A standard day at the office....

[Oturo Ishukone]

Ord Mantell - Shipping Center

Czerka Landing Facility No.1
10:00 Hours​

''Blam!'' exclaimed Oturo making an gesture with his hands ''Right in the nutter!'' he finished, smirking at the Director. ''Hell to get the jacket cleaned though, had to burn the damn thing.'' he chuckled, slinging his rifle up onto his shoulder. It had been a long day already, and he had only just started his shift - killing the time by regaling Ari-Ani with tales of his slaying of some two bit thug on Tatooine. He often wondered why he had been sent to this particular location, why not someplace with a bit more action?

Regardless, he finished chatting to his associate, and boss, Ari-Ani, and nodded - before returning to his patrol. He was well armed, but in some placed - like Ord Mantell - it paid to be. He was packing the usual Czerka Security Gear, a riot shield slung over his back, the baton at his side, as he sauntered around the back of the landing bay with his CZR-01 rifle in his hands. In another holster, he was carrying a sonic pistol, with a couple of flash bangs (for suppression purposes) in his utility belt.

Oturo, serving as 'Platoon Commander' for a group of roughly twenty Czerka Security Operatives (who would all be in the central barracks some 10 minutes away by speeder), was proud of his equipment, and he kept it in good condition, his armor/uniform spic and span as he thudded around. He cast a comment back to Director Ani ''If I end up getting frakking blood on my Unifrom Director, the dry-cleanings on you right?'' he chuckled to himself - laughing at his own sud-standard humor....

@Black Noise @Livgardist @Korvo

 

[Black Noise]

Director Ani was nowhere to be found when Oturo made his bloody comment. It was almost as if she disappeared into thin air. In actuality, she had run off towards the main hanger door control room. In her ear, she heard some buzzing that a Jedi ship was arriving, so she called upon the Force to be ready to check and try and sense their abilities. She wanted to check the coordinates and the signature to make sure if it was her friend or not, the hot Jedi Master Sihkar. (\cause you know they's bangin'/)

Looking over the controls, she briefly thought about her job here with Czerka. She knew she wanted to leave at some point, but she didn't know how to properly phrase her resignation. Afterall, she couldn't exactly put down 'Hey, I met this Jedi and now we are kriffing, so I quit.' But she wanted to leave to start a better life, a life of less killing and less bloodshed. Perhaps she could change her horrible, homicidal, vile ways.

Or perhaps not, she still carried her double bladed lightsaber on her at all times, just in case cause you never know when the fights are gonna break out. When you're the director of security for a company that often brags about their extensive murder and slavery rap sheet, you tend to get in a lot of fights don't ya know. But Ari had little time to consider her inner monologue, as the shuttle carrying their visitors had arrived. Ari did not question the visitors, as she really did not know any Jedi vessel signature codes.

 

[Tolt'orr]

As the ship entered Ord Mantell's atmosphere Tolt'orr looked to the other three robe-clad terrorists through his green contacts. "Remember, stick to the plan. Don't say anything un-Jedi like, keep the charges concealed, and make sure you plant the charges at the detonation points. If anyone questions you, you're on Jedi business from Master Bau Zo to make sure there is nothing illegal being transported." He reminded as he guided the Jedi vessel toward the planet Ord Mantell. The ship, a stolen Jedi training vessel similar to that of the Crucible. The ship descend into the planets atmosphere, Tolt'orr prepping for the inevitable questioning. He only hoped that the signature wasn't reported as stolen yet.

"Jedi Knight Auro Vente requesting permission to dock at Czerka outpost. I am accompanied by three other Jedi, as requested by Master Bau Zo." He spoke into the comms channel, awaiting a response.

 

[TheBlackace]

Tucking his blast charges into his pouch Clyde stands up with the rest of the crew, slipping a plain brown robe over the top of his light combat vest. He wasn't expecting to need the extra protection, but his forethought had saved him before, and thus he came prepared.

"Remember, stick to the plan," the chief reminded the group as he raised his hood.

"This isn't my first time, I know how to follow a plan," the thief lamented in the midst of adjusting his mask. He had chosen a plain white face for this job, something a Jedi would wear, nothing too fancy, something that was a rarity in his collection of face coverings. Following Auro, Clyde shuffles down the ramp, his hands tucked in his sleeves as he descends. Czerka, a shady company to say the least. Clyde had heard rumours about the corporation while searching for less than legal jobs, and he didn't like what he heard. This wouldn't be a job he would regret, the bastards deserved everything that he could throw at them.

 

[Shoggoth]

Iris wore the Jedi robes she had been distributed, which was just a tab bigger than her size. She had rolled back the sleeves on it to make up for it though it still covered some of her fingers. Annoyed how they had compromised her disguise she had been scowling at Tolt'orr and ignored him while he had tried to talk to the group on the way there. Which was why she had not gotten the memo. She flinched as he instructed to "stick to the plan", having no idea what he talked about she decided to continue to be indifferent of his role as commander. Improvising was her strong suit so it couldn't go too bad. If she could have gotten it her way, she wouldn't have been with a crew. She would be working solo. Like she always did. Quickly in and out. On the other hand they were well prepared. Iris had fabricated a valid signature for the vessel in which they were carried in and her disguise was otherwise on point.
She shrugged it off.
Her face was covered by a polished steel mask with a respiratory intake in front. Tubes followed from her mouth into her robes where she had stored an oxygen filter. It served to hide her face as well as covering her eyes behind a fiberglass knit fabric. The sound of her pulling breath was amplified, creating a wheezing in the tubes.
Beneath her robes she wore her casual wear. A navy blue bomber jacket and black leather trousers. Gas canisters holding different contents were strapped on her thigh next to a large crooked combat knife. On her chest she had fastened a needle set and a syringe as well as her substitute light saber and a pair of gas grenades. The grenades she had filled up post-flight with a respiratory and eye crippling gas meant to create a smokescreen as well as suppress. She could always refill them later though she counted on them being enough.

Stepping off the ramp and into a large hangar they were greeted by two peculiar figures, one tall and noticeable force sensitive the other a somewhat generic looking thug of a security guard. Iris had concealed her presence in the force completely as she always did. Tolt'orr introduced them and Iris stood motionless by, hiding in the presence of the other sensitive, while taking note of the utilities in the hangar.

 

[Green Ranger]

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