Kyvarr considered.  "I recall Sheila saying she spent most of her trip that had been downloaded from a navigation satellite.  Would it be possible to access some sort of information like that here?  Surely if a fleet of Star Destroyers came through they must have been caught on sensors?"

Fiarr nodded.  "Could be done I suppose.  We'd need to break or bribe our way into a relay station or something.  Data from weeks ago wouldn't still be on the satellite.  I volunteer for a little breaking and entering if needed.  I'm sure I could get us in.  Just need to steal or copy uniforms and access cards.  Getting the data is the trick.  Might need Mika or Sheila's help to download the information though."

"Of course being Corellia we could just bribe someone for the data.  Or have Heigren sleep his way in!"
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"Well I'm going to make that your assignment Fiarr.  Work out the best way to get that data without drawing attention.  Recruit whomever you think can help.  I doubt you'll need me unless you need doors busted down or heads smacked together."

"What about the rest of you?  Any other avenues to pursue?"

Fiarr looked to Mika.  "What do you think?  If I can arrange entry feel like coming along to steal some data?  Or do you think you'll pursue the swoop gangers in which case I could always take Sheila or Devon."

Kyvarr looked to Mika.  "Mika, do whatever you think is the best use of your skills.  Talk to swoop gangers, help Fiarr with her larceny, both, neither."

She turned to Sheila and Dohr.  "That just leaves you two.  Any thoughts?"

Apologies for my absence - been VERY ill.  Still recovering.  Thanks to Kyvarr for picking up the slack whilst I was gone.


Devon finally came wandering down the Ghtrocs ramp - the shipjacker was ushaven and looked like he hadnt slept properly in some time.  Kyvarr knew that the acting-commander had spent most the journey trawling through the files they had recovered from the Nest - those that been decrypted anyhow - searching for some clue that would give them a lead.

"Couple of minor alterations." he said quietly as he got to the bottom of the ramp.
"I dont think the gangers are gonna know squat 'bout the kinda thing we're after: we're tracking a frakin' Imp-Star here, not a glitter-stim shipment - so Mika I got a couple of things I want you workin' on.  We didnt have time to run maintenance back on Telos, but we do now - so you  an' me are gonna make sure these crates are ready for action if we have to leave in a hurry.  Then we'll be assistin' whoever needs the help most."

Turning to their two medics, Devon stifled a yawn.
"Dohr, you're nice an' polite.  You can cozy up to the political an' official types us soldiers an' street toughs cant go near without gettin' arrested.  See what you can chase down on that front.  Someone must know somethin'.  I'll look over your medical bay list when I get chance, but we aint on an unlimited budget here.  Sheila, can you assist Dohr?  Maybe he needs someone to run background searches from him, maybe he just wants someone to unpack boxes of medgear.  Whatever, thats you."

Devon activated his commlink and switched over to Heigrens personal channel.
"Four - this is Lead.  You know why we're here an' what needs to be done.  Do what you gotta do, OK?"

Getting back off his commlink, Devon looked round the hanger and then glanced down at his datapad again.
"OK, an' remember - everyone - like I said, our funds aint gonna last forever.  Anyone spots a way for us to make some creds... I wanna hear about it."

Watching as the Talons started to disperse, Devon muttered "Anyone ever asked me for reasons I would come back to Corellia.... 'leading a merc group an' chasing a Star Destroyer' wouldnt have been on the list..."

Fiarr listened as Devon updated Kyvarr's instructions.  "Understood.  I'll get started.  Sheila, could you look up the location or locations in this system where navigational data is stored?  While you do that I'm going to acquire some transportation and check a few things.  Call me when you have something."

She heads off into the spaceport.

Sheila gets into the internetz, and starts hunting up the requested information.  Where the imperial navigation was, where they might store the recent info, and where they sent the not quite so recent info.  Also where the planetary governments did the same.

"assure thing, boss.  Fiarr, when we get done with the ships, I'll link in and we'll work something up."

In fact, you couldn't expect a bunch of hangers to know much of anything about Imperial forces, like Devon said, but they might know a few leads on how to make a few creds, but it probably wouldn't lead to big scores and almost certainly nothing all that legal.

"Where you want we should start, Devon?"

Over the course of the next few hours, people kept busy.  While Kyvarr acted as security for the hangar, Mika, Devon and Catch efficiently assessed all the ships, finding only minor routine maintenance needing to be done.  They didn't bother with the two fighters as Mika had spent plenty of time on those during her long time in hyperspace.

Sheila worked on her computer in frustration.  Whilst she could build a computer from scratch with little more than a battery and wire, for some reason she was struggling to make much headway on Fiarr's request.  Whilst she found the locations of several relay stations she had not been able to narrow down which station would likely store the data they needed, especially since she didn't know where in the Corellian system the fleet had been.  She narrowed it down to three probables.

