The droid beeps quickly, spinning his domed head about to look between the organics at the table.


Spinning his head to stare at Mika he beeps again, ending on a rising note.  It sounds like a question.

“ well I say we travel in two's or three's then meet up” Rann said while typing away at his datapad. “tell me does you contact have a licence to transport hazardous chemicals?”he asked Jamie.

As the team in the speeder was nearly out of comm range Xil repeated his call for information "Four to team two, details of your plan to get to Sorren asap."

Devon passed his own datapad back to Sheila
'Gimmie a copy of that info, would ya?' he asked.
Once his datapad was returned to him, Devon started sorting through the information.
'Ok, so lets refine this list a bit.' he said  'Eliminate anything military - too many people shooting back at us...  anything too small to support us all...  A YT series would be nice.  Those one's there are private yachts - might be worth checking... '  Devon trailed off in thought as he worked, glancing up very few seconds to check their surroundings and make sure they wern't about to smash into the side of a mountain at top side.

Mika shakes her head at R2, "Sorry, I don't have one."  She looks to the others as she stands, "Well, I'm moving on.  Maybe I'll see you guys there, maybe I won't."  The place is too public and they're too distinctive in their lack of finery for her to want to say the destination out loud, even though Jamie had already mentioned it.

"R2, you with me?  Anyone else?"  Mika makes her way for the exit, along with any who opt to join her.

A9 reverses from the table abruptly and rolls after Mika immediately, beeping shortly.

“no its okay we will catch up later” Rann told Mika as he turned to looked at Jamie “we need to head to Sorren, but how about on the way we do I bit of money making” he whispered to Jamie.

Jamie set down the datapad and rubbed his face with two hands.
What luck I have.
Jamie looked up at Rann and straightened.  "One thing you will quickly learn about me is this: I'm not in this for the money.  Money is a tool by which I eat and buy things I need to survive.  Money is a tool we can use to complete the next mission.  Right now our mission is to get everyone from point A to point B safely."
Jamie hastily tapped out another message and put away the pad.  He stood and moved for the door.
"I am also responsible for the two who just walked out on us.  Let's go find them before they go too far."
Once outside the cantina, Jamie commed Xil.  "Team one, team two here.  We're going to rent or purchase a vehicle to reach our destination.  Will your team be able to make the rendezvous with Nine?"

Catching Jamie's reply just before leaving comm range "Affirmative Five. Will update you as to rendezvous location after we have made contact. Watch your datapad. Four out."

OOC: Since Mika and R2-A9 are stopping to do a quick spot of shopping Jamie and Rann will have no problem catching up with them before they leave the hotel.

A reminder that if you want a rental landspeeder the costs at the airport are:

Basic 2 seater job - 175 credits/day and 1750 deposit
Larger 4 seater speeder 200 credits/day & 2000 deposit
Luxury speeder (8 seater, mini bar, entertainment system, etc) 300 credits/day & 3000 deposit (plus restocking of mini bar)
Cargo speeder (hold 10 people) 275 credits/day & 2750 deposit

“Yes money is a means to an end and right now we have little” said Rann “we need to find our friend and sort out  this problem on the way to our next stop” he continued.

*FOUR HOURS LATER*

Having caught up with Mika and A9, Jamie explained that he would rent them a speeder and they'd head for Sorren.  True to his word, the demolitionist had found a rental place and even managed to sweet talk the receptionist into letting him hire an airspeeder, despite his lack of licence.  This had meant that his group had only been half an hour behind Xil's group in departing Sorren.

Both groups made good time and Xil's group arrived in Sorren just under three hours later.  An hour passed in finding a quiet motel in which they could arrange a few rooms and regroup.  Now the Talons were together again, sitting around a table in a smallish motel room, planning what to do.



OOC:  In an effort to push things along I've ignored the need for licences and the like and Jamie has hired an aispeeder.  Now all the Talons are in a motel in Sorren (you have two rooms, each sleeps 4).  It's late afternoon.

"I see everyone is here now," Jamie began.  "I hope there were no complications or undue risks taken on the road here?  Now that we have some time together, I'm hoping someone can fill me in on the details I missed regarding your mission, what went wrong, and where you plan to go from here.  Xil?"
Jamie rubbed at the itchy scruff on his chin.  He needed to shave.
"Also, has anyone heard from Zyra yet?"

