OOC: Sorry for the long post.


"Alright," Darvin says, somewhat pleased that his ideas had been so well taken as a whole. "There's a lot of ground to cover... Here's what I think our primary objectives for the recon should be:

• We need to get as much information for our next convoy run.
  
• We'll also need to figure out the Refinery Plant's layout and get a leg up on the refinery hit.

"Given you seem to have some ideas on the tagger, Cor, can you work with Xil to see if you can get something that we could adapt to a sniper riffle, or something similar? Do we even have one for him?" He asked, his brow arching up as he looked over towards Rann, though he quickly resumed his chain of thoughts. "Maybe Devon and Mika can assist before they leave for Phindar Prime... At worse, we'll have to get up close and personal, which is something I would like to avoid, so I also see the point in taking a second approach in gaining their jump coordinates, in case we fail on the first idea," he continued.

"Ms. Masters, I'll want you with us on Phindar, and I'd like you to try slicing the information through indirect means... maybe they file flights plans, maybe a droid will need some maintenance and has all that information already. Let's try not to slice imperial networks. We wouldn't want to tip our hand, inadvertently.

"That should pretty much cover the first objective? Now the second objective will need more work, and we should get as much of it done in advance," he said. "I figure we'll need:

• Very detailed plans of the place, and its surroundings,
  
• The plant's employee database and shift schedules, particularly their security details,
  
• The plant's maintenance schedule, especially to see if there is a crew coming in for a scheduled maintenance that we could work with.
  
• Refinery Plant's Response Times and Emergency Counter-measures as well as Phindar's Response times to emergencies, this includes their places of origin and possibility of infiltrating/disabling ahead of time,
  
• Plan for a diversion that can get their security to look the other way.

"Merreck / Rann, I think we can whip up those unhappy crewmen and maybe use them as that  distraction. Any distraction that you can stir up, might draw security forces away from us long enough for us to attempt something if we need it. Lay down some ground work for it to happen when we need it later, and perhaps test out the security response times while we're at it. You and Rann might also be able to find out if there are outside entities that regularly work at the refinery. Maintenance, repair, medical... whatever it is, if we can find a side way in, perhaps Masters can slice into their system and help me make any IDs that much more credible," he added.

"Masters, obviously front and center again on this second objective. You could work with Merreck and Rann on which data systems we could slice into, and perhaps see if there's a way to slice the Refinery's mainframe. The Refinery ought to be the very last thing we do, because it may give us away. Also, if we put something on their servers, I want to make sure you have a failsafe for that information to be removed.

"Xil, I don't think we'll need to walk into the refinery on this first pass, but we will have to when the time actually comes up to blow it all up. Since you're the best person to lead a team in, we should explore infiltration points and exit strategies. If you think I need to get a combat droid to help with placing charges in Tandem, I'll have to figure out a way to get that piece of metal into play. I'd rather not go that route if we can avoid it.

"Aryan Jai... I'll need someone to watch our backs. I'd rather it be you, than a droid that attracts a lot of attention." Darvin smirked at this, as if he had reservations about droids in the first place. Luckily Cor wasn't around to notice.

Darvin paced a bit as if thinking some more... "One last thing," he said as if remembering an important detail. "We can't go in this time around with a full set of equipment that will raise suspicions. Weapons will have to be low key... so if you have doubts, come and see me."

The R2 unit lets out a few low whistles, watching Darvin as he speaks.

Cor can be heard.  "I will happily work with Mister Nallis but I have been thinking.  As Mister Nallis points out there is no way of firing something from a sniper rifle without it shattering on impact."  Tapping keys can be heard.  "Slugs fired from sniper slugthrowers strike their target before the sound can catch up; it would be as useless as, say, trying to fire tranquiliser darts through a sniper rifle."

She lets out a little sigh and there is the creak of a chair as if she is leaning back from her terminal.  "I am looking into it at the moment and not a single form of tracking device capable of sending hyperspace signals would be small enough to fire in anything less than a cannon, in any case.  To add to that, a tracking signal is useful for finding where something is but useless for determining where it is going to be; leaping on the convoy seems as if it would rely on attaining astrogating coordinates, and a tracking sensor would be useless for that.  Slicing is a better option in all respects, as long as Ms Masters can reach a spot that will allow her to slice in."
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"It was worth a shot," Darvin said from where he stood.

"Happens to the best laid plans Mister Sloan.  If a contingency falls through, then you just focus on the others."

Mika snorts in response to the R2's whistles before quieting herself down again to listen to what the others had to say.  Wanting to get back to her work on the comms and nav consoles but remembering Sheppard's response to Cor wanting to leave the prior meeting, Mika holds her silence.

