[Christophsis] How to Badass

[The Kyzer]

Christophsis
0300 Local Time
Aboard the T-4 THOR Gunship Crystal Saber
Crystal City




The world around her hummed with deadly potential. That much was true. She looked over at her fellow passengers and smirked. There was a lot of deadly potential inside the dropship. Mjolla tightened her grip on the overhead hand rails as the dropship banked and dropped in altitude. Their mission was relatively straight-forward, and normally she could handle it herself, but one of her fellow Cartel Champios had suggested an idea. Some of the newer members of the Cartel would benefit from a bit of guided hands-on experience.

Of course, no good deed goes unpunished. Proof of that was Vica's presence aboard the gunship.

"Alright, guys, this will be an interesting job. The target is Zandro-Tech Industries. They've grown wise to our actions here and have uncovered a bit of evidence against us. Exceedingly circumstantial evidence, but still evidence. As such, we're going to infiltrate the compound, take the evidence, plant some of our own, and get out while causing a bit of trouble on the way."

She let them process that for a moment before continuing.

"Now, my associate here and I both feel that the Cartel's lacking in a proper training program, so you all are a part of a pilot training program in which more-experienced Cartel members are paired with newer members to show them the proverbial ropes. Any questions?"

A few seconds later, the Saber dropped violently only to hover a few meters off of the ground. Mjolla's stomach did a flip as the gravitational forces went into the negatives for a moment before reorienting with crushing force. Her passionless grey eyes watched for any signs of weakness in what she supposed were her and Vica's students.

Mjolla looked over at Vica and laughed.

"I told you the repulsors would hold out! Where's my ten credits?"

 

[Bee]

Like a cat clinging to the last dry bit of furniture in a house that was quickly taking on water, Vica leaned across the gunship's console with her arms open wide. Fingers flexing against the smooth steel, hooking onto buttons and levers, she cursed beneath her breath as the vehicle made it's barely-controlled descent, pitching sharply to one side before evening out and coming to a hovering stop above whatever Force-forsaken excuse for a landing pad that Mjolla had indicated they touch down on. She considered herself to be a good pilot - not gifted, but experienced - but there was something wrong with the Crystal Saber, and Vica couldn't help but wonder if it was all held together with bubble gum, shoe laces, and a prayer.

Still, the repulsors managed to hold out somehow, despite all evidence to the contrary, and as she straightened some she shook her head at the woman's question, rolling her eyes. The broad grin on her face seemed to indicate that she wasn't quite as annoyed as she appeared to be, because she really wasn't. "Tch." Clicking her tongue, she waved a hand dismissively. "Like they'll last half as long as we need."

For just a moment, she regarded both Mjolla and the assembled newcomers with barely-disguised suspicion, as if wondering how she'd gotten herself into such a ridiculous situation. Her suggestion had been made in jest - not unlike a fair number of stupid ideas - and yet, here they were. Wearing nothing but a simple pair of black slacks, military-issue boots, and a white t-shirt beneath an armorweave jacket, Vica couldn't help but feel overdressed for the occasion. The twin pistols on her hip and the vibrosword strapped to her back felt a bit like gilding the lily - she definitely didn't need a weapon to blow things up, though no one assembled was privy to that sort of information - but walking into a dangerous situation completely unarmed seemed a bit too over-confident, even if she'd opted to leave her lightsabers elsewhere. Rubbing her wrist, fingers working over a featureless black bracelet that housed a strong but thin garrote wire, she forced a wide smile. "Last chance for a bathroom break. Any takers?"

 

[Scholar]

The ship had looked decent enough when he had first laid eyes upon it. It isn't any Bessy, that's for sure. The gunship was around the same width as his own vessel, a bit longer in length. Matrim shook away the thought of Bessy's dimensions. Why am I thinking about that when I have two of the most powerful and, I dare to believe, most beautiful women in the cartel sitting across from me?

