Transport to Phindar Prime had been arranged for the recon team for later that evening.  Given the trip would take around six hours it had seemed logical to leave late in the evening, sleep on the transport and hit the planet rested and ready.

Darvin had arrived first, having needed to talk to one of the custom officials he knew.  Using some contacts he'd made over the year, some skillful forging by Zyra and some credits in the right hands, they'd managed to get the Talons passage aboard an intersystem merchant freighter posing as a small group of security guards, specialising in transport of exotic goods.  Combined with false permits, it would allow them to carry basic sidearms within the Phindar system.

With everything prepared, Darvin could only wait for the Talons to show up.



OOC:  Since things had slowed down in the main thread I'm starting this new thread.  Please post to this thread when:

1.  You've finished what you're doing in the other thread (Darvin, I've pushed you along out of necessity)
2.  If you're going on this side mission (pm me if you're not)
3.  You've updated your equipment sheet (what's listed as carried is all you'll have)


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Darvin paced the docket platform where the Talons were expected to embark as the final vestiges of Phindar Five's sun waned over the eastern sky, announced by the tinge of dying purple and blues that made their dusk such a unique one. He breathed the air in deeply, loving the crisp coldness of the evening air.
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R2-A9 rolls up to the freighter, which presumably hasn't actually left for Phindar Prime yet, beeping and whistling absently as R2 units sometimes do.  Talking to itself?  Possibly.

Beeping what might be a greeting it rolls straight past Darvin and up the ramp into the freighter itself.

Aryan walks in, a heavy blaster pistol holstered at his hip and a wicked looking dagger strapped it his leg.  The gungan walks silently upto Darvin and simply nods to him.

Merreck enter the hangar, his blaster pistol, as usual, holstered at his hip. He has a sheathed knife at the other side of his belt. Today, his normally white hair is dark brown, and tied back in a pony tail to be out of the way. He walks into the hangar, then go to lean against a wall, waiting for the others.

Darvin nodded back, and studied the Gungan for a few heartbeats. "Not bringing anything else with you, Aryan?" Darvin asked finally when he didn't see any equipment, at least that he could tell right away. He figured at least check everyone before boarding to ensure that they wouldn't have any surprises later.
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The astromech immediately settles into a suitable location within the freighter.  R2-A9 is all charged and ready to go.

Rann walks in to the hanger his pistol in its holster at his side and carrying a backpack “okay I am ready to go, I have a few ideas I want to run by you on the way.” he said

Sheila shows up at the shuttle, pistol and kits in hand, peers around a bit, trying to see if everyone is here yet.    "Mr Sloan, do you have any contacts that would get us privacy on a terminal that I could use?"

Mika shows up, blaster holstered at he hip, belt holding a couple of power packs and a few other bits of equipment and a knapsack dangling over her shoulder.  She looks more tired than anything, having spent most of her time working on the 'Shrike.  Still, once they launched she'd have a few hours to catch a few winks.  But first, she had to poke around a bit and see what's what.

Xil passes Darvin and boards the shuttle, he has his blaster pistol holstered to his hip. The only other obvious piece of equipment that he has showing are his macrobinoculars Must remember to buy some extra bits and pieces he thinks to himself as he sits down.

He looks over to Rann and also reminds himself that he should mention to him again that he is will to add funds if needed to get his sniper rifle.

Ooc - sorry folks, been a busy few days

Given Aryan's mute silence, Darvin continued, "Well, you should consider bringing your Talon-comm link." He turned to the others, "Same goes for everyone. If you forgot your comm link, you might find it beneficial to go and get it."

He turned to face Sheila. "I'm sure we can arrange something in terms of a terminal," he said to her reassuringly, "by the way, you're allowed a blaster. If you're happy going without a weapon, that's fine, but I'd rather you were ready for some trouble in case things get hairier than a wookie's backside..." he said as Rann passed him. Darvin nodded his greeting and agreement, as he noticed the security kit and surveillance detector that Rann was carrying, and wondered if they had the necessary paperwork for them since they'd likely raise a few eyebrows.

Darvin mentally noted that Merreck, Mika and Xil were ok, and then wondered where Devon was. He glanced at his chrono, "Did anyone see Kimset?"
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A cheerful but tuneless whistling alerted the others to Devons presence several moments before the shipjacker came into sight.  Wearing his normal slightly grubby civilian garb, Devon has a blaster pistol holstered at his hip, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a mechanics toolkit in his other hand.

Nodding a cheery greeting to Darvin, Devon ambled further into the shuttle to find somewhere to store his stuff.

With everyone arriving who was planning to come, Darvin moved forward to usher them through customs.  It didn't take long, as the veteran customs official had done most of his work in advance.  The group were required to relinquish their weapons, which were transported in a locked case in the cargo section, but at least they were getting to bring them.

Soon the group was hunkered down in a crew dorm aboard a cargo freighter.  It was cramped and had only the most modest of facilities, with only eight bunks, one fresher and one wash basin in the way of comforts.  But it was private, and it would get them to Phindar Prime in good time.  It also offered them the luxury of wither sleeping or discussing the mission.

With a roar of out of tune repulsorlifts, the ship took to the sky and quickly broke orbit.

When they got inside the shuttle, Merreck looked around a bit, then asked Darvin. "Is it safe to discuss the mission here?"

R2-A9, standing firm on the freighter floor, swings its dome about, whistling and beeping to itself before looking over at the organic passengers.

When Devon had showed up, Darvin gave him a smile and followed him into the freighter. "I'm hardly the techno wizard to know if the place is bugged, or not," Darvin answered with a shrewd smile, "but I figure it'll do if we're discreet. What's on your mind?" Darvin had placed his gear on one of the top bunks, claiming it as his own, and then quickly let his feet dangle over the side.

Mika moves over and claims one of the bunks, setting her gear down on it.  Having relinquished her blaster and stun baton, she felt a little vulnerable, but she had her tool kit and that could make her more dangerous than her blaster in the right situation.

She snorts as R2 whistles.  "You're probably right.  If we get killed when they land, make sure you have Cor file a complaint on our behalf."

Her clothes are drab and functional, as ever.  The dark green coveralls are properly worn from the waist down, but she's opted out of the top half, which is now tied about her waist by the sleeves.  The shirt underneath is a dingy gray and fits her petite form just a bit snugly.  She's still got the over-sized, floppy hat and boots, but has set aside her goggles.

She sits on the bunk, bouncing slightly to test it's softness and listens attentively as talk of the mission seems to be at hand.

The droid beeps a couple of low noises that sound almost a mimicry of Mika's snort.  It looks around at her and speaks a little more in that odd binary language.

Xil selects one of the bunks and settles down for the trip. He didn't feel all that comfortable without his blaster pistol on him, but there was nothing that he could about it.

He turns to face Merreck and waits to hear what he wants to talk about.

"Never mind. We can discuss further if we make it to the ground."

Merreck sit down on a bunk and lean back, making some notes on his wristcom.
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Xil lies down and decides that he may as well get some sleep, the next few days could become very busy.

Sheila showed up and took the remaining bunk.  "And any idea where we are going once we get there."

In reply to Sheila Masters (msg #24):

"We'll be hanging around near the refinery, hopefully we'll have a nice view but upwind of the place," Darvin said with a grin. "Myself, I'll try to get us a place to hunker down... Actually, that's something Merreck ans Rann can help with. A least until we have a better idea of what needs to be done," Darvin gave an airy wave of his hand as he said his, like he was aluding to something but didn't want to say it out loud. "Maybe you can help them by checking the holonet for some good spot for us to lay low for a while? See if there are any local businesses nearby that can be exploited as a front at the same time?"

Rann sits down on one of the free bunks and opens his backpack and takes out his SDS surveillance detactor, switches it on and presses a few buttons then places it in the centre of the room, and waits to see what happens.
(Rann rolls a 20 computer use check on seeing if there are any bugs in the room)

Merreck smile and look relieved that at least someone thought to bring anti-surveillance gear. He looks on to see how it goes with the tag/bug detection.

Rann finishes his sweep and notifies everyone that he could not setect any bugs.

Phindar Prime - 0600 Local Time

The ride is largely uneventful.  With nothing to do and being restricted to their room, the Talons mostly catch up on some rest as they wait for transport to reach it's destination.

A little over seven hours later, the Talons have finally landed and cleared customs.  The passing through customs seems overly long but Darvin quickly deduces that it is more due to the fact there is a non-human in the group than anyone being suspicious of the group.  In typical Imperial fashion, these custom officers enjoyed making the Gungan go through numerous repetitive and unnecessary procedures.  Darvin did not intervene as he knew that it would only cause more attention to fall on the group.  He was forced to keep quiet and hope Aryan could hold his temper.  Whilst the Gungan could easily snap both men's necks without any real effort, it wouldn't help their cause.

Finally the group was cleared, had reclaimed the case containing their weapons and were standing with it in the middle of the busy starport arrival area.  Even at this hour, the starport was teeming with people.  The group could see numerous tapcafs, public terminals and airtaxis all waiting for business.


OOC:  Well you've arrived and you've cleared the customs area and are now in the main starport thoroughfare.  All your weapons and weapon accessories (i.e. holsters, etc) are in the case one of you is carrying, better watch for bag snatchers!  You have also reclaimed any other gear you had (i.e. toolkits, etc).

Darvin tried not to look grim when the custom officers were giving Aryan a hard time, and he patted the Gungan on the shoulder when it was all done, and ushered him towards the others. "Alright folks, let's head home, and plan our next festivus," he grumbled. He turned toward Masters and Merreck, "Assuming of course we found a place?" First thing, he wanted the group roosted near the refinery to allow them to register all the hauler activity, visually recon the refinery, and start working out what local affiliations the refinerery had, if any. Any local business they dealt with would be scoped to see if there was a way to infiltrate it, or exploit it as a distraction. One of the first places he wanted checked was Phindar's port authority to see if the refinery filed any flight plans through there, if that failed they'd need to slice the refinery itself to get the flight details.

"Valan, carry the case with our stuff in it, and feel free to rap some heads if someone tries anything funny. The rest of you, I want you to check if there's someone giving us more interest than he should. Let's go."

Darvin will provide whatever bonuses he can with inspire confidence and coordinate.
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Xil nodded to Darvin to indicate he understood the instructions. It was not his operations and for the present was happy to follow directions.

He falls a few steps behind the rest of the group, observing those around them. He would have preferred to get his blaster out of the case Aryan was carrying, but that would have really drawn attention to them.

Merreck kept a straight face while the gungan was manhandled by customs. He remembered what the alien had done to pirates during the boarding action, but if he was nervous that Aryan would go nuts and rip someones arm off, then he didn´t show it.

Merreck answered Darvin about accomodations. "We´ve been on the ground for half an hour, and I´ve yet to reach a terminal, so no, I´m afraid we don´t have a place to stay yet. We´ll get on it, although I would suggest something to eat first."

In reply to Merreck Toluga (msg #32):

Darvin laughed, "What? The salted nuts they gave us on the flight didn't fill you up?" Darvin said with an amused grin on his face, "There are a few terminals around here that could do the trick, though the quicker we get home the better." Darvin didn't mind where they stayed...it could be a abandoned warehouse for all he cared. So long as it was discrete. "John, he said to Rann, "you had some ideas you wanted to discuss?"
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Devon had been very subdued all through their encounter with customs - his usual good cheer and amiable smile completely absent.  he'd only kept his bad case of the jitters under control by reminding himself repeatedly that Darvin surely knew what he was doing and besides, they were half a galaxy away from certain Imperial officers with very personal grudges...

Now though, the worst seemed to be over.  They were through customs without anyone having gotten shot or arrested, and the others had resumed their usual banter and good natured bickering.  Ambling along behind Darvin and Merrick, Devon began to perk up and pay more of an interest in the world around him.

SHeila will find a likely suspect for a terminal to get lodging and maps off of, something that owuldn't raise suspicions.  How much work does this take to find one.  (hopefully the maps will help us find a more private terminal close to the othe company.)

The droid follows along making generic droid noises, looking about at the crowd.  It doesn't seem particularly worried by the commotion of the starport, nor by the Imperial presence around them.

Aryan, with a stolic face, endured the thorough search without a word, having had simular treatment on other planets.  He Raises his eyes when he was given the all clear, and grabbed teh cases, giving the searching officers a glare before walking off, following Darvin.  Once out of ear range, hearing Darvibn's comment, he can't help but give a half smile. "Isa considered showing them all a very fasts way to the floor on some of the occasions...but thought better ofs it."

He walked at Darvin's shoulder and talked softly. "Isa going to be a few steps behind you Darvin...keeps your eyes open and if you hear me yell, duck. A case may coem towards you fast." The gungan slowed a little to stay a few steps behind, looking around with a serious look.

