Sabotage at Bilbringi

[Malon]

A small Republic transport pulled out of hyperspace right above the planet of Bilbringi. Bilbringi was famous for its shipyards, used to fuel the Republic war effort by building new ships and repairing damaged ones. The transport hung in the air, as if suspended in space by invisible string, only to begin moving shortly after.

It veered downwards towards the planet and its shipyards. Inside the small vessel, a strike team of elite Hutt officers were gearing up for the mission ahead. They were disguised as simple mechanics, technicians, and engineers on a simple job of doing any necessary repairs for the station. The leader of the mission, a tall boy, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes, manned the controls. Though he was young, he was already part of a project that was unknown to most Hutts, even his father; the Mandalore himself.

Viewscreens flickered as the station requested clearance codes. Issac smirked; the Republic thought it was so secure. Months of preying on targets in the Outer Rim and the Hutts had finally managed to capture a small Republic vessel. Using captured Republic pilots and soldiers, Hutt interrogators had managed to extract the clearance codes for this facility and begin planning for the mission they were carrying out now. Punching a few keys into his viewscreen, he transmitted the codes to the command station. Several moments later, the clearance was given.

Issac directed the ship into the nearest hanger bay and sat it down before turning to his team.

"You all know the job. Get to the power grid and insert the virus, then get the hell out." he said, rising to leave.

He flipped a switch, opening the hatch. "Let's move, team."

 

[Batty]

Batvan sat on the transport's bench, doing a standard check on his... 'tools'. Because of the covert nature of this mission, he was restricted on what he could bring along for his well being- but due to the nature of Bat's ways of working he wasn't restricted too much. He whipped down his vibroblade, tucked in his boot under his uniform pant leg. He field stripped and reassembled his Slugthrower which had been specially modified for this mission. This weapon had its barrel shortened, and a special muzzle outfitted to muffle the sound of its expulsion should it be fired, that conveniently made it looks surprisingly like a fusion cutter. Now his grenades. He wasn't stupid enough to carry thermal detonators on the vessel with him, but he certainly had 2 EMP grenades tucked on his person. He patted the small concealed pack on his back and felt they were both there, and moved on to his favorite weapon: His garrote. The Garrote was the only weapon that he carried that was placed almost careless in his newly acquired toolbox. It was tightly coiled in the case where he left it, next to the other assorted tools he had gained for his new role.

He felt the ship touch down out of hyperspace and stood up to stretch his legs. This was his first mission working with these people and he wasn't about to let them down. Issac was a new face to Batvan but the power and determination from this man was nearly emanating from him as he walked towards his crew. The ship had touched down inside of a hangar bay as planned and it was time to do his duty and further the cause of the Hutt Empire the best way he could. Without a single soul being the wiser.

 

[Count Sam]

I will kill the Republic..

This was the only thought that filled the mind of the middle aged Hutt master assasin as he meditated during the whole trip. Gladly today he was assigned on a top secret mission, and he made sure that he was perfectly ready to achieve this mission easly, fastly, and swiftly. After all, the better he did the more respect the clown was going to gain from his superiors.

Although the clown hated the fact that his disguise which he made sure was perfect using his skills made him look like a human he knew well that looking normal was the only way to do well in today's mission. Also the clown had with him a small gearbox in which had a lot of junk stuff which were used to repair computer systems, and ships. He also had his dual lightsabers with hims which he made sure to hide pretty well.

Of course before arriving with awhile the clown made sure to cloak his affinity in the force along with the feelings of his mates, and himself.

After all, if anyone of those who were with him felt worried and a random Jedi appeared out of nowhere they were surely going to be in a lot of troubles.

"do we have a datapad for the location of the grid or do I use my magic?"Of course the magic was a keyword to the force. Also the Clown made sure that his voice was low as he approached his mates.

 

[E-123 Omega]

Finally, it had begun. He had started on the road to becoming a Darksaber. It had taken alot to get them to accept him as just a "hopeful" but he had done it. They`d sent him out to see how he could fair, and they`d soon see. They would all see. His ability, that was.

He had been prepping himself inside the ship for the last half-hour, checking the toolbox for his items, the blaster, fusion-cutter, a few other items common with most mechanics. He the reached into a few of his pockets, ensuring he had his shivs. He had to ensure they were well concealed and secured. He refused to be the one who dropped the ball on this mission.