Holding onto the overhead bars for support against the rapid and constant shaking of the Saber, Mat's loose clothing bounced and flapped this way and that as he grinned in response to Mjolla's inquiry as to any questions the group might have. Raising his free hand, he almost lost his balance, the grin disappearing for a moment, but only a moment. Mat didn't wait for her permission to speak; he didn't think he needed it. "Oi, here." He cleared his throat audibly before continuing in a slightly slurred voice. "How are we to determine who goes with who, here, eh? Oh, and, is there a specific plan to find our merry way into the complex? Camp? Whatever?"

Matrim turned his gaze to the other woman, the champios of the clan he pledged service to, and chuckled lightly at her question, leaning forward for her to properly hear him over the repulsors and the turbulence. "I empty myself prior to any mission I depart for, miss. Wouldn't want to soil myself if I somehow get a blaster bolt to the gut. Or a blade, for that matter."

 

[Zay]

Christophsis, Mjolla's pet little project. This place was starting to become the bane of my existence. I lounged in the passenger seat of the gunship and kept to myself. I wasn't really sure why I was here but it was above my pay grade to question order. Show up and shoo, kid. That was my motto. All asking questions did was give you answers you'd regret getting. Figured I'd save myself the trouble, ignorance is bliss right? Sitting up in the seat I adjusted my duster. Ebony and Ivory sat in their holsters on my hips. I wasn't sure why there were so many of us on this mission, but I hoped it was going to be fun.

Mjolla explained the job, it seemed pretty open and closed. Get in take the evidence while incriminating someone else. Classic Cartel for ya. Causing trouble on the way out didn't make any sense to me, but I wasn't making the calls. I looked back and forth between Vica and Mjolla, Two champios, an enforcer, and two prospects. This was a fraking raiding party. It was then the leader of this little excursion dropped some knowledge on the class.... This was a training mission.... I was in a training mission........ Shab....

My mind began to trace it's steps on the previous missions I'd completed, had I messed up, or pissed someone off? Brow furrowed and lips pursed slightly my mind slipping into a deep account of all the missions I'd completed for the cartel. I guess, I was lacking in formal training, but I'd never failed.... Was it the great hunt? My train of thought was completely derailed as the crazy woman behind the wheel forced the ship into a free fall that left me with my eyes wide and mouth open. Gravity lost it's hold on me as we plummeted to our deaths... this was it. I was going to die on a training mission. This had to be the most embarrassing way to die, ever. I vowed silently to haunt Mjolla if she survived.

The ship stopped just as violently as it fell and my body crashed into the chair sending me onto the floor. As I pushed up to my knees horror gripped my heart as my vision returned only darkness. Attempting to not freak out, i realized my jacket had flipped up over my head and covered my eyes. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I removed the bantha hide leather from my head. Brushing myself off I returned to my seat. Heart still pounding I looked around the ship. Running a hand through my hair I relaxed, I was alive. Thank the force. I looked to Vica and listed to her words. I simply shook my head. If I didn't lose my water during that death defying plummet I wasn't going to loose it on the mission. With no questions and no need for a restroom I simply waited for instructions. Hell, maybe this class was exactly what I needed. A chance to watch two of the most badass hotties tear shab up. Sure, why not.

 

[Pygmy Sloth]

Frath slept soundlessly as the vessel plummeted to earth. He had held his datapad in his lap and tightened his crash-webbing to prevent the casual observer from noticing his slumber. When the vessel finally came to a halt the lack of movement woke Frath. He jerked his head up, wiped his eyes and attempted to stifle a yawn. If they hadn't decided to bring half the Cartel on this mission they might not have needed to land at three in the morning.

"How are we to determine who goes with who, here, eh? Oh, and, is there a specific plan to find our merry way into the complex? Camp? Whatever?" Frath looked to his left. The man who spoke was strange at best. Frath didn't know anything about the man, but he could just tell by looking at him that there was something off about him. Frath agreed with the question. If Frath had been alone he could have easily sneaked in on his own. Given enough time Frath could have gotten a job at the facility and taken the information from the inside. But this didn't look like a group that was intent on spending a few weeks casing the joint. Scores of ideas were running through Frath's head but he didn't know these people well enough to make a suggestion. He hadn't even given anyone within the cartel his real name. According to them he was Alan Vol, and it would stay that way.