When they had all gathered Xil took a few moments to send a message to Zrya

He looks up and quickly surveys the group "I've contacted Nine and am waiting a response. Hopefully she won't be too long in getting back to us."

"The mission was to get supplies and while on planet get intel on the refinery so that we could plan a hit on it some time in the future. I believe Six may be able to give you ore details on the supplies."

He settles a little more in his seat and continues "As for what went wrong, that was my mistake and lack of judgement. Eight and I were dropped off in an industrial sector near the refinery so we could scout the area. As you know Eight is fairly distinctive in his appearance and we didn't consider just how xenophobic the locals would be. A group of workers targeted and obviously wanted to attack Eight & probably myself for been with him. Eight was going to show them the folly of that and I chose on the spur of the moment to stun one. From there things went down hill and law enforcement became involved. It is possible that our ID's are compromised if the law has joined the dots and connected us to Eight from when we arrived, as we did so together. That leads us to where we are at the moment."

He had left out some of the details, the more intuitive of the Talons would pick up that things were missing. He had decided in the course of reflection that the initial error had been his (even allowing Aryan to come on the mission given how xenophobic Imperial worlds could be)and that that should be the focus for the moment.

The R2 unit with the Talon group beeps shortly.  Having enlisted Mika's aid in purchasing a datapad and connecting it to himself he seems content, for the moment, to wait with the Talons now that they're actually in Sorren.

Xil looked around at the gathered Talons, he had been expecting questions clarifying what he had said, nothing had been forthcoming. As silence would not get them anywhere he issued some instructions.

"Six, you're our black market guy, see what you can find out about getting new ID's if we need them and possible smuggler ships we could use to get off world. Three, see if you can locate a discrete spot to do a bit of slicing." He considered the talents of the other Talons and how to best use them, but didn't pass on any other orders for the moment.

He checked his datapad to see if Zyra had responded to his message, not that he expected much as he hadn't heard a 'ping' yet.

Whilst Xil's datapad failed to ping, his commlink gave a resounding chime.  Flicking it on he heard Zyra's voice.

"Nine, calling any Talon, over."

Looking up to see if the other Talons were reacting, Xil replies over the secure comm "Four here, good to hear your voice Nine. All Talons now gathered together in Sorren as requested."

"Good to hear your voice too Four.  Glad you're all safe.  We'll debrief later as I have some urgent tasks for you to do."

"Firstly, let me say that Eleven and I are also in Sorren on our own business.  Your timing is mose fortitous as we can assist your departure while furthering our plans.  I'll need you to manage three objectives for us and I need you on them immediately, they are time critical."

"Firstly, we need you to cause some chaos and destruction.  I'm sure Five will be suited to leading that team.  What we need is a reign of terror against Senator Foluc, the government's energy minister.  Now I don't want him dead, but I want it to look like some second-rate terror group is trying to do that.  Attack his car, bomb his office, cause a riot at his meetings.  Just make it seem like someone wants him dead.  I'm forwarding you his itinerary."

"Team two, will be right up Seven's alley so give it to him.  We need you to acquire a space transport.  Nothing to exotic, just a small, run of the mill passenger craft.  You have to take it quietly as it will be used to evac us all.  I'll send you some starship id's to overlay the existing ones.  They'll get us offworld."

"Finally, we've discovered that an anti-Imperial cell in Sorren is going to be raided soon.  We need to warn them and help them escape.  This cell is all non-human so send Eight as they're more likely to trust him.  Send one other to assist him, but it should be little more then helping them move before Imperials show up.  Co-ordinates attached."

"Four, I want you to co-ordinate the three teams.  Eleven is sending the data to you now.  Any questions, but be brief, Eleven and I are risking our covers talking to you."

A 'ping' comes from Xil's datapad, and true to her word, there is three datafiles.  One is the day's itenerary for the Senator, another is a set of false starship ID's and the third is an address about fiften minutes away by airspeeder.


OOC:  Note it's now mid-late afternoon and Zyra wants this all done today!  Need to plan and implement quickly!  Don't forget you also only have two airspeeders (one stolen, one rented)
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Before reading the data file thoroughly, Xil turns to Rann & Sheila "Change of plans by the look of it, give me a minute to reallocate."