Merreck briefly glance at his growling stomach with a pained look. "No, the snacks we got are no substitute for a hearty breakfast. I´m famished. While Alice takes care of accomodations, how about I find us a place to eat here on the starport?"

Over hearing Merreck's suggestion "Sounds like a good idea to me Benjamin" he says as he steps back up to the group "We don't really want to rush finding a place to stay, and when we do there are plenty of transport options around to get there."

Finding somewhere to eat does not prove challenging.  There are 2 tapcafs and 3 restaraunts visible from the group's current location.  There is also a sign leading to a food court further down the terminus.

"As long as you find a place where the group can stay together," Darvin agreed good naturedly. "I don't want Alice to be left alone, and would rather everyone stay together. Last thing we need is playing parko molo throughout the krifing place." Did he have to add defendable? He hoped that Merreck would find them some place where they could see any trouble coming. He then turned towards Aryan and nodded, "I appreciate your restraint and professionalism. I'm glad I didn't misjudge you," he added. As gungan's went, he had never been a fan, but Aryan he liked. He had never had an escort like that before, either, and the gungan's presence sligtly behind him made him feel better. In fact he could get used to it... 'Now, now, Darvin old fox, doncha be getting some airs...' he reprimanded himself as he walked towards Sheila.

"Hi Alice," he said to her, using her cover, "you know what we're looking for? Let me know if you need some search parameters..."

Mika moves along with the crowd, keeping an eye out and trying to mentally convince herself that her name is now Winni Faraday.

"I could go for a good breakfast myself, though I can wait until we get a flop before we chow down if we need to stick together."

Shes flipping through the motel roster.  "How fancy you want?  HOw many rooms for the bunch of us? one night?"  She downloads the maps to her pad quickly while waiting for the response,

In reply to Sheila Masters (msg #43):

"If we can find something for free, I'd rather take that," Darvin said seriously, though he kept his voice low. "Is there some abandoned properties near the refinery that we can use? If not, cheap and with a view of the place would be best. Come up with some options and we'll pass them to the group to see what they think."

Merreck point to a nearby restaurant, within sight of the terminal Sheila was using. "Let´s try that place. Alice and Argon can join us when they are done."

The little astromech follows the pack until 'Alice' separates.  Then he looks back and forth until another droid bumps him.  In an instant the 'mech lets out an irritated beeping at the offending droid.


Then A9 seems to calculate and rolls after Mika, presumably because she's the only one in the group that can understand him.

Sheila will bring up some things on the terminal.

Aryan, standing a pace from the group, constantly looks around, having an eye out.  Hearing the beep from 'alice' and teh interaction of the droids, Aryan snorts. "Founds a friend.." he mutters.

As the droid beeps, Mika lets out a snort.  "That's not very polite, true maybe but not very polite."

Merreck raise his eyebrows as he hears Mikas reply to the droid. "What did it say, Winni?"

A9 makes a final annoyed noise at the departing droid and swings around again to follow Mika.

Walking along with the group smiles at the interaction between Mika and A9 "Are you sure you want to know what it said?" he asks Merreck.

As they walk towards the restaurant Xil comes to the conclusion that trying to identify any threat to them in the extremely busy terminal was close to, if not, an exercise in futility. As they had just arrived, if they had already attracted attention then it meant that something had gone wrong while in transit if not before hand. Still remaining generally cautious he relaxes a little and thinks about what to have for breakfast.

Merreck smile and mutter something quietly to Xil as they walk along.

Merreck sit down in a seat at a big table, as if he was finaly planetside after a long space trip, and hungry for some real food. He starts browsing through the menu with a critical expression, occasionally asking the serving bot what the dishes are. He probably figures their best bet at going unnoticed is to act normal, and so doesn´t much bother with finding out if anyone is following them.

Winni shrugs.  "Our esteemed astromech droid was expressing its dislike for the protocol droid's clumsiness and has suggested that the protocol droid's creator was a laundry equipment maintenance man."  Even as she's saying it, Winni has a hard time getting the words out without distorting them with laughter.

'John' streamss a local news feed onto his datapad and starts looking thought it
“the first thing we need is to get hotel rooms then find a place near the refinery” said Rann. “And we need to be on the right side of the refinery.  No point having a great view of the south side if all the action is on the north.” explained Rann.
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Merreck shuckled at what Mika said the droid had said "It seems to have an attitude." He shook his head as if at ridiculous thought.

In answer to Ranns opinion on lodgings, he tried to calm the man, so Sheila could be left to do her job, and they could keep their cover. "Don´t worry, I´m sure Alice will find us something good. Once we have somewhere to stay, we can look around for other places. Patience, John, we´ve only just arrived."

Xil gave a little chuckle to Merreck's quiet comment

After settling down at the table he flick's through the menu until he finds something labelled along the lines of The big breakfast to get you going for the day and orders it.

Sheila looked at Darvin.  "What do we want?  We need a place to stay like a hotel, and then I need to find a private terminal somewhat close to the headquarters or the plant so I can find out about the convoy.  Or dp we just want an abandoned warehouse, if there are any?"

Winni takes a look at the available options.  She usually is not much of a morning person or a big breakfast person, but today is a bit of an exception.  She starts with a local juice and some fruit, then a pastry or two and finally, some stewed grains with some sweetener.

"Let's look at all the options, so that we can discuss it with the others. If it were up to me, it'd be an abandoned warehouse, but the others might have some valuable insights, so let's work on some options and see what fits better. I don't want to spend all day on it, but two heads are better than one," Darvin said. "What is it that you'll need exactly for the convoy planning? Just the terminal? If that's a requirement, add that in your parameters."

While 'Alice' and 'Argon' remained huddled over a data terminal, the others order and recieve their meals.  The food is typical spaceport fare, too minimal and too pricy but after seven hours on a ship without even a stale cracker to share, the team are up for nearly anything.


OOC: Anyone getting up to anything while they wait for Darvin and Sheila?  Apart from Rann reading news articles on the starport's free wifi and eating and drinking while your hungry colleagues work that is?  :P
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"Very very nice..." he said as Darvin looked over Sheila's shoulder. She had been finding things that he thought might just be very very useful for the refinery hit, but nothing close by that would assist in doing some recon on both the refinery and the convoy flight plans at the same time. Darvin scratched his beard pensively. "Alice, get us more details on that chemical waste disposal factory, and I suppose we'll have to rent a place in Seba Grove... did you want anything by the way? Kaf, zaccon and eggs, or are you more the waffle type?"

As she told him what she wanted, Darvin glanced around to see where the others were. He didn't like leaving her alone and he hoped someone would look in their direction and offer to check her six while she looked for places.

Devon ambled over and watched Darvin and Sheila's research for a few moments, before speaking.
'Well, I got some bits I need to pick up - stuff I think I'm going to need.  You can reach me on the comm if you need me.  Gonna hit the local shops, anyone wanna come along?'

After waiting to see if anyone wants to go enjoy some retail therapy with him, Devon ambles off, pausing only long enough to purchase something greasy off a nearby fast food stand.

Mika shrugs.  She wasn't accomplishing anything sitting here and after the long freighter ride, she liked the chance to stretch her legs.  "Sure, I'll tag along."

In reply to Darvin Sloan (msg #62):

Alice downloaded everything he mentioned, the hotels, etc. "I need somewhere private to slice into, a terminal would be nice, they sort of advertise where the connections are.  I can do it anywhere that has the connections., but it'll take time and the last thing I need is a guard asking me what I'm doing.   Right now, everything I have is open info but I have to get into Phindar.  Caf zaccon and eggs. thank you."

when she disconnects from the terminal, she's downloaded all the open infor about the refinery and the company, all the local industrial stuff for sale and rent, and anything that might possibly be vacant, cheap local motels,  the locations of public terminals and  info on the chemical waste disposal factory.
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While eating, Merreck read the starports free news channel to get some info on local events.

R2-A9 hangs around the table while Mika/Winni eats, not really doing much.  Then he swings about as the young engineer gets up; rather than following along, however, the astromech scans about for a terminal with a scomplink and heads for it.

Aryan sits quietly, eating a meagre meal and looking around. At the mention of looking around, the gungan gets up.  He looks at the others. "Don'ts get into trouble without me..."

'Wouldn't dream of it.' called Devon cheerfully over his shoulder.
'come on,' he said to Mika, 'lets go spend some money... I think i saw an electronics store over there.'

Darvin looked around, wondering if anyone was looking their way and was planning to check on them.  This did not seem to be the case.  Mika and Devon, having finished their meals, had walked off in the direction of the shops.  R2-A9 was also on the move, having rolled over to an unused data terminal nearby and plugged into the scomp link.  Aryan and Exilim were still at the tapcaf, continuing to eat their breakfasts while Rann and Merreck sat opposite them, alternating between food and reading something on their datapads, presumedly local news feeds.  When he turned back to Sheila he found she had finished downloading what information she could to her pad.

R2-A9 finishes swiftly, disconnecting and reversing from the terminal before rolling back in the direction of the tapcaf.

Merreck remain at his seat, reading, until they are ready to leave.

Sheila will come to the tapcaf with her padd and sit down with what remained of the group.. Putting the padd in the middle of the table for them  >"This is what I have, it's all public knowledge. There's lodging and stuff for sale. "  and looked at the droid when it came back.   "So what did you get?"

The astromech beeps cheerily, though not very helpfully, at Sheila.

Darvin brought over Sheila's kaf, zaccon and eggs, and got himself a nice hearty - the works - waffle. He placed the breakfast tray in front of her, and then sat down to his. "Alright, I want us hunkered down ASAP, but wanted to pass it by the group which accomodation options they prefered... Like staying at the same place, or in different hotels for example. Figured you professionals would have a preference.. Or at least a say. What did you guys find out, by the way?" he asked before putting a fork through the mountain of berries and chocolate the waffle was burried under and taking a bite.
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Looking about the store, Mika sees little that interests her.  It's a bunch of over-priced, gimmicky crap.  The holoprojectors where behind locked transparasteel panels, the lcomlinks where more openly displayed and a few of them had elements to light up smoke sticks, goggles that would auto-adjust in dimness depending on the level of radiation, glow rods that slip into little, poorly crafted furry creatures that Mika didn't recognize.

Xil had just finished eating when Sheila joined them at the table "Let's see what the options are" he says reaching for the padd Sheila had put in the centre of the table "Depending on what there is we may have to split up over several locations. A large group can attract attention if we are not careful." he starts going through the options.

Merreck looks up from browsing the news and answer Xil. "We are security guards, not squatters, if we don´t all check in to a decent hotel, then it will look odd. How about we splitting up into two groups, each taking one hotel? We can work from there, meet up when needed, and if we get back from the bar early in the morning several nights, then the only one to blame is the local brewery."

For his part, Devon had ignored the more tourist oriented stuff and gravitated straight to the 'executive toys' section - full of over priced gadgets, electronic organizers and other similar things - where he was now determinedly debating with the droid salesman.  After a few minutes of this, Devon finally paid with more or less good grace and rejoined Mika with his bagged purchase tucked under one arm.

'Wrist mounted datapad.'  he explained as they exited the store.  'Leave my hands free when I'm working.  Been meaning to get a datapad for a few weeks now.  Paid more than I wanted to, and had to argue hard to avoid one with a built in fish-tank screen saver... but its a good model.  Now I reckon we're going to need to head into town for the rest the stuff I'm after, so next stop should probably be transport.  See anything you liked?'

Mika shakes her head, "No, just a lot of over-priced junk.  Besides, I've got stuff I'm saving up for and unless I find something pretty special or for a good price, I'm keeping my creds."

Mika wasn't so sure about going off on a shopping trip, but then again maybe it'd help keep them from standing out, but even if she found the tools or droid chassis she wanted, odds were she'd have problems with transport.

Aryan, listening, pipes in.  "isa think a minimum of two hotels, and even check in at seperate times...spread out over a little time.  One or two people at once tend to be remembered. A lone travaler or pilot, or a couple would draw less attention."

Merreck got irritated, the gungan was completely missing the point of conformity, and if anyone, the most obvious alien among them needed to conform. "If ten people started sneaking around the city, then that would attract attention. We are a security crew, we blend in by doing our part, keeping together, at least for sleeping arrangements."

Merreck glance around. It looked like a normal thing to do, take in the spaceport, but given who they were, covert operatives or security personnel, it was an evaluation of the environment. "Perhaps we should get going. How about two hotels at the outskirt, fairly distant to eachother?"

