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(OOC: THIS THREAD IS FOR THE EVACUATION OF MANDALORE. IT IS OPEN TO ALL MANDALORIANS AND KUSHARI)
In less than two hours, all the schematics and research data that MandalMotors had accumulated over the decades had been successfully transferred to a small data card and that card was now being placed within a small, protective case no bigger than a typical slugthrower magazine. Coro secured the four locking mechanisms on the small case before slipping it into a pouch at his side and retrieving his helmet from where it sat on top of the nearest console. Typing a short numeric sequence into the nearest keypad, he activated the program that would wipe the database clean, leaving nothing behind. As Coro clipped the helmet to his utility belt, he passed through the exit, two other Mandalorians leaving their posts on either side of the doorway to join him.
"It's done." Coro spoke into his helmet comlink after opening an encrypted channel, "I have everything."
"Ori'jate." A voice replied a moment later, "Now that that's taken care of, I need you to focus on coordinating MandalMotors' part in this evacuation. Whatever ships you can spare, ori'vod... If they aren't carrying machinery or supplies, fill them with Mando'ade. We need everyone off this rock as soon as possible. You have the rendezvous coordinates, 'lek?"
"Yes, I do." Coro responded within the privacy of his helmet, leaving the building far behind as he made his way toward Keldabe's starport, "And don't worry about our part. I've already sent orders to all our pilots. If we've got any space at all, we'll use it. I've ordered every empty freighter we have to pick up passengers from the more remote settlements along with whatever resources we can gather. The troop carriers assigned to the major cities should be able to handle the majority of the population."
"No one gets left behind, ori'vod."
"No one will. You have my word."
In less than two hours, all the schematics and research data that MandalMotors had accumulated over the decades had been successfully transferred to a small data card and that card was now being placed within a small, protective case no bigger than a typical slugthrower magazine. Coro secured the four locking mechanisms on the small case before slipping it into a pouch at his side and retrieving his helmet from where it sat on top of the nearest console. Typing a short numeric sequence into the nearest keypad, he activated the program that would wipe the database clean, leaving nothing behind. As Coro clipped the helmet to his utility belt, he passed through the exit, two other Mandalorians leaving their posts on either side of the doorway to join him.
"It's done." Coro spoke into his helmet comlink after opening an encrypted channel, "I have everything."
"Ori'jate." A voice replied a moment later, "Now that that's taken care of, I need you to focus on coordinating MandalMotors' part in this evacuation. Whatever ships you can spare, ori'vod... If they aren't carrying machinery or supplies, fill them with Mando'ade. We need everyone off this rock as soon as possible. You have the rendezvous coordinates, 'lek?"
"Yes, I do." Coro responded within the privacy of his helmet, leaving the building far behind as he made his way toward Keldabe's starport, "And don't worry about our part. I've already sent orders to all our pilots. If we've got any space at all, we'll use it. I've ordered every empty freighter we have to pick up passengers from the more remote settlements along with whatever resources we can gather. The troop carriers assigned to the major cities should be able to handle the majority of the population."
"No one gets left behind, ori'vod."
"No one will. You have my word."
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