Bluurg & Co. Cleaning Services

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Having hitched a ride on the public star transport to the Fondor system and possessing the accurate company documentation and identification for a visit to the ground offices of the ship building company who owned the orbital rings they'd passed on the way in. Wyatt and Raz we're present to clean the halls and work stations in the assembly offices that overlooked the production yards and their work.

Having made it onto the droid operated company shuttle up to the yards Wyatt carried his equipment in a large wheeled vacuum unit and was wearing a well fitting and non-restrictive cleaning outfit consisting of overalls and a company t-shirt, sporting a bayonet in his boot and underneath the untelling pant leg. He was accompanied by his easily least known Solus clansmate and superior Raz, who he hadn't worked with in the past but was honored to be alongside today, they'd departed from the other team and reached the end of their ascent to the docking rings and construction yard. They we're then prompted to exit the shuttle and would be standing in a concourse that lead in each direction to a separate section and wing of the production line once things we're far enough along to need the space that space provided.

Wyatt scanned the surroundings with an inquisitive look as if to decipher which direction they needed to head and was taking stock of his surroundings noticing the other cleaning crews dressed in similar garb to himself and sporting the same company logo t-shirts. Having studied the layout to the offices they needed to go Wyatt lead his partner to the corridor on their right where they would find their destination. Taking the first long look to his partner, more than the glance to assure they were on track or one with casual conversation on the way; this one was as if saying 'Good luck'. Wyatt nodded and stepped off with vacuum unit in tow and the hose over his one shoulder dragging the rolling unit behind him and making sure Raz was on his flank with the occasional taking in of the surroundings.

*Equipment is as in profile. @Sreeya​

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz had obtained some worker clothing that was a couple sizes too big for her. With a helmet on, no one could easily tell she was female. Underneath, she had on her armor, and she simply looked like a bulky man. She wasn’t here to win any modeling contests, and the disguise worked well enough to allow her to walk past the other workers without giving anything away. Raz hadn’t worked one on one with Wyatt before, but he had proven himself capable many times on the battlefield. This operation was a little more delicate than their usual efforts, but she didn’t doubt it’d be a success.

As Wyatt began to move, she did the same, carrying with her some cleaning supplies. She kept her cool, walking along casually and glancing around to take in her surroundings. It was interesting how many disguises she wore to complete her objectives. Last time, she was dressed as an inspections specialist, and this time she was a glorified janitor. Raz’s thoughts carried her all the way to a control room that housed several terminals that listed the specs of the ships parked up front.

The room was empty and Raz made quick work of ‘cleaning’ the room. She reached up and began to scrub away at the security camera inside the room, taking her time. She glanced over and nodded at Wyatt to use the terminal to pinpoint the perfect ship they needed to get into. From here, he could also potentially disable any systems that would start blaring if they were to get into a ship. She only hoped his computer skills were up to par.

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt got to work on the terminal closest to him as he tossed the rap on the monitor and set the squirt bottle in a pant loop. Navigating the desk for some indication of the terminals login information, finding a note pad and flipping quickly he found the latest updated password and login combo. Entering the information he found himself through the boot sequence and looking at the desktop and network access point; executing the ship status tracker program Wyatt found himself in an interface showing the detailed specs of the ships below.

Looking at the several potential targets of various stage ships in constant construction by the swarms of worker droids welding and shaping the durasteel hulls. With an aha moment Wyatt looked at the ship located farthest in the line indicating its stage of completion; this one only needing the connection of underplating defend the hulls underside. Printing the information onto a holodisk and removing the information on ship statuses Wyatt turned with a clearing of his throat and spritzed the screen twice to begin wiping the work station down. An indication he had what they needed and was ready to head to the ship walk, a tendril of a hallway that connected along the ship holding devices to allow physical crew members to come aboard. They would head to the rightmost ship and attempt to board along the tendril, this would put them out of the normally allowed areas of the cleaning crews meaning Wyatt and Raz would need to move carefully.

"Ready when you are." Wyatt said as he completed with his rubdown of the computer terminal, tossing the bottle back in the pant loop and the rag in his back pocket. Moving across the room to open the door with his vacuum in tow and he motioned to Raz as the door slid open; "Out and to the right."

@Sreeya​

 

[Raz Solus]

As soon as Wyatt gave the go-ahead, Raz pulled back from her ‘cleaning’. She didn’t linger there long enough to be registered as anything suspicious. She followed his directions, stepping out towards the ship in question. The operation was risky, and Raz knew they needed a good exit strategy. As she made her way out towards the ship, she scanned around till she spotted a personal ship parked to the side. She made a mental note to break into it later so they could get away. With distaste, she remembered the last time they did something like this.

“You’re handling the droid this time,” She muttered quietly to Wyatt, recalling how he threw a fit about her destroying the last one as she hijacked their getaway ship. Still carrying her cleaning supplies, she was able to easily step onto the exit ramp of the ship and make her way inside. It was a large warship, and unfortunately it still had people coming and going in it. There were mostly droids, but several maintenance men wandering around with datapads.

“Did it have to be this one?” She whispered, not thrilled at the idea of dealing with actual people. Nevertheless, they had a job to do, and she needed to get to the main terminal to control the ship’s systems. Slicing wasn’t her specialty, but she knew she would be able to accomplish their task with Wyatt’s help.

“Where can we access the hyperdrive?”

@Rimrald

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Leading the way Wyatt kept to the right side and avoided making long eye contact with anyone, just a nod or a greeting as they made through the halls to the tendril. Turning to Raz at her comments and saying “I’ll gladly handle the droid.” With smile and a sarcastic tone, remembering back to Raz’s less than gentle handling of their assistant on the last task; moving along as they entered and began deeper in the ship towards the lifts. Turning again with a half glance “Well the others didn’t have complete-“ stopping his sentence as they passed a pair of occupied repairmen working on an electrical panel “-Hyperdrive assembled, so for our stunt to work a second time we need most of the same circumstance.”

Turning the final bend in the drab durasteel hallway to find the lift at the end of it, he approached and called the lift to their level as they’d need to reach one of the internal relay nodes to locate the hyperdrive assembly. That’d be easiest to do once they sliced a node that helped relay information between ship systems, one was a few levels up and in around the same area as a droid repair bay. One of many on a ship this size and if they were lucky a droid may be there that could assist in the slicing of the systems, he was no black hat hacker but he could find his way around a program or two. Hopefully we’ll enough for this task but he wasn’t certain and if worse came to worst they could always find someone who knew where to go.

The lift arrived after a few moments, opening to release a protocol droid and a number of overall clad men and women who’d finished work for the evening and were making for the connector tendril. Passing as they let the workers out, Wyatt offered a nod to one of the men who gave the duo a confused look and piped up. “You guys already coming to clean that mess up on the engineering deck... You usually take at least an hour to get off your lazy karks, glad to see you’re all not useless” and with the comment he continued on to a few chuckles from his group. So far so good, Wyatt thought as he entered the lift and checked his data pad for the downloaded schematics as the doors shut; they’d need to get seven levels higher and locate the node. It was something of a large relay panel built into the wall usually near a work area and he was sure it would bring them close if not to the repair bay where they could look around for a friend of the robotic nature.

@Sreeya​