[Rebel] Trip to Corellia

[druchi]

+++INCOMING TRANSMISSION+++
+++RECEIVED+++
+++SERVERNET CLOSE+++
You won't be able to make it to Cato the ISB is all over sniffing around for the drop you will need to head straight to Corellia. We have heard mixed transmissions and SOS signals originating on Corellia. We believe that these signals may be from a hidden cell of the original rebellion. The mission is to make contact with this underground group. Determine the size of the force that is still willing to rebel in Corellia and scout the sith resistance on the planet.
OBJECTIVES:
DO NOT BE DETECTED BY THE SITH
Make contact with the people initiating SOS transmissions
Determine the size of the force on Corellia
Scout Sith hardpoints and presence on the planet (Secondary)
+++END TRANSMISSION+++​

Akiara played the message to the two others onboard the ship. He was watching thier reactions but it seemed these credits would be going to Corellia after all and not to be laundered through Cato. Tough job especially getting past the Sith fleet in orbit. He had heard that there were at least three Star Destroyers in system and a Super Star Destroyer over the planet, that would be the tough part getting onto the planet without arousing suspicion. Luckily the ships Captain ahd already changed the plates so he was sure if they made it to Corellia in enough time that the Imps would not recognise this ship but it was still a risk. Perhaps they could try to steal a shuttle? No could be too dangerous with just the three of them this was going to take some thought.

"So, thoughts?"

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron was abruptly drawn out of his daydreaming with the revelation of the man's words. They dropped the ship out of hyperspace shortly before their destination, which had been Cato. They appeared in dead space with little to nothing around. "Well, if the rebellion needs us to, I guess we will travel to Corellia," he told the man.

He was excited and anxious about the proposition of returning to Corellia. He would hopefully find out what had happened to his parents and friends on the planet. He knew that it would not be easy to get there, but one of the keys of the mission was not to be detected by the sith he assumed must be guarding the planet. He did have some hope they had grown careless and pulled the ships away from the planet. If the imperials were to catch them, it would be a dire situation indeed. He typed in the coordinates to Corellia which he happened to know by heart and directed the ship towards the area. "Here's to having good luck. I hope the imperials are not paying attention or happen to be away when we get there," he said with a grin as he pulled the lever to engage the hyperdrive.

The trip was not long but, he was anxious about what they might find when they got there. He knew what had befallen the planet and the others in the system and the atrocities that were performed. There had been broken transmissions calling for help to anyone that might have listened. However, he knew there was noone strong enough to attempt to help the planets. He pushed the lever to disengage the hyperdrive and drop into space several miles from the planet. He watched the instrument panel closely, praying there weren't too many imperial ships in the area. If they were spotted they would have to turn around and get to the next closest area. "Well, we are here," he told the other passengers cautiously.

 

[Phil]

Fortunately for them, there was only two Imperial Star Destroyers in orbit near the area that the ship dropped out of. There had been problems concerning one of the Destroyers and was taken planet side for maintenance. The other two still in orbit had a good distance away from each other so that they may scan where the other could not. There was occasional patrols of tie fighters where ships normally dropped out of hyperspace, and one patrol had to make a sharp U-turn once an unscheduled ship dropped out of hyperspace above Corellia.

"You are on an unscheduled arrival, submit your identification tags for a scan."

The patrol had been through this enough times for most to know if their tags went through fine, mostly those local to Corellia or those with business would be allowed with no issues. It was also known that those who refused to submit or tried to make a dash for the planet would be dealt with lethal force.

 

[druchi]

Akiara had been resting on the trip in Hyperspace it had not been a particularly nice rest and he had intermittently dozed off when he was supposed to be working on his slicing he had however coded their new identity into the Identification Tags - the three of them were a Corellian Freighter crew from a newly started up business trading in Computing gear. A fairly innocent trade and he was hoping the tags would get them through without a search. He walked into the cockpit and sighted his two companions.

"Well two in orbit, that isn't as bad as I expected. I'll get the ID codes from those Star Destroyers once we are on the ground, could be useful to know who their Captains and Commanders are for later - could give us a clue into the fleet disposition they have in the system. Anyway let's just... fly casual for now. Here." He handed them the newly coded ID codes. "Beam these over should get us both past with fairly little suspicion. Imps always do love us 'small businessmen' right?"

