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Vako hardly knew what to make of the event that transpired in front of him. Some young near human wandered in and skillfully dispatched the guard that was standing out front. It was a display that was rare in the world that the Toydarian came from. Most of the folks he dealt with did not do much hand to hand. It was blow down the door and shred everything inside and move on.

The shock of the individual that entered put Vako in such a place that he was not sure if this was his only chance at escape or someone who was there to kill him. He did not move from his position at the bars though, just kept all three digits on each finger wrapped around them.

But the persons demeanor changed to a very calm, and Vako just eyed side to side as he was addressed.

"I uh..." Vako started. "Had a dispute with a foreman regarding wage discrepancy." Vako stated. "Bosses didn't take well to it."

Vako was not sure if he was about to be left in the cell or allowed to go free, but he watched with skeptical eyes at what the person was doing, fiddling around in the console on a mission Vako didn't know.

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Zathria listened intently to everything the woman explained. They had a lot of work to do, but they also had the information to get it done. Information, assets, and access was more than enough to make this happen.

And to you, she said to the other woman before stepping out once again and slipping her own mask back on.

Navigating through the factory was relatively easy in disguise. They had a map of the facility for reference, and that made the trip quick. That was the easy part, but the hard part was yet to come.

Block T was filled with high explosives, which meant that it wasn't accessible to just anyone. The first layer was the keycard which was dealt with with the help of the magistrate. Beyond that was a pair of security guards checking credentials and making sure no unauthorized personnel were entering.

Zathria's eyes scanned quickly over the area, looking for their easiest route in. A mind trick was always an option, but whenever dealing with Sith or Sith-adjacent forces that always felt questionable.

The upside was that Block T wasn't accessible to most people, which meant that any trouble they made was less likely to be come across.

I can take the one on the right, you want the one on the left? she asked. This above all the other parts of the clear would have to be done carefully lest a prolonged conflict bring about unwanted attention. @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Isen @The Steel Stag @Morse @Fantasy Liver
 

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“Well that’s inauspicious,” Vahn said as a wide winged heavy loader descended from above on a south-bound trajectory. The angle of descent looked like it would make a landing several klicks down along its path. That was problematic. A transport hadn’t been planned for this day; someone somewhere down the Sith chain of command must have modified the transport of materielle. That’s an unneeded moving part in this plan. But then again, that’s what reserves are for.

“Keep the freighter’s engines warmed, Ralta. I’ll be right back.” Vahn said into his private line to the droid at the ship. He switched to a Jedi channel and clicked the transmission button three times; a pre-arranged signal that he was moving out of position to deal with a complication.

He kicked his speeder into gear, and hugged the inner curve of the plateau as it sloped off towards the wake of the loader’s descent. He checked the distance occasionally, making sure he didn’t get too close to any of the known Sith patrols or watchposts. It’s only when he came to the edge of a shallow cliff that he stopped, and whistled to himself as he looked out over the field before him..

He’d certainly found the loader. It had landed in the middle of an arms depot, crates of munitions, and armored vehicles of varying configurations parked in place. The Sith worked fast, sure enough. The outpost had been little more than a watch tower during the planning phase but now there was enough material to serve as a suppressing force to any local uprising. He’d bet every credit he had, which wasn’t much, but still, that they had a direct line to the Sullustan city network down below where they could make all kinds of a mess. Well then,time to make some mischief.

Vahn shouldered his robes; a dark, charcoal grey to blend in with the obsidian landscape around him, and slowly picked his way through cover to get to the outpost’s level on foot.It was difficult in places, but he was no stranger to traversing broken terrain. He had brought along some detonators for just this sort of business but he doubted they could do the amount of damage needed to knock this depot offline.

He thanked The Force as he channeled it, allowing him the extra speed and coordination to dodge between unsuspecting eyes as he approached. Cover was sparse from the rock face to the durasteel panelled floors of the outpost, but he managed, tucking in behind a small formation of cargo containers. A safe place.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice came from just around the corner. Vahn looked up in surprise. A sith military laborer in a full work uniform; bright orange vest and everything was sitting there on a handful of spare tires, a cup of steaming brew in one hand and half an uneaten sandwich in the other.

“You know what, forget about it, I’m calling security,” he continued, reaching for a comm switch on his shoulder.

“You will tell me where the big booms are being kept,” Vahn said, waving his hand while reaching out with The Force. The worker’s eyes went dull instantaneously.

“I will… tell you where the big booms are being kept,” the sith worker said, frozen mid motion before gesturing vaguely to a small chrome structure on the far end of the depot.

“You will tell me who has the access codes, and tell me where to find them.”

“I will tell you who has the access codes. Lieutenant Sonhut should still be having his meal in his private bunk.”

“Thank you,” Vahn said. “When you wake up you will walk as far as you can towards the nearest location that’s safe.”

“When I wake up I will walk to the nearest safe location,” There was a moment of confusion even in those hazey eyes.