She had better luck with Dohr's request.  Notable military and political figures were much easier to find information on.  Quickly she narrowed the search down to a senior government official who was in charge of public affairs.  Such an operation would have needed serious cover-up not to be advertised widely.  The other was a General in the Corellian Space Force who oversaw communications and defence.  Either would be in a position to know the information Dohr needed and neither seemed outwardly xenophobic.  It was impossible to know if they held anti-alien bias but neither was on public record for such.  Sheila had managed to secure information on their routines, including places they liked to eat or have a drink, making an approach by Dohr easier.  She also suspected she could slice him an 'official' appointment if need be.

Heigren had spent his hours moving through the spaceport bars.  His idea that talking to ship crews was the place to start was paying off.  He'd already learned quite a bit about the ships.  There had been many Star Destroyers involved and landing parties.  He also knew that it had involved one of the southernmost continents, an area mostly abandoned due to the cold winters.  He hadn't been able to narrow it down any further as no merchant crew dare get close enough.

Fiarr had spent her time also gathering what information she could.  She hadn't had much success either in gathering information on the relay node.  However the information she gathered combined with Heigren's information and Sheila's data narrowed it down to a probable target, a large relay station and repository approximately 500km south of Coronet City.

Dohr had spent his time looking at major medical supply companies and had easily found all the equipment he needed/wanted and more.  He could stock a small hospital quite easily.  It was now a question of how extravagant he wanted to go and how much he could convince Devon to pay.

The Talons all regrouped in the hangar to plan their next move.

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OOC:  Well you have a few leads:

* There was a space battle and troop landing on a southern continent of Corellia
* You suspect you know which station is most likely to hold satellite data
* You have 2 prominent people (a senior politician and a general) who likely know much
* You can (legally) buy medical equipment

Up to you which lead/s you follow or ignore.
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When the group was gathered (? on one of the ships) she spoke to Devon.  "I've rented an airspeeder and could be onsite of the relay station in two hours.  Just need to know if you have any paremeters, timeframes and what personnel I get.  We can do this noisy or quiet.  Personally if we have time, give me a day, either Mika, Sheila or yourself and I can probably slip one person in and out to download that data without issue.  If we have less time, I'll have to cut some corners.  Riskier but more expedient."

"If time is a factor I might be able to fast talk us in.  Unannounced inspection or maintenance.   I'm sure I could come up with something."

"If I'm not needed there I'm sure I could help Dohr get close to the people he wants.  Or I could ask around more.  Maybe I can narrow down our search area more."

Kyvarr looked towards Devon expectantly.  She'd taken charge in running their briefing before but that had been when Devon was still poring over info in his cabin.  Now he was here she stood quietly, waiting for his instructions.

Mika, marked with a bit more engine grease and soot than usual, sits with the others on a burnt out power convert, a fizz pop in her hand.  She, Devon and Catch had put in some good work on the ships and Mika couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to pass a couple of hours, save maybe taking the swoop out for a few paces.  After her spill on Det Akari, she'd need some practice.

At Fiarr's comments, Mika chimes in.  "If you do it quiet, I'll be happy to go along.  I'm not the slicer that Sheila or Cor are, but I know my way around a data store and if I can toot my own horn a bit, I'm a bit better on the mechanical side of things."

She looks over at Devon.  "Without any real leads, I say we give Fiarr that day to get things set right.  Better to take a little extra time then to go borrowing more trouble than we need to."

Fiarr nodded.  "Well I'm going to get started.  I'll call when I know more."

The Bothan moved off.

"This is your op, Fiarr." Devon told the Bothan. "I dont tell you who you get - _{wouldnt know where to start, I'm a damn thief, not a spy} - you tell me who you WANT.  Plan the op, tell me who and what you need."
He grinned.  "Then I'll tell you how much of it we cant afford."
Turning to Dohr, Devon continued.
"Same goes to you, Doc.  You plan your little meet an' greet then tell me how its gonna work.  Not saying we have the resources to do everything we want to do, but we gotta start somewhere."

Turning to the group as a whole, Devon said
"We got two ops on the table right now, Dohr and Fiarr are planning them.  So the rest of us fit in where we can and make ourselves useful - remember... we're only interested in those Star Destroyers if it turns out that prisoners were shipped out on them.  We want the people, not the ship.

Also bear in mind that our funds are not unlimited - right now I am paying for all this out of my own pocket, and that money aint gonna last forever.  Either people make with the donations to the group fund or we find some paying work fast."




OOC:  Still waiting to actually see Dohrs shopping list for medical gear?  Cant tell him 'no' until I've seen what I am saying 'no' to can I?  :)

"I can try to see if I can find out more about those destroyers before we go after them, adding in the new info."  not sure if it will actually work, but using what the barhoppers found out, cn sheila find more on those destroyers, ie if there were prisoners?  or has that been played out?

Mika shrugs.  "i got some creds if we need them.  Best haul we got was going after that convoy.  We don't want to hit the Imps direct, but if we can find out who's helping the Imps around here, we know who we should hit."

"From what I heard, the entire sector is technically under Imperial control  But for some reason they let the Corellians self-govern.  Guess the Empire thinks it's better to be paid a lot of credits and look the other way then try to maintain order.  I hear Corellians are a stubbornly independent bunch."