He mentally makes a note of the 'team leaders' that Zyra mentioned while taking a moment to read the data files more carefully, especially the Senator's itinerary.

He looks up at the gathered Talons and says "Alright, Nine has given us our orders and she's stressed that we need to act quickly. To that effect, these are the teams; Seven, Ten and A9 will acquire us a ship to get off world" he sends the false starship ID's to Devons datapad as he speaks.

"Eight and Three, get to that anti-imperial cell as quick as you can" he continues as he hands Aryan the address Zyra sent through.

"That leaves Five, Six & myself to harass the Senator."

Quickly reviewing the team allocations before continuing he decides that they should work effectively together. "Eight take the acquired speeder, the rest of us will work out how we will manage with Five's rented one. Time to move everyone, can't keep the XO waiting."

He moves to show Jamie and Rann the Senator's itinerary.

Since you're all still together, I'll post all of the datapad information here so you can go over it even if you're not in the group.


Team 1 - Destruction Team (Jamie, Xil, Rann)

The file for you guys holds a picture of Senator Nirac Foluk the Third.  It includes a brief bio, list his place of residence and where his office is.  It also lists his full itinerary for today.  Starting form right now (it's about 1445):

1400-1600 - Cabinet Meeting with Energy Council (Senate Building)
1600-1630 - Meeting with chair of Electricity Council
1630-1700 - Meeting with Minister for Transport
1700-1715 - Travel to Imperial Hotel for function
1715-1800 - Appear at function

The rest of his day has been left free and the next day is also free.  Apparently the Senator plans to take some time off.

Appended to the itinerary is a note from Zyra.

'Do not kill this man.  He has more value to us alive.  But we need you to attack either him or his position.  You will pose as members of the Homosuperior organisation, a hardline, anti-alien movement.  You will spread work that the Senator is an alien lover.  I've attached a few holos that will help.  We need this man fearful for his life and facing a scandal by tonight.  Blow something up, snipe at his limo, spread copies of the holos I'm sending, whatever you can.  Good luck!

The holos are shots of the Senator getting 'friendly' with various alien females; a Twilek, a Zeltron and a few others.  Mostly hugging or kissing, but a few more 'intimate' shots.

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Team 2 - Shipjacking Team (Devon, Mika, R2-A9)

The file contains a shipping ID and IFF codes.  Zyra has attached a note.

'Need a small, non-distinctive transport.  One that could be a private charter arranged at short notice.  I will have our exit passes prepared for us so that we bypass security and customs.  Just make sure you have the transport and quietly.  We'll likely need this transport either tonight or tomorrow morning latest.'

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Team 3 - Diplomatic Team (Aryan and Sheila)

There is just an address and a note.

'I have recieved reliable intelligence that a group of alien protesters will be raided by Imperials tonight.  These aliens are not terrorists, they merely argue that they deserve equal rights.  Get to them before this evening, convince them to move out and render what assistance you can.  They are understandable very xenophobic towards humans so Eight, being the only non-human in your team, will need to earn their trust.  See them safely to another location.'
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You know all have your own threads to post in.  You can post here if you want to quickly discuss anything with members of other teams.  Otherwise get to it.

While coming up with ideas with his designated team, Xil keeps in mind that he is actually pushing all three teams to get moving quickly. He looks around to ensure that all teams are at least starting to plan as a group. He will give a little more time before pushing the teams out the door.

Xil notes that time is slipping away as the teams discuss their ideas. Though preferring to have more defined plans before moving out, they have a deadline for all three missions. Planning will have to be done on the move.

"All teams listen up." he says out aloud "We don't have the luxury of long planning discussions so you'll have to do some planning on the go. Once the shipjacking team have a vessel they'll let us know where to rendezvous. Let's move out and get these jobs done."

He checks his gear as he heads for the door pausing only long enough to ask Devon "Where do you want your team dropped off?"

Okay, I have seperated the three teams now as follows:

Diplomatic Team - Aryan & Sheila - Near Alien Safehouse
Destruction Team - Jamie, Xil & Rann - Near Imperial Hotel
Shipjacking Team - Devon, Mika & R2-A9 - Near commercial spaceport (the central one)


From now on post in your own groups and to your own team members only.  Use this thread only if you plan to use your commlink to contact the other teams.  To clarify, this thread is only if you're talking to the other teams via commlink, else you use your own thread!