As they touched down, he disembarked from the ship, keeping his eyes constantly scanning the room. He approached Clown from behind, snorting slightly, speaking in a fake, though convincing, Corellian accent, "Its the datapad. As if your magic does much else then make a room stink when your finger is pulled." Normally, he wasn`t one for coming to anything close to banter, but he had to seem like a normal worker, instead of a darksided Hutt agent looking to cripple the station.

He looked around the hangar towards their leader, raising a questioning brow. "Still, he has a point. Do we have a datapad?"

 

[Malon]

"The coordinates have been uploaded to your datapads. Just don't draw any suspicion." he replied in a hushed town.

With that, the crew disembarked the shuttle and onto the hanger bay floor...

 

[Saint]

The Command station received the incoming vessels codes and cleared it for docking at a bay nearest the wrecked portion of the space station that some young Jedi had inadvertently crashed into, doing hefty damage to the vessel he was piloting as well as to an arm of the station. Luckily, no lives were lost due to this incident as there were no vessels docked out past where they had collided. Emergency protocol was followed to the T, mainly because most of it was automated. Blast doors had secured, keeping the vacuum of space from sucking out the environment within the station and sparing the rest of the station from further damage.

Unfortunately for the vessel itself that the young Jedi was piloting, it had suffered -severe- damage that was to take weeks to fix, perhaps even a couple of months. In an attempt to teach the young man a lesson, Kidd Vegas' mentor decided to leave his Padawan at the space station until the vessel was repaired. He was also to perform whatever duties the maintenance chief thought necessary, leaving it entirely up to his discretion, along with some encouragement that absolutely -nothing- was below the young Jedi. Be it taking out the trash, scrubbing toilets, or space walking to fight of Mynocks, Kidd Vegas was to be his little grunt.

Ideally, it would teach Kidd a couple of things. One, that his actions had consequences... long-term consequences that others would have to spend large amounts of time and resources reparing; and two, he was to learn some humility as well as being afforded time to meditate on his own. Kidd wasn't much of one for meditation, much preferring action with his Jedi mentor than meditating all day. Because of this, some of his more basic Jedi senses weren't as attuned as they should be. Krath, there was a reason that he was still a Padawan learner and not a Jedi Knight. Maybe someday he'd learn... Maybe.

Currently, the young Padawan was off in the open-bay barracks getting some sleep. Along with all the grunt work, he'd been assigned to third shift, a bonus determined by his mentor to help encourage him to meditate and also affording him less folks to interact with and thus be distracted. Add to that, the station chief had him working 12-15 hour days, the chief himself rather irritated with the Jedi Padawan's actions previous regarding the accident, as it had caused damage to his station, and detracted from other timelines and work schedules that he had on his plate.

The ship that just arrived was going to help with all that. These mechanics and technicians were there to takeover the repair and operations of the damaged arm, thus freeing up his own men to catch up and get back on schedule. He had deadlines to meet krath damnit, and he'd be damned if some foolish action by a young Jedi padawan was going to delay his productivity. No flipping way!

As the crew disembarked, the station chief himself was there to greet them, a HUGE ole smile plastered across his face. It was clear that he was -very- relieved that they had finally arrived. Extending a hand to the first one debarking the craft, he introduced himself, "Welcome... Welcome.. Am I -glad- t'see you... Name's Baktah Mose. Call me Bak if y'like. I'm the Station Chief 'ere." Not one to spend too much time lolly-gagging around, he continued on, "I'm sure you all are anxious t'git t'work, so I'll show you the damaged arm, an' then git my guys the krath outta your way." In just a moment or two, maybe a few, he would do just that. Take them right down the hall to the left, kick his own guys out, show them the damage, then leave them to their business. Yup, just that simple.

 

[Malon]

Issac nodded and immediately put up his facade, "'Tis a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mose. I am Keldra, but you can just refer to me as Kel." he said, using the name that was on his cleverly and near flawlessly forged ID, "This here is my team. Like you said, we're pretty anxious to get to work, so if you could just show us the way to the work site, we'll get to work right away."

Issac had to admit, he had a pretty convincing Corellian accent for a Mandalorian. As he awaited a response from the Commander, he reached out through the Force to scope out the station. The shipyard had thousands of personal on it, so the Force was teaming with activity. A particularly light beacon in the Force caught his attention. A Force-sensitive perhaps?