OOC:

* Fiarr I'll keep handling your 'adventures' in a PM

* Sheila, you've known the name of the lead destroyer (i.e Devastator - Vader's flagship) and that it led an attack in Corellia for 2 weeks.  All Heigren has done is reduce the search from a whole system to one continent.  If you can think of a way to put that to use, let me know.

* Dohr you believe you can set up a reasonable surgical station on the Wayfarer for 15000 credits

* So far only Fiarr is doing anything.  If nobody else plans to do anything I'll fast forward a day or so.  Let me know.
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Heigren shrugged.  "I could go and hang out at some of the soldier's drinking holes if you like.  Not going to get any more from the civvies.  Not sure how well I'll do as I'm no soldier and I'm definitely no Imp.  Happy to go if that's where you need me."

Kyvarr was surprised that Heigren was offering to go to the military bars.  She'd thought the Zeltron would be looking for an excuse to have fun.

"Tell you what Heigren.  If that ends up being the plan I'll go with you.  You'll do the talking and I'll make sure nobody makes you regret what you say.  If I get to deck a few Imps or Imp supporters in the process, all the better."

"Still, I imagine Dohr or Devon can find another use for you before you see how soldiers like to relax."

The information Sheila managed to dig out from the Corellian holonet was good. The government official in charge of public affairs would most certainly be in the know of anything the size of an Imperial star destroyer happening in the sector. But he might be difficult for Dohr to approach. The Doc knew he could easily talk with the official for hours, but he was no con artist. It would be seriously difficult for him to get anything out of the man. Unless Sheila would be able to dig out something he could use as a leverage… something the man would not wish to see get out in the open.

For some unknown reason Emperor Palpatine had decided to leave the ruling of the Corellian worlds to the locals. CorSec, or the Corellian Security Force was in charge of maintaining the law and order. But from what Dohr had learned during his previous visits to Corellia, the locals weren’t much better than the imperials would have been or were on other worlds. CorSe hunted the rebellious parts of the population with the same zeal Vader had tracked down the Jedi.

Fortunately the General Sheila had found was working for CorSec, but CSF instead. The Corellian Space Force was a part of the Defence Force, much like the DAF was… or had been… part of the Dorin Defence Group before the imperial incasion; a proper military organisation. Dohr himself had served in a ground unit, not the space forces, but he knew he could relate to a fellow officer nevertheless. It seemed like the General might be his best chance to get the data they needed. Then again, a soldier was trained to be suspicious. Dohr would have to give it his best… and more.

”Thank you for the intel Sheila. Both targets sound promising. But do you think it would be possible to dig in deep into both men and find something I might be able use to approach them? If not, that is just fine. I think it would still be worth the while to try and get close to one or both. The only thing I am worried about is time. There might not be enough of it…”

The Kel For turned to Devon and stood quiet for half a minute or so. ”Unless Sheila can find something sensitive about the targets, then I will simply approach them at a restaurant or bar, a place where they are most relaxed and confident in. It is where they would least expect a social engineering attempt, but at the same time most vulnerable for one.”

”Oh and the MedBay on the Nebula Drifter… Having had a good look at what Corellia can offer, and that is pretty much everything I could thinkg of, I have calculated the costs for a proper surgical station to be around 15000 credits. I can cover the costs, if need be.”

Lastly, Dohr nodded to Heigren. ”Yes, you have heard right. The Empire does indeed control the Corellian sector, but not directly. They have left it in the hands of the locals. To my knowledge neither party has revealed any reasons behind the decision. Perhaps Palpatine thinks he can get the best out of the Corellian shipyards and pilot academies that way. Who knows.”

The Kel Dorian turned to face the Sergeant. ”Actually, Kyvarr, I was planning to go such a place myself.” If she couldn’t see him smiling, she certainly could hear it in his voice. ”Then again, I have a fairly strong feeling that the General in question might not be hanging out in a place where jarheads like to unwind. Or would you have more details, Sheila?”

(OOC Misunderstood what I know, can I do that?  if not).

"I can try with the two.  And I agree that the general is probably not hanging out with the Jarheads.  I ought to be able to find that out, at least.  But that doesn't bode well for those that like barfights." She smiles at Kyvarr.

"Yeah, we're awkward like that."  Devon answered without even looking up from his datapad.

"Dohr - get your medbay stuff ordered, but your priority is still the mission.  The longer we take to track our people down, the worse for them.  Any of use can take delivery of a pile of damn boxes an' get 'em loaded - dont need you for that, need you to go talk to the brass."

Devon looked up from his datapad and glanced round.
"Catch?  Catch?  wheres that droid got to?" The R2 rolled into the room warbling a cheery greeting.  "Shopping list for you, buddy.  Can I leave you with that?  Thanks."  Tapping a button, Devon sent a file across to the R2 unit, which whistled its understanding and trundled back out the room.
"Well, thats one of the little things taken care of at least." he mumbled as the droid disappeared from sight.

Shoving the datapad into a pocket, Devon looked round at the assembled Talons and made a shooing motion with his hands.
"Ok people, keep busy.  Assist Fiarr and Dohr if they need it, and make yourselves useful if they dont.  "