The worker didn’t have time to shake himself out of his mental fog before Vahn seized him by an arm, and then turned, using the torque of the twist of his hips to fling the worker onto the ground at his feet with a dull thud. The lights went out when Vahn dropped his whole weight into a single, solid punch to the worker’s head that left him cold. He then set about removing the worker’s uniform for his own use.


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"That right?" Hannibal asked rhetorically of the Toydarian as he pulled a series of wires out from the security console and plugged some new device in, which he sat back in a random empty space within before closing it up again. Only then did he turn to look at the imprisoned Toydarian. He was in a cell adjacent to a couple other workers. Hannibal looked at those two, then the supervisor, who gave him a vague sort of shrug.

"Never got issued a uniform I see." All the same he hit a series of buttons on the console to unlock and open the cells so the prisoners could rejoin the remaining workers. "Just so y'know if you're secretly a Sith agent I'll kick you in your species specific genitals." He really would. Wouldn't be the first time, either.

The agent on the ground was removed of his outer uniform and credentials before being tossed into a cell that was re-locked and Hannibal switched into the new operations jacket and cap. The shoulders were alright but the sleeves were too damn short, as usual, so he just rolled them up neatly over his shirt sleeves.


"On the other hand if you're not a fan and wanna get outta here maybe follow me. Might go well, right?" The young man laughed, to the supervisors immediate confusion, before patting the supervisor on the shoulder. Back at the console he plugged in his datapad. He'd received the data from Sevrin and, after inserting the operative's commlink and card, sent that frequency information and security access codes to all the Jedi on the ground. Best to keep an ear to things, right?

"Now if you'll excuse me I've gotta go be really annoyin'." He gave the supervisor a knowing look. "Y'got my number if somethin' changes. Stay low and keep calm, yeah?"

Then he walked right out. With a map in hand he'd be able to find best where trouble for the others would come from and, thus, where best to cause trouble himself. Hannibal sent a message to the others to let him know he was on route to make summoning reinforcements difficult while Ego handled watching over the security room and the surveillance connected to the factory.


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Following the Sith guard from a safe distance and not getting noticed proved incredibly easy for Isen. The Sith operatives were too good to use the same restroom the Sullustan workers had here. There was a private bathroom for the Sith operatives that owned one stall, a sink, and absolute privacy. The Sith operatives here, be they guards or spies, had a sense that they were superior and untouchable. Or, they had never been tested and their guard was down. Either way, this particular guard was beyond negligent. He also carried the E-11 carbine, and the dummy leaned it against the outside wall of the private bathroom and went inside.

Some of these people deserve to still be here when this place goes down to tunnel town, Isen thought to himself. He picked up the rifle and checked the settings. He set it to stun and waited at the door. He could easily kick it down and get to business, but he didn't want to interrupt the Sith while he was taking care of his own business. Besides, sometimes when folks got stunned, they lost their bladder. Isen was going to be wearing this pants soon...he would prefer they be dry.

Isen could sense the door sliding open before it did, and he raised the blaster to chest level. When the officer opened the door, he looked confused. Not scared. Not angry. Just confused. The Jedi asked him, "Are you sure you got it all out?"

"Huh? Why do you have my bl..."

Isen shot with him the blaster on the stun setting and the guard crumpled to the floor. The Jedi picked the guard up and plopped him on the toilet inside. He pressed the button to shut the door behind him, and it was then that Isen figured out why the guard left the gun outside. It was an incredibly tight squeeze. But, the Jedi Knight would make it work. He stripped the guard of his clothes with the intentions of making a quick change. However, as he was taking the pants off the guard, a small clear bag fell out of his pocket. Isen picked it up and inspected it. Spice.

"Hmph..." Isen decided to go ahead and strip him bare on the toilet. The guard exchanged his security suit for his bathroom suit and didn't even know it. Isen opened the bag of spice and poured a straight line on the flat surface on the edge of the sink. "Poor spice abusers," Isen said mindlessly as he used the guard's ID to line it up like it was ready to snort. "Have a good job, probably a nice family. Then one day...they get found butt-naked in the workplace bathroom."

Isen opened an eyelid of the stunned and KO'd guard to check his pupil. He looked pretty high already. He probably did come in here to use. He would live, but everyone would be left to believe that this was the result of some poor life choices. Maybe he was doing the guy a favor and his employer would set him up with some sort of rehab plan. Or course, we were talking about the Sith, so the kindness factor probably wasn't in play. Isen picked up the blaster and his old scrap metal furnace coveralls and walked out dressed like a Sith guard to catch up with Drow. He read his datapad on the way to catch back up with his fellow Jedi Knight to get his instructions.

"Looks like it's up to us to get a vehicle to Block T that can we load the explosives into," Isen said to Drow. "Any bright ideas on where we can score one? I don't remember seeing any easy targets on the way in."


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Drow paused and thought for a moment. The guards and workers all probably walked to work or took a hovertrain so no easy vehicles around the vicinity...