Mark stands.  "Well it looks like you have everything sorted Mister Sloan.  I suggest you get moving on this as soon as possible.  Good luck everyone."

"Oh, Mister Nallis, I'd like to see you in my office when you are done here.  Miss Lambar, I'd like to see you and R2-A9 in 2 hours"

The commander leaves the room, followed by Zyra.


OOC:  Well the briefing is oficially over but not sure if you all want to discuss anything else.  If you want to jump to the mission, be sure to update your personal equipment threads with what you're taking on mission (you put nothing I'll assume you take nothing!).  Remember Darvin said 'low key' weapons and gear only.  If you are unsure what that means, speak to him.
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R2-A9 promptly rolls back a little way, presumably to avoid getting in the way of people leaving.  It peers about the room at people, keeping quiet (for a change).

Given the others might have questions for him, Darvin simply waited for everyone to leave before he walked away to prepare his gear. He'd been a nervous wreck as he pitched his idea, but years of stoic resolve had made him forget where he was, and though he probably talked far more than he had intended, the plan had been given a green light, which was more than he had expected. His mouth parched, he reached for the water this time and took several swallows as Sheppard and Zyra exited the briefing room. Before the droid could wheel out of ear shot, he yollered for it to wait a sec, "Cor, will you be lending us the R2 for the recon mission? I'm sure he'll come in handy..."

A9, standing against a wall, turns its head to look at Darvin.  "I certainly can," Cor can be heard to say.  "In what capacity?  What would you need it for?  I was going to suggest to Talon Three that I may be able to reprogram it," she continues, ignoring the R2 unit's alarmed beeps, "to assist with slicing.  If she is willing to accept the assistance of a droid, of course," the Umbaran adds evenly.
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In reply to R2-A9 (msg #245):

"That's exactly what I wanted to secure the R2 unit for," he said with a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

The R2 unit falls silent, perhaps a little grumpily.  Cor's voice says, "It is not a problem.  Pleased to be of assistance."

"No problem accepting help from a droid."  She is relatively pleasant.

OOC, I got's to go to bed, I'll be back probably early afternoon tomorrow)

As the meeting starts breaking up, Mika heads back for the bridge.  She has a few more hours of wiring before her.  Not that Sheppard had commanded it, but she liked Cor's suggestion of cross-wiring the consoles so that not only could one hand both comms and navs from the nav console, but also let one handle both comms and navs from the comms console.

The droid turns to look at Sheila. "I am glad," Cor says. "Would you send me a list of your preferred slicing tools and software, to better program your new assistant?"

Exilim saw no real problem with his proposed role in the upcoming mission.  Getting a beep from his commlink he quickly took a call, responding only with "Understood."  He walked over to where Darvin was standing.  "Anything else for me?  When do we leave?  How long do you plan to stay on world?"
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"Given we still have the whole day ahead of us," Darvin said with an amused smiled, "I thought I'd catch a nap on the shuttle to Phindar Prime this afternoon, but I know there is some prep-work the others need to finish here," he said casting a glance at Mika who had to finish certain things on the bridge. "Not sure what the priorities are on those, but hopefully we can get started on the recon mission before the end of the day. I'd welcome any suggestions you have though."

Xil shrugged.  "This op is yours.  Nothing to offer at this point.  Maybe when we get there I'll have more to suggest."

Aryan, Scratching an ear, stands and walks to Darvin.  "How low key we talking?  I carry a blaster pistol and vibrodaggers standard.  I'd like a blaster rifle handy if wesa can, but no issue if not..."

The gungan sighs.

"Isa can always beat the snot outa someone and use their guns."

Cor can be heard to mutter something to herself in Umbaran. The R2 unit is still peering about the room.

Darvin nodded at Xil and then turned to consider Aryan's question. "We're talking nothing bigger than a pistol, or we might have some trouble at the checkpoints. I'm somewhat glad that we couldn't use the sniper approach to the tagging idea. It would have raised too many questions... and yes, stocking up while we're down there is probably a better idea."

Darvin stiffled a yawn, 'no rest for the wicked it seems. At least, not until I get my gear together.'

More at home in spacestations and starships, Merreck comment on the irregular enviromental control of Phyndar Prime. "Planetside. I guess it´s polluted air and wind for a few days. And water from the sky. Okay, I´ll go finish up for the trip."

A9 turns to look at Merreck and beeps helpfully before rolling out.

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Mika's laughter can be heard from down the corridor, apparently having just caught R2-A9's beeping as she moves back towards the NightShrike's bridge.

Merreck give the droid a wry smile, suspecting he was being made fun of, but taking it in stride. "And I have no idea what you just said, A9."