Using the nearby life forms around him as a basis, he wrapped himself in a cloak of the Force that would hide his own sensitivity from any trained Force-sensitive on the station. He then looked back and nodded at his teammates, a silent instruction for them to do the same.

 

[Batty]

Batvan disembarked the ship along with Issac and the rest of the crew, and proceeded to meet with Baktah on the bay floor. Bat wasn't one for talking but he was a good listener, and even better at picking up body language. He knew well that Issac was no fool when it came to missions like this, and he fed off of Issac's professional demeanor. The name on his tag said "Mailo Bigev" and he planned to stick with it.

As the crew began to move he could see Issac was concentrating, even for a slight moment. Batvan knew that look. There are Jedi present. Batvan had no need- nor ability to mask his power. The only strength that could be sensed in his was his cocky attitude, and that was no crime. He carried his toolbox nonchalantly and followed Issac accordingly. To his knowledge Batvan was the only non-force user on his team, and he couldn't be happier. He wasn't the upfront confrontational player like the Bogan tended to be, he was more laid back and subtle.

As he continued walking he checked his wristlet. Although the time, altitude, and core temperature of his body, but also showed the status of a few hidden gadgets he had procured in his field. He possessed a remote detonator for his grenades- both EMP and thermal (though he carried none on him), it contained a high frequency pitch generator used to disorient and temporarily subdue most wildlife (it's come in handy before) and most importantly a remove destruction trigger for his blaster, should he ever need to ditch the evidence.

It was common for lifeforms, particularly men of a vocational trade, to wear one, particularly since they also had the nifty feature of a date book, an alarm, and in the higher class models (which of course Bat had) a comm device to communicate with most standard comm devices within a 1kilometer radius.

He checked the time on his wristlet and stuck close to Issac with his toolbox in hand, and look to the other members of the team to try and get a read on them...

 

[Count Sam]

"Shu't up....we all know that you are only jealous buddy cause my magic always help us when it comes to fixi'n hard shit up"The clown said as he barked out loud. Of course normally in the Dark Jedi temple if Abraxis was insulted by someone who got lower rank than him he always made sure to kill him slowly, but well things were different this time and the were all just acting to get this mission done quickly and safely.

"opps I am so'rry for raisin' up ma voice mr Bak...it's just dat i've been worki'n wid kriffin idiots like him since a long time and well I'm startin' to lose ma patience as i grow up more and more." Abraxis said as he quickly moved forward and extended his hand to shake it with this Bak guy who was in control of this shipyard.

"Nam's Daniel Tahn....pleased to meet ya sir!!"Abraxis said as he smiled warmly to Dak. It seemed that Abraxis as usual was a good actor.

Also Abraxis was not worried when Isacc looked at them since he had already cloaked their presence in the force when they first landed in the docks, but it seemed that for some reason Isacc was not able to sense that.

 

[Saint]

After the semi-formal greetings and hand-shakes all around, Baktah nodded as he took a step back, gesturing to one side as he replied, "Then if you'll jus' follow me this way gentlemen, we'll hit right to it." Turning about, Bak made for the corridor that led down to the wrecked area of the station. As he walked, he commented, "Yup, had some flippin' Jedi think he was hot stuff an' clipped a good portion of the corridor leading out to the last two docking ports."

Shaking his head rather disgustedly, he went on, "His Master wasn't too happy about it either. Left 'im here t'run grunt-work for us while he tended to other matters." Glancing over his shoulder at them, he commented, "Don't worry. I won't be sendin' him down this way t'pester ya'll... and if you -do- see 'im, jus' report 'is ass t'me an' I'll... take care of the situation." Those last five words came out a bit darkly, as though he had something sinister in mind.

Truth was, the station chief had been waiting for the young Jedi to screw up again so that he could -really- stick it to him. Yes, he was -that- upset about the whole accident and damage to his station. It was HIS station!! Freaking Jedi... Pointing with his thumb over his shoulder, Baktah barked at the crew that was just clearing up their tools and cleaning up the work area, making ready for the incoming crew, "Git yer crap an' git out!! New crews here t'take over an' fix your slob-job efforts." Kicking one of them in the seat of the pants, the rest grunted, mumbled, chuckled, and moved on, clearing the way for the new guys.