Xil looked up from his examination of the information on Sheila's padd "Based on the info presented here our options are one or two hotels as suggested by Benjamin or, if we want to keep together, then one large property that can accommodate us all." he looked up at Merreck and Aryan as the only others who has said anything. "Personally the way I see it is, as we a security team, then staying together in one place would be the way to go. It also gives us better control over our own security when it comes to reporting intel and planning. As we are not entirely destitute then somewhere moderately comfortable seems like a good option." this last bit said quieter than the rest.

He pauses for a moment thinking "And yes Benjamin, we should get going. We'll attract more attention sitting here in a large group doing nothing than if we head off." He looks around the space port before turning back to Merreck "There are plenty of places to hire transport, how about getting us something that we can be comfortable in for the trip." he turns to Sheila "Alice, while Benjamin is getting transport, narrow down accommodation that can house us all."

Benjamin nodded and called up the local speeder rental business. "One big speeder or two small? Two is probably best, if we´re moving around a lot. Any objections? It´s a bit pricier." Merreck had punched in all the data for two speeders, and was ready to place the final order.

A9 pipes up at this point, though Mika's the only one who can decipher him.  He beeps for quite some time.

Mika shrugs, though perhaps the little droid doesn't even notice the gesture.  "I don't see us spending the creds on the luxury model just so we can get you to drive us about.  But don't worry, we'll make room for you.  We'd never hear the end of it from your mistress if we left you behind."

"I agree with the two.  I've got info for several hotels here. Cheap, or middle, and how many rooms and how will we divide them up?  More than one hotel? "

(OOC since we are so far from the refinery, yes the stuff SHeila would have downloaded would have been for around the refinery, not around the spaceport.  I didn't catch that we were so far away, but Sheila would have)
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Merreck reassured the astromech unit with an innocent smile, that it wouldn´t get left behind. "Don´t worry, R2, the speeders have a spacious cargo compartment."

Aryan chuckles at The comment.  "Isa be the first to volunteer to throw him in the back."

"I'd say one hotel, less coming and going to draw attention.  Maybe three rooms, one for us fems along with R2 and the guys can split between the other two?"

A9 lets out a low, distasteful buzz at Merreck's suggestion and then backpedals a bit at Aryan's words. He issues forth a short tirade of beeps and whistles at the Gungan, sounding quite cross.
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Merreck give the hint of a smile at the droids reaction. He doesn´t know exactly what it says, but he could guess. "Anyway, the speeders are waiting for us. We can continue this when we are under way."

Merreck stand up to leave.
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"Lets get a move on, lead the way Benjamin" Xil says to Merreck as he stands ready to go. He is interested in what Merreck has come up with as they appear to be going for two speeders. As he thinks about it he decides that two speeders from here would be more than what they need initially. "Benjamin here's what I want to happen. Get us one speeder that will fit all of us, that's all we really need from here. I agree that more will be needed at some stage, but we will take care of that when we reach our destination."

He turns to Sheila as they head to the rental place "Besides hotels, I also want you to check out any residential properties available to rent. Somewhere that we have all to ourselves has advantages."

"Vanlan, let those out shopping know that we are moving. Find out where they are and if it would be easier for us to pick them up."

OOC: I am a little confused, I thought Devon and Mika were out shopping, but it appears that Mika is answering questions about accommodation and transport as if she was still at the table. If this is the case have both she and Devon returned? I will modify the last bit of my post if this is the case.
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OOC:  Well Mika was away and now she seems to be back.  Guess we'll assume she headed back to the group after shopping.

Merreck shook his head. "I just booked two smaller speeders. I´ll see if I can change to a bigger model. Let´s go, it´s over in that direction. Come on." Merreck start walking away, following his map of the spaceport while contacting the rental shop once again. He was focused on going the right way and operating the datapad, and didn´t check to see who was following along.

OOC:  My thought is that as Devon and Mika finished shopping, they'd return to the group.  Sorry if this is causing confusion.

Mika snorts at R2's beeping and looks over at Aryan.  "Our companion seems to think that perhaps it would be easier for Vanlan to ride in the cargo space than for the droid.  After all, Vanlan could get in and out a lot easier than R2."

Aryan Manages a wry smile.  "Isa be glad to help him in and outa the cargo area..nosa trouble at all"

Finishing his 'full minban breakfast' Rann stood up grabbed his gear and followed merreck “ I will drive the other one” he said as he court up with merreck.

Merreck looked up, a bit surprised, looking at Rann. "Oh, yeah, good to know. I might go for the bigger model, but you can switch halfway if we have another driver."

"There is no might about it, from here we are only taking one speeder to our destination. And there are are a number of people that can do the driving." Xil said to Merreck as he followed him to the rental place. "When we get to where we are going, only then will we get other transport as needed." he added.

"Sounds fine.  We can do a little work on the way."  around a mouthful of breakfast.  She finishes quickly so she can be ready to go.

Merreck swiftly changed his orders for a speeder to meet Xil's request and sent the request off electronically.  He recieved a conformation less than two minutes later saying his vehicle was ready and directions to the appropriate terminal.  Having finished their meals and what little improptu shopping they had planned, the Talons as a group moved to the designated terminal.

It only took a few minutes for Merreck to finalise the rental agreement.  A quick swipe of his false ID and a payment of the deposit.  The rental agent raised his eyes slightly as Merreck paid in Imperial scrip, most people used electronic transfer these days.  Unfortunately their false ID's didn't come with phony credit accounts so the Talons were forced to carry cash.

While Merreck sorted out the final datawork, the others examined the speeder.  It was a simple people-mover, one regularly used by people with large families.  It shouldn't draw much attention.  It lacked in special features, the windows weren't tinted, the entertainment and environmental systems were factory standard but it would do.  There were three rows of seats, two in the front, three middle and three rear.  In the back was an average sized cargo compartment.  Between the suitcase full of weaponry, several toolkits and other miscellaneous gear it was going to be a squeeze to fit A9 (or the Gungan) in there as well, but it would probably all fit.

Merreck made a face at being micromanaged by Xil, but he got the speeder they needed. Once they were given access to the speeder, he thanked the owner of the establishment, and got into the frontseat of the speeder. "Okay, we´re done here. Please be seated. I´m driving the first shift. Don´t forget the safety harness."

Merreck looked over the controls and started the engine, leaving the loading of the equipment and the droid into the cargo compartment to the others.

The droid in question looks around at the others, beeping a little.

While Merreck busied himself with the nav computer, plotting their trip, the others moved to stow the weapons case, their various gear and R2-A9 in the cargo compartment.  Then the group loaded into the speeder, Darvin taking the front passenger seat, the others sliding in to the other remaining seats.  Without another word, the group was off.

Little was said for the first half hour as Merreck weaved through the busy lanes as he made his way through Phindar Prime's capital city.  They passed through an Imperial checkpoint where a bored officer merely swiped their identicards, chuckled at the astromech forlonly stuffed in the boot and waved them through.

Soon they were on open freeway.  Merreck increased the throttle until the speeder was cruising at a comfortable 250km/h.  The trip computer said they should reach Seba Grove in about 3 hours and 45 minutes.  Traffic was light.




OOC:  Well you're all trapped in close proximity for a while so now would be a great chance to share the various information you all have and discuss your plans in relative privacy.

Merreck looked at the dismal vegetation and farms on the sides of the freeway. "There, we are now out of the civilisation, it´s all savage wilderness from now on, for almost four hours, before we reach Seba Grove, which isn´t much better, but at least they should have plenty of bars with all the workers from the refinery coming through."

If Xil noticed the face that Merreck had pulled as he finished off hiring the speeder he made no mention of it. After helping their stuff get loaded, he took the seat right hand seat in the first row behind Merreck.

In the relative privacy of the speeder there was no need to use the alias's they had, but, as they were on mission then proper protocol was still required "Three, what information have you got in terms of residential properties. They will be our first preference for somewhere to base ourselves."

<OOC>

I'm going to assume Sheila and Darvin share the info they downloaded off the data terminals in the spaceport.  There are several options for accommodation in Seba Grove (the nearest town to the Refinery) including:

* Several hotel/motels.  Have the advantage you pay by the night and come and go as you please but you'll need quite a few rooms.

* Rental property.  Nobody will know how many people are staying, has a garage for the speeder, but it will be squishy (largest place for rent is a 4 bedroom job) and you'll have to pay by the month

* Commerical rental.  Could probably get yourselves a decent warehouse or workshop.  Would have plenty of empty space but no real cooking or sleeping equipment.  Also need to pay by the month.

Hope this helps.  I can narrow down specific availability and costs as you determine what you want (not planning to write an entire real estate database!).

Merreck glance at the people behind him in the car. "About accomodations, I´m thinking splitting up is good in order to attract less attention, and simpler if we only stay here for a few days. A group of ten staying out late, going out at odd times, it will attract more attention. I think squatting in a warehouse is a bad idea, we might be low profile, until someone wonder where those eight people stayed, and notice we didn´t take a hotal like normal people."

"By the way, there´s a larger town nearby, where we can rent an airspeeder for a few days, in case we want to get an aereal view of the refinery."

Mika shrugs, not that there's much shoulder room for such in the speeder.  But at this point it seemed like Exilim and Merreck were working out the accommodations and neither looked all that interested in input from her on the matter.

Sat in the back, Devon was happily playing with his new datapad, oblivious to the conversation of the others.  They'd yell if they wanted him...

In reply to Merreck Toluga (msg #112):

"Of course, not all of us have to stay in the room.  I'll probably be squatting in the warehouse, or whereever I can find the terminal for most of the time.  10 of us, we can fit, looks like 4 in a room without problem (OOC from my limited experience traveling as an adult with other adults who aren't family), either put us women in one room together, or pretend that two sets of us are couples.  Shouldn't be all that hard. Same hotel or different hotels?"

A9, from his rather undignified position in the cargo compartment, beeps plaintively.

"We can fit easily in an apartment with a few bedrooms, but I wonder if it´s right for our covers. Perhaps that doesn´t really matter compared to another thing. How long do we plan on staying here?"

OOC:  Well you're expecting to take delivery of your shipment of missiles, sniper rifle and other assorted goodies in approximately 10 days.  You'd need to be back before then.  Mark wont strike a convoy until the missiles have arrived.  Plus it will take a while to determine a suitable target (number crunching fun).

So while Mark set no time limit, Rann at least needs to be back for the meet (as it's his contact).

Xils' idea of getting a larger residential property wouldn't work for such a short period. He said to Sheila "Book us into two different hotels, I'll leave it up to you to determine room numbers based on what you can get. We'll work out the split of the team a bit later."

Thinking for a moment he adds "Only make the booking for nine days. We do have a timeline to keep. Everything we need to achieve here has to be done in that time. Of course if we get it done sooner, then we can head back to where we just left and maybe fit in some R&R time."

Sheila will pick two medium low priced hotels.  2 or 3 star level, fairly close to each other, figuring 4 in a room, 2 rooms in one hotel, 1 in the other, for 9 nights.

Mika decides to pipe in.  "Okay we got the tough part done, rooms and rides.  Let's jump into the easy stuff, how do we go about scoping out the refinery?  How do we get in?  Are we going to look about individually, in pairs?  What are we going to be looking for?  You know, the easy stuff."

Mika's tone is cheerful enough to mostly mask her sarcasm.

"We're looking at 3200 for the 2 rooms, what's the money limit?"
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"There´s a larger city nearby where we could try renting an airspeeder. It will cost about 300 for a license and rent for a day, but it might be worth it to get an aerial view of the facility and surrounding countryside. That´s probably easier to explain than a few of us walking around the countryside. As for assignments, I´d like to talk to the workers, listen to rumors and see if there are openings for jobs, that sort of thing."
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Aryan stands by, listening to the discussion in silence, watching the crowd.

Aryan Looks at Mika.  "Wesa shouldn't be too big in groups, and scout the area first....see what kindsa traffic there is there....look at the buildings around it too.  If any are uninhabited, we can sneak in them and scope the place from there.  If not, we can go past certain areas each, mapping and taking notes of guards, security and when they change shift, how many are on at a time, as well as what speeders go on and how their marked."

Aryan scratches his ear.  "But wesa got to be very careful with thisa.  Small groups trhat look likes their visiting friends or thesa belong.  If security is good, theys will notice anything out of the ordinary"
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"GUys, this is a serious question. does everyone have 320 for their hotel room, plus whatever else, we gotta eat?  Xil, do we have a credit limit from the talons, or do I need to try to hack something."

The time passed quickly as the speeder roared passed towns and cities.  The conversation was minimal and before he knew it Merreck noted that his nav map was signalling him to take the next exit.  They'd be in Seba Grove in a few minutes.



OOC:  Time to push along people.  There's an awful lot of silence at the moment.  From my determination there are three topics to be dealt with at the moment:

1.  Sheila has pointed out the accommodation options and is seeking ideas on wether to book it and where the money is coming from.  No money was assigned for this mission from the Talons (nobody asked for it) so it's all coming out of your personal funds.

