Grand Theft Walker (Gathering the Crew)

[Number-75]

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Location: Coruscant, Grand Tzar Hotel Conference Room

The Grand Tzar Hotel, located in the middle of the Senate District used to be a hotel of note. It used to be where the latest and greatest resided during their stay on Coruscant and it used to be one of the finest hotels on the entire planet. Of course this was before the Scahani Scandal where a particularly sharp celebrity discovered that the hotel was secretly recording it's clientele's more intimate moments. After that it's reputation and the level of clientele sank faster than a wet-ship with no hull. Nowadays, it was little more than an overpriced motel with staff unlikely to spit in your food. However the hotel still had hints of it's former glory, things such as the Conference Room.

Originally designed for formal business announcements, the conference room contained a massive oval glasteel table, rather nicely carpeted floors, comfortable seats, and enough electronic protections and signal cancelers to ensure that any announcements made in it would stay in it unless allowed. This was also backed up by sound cancelling materials and systems in the walls. Together, a rock concert could be held in the room and nobody would ever know unless somebody was broadcasting from inside. It was these systems and the rather quiet nature and location of the discredited hotel that made it ideal for the meeting.

Well, that was what he thought in any case. The man was... plain, for the lack of better terms. He was middle age, fit but not muscled, and didn't look like he had ever done work outside of an office. In his black suit, pants, and tie he would have looked in place in any business office anywhere in the galaxy. He sat at the front of the table trying to keep himself relaxed as he watched the door while waiting for the applicants. Needless to say, he was absolutely terrified of meeting the people that were accepted for this job. He was high enough up the ladder to know what was going on which meant that he shouldn't be killed after this, but he had no idea who had been accepted for the job. For all he knew, they might be psychopathic murderers and he was only here because he was the smallest fish in the pond.

Picking at his collar and loosening his tie for the hundredth time, he quickly checked the clock again. It seemed like it had been hours since he first arrived but it had barely been half an hour. Clearing his throat nervously, he poured himself another cup of water again. He knew the applicants would show up, the offer was too good to be passed by certain elements of the world. Those with skills often indulged in the chance to prove themselves and the offer of payment only made it better. With one last gulp, he finished his cup of water and continued to wait. Hopefully the applicants would be peaceful and he would get away from this meeting unharmed. With that one last thought, he leaned back and tried to collect himself.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Renald walked through the Senate district, located in the Galactic Alliance capital world of Coruscant. He didn't spend much time on Coruscant and certainly not in the upper levels. Renald was making his way to what apparently used to be a high end hotel and was now a place people in his line of work made use of. As Renald was making his way to the hotel he was walking through crowds of very well dressed politicians, wealthy merchants, and others of high status. He was quite aware of the fact that he probably stood out in his dark red trench coat.

Renald soon arrived at the hotel. The facade was grand and the automated doors opened as he walked toward them. The inside however was a serious contrast. It had a strange smell to it and there was dust every where. Renald guessed that this was caused by what ever caused the high priced clientele to leave. Renald walked up to the front desk where a man in a miss-happened uniform was watching a holofilm. Renald had to shout at him to get him to look up. "Where is the conference room?" The man pointed down a long hallway.

Renald soon reached a set of double doors and walked in. Standing at the head of a glassteel table was the figure of a obviously nervous man. Renald made his way silently to one of the chairs at about the half way point of the table. He sat in the chair and immediately leaned back in the chair and put both feet on the table. According to the information he had received there were others that he would be working with, so he sat patiently waiting.

 

[Gaja]

After sending out his application, using the term somewhat loosely, Yuri was contacted by a certain group with coordinates that led him back to Coruscant. Walking towards the Grand Tzar Hotel, specifically its conference room, the tall muscular human wondered just how many times he'd visited the capitol of the Alliance this past year. Half a dozen times at least...

Still though walking through the crowd of wealthy people Yuri felt like an outsider, despite his bank account exceeding the three million mark, deep down he wasn't one of these people. He was still the person from Nar Shaddaa, now he simply had better friends and partners... and better gear, and a ship of his own. With two blasters tugged neatly inside his jacket the former gladiator spoted the entrance to the building. "Doesn't look like much... good..." He preferred places that didn't stand out, that didn't scream "Hey I'm doing illegal stuff here!~" or anything along those lines.

So this establishment would do just fine. Adjusting the jacket of his flight-suit Yuri entered the building and once he was in he noted that it had a certain older charm, something that he liked, though there was no doubt that the hotel needed some work. Maybe they were selling? Reaching the main desk rather quickly Yuri nodded to the man at the counter. "Good day. I'm looking for the conference room?"

