Led by Jamie and Cyril the group made their way across town until they were only two blocks from the small field the slavers used as their base.  Security looked reasonable but not over-the-top.  A 10 metre high duracrete fence surrounded the property.  There was only one main gate that was reinforced from the inside.  An overhead flight had shown a security booth just inside the gates.  There was a parapet all the way around that was manned be three Trandoshans at all times.

Little else could be determined without getting inside.  A closer flyby had resulted in warning shots from a mounted anti-ship laser turret.  Clearly these guys did not enjoy company, nor was subtlety their strong point.

The only clear vantage point for a sniper/observer was a residential building two blocks away and close to the group's position.  It's roof would allow one to look down into the airfield though they ran the risk of being spotted by an alert sentry.  Added to which the building had security on the front door with swipe card access.  One could not merely 'walk in'.




OOC:  Over to you guys.  If you need specifics feel free to attach PM's to me in your posts.

OOC2:  Remember to include what equipment you guys are carrying.  If you don't list it and you want it later that's too bad.  I assume you all have personal sidearms and your encrypted commlinks.  Anything else you'll have to list.
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Exilim stood quietly to one side awaiting his orders.  Over his shoulder he carried a duffel bag in which was held his dismantled sniper rifle.  He didn't know if he should have brought it but he was the team's sniper and he was determined to be prepared.  His only other weapons was a heavy pistol on his hip and a vibrodagger tucked into his boot.

Periodically his eyes went to the roof of the nearby residential building.  Its roof offered him a good sniping spot, but it was awfully exposed.  Was it too much of a risk to be up there?  He silently looked around for good vantage points whilst he waited for orders.
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Jamie sighed, taking in the scene.
"Somehow I figured this would be a little more...private.  Xil, Flash, go ahead and prepare yourselves on...or near...that roof up there.  Stay somewhere hidden unless one of us actually gives the order to fire.  If they see you, we're in pretty deep.  Keep radio silence unless absolutely necessary."
Jamie checked his comlink, then fiddled absently with his gear for a moment.  He wore light armor and carried a pistol, a vibroblade, and an ascension gun.  He seems excited at the prospect of his first real mission with the Black Talons.
Don't mess this up, Jamie.  Give Dad a reason to be proud of you!
"Alright, Crusaders, it seems we won't just be walking in.  We'll be knocking first!  Everybody ready?  Oh, yes...does anyone speak Dosh?"

Nirro was nervous. It was like the nervousness he experienced before battleexcept that this wasn't a battle. At least, it wasn't supposed to be and Nirro fervently wished it wouldn't turn out to be one. He came well prepared for any eventuallity, he carried his blaster on his hip, his datapad and credit chip in one of the many pouches and pockets on his vest. His all temperature cloak around his shoulders. He didn't think he'd need it but one never knows what will end up being neccessary. Be prepared for anything. That was Nirro motto. Dosh? No, don't beleive I know that language.

Allen looked around him at the buildings, trying to find a better concealed vantage point than that open roof.  Just visible under his camo-style all-temp cloak, were his blaster pistol on one hip and his tool kit on the other.  Packed up in a conveniently unnoticeable backpack under his cloak was his rifle.  "Sorry, I don't either."

Exilim shakes his head.  "Languages were never my strong point."

He looks to the rooftop once more.  "Uh, how do you propose I get up there?  I don't have an access card and I'm no slicer or fast-talker."

"If I could somehow gain access to one of the rooms on the upper floors I would have a wonderful vantage point.  I'd still have good sight but I'd be concealed.  On the roof I'll stick out for kilometres.  In a room I could be ebhind one of dozens of windows.  However I have no idea how we might gain entry to one of the apartments; not my specialty."
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Cyril Hyquin remained quiet as Jamie commented on how openly the slavers seemed to operate. Though he could easily answer that question, he didn't bother to explain at the moment - divulging what general information he knew would bring only questions that would distract the others from the mission.

"I had planned on our Trandoshan ex-ally on teaching me their tongue, but it seems I shall have to learn it elsewhere," replied Cyril instead, thankful that the topic had changed, with his tone now back to the character of the Crusader commander.

He cared not to bring additional tools to the mission - he already had everything he needed on his person: the equipment he had requisitioned before leaving the Indefagitable, as well as his personal 'kit'. Efficiency was always his strongest point, besides his ability to be secretive. He took only a few moments to adjust his vest to provide just a little more comfort, considering how restrictive such 'armor' had always been in a mission. Then again, life and death sometimes came close to mere millimeters; those millimeters were often worth the slight discomfort.

Cyril looked at the residential building, and listened intently to Exilim's assessment. He had done little sniping in his time; the pistol was his favored blaster weapon, and even then only on 'stun'. However, he could not disagree that a sniper out on the roof would be a very noticeable target in such an open enviroment.

"You need to get inside?" he inquired, rhetorically. "If so, which one among you has experience in disabling security devices?" he asked next, though he already expected one or two of them to answer. "And I assume that person brought along the proper tools?"

As he waited for their response, Cyril began to subtlely observe the goings-on around the building's entrance.

Leaning against a wall, Devon glowered up at the building they were talking about entering.  He scowled at the various windows for a moment, as if there were already snipers in the rooms, all aimed at him.  like Nirro, he was jumpy, and trying to cover it with his cover personality - surly and combative.  Devon glared up at the building as if it was a personal insult and shook his head curtly in response to Jamies question about languages.