2.  Merreck raised the idea of renting an airspeeder to do some aerial recon of the area/plant.

3.  Mika has pointed out you still don't really have a plan of what you want to do.  If Darvin is still silent by the time you have accommodation I'll NPC him and/or have Xil take lead on this.

If there is a reason people can't post please let me know, otherwise let's get things moving please.

Xil looked around the speeder. He had not anticipated that the leads on this mission had not asked for discretionary funds for things like accommodation. As such, he had not brought much himself, just a couple of hundred for some items he wanted to get.

"Ok, who actually brought any cash with them?" without really pausing to see who had what he then decided to change their accommodation plans as well "Three, in light of our apparent lack of funds change the accommodation to two nights only. Also as we have this thing drop one of the hotels, people will have to camp out in here."

He shook his head at the turn of events, he knew that he might of had to take over at some point, but surely not this early.

"I also hope that everyone has thought of how they are helping with this recon. We now have a short time to do it in, so don't count on too much sleeping."

Mika, annoyed that they're still talking about accommodations without any sort of a plan of what they're here to accomplish.  "I've got a chunck of creds from the bonus I got paid for helping out on the freighter."

Merreck, following Sheila's directions, maneuvers through the small town and parks at the hotel in question.  During the few minutes it took to get there, Sheila gathers money from everyone to pay the hotel bill.  The slicer is gone less than two minutes before she returns and jumps in the car.  She shows them she now has a room key.

Realising this wasn't the place to talk, Merreck swung the speeder out again and drove back to the freeway out of town.  Remembering a small rest stop he'd seen coming in he backtracked about ten minutes and pulled into the quiet stop.  Nobody else was around so it seemed an ideal place to talk.


OOC:  Well accommodation is dealt with.  Now you can focus on the mission.  Currently you're sitting in a rest stop a about twenty kilometres out of town.  Your blasters and droid are still in the boot (this is probable as good a place as any to grab your weapons and discuss plans).

I have deducted 45 credits from everyone to pay the hotel bill.  Seemed the fairest way.  If anyone has an issue with this please PM me.
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“I am in the same boat as you, but I have a few ideas on how to raise some capital for this mission” Rann told Mika

Darvin grins wickedly and leans in toward Rann a little.  "Well, don't be shy!  I intended to do this mission, uh, on the cheap as it were, but there's no doubt we'll need cash.  Particularly if squatting in an abandoned building nearby isn't an option."  Then he relaxes back in his seat, looking quite calm, as if the whole mission were going exactly as planned all along.

Xil opens up the speeder and pulls out the crate containing their weapons. He grabs his blaster and belts it on before addressing the group.

"Alright, listen up, we have the following things to achieve over the next couple of days" taking a second to get things sorted in his head he then continues "a physical recon of the area around the refinery including potential insertion sites; slicing into the refineries systems if possible to get shipment info, security details and work schedules; people to get friendly with workers to get anything that may be useful; and people to watch the comings and goings of the refinery. Anything else? Remember, we are here to get shipment info/ schedules for our ambush, plus a quick look for the refinery job and then get out."

He looks at the other talons gathered "Volunteer for roles now or get assigned. I will be taking the first task I mentioned, scouting the refinery."

Mika considers.  "I'm good with watching things coming and going, but then again maybe I'd be good at getting a bit friendly with the workers, long as you don't expect me to get too friendly with them."  She's part of the team and all, but she's not that sort of professional.

"But then back at base Darvin, you'd said you'd want me to help out picking weak points that need to be blown up.  I don't know demolitions or refineries, but I know my way around power systems and machinery.  I don't know if that'll help or not."

"Oh, I bet it will."  He nods encouragingly, giving Mika a friendly grin.  "Nothing quite like a mangled bit of machinery to give an engineer a hell of a headache when Imperial overlords are yelling that something needs to be fixed right now, eh?  Besides," he adds, "you're likely to be able to tell which machines are more, mmm, naturally volatile than others.  How big a bang does the average computer bank make compared to, say, a power generator?  These things are a great deal more likely up your alley than mine."

Merreck glance down at the screens that showed angles of the outside, and the passengers inside. "I'll look into befriending the local workers, and see what kinds of rumors I can get from them. As that is a job mostly for evenings, I´m occasionally avaliable for other tasks, like helping Sheila with slicing their computers."
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"I need to find a private place to slice into their system."  She pulls up some of the maps around the area of the refinery. "So actually, for me, squatting in an unused building connected to the net would be a good thing,"

Aryan, holstering his blaster pistol, looks at the group. "Even though my training is mainly in more wilderness areas, isa pretty good at stealth and tactics...as well asa have a sharp eye.  Isa think i'd be good as a scout as well.  Potential insertion sites, comming and going's and guard skill and rotation."

He pulls out his dagger, and smiles, looking at the blade. "itsa be good to see if theysa be as good as us." with a glean in his eye

Turning to Mika "I was thinking you and Three might team up well. You should be able to help her pick out potential targets for us within the refinery and you've shown yourself to be quite capable with systems." turning to address Sheila "Although Three, I'm not sure how many empty or abandoned buildings with active net access you'll find. You might have to look a little further afield to find a good place to slice from."

Xil looks over to Merreck and encompasses Darvin & Rann in his gaze as well "Five I believe that you would work well with Twelve and Six in befriending the workers. As you've stated, the three of you will probably be the most flexible with their time and therefore would be the primary ones to assist where needed."

"I'll take Eight with me to scout the refinery. Seven has the job of comings and goings, plus an aerial recon with whoever is available to assist."

Darvin grins and nods amiably as Xil assigns tasks.  "We-ell," he drawls, "I guess that's a good plan - unless you want me in there to scope out the refinery and actually have a clear view of where to lay those charges..?  Now," he says in a slightly rambling tone, "Me, I'd suggest that I go in with the two ladies."  He waves a hand to indicate Mika and Sheila.  "That way the three of us can cover all the angles we need to in the location.  Befriending the workers is sure something I could help with but Five and Six should be able to cover that angle nicely.  Don't you think, boys?" he asks, glancing at Merreck and Rann for confirmation.

"Got it."  Mika acknowledges her assignment with a nod to Exilim and a wink to Shelia.  "And I guess the droid's with us?"  She asks since she's the only one who can easily understand the little guy.

Merreck gets a surprised look on his face. "Darvin, why do you need Three and Ten with you to look for places to plant explosives? What can they do there that they can´t do better, slicing, from outside? If you do plan on going inside, please, at least coordinate with me and Six, it´s a very bold move, and with a high risk of going wrong, and if it does go south, then me and Six might get compromised too."

Darvin blinks and then raises an eyebrow.  "Ah, my mistake.  I thought Four said they were going inside the refinery.  But you're not, you're talking with the workers after they come out, right?  And isn't coordination what we're doing right now?"  He shrugs.  "Befriending workers who're off work sounds like something you're capable of, as long as you don't ask them what's the best place to ambush their convoys or the exact schedules of their security guards.  I want to see inside that refinery, or at least the approaches.  If I can spot holes in their procedures we might be able to exploit that - posing as inspectors at some point, say, come to check 'possible safety or procedural issues' or similar.  Either way," he shrugs, "I'll go where I'm needed most.  But I've knowledge of Imperial procedures that could be very useful, as well as having the demolitions experience."

OOC: Gah, my mistake, sorry.  Misread Xil's post.

"Getting you inside the refinery is a good idea, so you can scout out places to plant explosives, but I´m not sure if too many want to follow along. We´ll see, there might be a way to do this without causing any notice. We want to know more, and getting inside is one way to do that, but we don´t want to fire out shuttle for the next time we need to infiltrate."

OOC: Got it.

Finally tearing himself away from his datapad, Devon waited for the others to finish talking before checking he understood his part correctly.

'So I'm transport, watching for opportunities and generally keeping my eyes open, right?'

Xil listened as the others talked and contemplated his role.

He then turned to Darvin "Checking out some of their procedures might not be a bad idea, any holes we can potentially exploit later will help. If you do manage to get in the refinery, recall we are on a timeline and really don't want anyone remembering who we are."

"Seven, besides keeping your eyes open I really want to know what kind of vehicles they have. Anything that we can use is something we should consider building into our plans for the actual refinery mission. In other words, what ships are about. Also on the aerial recon get us some good images of the layout of the refinery."

"Five & Six, I imagine that the refinery is active all day and night. There should be different shifts off at any point in time, so you might just get an opportunity to talk to workers in daylight hours as well."

"You girls know what we need, set yourselves up and get to it. And yes Ten, the droid is with you."

"Eight and I will be scouting and may not use the hotel at all. Whoever has the transport keep an ear out for a pick up call. We'll also have to pick up some supplies for the two nights we may be out."

"Any questions? If not lets get a move on, no point in wasting time."

(sorry)

Sheila changes the hotel to 2 nights, and starts looking at the maps again.  THis time looking for a building that's empty, but not abandoned. For sale, or simply not in use, along with info on whether or not the utilites are intact at this time. 

Sheila will show the maps, with any relevant info on sale and utilities status.  "Mika, any ideas on these?"

From the storage compartment comes an idle, bored sounding beeping.

Mika turns to talk to Shelia when she catches the beeps of R2 and she bursts out laughing.  After a long moment and having to wipe tears from her eyes, Mika finally gets words out.  "I'm sorry." she chokes out.  She looks over the information Shelia shows her.

Aryan, sheathing his dagger at his hip, nods simply to Exilim. "Wesa gonna discuss how wesa gonna do this boss?"
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With the groups essentially sorted, everyone piles back into the speeder and Merreck drives them all back to town.  Pulling up outside the hotel, the group pile out, preparing to head their individual ways.


OOC:  Time to break up and do whatever you're doing now.  It's around midday.  Now you only have 1 speeder so only one person can have it (unless they're chauffering people around).  I'm guessing Devon gets the speeder but that's up to you guys of course.

Might be worth running seperate PM's for each group so this thread doesn't get cluttered but again up to you guys.  If you do start a PM, remember to add me to it!

After arriving at the hotel, Merreck tell the others about the speeder just before parking it in the garage. "The speeder is in my name, and anything it´s involved in will lead back to me, so give me a call if something happens, so I can get clear."

Merreck hands over the activator to Devon, then wanders over to stand with his 'team'.  The others had started to do likewise.  The groups had their roles, it was time to undertake them.


OOC:  You'll noticed I've started PM threads for all of you to keep things uncluttered.  I've broken you up as follows:

Transport Team - Devon
Scout Team - Exilim & Aryan
Slicer Team - Sheila, Mika & R2-A9
Intel Team - Rann, Darvin and Merreck

Obviously you don't have to stay in these groups but they coincide with the rough breakdown you made.  Now if you want to talk to other groups do it in the main thread (you all have comm access (except Aryan who didn't bring his) as long as you don't go more than 100km away), otherwise do group based stuff in PM.   If you need transport somewhere, Devon is the taxi service (on top of his other duties).
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Settling himself in the drivers seat of the speeder and starting the engine up, Devon looked up at Xil and Aryan.

'So, who needs a lift then?'

"Us definitely, just need some supplies for a couple days and then we can be off.Be right back"

Xil quickly heads off to the nearest shop getting some rations for a couple of days. Once done he gets into the speeder ready to go.

"Ok, lets head out."

Aryan waits until Exilim is ready, tehn when he returns, he simply nods to the otehrs, ready to go

Relaxing in the drivers seat with one arm dangling out the window, Devon looked in no particular hurry to go anywhere.  In fact he looked more than happy to stay right where they were, abandon the mission and try to pick up girls instead.

He did however set the speeder in motion once the others were in.
'OK, where exactly you want me to drop you?' he asked once they were underway.

"A few kilometers from the refinery should be ok, the walk won't hurt us and it would look a bit suspicious if you dropped us at the gate. If we can find somewhere with a bit of cover that would also be helpful." Xil settles back for the brief ride.

Xil and Aryan load into the speeder, complete with enough supplies to keep them eating for a day or two and without further conversation, Devon engages the speeder and they're off.

Less than ten minutes later, Devon drops them off at a small public speeder stop about a kilometre from the refinery.  With a final nod, Devon drives off.

A beep comes in on the Talon commlinks as a message comes through.  For those who answer it, it's Mika saying "Check out the news, a frogman got involved in a firefight."


OOC:  Anyone who recieves this message and answers should do so in this thread for ease.

While it's not the most apt description I could have made, a 'frogman' is one way you could describe a Gungan if you'd never seen one before (just assume SW frogs look more Gunganish!

“I hear you ma’am, and don't worry - the ship is locked up, so enjoy your time at the spa and we'll see you later said Rann, try to answer Tens message without raising suspicions from the other people in the bar.