 

[Aaron Corinth]

They had been spotted after dropping out of hyperspace by a routine fighter patrol. He sighed, wondering how they would get out of this mess, when the slicer with them, "Hollow," produced ID codes for them. He sent the imperials requesting their identification the new ID codes from the slicer and crossed his fingers. He suspected word had not gotten around the galaxy of their narrow escape from Eriadu or the identity of the ship that they were flying. He knew if the IDs did not come back successfully they would have to turn and run. "I hope you're as good as you say you are," he said glancing at the slicer.

He watched as the ID codes flashed through their transmitter and headed towards the imperials. He saw the two star destroyers orbiting the planet as well as the few tie fighters circling the area and especially now trained on their ship.

 

[Phil]

It didn't take long for the identification tags to come through to the patrol, who then passed it up to the higher chain of command on the Destroyer after he saw what they were dealing with. The lead patrol pilot honestly didn't think too much of it, knowing they had more important things to do then stop, search and question every trader that came through when there could be a bigger threat just waiting to spring on them.

"Wait here while we process."

The lead patrol pilot said, he and his squad of tie fighters hovering infront of the freighter, but at a safe distance as they waited. The Captain on the Destroyer closest to the patrol and newly arrival received the tags on the computer infront of him. He was a bit paranoid and rightfully so; they were in a war still, and it sometimes paid to be cautious. However, even were these traders a threat, it's not like their patrols or the Corellian Police Force below could deal with them if they started trouble. So he just sat there and looked at the tags...

An uneasy amount of time passed by, and a small bit of static sparked the comm on the freighter as the lead patrol pilot spoke up to the freighter crew.

"You're all clear. Sorry for the delay, fly to these coordinates until you hit orbit. Stay safe."

With that done, the patrol exited stand by mode and flew off, returning to their original patrol.

 

[druchi]

"Oh thank the Stars." He sighed in relief but quickly picked himself up and smiled and patted his two companions on the back. "Told you I was good! Haha, oh - alright let's find a decent landing port in Correl we can find our way around from there. "

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron returned the smile the man had given them. That was a close call, he thought as the man walked away and the look of discontent settled back across his face "I hope things on planet are a bit easier than the welcoming committee in space," he told Sabrina, his pilot and best friend.

"I have a feeling, that if anything, things will be worse on planet. Two star destroyers guarding just Corellia, think of what the ground will hold," she replied in a worried voice.

"We will have to play their game and avoid the patrols on planet if at all possible. I know there will be a nice greeting as soon as we land. I hope we can get past that," he responded.

He was not all that confident himself, but he knew what the mission they accepted entailed. He would not fail. The information that they received may just help liberate the planet from the sith, but the star destroyers in orbit he knew were not a good starting sign. He sighed and sat back in his chair. They had just reached the atmosphere and were approaching the landing dock. The ship settled into its position under the expert flying of Sabrina with barely a thump as the repulsorlifts were disengaged. They stood and began to make their way to the gangplank to get off of the ship. They made their way down the ramp and into the cool familiar air of Corellia, his home.

 

[Phil]

The crew was greeted by a man wearing a mechanic suit of sort with liquids covering his him that was from the ships he had worked on. Behind him by the door people would enter the hangar in was a single, seven foot tall droid with large, thick limbs and a bucket shaped head. It looked like it would be a repair droid for ships, but could also be something more. Maybe a security droid. It and the man bore no Imperial markings.

"Welcome! You're not on the docking list here, according to your tags we scanned. A fee of one hundred credits is going to be needed. However, due to regulations, you may pay when you leave rather then now. Inspection is fifty credits and refueling is another fifty credits. Every day the ship is here is seventy five credits until the fee is paid. Now..."

The man said, having taken a breath as he usually ran this speech through everyone he did not recognize.

"What can I do for you? You don't look like the Imperials or someone I've seen pass through here recently."

 

[druchi]

Akiara was the first to respond to the dizzying speech. He was slightly paranoid but he had worked out there story and was hoping it would be solid enough to dissuade any real attention.

"Hey there, were computer and droid traders just here to sell our junk really I'm from Drommund Kass originally but hey! It's a small Galaxy." That last part happened to be almost true. It was best not to lie too big and any search of the ship would show a large number of computer parts to back up the story. "Well probably just pay when we leave if it's alright with you but I'm personally in need of a good scran, any place you can recommend to eat or drink nearby? I want some food in me before we hit the markets."

It was a sincere and almost honest story he had used ones like it all over with usually no more than vague interest in Dromund Kass - that tended to be what got peoples attentions rather than anything else. Again, a little truth in lies always helped get your bearing on a story.