Bak placed his hands on his hips as he looked over the area. Some of the work that his guys had done actually wasn't too shabby, but they weren't specially trained for station repairs as much as they were spare hands from other projects about the station that their supervisors felt they could spare. When you had help like that, you didn't expect much in the way of quality. What supervisor was going to give up their best guy and take him away from their project? Bak didn't blame them, but on the same token, this arm -needed- to be fixed.

Pursing his lips, he looked over at Kel (who seemed the be the leader of this crew) as he remarked, "Well Kel, guess you guys have your work cut out for you." He paused for a moment as he looked back over the work his men had done, then added, "Take as long as y'need. Desired end-state: I want this arm of the station in just as good a shape as it was when it was first built. Quality-work equals longevity, and I'm going to be running this station for a long, long time." Clapping his hand on Kel's shoulder (if allowed), he stated before walking away, "If you or your men need anything, don' hesitate t'ask." Baktah would hang about only for a moment, long enough for them to give a reply if they needed anything now or any further comment, before taking off down the corridor. He wasn't going to sit here and babysit these grown men. They knew how to do their job... or at least that's what he'd been informed. If need be, he'd check over their work in a few days, but until then, he would be hands-off.
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((Switching to Kidd Vegas))
Kidd was performing more grunt work. This time, his immediate supervisor had told him to report to the chow hall and run meals out to those working on the area he had wrecked just last week. It was an assignment that was definitely NOT to Kidd's liking. Everytime he brought meals out to them, they always glared at him; like it was his fault they were assigned to this work and if they could, they'd beat the holy living piss out of him.

Gritting his teeth and bearing it, Kidd did what he was told. His Master had said that this would build character, and Kidd certainly believed him, but that didn't mean that he had to LIKE it. Rolling the cart of food down the corridor, he really wasn't paying much attention to anyone else. Just strolling along, minding his own business. SUDDENLY, there was an alarm that sounded throughout the station. A voice came over the comm announcing that the station was under attack.

Under attack?!?! The voice continued, a handful of dark Jedi had boarded the station and were now cutting through the blast doors of one of the hangar bays, making their way into the corridor. Kidd's eyes widened. Just ahead, he saw the unmistakeable red blade of a Bogan slicing through the blast door slowly, like a hot knife through butter. Kidd was still only a Padawan and didn't have a real lightsaber. Only a training one that he had left in his room. As it turned out, the folks here found it a bit offensive that he carried even a training one around, and he had been instructed by one of the supervisors to just leave it in his room for the time being, until he was cleared to leave the station.

Now would've been a -real- nice time to have it though. Granted, it wouldn't have done much against these invading Bogan, but still, just having one on him, or at least -appearing- to have a real one on him just might screw with their minds a bit. Regardless, it was too late to run back and get it now. Grabbing up one of the trays of food, Kidd stood right next to the blast door that the Bogan was cutting through. The hole he was making was a bit too small to easily walk through. With a heavy thud, the cut-away portion of the door fell to the outside, edges glowing a hot orange, just waiting to burn flesh.

The first Bogan poked his head through the hole, not able to grab the sides due to the hotness of the edges. Just as he did so, Kidd unleashed a FEROCIOUS swing of the food tray he had been holding, knocking the Bogan out. When he fell forward, the sheer burning edge of the blast door burned through his neck, and slowly severed it, the wicked man's head falling to the floor. Not one to skip a beat, Kidd kicked the head aside after dropping the tray, pulling out his blaster and opening fire at the remaining three Bogan inside the hangar bay.

One of them was caught off-guard as a blaster bolt seared through his throat and spinal column, killing him instantly. The remaining two began to deflect Kidd's blaster bolts, batting them harmlessly away though not skilled enough to direct the fire back at him. After only a moment or two of this, Kidd reached out with his hand, using the Force to retrieve one of the dead Bogan's REAL lightsabers. For a bit, the three of them together were at a standstill. Neither of the Bogan wanted to move forward through the hole, and Kidd was content enough to keep them trapped in the bay.

Suddenly, Kidd had an idea. Grabbing a handful of the back of the dead Bogan's robes who was lying in the hole, he jerked the headless body through, into the corridor, then dove into the hangar bay himself, tumbling into a roll and coming up on his feet in a graceful maneuver. Illuminating the red blade of death (his lightsaber), Kidd began to make quick work of the two Bogan... or so he thought he was going to. Though Kidd was obviously superior in lightsaber combat than either of these two, he decided to toy with them a bit, employing a different form than he was used to.