"I might have something." Drow said, whipping out the commlink on his guard uniform's utility belt. and glanced down at his own nametag. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak, trying his best to remember proper comm protocol from his mercenary days.

"This is Roggleston calling in to base. Over."

"This is base. Over."

"Looks like Jensen passed out on his smoke break. Fumes may have gotten to him. Requesting an ambulance. Over."

"Why are you bothering base with this? Just call the clinic. Over." Drow froze, damning himself for his stupidity. But it seemed like luck was on his side today.

"Never mind - we're up now. We'll call in an ambulance to your location. Standby. Over. "

Drow thanked the operator, switched off the commlink and gave a cheeky grin to Isen. A hovering ambulance would have ample room in the back for explosives.

"Figure we take care of the paramedics and then bring the ambulance over to Block T. Even the Sith will think twice before stopping an ambulance." Drow explained his plan to Isen, hoping the Kiffar was on board.

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This agent, an operative of something that Vako couldn't begin to guess, saw through the ruse immediately. Of course it was obvious enough, Vako was wearing the armor of a thug and was almost as likely to be someone clubbing the workers down as he was to be someone that worked there. Ironically he was simply nabbed up in an unfortunate circumstance and we was more then willing to get out and change his circumstance.

When the notation the uniform came up, Vako did nothing to dispute. He simply put up his hands and fluttered out. "Dead to rights." Vako noted. "I sure as shill aint a local... but I got no love for this occupation either."

The Toydarian fluttered over to a security locker where the weapons that were on his person were kept when he was detained. He retrieved his pistol and sword. His rifle was resting above them, apparently it was located from where he had hastily hidden it. He charged and primed the weapon, safety off and on anything but stun.

"Don't know who you are, stranger." Vako said to the strange near human that saved him. "but a debts a debt. you sprung me so you got an extra rifle at your back for the time being. Just say who's for shooting and I'll handle it."

Vako did not know if he was dealing with someone way out of his league, or even what this person was doing. But he had no loyalty in the situation, just necessitating a way out and a perhaps picking up some value on the way out.

He followed with Hannibal at a close flutter, his wings batting rapidly to keep the pace and an eye for... whatever might be a threat to... whatever they were doing.

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Sevrin nodded when they came across the two guards, “We will want their keycards,” He observed, “Probably has some Sith only access that they wouldn’t have trusted Phoeya with,” The Sephi looked around to confirm that they were alone before he made his way over to his designated guard, allowing Zathria to do the same with hers.

Unsurprisingly, they were asked about their credentials at once. Sevrin worked in concert with Zathria, moving swiftly to land a quick blow to the side of the head of his guard to knock him out. He had no intention of doing a long, drawn out fight when time was of the essence. Sevrin was one of the few Jedi within the order that had begun to study Morichro. While he hadn’t mastered it, he had some of the basics down and applied them to slow down body functions to keep the guards in an unconscious state longer. No Jedi Knights were permitted to fully use Morichro and he glanced over at Zathria and hoped she wouldn’t rat him out.

The Sephi helped hide the two guards somewhere discreet before the coast was clear. He looked over at Zathria, “Start gathering the explosives, I’ll man the terminal and get our friends through,” He stated as he took the Sith keycard and went over to find the central terminal.

Once Sevrin found it, he used the keycard to access the map of the entire facility and the security controls in place. To his delight he could control the doors and entry systems to block people out or let them in. He pulled up his comlink and contacted Drow and Isen on their secure channel, “I have visual on the facility. Let me know your position when you have the vehicle and I will clear your path. Meet us in Block T.”

It was then that Phoeya commed him that she had the upper level management all in a conference room, and he noted where that was on the map. She was located several levels above. She also mentioned that she briefed her other Sullustan floor managers of what was happening and they would begin to prepare the workers for a full scale riot.

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Zathria approached her target in sync with Sevrin, nodding and reaching back as if to grab her credentials when they were requested. She produced them in her hand but before the man had a chance to look at them, her other hand lashed out. The Force slammed him back and hammered his head into the wall behind him with enough Force to send him crumpling to the ground. A second kick to the head took the man from dazed to unconscious.

If Zathria was bothered by Sevrin's move it didn't show. After all, she'd just kicked a guy into unconsciousness. There was no way that what Sev had done was worse than that in her mind.

She dragged her guard away into hiding and took a quick look around. Yes, they had lots of useful tools here.

On it, she said, disappearing inside and grabbing a hovercart to start loading the equipment. Several crates of high explosives, remote detonators, back up blasting cord, and more. And she didn't just get one cart. She had three. All of them were packed with explosives, enough to bring the facility down a couple of times over. No harm in being prepared as they said. @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Isen @The Steel Stag @Morse @Fantasy Liver
 

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Hannibal seemed to pay little attention the Toydarian's acquisition of his gear and weaponry in the background while he stuffed operatives into cells, although he did actually respond.

"Does anyone, really? 'Side from the Sith, natch." Then off he went with the Toydarian fluttering in tow, taking a left from the factory floor to head into the network of underground tunnels and spaces that made up most of Sullust's populated areas. "Not much shootin' for the near future. With any luck, anyways."