Hearing the comm message from Mika, Xil had no trouble understanding what it meant. As he tried to further conceal himself he said quietly into the Talons comm "Scout group compromised, Eight about to be arrested, Four currently concealed."

“Ten, I'm on my way to you, then we need to sort out this mess.  Where do we meet Six?” said Rann as he started moving back to where they were dropped off.

Sheila will send an  address/street intersection for a nearby parking lot equivalent, so he doesn't block traffic whrn Rann stops for them. "we'll be waiting for you."

It turned out that Rann was only a few blocks away and the groups quickly made their way to meet up.  Soon Rann had regrouped with Sheila, Mika, and R2-A9.


OOC:  Sheila may not have known but Devon has the speeder, not Rann.

So Rann, Sheila, Mika and R2-A9 are all together on a street corner.  Darvin and Merreck are not with Rann.  Devon is still not answering his comm.  Last time you spoke to Xil he said something about Aryan being attested.

Can the four of you please post in the main thread now.  We'll add the others (i.e. Devon, Xil, Aryan) back in as their respective threads end.  I'm not sure what I'll do with Darvin and Merreck yet (as they're NPC's now).

Xil's voice comes over the Talons comm "All Talons, Four. We are compromised. Do not use your fake ID's and lay low. I need separate locations to hide bodies and a police speeder ASAP." he says in a way that left no room for questions and expressed the urgency of the situation.

The little astromech swivels his dome to look at Mika, then Rann, then Sheila.  Finally he looks back at Mika and beeps plaintively.

Mika wanted to know what happened and wasn't sure how to find out.  Not sure what to do, but there was an up side, she wouldn't have to claim the Winni Faraday alias.

Glancing at the droid distractedly, she says, "It's not your vocabulary programming that's corrupt R2.  From the sound of it, it's the frog man, and maybe some of the others, whose understanding is faulty."

The four discussed the issue amongst themselves but apparently had no advice to offer as after ten minutes, no advice had been offered to Xil.  Hopefully the sniper had come up with a plan all on his own.


<Time fast forwarded 10 minutes to keep in-line with other threads>
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A weak and static filled transmission came through on the Talon commlinks, rapidly gaining in strength.
'.....sev..........situ......incom......ortly....repeat: Any Talon, this is Seven. Where are you guys? Someone tell me what the hell is going on!'

Hunched over the speeder controls, Devon cursed.  The news articles he'd spotted HAD to be something to do with his team mates, he just hoped he wasnt too late to help.  Right now, he'd settle for just being able to get one of them to answer the damn comm!

Mika pulls out her comlink.  "Seven, Ten here."  Mika goes on to give Devon some idea where he could find them.

Belatedly, Mika then calls Exilim, "Four, If you can find a quiet place and we've got a bit of time, we could salvage the speeder."
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He gets onto the Talons comm and replies to Mika's transmission "Four here, sit rep from all teams. Also require urgent pick up." he says giving the rest of the team their location.

'Seven here.  Four:  I'm about...'  Devon punched a few buttons into the route finder program on his shiny new datapad. '... about 20 minutes from you.  What's your situation?  What sort of pick up are we talking about here?  Are you under fire?  Can you move to a better location for me to collect you?'

“Seven, this is Six.  Me, Ten and Three are okay.  Pick up Four first, then come for us.”
Rann turned back to the others with him.  “Ok, how fast can we change these ID cards?  OR do we need to get new ones?”

Replying to Devon on the Talons comm "Understood Seven, currently pick up will be quick but not hot. We should be able to sit tight for the moment, will update if the situation changes.

Mika shrugs at Rann's question.  "I don't know how long it'd take to change 'em, but if we need too...?  Depends on who's done what and I don't guess we'll know that for a bit yet."

She was looking about, not really liking being out in the open and yet still being in the dark.

'Confirmed Four.  Will be with you soon as I can.  Should be approaching from...'  Devon consulted his route planner again.  '...your north.  Keep an eye out in case I overshoot you.  You guys clearly hit trouble - how concerned should I be about local law enforcement?  currently I'm obeying all traffic laws and keeping a low profile.'

"Seven, be very concerned. Do not draw attention to yourself" Xil replied to Devon over the Talons comm "Also what medical supplies do we have available?

Hearing the request about medical supplies, Mika glances at Shelia and Rann and shakes her head.  She didn't have any medical supplies among her equipment.

'Low profile, got it.' Devon glanced uickly at any other vehicles he could see, checking his speed against theirs and watching out for any law enforcement vehicles.
'<d>Drive casual.</b>' he muttered and settled back in his seat, trying to look relaxed.
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Mika seems somewhat impatient, "Let's at least find a place to sit down, no point milling around on the street corner, people are going to think Alice and I are good time girls and Rann as our manager."  She chuckles, a little forced though.

"I can;t do anything about the id's, I don't have the stuff to do it with.  And not even a medkit."  some medical person she was turning out to be.

The R2 unit beeps helpfully, turning a bit on his three wheels and looking up and down the street.

"That's a good point R2."  She turns to the others, "R2 suggests that there might be a local store that carries some med kits.  Maybe a medical supply, maybe a camping store."

"All teams, Four. Sitrep update." Xil asked over the Talons comm.

“ okay the the Ids was a trick question we are going to need to our spares hopefully they are not  invalidated. said Rann “ now the medkit that is one we might be able to work on, lets try ten's idea if that does not work then we can try a few others he told the others before going on comms “ this is six me ten and three are okay over” he told four.

<Fifteen minutes later>

It didn't take the team long to find a couple of stores that sold medpacs and medkits as they were fairly commonplace items.  As they shopped they noticed that the police presence in town had lifted somewhat.  At least three police airspeeders had flown overhead, sirens blaring.  Most had been making for the eastern section of the city which the group knew was the industrial zone.  So far, none of the police were paying any attention to the group or even hanging around the area.



OOC:  Medpacs, medkits (and many other things) can be bought in town at core rulebook prices.  If you want to do some shopping let me know what you want.

Devon clicked his Talons comm on again, the vague thoughts he'd been having for the past few minutes finally beginning to crystalize.

'Four, this is Seven.  Two things you should know:  first - going to be about ten minutes longer than I said I would.  The most direct route takes me through an industrial district... civilians woudnlt really have much business there, so I figure going through would cause more attention than we want right now.  Secondly:  It occurs to me that if our fake IDs are compromised, we're not going to be able to get off planet the same way we got in... we might want to start looking into other ways of getting a ride off planet.'

"Acknowledged Six and Seven" Xil replied over the Talons comm "Getting off world will be a problem with compromised ID's, everyone start thinking of options." he finished off.

Mika pats the top of R2's cranial unit.  "Actually, it was R2's suggestion, not mine.  I've got a few credits on me, what do you think we should be buying?"

The R2 unit lets out a couple of pleased sounding beeps and then launches into a torrent of noises, looking up at Mika.  It sounds like a question.

"Sounds like we need a medikit.  The other will be a bit of a problem.  Let me think about it." 

Alice will look start looking at the local and regional info in her data pad, they'll need to get to a spaceport.

OOC:  The nearest interstellar spaceport is the one you came in from which is about 300km away.  The next nearest is a military base to the NW.  Next closes is a medium sized port about 1000km away.  There are bound to be other places where transports come and go from (the refinery for example) but you don't know where most of those places might be

Mika rolls her eyes at R2's torrent of beeps.  "Well, yes, maybe.  But it's a little early to talk about getting a transport."  She kept her answer on the vague side, just in case.  No reason to talk about forging ID's and stealing space ships.

"But first we need to find out what's what and we can't do that so well until we hook up with the rest."

“Right then ladies, what do you need equipment-wise to find out what's going on?” asked Rann “<b>Let me know and I'll see what I can do./b>” he told them with a winning smile.

Mika gives Rann a blank look, "Well, Alice can speak as to tying into the local nets.  For me, I think step one is to hook up with the others and compare notes.  It'd be nice to know how much is needed in the way of medkits and go ahead and get those."

"Let's get 3 pacs.  If we need then we have them, if we don't I'm sure we'll use them later."  Alice frowned adding in a very low voice. "We can try the other cafe?  Or we can break in somewhere."

Looking for a handy over hang, or anything to give him cover from the Police airspeeders he saw, Devon keys his comms again.

'Four, this is Seven.  Outside the address you gave now.  All quiet on my end, no troubles.  seen a couple of police airspeeders flying search patterns though.  You guys coming out or do I come in?'

Mika nods at the suggestion of the three three medpacks, but she gives a slight shake of her head at the lowly voiced suggestion.  "We can save that for later, I think we need to compare notes with the others before we plan on doing much anything else, aside from maybe getting some hot caf."

"Seven we are coming out to you, be ready to move."

As he heads out to the waiting speeder he gets onto the Talons comm and sends a quick message to Sheila "Three, Four here. I need you to prep and have ready to send an untraceable message with our pick up location. More details to follow. In the mean time the rest of you lay low."

When both he and Aryan are both on the speeder and it is moving he says to Devon "Look for somewhere for us to dump this ride. We'll have to acquire another one somehow."

Devon quickly pulled away from the kerb once Aryan and Xil had settled into the seats.  A few people on the street noticed them but nobody seemed overly interested from the quick glances they took.  The speeder moved off down the street, away from the disaster they'd left behind.


OOC:  So where do you go?  Where do you dump the speeder?  What about the other team?  Will the Raging Wookies defeat the Feral Ewoks in the playoffs?  So many questions!

Aryan, keeping quiet and staying covered in the cab, looked at Devon and simpy nodded in apreciation. He didn't bother looking at Exilim...he knew he was close behind him and now at his side.

Mika finds her thoughts on the speeder.  She still liked the idea of taking it apart, but that'd take a bit of time and a fair bit of privacy.

"Think we can find a warehouse or something, so we can disassemble the machinery without a lot of distraction?"

Well you still have all the real estate data you pulled down at the spaceport so you know where there are empy buildings for sale.  Xil and Aryan just left an abandoned building so they can certainly tell you where one is (not sure if Mika's comment was over the comm or just spoken to those around her).

(We have time, we should have bought 3 medpac (the small things) and then found a cafe to sit down in, even in if not's an internet cafe.)  SHeila can work on the message on her datapad while the others talk, creating this message, at least as much as she knows about it.

OOC:  Mika was talking aloud, not on the comms.

"Come on. The store over there, let's get the medpacs and find a cafe, we can look at the maps and I can make the message."
Sheila won't wait but head for the store and buy the medpacs (the small things not the big ones that do actual wound help). Hopefully the others will follow,

It takes Sheila only a few minutes to buy her medpacs.  Remembering a nice looking cafe she'd seen in her travels, she headed inside.  The cafe was fairly quiet as it was still a few hours to midday so the lunch crowd weren't in yet.  The display racks contained various sandwiches, pastries and other goodies typical of a cafe.  The smell of caf permeated the room.

Sheila found a quiet table in a corner big enough to handle the other three, should the choose to join her.

A young man walks up to the table.  "What would you like?"

"Cup of caf. I'm waiting for some friends. Thank you."  She took the seat at the table furtherst away from other chairs.

Now that they were moving again Xil took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Looking over at Devon he says "Did you spot anywhere on your way here that would allow us to hide this speeder or where we could get another one?"

While he waits for the reply he gets onto the Talons comm "All Talons Four here. We are on the move. Keep laying low, this team is looking at acquiring new transport."

"Is there a parking garage type of thing?" he asks Devon.

'hey' replied Devon conversationally  'I'm still waiting for someone to tell me whats going on...'

He thought for a few moments, 'a parking garage.... your thinking short term parking or long term storage?  The sort of thing we could pay for in cash and leave the speeder in for months without anyone noticing?  Shouldnt be too hard to find either...'

Several minutes after Sheila had entered the cafe, Rann walks in talking angrily in to his comm “ yes I KNOW I'm on hold, I have been for six minutes” he walked over to the counter “ can I have a Byss mountain roast and an alderaan pastry please he asked the person behind with a kind voice “ YES ..hello.. yes I lost a container … number 68k934t .. No do not put me on hold.. do not put me on hold ...Frak  he said as he dug some credits out of his pocket “ how much?” he asked the person behind the counter.

Mika tags along with Shelia with a "Come on, R2."

Once the medical supplies are purchased, she tags along to the cafe.  Stepping up to the counter, she glances at the options.  "A roast nerf sandwich and some krinkle bits, oh and a fizzyglug."

Mika, not far from being an adolescent already, easily falls into the role of a kid, what with your petite frame and youthful manner.  Ordering a bunch of junk food only completes the transformation.

The various food and drink are prepared and delivered quickly and the group is then left alone at their table.