"Last chance for a bathroom break. Any takers?" Frath nearly snorted as one of the women in the party spoke up. If he'd known the woman better he might have made a quip about a woman not being able to hold it.

Frath had taken the time to authenticate his garb. To any observers he would look like a genuine Christophisian. The clothes and jewelry had set him back a pretty penny and he'd need this mission to be a success to make the credits needed to replenish his savings. He'd also left his R5 blaster rifle back on Nar Shaddaa and only brought his very small SH-5 holdout blaster with him, tucked into his right thigh pocket. If they got into a scrape there were more than enough people here to keep Frath safe. And if he needed to he could blend into the background as just another Christophisian civilian. There was another man who sat to his right, he also kept quiet and so Frath didn't feel compelled to say anything. He unbuckled his crash webbing and got up to stretch his legs while the rest of the group talked through the specifics about exactly how they wanted to go about blowing through the compound, blowing up the intel and blowing out the compound. Frath's disguise was probably going to come in handy before dawn.

 

[The Kyzer]

Mjolla smiled a little too sweetly before banging her hand on a storage locker on her right. It swung open and revealed several different weapons, which she began to rifle through. She looked at the LawBreaker and shook her head. Too bulky. That meant that the two FoeHammers and her Mandalorian HCR would do the job today. The twin revolvers were already on her hips, and the HCR was clipped to her tactical harness in a split-second. She also brought her XM1020 pistol and attached it to the extendable weapon-clip on her lower back. A prepared back-pack of her typical assortment of explosive devices and extra ammunition was easily slung over her shoulders.

The tall woman finished checking her weaponry and realized, albeit belatedly, that the harness tended to...accentuate her chest. Oh well. Nothing she could do about it now. It wasn't like her thin tight-fitting tank top was hiding much anyway. At least her thick mechanic's pants and battle boots made her look a little less appealing, or so she thought. Vica, on the other hand, seemed to just revel in her sexuality. Unsurprising. Many had thought Vica to be the most beautiful woman they'd ever laid eyes upon before she'd slaughtered them like mentally-challenged sheep. Mjolla's frigid eyes noted the relatively few weapons Vica was bringing along and smiled. It seemed that the other Champios favored using her own skills over weaponry. Well...Mjolla liked weaponry...and guns were cool. The vibrosword reminded her of her own close-range weapon, and she quickly grabbed her short sword.

"I supposed I can answer that question with your first lesson, ladies," Mjolla announced with a smirk, "We can't always be around to babysit you. The main objectives of the mission are clear, and they'll need to be done in order. So, use your brains. Let's move."

The dropship's exterior hatch opened, revealing the deep night of Christophsis. She looked at their target and sighed. The fools at Zandro-Tech had thought it efficient to incorporate a massive mining and distribution facility beneath their planetary headquarters. It was like they wanted their building destroyed. Oh well, that was for later. The complex's exterior lighting was kind enough to illuminate a pair of massive towers sprouting from one solid block foundation and coupled together near the top by a sky-bridge.

The Champion stared at the sky-bridge for a moment as her eyes seemed to glaze over.

"Go!" the Khil yelled, taking a few shots more and then rushing headfirst through the door.

She had followed him through the passage while the very ground had rumbled. Gravity itself had seemed to shift. The building was going down. Undead creatures coming for her. Wanting to devour her very flesh. The sky-bridge. The sky-bridge was falling. Everything was falling. The screams of the dead were drowned out by the screams of metal twisting and snapping like young saplings...

Everything was falling...

"Orders, ma'am?" a voice asked over her comlink. Mjolla shook the memories away before speaking.

"Stay on-site but keep low. We may need a quick extract."

The facility was protected by a large security wall which was dotted with guard towers that were all quite heavily-armed and equipped with sensor packages. There was a small grate near the base but even that was protected by a massive thick steel grate.

"Alright guys, first obstacle. How do we get in?"