Unlike what one might find in a standard-issue holofilm the halls around the Sith complexes were far from empty and unguarded. Rather than sneaking around however he took to simply looking much like he belonged there and had places to be. Lots of people worked and every one wasn't exactly familiar to everyone else. Hannibal and his escort managed to pass through unquestioned due to a mix of subtle Force nudges to people's thoughts and the more practical skills.

Hannibal also received the messages from the others and sent one of his own informing them he could handle distraction and sabotage just fine. He would just need the signal to cause real trouble.

The young Jedi walked to the sealed entrance to the armour garage's command and control station and looked at the puzzled guard outside it. Hannibal put some space magic oomph into his convincing skills.


"Why-?" "Let me in." "Okay." "You've been fired. Go home." "Aww..."

And in they went while the guard wandered off with a bowed head. Only the head officer inside really made note of the "operative's" entrance by straightening slightly and trying to look busy at his station.

It was an awkward sort of silence, with the officer glancing toward Hannibal and the Toydarian at regular intervals. Hannibal broke it.

"So," he asked in a crisp military clip that drew the direct attention of the three Sith officers. "Do you like bread?"

The soldiers stared at him instead of their screens while the cameras moved off to the side a little bit, unnoticed.

And then promptly and in short order became weak-kneed and sleepy-eyed, lost focus, and passed out at their stations.

Hannibal lowered the hand he'd raised and walked over to check on them.


"Keep an eye out, wouldja? I'd like to not be interrupted."


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A good plan is a good plan and Drow's idea had a lot of positives. An ambulance not only could hold explosives, but it would also hide them as the vehicle was enclosed. Open air speeders might cause some specision, but an ambulance could literally be heading anywhere at any time.

"I think you're onto something good, friend. Let me see if I can't play the part of sick Mr. Jensen," Isen said with a grin.

The pair walked to where the ambulance would be picking them up, and Isen laid down as if he the hot air and chemicals and whatever else gave people trouble in factories was floating around in there. He put his head down and put one hand on his head and one hand on his stomach. Leave nothing to chance. Jensen would just be sick every which way possible.

When the repulsorcraft ambulance arrived, Drow was standing by Isen, and the Sullustan paramedic hopped out and nodded to Isen. "This must be Jensen, huh? Just a little woozy? And we're calling an ambulance? You guys are taking too much advantage of your special Sith healthcare benefits package if you ask me."

Isen waited until the paramedic held out his hand to help Isen up, and he looked up and grin. "Not a fan of the Sith are you?"

The paramedic backed up with his hands in the air. "Look, I'm sorry...I was out of line. I didn't mean anything by it."

Isen stood and patted the Sullustan on the shoulder. "Don't worry. We're not with those guys, and we feel the same as you. We'd like to play a little...prank on the Sith administration here at the factory. You wouldn't mind would you?"

The Sullustan's eyes lit up and he broke into a wide smile. "What are you planning? Can I help?"

"I can't tell you that, but I can tell you, that it will be marvelous. All you have to do is keep it under your hat and after the fact, tell everyone that we hijacked your vehicle," Isen told him.

"Yeah...yeah...I can do that," the paramedic said. He waved them to the ambulance and said, "Have a joy ride. And enjoy! Wait! Punch me. Make me bruise."

Isen looked at Drow and lifted a brow.

"Come on. If I don't look like I put up a fight, the Sith will have my hide after this all over. But take it easy...my people are pale and we bruise easily."

Isen shrugged at Drow and figured it did make some sense. He sighed told the paramedic to brace himself. Isen gave him a pretty good looping right, a shot that wouldn't break his jaw, but would come in an angle so that he could hit him in the cheek and eliminate the risk of breaking his nose or the bones around the eye. The Sullustan crumpled to the floor and Isen drew his face wondering if he hit him too hard. But, the Sullustan hopped up and said, "Woooo! That's better than a cup of caf in the morning, boy!"

Isen laughed and gave the Sullustan his thanks for playing a big part in the prank on the bad guys. Together, Drow and Isen took the ambulance to block T where he they would be getting their instructions from Sevrin in person, and Isen figured loading up the ambulance with whatever it was going to take to bring this factory down a few levels...in a heap.

Nobody stops an ambulance, so the two made it the facility completely unobstructed. Isen and Sevrin communicated on comms on where to park the ambulance for loading, and Isen placed it where instructed. He got out and looked at the team that had arrived and patted the ambulance. "Drow's idea. I have to say...I think he came up with a winner."

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Moving through the facility had suddenly become easy. Very easy. Supernaturally easy. The man that Vako was traversing the halls with seemed to have either the most uncanny luck or was being guided by some sort of divine force. Vako felt as though this was an entirely familiar situation to him, something that he'd seen only once before, and it was not on particularly good terms.

Coruscant. The Estate job. The space wizards. Jedi.