R2-A9 settles in next to the table.  This is better than a street corner, certainly.  He doesn't order any food (strangely enough) and, for the moment, remains quiet and as unobtrusive as an astromech can.

While the man serving did indeed not offer the little droid, he did offer refreshment of a sort.

"I have a droid recharging station in the back if your astromech needs power.  I use it for my serving droid but it's fully charged and I wont power it up until I get busy tonight.  Just head on over if you're interested and I'll steer your astromech to the right spot."



OOC:  This guy seems genuinely skilled at customer service.  You guess he's either the owner or at least a manager.
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"What do you think R2, need some power?"  Mika asks of the droid, trying to remember how long it had been since the droid had been charged.

"Details will have to wait for a bit, we need to try become invisible again. In terms of parking, short or long term doesn't really matter, just need somewhere." he says to Devon while checking out the navicomp for the nearest structure "We'll also need to disguise Eight's features somehow for when we need to do any moving around." He mutters to himself a bit while doing the search.

The droid beeps and whistles cheerfully, wheeling about to look at the owner/manager/guy/thing.

Mika stands up and looks to the serving man.  "Thanks, we'll take you up on it.  C'mon R2, let's go get you hooked up."  She heads towards the direction intended, not distrusting the fellow but wanting to keep an eye on things.  After all, Cor was counting on her to bring R2 back in one piece.

Devon pulls the speeder into the multi-level parking structure Xil had identified on the navicomm.  He pulled in on the third level which currently had no other people walking around.  As the group started to exit the vehicle, the question was where now?  The parking structure was linked to a shopping centre which would allow a quick way to vanish into the crowd.  Except for the very distinctive Gungan with them.

A few blocks away in a quiet cafe, the man serving led Mika and R2 to a side room where a TDL-501 serving droid sat powered down.  Given the nature of the room, it was clear that 'droid charging' wasn't a service normally offered.  Clearly the cafe manager was just being nice.  The man set up the charging plug which was compatible with R2-A9 and got the charge going.  He then led Mika back out.

"It will let me know when the charge is done at the counter.  Wont take long as your droid is mostly charged anyway."

Aryan got out of the speeder, streching his neck, and looked at the other two. "Whats now.  you two wills be fine.  I can't walk down the street like you." The gungan scratches an ear absently. "Maybe's i can hide here until yousa get another speeder here to gets me?"

Devon rolled his eyes.  'Right, cos that won't go wrong.  Trust me on this - a lone person hanging around in a parking garage trying to stay out of sight screams 'speeder thief'.  Come on guys, tell me what happened!  Gimmie some data so I can help plot a course out of this!'

Sheila accepts the caf when the waiter brings it.  SHe spends the rest of the time working on her datapad, trying to do the message, that she doesn't have all the information for yet, ready to send.

Turning to Devon "Short version; the locals didn't like the look of Eight, I stunned a couple, he did a pretty good job of trying to kill a policeman. There were two still alive where you picked us up from. So now we need to get off world asap. Problem is eight sticks out badly, so we need to cover his head somehow so that he draws less attention. Our situation in a nutshell."

He looks around the parking structure "See anything that would be of use to us?' he asks both of them.

Aryan rolled his eyes. "It's wouldsa been ok if he hadn't pullds his blaster.  The locals were trying ter fights with me. When theys saw the gun, theys called the police"

Once R2 is all hooked up and charging, Mika returns to the table, not liking leaving the droid unattended but also not wanting to draw unfriendly attention either.  Back at the table, she quickly starts getting bored.  "Where are they?" she asks in a harsh whisper of any of her companions listening.

Devon checked the time function on his datapad.  'Aaand we've not even been here for twelve hours yet, I think thats a new record...'  he muttered to himself as he leaned against the speeder.

He looked around. 'Seriously, first thing we got to do either get you two off the streets or break our trail.  Bad enough that you had to shoot, worse that someone saw you do it and can ID you.' Devon paused for a moment, looking around the carpark intently.  'Ok, so we dont know the local underworld well enough to know where to go or who to trust for a safe house.  So we've got to break our trail.'  Devon continued to examine the car park from where he stood, peering into odd corners.

'Gotta ditch the rental.' he mused.  'Get some new transport.  Paranoia says we assume that someone saw me pick you up and that they're now watching and waiting for us to meet with the others.'  He returned his attention to his fellow Talons.

'If they're watching this.' he patted their rented speeder.  'Then you two don't want to be in it. I'm thinking we need to confuse your trail some.  I wonder...'

Climbing back into the speeder, Devon began fiddling with its onboard systems.

Xil looked at Aryan "Probably true. However you almost killing the policeman wasn't very smart either." he said in a purely factual way.

He then turns to Devon "Confusing or breaking our trail is what I had in mind. If we can disguise or hide Eight in someway that would also help." He watches Devon work for a moment "What's your idea?"

Devon continued entering instructions into the rentals control system.
'Everyone knows about a Speeders autopilot, right? Useful if your not paying much attention to your driving.  But if you bypass a few safeties, then there doesnt need to be a driver at all.  Which gives us all sorts of interesting options.  Like telling this thing to head to the rough side of town, park in a nice shady alleyway and ignore any attempts at external override - force the local law to chase it rather than stopping it.'

He grinned up at the others and gestured around the car park full of speeders.  'If I can get into a few more without triggering any alarms, then we can have them all set off at the same time, headed to different places.  Meanwhile we leave here some other way.  What you think?'

Out of the blue, a new voice crackles over the comm.

"Four, this is Five, do you read?"


ooc:  On this recon mission, Five was the callsign assigned to Merreck (It's normally Jamie Webb's but he's on vacation) but it's not Merreck's voice.  Nor is it Darvin's who is with Merreck.
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Aryan hears the new voice over the comms and mutters. 'This can't be good', he thinks to himself. "Wesa gotta go, now." he says to the others.
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"Anyone know who that was?"  Mika asks quietly as the unfamiliar voice claiming to be Talon Five comes over the comlink.

Xil considers Devon's plan "While confusion helps us, it also takes time away from us if we spend too much of it creating it. In this case I think we just need to be away ....." he pauses and looks up at Devon as he hears Five's voice over the comm.

"Hello Five, Four here. It's been a while .." Xil replies with a hint of surprise "Confirm ID & Sit-rep." he continues.

"That was Jamie.  I wonder what happened to the other two.  Jamie's supposed to be on holiday. This is really wierd"

She whispered back, then took a drink of her caf and returned to her datapad.

"ID...I've almost blown you up a time or two.  I try to keep all of you out of trouble.  I'm...on vacation.  You told me you were headed in this direction, and I heard there was some activity in the area.  I'm in the neighborhood, so I wanted to check on you.  I am not currently at complete liberty to speak freely, so keep it simple.  Is your situation good or bad?"

OOC: For those who know Jamie Webb (which is everyone except Aryan, Mike and R2-A9) this certainly sounds like him and he's saying the kind of things you've come to expect from him.  If this is a trick, it's a VERY elaborate one.


Location: Multi-level parking structure

As Xil talked to who he suspected to Jamie Webb on the comm, Devon looked around for some likely speeder targets.  He saw plenty he thought he could hotwire, however he also saw plenty of speeders arriving and people walking back to their speeders after shopping.  Some were giving the group long stairs.  Wether it was because they had never seen a Gungan or because three people were lurking in a parking bay was anyone's guess.  What was obvious was that they would draw attention before long, if they hadn't already.





Location: Cafe

Inside the cafe, the group sat quietly, waiting to hear more from Xil's team or this new person who they suspected was Jamie Webb.  The waiting was painful as they had little idea what was going on, where Xil's team was or what the plan was.  They knew something had gone bad, but what?  Sheila stared at her datapad but knew she couldn't do what Xil asked of her yet.  He'd given her far too little to work with.

They were distracted as someone called out, "Rick, my usual, but make it large and make it strong."  The group turned to see a man in a business suit walking over to the counter.

"Rough morning?" the manager asked as he prepared the caf.

"Are you kidding?" the business man laughed.  "The police are swarming over town.  Pulling over people, checking ID's.  Even heard talk they've got stormtroopers coming!"

"Why?"

The businessman shrugged.  "Something to do with that alien shooting up the place somewhere this morning.  Something about policeman killed or kidnapped or something.  Whatever it is, it's got the police really steamed.  They're setting up cordons, detaining people without ID.  Haven't seen this kind of crackdown in years!  Think I'll wait it out here"

The man took the proferred cup, plugged a credchip into the scanner then moved to a table and pulled two datapads and a commlink from his bag.  Clearly the man planned to continue his work from the cafe.

'we're runnin' outta time here.' Devon told Xil.  'So what I suggest is this:  set our rental off as a decoy, preferably with at least one other speeder as well - headed some place different.  Then we take either of those two there.'  Devon pointed out his two chosen speeders, a smallish cargo carrier and a people-mover.

'Once we've broken trail we can work out what to do next.  Like I said - I want one more speeder to decoy... a fast one.  One that would make a good getaway speeder - we set that one to run for the space port at high enough speed that it'll look like the drivers in a real hurry.  Meanwhile our rental heads some place else nice and slow and casual.  We'll leave a few minutes ahead of the decoys if I can program in a timer.  What you think?'

Devon looks at Xil expectantly, wanting to get to work.

"Be quick about what you want to do" Xil said to Devon "we need to move from here asap. We can't hang around for more than a few minutes more, especially with Eight sticking out like a beacon."

He turns to Aryan "I didn't think I'd have to tell you this, but seriously, hide yourself somehow, your description will be all over the place soon."

Taking a deep breath in and out he addresses Jamie next over the Talons comm "Very bad would be a more apt description of our situation. Vacation time may be over."

While waiting for Devon to complete his work he quickly goes over events in his head and recalls the instructions he gave to Sheila. If they gave the cops an area to focus on they might be able to slip out easier. "Three, Four here. I need that message ready to go. Simple details; location that Seven picked us up from, two policemen captured but alive, strange looking alien seen. And it needs to be untraceable. If you need more details get back to me asap."

Xil then moves a short distance away and using his sniper skills, conceals himself as best he can so that he can keep a look out, and so that a group of three standing around no longer draws attention.

'We're taking the cargo carrier.' Devon decided.  'It'll do until we find something else.  Once I gtot our new ride ready to go, I'll try to set up another decoy as well.' 

Finishing his re-programming on the rental speeder, Devon moved across to the cargo carrier and set to work on getting into it without setting off any scary alarms.

Aryan, Chewing his lip, looks at Exilim. "Howsa should i hide myselfs....swap heads?" The gungan looks around, at the others in the garage, then at Devon.

"Once you haves that working, some gets me at the top.  I'll draw attention from you and try and hide up there somewhere." The gungan sets off imediatly, looking for a less populated area for a place to hide.

'Well...' said Devon without looking up from his work.  'With a good coat of paint we might be able to disguise you as the mascot for Hyper-Burger.'
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As he starts walking, he hears the comment.  With a wry smile, he turns. "Funny." He says, then continues

Mika didn't like hearing that stormtroopers were in the offering, not that anyone really liked a bunch of stormtroopers.  She looks to the others, "Maybe it's time we thought about moving on."  It was clear from her loom that she didn't mean just the cafe.

Devon quickly finishes the programming on the rental speeder and sets its course.  Without watching it move, he moves over to his second decoy speeder and works on the security system.  It takes him a little longer then expected, but in under a minute he's in.  Quickly programming the second decoy speeder he sends that on it's way too.

With a surge of confidence, Devon moves over to the the small cargo speeder, and gets to work.

In his haste however, Devon sends a surge through one of the security circuits and the speeder's alarm starts blazing.  The shipjacker cursed, knowing that the speeder was likely sending a remote signal to the owner of the speeder as well.



OOC:  Well you've tripped the alarm on the van.  It's still locked, it's alarm is blaring and it will be sending a signal to the owner (in the SW world it seems logical an alarm would send a remote signal to the owner.

On the bright side, your decoy speeders have taken off and seem to be working perfectly!
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Aryan, a little way away from the others, hears the alarm, and closes his eys. Good job at being inconspicious he thought to himself.  He wondered if it was the decoy or the van, and he couldn't help but smile. I bets some of the heats off me now he think with a little bit of a smug smile, as he searches for a hiding spot

Xil watched as Aryan walked off Swap heads,if only they could be so lucky. Was actually thinking that you just hide between speeders rather than standing in plain view he thought to himself. He was about to call out and stop him but the alarm triggered by Devon changed that.

"Time to move Seven, we'll have to find other transport." he says as he starts heading away from the blaring alarm trying to appear as concerned at this sudden noise as other people in the vicinity If a crowd gathers hopefully I can blend into it and then disappear he thinks to himself.

OOC: damnit!