 

[Zay]

As Mjolla equipped herself for the mission I couldn't help but notice her.... love of weapons. This woman had an armory in her locker. She was a girl after my own heart, speaking of hearts she had a really, REALLY nice rack, and that kids is what we in the biz a twoofer. Hot with a slamming body and an appreciation for the finer things in life. I would bet the money I made from this mission she also enjoyed a well aged scotch and watching two beings fight for their lives in mortal combat, but that might just be my wishful thinking. Finally, averting my eyes from her assets I got a look at the other two who were joining us on this uh... training mission. Calling it a training mission felt kinda weird. It wasn't like the security personnel were gonna give us a do over if we didn't kill them all.

Looking to the first prospect, I cringed internally, it was the wired guy I'd worked with on Tatooine a few days prior. Well, at least he was consistent. Same weird walking gait, same weird cloths and same weird hand that seemed to have mind of it's own. The other newb looked like a Christophsis pimp. The flashy clothing and eccentric jewelry making him a target for that holo show What Not to Wear. This kung I was worried about. Oh well, not my job. With this mission being a training it would be up to Vica and Mjolla to keep them safe. All I had to do was take care of myself. Looking at the two instructors I couldn't help but notice they perfectly complimented each other. Mjolla rocking the chest of supermodel and Vica packing the buns of an amazon. They were literally the perfect combo of T & A. Shaking my hormone enhanced thoughts out of my mind and wishing it was possible to take cold shower, I focused on the mission at hand.

The facility before us was well fortified. Durasteel gates, walls, doors, you name it. A ghost couldn't squeeze by in this place, much less five cartel members. As this conclusion came to my mind I heard Mjolla ask, "Alright guys, first obstacle. How do we get in?" Taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly, I came up with a blank. Nothing, Zip, Zero, Nada. Shab.... Maybe, I was losing my edge. In all honesty, if I'd been alone or with Nakoma this would have been a breeze. Walk up to the gate hit the guard with a little force persuasion and boom I'd be in and the alarms would be off. From there it would be like taking candy from a baby. But, I didn't really trust anyone in my general vicinity with my little secret. Hmmmm, what did I have on me that would get me into that building. Oh yeah, I was wicked good at slicing.

Looking to Mat I recalled his encounter with the burly dude in the cantin just before we met. The guy was able to talk his way out of anything. That I could use. I wasn't sure what the third member of our little team was capable of but he could pull the look out duty here then prove himself elsewhere. Of course, We could always just blow this thing up... Snapping my A.D.D addled mind to the present I offered my opinion.

"Well, Mat's really good at keeping people distracted, and I'm decent at slicing, we could infiltrate the warehouse by walking through the front door. Mat would do the talking and while the guard is distracted, I or uh, the pimp over here could take out the guard. I'd slice into the controls and we could walk in. Unless you wanted to just like... blow it up." Part of me wanted to see a freaking awesome explosion. The other part just wanted to get the mission done, what it came down to were the instructions given. I'd do whatever I was told as long as it led to a successful end.

 

[Scholar]

Watching Mjolla open up the weapons locker, Matrim's eyes glazed over, fascinated. He knew he wanted to take some, maybe sell them to some other starry-eyed kung that was in need of some firepower and was willing to sell their soul for it. But, he merely laid his right hand on the holster of his pistol, and looked a bit off-balance now that his arm wasn't flamboyantly waving around. "Six power cells, that's all I need for this."

When the hatch opened for the party to look upon the crystalline, night-lathered cityscape of Christophsis, Mat had to try with everything he had not to fall down the ramp. Swaying back and forth, his eyes wide in the attempt to not keel over for whatever reason, Mjolla asked all of them how they were supposed to get in to the building. Ideas started flowing around his mind, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Zane Galla, the kid he had worked with on that bounty on Tatooine, had already stated his. Not that it was really any different from Mat's own plan; well, his part in it, at least. He silently thanked the young bounty hunter before turning to Mjolla and the rest, a grin spread across his face. He bowed ignorantly before speaking, almost falling over in the process.