The man sized up Yuri and pointed to his right. "Down the hall, just go straight." Yuri looked to his left and saw a set of double-doors, had to be it right? Turning back he nodded once before making his way there. "Appreciate it." It wasn't long before he left the lobby and passed through the set of double-doors, entering an impressive room where he saw a middle aged man sitting at the table, and a familiar face. If it wasn't the guy who helped him out on DTC Daedalus's premiere club, Paradise. Little bit of paradise, little bit of hell that night but whatever. It was a good time and Yuri had every intention on going back there sometime.

"Good day." He greeted the suit dude sitting at the table with his deep voice, noting that the man looked a bit odd. Was he nervous? Yuri being cool as a cold beer in a freezer didn't quite understand it, nor did he care much. They were here to discuss business, no? His sights set back on Renald and a small smirk appeared on Yuri's face. "My friend, you came! Good to see you again... This time under less violent circumstances." Deciding to take a seat next to Renald, though a seat closer towards their host Yuri noted that he probably wasn't the last one to arrive. "Hey suit dude. How many people have you invited for this meeting?" Just asked just out of curiosity really... Looked like they had some time to waste...

 

[Holiday]

Sára weaved through the crowded streets of Coruscant rather easily, taking care to avoid bumping into anyone. The peculiar looks she received were many, considering that she was wearing what she always wore - her exo-skeleton suit1​. She refused to wear anything else, feeling that this suit was a part of her. She no doubt looked the part of a person who sold their body for profit, but she was far from that. She was something that none of these people would ever be able to understand, and she was perfectly content with that.

Normally people would have had to ask for directions around a place such as this, or use an information terminal, but Sára was more resourceful than that. After she had expressed an interest in this spectacular job opportunity that seemed almost too good to be true, she had promptly downloaded the entire schematics of Coruscant's Senate district. If things were to somehow go awry, she already had her escape route planned out. She had been accepted for this job almost as soon as she had sent her application. While somewhat suspicious of this, her ego was all too quick to bat it out of the way and say, "You knew they would." Sára smiled to herself as she approached the Grand Tzar Hotel, having no difficult finding the place. She giggled to herself, knowing the entire story of what had caused this hotel to crash and lose all of its biggest customers. Just for laughs, she even had some of the footage that the hotel had stored.

She walked into the hotel and glanced around, seeing the true damage of what had happened when all of the richest people stopped coming here. She shrugged it off, not thinking much about it, and began heading towards the Conference Room. She had already gotten the schematics for this place as well, and knew that the Conference Room was in very close proximity to the main lobby. She approached the wide double-doors and pushed them open gingerly, her blue eyes immediately catching sight of the two other members of the mission. She had to step a little farther into the room to see the man dressed in the business suit, but noted that he seemed to be the least imposing one. The only thing she had to defend herself was her splicer, but that would be more than enough. Besides, if all hell did break loose, she had no intention of sticking around to be a part of it. She would disappear.

"Hello, everyone," she said in her thick Woostese accent2​, putting on a friendly smile for everyone. She decided to not take a seat, and instead stood at the side wall of the room, leaning against it. She crossed her arms, ready to grab her splicer in a moment's notice, and also ready to dash should things go awry. Her gut told her that nothing would go wrong, but one could never be too careful.

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1​, For a visual of her suit, please refer to her profile, here, under Full Appearance.
2​, Since I highly doubt it is determined what the Woostese accent sounds like, I'm going to say it sounds like the Slavic accent. If you don't know what Slavic sounds like, just look it up.

 

[Solaris]

Nasiri arrived last, quite unlike her normal punctuality; some difficulty with the hyperspace travel had delayed her arrival. She had dressed in her cockpit, having looked up the address to the meeting and picked out an outfit that wouldn't stand out too badly. She wore a black leather jacket over a tan shirt, with black leather pants tucked into her calf-high black leather boots. Her ornate, delicate ring hung on a chain around her neck, just barely visible beneath the shirt's demurely high neckline, though she had no other weapons visible. Nasiri wore no makeup on her fair, youthful skin, and had her coppery-red hair in an elegant braid down her back rather than some of the more ornate coifs favored in the Core. Unfortunately, a woman who looked like Nasiri Lavii had to put a lot more effort than that if she wanted to pass without any notice, especially if she was going to be wearing that much leather.
Not that many would notice she was wearing her infiltration suit - or that some of that 'leather' was actually armor materials designed to let her blend into shadows to the point of being near-invisible. Nasiri didn't particularly expect this meeting to end poorly - but she was certainly prepared if it did. Assassins did not get her body count by being careless.