Without seeming to cover the distance between them, Devon materialized at Xil's side, his kit bag slung over his shoulder and looking like an entrant for the world championship hundred meter nonchalant stroll.

"I am available in the vicinity.  I can meet up with you or do something you are unable to do right now.  What do you need?"

In reply to Mika Trake (msg #243):

Speaking quietly. "Suggestions at to where?"  She glanced at Rann. "Anything you can do with our stuff?"  not wanted to say ID out loud, no matter how quietly.

Mika shrugs at Shelia and gives her a slight shake of the head."But I'm bored just sitting here.  If the rest of you want to stick around here that's okay by me."  She raises her voice a bit, "R2, want to go for a walk?"

She moves back to the charging area, "You got a full charge?"

"Well, I need like 10 minutes after he fills me in on the rest of what he wants."    She pulled the comlink out and spoke into it quietly once Devon or Xil has filled her in on the rest of the info.  "Seven, three, eta on the package is 10 minutes after you tell me where you were and where it goes. And anything else you want in there that you didn't mention."  Sheila takes another gulp of caf.

R2-A9 lets out a couple of low whistles as Mika comes over. 

One of the other nearby droids, an R4, speaks back in Binary. 

A9 whistles again, a slightly higher tone.    Then, with a 'bing!' that sounds suspiciously like an egg timer going off, R2-A9 detaches himself from the coupling, fully charged.

The R4 nearby lets out a beepy cheer. 

A9 rolls over to Mika, ready to move it, move it.  He likes to move it, move it.

after listening to Sheila, Rann reasoned that there has to be a cleaners storeroom somewhere in the back, “okay I am going to need the stuff and I will see what I can do” he told them quietly.

"C'mon R2."   Mika leads the droid back outside.

Once clear, she pulls out her comlink,"10 here, just caught a rumor that stormtroopers are being called in.  Recommend we either get going or dig ourselves a hole and pull it in after us."

While noting Devon's appearance at his side Xil quickly considers what Jamie offered. Their biggest problem currently would be getting out of the this town and Mika was right they needed to get a move on whatever they were going to do.

"Five, Four here, transport for about seven bodies and a droid. If you can get it, then it doesn't have to be 'acquired' and won't be linked to us" he looks around checking that they didn't have followers "or alternatively a deep hole as suggested by Ten."

Talking quietly to Devon he says "Give three the rough location of where you picked me up from. Then tell her that the message only needs that and the fact that there are two imprisoned LEO's there, nothing else. Get the message out on the net, it will be picked up soon enough and hopefully cause enough distraction that we can leave."

Xil moves so that he heads in the general direction that Aryan went, he needed to be shadowed How can you not bring your damn comm with you he wonders again.

'Right' said Devon and began relaying the details.  Once Xil got off the comm, Devon said: 'something else occurs to me - your faces are currently known by the local law.  Mine?  not so much.  Bet I'll be more use to you if I'm not on 'wanted' posters.  Maybe we should split up again.'

"You're right, no need for more of us to be ID'd. Keep in contact. Let me know if you acquire a suitable ride, I'll shadow Eight." Xil replies to Devon before moving off.

Mika, hearing the comlink chatter and the lack of responsiveness to her communications, decides to try again.  "This is 10, did you copy?"

After all, what was the point of having encrypted comlinks if you couldn't use them?

The R2 unit, nearby Mika, beeps and chatters as if to himself.

'Right.'  Devon stood and watched his team mates move off for a few moments, then ducked into the stairwell that led between floors of the parking garage.  Resisting the strong temptation to run up the stairs (might be cameras: guilty people run) he ambled up two floors and back into the parking area itself.  Strolling between the rows of parked vehicles as if he knew exactly where he was going, Devon continued until he found a suitable vehicle parked in a camera blindspot, spending a moment to check no one was around, Devon pulled a couple of tools from his pocket and approached his chosen victim...

'surely not two in a row with alarms by Get-Me-Shot Corporation?' he muttered to himself as he set to work.  'No WAY is my luck that bad.'

Devon quickly chose his target, a passenger speeder that would fit six comfortably.  It wasn't quite as big as his last choice, but this one had a new benefit, heavily tinted windows and a large cargo compartment.  Showing his usual skill, Devon quickly bypassed the speeder's security and quickly had it hotwired and running.  Devon slid into the driver's seat.


OOC:  Well you have a largish size speeder.  Hit has room for five passengers, has tinted windows and a large cargo space in the boot.

Mika chuckles without humor at R2's response, "Damn straight.  Now if we can just get someone to notice us."  She shakes the comlink gives it a thump or two, wondering if it's non-functional.  "10 here, comm check.  Is anyone getting this?"

In reply to Mika Trake (msg #262):

Sheila pulled out her comlink.  "Ok. How far are you from us? Should we meet you there.  I need 10 minutes and my buddy here needs some time too."  She typed furiously, fixing up the message, trying to get this thing done before they had to move on.

Mika thumbs the comlink control, "I'm just outside and a bit down the street.  If you guys are ready to get a move on, then sure come meet me.  If you're not, I guess I'll try to hook up with the others."

A9 follows along behind, beeping to Mika as he goes.

"I hear you Ten" Xil said as he trailed Aryan "Whats your group up to?"

He hoped that Devon had some transport by now as they could really do with not been in a busy shopping centre. He continues to check his surroundings making sure that they aren't followed.

"The others are waiting and thinking, I'm with 11's companion on look-out who is suggesting we move on to the next stop on our journey."  A little cryptic perhaps, but now that she was talking to the others, she was calming a bit and thinking more clearly.

A9 lets out a rather rude blatting noise, swinging his dome about to look around the street.

Feel I need to try and make a little order out of the chaos here.  There seems to be a lot of people going off in various directions but limited inter-team communication.  Part of the issue is the information shared between groups has been (deliberately) cryptic.  While the commlinks are heavily scrambled there is a (very small but possible) risk that they could be cracked.  So being short and cryptic does make sense, though it seems


So I'm going to risk a little ooc info here and try to get the questions answered.


* Devon - You have your speeder now and you will pass close to Xil and Aryan on your way out.  Do you plan to pick them up or go without them?  The plan currently was for you to split up but getting Xil and Aryan out in a speeder is quicker and easier then any other plan.


* Jamie - You are only a few minutes from town.  What are you doing?


* Rann - You wanted some clarification over destroying the ID's.  Judging from the PM comments from your team, the aim was to have them altered or replaced, not destroyed.  So that issue is solved.  You can't alter them unless you have time and gear (which you have neither of right now) and you can't buy new ones unless you dig up some black market connections (which also takes time and is better done in a larger city then the town you're in).


* Xil - There is conflicting choices in Mika's group.  Sheila wants ten or so minutes to finish the letter Xil ordered where as A9 thinks you should leave right this nanosecond.  Mika is seeking guidance on this from Xil.


* Mika - Is it your intention to try and join Xil's group or are you merely waiting outside the cafe?



If you need extra info, please PM me.  Otherwise let's get these questions answered then get out of this rut we're sliding into so I can stick you down a hole of a different kind!  ;)

Familiarizing himself with the controls on his new speeder, Devon took the precaution of moving the vehicle from his current parking spot to one some distance away and out of sight of the original - that way, if the vehicles real owner came back, he wouldnt immiedately spot his vehicle and Devon.

Safely parked in his new space between two larger speeders, Devon grabbed his Talons comm again.

'Four, Seven here.  I got transport now.  How soon can you two reach the floor below where we seperated?  same location - just one floor down?'

Mika doesn't have a clear intention, she just wasn't able to sit still in the tap cafe, statting to feel jaws closing about her.  She wanted to get somewhere where she could see what's going on, get a little distance in case there's any attempt to surround them and basically try to spur the others into doing something... almost anything.

She'll hang in the vicinity of the tap cafe until the others come out and or readybto move or until Xil's group shows up and she'll join with them.

On hearing Devon's reply "Good work Seven, we'll be down there shortly." He moves quickly ahead to catch up to Aryan and once he's done so "Lets go, Seven had got us a ride, follow me." Xil then turns and heads back down to where Devon is waiting.

As he moves, he starts giving out instructions "Ten, continue to keep an eye out, be discreet. We have transport now, so Three complete that message ASAP, you will need to have it done by the time we converge on your location and pick you up."

Continuing to move towards Devon he remembers that Jamie is back on the scene "Five, what's your status?"

"Five here.  I have transportation with room for three more passengers, plus some cargo.  I can rendezvous with your other group and pick them up.  I need to know where to meet them.  I'm approximately three to five minutes out."

Pulling up alongside Xil and Aryan, Devon leans over to open the passenger side door.  He was looking vaguely annoyed.

'Did he just say he has transport?' he demanded as the other two got in  'You mean to say I set off the alarm on that rust heap upstairs for no reason when we coulda just called him for transport?  but no one told me that, did they?  Noooo!'

The litany of complaints contined as the other two got in and they drove off.  Devon only beginning to simmer down when they were several streets away...

Aryan, hearing Exilim catching upand his words, simply nods and followed Him.

Meeting Devon, he got into the speeder without a word, and ducked out of sight. "It'sa be best ifsa i stay outa sights" he whispers to the others

It took less then five minutes for Devon to thread his way through the traffic to the cafe were Sheila and the others were.  Xil sat in the front seat, anxious about showing his face, even though his features were fairly unremarkable and the windows were tinted.

Aryan meanwhile, was not so comfortable.  His two metre frame, did not comfortably fit in the back seat, especially when he was lying down to avoid being seen.  As such the Gungan took up all of the back seat but was still very uncomfortable.

About thirty seconds after Devon's arrival, a taxi airspeeder landed on the other side of the road.  From the front seat both Devon and Xil could see Jamie emerge from the back seat and say something to the taxi driver.


OOC:  I'm going to assume someone told Jamie your location.  He has asked a few times.

Well you have two vehicles.  The landspeeder which hold five (though at the moment the back seat is filled with lying Gungan) and an air taxi which holds four plus the driver.  Both speeders have large cargo areas.

Mika & A9 will have seen the vehicles as you're outside (though up the block a bit I believe).  You'd recognise Jamie but wouldn't be able to see through the tinted windows of Devon's car from such a distance.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit." under her breath, SHeila glances out the window at the cars and sees Jamie. THe message is the best she can do, and so she sends it off into the ether.  "Come on." to whomeever is left with her at the table.  She packs up quickly and heads out, making sure to leave enough to cover her caf and food and tip, if it wasn't already paid for.

After glancing up and down the street to check for oncoming vehicles, she will head over to Jamie and the taxi.   "Nice to see  you.  How was vacation?"

Xil comms the group as he watches them move about "Anyone that can, get in the taxi with Five, best if the three of us stay a little apart from the rest of you for the moment."

He waits momentarily for the Talons to get aboard vehicles "Anyone have any idea on the security on routes out of this town?"

Xil turns to Devon "Start us moving away from here, we don't want to linger for long." Xil checks the police comm that he has for any updates now that Sheila has sent the message.

OOC: By my count Rann, Sheila, Mika & A9 should all be able to fit in with Jamie. Also assuming that I still have the police comm.

Jamie greeted Sheila with a smile and a nod.  "It sucked.  Worst vacation ever.  Pretty short, too.  Who is with you?"
Jamie looked around for any other familiar faces, hoping to embark quickly.

Aryan, crammed into the back seat, glared at Exilim. "Let's getsa moving...isa feel like a gooberfish in a can here"

She gave him a hug, hopefully, if anyone was watching, they'd get the 'wrong' idea of what they were, not what they actually were.  "Rann, Mika and A9. they should be coming right now."

(I hope Rann hadn't actually moved to another room, since I was working with the idea that he was still at the table)

coming out of the door Rann Greets jamie “sorry to hear that any way shall we go” he said wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

A9, who looks as if he's been considering making a run for it, turns abruptly and rolls over to the taxi.  He beeps and whistles all the while.

Mika follows R2 over to the vehicle.  "Sounds like a good idea to me."

She makes a terse greeting, "Hi there, 10 here.  We're running a bit late, it'd probably be a good idea to get moving."

Jamie was surprised with Sheila's hug, but did his best to roll with it, but he frowned a moment as the other three came up to the speeder.  He greeted each of them with nods.
"We only have room for three more in here."  He knocked on R2-A9's shell indicatively.  "We're gonna have to put you in the cargo hold for a while.  We won't forget you."  Jamie motioned for the others to climb in, then he hoisted the droid into the hold.
Once he was back inside, he asked the pilot to return to the spaceport.  He turned to Sheila again.  "Where are the others?  Did you have a rendezvous plan?"

R2-A9 offered no protest as Mika and Jamie, who had extricated himself from Sheila's hug, lifted the astromech into the cargo space.  Then the pair moved over to take seats, Sheila and Rann already inside.

