2018 3:16:58 GMT -8
AVI chuckled, the spherical image pulsing on her screen.
No, Nkosana is good, but this was not his doing. My name is AVI, artificial intelligence. I am not a droid.
He paused for a moment before continuing
The frame that you have seen is a good option for both intimidation and mobility, and I can commandeer any frame you give me. While a protocol droid frame would work, I believe that there is only so much you can do to smooth out their motions. If you have access to HRD's I, don’t require them to be programmed, and since they will be inside of armor, they won’t need to be skinned either. I can get access to some basic medical subroutines, but constant communication to Sango would be necessary as well. We could stabilize your brother for extraction.
You have seen my slicing abilities first hand now. I believe that once I am inside the base, I can request access to a droid charging station where I can access the systems and find your brother, stave off any impending mountain dropping, and block external communications. They may have automatic systems watching the camera feeds, if not a couple of guards. I can create video loops to spoof them for a short time
I am not certain if all these feats mentioned by Dikeledi will be possible before we all arrive unless I do so on a probe droid of some sort and get close to the base. I am fast, but prisoner movement takes time.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Dec 20, 2018 3:19:31 GMT -8
She glared at the tablet.
Artificial intelligence, huh?
She glanced over at Fumnanya with pursed lips.
You are going to make me regret this. Great. And where in the great, wide galaxy did you come across an artificial intelligence to pull onto your crew?
She shook her head and muttered
What? No. Never mind. Yes, uh, AVI was it?
She sighed. This revelation was a bit more than she was expecting. She paused as she collected herself then spoke calmly.
I will look and see if we have easy access to any HRD's that can be utilized. A bit more expensive than other options, but they will be easier to pass as humanoid.
She sighed again.
And since my planned slicer will be restrained with us, I guess you will be the option to rely upon. Though, I do not want to risk them knowing of us ahead of time. We will have to operate on the fly, and we will have to wait for physical access to get the information we need.
She looked over at Dikeledi
I do not believe they will argue with us wanting to continue our escort to the cell. Not many are qualified to handle and restrain a Jedi, even subdued. They may even be grateful that we aren’t ding-dong-ditching the package at the door.
She smiled.
We can ham it up a little, have "Nkosana" force choke you or one of the prison guards a little to "prove" he is too strong for them to handle. It would be me, of course, doing it from inside the armor, but our team could quickly react to "subdue" him again.
She air quoted to further emphasize her statements and nodded as she finished.
The restraint table we will bring him in on is a modified one that the First Order typically uses. It has electroshock, but greatly turned down. More for theatrics than anything, but it does provide a light tingling. Inside we can put anything we want. Weapons, medical supplies, a thermonuclear warhead...
She smiled and took a bite of her food.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 7:38:59 GMT -8
Fumnanya offers Denee an innocent grin when, after AVI has revealed himself to her, she once more repeats her assertion that she will live to regret her decision to recruit them to aid in the attempted extraction of her twin, refraining from comment to let her go on with her thoughts about ways to tweak the initial plan in light of all that has been lain on the table and suggested by the others.
Dikeledi nods after Denee has concluded her suggestion revisions, agreeing, "Medical supplies for sure. Sango should be able to give us an idea of what we should have on hand to stabilize your brother. Data spikes to . . ."
Interrupting Dikeledi as he rubs the bridge of his nose, Fumnanya suggests, "We have some time to make all those decisions, looking over to Denee as he asks, Right? We aren't doing this tomorrow, so let's take a breather for now, get the rest of the crew together and get their input."
Dikeledi shrugs a shoulder in reply to Fumnanya's suggestion that they take a step back for the time being, asking Denee, "Where and when do you want to meet next?"
Vejide snorts in amusement, "Like she's really gonna let us out of her sight now. Turning to Denee, she asks, So, you wanna hold us in our vacation house or your Venator?"
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