Nasiri had memorized the building's layout at a glance, and headed unerringly to the meeting-place. She hustled, half-jogging most of the way, but slowed to a walk when she reached the correct floor and quickly composed herself so she didn't look like she had. Fortunately the air-conditioning was cool enough after Tatooine and Tython that she hadn't sweated. Nasiri had looked into her potential employer, but hadn't been able to find any information on her fellow contractors - that was both rare and unusual, given her talents at slicing. Another mark against her; she normally liked to be much more knowledgeable about her co-workers and clients than they about her. She entered as silently as a ghost, slipping to the side of the door in a manner that told the others she was a professional very used to urban combat. Her bright cyan eyes flitted across the room, briefly resting on each person there. "Hullo, all," she said cheerfully, flashing them a dazzling smile. "Didn't miss too much, did I?"

 

[Number-75]

As the applicants filed in one by one, the suited man visibly relaxed a little. So far none of the applicants looked like the kind to rip him apart just for using words that they didn't understand. Which was a good thing considering just how many words that may be brought up which may exceed the five syllable mark. Of course, then the fifth applicant walked in. Of all the applicants she was the only one that came in full armor and weapons and she was more then six feet in height. As she walked in, she gave a curt nod to all the other people in the room before sitting herself in one of the chairs. The chair creaked slightly in protest before settling. Needless to say, he was more then a bit threatened by her presence.

However this was all the applicants that were allowed for this mission. Clearing his throat to gather the attention of the applicants, the suited man stood up. After ensuring that everyone's attention was on him he spoke. "Er, Hello there! As you all know, you have been selected by certain powers for a very dark ops mission. I'm sure you've all been wondering what exactly you've signed up for so allow me to brief you." Pausing, the man reached over and pressed a button. The holoprojecter flickered for a second before coming to life, displaying a fairly large walker. Taking a drink from his cup of water, the suited man took a second to collect himself before continuing. "First, allow me to give you some background. The company I represent had recently discovered that one of our rivals had partnered with a startup company to do work on the combat walker you see before you. Now, while this walker is horribly designed, unlikely to ever sell in large quantities, and the money they spent on it will likely never be recuperated, a small victory for us already, the startup had managed to develop several technologies that we would like access to. Your job is, well, simple. On paper at least. With some effort, our spies had managed to locate where they have been doing the final tests for this walker. You are to break into this facility, steal the preproduction unit and all data retaining to the project, and do as much damage as possible to the facility. Without getting caught or killed of course."

Pausing to take a sip of water, the suited man took the time to collect himself again. So far he thought he was doing well. At a very minimum, nobody had pulled a gun on him and demanded payment right on the spot. Or decided to shoot him and find a better job elsewhere. Clearing his throat again he continued to speak. "Anyways, once you have successfully stolen the prototype and delivered it to us, we will reward you quite handsomely. You will get your choice of payment in money, data, or equipment and perhaps a few small legal favors as well if possible. You don't have to worry about us stabbing you in the back, the company I represent try to make it a policy to not piss off anyone with the ability to wage war with us. Do you have any questions? If so, don't be afraid to ask. I'll be sure to try to answer them in a way which won't come off as insulting to your intelligence. If not, I suggest you introduce yourselves. I can tell you now that the young woman in the rather tight bodysuit is your tech expert and the young man in the trench coat is the pilot in charge of carrying and delivering the walker."

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Renald noticed that the first to enter the conference room besides himself was Yuri. Renald had met Yuri on the planet of daedalus. They had been at a club when all hell broke loose and Renald had helped Yuri, who didn't have his blaster at the time, out of the mess. Renald gave a nod of recognition to Yuri, "Good to see you as well...at least for now these circumstances are less violent but I have a feeling they won't stay that way." Renald then watched as the others arrived. The biggest surprise to Renald was probably the last arrival; a relatively large woman in full armor. "Well it appears as if the odds are pretty good," Renald leaned in and wispered to Yuri, noticing that three of the five on the job were women.

Renald listen intently as the suited man explained their job. It seemed simple enough...steal the walker and whatever else, vandalize the facility, and deliver...although Renald knew from experience that these things were never simple. Renald also took note of the specs of the walker. Although he didn't know for sure he figured that he was hired to transport it since those were his credentials. It appeared as if the walker was going to be a tight fit but Renald figured that the walker probably had points which could be broken down to allow it to fit better, but he would have to figure that out when he got a look at the monstrosity. The vandalization he guessed would probably be left to his counterparts.