The taxi driver looked at his meter, then at the group, appraising if they could afford this rapidly increasing, fare, which was currently registering at 250 credits.  "Where now?"

A little down the street, Xil and Devon saw the others pile into the taxi.  There had been no sign of Darvin or Merreck.  Hadn't they been with Rann?

"Oh noes!"  came Aryan's voice from the back.  The Gungan was looking out the back window and could see an airspeeder approaching the area.  It was a standard Imperial troop transport and could easily move twenty stormtroopers with all their gear.

In the airtaxi, Jamie also saw the transport but said nothing, not wanting to betray to the taxi driver that stormtroopers concerned him, though he imagined the soldiers struck fear into most Imperial citizens.
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Sheila is speaking quietly to Jamie.  "The others are back there.  I'm not sure who's there besides 4, 7,  and 8."  SHe picked up the com. "Hey four darling.  What about twelve and thirteen?  Anything there?"  SHe's trying to be laidback and unconcerned and also uninformative to anyone besides Talons who might be listening.
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Devon glanced in his rear-view mirror and supressed the desire to curse.
'Quiet back there.  Calm and casual.'  He instructed Xil and Aryan.
'Lawbreakers flee, right?  We upstanding citizens have nothing to fear from them, so we are going to go about our business, in a calm and relaxed fashion.'

He looked at Xil.'On the assumption they're coming here, we need to be gone before they get a chance to deploy and close down traffic.'

Unless Xil tells him otherwise, Devon will get the speeder moving and drive off casually, obeying all relevant traffic laws.

Seating himself in the Taxi, Rann turned to Jamie and  said “ Didn't you say something bout drinks at your place?”

A musical chime from Sheila's datapad indicated she'd recieved a mail message.

The taxi driver frowns for a moment at Shela's strange conversation then shrugs and looks around.

"Spaceport it is."

The taxi lifts off and begins flying back in the direction it had come, towards the spaceport.  The driver points at the trooper transport as they pass it.

"Stormtroopers!  Wonder where they're going." He atches them for a moment or two.  "Well wherever it is, I just hope I'm not near there!"
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Xil watches the as the troop carrier approaches. As Devon had started moving all he said was "Keep track of Five's taxi and head in the same direction."

He considers how to answer Sheila's question about Merreck and Darvin. The reality was that they hadn't heard from either for some period of time and in their current situation couldn't do much but hope they had gone to ground. "Three, no sign of Twelve or Thirteen. Unless someone else has heard from them, we have completely lost contact."

Under normal circumstances they wouldn't have left without members of the team and Xil wasn't happy about having to move without them.

Devon shook his head as their speeder started moving.  'One - we're a groundspeeder, he's an airspeeder:  He'll loose us in about 10 seconds.  Two - I got a better idea.  First up we get away from here, away from prying eyes.  Then we change vehicle at least once, confuse the trail a bit more.  I'd like to find us an airspeeder; that sort of speed and freedom of movement gives us a lot more options.  Then I suggest we either go to ground - not the best choice in a small town where outsiders are noted easily - or try to get out of town.'

Mika hadn't liked locking R2 up int the cargo compartment, but they hadn't had a lot of options and she was feeling a lot better now that they were moving again.  When the Imperial transport made itself known, Mika made an effort to remain casually interested, though she probably wasn't doing such a good job.  Luckily, every got a little nervous around a squad of Imps so she was hopefully not so far out of pkace.

"I'm still new to the Talons, but between this mission and the freighters... is this sort of success rate, or lack of it, typical?  I'd just like to know if I'm the one dragging us down."

"You're right" Xil conceded to Devon on the points he had made "look out for an appropriate speeder, we really need to get out here."

Knowing that they couldn't keep up with the other group at present "Five, Four here, destination please?" at least if they knew where the others were headed it might give them other options.

Jamie noticed the driver's glance at his meter, and he nodded.  "We're good for it; the Emperor pays well.  Where you picked me up will be fine.  Don't worry about the Imperials.  You are not under any investigation that I am aware of.  We are not here for you."
Jamie hoped his little deception, along with the team's unusual chatter, would be enough to convince the driver they were Imperial agents.
"Four, Five here.  We're headed back to the spaceport.  Rendezvous there."

The taxi driver frowned at Jamie's comments though wether he didn't believe the story or didn't like transporting Imperial agents, especially after badmouthing the stormtroopers, was anyone's guess.  As they flew, the group could see the a couple of police speeders beginning to cordon off town.

Devon meanwhile, despite instructions, had flown his speeder deeper into the city until he'd come to a delivery company building and drove around the back.  Several cargo airspeeders sat waiting for loading.



OOC:  Jamie & Co, the taxi will have you at the spaceport in about an hour.  On an extra note, those of you in the taxi (except Jamie) might want to consider the fact that a spaceport has a lot of security and a lot of places an ID check will be mandatory.  This is a bad place to go for people whose ID's may be blown!  Jamie of course doesn't know this info and you might not want to tell him in front of an already suspicious taxi driver!
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Sheila has her pad out, she had it out when she got into the taxi. She frowned at Mika then typed a line or two on the padd and handed it to Jamie as she sat next to him cosily.

"Our ID's are questionable.  We lost Merrick and Darvin and the gungan was well seen by their police."

Looking over at Devon Xil says "I really didn't think heading back into the city was what we wanted to do, but I take it you plan to get one of those speeders to get us out of here."


Quickly answering Jamie "Understood Five" as he considers their destination he mutters to himself ID's will be problematic, even using our real ones

He wait for Devon to reveal his plan regarding the cargo airspeeders.

'Thats the basics of it, yeah.' said Devon as he hopped out of their ride and glanced around.  'Now, keep the engine running in case we have to run for it.  Prefer not to though...  that one, I think.'

Grabbing his toolkit, Devon closed in on his chosen victim and set to work.

It seemed to Xil that he had barely had time to seat himself in their current speeders drivers seat before Devon looked up and grinned.
'Done.  Shall we?'

Mika, having nothing to add and not wanting to blow the cover that Jamie is playing at, continues to watch out the window.  She still didn't know her way around all that well and it was always gpod to get a better handle on the local layout.

Finishing typing on his datapad, Rann passed it around  the others.
It said: We get him to drop us off at the departure entrance, go inside and head for the arrivals exit and get a new taxi there.  Confuse our trail.

Xil grinned briefly at Devon "That was quick, good work" looking back over his shoulder he says to Aryan "lets go, no point in lingering here."

He quickly makes his way to their new ride and gets in. Once they are all in the airspeeder he says to Devon "Lets go"

Sheila smiled at Rann.  "Oh you're sweet.  That's a great picture." as she hands to the pad onto Jamie and/or Mika.

Jamie glanced at the datapad and nodded approvingly.  That should work.  That would also allow them better opportunity to rendezvous with the other half of the team.
I don't think he believes me.  I probably wouldn't believe me.  It's pretty far-fetched, given the circumstances.  We'd do well to get away from him as soon as possible.

Devon effortlessly bypassed the security and started the speeder.  Given the crowded area, Jamie and Aryan had no problem slipping into the back without notice.  Now it was time to move.


OOC:  Remember since the taxi is more than 100km away by now, Xil's group and Jamie's group cant talk by commlink.  So hopefully you know where to rendezvous!

Aryan, again squeezing in and staying out of sight looks less than impressed, but continues to remain silent

<Approx 1 hour later>


The taxi with Jamie, Sheila, Mika and Rann aboard move quickly and uneventfully across the sky.  Jamie noticed the taxi driver was a lot quieter on the return trip then he had been on the trip out.  Regardless, the taxi smoothly flew back to the spaceport, the four disembarking near the terminal.  Jamie paid the rather large fare and the taxi flew off.


In the delivery van meanwhile, Devon flew quickly towards the main city.  In the confusion the groups hadn't agreed where they would meet but it had seemed the city was a good place to hide and regroup.  The trip out of Seba Grove had been smooth.  While many police speeders and a troop transport had been spotted, their delivery vehicle hadn't been spotted.  Still, eventually the speeder would be noted to be missing, reported stolen and Devon wanted to dump the ride before then.  He knew it wouldn't take long as they were approaching the city outskirts.



OOC:  I've pushed along and taken a few liberties.  The two groups hadn't discussed where they would meet but I've sent you both in the right direction.

Jamie, Sheila, Rann and Mika are standing outside the spaceport terminal.

Aryan, Xil and Devon are in their stolen speeder van and are just approaching the outskirts of the same city Jamie and co are in.

The two groups have no idea where the other is, however, the two groups have just come into commlink range of each other so you can talk once more.

Mika is quick to make sure that R2 is let out of the cargo area as quick as can be.  She wouldn't like being isolated in such a cramped space and she was sure R2 didn't like it either.

After the taxi flitters off, she turns to Jamie, as we seems ready to make decisions, and smiles.  "I'm Mika by the way, though I've been going along as Winni Faraday in these parts.  I'm a new recruit.  Thanks for getting us out of there.  Any idea what went bust?  Or what we should be doing next?"

Approaching the city, a 'ping' notifies Xil that message has come through on his datapad, he quickly sends a reply.

Looking to Devon he says "Lets get to that spaceport, hopefully we can catch up with the others."

He checks the police comm still in his possession to try and determine if there is any news on a stolen airspeeder.

Another message came in in the same verbose writing as the other message.

NOw that they were out of the taxi, cause there had been no way to discuss it, she handed them round.

'Dearest and most belovéd friends,  It has been so long since sighting the magnificent and wondrous glimse of your shining faces, you whom I shall call Four, and you whom I shall call Ten.  Indeed, it has been so very long that your wondrous and attractive pal, Nine, is desperately wanting to be informed about your whereabouts and doings.  A report, if you will, on your situation.  Things here are fine.  The food is good and the accommodations plush, though the staff are somewhat cantankerous.  Your stalwart and overly verbose friend,  Eleven.']

'Greetings and salutations Eleven, it has indeed been too long since visage of both you and Nine was before our eyes. Our situation is not the best, it could perhaps be described as dire. Difficulties have arisen and descriptions of myself and the one with long ears are in circulation. Currently I am with two others and we are separated from the rest of our friends, although hopefully heading in the same general direction. We are heading to the place where trips to the stars leave. Four'

(OOCapologies for not doing this earlier.)
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R2-A9 most certainly did not like it in the cargo compartment, and would have a few angry and possibly sarcastic things to say to Aryan if his attitude about 'squeezing in' was known (not that the Gungan would understand him).  Luckily the little droid has no idea, and merely beeps and whistles a thanks to Mika.

Devon grunts and acknowledgement and says nothing for a few moments more, thinking.

'Actually, we could do with stopping off before heading to the spaceport.  Since this is a commercial vehicle, chances are good that someones noted its missing already.  So I'm thinking we stop off somewhere, get a new ride and I'll program this to loose itself.'

"You're right, do that" Xil acknowledged "means we will be further away from the rest of the group but that really can't be helped. At any rate, looks like Nine might be around" he said pointing to his datapad.

Jamie paid the taxi driver as the others unloaded from the vehicle. 
As the taxi drove away, Jamie patted the droid on his dome.  "Sorry 'bout that, buddy.  We'll try to get you better accommodations on the next ride."
Jamie bowed to Mika as she introduced herself.  "Jamie, normally.  Call me Five for now.  I'll bail you out anytime.  I don't even know what your plan was; I wasn't involved with this one.  I was on vacation.  I saw a news segment on a blasterfight and figured you could use my help.  Let's move out."
Jamie led the team a few blocks away, looking for somewhere to lay low for a few minutes.  As soon as practical, he would check the net for any new messages.

'Right,  OK.  I'll start looking for a suitable victim.  Here's the plan: Once we got a target and have stopped, first thing I'll do is program this speeder to run for the middle of nowhere and then crash into - say a lake.  Then I'll go secure our new ride whilst you two trash this one - make it look like you've ripped out anything fun and vandalized the rest.  Have fun with it!.  Then we hop out of this, send it on its way and leave in our new speeder; ok?'

Devon peered out the window and then turned their speeder down a narrow side street. 'There, that looks good.'

A9 beeps a thanks to Jamie.  He clearly likes being actually recognised as more than a complex toaster.  Particularly because he can't actually toast bread.

Swinging his dome about he asks a quick question of Mika.

"Yeah, Mika nods.  "It means he'll help out any time."

She gives Jamie a nod, "This is R2-A9, he's lending a manipulator to our efforts."

once Sheila gets the pad back from the others ( message 311), she will ask,  "Any ideas on how to answer that?  But reading the other one, sounds like the others are headed here too."

Xil looks down to where Devon was indicating "Alrighty then, lets get a new ride."

He gets ready to leave their current ride in a very vandalised state.