That put Vako in a sort of state of fear. He recognized all the signs of those tricks that were used to track him that night. But after barely escaping those uncanny tracking ability, Vako was worried about what higher purpose this wizard may be serving.

But then again... This was far from the control of anything friendly to them it seemed. This place was under Sith occupation. It seemed as though this being was working with a group, but no telling how many, and probably not able to handle the overwhelming firepower the Sith could put into play on a moments notice.

Vako kept his mouth shut. Hardly having even the ability to get his rifle up in time to handle anything that even seemed like it was out of hand. The entire experience was entirely surreal. Still he did not want to draw unneeded attention to his own past, just wanted to keep seeing if the way out would be coming up.

"So uhh...." Vako started, turning to face the door, guarding as requested "What uhh.... what are we lookin' for... or doin' here?" Perhaps that was a step too far since whatever was happening probably took a lot more planning then Vako had put together when he just broke into the facility. But if he had any idea of what was going on... he might have a better idea on how to come out on top.

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"Don't want to take too much credit. Sevrin here's the one who wanted a vehicle - I just wanted to get him a nice one!" Drow joked in response to Isen's claims, before hopping out of the hover ambulance and helping the team unload the explosives. It required some finagling and much of the medical equipment had to be tossed out but eventually, they got it all to fit. Drow would ordinarily feel guilty about depriving the Sullustans of medical care but, given that this was the ambulance of an occupying force, he got the sense that the Sullustans' health weren't high on the Sith's list of priorties anyways. Nevertheless, he made a mental note that if there was time when the dust settled to visit some Sullustans in the hospitals and put his Force Healing to good use.

"Master Grayza, Isen and I took out quite a few guards by the factory and I imagine the Sith have probably caught wind of it by now. Them swarming on the factory might actually be a good distraction for us to do our thing if you wanted to keep them confined there. Over." Drow suggested to Hannibal on the Jedi's secure channel via commlink.

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Sevrin was more than impressed when the Knights showed up with an ambulance. He barely had to do any work on his end to get them the clearances necessary. The Sephi nodded in appreciation, looking from Isen to Drow, “Excellent,” He said, “Take the explosives down to the tunnels and plant them strategically to bring down the entire Sith base. I’ve sent you both the base schematics so you know where to make it collapse. I will set off an alarm just in the tunnels to clear that space out so you have time.”

The Sephi glanced over at Zathria, “I will meet up with Hans now and prepare for the battle that’ll come once the base collapses. You can come with me now or meet me later,” He got the keycards that Phoeya had given them, handing them over to Isen and Drow, “These will get you easily into the tunnels and override any doors that close from the alarms. Meet us on the surface as soon as everything is planted and you are ready to detonate.”

Sevrin offered a rare smile at the other Jedi, “Let’s do this,” He said before watching the bomb squad leave with the ambulance. He went back to the terminal and set off a security alarm in the tunnels. The entire sequence would work out beautifully with all the Sith operatives there rushing out and an ambulance going in. No one would question or stop the vehicle. As soon as the Sith made it over to another room far away, Sevrin locked down the doors to prevent them from getting out. None of them had the right authority to override the doors.

Sevrin left it at that and turned to leave the room, making his way over towards Hans.

He brought his comlink up to contact the Councilor, keeping an eye out to ensure the coast was clear, “Phase One is close to wrapping up, I’m coming to your location. Arm the Sullustans and get them to surface. We’ll have a big fight on our hands once this thing blows.”

Sevrin was normally a very calm and collected individual, but even he couldn’t help the jitters that came from anticipation.

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Zathria pushed the hovercarts around to the vehicle and her eyebrow went up as she saw that it was an ambulance. Well there it was. Large enough to pack some explosives and with clearance to most places most likely.

She helped them load up the explosives, and picked a few pieces of medical gear from the back of the ambulance, throwing them in a satchel. If they were going to be lost anyway, might as well take them with her for the coming battle.

She glanced at Sev as he talked about what he was going to do next. She chewed thoughtfully on the inside of her lip, glancing at the ambulance and then at the explosives.

I'll go with you. That way they'll have more room in the back for explosives. If there's a proper battle that'll be taking place, I'll be more useful there, she said. The duo and their ambulance looked as though they should be able to cover things below.

Force be with you, she said to Isen and Drow, giving a two finger salute as they prepared to leave.

She headed after Sev, watching as the doors closed down.

We should take out their security control tower during the assault, she suggested. Sending feedback through their comms can throw the defense into disarray, she said. @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Isen @The Steel Stag @Morse @Fantasy Liver
 

Hannibal Grayza

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Good news! He hadn't killed them, they were just really, really unconscious. 'Course they might die later when things went boom-shaped but that was a worry for, y'know, later. In the meantime, there was now an insurgent Jedi in an important control station and that was bad news for the occupying Sith forces. Very bad news indeed.