Taunting them, Kidd said something about the dark side being weak and them being foolish, that they should join him now and be redeemed. Turn back to the light. One of them cursed him, spat in his face as he swore he would never. No sooner had the words left his mouth than did Kidd relieve him of his head, decapitating him in one fell swoop. Clearly outmatched, the last Bogan fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness, swearing that he would put an end to his evil days, turn back to the light, and make amends tenfold for his actions against the good and the innocent.

Humbly, Kidd accepted and informed the former Bogan that he would present him before the Council, pleading on his behalf that he be reinstated and make good on his promises. Until then though, he was going to help Kidd with his menial duties, blessing the good people of this working station in whatever ways they could. Yup, all of a sudden, Kidd found himself believing that much more solidly in the lessons his Master had taught him. Today, he was an exemplary Jedi, worthy of recognition in the Jedi Archives. Today... he was a hero.. AND a savior.

Just then, Kidd awoke from his sleep. His dream had been incredible... too bad it was only a dream. Real life struck him in the face soon enough as he sat up on his rack. Holding a hand over his stomach, he felt a dark disturbance in the Force. Dark Jedi!! Bogan!! They were here!! Wait... no... that was last night's Mongo beefhead sliders. Apparently they weren't cooked all the way through. Kidd groaned as he kept his hand over his stomach, making his way quickly to the refresher. Those sliders were bound and determined to make their way out of his system, from one end or the other...

 

[E-123 Omega]

"Yeah, maybe I am." he replied to Clown's retort, still maintaining the Corellian accent. He was also somewhat amused their leader also chose Corellian. He wondered if it was at all suspicious, but decided it was too late for that.

As the head of this station entered to greet them, he made a small wave before they were lead off down a corridor. Yackity yack, this idiot just went on. Luckily he did provide interesting information on a Jedi being present. Now he knew why some of the others masked their presence. He himself didn't need to. For the moment, his presence was like that of any untrained Force sensitive. But that was beside the point. The point was Jedi was here. Maybe he'd have a chance to kill him? Probably not. Still, one could dream.

Darshev chose then to move. He broke off from the group, and easily too, being at the back. He broke open the holo-map of the station, intent on following it all the way to the grid. Whats more, only that idiot knew where Darshev "needed to be" and could blend in with the other workers easily enough.

He darted down a hall, trying to correlate where he was on the map. It'd take time, but atleast he was the first away, and had the best chance to put the virus in first.

 

[Malon]

Once the commander had left, Issac noticed Darshev take off on his own. He sighed; the imbecile didn't even bother informing the group, but it was of no consequence. They would just have to improvise to cover his recklessness. In a low whisper, he began giving out orders to his squad.

"Alright, seems there's a Jedi on board. We'll have to be extra careful. Since our friend has decided to go off on his own, I will try to locate the security outpost on the station and take control there. Since the commander is the only one who knows were we're suppose to be, it should be easy for me to get there. Once I control the security terminals, it'll be easy masking our presence. As for you two, go and find Darshev and back him up. He'll need assistance if this thing turns rotten." he commanded.

Without waiting to hear their answer, he pulled out his datapad, quickly cross referenced the map and determined his destination, and then he was off through the halls.

 

[Batty]

Batvan sighed and chuckled with a smidgen of disappointment in his tone.

"Aye sir, i'll keep my eyes on him."

Batvan replied to Issac opening his mouth for the first time since he left the landing shuttle. He wasn't one to provide needless banter, particularly with an objective at hand, at right now his objective was to make sure his 'partner' didn't do anything he was going to regret.

Batvan opened his holomap for a single second and studied it briefly before turning to Issac to inform him of the information he knew. If he knew anything about space station construction- it was that the powergrid ALWAYS had a magnetic field lock- which any two-bit lock pick and novice infiltrator could get past, and a power supply back up should any- or all -systems fail. He couldn't risk Darshev missing such a system back up and he began to inform his team leader.

"Issac wait. Stations of this size will damn near always have a reserve power supply to keep itself afloat in times of emergency- or attack. If Dar is that rash to run off like that we can't rely on him to know that nor find it on his own. Want me to take it out instead?"

Batvan was no stranger to sabotage and destruction. Although hacking wasn't his preferred method of entry or disruption, he was surely proficient at it, and would when necessary. Bat reopening his HoloMap and before Issac could reply he studied the lay out trying to use his knowledge of station layout to pinpoint the location of said reserve. Any moron knows not to put both major hotspot in the same wing let alone the same room, and for this mission to go flawlessly and look as inconspicuous as possible, the reserve power needed to be cut before the main. Less the administration of the station realize that danger was afoot and alert the security, or heaven forbid the Jedi.