"The lad is right; I do have a sort of gift for getting people to do what I want. Especially large, dumb ones like the fools that are undoubtedly guarding these twin towers." Carefully edging towards the ramp, grabbing onto a holding bar for balance, Mat continued. "I could most definitely cause a distraction. Of course, I'd need assurance that while I am speaking to the mentioned grunt, my head isn't the one that is blown to bits by a blaster by some accident." Turning to Zane and the other, older man, he cracked a nervous smile.

"Anyhow," he continued as he turned back to analyze the towers. "If that plan does not work, I suggest we take some sort of welding tool to that grate down there." Mat pointed to the smaller grate near the base of where the towers met. "Shouldn't take long, as long as we have an experienced welder of a certain caliber." He moved his eyes to eye Mjolla up and down, noticing the mechanics pants right off the bat. Mat cracked a little smile. "You look like you know your way around tools, darling."

 

[Pygmy Sloth]

"I supposed I can answer that question with your first lesson, ladies, We can't always be around to babysit you. The main objectives of the mission are clear, and they'll need to be done in order. So, use your brains. Let's move." Mjolla spoke as she armed up. Frath was surprised at how much weaponry the woman could hold and keep track of; when she added a short sword to her arms Frath began to wonder if perhaps she was just going for an intimidation factor.

“Damn,” Frath thought, “Is everyone around here carrying an arsenal?”

It appeared from the majority of the groups getups that they were anticipating a full scale raid. Frath on the other hand had expected a tactical surgical strike. He was slightly cursing himself for not bringing his heavier weaponry, but how could he have known what to expect. He had a unique set of skills and if he continued to sit back those skills would not be utilized. Before Frath could speak up the man called Zane proposed his plan.

"Well, Mat's really good at keeping people distracted, and I'm decent at slicing, we could infiltrate the warehouse by walking through the front door. Mat would do the talking and while the guard is distracted, I or uh, the pimp over here could take out the guard. I'd slice into the controls and we could walk in. Unless you wanted to just like... blow it up." The plan itself was not dissimilar to Frath’s own but with a few key differences, namely the shooting and blowing things up. Frath listened politely as Mat agreed to be a distraction so Frath and Zane could take out the guards, but that still left the turrets unaccounted for and the guard certainly wouldn’t open the gate for them. There were one too many variables for Frath and he couldn’t trust the men he was with. So he interjected his own plan.

“Listen, not that it’s not a good plan. I’m sure you guys and gals have gotten in and out of plenty of scrapes. But you don’t live to be as old as I am if you start off with a plan that involves shooting. I’m not dressed like this because I like the thick bantha hide. Let’s go in together, you guys can be my bodyguards. Mat since you seem to be good at talking, you’ll be my assistant, if he doesn’t want to deal with you I’ll step in. I’m a long time investor meeting with Veil Rohto a head of the intelligence company, read about him on my datapad on the way over. Again, if they don’t go for it, we can just revert to the ‘take out the guard’ plan.” Frath proposed his plan and hoped the rest of the crew went for it. Ultimately Frath would do what he was told but if they could get into the facility without firing a shot it would be best from Frath’s point of view. If they could get in and out with no one ever knowing they were there then no one would come looking for them later.

 

[Bee]

Bringing up a hand to rub absently at her forehead, Vica shook her head. The whole idea of a training mission really was kind of stupid, and knowing it had been her idea sort of stung. Maybe it would be best to keep her mouth shut from now on, or specify that she didn't have the time to indulge in such frivolity. After all, she had a wedding to plan. Laughing beneath her breath in appreciation of Em's arsenal, knowing well enough that the woman loved her toys, she groaned in a less than serious manner, green eyes rolling as she spoke. "You're such a show-off, Em." Wearing a small, warm grin that was directed to no one but her fellow Champion, she was sure the good-natured sarcasm would be impossible to misconstrue. Exiting the craft with the rest of the team, making sure to pick up a security descrambler as she went, she listened absently to the input of the assembled underlings, growing impatient with all the idle chit-chat.

