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It only took a few minutes for Cal to find the blast zone, that her contractors had told her of. They had said their own troops would follow in behind her to secure the area. She wondered if any of the men she had already passed, heading to some place or another, was one of them; she probably wouldn't have any idea until they identified themselves, which probably would be foolish in a high-scale operation like this. Still, she was curious. She never could help it.
Now was not the time to ask questions however; now was the time to do.
She soon found the door to the backup power core, thrumming gently in case the garrison's power was cut off. Unfortunately for the Republic soldiers who had wasted the time to build imperialist bases everywhere, it was an older model. One of the models that would probably explode spectacularly given enough juice.
Her hand went into her backpack, reaching for a hacking device as she quickly checked her surroundings to make sure no one was coming. With a few button presses, the simple lock to the engine room was disabled, and the door swung open on creaking, rusty hinges of its own accord. She could tell that pretty much no one had been here in ages, due to the dust scattered everywhere fluttering as she took her tentative steps into the room. Once again, the Trandoshan propped the door open, leaving a sign reading "ROUTINE MAINTENANCE" in front of the door while she set to work rigging the reactor. As far as she knew, the others were bringing the explosives to make sure everything was doubly-dead. But if there was any evidence the reactor had simply malfunctioned (evidence which she was forging at this very moment), the Republic wouldn't suspect a thing. Hopefully it would be done by the time her comrades had arrived.
Now was not the time to ask questions however; now was the time to do.
She soon found the door to the backup power core, thrumming gently in case the garrison's power was cut off. Unfortunately for the Republic soldiers who had wasted the time to build imperialist bases everywhere, it was an older model. One of the models that would probably explode spectacularly given enough juice.
Her hand went into her backpack, reaching for a hacking device as she quickly checked her surroundings to make sure no one was coming. With a few button presses, the simple lock to the engine room was disabled, and the door swung open on creaking, rusty hinges of its own accord. She could tell that pretty much no one had been here in ages, due to the dust scattered everywhere fluttering as she took her tentative steps into the room. Once again, the Trandoshan propped the door open, leaving a sign reading "ROUTINE MAINTENANCE" in front of the door while she set to work rigging the reactor. As far as she knew, the others were bringing the explosives to make sure everything was doubly-dead. But if there was any evidence the reactor had simply malfunctioned (evidence which she was forging at this very moment), the Republic wouldn't suspect a thing. Hopefully it would be done by the time her comrades had arrived.