 

[Count Sam]

"Well....if you are going to take out the extra power reserver then I could surely tag along. I can use he force to completly disappear and then disable the camera's and and securty auto weapons to clear the way for you.." Abraxis said as he ignored the idiot who just went on, and started to search on his own. After all, idiot like this one always made the Bogan Empire look bad and Abraix hated those kind of people so damn much. Of course this fools actions were not going to be ignored.

"We can do that while Isaac contact that idiot who went on and tag with him to take the main reserver...Of course I am not sure if that is quit the best ide because the Republic technicans might notice that somethin is wrong with the cameras, or maybe I can just sneak on alone using force clock alone and take down the reserver supply while you guys take the main" Abraix suggested as he continued to walk along with his team members. Of course he was using the force to detect his surroundings. After all, it would suck if any unexpected thing happened.

 

[Saint]

Just as he arrived back at the central command area, Baktah's stomach growled hungrily. He hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning, having skipped over lunch. Might as well get something to eat now before I dive back into my work, he thought to himself. Suddenly, he realized that he hadn't told the incoming crew where the chow hall was, or even where they had set aside some rooms for their stay. Bak didn't expect them to sleep on their ship this whole time and had ensured that his men had set-up a half-dozen rooms.

"Krath damnit," he swore aloud to himself, then beckoned for one of his Lieutenants. "Randall," he barked as he pointed in the general direction of the broken arm of the space station, "Tha' new crew that just arrived... their boss' name is Kel. Go frickin' show him where the chow hall is... and the rooms we have set aside for him and his men." Shaking his head, he couldn't believe that he had forgotten to do that. All up in a hurry to get things cracking, and he'd totally spaced basic hospitality... Nice.

"Roger Sir," Randall replied as he turned away from his monitoring station and gave a co-worked a pat on the shoulder as he smirked. Whatever it was, it was an inside joke between the two of them. Taking a different route than the station chief had on the way back from the broken arm, Randy (Randall) swung by the cafeteria briefly to pick up a cup of joe for himself before meeting up with this new repair team. Adding a bit of cream and sugar, it was only a few moments before he was back on his way again.

Bypassing a four-armed humanoid with bright blue fur, Randall looked over his shoulder at him, quirking an eyebrow. There weren't a lot of Pho Ph'eahians stationed on this space station. In fact, less than a handful. This guy must've been with the new crew. That was promising as that alien race was known to be pretty tech savvy. Probably an excellent repairman, Randy thought to himself as he continued along his way. Then he began to wonder just where that guy was headed... Bah, if he gets lost, he'll ask, he decided to himself, leaving him be as he continued on task.

Finally making his way to the damaged arm of the space station, Randy looked around a bit and even called out with a few Hello's and Kels. Curious, they weren't anywhere around here. He'd checked the entire area and didn't even see any evidence of a team -being- there. "That's odd," he stated softly to himself, then turned about to make his way to where he knew they had docked. It only took a few moments as they were barely a bay away from the damaged portion of the arm. Punching in his command code, Randall opened the door to the hangar bay and stepped inside.

Their shuttle seemed inconspicuous enough, though the ramp was still open. Perhaps they are gathering up their tools and such, Randy assumed to himself, calling out once again as the hangar door sealed behind him, a force of habit on his part. "Kel?" he called out in a loud voice, though nothing was really powered on and running aloud, perhaps they were in the refresher or something. Unlikely they would -all- be in there at the same time... "Guys?!" he hollered out again, this time at the foot of the ramp to their shuttle. Still nothing. This -was- curious.

Whipping out his comm, Randall made contact with the command center, getting a hold of Baktah Mose. "Yeah boss," he said, and began to state just what he had found. No workers. No tools. No nothing. Just an empty shuttle and no signs of the new crew... well, except for that four-armed blue furred humanoid he had passed walking down one of the corridors... though he wasn't quite sure just -where- he had been headed... Curious. "Th' Krath did they go?" Baktah asked himself quietly as he furrowed his brow. And here they had seemed so anxious to get to work...
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((Switching to Kidd Vegas))
Kidd was running late to his assigned duties today, but he couldn't help it. Nature had called... repeatedly. Well, the sliders had called. A little too true to their name, they had finally made their escape, though the process was gut-wrenching and drawn out. That morning, he had made FIVE trips to the refresher. FIVE!! Two of them exceptionally more productive than the other three, though each time, he did just sit there for awhile, groaning as he was bent over in some pain. He'd have a word with that cook today. That much was certain.

