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Location: Quesh
Dice: HERE
Participants: @Critas @Sreeya
Prompt: Quesh produces valuable adrenals for the Imperial military using a special toxin that is found only on that world. But the Imperials will no longer be needing these. Go to Quesh and steal shipments of these rare adrenals for the Mandalorian cause! We will use the Empire's own weapons against them; but beware, these facilities are still heavily guarded by Hutt families still loyal to Coruscant!
Diocletian had just landed on Quesh a few hours beforehand and he already didn’t like the place. It as way too brown for his tastes, it was literally everywhere you looked. Even the adrenal production facility that was their target had brown walls and to Dio’s eye, even a brown tint to the windows of the place. Maybe it was the light or maybe just dirt, but this place really put Dio’s teeth on edge.
Dio was the advance scout for this operation. It had taken a quick data search to bring up the most profitable adrenals supplier on planet and a few more taps revealed its address and location. Dio knew the place would he heavily guarded and he was not disappointed. This was of no consequence to Dio as he had an ace up his sleeve. Much like a special operations unit lasing a target for an airstrike, Dio had his own airstrike ready to be called in.
According to the two customs officials at the spaceport that he had bribed, the ACME Adrenals Company did a regular delivery to the spaceport every other week. Their shipment was due today to the port and Dio could see them loading the trucks from his concealed position. Like something out of an old west movie picture, Dio sat astride his Ranger on a cliff overlooking the route of the convoy. The convoy would travel through the canyon below towards the spaceport several miles away. Dio was already formulating a plan in his mind as he watched the gates to the facility open and several cargo haulers departed.
Opening comms to his airstrike he called it in, “Attack Badger to Badger One, the chicken has left the coop. In strike zone in approximately three minutes. Cry havoc and let loose the basilisks of war…”
Dio was the advance scout for this operation. It had taken a quick data search to bring up the most profitable adrenals supplier on planet and a few more taps revealed its address and location. Dio knew the place would he heavily guarded and he was not disappointed. This was of no consequence to Dio as he had an ace up his sleeve. Much like a special operations unit lasing a target for an airstrike, Dio had his own airstrike ready to be called in.
According to the two customs officials at the spaceport that he had bribed, the ACME Adrenals Company did a regular delivery to the spaceport every other week. Their shipment was due today to the port and Dio could see them loading the trucks from his concealed position. Like something out of an old west movie picture, Dio sat astride his Ranger on a cliff overlooking the route of the convoy. The convoy would travel through the canyon below towards the spaceport several miles away. Dio was already formulating a plan in his mind as he watched the gates to the facility open and several cargo haulers departed.
Opening comms to his airstrike he called it in, “Attack Badger to Badger One, the chicken has left the coop. In strike zone in approximately three minutes. Cry havoc and let loose the basilisks of war…”
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