Then came the most important part of the discussion, the terms of payment. The first thing that bothered Renald was the fact that no specific price was offered them. Renald liked to know how much he was going to get payed so that he could decide whether or not he wanted to commit his ship and himself to the job. Renald sat up and addressed the still nervous suited mam. "This all sounds good but if I am going to commit my ship to this enterprise I have to know ahead of time how much the pay is going to be." Renald demanded leaning back in his chair..."I almost forgot, name's Renald. Smuggler extraordinaire." Renald said addressing the group.

 

[Gaja]

Two, correction three, more individuals joined the meeting. Three out of which turned out to be female, something that probably every man would welcome, and Yuri was no exeption. Though this was not a date but a job, so all Yuri cared about, except maybe some refreshments, was if the people present in this room were capable of doing their jobs. With a nod, a polite smile and a 'Hello.' of his own the muscular man greeted each new addition while they waited for the meeting to start. The armored one to enter the room last certainly looked the part, almost as tall as Yuri himself and wearing armor like that she certainly appeared tough. Their tech girl also appeared ready for the job, although Yuri had yet to learn the names of his, possibly, future colleagues. The exception being Renald, whom he met a while back on the DTC Daedalus.

It was certainly an interesting little group, put together with a very clear purpose, one that their host revealed very quickly and made it sounds easier than it probably will be. The group of five had the job of infiltrating secret testing grounds on an unknown planet and stealing a prototype walker, AND getting out of there in one piece after destroying a whole lot of material, property and data. Without getting killed or captured, of course. Looking at the middle aged man Yuri didn't show it, but he was a tad annoyed by the man, he made it sound so easy. As if they would just waltz in, plant explosives, steal the walker and blow the thing sky high.

Still though, the reward was promised to match their efforts, and so Yuri wasn't too horribly displeased when he was told about the reward following after the job was done simply because they could demand a tad more than they originally could have seeing as they would have the walker as their bargaining chip. Either way the man asked that everyone introduce themselves and use the opportunity to ask any questions they might have. Looking to his right the former gladiator was a bit surprised to see Renald step up and go first, asking about the spoils of war given that he would be their pilot for the job. If Yuri knew they were looking for a pilot he would have suggested Shyra, probably the single best pilot he'd ever seen. And his partner in crime...

But with Renald introducing himself there were a few seconds of silence, awkward silence, so without really leaving the comfort of his chair Yuri spoke up. "The name's Yuri Sharp. Now Mr. Host would you be so kind as to tell us on which planet this compound is? I would like to get an idea of where we'll be going after this meeting and if I need to bring a power-armor to get inside. As far as the payment goes we can talk about it after the job is over, no problems there as far as I'm concerned." Yuri knew that the organization whom the man worked for would never risk losing such secrets and opportunities because they refused to pay up, so once they got their hands on the giant thing it really was all up hill from there.

This mission really would require some planing and a whole lot of good execution, and well... explosives most likely. They would need schematics of the building, numbers of guards, security passes... Looking over at Sara the brown eyes of Yuri saw a young woman who was probably their key to gain info and access to the facility. And possibly the walker as well. How in the hell would they move that thing too? Fit it in a ship, Yuri kind of doubted that one, but his part wasn't fitting it in a ship, his part would be to keep Sara alive and shoot anything that got in their way. Still though the large human hoped that they could somehow gain entry without having to kill anyone needlessly...

 

[Solaris]

Nasiri sat back and observed the others with detached disinterest, projecting an apathetic and cold air. She as much looked at them as empathically probed them, covertly looking into her potential coworkers' and employer's minds. For the most part, they struck her as being nothing spectacular - a good thing, by Nasiri's estimation. Renald struck her as being a bit questionable, a smuggler whose mind was on nothing but credits, credits, credits, and the blonde... well, the blonde was a slicer. The brunette seemed oddly closed off, which was a little startling to Nasiri - she'd met only a handful of people she couldn't immediately get a read on. Their employer was a frightened little office drone. Nasiri immediately decided she didn't much care for him; she'd had one too many of his type turn on contractors when they'd finished the job, expecting them to be easily 'disappeared'. She barely glanced at the information he provided; between her eidetic memory and the sparsity of information, the intel barely warranted a second thought. The big guy, Yuri, was an unexpected bonus, though. She made a mental note that if he survived, she'd have to introduce him to Char. Nasiri smiled at Yuri after he spoke up, then looked to the suited man with a carefully pleasant, almost maternal expression.