Reporting in finally, his supervisor chewed him out some and they traded words back and forth about what happened. Once Kidd's stomach growled exceptionally loud, his boss told him to go take care of it, get some GOOD food put in it, and report back, but that he was going to tack an extra two hours onto the end of his duty day today. At least he had been somewhat understanding Kidd thought to himself. Certainly though, he was still paying for his accident over a week ago. He wasn't exactly the most liked person on the space station right now. Nope, not by a longshot.

Stepping into the chow hall, Kidd decided to take his supervisor's advice and stick with the more healthy choices of food that were available. A salad... veggies... stay clear of anything greasy... and have a tall glass of blue milk. The cook today wasn't the same one that had prepared his sliders last night (or whatever time of day it was for everyone else, Kidd's own internal body clock was so offset since he was working third shirt), so he decided to not say anything about the struggles he had had in the refresher earlier. Sitting off by himself, Kidd didn't exactly rush his meal, seeing as he was already going to have to work for two more hours today. Krath, he had a -long- day ahead of him...

 

[E-123 Omega]

Frak. He wasn't sure why, but he felt weird when that particular worker passed him by, like it would bite him in the ass like some sort of nexu. Nasty buggers. It was because of this he felt the need to contact the team. Upon rounding the corner, holding the toolbox with his lower right hand, he opened it open, shuffling through with his three other hands, prying forth his comm. device. He placed it on his ear and begun to speak.

"Come in, this is Quad-Limb. Sorry about leaving you all behind before, but I figured that then would be the best chance to leave without raising too many suspicions. I just hope you all didn't take on my idea too quickly, can't afford us all to dissapear at once huh?" He paused for a moment, letting a worker pass before he continued. "So, by the gist of my map, I am closing in on generator. Whats your statuses?" He turned down a corner, still trying to figure his exact coordinates. Using his memory of the turns he made with where the shuttle was, he determined a few more corridors would lead him to the generator.

 

[Malon]

Issac had little time to get much further down the hall before his other teammates had caught up with him and presented a second problem with the original plan; a backup generator. Aside from that, now all four of them were gone from the original work-site. They'd need an alibi if someone found them along the way.

"Fine, Batvan, you can go find the back up power station and disable it. Abraix, you head back to our work-site and deal with the commander. Make up a good excuse for while we were all missing. I'll go take care of the security terminals." he hissed in a whisper.

Just then, a garbled transmission came over their comlinks.

"Krath dammit..." he cursed under his breath.

He briefly turned to Batvan and Abraix and nodded at them to go about the commands he had just given them, ignoring the comlink, while he dealt with the other one.

As quiet as possible, he ripped his comlink out of his pocket and brought it to his mouth to speak. Luckily, their com-channel was secure, preventing it from being picked up by the station.

"For Krath's sakes... This is Red Leader. I'm going to the security terminals to cover your tracks. While you were away we discovered there was a backup power grid, so I've sent one of the others to deal with that. Just keep moving and whatever you do, don't blow our cover."

With that, and a quick check to make sure no one had been listening, he hurried down the hall.

 

[Batty]

Batvan nodded and and began to walk down the halls with a calm 'purposed' demeanor. According to his holomap, the main power supply was on the current floor in the western most arm. (at least as westward as he could tell from a space station) and the reserve power was 5 floors above him on the North-West arm. Reserve power was normally kept under lock and key, but in a rather inconspicuous location. They were moderately guarded; surely with a keypad/retinal scanner entry, but that was anything a novice hacker could get past. The trick was going to be if there was any sort of trap meant to not deter, but catch.

Batvan headed down the halls of the shipyard and did his best to find the lift up to the fifth floor. The good news is, since both power grids were on different floors AND different wings, it was less likely that he and Darshev would encounter anyone who would recognize BOTH of then, especially since Batvan had the luck of his race on his side. Batvan was a tall slender Zabrak, a race that was fairly common amongst the Republic payroll, and thankfully wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. He passed worker after worker and few even acknowledged his existence let alone gave him a glance.