"Makin' the Sith real damn sad, that's what," Hannibal answered with complete irrereverence, "Me, though, I'm securin' weapons and armour. The tank kind, not the vest kind." Although there were handheld weapons stored here as well since the whole set up was more or less connected in blocks. Using the officer's card he got himself access to the terminals and started tip-tapping away to get a couple things done, including completely disabling the area's camera network.

Then he transferred access credentials to Ego back in the factory, who promptly used them to unlock the storage room for completed arms set to ship normally inaccessible to the workers and staff. Within was no shortage of rifles and power packs used by the Sith forces, all stored in crates. The workers had the means to open the crates just fine and would get themselves situated in well enough order. The supervisor was also given a more specific message by Hannibal to get the vehicular test crew ready.

"C'mon, wing it!"

Hannibal leapt up from the console and went down a stairway into the garage itself. He pointed toward one of the main battle tanks resting on the garage floor. "Can y'fire that thing? Ah whatever, just get it powered up."

Sevrin's alarm had also done the unfortunate job- for the Sith, anyway- of keeping attention off the garage. If there had been any engineers nearby there weren't now.

"Got the factory covered. Over." Hannibal switched over to the line for Sevrin. "Roger that. They're gonna have a bad time. Over."

With the cameras down and no personnel nearby there was a very quick and easy way to make these tanks useless. Sol's lightsaber was produced from beneath his jacket and ignited in brilliant silver.

By the time Sevrin would arrive the Jedi Councilor was in the middle of dismantling tanks by slicing through their cannon barrels and repulsorlifts, saving only two for actual use. The one he'd told Vako to start up and the one he could slave to it's controls.



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Isen Ramm

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Well, they had everything they needed. He had the vehicle loaded with explosives and Sevrin handed him the keycard to get access to the tunnels. They were really going to do this thing. When Isen signed on to this deal, he had no idea just how involved he would be. He had disabled cameras, stolen a vehicle, beaten up Sith operatives, left one naked and framed to be high on the job, and now he was about to blow the underground tunnels to kingdom come so the Sith base would collapse into subterranean crater.

It certainly wasn't what he expected out of his Jedi career, but here he was. "We'll get it done. May the Force be with you," he told Sevrin and Zathria. He looked at Drow and said, "Let's go blow some stuff up."

Isen hopped in the driver's side and Drow in the passenger side. It drove quite a bit differently when it was loaded down, and it took longer to get up to speed, but Isen managed despite not having a ton of experience flying or driving. When Isen was safely far enough away from the meetup spot at block T to not draw attention to the rest of his team, he hit the sirens and stepped on the accelerator. With the alarms going off, Sullustan and Sith alike were booking it out of the factory. The ambulance was going against the grain of traffic, but nobody gave it a second look with it being an emergency vehicle.

Isen weaved his way through the factory machinery in the ambulance, and he saw the last of the Sith tunnel guards exiting the tunnels and running to safety. Isen backed the ambulance next to the tunnel door and hopped out in his Sith guard uniform. He was like the ambulance- hidden in plain sight. He opened the back and took another look at the explosives. Isen looked at Drow and said, "It'll be hard, but I think we can manage this one trip."

Isen packed up half of the explosives and ran inside, leaving Drow the other half. Isen started placing the explosives in the tunnels at places that would do the most damage- on the ceilings in vaulted area that had less rock and earth between it and the Sith base floor, on weight-bearing columns, and the like. As he approached the back of the tunnel, he laid eyes on the power source for the Sith base, all buildings and electrics associated with it- a large thermal oscillator. It was guarded once again by a durasteel wall with slits so that it could get air and release heat, but also protect it from human damage. There was a blast door leading to it with with a keycard-protected lock. "Could I be so lucky?" Isen walked over and tried to his keycard. It worked, but a keypad started flashing. It also required a code. "Of course not," Isen said under his breath.

He considered how much time it take, but figured it was worth the risk. He pulled out both lightsabers and cut himself into the door. He put his last two explosives on either side of the oscillator and blew air out of his pursed lips. This thing was going to blow sky high. He started sprinting back to the ambulance and said his comms, "Drow, buddy...I put two explosives on a thermal oscillator that powers the base and probably more. This thing is going to cause a serious seismic shift, buddy. Go ahead and get in the driver's seat and let's get outta here."


OOC: Legwork is done. I'll give you the joy of writing the kaboomy-boom!

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Drow Venn

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For his part, Drow did his best to remember what parts of the base took damage from the fighting last time and which parts would be most vulnerable structurally. After he'd placed his last explosive upon a support column, the Ishi Tib found himself feeling oddly nostalgic. His younger days spent as a soldier weren't exactly fond memories for him; the shame at some of his actions and his violent lifestyle still bothered him to this day. Even worse, was the realization that even after becoming a Jedi that violence still seemed to plague him at every turn. But damn if blowing something up wasn't as fun now as it was back then.

"I like your thinking, Isen! Now, let's get the hell out of here!" Drow said, flooring the accelerator and speeding the ambulance out of the facility. He could only imagine the look on the Sullustan paramedic's face when he realized just how massive this "prank" he participated in turned out to be. Gauging the power of the explosives and what Isen had told him about the oscillator, Drow waited a good amount of time and distance before hitting the detonator.

