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  1. The Wook

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    "Please proceed to docking bay C-5, and have a pleasant visit," came the voice over the comm. The Wook flashed a thumbs up to Tage as their shuttle was directed in towards the shipyard's docking bay. He had to admit, the shipyard was quite impressive. The Republic sure knew how to make stuff on an awesome scale. OZ-442, fitted with a shipyard droid's exoskeleton and a fake restraining bolt, had been delivered to the shipyard after the junkyard debacle. The Wook felt kinda bad for the droid, who was no doubt on some meaningless errand as they spoke.

    He fitted a commlink into his ear and spoke into it to test the connection to all team members. "Aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg huurh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh?" he asked. There was, in fact, a scheduled public tour they'd signed up for and would go on. They'd decided on taking a public transport instead of Spectre's ship since it arose no suspicion that way. Spectre was a respectable distance away from the shipyard in a standard parking orbit occupied by other ships in the system. If all went well he wouldn't even need to get on the comms.

    The Wook did not bring any explosives with him because, well, he actually wanted to go on the tour instead of being cavity searched for an hour. He did, however, have a concealed blaster pistol on his person (entirely legal to carry), a concealed vibrodagger, as well as his trusty fidget spinner which had turned out to be ridiculously deadly against Sith of all people. He wasn't certain of what sort of security checkpoint they would encounter, but he was willing to comply with a request to surrender the pistol if it was spotted and requested of him.

    A short handful of minutes later the shuttle had docked and unloaded the passengers. As expected there was a checkpoint, but fortunately it was staffed by a short, permanently frazzled and unenthused woman. It looked like she had gone through life without much excitement and a whole lot of cake. "Arms," she grunted and flapped her arms out briefly in demonstration like a penguin as The Wook approached her. The Wook complied and had to stifle a chuckle as her blue, latex-gloved hands didn't even reach all the way up. She patted him down with all the effort of a 5-credit hooker who had other customers waiting, and waved him along. Well, that was certainly easy.

    "Next! Arms." she called out in a monotone.

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  2. Tage Mak

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    Tage was less than pleased at having to go into this wearing nothing more than simple armorweave. He wore civilian clothes on top, posing as an off duty RJF officer. Tage had a concealed pistol, a thermal detonator he paid a nice price for, a smoke grenade and a vibrodagger concealed. He didn’t have his favorite explosive weapon or his illegal rifles and pistols on him, and that always put him in an uncomfortable spot.

    He simply nodded at Wook as he gave him a thumbs up, a slight glare accompanying it that said , ‘This mission better not be a shitshow like the last one’. Thankfully the woman doing the patdown was completely detached from the situation, her eyes glazed over. Tage stepped forth after Wook and she did a quick pat down. Outside of her uncomfortably taking extra time on his biceps, she let him pass uneventfully.

    The bounty hunter looked around, spotting the guards in the immediate area. He walked with the rest of the group and he counted five guards in total. Tage decided to wear a wig and fake glasses to further disguise himself. Wook even talked him out of doing his usual spice routine before doing a job so he could be more convincing.

    There was a man in a suit waiting up ahead of them, and he had a little flag with him, “Tour guests over here please!” Tage shuffled over towards the group, the man giving a shpiel about the tour they were going to go on. Everyone was handed a brochure to follow along and the tour began at once.
     
  3. Spectre

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    Spectre was the pilot's seat of a public transport craft, in a standard parking orbit not too far from the shipyards. His ship would be nondescript and he isn't doing anything out of the ordinary with it. Nothing that would attract attention or anything, or doing anything that would be suspicious either. The Wook, OZ-442, and Tage are out doing their thing, and only now it is only a matter of playing the waiting game.

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  4. OZ-442

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    OZ felt pretty ridiculous, but he trudged through by constantly reminding himself that no one would recognize him in this body anyway. He felt rusty and slow, which he technically was. The mercenaries had done their best to clean the shell of rust (even the Wook had lended his strength) to no avail; some parts were still a brownish-orange, although no one had mentioned it thus far. He was playing the role of a worker pretty well.

    Today, he'd been lifting things since the early morning, mostly ship parts. He was on an errand toward the terminal room (which he would do his best to look inconspicuous in) when he saw Tage and the Wook, who would doubtlessly notice him as well. Whether they'd recognize him or not was anyone's guess, but he nodded subtly at them nevertheless. OZ would break off down a hallway soon after, the slicing device stashed in his pocket, along with a blaster in a secret compartment embedded into his back area, just in case.
     
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  5. The Wook

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    "The Anaxes shipyards produce ships of all types for companies all over the galaxy!" said the tour guide in a high-pitched, way too cheery voice. She had a permanent smile plastered over her plastic-enhanced face. "We used to produce some of the largest warships ever seen back in the War, but demand for military vessels beyond customs vessels have greatly diminished. Now our skilled workers produce the freighters that bring you your favorite beverages from all over!" she squeaked with that never-ending smile as she led the group down a long hall that overlooked much of the station. Holographs of the shipyard's history lined the hall, starting with two smiling, proud brothers that originally founded the yards.