"Mmkay, hon," she said, "you'll want to start off with a retainer fee so we don't run off and tell your competitors what you know - that's for your benefit, not ours, 'cause until and unless we take your money we can't be legally bound to a contract - and then you'll need to give us any bits of intel you have about the target. Not only the planet's location, but security systems - physical, sensors, computers, guard shifts, vulnerable personnel, priority of targets, anything and everything - and don't be stingy with it. I've had employers hold back info, thinking they were being clever, and... Well, it ends poorly." She smiled. "Once we know what we're getting into, then we can discuss what we're going to do about it and then we'll talk about whether or not we'll fetch your walker for you. From the looks of things, what you're really after is not the walker itself, but the technology - and a monopoly on that technology." She arched an eyebrow questioningly. "Or is there something you're not telling us?"

 

[Holiday]

Sára watched in silence as the last of those employed for this job walked in. A woman in a full suit of massive combat armour walked into the room, and Sára immediately knew that this woman likely cared nothing for the type of skill that their line of work called for. It didn't overly concern Sára however, knowing that the rest of the group seemed like her kind of crowd. While many of them made a point to raise pointless questions such as credits or political favours, Sára didn't mind. She had access to everything she needed, and had all of the political favours she would ever need in her lifetime. Some of them made sure to raise questions of importance, such as where the planet was located and what sort of security systems they would be dealing with upon their arrival. While she was concerned about things like this as well, it wasn't high up on her priority list. She could handle just about anything that was thrown at her. Besides, she had solved things that were deemed unsolvable before, and she had engineered and created her entire arsenal of equipment.

Sára stayed silent and to the side of the room as the others unleashed their barrage of questions, keeping to herself. She had come unarmed, at the notice's request, all except for her slicer, and knew that she would have to rely on the others to do the fighting for her. This suited Sára fine, since she had never been one for combat in the first place. She was perfectly content being the technological one out of the group. She remained practically unconcerned about her safety, already knowing for a fact that the others would protect her. They had to. They couldn't complete this mission without her. The thought sent a smirk across Sára's lips knowing that she was such a V.I.P. in this mission.

She continued to wait it out, and listen to the others as the decided whatever else they needed to. She would interject if necessary.

 

[Number-75]

The man opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by an outburst of laughing from the last member of the team. Turning his head to face the fairly tall armored woman, he noted with some nervousness that she had begun playing with the knife that had been on her chest piece while the rest of the group had been speaking and was now using it as a way to emphasize her points by swinging it about haphazardly.

"They've got a point, sir. How do we know ya ain't just gonna stab us in the back once we got yer toy for ya?" She stopped talking for a moment and looked between the other members for a moment as if sizing them up. Nodding to herself and muttering something to herself, she continued. "Looking at the rest of the group, I've actually got doubts ya could actually stop us from breaking out of here and telling yer competitors if we wanted. So, sweeten the deal. Tell us some more info. Give us some of the stuff yer promising now. Or else..." As she hung onto the end of her sentence, she threw her knife at the suited man, a throw that was obviously just meant to just scare the man.

Well, when faced with a chunk of metal being thrown in his direction the suited man did the first thing that came to mind. Which was to scream a very feminine scream and throw himself out of the way of the weapon, which missed him completely and embedded itself halfway into the wall about a meter away from him. The armored woman paused and arched an eyebrow before continuing as the man pulled himself off the floor and started rearranging his clothing to try and regain some sense of diginity. "Well.... like I was sayin', convince us not to stab ya in the back. By the way, y'all can call me Lily."

Sitting back on his chair, the suited man glared daggers at newly named Lily before turning his attention to the group at large. Pouring himself another cup of water, he pressed another button and the hologram switched to that of a squat hangar like building rising above a desert dunes. "First off, answering your question as to where this facility is, it's located in the middle of Smarteel. There are no external defenses and it seems that there are only twenty or so armed guards guarding the entrance. Nothing too well trained, just some loyal rent a cops. They change shifts every half a day and it takes ten or so minutes for the next shift to arrive. The entrance is a massive service elevator and that's how they receive all new personnel, parts, and materials from the main factory. However that's the easy part." The man pressed a button and the image flickered to show the floor plan of a large facility with a hangar at the center. Approximately half a kilometer north of the hangar was the afore mentioned service elevator's receiving bay. Right off the bat, one could spot the various points marked with drawings of turrets and droid deployment chutes. Drinking from his water, the man cleared his throat and continued to speak, gesturing at the various points of interest on the blueprint.