"I'm afraid I don't know much about starships though you'd need to ask these two for that." he thumbed Sabrina and Aaron.

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron appreciated the web of lies the slicer could put together. He could definitely talk his way out of a bad hutt deal, he thought with a chuckle. He glanced over at the droid near the entrance. From his time with Sabrina, that was definitely no standard maintenance droid. He noted the thick arms and bucket head, it looks like that thing could throw our ship if it wanted to, he thought. The man standing before them was suspicious at best. He was clearly imperial noting the questions that the man asked. He knew personally that nobody in CorSec would do what this man was trying to do. He had a good cover and great security, in the form of the droid. If this was any indication of the rest of the planet, he knew things would get interesting. He nodded to the man as the slicer finished talking and spoke, "We will need to be refueled, but I believe that is the only service we require. Like my friend here, I think we need to find a drink. Would you direct us to the closest establishment?"

Sabrina remained quiet scanning the area and analyzing both the droid and the man that had approached them. She similarly did not think the droid was just for maintenance and she knew this man wasn't all he looked to be. Something in his eyes gave her the impression of a cold, merciless man that would follow the rules to a T. Aaron dug through his pocket for a minute and pulled out 150 credits. "If it is all the same to you sir, I'll go ahead and pay your fee. We appreciate your assistance," he said as he handed the man the credits.

He glanced over at the slicer and back to Sabrina and the ship waiting for the man to direct them somewhere. He knew his way around, but because there was no proof he had ever been to the planet before, he waited for direction.

 

[Phil]

The Mechanic took the credits without even checking to see if they were possibly counterfeit or not, something that he had fallen for by a few of the more ruthless pilots who parked here. After he did make sure it was the right amount, he yelled for the droid in the corner to get to work as it booted up and marched past all of them and towards a small storage room, beeping in some chimes before more smaller droids came out and before the newly arrivals could realize what was going on, the droids were already in the process of refueling the ship while one had climbed up and started to clean on the windows of the ship.

"You want a good place then where the drinks don't taste like rat piss. I'd recommend the Flotilla's Rest. It's a hotel of sort new arrivals mostly go to, but it's also got a hell of a tavern and diner there too. You may be able to even find some info for finding a customer or two. You can't miss the place, just leave through the main exit, take a left and walk for about half a mile, then another left. You'll see the sign, can't miss it. Oh! And mind the Imperials if you see them, they're the law around these parts."

 

[druchi]

Akiara thanked the man and waved him off, he motioned for his two companions to start walking with him in the direction the man had said. He was pondering what to do really and how to meet the contact but by the looks of things the Imperials were keeping a distant watch on them for their unscheduled arrival. Not to mention the spaceport itself was crawling with Stormtroopers. Still though he decided it would be best to stick to the cover story for now.

"Well no doubt they will be doing a few background checks on us, but for now let's head to that cantina he mentioned. Probably monitored no doubt but well go computer buying and selling maybe uhh, Sabrina if later on I gave you a list of parts to go buy?" The look he received made him quickly add in "Of course I'd give you the credits for it but it would help us a great deal. Lets Aaron and I figure the rest out. Don't worry we would contact you but y'know it could help us fit in a bit better here."

He had never been to Corellia before but stepping out of the station and seeing the wide corellian streets and cities and the large mag lev trains was really a sight to behold. He took a small moment to take some of it and began moving again. He couldn't help but imagine what it must have looked like before the Imperial Occupation. He could even see the Star Destroyer in one of the massive dry docks. He hated the whole appearance of the Imperial Star Destroyers it was the angles they really got to him on an historical level of how aggressive and menacing they looked. Thousands of years of history had produced a design that was instantly recognisable across the galaxy as a sign of absolute militarist power. He suddenly noticed he had tuned out of the conversation for a moment and had to shake himself a little before rejoining.

"Sorry say that again?"

 

[Aaron Corinth]

The three took their leave of the man guarding the docking bay headed towards the restaurant the man had directed. They passed through the spaceport as stormtroopers in their standard white armor patrolled the area. The white of the armor stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the grey and black of the spaceport. They continued out and onto the street of the city. It was a sad sight to behold. The normal busy bustling streets were almost empty except for the few patrols of imperials around. He sighed as he spotted the star destroyer in one of the dry docks. This truly wasn't the Corellia he had loved. The sith had changed nearly everything, he could clearly see why there was once again a rebellion beginning to form. They had to find the source of the transmission on the planet. He knew it would be far more difficult than they had anticipated with the imperials present. They would have to investigate the presence of the imperials and see if what they saw here was a planet wide occurrence. He had zoned out a bit but was knocked back to the conversation by Sabrina, who had begun to talk, "I believe that I can shop for us. It will maintain our cover and give us a reason to get away from the city."

