Mission Statement: The slimy Rodian, Slim Sleemo, has defaulted on the loan he took to build a Rodian weapons factory in Mandalorian space. He refuses to give it back and the less-than-reputable Outer Rim bank (Hutts) wants him, preferably alive and mostly in one piece. Financial considerations aside, they want to send a message. The problem is Slim’s clan, the An’yettu refuse to give him or the factory up. Get Slim and deliver him to Tatooine and the factory is yours, if you can hold it.
Stationary in orbit above the astronomic object of Harswee, Virgo stands across from the layout of of Slim's Weapons Factory and the other two present for the mission briefing, @Die Shize and @Rimrald. Her silvered eyes blindly shifted to each of them with her platinum hair following as she discussed the foundation layout and targets, as well as the current Intel provided.
"Seems Slim Sleemo is our target today." She spoke casually to @Atuu Skirata, but she held reservations in silence for the newcomer, @Endyr Ratheon. She knew Atuu, him, she didn't. "Intel suggests he's been selling his wares behind a carpeting front, able to slip them in abundantly across several star systems and feels the loan that started it all isn't worth his time or attention... or money." With a smile broadening her face as she looked between the two, she continues. "This provides us an opportunity to take on the loan and the business. One that will be extremely lucrative. So we're taking the job."
Tapping a few buttons on the console before her, she brought the weapons factory up completely, indicating the heat signatures of no less than at least 40 sentients, of which 30 percent were likely civilians. Maybe less, maybe more. Intel hadn't been too clear.
"The An'yettu won't give up Slim without a fight, and there will likely be civilians within. So expect collateral damage at the very least. The group is known to use them as shields, and will use any means necessary to achieve their ends. We're talking terrorist level resistance here. Small, yet potentially self destructive. So stealth will be the biggest issue."
Her gaze shifted to Atuu. "Think back to the spice mines of Roon, ner'vod. " Her tone was serious despite the attempted jest, but it could come down to similar tactics. Blade before Blaster as one would say. Quiet and precise. Then she shifted her gaze to Endyr to emphasize and clarify. "Slim will likely be in the Operations Room center of the Factory. We'll need to get as close to him as possible without alerting him. I doubt he would hesitate on blowing the Factory in his escape."
Leaning back against a railing she offered up a chance for the two others to speak. "How should we make our approach? Suggestions? Notice anything out of the ordinary that I've overlooked?" It may have been her first time leading an EW mission, but it wasn't her first Op. She knew to rely on the strengths the others had and listen to their concerns and thoughts. Especially in a mission where the simplest miscalculation could make or break it. And she wasn't about to allow it here.
@Die Shize @Rimrald
"Seems Slim Sleemo is our target today." She spoke casually to @Atuu Skirata, but she held reservations in silence for the newcomer, @Endyr Ratheon. She knew Atuu, him, she didn't. "Intel suggests he's been selling his wares behind a carpeting front, able to slip them in abundantly across several star systems and feels the loan that started it all isn't worth his time or attention... or money." With a smile broadening her face as she looked between the two, she continues. "This provides us an opportunity to take on the loan and the business. One that will be extremely lucrative. So we're taking the job."
Tapping a few buttons on the console before her, she brought the weapons factory up completely, indicating the heat signatures of no less than at least 40 sentients, of which 30 percent were likely civilians. Maybe less, maybe more. Intel hadn't been too clear.
"The An'yettu won't give up Slim without a fight, and there will likely be civilians within. So expect collateral damage at the very least. The group is known to use them as shields, and will use any means necessary to achieve their ends. We're talking terrorist level resistance here. Small, yet potentially self destructive. So stealth will be the biggest issue."
Her gaze shifted to Atuu. "Think back to the spice mines of Roon, ner'vod. " Her tone was serious despite the attempted jest, but it could come down to similar tactics. Blade before Blaster as one would say. Quiet and precise. Then she shifted her gaze to Endyr to emphasize and clarify. "Slim will likely be in the Operations Room center of the Factory. We'll need to get as close to him as possible without alerting him. I doubt he would hesitate on blowing the Factory in his escape."
Leaning back against a railing she offered up a chance for the two others to speak. "How should we make our approach? Suggestions? Notice anything out of the ordinary that I've overlooked?" It may have been her first time leading an EW mission, but it wasn't her first Op. She knew to rely on the strengths the others had and listen to their concerns and thoughts. Especially in a mission where the simplest miscalculation could make or break it. And she wasn't about to allow it here.
@Die Shize @Rimrald