"First of all, our competitors learned from the last time we raided their facility. This time they actually went and built their facility underground and in solid stone. Once you get inside, you'll have to disable their security systems. There are a pair of anti-material turrets located inside the recieving bay and from what we can tell, all the turrets are networked to the same server. They also work on a motion tracker. Very powerful but very badly armored. A shot or two to the dinner plate sized motion tracker will disable them. Once you disable or destroy the ones in the receiving bay, that should get your slicer access to the turret servers and from there, she should be able to shut them down. This only leaves the droids and they should be fairly easy to dispatch. We could gather any info on them so do try to stay on your toes. Now, the security chief may just seal off all the sections using the blast doors. The blast doors are designed to withstand industrial grade explosives but some military grade explosives should be able to breach them. The project servers are located here," The man pointed at a spot approximately a quarter of a kilometer to the east of the hangar. "the production plant is located next to the hangar, and the hangar is where the preproduction model is located. Destroying the production plant should do enough damage to the facility to force them to abandon it. A deployment elevator is located inside the hangar and that should get you back on the surface of the planet. That's where your pilot should meet you. That's all the information that we could get our hands on, honest."

Looking back to the Nasiri the suited man grinned slightly and reached into his jacket, retrieving five credit chips. Placing them on the table, he fanned them out so each one laid in front of the applicants. "I was told only to give these out if demanded but hey, whatever keeps me alive, right? " The suited man chuckled nervously before taking yet another drink of water. "Each of the chips contain about half a million credits and the secondary part of the pay will be given upon delivery of the walker. Of course, taking the chip means you are agreeing to this mission." The suited man nervously chuckled again and took another drink before clearing his throat and readjusting his tie. "Finally to answer your question Miss, from what I have been cleared to know, the company I represent only wants the technology inside the walker. It supposedly could give us enough information to help us outsell our competitor in several fields. I'm only a marketing head so I wasn't told more than that."

Leaning back and tenting his fingers, the suited man stared at Lily with some annoyance evident in his gaze. "Well, I suppose you're Miss Feraan than." He said. Gesturing to the armored woman, he continued to speak with the slightest hint of displeasure evident in his tone. " Miss Feraan here is the person in charge of piloting the walker out of the place. Well, technically she's just the person in charge of driving the transport but knowing your type, she's likely to pilot it personally anyways. I have to admit I was expecting somebody shorter, less heavily armed and armored, and less likely to throw knives at people. In any event, we need this walker secured in the next three days. We've received word that our competitors are almost finished with this project. Once they're done, it's unlikely that you'll have a chance to grab it again."

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Renald chuckled as the suited man let out an incredibly feminine scream and ducked under the table to dodge a knife that was clearly going to miss him. Then of course came the important stuff. For Renald most of it wasn't too terribly important. Yes, he needed to know his way around the place...but his most important worry was the hangar and the surrounding area and how to get the walker in his ship.

The suited man then mentioned something about his company having raided this same facility before. 'Oh this is just great' Renald thought. He then voiced his thoughts. "Wait so your telling me that they are probably going to be ready for us? Oh this is just wonderful," Renald said sarcastically. Not that he was afraid or felt he couldn't get the job done, its just that jobs were better if they went smoothly. Who wouldn't want them to go smoothly.

However when the half a mil credit chips were placed on the table Renald went silent. He had taken a lot of jobs to a lot of dangerous places but he had never been paid near that amount. Despite what it might seem he wasn't always all about credits but he had a ship to fuel and he had to be able to pay for parts, and of course basic living expenses. Money for upgrades was also a nice bonus.

Renald reached across the table and grabbed a credit chip. "I am in" he said pocketing the chip. Renald didn't see any need to address the suited man anymore so he address those he would be working with. "Now I don't see any reason to land my ship directly in that hangar, besides there is no guaranteeing that it won't have other ships in it. So I will be landing my ship just outside of it. That will also keep my ship from explosives and any unnecessary blaster fire." Renald finished.

Renald was about to lean back in his chair again when something occurred to him. He then turned to the suited man realizing that he did have something else to say to him. "If all your company wants is the technology in that thing why not just steal the blueprints, schematics, and all that good stuff. It sure would be a lot easier to fit in my ship. That big ass thing is going to be a bitch trying to fit it into my ship." Renald finally finished leaning back in his chair.

 

[Gaja]

So Renald and Lily. Those were the two names Yuri knew so far. What he could figure out so far was that Renald would be their pilot and facilitate the transport of the walker, should it really be necessary they take it and not just the data. Though Yuri had one little thing to add to the plan later in the form of another escape plan. Lily was certainly a bit of a crazy person, throwing a knife at their host who made both men in the room cry out with laughter. "Bwaahahaha!" The tall human cried out at the sight of the coward ducking away and the girlish scream that accompanied it.