He had missed the slicer asking about sending Sabrina to go get computer parts, but now that he thought about it, it was a good idea. The nearest shop would be just outside the city, a perfect excuse to leave and try to make contact with the underground resistance. In the mean time, before deciding how to continue the mission they would go to the hotel/tavern that the man had suggested for them. "We might as well get a couple of rooms while we are at it. The less suspicious we are the better. It think a few days will be all we need to gather the necessary intelligence that they have requested," Aaron told them, ensuring not to mention the rebellion or anything suspicious in case they were begin watched.

As he finished the man had said, "Sorry say that again?"

He sighed and repeated the plan he had in mind as they walked towards the tavern a few blocks from the spaceport. They had just made it down the main street taking the left headed towards the tavern they had been directed to. The off street was nearly just as deserted as the main street. He could see on the other side of the tavern they were headed to an imperial patrol had been hassling one of the people who had left the tavern headed that direction. "That doesn't look good," Aaron continued, "We need to be careful here if we plan to stay out of trouble."

They entered the tavern through the main door and decided to visit the tavern first. They took the left and entered the establishment. They sat at a booth close to the door Sabrina and Aaron on one side and "Hollow" seated on the other. He glanced at the other patrons in the tavern, there was several of the tables occupied. Two of them were occupied by imperials who appeared to be on third or fourth rounds of drinks. The others contained locals with various amounts of food and drinks. They sat quietly, glancing at the menu, awaiting one of the waitresses to serve them. "Maybe we can get some information from those imperials over there. Alcohol and sensitive information make things interesting when asking questions," he told them quietly.

 

[druchi]

"Yeah I'm thinking that could be quite a good idea. Aaron you and I go introduce ourselves just a hint though don't let them know you are a local? I think they might get pissy otherwise."

Akiara went over and made the business of introducing himself at first just asking for some questions about where to find things when he let slip he was from Drommund Kass. The Imperials faces lit up - little did they know he had only been born on the space station above it and in fact considered Onderon his home. Still they had laughs and eventually he offered to buy the brave Imperials some drinks. There were cheers all round and Akiara introduced Aaron who was greeted with hand shakes and shoulder slaps. It was just a boys night out. The Imperials were a couple of Junior Officers two in the navy one in the Storm Trooper corp the others it wasn't so obvious but they were all prettty young probably no older than nineteen - they sang songs filled with innuendo about the twi'leks. Akiara thought they were Rancorshit personally but he did not let up, he saw that Aaron was increasingly uncomfortable. After a few hours of drinks Akiara started probing he found out about the Star Destroyers one landed in a state of disrepair the other two were apparently fine. All these young Officers came from the grounded one which was held in the massive dry dock. After this Akiara said he needed to leave and took Aaron with him. He lead Aaron into a back alley and rummaged around in his spacers jacket.

"Turned out that was a total waste of time. Look at this ones datapad I think he must be the son of some Admiral or something this datapad is filled with undeleted emails and access codes... this is a real jackpot right here. Still though." He spat on the ground. "Bunch of scumbags. We shoudl message Sabrina let her know she should keep shopping around for some parts while we do some more exploring and I start digging into this datapad some more. I want to check out some other places maybe see if we can get a little closer to that drydock see whats keeping it grounded for now see how tight security is all that jazz. This thing is pretty heavily encrypted apart from the emails from dear father here and the access codes so I'll slice it on the journey outta here. Anyway let's head off somewhere less distasteful."

Akiara was pretty pleased with the haul the Imperials had been fairly drunk though he worried if the brat might notice and then there would be trouble... still it was done now the faster they moved the better.

OOC: Continuing because lack of Phil

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron had sat silently for the most part through the conversations with the imperials. He had interjected a few words when necessary and laughed when required but let his disgust for them show to Akiara. The others would not notice, but the man they had traveled with would pickup on the unease. He breathed a sigh of relief as they stood and made their way out of the diner. Sabrina had already made her way towards the computer parts store. They stopped outside the diner and discussed what they had learned. He listened carefully to the information he stated had been on the datapad. "Perhaps their security is more lax than what we thought. We need to find someone to provide more information if that datapad doesn't have anything else on it. We still need to know important stuff like where are the bases on the planet, how many are there, how many troops are on the base, what can we do to keep the star destroyer dry docked, etc. Not to mention we still need to track down the transmission we were sent here for," he told the man.