"Here we go! Woohoo!" Drow called out as he hit the button, having fun despite himself.

"Earth-shattering" would ordinarily be a great way to describe the painfully bright explosions that shot out through the very foundations of the base but it didn't do it justice today. For one thing, the earth didn't "shatter" so much as it imploded. As the ambulance traveled across the surface, Drow could see in the rear mirrors the explosions, fame, and smoke rise up from the depths of the base before the entire thing; ground and all collapsed in upon itself, leaving a massive crater that Drow was sure to be there for generations to come. While the explosions were fun to watch, afterwards Drow was left with a sinking feeling of the devastation to nature that war often brought. He had accepted that the Jedi were at war with the Sith and he was prepared to do what it took to bring victory to the Order as quickly as possible but that didn't mean the journey to get there was going to be a pleasant one.

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Vahn Berand

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Vahn dusted his vest off as he made sure the Sith uniform was appropriately worn. Badges in place, identification cards set, that set at just the right sort of jaunty angle. Great! This would allow him some degree of cover as he wandered out into the assorted crowd at the outpost. A generous application of The Force to avert eyes, redirect cameras and avoid choice questions helped him maintain his path.

He made his way casually, almost meandering in his pace towards the barracks; an austere two story building that sat just off of the center of the outposts’s loading and receiving yard. There was entrance on the ground level, as well as at the top of a matte iron set of stairs that lead up to a balcony on the second floor. Getting to the building was easy enough, but he doubted workers would be granted free access within. His intuition indicated workers would have their own, less imposing habitation elsewhere.

Vahn’s eyes flicked up the stairway. If he was a betting man the officer would be up there. However, no sooner than he had started ascending the steps did a voice bark out from behind him.

“Stop there! What business do you think you have with the Lieutenant?” Vahn froze. Damn it. He slowly turned, and faced down on a uniformed Sith trooper.

“Well, Sir, you see…”

“Haven’t seen you around here before…”

“No, no you wouldn’t, Sir. I’m new, see. I was supposed to be loading some extra munitions back at the armory, but, see...I don’t think I’ve been authorized. Something's wrong with the system.”

The soldier’s eyes narrowed. Suspicion flickered briefly before he moved to push past Vahn.

“I think we’d better talk to the Lieutenant about this issue directly," the trooper side, and moved towards the second of several portals on the balcony. Vahn watched him thumb a buzzer on the door.

“Oh, one more thing.” Vahn said, tapping the soldier on the shoulder.

“You think you should leave us alone for a few minutes, things could get messy,” Vahn flexed with The Force. The soldier seemed hesitant, conflict shining in his eyes for a few moment before they went placid. It took more effort to sway his mind than he expected; it was unlikely he’d be able to pull the same trick the further up the ranks he went. Obedience and conformity was less emphasized the more power one had.

“I think I should leave you two alone for a few minutes. Things could get messy,” the trooper stated, his inflection flat before he turned to walk back down the stairs to the ground level below.

“Thanks, pal!” Vahn said, forcing a laugh as the trooper walked off just in time for the door to slide open.

“Lieutenant Sonhut?” Vahn asked, peeking his head around the corner. Lieutenant Sonhut was a well put together man; white haired and heavy set, but with the vestige of strength from his youth still visible through the clean lines of his uniform. The older man puffed his mustache out, and leveled an angry glare on the Jedi.

“I don’t like being disturbed, what is it? This had better be important”

“Oh, yes sir, it’s very important. Incredibly important. I just got back from the armory and I overheard one of the techs commenting on strange access logs. Seems there’s been unusual access and they’re worried about missing inventory. Wouldn’t be any of my concern but one of the techs said they were trying to find a way to hide it. Something’s strange going on afoot, sir. I figured it’d be best to bring it up to you before anyone else, seeing as you have the access codes,” Vahn lied.

“Into the armory?” The officer asked, one hand raising to a data cylinder at his breast. Vahn’s eyes narrowed; was that a reflex? “Wait, I don’t have anyone doing maintenance work on the security systems for another standard week. What are you talking ab-”

“Access codes are in that data cylinder, right?” The look of surprise and realization was all the confirmation Vahn needed.

“Wha-” the words were choked off. Vahn reached forward with The Force, and seized the portly man, slamming him face first into the cool flooring below with a sick crunch. Vahn winced, and waited just long enough to make sure there weren’t any approaching footsteps before he crossed the room to retrieve the cylinder. He paused just long enough to check the man’s pulse. Steady, but the officer was definitely out of it now.

The clock was ticking with every moment of unconsciousness so Vahn collected himself and slowly exited the room. He kept his eyes downcast, his hat held in his hands to give the greatest impression that he had just been chewed out for some manner of dereliction of duty. There likely weren’t many ways workers would find themselves in a Sith barracks, but he doubted the ones that existed would leave room for much cheer afterwards. Especially not that guy. He'd had quite the awful mood radiating off of him. Like razors and shoe polish, he was.