Sara so far seemed the silent type, preferring to observe what was discussed and only speak when she felt like it. Nasiri though, Yuri liked this person already. What he was thinking, she was saying, requesting the additional info they would need. Their destination was Smarteel, other than it being a desert world the dark haired man had no further info on it, so he made sure to type in the name in to his TranspariPad to research it a bit when he had time for it. There was not a whole lot to talk about at this point as he saw a credit chip get tossed in front of him, five hundred thousand credits on it, and naturally like Renald Yuri took it in his hand and accepted the deal.

So far it would seem that they would need to get in between shifts with Renald waiting in a ship nearby, take out the first line of defense for Sara to slice in to the facility and lead them to their destination. Obviously they'd need military grade explosives for the job, quite a bit of it, and Yuri knew just the man to provide it for them. At a discount too if he threatened him again or he'd turn to some of the many people he knew could provide him with the necessary gear. Certainly Yuri figured he'd bring his power armor along for this one, or at least some heavy armor seeing as their slicer, Sara, was key in this mission. So he'd probably have to worry about her safety, and the SPAM-01 was the suit that worried about Yuri's safety.

"Well if Miss Slicer is in then I'm most certainly in. You do make a fair offer..." One had to wonder if the man just gave our 2.5 million credits, just how much money were they looking to make with that technology that 2.5 million was half what the mercenaries would get. Yuri wanted to curse as he smiled, the reason obviously only known to him as he laughed at himself. Here he was robbing banks for 3 million Credits when corporations like these ran god knows how much money through the banks...

"You say they'll be done in the next three days... Doesn't give us much time, but it's certainly doable if everyone here works together." At that note Yuri looked over at Nasiri, he certainly hoped she would join. Not for any selfish male reason, but rather because Yuri figured she would be an asset to the team...

 

[Holiday]

Sára approached the table as the credit chips were distributed amongst the team members. This many credits would help her further her research, development and construction of her armour, weapons and anything else that she wanted to create.

"Sure. Count me in," she said as she took the credit chip from the table. She shot a look over at Yuri; but what her intention was, wasn't definitive. It looked almost as if it were a glare, yet when she spoke her words were as smooth as satin, and sounded entirely harmless. "I do have a name," she said. Though her accent was thick, she spoke very clearly. "I would prefer you start using it. It's Sára." She went back to her wall of the room and leaned against it once more, out of the way of everyone else. The smuggler complained and worried too much about his ship, though she vaguely understood that it was a bit of a trademark for his line of work. The woman named Lily was bullheaded and seemingly arrogant, and Sára wasn't able to make a decent enough analysis on the others quite yet. She was sure that she would be able to with time, however.

Despite if this team would work well enough together, she knew that it was definitely going to be an interesting mission.

 

[Solaris]

Nasiri pursed her lips thoughtfully. She wasn't much concerned about material wealth, but that was a lot of money - perhaps a suspiciously large amount. The fact that they would be willing to hire someone like that Lily Feraan only made it curiouser - Feraan was not looking to be the sort of person that Nasiri preferred to work with. Though she'd concealed her response, she'd almost drawn her own weapon when the brunette threw the knife at their would-be employer. That was the sort of trouble Nasiri really, really didn't want when she was on a mission - especially a particularly risky mission like this was looking to be. Their security couldn't be that loose if these people were willing to pay that much money for it.
"Do try to avoid outbursts like that," Nasiri said to Lily. "While no doubt enjoyable, we do have a time limit here."

She glanced at Renald. "Don't be preposterous. Putting down outside the hangar means we'll have an additional layer of security we'd need to breach - and they won't help but notice you doing so. Nobody's that incompetent. With a three-day expiration date, I'm pretty sure we're not going to be able to go full covert on this - it's pretty much a guarantee that there'll be a point we need to fight, or at least use force." She looked to their employer. "What's your employer's tolerance for violence?"

 

[Number-75]

The suited man opened his mouth to respond to Renald, only to be interrupted by Lily once again, who seemed to have found a pen somewhere and was absent-mindedly flipping it between her knuckles. However unlike the first time, it wasn't to threaten him or to make a snide remark or comment. "It's simple. He's tryin' to avoid any black boxes that might be in the tech. It's pretty common for a tech company to have a few pieces in experimental tech not marked on the blueprint or any records that can potentially cause the tech to break down or be nonfunctional if it's not in there. His company probably wants a physical copy of any tech so they can at least take apart the thing and see how it ticks." The armored woman looked around and shrugged as if it was common sense before reaching in and grabbing one of the chips. "Well, I'm interested enough to lock in my place." She said with a grin. "Even if ya weren't offerin' this much case, the group interests me enough for the antics to make up for any danger."