They had made their way back to the main street by this time, seemingly headed in the direction their other party member had gone. If stopped, that would be their excuse, but they had something far more sinister planned the imperials need not know about.

 

[Phil]

OOC: Sorry, been... occupied as my signature points out and have not been in the RP mind set. Will try to keep up.


When the time came for the Imperials to leave, things got hot rather fast. One noticed that his data pad was missing. Missing items in establishments was not uncommon and would usually be found my cleaning staff and moved to lost and found. But when one is the son of an Imperial Admiral, there was no time for such procedures. In a mix of drunken slur and some seriousness with the help of his more sober friends, the Admiral's Son demanded the tavern be closed and all be searched before leaving. Once the patrons were searched and escorted out, as well as the staff, still no data pad was found. The Admiral's Son then made issues to the soldiers at the tavern, those who were not drinking and were there for patrols, to spread out of the area and search those nearby. It would upset many civilians to be suddenly approached by Imperials and forced to submit to a search, especially those who were perfectly innocent, but when access codes, troop patrol patterns and his own Father's personal communication line was in the hands of a drunk who was wanting to have some fun, lines had to be crossed.

Sometime after Akiara and Aaron had left the Tavern, they would soon notice some more trooper activity on the streets.

 

[druchi]

"Yeesh, I don't think someone was too happy about that. We should stick to the side streets and alleys to avoid those troopers I saw them start to search people. It's bloody freezing here too imagine making people get rid of their coats in the middle of the night. Probably that brat we nicked this from."

He stored it in his rucksack but from what he could tell there was a huge amount of twi'lek porn on it. He would not envy whoever would have to sift through all that one bit.

"Actually I have an idea I'll just copy the data from his pad... all of it to mine and we can ditch this somewhere a patrol is likely to come across it. Don't want to keep carrying this heat for too long." He had ducked into a rather dank and poorly lit alley again with Aaron and began copying. It took a very long ten minutes that seemed to last an age as stormtroopers went past and patted and searched people

"Our contact says he will meet us tomorrow, we should head back to your ship or find a place to stay tonight your call and I'll drop off twats datapad discretely on the way. A bin or something or I don't know. Somewhere it can be picked up easily enough by the Imperials lose some of this heat. Oh that reminds me should remove the record of the copies made. You know anywhere nice Aaron?"

 

[Aaron Corinth]

Aaron watched as the large amount of troopers began to move about the main street. He knew they were looking for something, and he also knew they happened to have it. We need to ditch this thing fast, he thought watching as Akiara ducked into an alley with him closely behind him. Aaron place a hand on his vibroknife and the other rested on the handle of his blaster as he watched Akiara begin to copy the info on the datapad to his own. He was carefully watching for encroaching imperials into the alley they occupied. The time taken to copy the data seemed like forever, but he had finished the transfer and listened to the man's plan. That would work great, He thought as they began to move to the opposite side from which they entered. "I think a good place to leave the datapad would be back inside or right outside the tavern we took it from. Perhaps he would think, after his drinking he accidentally left it or someone else moved it thinking it was theirs," he told the man.

They had moved almost to the end of the alley when he added, "It seems like that place wasn't too shabby, I think it would be as good a place as any to stay for the night. I will contact Sabrina once we get back to let her know the plan."

He hoped they did not get stopped by the imperials while in possession of the datapad, that would make for interesting conversation. However, they would get a look at the defenses of the base. He shook his head as he dismissed the thought. The last thing they needed was to be arrested and executed on one of their first mission for the rebellion.

 

[Phil]

The search did not stop there, and when The Admiral himself got involved, he interrogated his own son to get his own story. It was not pleasant, especially after hearing he was storing both imperial important files and explicit images of women on the same datapad caused him to box his sons ears with the most ear blistering scolding that even caused a few storm troopers to feel shivers go down his spine. Instead of wasting more time, he issued that all codes that were on the data pad to be changed, a process that would take twenty four something hours given the size of the code. Even with the search gone, a few troops continued to search people on the streets, though limited themselves to off worlders and suspicious looking ones.