Following corridor after corridor, he finally reached the lift with practically zero interaction with other workers. He approached it and saw another man standing there. The man was about as tall as him- around 6'0 and carried a clipboard. The man looked important, and as Batvan got closer he saw the badge of rank on his pelt. He was a Lieutenant. Clearly one of authority here, Bat would have to play his cards right if he wanted to get onto the lift with this man and walk away as quietly as he came. Bat approached the lift and engaged the man in conversation, and in a relaxed manner crossed his hand over his wrist.

"Greetings Lieutenant, how are things this time around?"

Batvan engaged the man

"Hmm Can't say i've seen you around before, What is your name and occupation?"

"My name is Mailo Bigev, i'm part of the restoration crew after the fiasco that padawan caused. I've seen you around and heard of you through whispers."

"Ah yes that mess...Quite the headache. Well if you're part of that what are you doing here at the lift?"

Dammit...

The 2 stepped in the lift and continued their conversation once the door closed behind them.

"I'm retrieving power conduits from the 5th floor maintenance halls, we need to isolate the power running under the bay before we begin the remainder of the restoration."

"Oh? Well im glad to see you've made such progress. I shall send a supervisor down to check on your progress thus far."

"Ah Very good sir. we look forward to his arrival. Might i ask who will be checking on us?"

"Well i suppose i can tell you, it will most likely be Corporal Jiggs. Any more question then?"

"No Sir, Go about your duty."

With a hearty salute, the Lieutenant walks off and continues his work, while Batvan continues the lift up to the 5th floor. The officer left on the 4th floor, so its unlikely they'll meet again- But now Bat had another problem. Dealing with Cor. Jiggs was going to be an unforeseen setback, but one Batvan would have to take in stride. Bat stepped out of the lift and began walking towards the secondary power grid to his primary objective.

 

[Count Sam]

"Roger that!!" Abraxis said as he turned his heels around and started to walk back toward where they originally came from. Abraxis hated the fact that he was given such a boring task to do while the others had all the fun, but still tricking the Corellian commander was surely going to need some skills and if natural skills did not work then there was obviously the force;however, Abraxis did not want to use the force as long as he had the choice to since it was most likely going to arise a lot of suspicious.

"'Hello there!!" Abraxis said greeting the younger security officer who was obviously sent to check on them in the working location. Gladly, it seemed that Abraxis just made it in the right time. Hopefully, he was going to do well today and trick these fools into making them believe that he and his mates were professional maintaince workers who knew exactly what they were doing.

Yeah after all deception was a thing that all Bogan assassins excelled in.

(sorry for the short and poor post I am quit tired and just had an exam today so my brain is all munch)

 

[Malon]

Issac reached the security outpost several minutes later. He could only pray that his teammates hadn't blown things for them. Reaching into the Force, he could feel three lifeforms within. Not good. He looked up and down the hallways. No sign of any workers. That was good. The security outpost was at the far end of the of the hall, but was near the center of the station, quite aways away from where Issac's team had docked on, though, for the most part, it was fairly secluded from the rest of the station, which would make it easy to "take care" of the three men stationed inside without arising suspicions.

Reaching into his tool pouch, which hung around his waist, he pulled out a hydrospanner. Only, this was no ordinary hydrospanner. Using the Force, he unscrewed and disassembled the tool, revealing his lightsaber, hidden inside. It was no ordinary lightsaber, either. It was, in fact, the ancient darksaber, passed down in Clan Vizsla for four years now; ever since the Bogan attacked the Jedi Temple and had acquired the object.

The weapon had somehow fallen into the previous head of the Vizsla clan's hands and then given to his father when the latter became the new Mand'alor. Upon sending Issac to train in the ways of the Force, Ge'tal had given the darksaber to Issac for his own use.

Now the only obstacle was to get into the security chamber and deal with the occupants. No big deal. With a small, unnoticeable tug of the Force, the door slid open.

"H-hey! Who goes there?!" shouted the closest man.

It was too late. The black blade of the darksaber ignited and slashed through flesh and bones. All three men didn't even have time to scream before going to meet the darkness. Switching off his weapon and returning it to his belt, he quickly hid the deaths with a cloak in the Force, so that the Jedi on board wouldn't sense it. He then used the door panel to seal and lock the door tightly from the inside. No one from the outside would be getting in very easily.

He then moved up to the security panels and began working his magic...