A long time ago in a galaxy far,
far away....


A vast complex of pipes and buildings dotted the glacier, directing ice floes away from the frozen north. The water traveled hundreds of miles through several filtration units, sensor systems, and droid-operated distribution networks to be sourced all over Telos IV. A web of irrigation systems covered the planet, sending fresh, clean water to distant cities and farmlands alike. Biggy Loe's crew stood before one of the smaller buildings, only reaching up to about 30 meters in height and width, all told, but also extending back 100 or so. Their directions identified this as Czerka Irrigation Checkpoint 003, the last known location of AgriCorp inspector Pato Bata.

Biggy and his associates were approached by TSF Lt. Trayl Caltos to investigate, as his forces were too busy with higher priority peacekeeping tasks. Mercenary forces would have to do.

The checkpoint's purpose was to ensure the water flow was adequate and met minimum safety standards. There was hardly room enough here for anything to go too far awry. The structure was as grey and bland as its surroundings were red with grass and orange with trees. The water had come a long way already. All that was left was to step inside and begin the job.

The Hutt looked over the datapad in its hands and muttered something about how inconsiderate smaller species were, "Everyone wants more space, elbow room at tables, leg room on passenger transports, headroom in small spaces, here is an idea, make your spaces bigger! People feel like Hutts are all miserly crime lords... Because any other way we can't afford to fit!" he was not looking forward to dismounting his sled to squeeze through what he assumed would be 'more traditional sized' doors and halls. He pulled up the information packet about the poodoo they were supposed to be locating, to refresh his own mind as well as the team. He stated off facts of name species and description with vigor and authority, "Let's get to work!"

OOC:Inspire Confidence, team has +1 to skill rolls and attacks for a while.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 19:14, Thu 11 Nov 2021.

Anja nodded curtly at Biggy.  At least the big slug could stay on task.  She began to step into the checkpoint, intent on finishing this miserable assignment and receiving its paltry pay.

How low she had fallen...

OOC:
1.  Hi, everybody!  It is a joy to play with y'all.  Please don't be too disappointed in Anja's short post and lack of action.  It is her nature to not reveal too much.  No doubt the plot will force her to be more revealing.
2.  If anyone wants to stop Anja from just charging into the checkpoint, she will stop and listen for a short time anyway.
3.  I will use bolded black for a text color until everyone has posted so I don't steal anyone else's color.  I don't mind which color is used for Anja.  It's not like she could recognize them. ;-)

Assuming the doors are designed for individuals, Biggy has to dismount, a sophisticated process that was fairly undignified and actually made a little easier by his armor. His undulating movement was slow, about a third of most bipedal species. He considered from time to time getting the scorpion legs he had seen, cybernetic augments that would allow him greater speed and mobility... Good ones would be hard to come by -and of course expensive. They might make being part of a team easier but it was iffy on if they would help get that team work.

He knew he needed two things more control and more money. He squeezed through the entrance and checked for security cameras, just maybe there was some clue other than someone falling asleep in a fan room...