While they all seemed to have the same general idea, it was Frath's comment in particular that drew her ire. The way he acted like he was some wise old guru was a little off-putting, and the mention of the file - as though he'd been the only one to read it - seemed to imply he knew better than the lot of them. Gazing up to the darkened sky as though praying for some deity to give her patience and strength, Vica interjected. "That's great. Did you really get to your age without ever looking at a chrono, though?" Holding up her left wrist, for emphasis, she pointed at the time. "It's quarter past three. In the morning. No one's holding meetings before the kriffing sun's out." It was a wonder the Cartel got anything done, truly. Had the quality of recruits really dropped so low? "Walking in and striking up a conversation in the dead of night is sketchy as shit, too. Come on, you guys. A little situational awareness, please." This time, the groan was a long-suffering rumble, one that ended with a pointed look in Mjolla's direction. "Really sucks being right sometimes." They did need a training mission. Hell, they needed a dozen of them - and Vica was not looking forward to tagging along for the ride.

"Force's sake," she mumbled. "Move." There were two things that nearly everyone in Hutt Space knew about Vica Veszk: one, that she'd won the Grand Hunt, and two, she was kind of a bitch to work with. Her past as a Jedi was no real secret, either. Walking up to the massive wall that separated them from the property, she looked up in an attempt to judge the distance, noting that there was no razor wire perched atop the barrier.

Probably because they never worried about someone trying to jump it.

Crouching down, fingertips touching the ground not unlike a sprinter at the starting line, she gauged the wall's height as best she could, before pushing off with a leap that was quite clearly given both height and velocity through the Force. Maybe it was showy, but she didn't care. Vaulting over the wall, she slowed her descent and landed silently, remaining low as a spotlight swept lazily overhead. Inching toward the gate, she affixed the descrambler and waited for the machine to unlock the door from the inside.

 

[The Kyzer]

Mjolla didn't know what everyone's particular looks were for. Maybe it was her weaponry. Admittedly, she did feel a bit under-armed. Oh well, there wasn't much she could do about it now.

Then, upon hearing the offered plans, the Champios sighed. They were a bit...over-zealous. Of course they were right in their intentions. Things needed to get moving. Their key flaw was that they hadn't properly evaluated their resources, namely the skills of the entire team. As such, Vica's inhuman leap over the wall wasn't all that much of a surprise to Mjolla in the slightest. She'd known of Vica's talents with the Force, though she didn't realize that her companion's skill was so extensive.

Just have to update the mental file then.

"You heard her," Mjolla declared with a certain degree of sharpness before breaking into a sprint, "Move."

It was a few brief seconds before the woman's tall frame was pressed against the defensive wall inside the light well created by the roving spotlights. Mjolla was thankful that Vica had unlocked and opened the smaller security door rather than the massive ones that let in vehicles. The killer made her way through and smiled at her compatriot, which surprised Mjolla in how much she actually meant it.

"Took you long enough," she announced dryly, "And what? Security is still active? Getting old, Pinkie."

The nickname had grown funnier to her after Vica's skin had paled, so Mjolla couldn't just let it go.

"Alright, yo are going to go shut down the security," the tall Champion ordered, "Mr. Galla, you're on point. Try not to kriff it up. Vica and I are going to go compare make-up. If you have any questions, I would kindly direct you to kiss my ass. Actually, kiss Vica's ass. Oh...wait...you're...never mind. Questions? Shove it up your own asses. Get moving."

The Champios waited for the others to leave before speaking with Vica.

"Well, they could be worse. So, care to do some actual work?"

Mjolla smirked and began walking with a bit of grim pride toward the main complex's superstructure. She slowed as a pair of freight workers, doubtlessly third-shift grunts, walking toward her at an intersecting angle. The tall woman continued walking nonchalantly, and nearly ran into the workers before they even noticed her. It was far too late for them to do anything about it, but at least they noticed her. A nasty right-hook followed by a back-handed throat-chop quickly incapacitated the duo. She then relieved one worker of his work-jacket and put it on over her tactical gear.

"So what's it like to be an actual girl, Pinkie?" Mjolla asked, realizing that her fellow Champion may not go along with her new fashion statement.