Straightening up from his slough against the wall, Devon gave the buildings doors a speculative look.
'Generally, I do vehicles... but I'll give it a shot unless someone else wants first crack at it.

Jamie frowned at the residential building.  Under normal circumstances he would blow open a door without a second thought.  Unfortunately, it was a residential building; he wouldn't want to harm any innocents...not to mention the lack of explosives.  He glanced back at the slaver building; it was killing him inwardly to stick to his own advice, but he would have to resist spending all his resources before the main target.  With a wince he returned to the scene.
"I could try if Devon can't.  I have a little know-how, but no tools.  I don't think two of us should just wait here in the street, though.  They do have sentries on those walls, and we'd look rather suspicious standing outside the front door.  Unless Nirro and Cyril would like to take a walk around the block, we'll all go make sure Flash and Xil can reach a good vantage point.  I'd rather not break into anyone's house, though."

Cyril shakes his head disappointedly at finding out that the two he expected to answer affirmatively, didn't think of bringing tools for their trade.

"Let's go," he said, as he began to walk to the front door of the residential building. Thankfully, it seemed that traffic was light - one to two persons every minute, at most. Along the way, he subtlely pulled out a device from his clothing - a security kit. He had not wanted to show that he had it, but the lack of foresight from the experts in the team meant that his field experience was far more valuable now than their know-how. A spook always needed to be one or two steps ahead; being one step behind meant failure, or worse.

"Never leave base without your work tools," he lectures, as he hands over the kit to Devon. "Devon, disable that terminal, but try to make it look like you're repairing it. Exilim, Flash, try to look impatient, then walk right in the moment that door opens. Leave any curious bystanders or passers-by to me."
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As they reached the doorway, Devon waved off the offer of Cyrils security kit, then rummaged in the pack he was carrying and produced one of his own.

'I never said I didnt have the stuff I needed...' he mumbled by way of explination as he gave the lock an appraising look.  'I just said that...' he opened the kit, extracted a comlink and handed it to Cyril.  'generally its vehicles I do.  Keep an eye on that - if it goes off, then I've triggered a silent alarm; which is a Bad Thing.'

Now that he was dealing with something more within his realm of experience, Devons earlier jitters evaporated and he worked calmly and methodically; running sensors over the terminal, popping open panels to attach his gear to the exposed wiring and glancing frequently at commlink he'd handed to Cyril.
'Stole a YT-1300 once...' he added conversationally as he worked.  'Nice ship.  Shame I didnt get to keep it'

"Shame I had to show mine," was Cyril's lone thought.

Taking back the security kit, plus the device from Devon's, he looked at the others and silently offered the security kit to anyone else who had security experience. If none would, he would simply shrug, return the kit back to it's place under his garments, and act as if he never had it.

"A Corellian transport, right?" Cyril replied, picking up on the conversation. He began to appreciate the methodical precision of Devon's lock-breaking; he could hardly do any better than what he could see the shipjacker doing now. For his part, he thought that talking was at least keeping the other 'Crusader' focused. "What'd you do with it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't think to bring one," said Jamie, accepting the security kit from Cyril.  "I'll keep it until we get back to base, if that's alright with you?"
He watched Devon's masterful work intently.  "You're better than I thought.  Good thing, too!" he said with a quick chuckle.

Allen looks impatient.  "Hurry up already," he says, tapping his foot.  You notice the faintest smile on his face.

Devon accepts the security kit and goes to work on the lock whilst Jamie stands in front of him to conceal his work.  The security is of poor quality and is no match for Devon's skills.  Less than ten seconds later the door beeps, gratning them access to the building.




OOC:  I didn't let you take 10 as requested Devon as people are coming in and out of the building at times and others walk by.  You don't have the luxury of taking your time.  So I rolled it instead.

"Nice work, Devon!" Jamie said, beaming.  "I'm not sure I could have done that.  Let's get these two a nest to sit in."
Jamie enters the building and looks for stairs or an elevator or some other way to the roof or the next floor.

"Go," Cyril tells Exilim, Flash and Webb. "The rest of us will be on the lookout down here. Keep your comms on standby."

When the others proceed inside, he waits until Devon replaces the terminal to it's former condition, before motioning for him and Nirro to follow him to a discreet corner. There, he begins to intermittently engage the men in a casual manner, all the while watching the front entrance for any signs of danger.

Allen walks in.  "Well, don't stand around looking suspicious, let's go!"  He walks in and proceeds to make his way towards the top of the building through the most obvious route.

Nirro saunters along with Cyril trying to liook inconspicous. He will stand with the other men keeping a careful watch at bothe the building they just broke into as well as the base. He will also engage them in conversation, whether real or feigned, to cover up his observations.

'Remind me to tell you about it when we get back to... base.'  Devon replied.  Whatever had happened to the YT-1300 he had purloined, he didnt feel talking about it in public was the best idea.

Mumbling to himself, Devon continued to work on the door.



Devon blinked in suprise as the lock quietly clicked open - even allowing for it being a simple residential lock, he hadnt expected it to open that fast...

Making a note of what access codes would be needed to open the door next time, Devon quickly removed evidence of his tampering, packed his tools away and then followed along after Cyril...