It wasn’t uncommon for military bases of various sorts to sequester their volatile ammunition and explosive devices in a separate magazine on base. It would be a normal sight for a worker to be moving material back and forth, but it took willpower to maintain the steady, casual pace he had been cutting. More than once he touched the bright vest, where he had stashed his lightsaber on an inside pocket. Along the way, he “requisitioned” a stray metal case that would do well to hide whatever munitions he found.

The magazine was located to the rear of the outpost, just far enough away from the other handful of buildings wouldn’t be immediately imperiled in the event of an untimely detonation; it did had a straight line back onto the loading yard and the scattering of military vehicles ready to suppress any uprisings. He couldn’t allow that.

The data cylinder slipped easily into a porthole on the side of the entrance, and Vahn waited uneasily. He could always cut his way in, but he wanted to reduce the chances of having to fight his way out. He breathed a sigh of relief as a series of lights around the cylinder lit up green, and then the door slid open. Excellent.

Racks of munitions awaited him as he stepped in, and he whistled to himself. Impressive; he hadn’t seen a spread this enticing since he’d fought those traffickers back on Ord Mantell. He didn’t allow himself the privilege of poking through whatever Sith weaponry he could; instead he followed the Another application of the data cylinder, and he was able to shoulder a pair of bandoliers he stacked with remote detonators. They were unlikely to cause the complete loss of the Sith armor at hand, but he didn’t need to completely destroy them; just immobilize them for a while. Now he just needed a distraction.

He hefted one of the detonators, leaving it behind after setting a delay that would allow him to slip away to the back end of the outpost. From there, he could circle around behind what little cover there was until he could get near the loading yard. Vahn ignited his lightsaber, and cut through the back wall of the armory just enough to allow himself to slip out the back after kicking the smoldering cut out of durasteel.

Vahn’s journey around the sparse obsidian outcroppings was short enough, and he tucked in at the back end of what he assumed to be a latrine towards the barracks, and covered his ears with the twin bandoliers of detonators stuffed into the case at his side. The air screamed with the sudden eruption of the armory, and Vahn tucked into a squat as shards of debris shattered the buildings around him, while heat and blast pressure pulverized everything within a sizable radius. He hadn’t anticipated that level of destructive force; what in hell were they stockpiling?!

Regardless, the effect was immediate. All eyes turned towards the remains of the armory, and no one would notice a solitary worker fleeing from the devastation. It was surprisingly easy to dodge around the growing crowd trying to deal with the immediate crisis, and use their distraction to liberally disperse the handful of remotes along the armor present. He focused on the weak points, repulsors, wheels, treads where he could find them as he made his exit off the outpost towards the curve of the plateau beyond; pausing just long enough to retrieve the jedi robes he’d tucked away beside a storage crate.

Back on the plateau, Vahn perked up, dusting his robe off as he heard the far off rumblings of the Sith base as it erupted into light, dust and smoke. He’d been waiting for the right time to detonate his payload but...

“Oh, I guess that’s as good of a sign as any,” Vahn said, while thumbing the detonation switch on his belt. The conflagration below wasn’t as spectacular as the one at the main installation some distance away, but Vahn was proud of it all the same. Every explosion was special and unique in its own way. This one was his.


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Vako Yizok

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Everything was happening so fast that Vako could hardly keep up with it all. It was not that he was not interested in what was happening, but it was a lot like playing the shell game with ten cups and you'd already lost the ball after the first turn. He was not sure if this was going to wind up with him tossed completely to the curb, or in a better place then he was. Either way this 'jedi' as he suspected he was, had sprung him out of Sith captivity and was about to start doing warlike acts against them it sounded like. So at the very least acts of service towards his savior might win points in avoiding being dumped off with his enemies.

Vako followed the command to head down the stairs, but when he was hearing about tanks his mind was already moving to something completely else. Ironically he actually did have familiarity with that sort of machine.

"A Hard Shell like that?" Vako smirked looking at the
RX-200 Falchion Assault Tank. "Yeah I've got some know how with that."

In a way Vako was excited. He had done some work for the Hutts with a Weequay militia with some newer models of those same sort of tanks. They had of course been stolen, but the spice trade was an unfamiliar violence to most, and this was shaping up to be a traditional battle with less sideways strikes.

Vako flapped his way into the tank, and plopped himself down inside. Such tanks could be operated by one person. A gunner was helpful, but the laser cannons could be controlled by the driver if need be. Masterfully Vako flipped switched and keyed the touch panels before him and got the vehicle operating.

When the Jedi ignited his lightsaber it was the final piece to the puzzle that Vako had suspected from the start. He hit the intercom.

"Ha ha ha" He laughed excitedly. "I knew you were Jedi!" the echo in the room was loud, but was fascinated by his circumstance.

He rotated the cannons and lasers, cycled all weapons and moved the tank forward about a meter.

"So." Vako asked over the intercom. "What are we breaking?"


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