The suited man blinked for a second and glanced down at the data he was giving, noticing that that particular bit of information had not been given to him. That was... odd. Perhaps they considered it nonvital for the applicants to know. Still he had to keep up appearances. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie for what must have been the tenth time. "Answering your question miss," The suited man said, addressing Nasiri. "The company I represent would prefer that you limit the casualties to armed and dangerous personnel. If any of our rival's scientists decide to quit as a result of this raid, it would be a boon for us if we were to hire them. In any event, since all of you have accepted, my role for this section of the job is complete unless somebody else has a question. "

 

[Holiday]

Since no one else seems to want to post. <.<​

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Sára stood in silence as the room fell silent after the man in the suit had asked if anyone else had other questions. There was only one thing left on her mind, and since no one else seemed to want to ask it, she took it upon herself to do so.

"When are we leaving?" she asked as a thin smirk creased her lips. Sára couldn't remember the last time she had been this excited about a job, and was eager to get it underway. A ridiculously good pay with an undoubtedly interesting crew, into the bowels of a company with above average defenses and security standards. Finally, maybe Sára had found a job that was worth using her skills on.

 

[Solaris]

"Technological espionage isn't precisely my strong suit," Nasiri said to Lily with a shrug as she motioned for Sara to be patient.

Nasiri looked at the suited man when he mentioned wanting to recruit scientists from the project. "That, however, is. Get me dossiers on all the personnel you want, hon, and I'll get them for you - and I'll have them thinking it was their idea all along." She smiled wickedly at him while she called on the Force and her own empathic talents, sending suggestive thought-gestalts into the back of his mind designed to guide his opinions of her towards thinking she was trustworthy and not only desirable but an authority figure as well. Hints, she had long since found, were more effective than commands when it came to mind tricks - even if the man struck her as the type who wanted to be taken charge of, the mind had a way of reflexively fighting alien commands. "I can be very persuasive."

 

[MasterTyvokka]

"I am sure you can." Renald said to Nasiri with a wink.

He then turned his thoughts to the two other pressing issues and had been addressed. The first was in regards to what Nasiri had said about him landing his ship in the hanger. Although it was his choice as where to land, he did agree. "I see your point," Renald said directing his attention to Nasiri. "I will be fine with landing my ship in the hanger but not until you all have cleared it first." "Also if you all think there is any way in hell that I am going to sit in my ship while you all have all the fun, then think again," Renald remarked turning his attention to the group. "Now I have had enough of this chit chat lets get this show on the road," Renald said standing up.

 

[Gaja]

Looking in Sara's direction the tall man gave her a curt nod, acknowledging to call her by her name from on, before he too stood up and got ready to leave. It was certainly a most productive meeting with each member earning five hundred thousand credits, and that was just the first half of their payment. The job though would certainly turn out to be tougher than their host led them to believe, Yuri knew it and everyone else knew it. "I guess now would be a good time to make our way there? Not like we have time to waste."

Joining Sara as she asked when they would be leaving Yuri pressed a button on his belt, T4 his little astromech droid receiving word and bringing the ship to the front exit. His Copperhead would be there in two minutes as Yuri put the credit chip in to his pocket, he'd transfer the money later. Or just have T4 do it, either way as far as Yuri was concerned the team was formed, and a damn fine team it was indeed. Looking over aside from the obvious skill they had two very pretty ladies on board as well. One human and a Zeltron no less.

Yuri smiled, remembering his childhood, as all the past experiences with Nasiri's kind came back and had the man toughen up. She was very pretty, but Yuri was not here for a date. They had a job to do damn it! And while Renald was the only person Yuri knew from before he did suspect that if this particular job went well he might find himself working with some of the people present in this room. though of course they would have to survive and all that other good stuff.

Looking at the team there were bound to be some problems but they did have a slicer on board, a pilot, a Zeltron assassin, the man to protect Sara at all times and help out and then there was Lily. Waiting on Renald and Nasiri to join them as well as Lily, Yuri nodded once at their host before focusing on his new team. They would get in touch eventually.

Right now it was time to get to work. Looking at everyone he pointed out. "My ship will be waiting for us in about a minute. Anyone need a ride? I've got all my gear with me so I'm good to go..." This was going to get quite interesting as they had some planning to do! And possibly quite a bit of shooting depending on how well they planned. So with that in mind Yuri looked forward to once again adorning his power armor and rifle.