    Some of them were legit interesting, such as a partially constructed corvette, and a simply massive cargo freighter. The Wook looked at them with a mildly interested expression as he read the illuminated text that briefly described each projection. The tour progressed to a large room where floor-to-ceiling transparisteel windows overlooked a ship assembly bay. "Here you can see a Nerf-Herder freighter under construction. You can note the modular assembly structure that gives Anaxes Shipyards its signature speed without the sacrifice of quality!" she brightly pointed out. The tour guide looked at Tage. "Do you have any questions?"

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  6. Tage Mak

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    Tage wasn’t a big ships guy. His jam was weapons, armor and spice. He could see Wook was eating this all up, and he had to roll his eyes. He followed the stupid tour around, looking around and catching Oz in the distance and watching where he went. It was clear that everyone was getting into position, and it was about time to kick things into motion.

    He kept walking when the tour guide paused to ask if anyone had a question. Tage glanced over at the guide stupidly for a moment, realizing he was being looked at, “Uh yeah, where the restrooms at? I gotta take a shit,” He muttered. The woman looked mortified and Tage heard a few snickers from the other tourists. She huffed and pointed towards the restrooms and he shrugged and stepped away.

    Tage was gone for a few moments, but after a while he caught back up to the others. He slipped into the crowd innocently enough, falling into step with them. Within moments, screams echoed from behind them and thick smoke furled into the halls. The tourists began to panic and there was a great commotion.

    “Everyone remain calm! Everyone!” The cheery voice was trying to be polite as the group began to break up, “EVERYONE SHUT THE KRIFF UP AND LISTEN!” The woman screeched, much more terrifying than anyone could have expected. The entire group stood at attention, “Good, now follow me. We will exit the shipyards in a timely and orderly fashion,” She went back to her cheery voice and led the group, confidently marching through all the panic and smoke.

    Tage pretended to follow for a bit at the end of the line before casually falling back.

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  7. OZ-442

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    OZ reached the entrance to the control room easily enough. The hallway was rather long, and after passing a set of double doors he came to the final door, the last obstacle separating him from the objective. A guard stood outside, stun blaster held loosely in his hands, his half-closed eyes indicating that he had one foot in dream land and another where he was supposed to be. His tussled hair stood out from underneath the cheap duraplast helmet he wore, which looked as though it would fall off at any possible moment.

    At first, OZ tried to sneak past. He stepped forward hesitantly, as if testing the waters before a bath. The guard snapped awake as soon as the droid drew near, and gripped his blaster with newfound wakefulness.

    "Halt! State your business," he declared, in a voice a bit more authoritative than a shipyard guard had the right to. The helmeted man looked at OZ, who appeared innocent enough.

    "Uhh, I have to go in there and clean some stuff," he replied, slightly caught off guard. "Gonna be in and out. 15 minutes max."

    The man nodded while looking off into the distance, as if appreciating a fine wine. "Very well. But one minute longer and I will come in there myself, guns ablaze."

    The droid looked at him. He would have been squinting if his shell allowed it. "Whatever you say, man," he replied, already walking toward the door. Screams echoed down the hallway from behind him, and the guard's vision snapped to a point in the distance, over the droid's shoulder. "Might wanna get that." The man opened his mouth to say something, decided against it, and ran off down the hall, his blaster held a bit too firmly.

    OZ closed the door and looked around at the terminal, admiring the wires snaking along the floor, leading to several monitors and the like. Some showed the camera feeds from the various security cameras scattered around the building, while others simply showed loads and loads of code, bold, white text on a blue background. It flickered and scrolled, but the droid wasn't paying attention.

    He reached into the cavity, his hand brushing past the blaster until he found the device he'd been told to plant. He heard commotion outside, and the alarms kicked in, but he doubted anyone would be interrupting him just yet. OZ found the proper slot and slid the device in, then sat back and watched as Specter would doubtlessly kick in and work his magic. The droid had taken out his blaster just in case, and it lay on the keyboard in front of him, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
     
  8. Spectre

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    Alright, it's showtime. Spectre while his public transport (of which is still doing nothing suspicious or anything that sticks out). It looks like this is about the time that OZ should have place the chip into the target terminal, Spectre would be looking at his portable computer, which is placed at the cockpit of the vessel and would be standing-by until the slicer device is in. Loa and behold, the trains run on time, just as the Hutt Council member prefers. Now that the device is inserted, his advanced portable computer would come to life. From there, Spectre has remote access to the computer OZ is at, and now would be accessing, decrypting it, and accessing it. Being one of the best slicers in the galaxy, this is won't be too much of a challenge for the Corellian-born slicer. In time, Spectre would have what they are looking for. And he would let the Cartel shore team know via comlink if they have one. "Got it". The Kadijii can't say he is completely aware of what's going on down there, but thanks to the Tage and OZ recovering a police speeder from a shoot out from RJF forces in a junkyard in Anaxes, they now have one of their speeders. In fact, Aldric Alan, one of Spectre's codebreakers, would be in the cargo hold monitoring their encrypted communications. If they respond, Spectre will know and would let the people on the ground know.

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