 

[Zay]

Glancing down at my wrist com I noticed the iridescent time stamp located in the top right and winced slightly, kark... kriffing hyperspace lag... embarrassed by my blunder I decided to take the verbal abuse. "Rookie mistake, get your head out of your ass, Zane." I chided myself. Standing back to make room for Vica, I wondered what in the hell she was about to do. That's when I felt it. A ripple in the force as he hands touched the ground. She shot upward like bird taking flight. Mouth gaping I looked to Mjolla and then back to the space Vica had been before defying the laws of gravity. A few moments after she disappeared there was a click and I knew the door was open.

Maybe I was too worried about hiding my connection to the force. I doubt I could have made that jump, that was some super hero shab. Snapping out of my internal conflict I looked up to hear Mjolla bark an order. Not wanting to be put on her bad side I followed closely as we entered the facility. Taking a position just a few feet from the two Champions I listened as we were given our orders. I was on point, great. I really didn't want anything in, up, or, around my ass so I kept my mouth shut. Turning to the other two I sighed. Rubbing my temples I looked to Mat and Frath. "Well, you heard the woman. We're supposed to take out the security. I can handle that, just need access to their server. Let's move out."

Finding an access panel was easy, getting into and disarming the systems without being spotted was the hard part. It would take time, and while they hadn't run across anyone yet, I was sure the compound would have some form of roaming guard. Looking to the dynamic duo behind me I said, "Keep your eyes peeled. This is gonna take me some time. Whatever you do: DON'T TALK TO ANYONE! If you see a guard take them down without making a shab ton of noise. You guys think you can handle that?" I didn't wait for them to answer. I pulled my datapad from my jacket and accessed the panel though the main port.

This was a race against time. I had approximately one minute to disable the alarms before all hell broke loose and to be honest I was more scared of pissing off Mjolla then I was the security for of this compound. Let's face it she had way more guns. My fingers blazed across the touchscreen as I input various encrypt codes to cover my track, I broke through the first fire wall in twenty seconds and gain access to the security mainframe from there I disabled all of the alarms and changed the main server password essentially locking the security team out of their own computers. With this in place I gained more time to play.

Guiding over to the security camera feed, I captured a single blank screen shot from each camera and superimposed it over the live feed. The switched would have looked like a normal flash of static and the guard tasked with watching would be none the wiser. With my job done I queued up my com, "Mjolla, all alarms are down and the camera's are blind. All we have to do is watch out for the guards on patrol." based on her previous comments regarding our asses I assumed I was in for an ear full. Bracing my bum and my ears I awaited her response.

 

[Pygmy Sloth]

"That's great. Did you really get to your age without ever looking at a chrono, though, It's quarter past three. In the morning. No one's holding meetings before the kriffing sun's out. Walking in and striking up a conversation in the dead of night is sketchy as shit, too. Come on, you guys. A little situational awareness, please." Frath looked incredulously at the Champios, had she not read the mission profile? Their mission was a research facility that specialized in corporate espionage. If this place wasn’t just as busy at night as it was during the day, then the Chistophisians weren’t doing their jobs very well.

“Well actually, this facility deals in espionage, so I’m sure there are plenty of people in that building right now. I’m sure they have several operatives that work exclusively at ni-“ Before Frath could finish explaining why his plan would, in fact, work; the female Champios had jumped over the wall. Frath gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. “Alright, we’ll go with the ‘no plan’ then. Because that one has one hundred percent effectiveness.”

Frath hated working in groups. This mission was doing nothing to change his opinion of that. He was glad he had disguised himself but really hoped that he wouldn’t need to use it, now that they were going with the make-it-up-as-we-go plan. So far all Frath had learned from these Champios was to bring more guns than you needed and screw plans, because finding the right one took too long. Vica had already opened the door and they were rushing through. Frath pulled out his miniscule holdout blaster and scanned the area as he passed through the door. At least no one will think I’m compensating. Frath thought as he compared his three inch blaster to everyone else’s gear. He could count on those around him to keep him safe, but he didn’t want to be seen as the weak link either. And with this new, run and gun, plan he definitely was the weak link.

"Alright, yo are going to go shut down the security, Mr. Galla, you're on point. Try not to kriff it up. Vica and I are going to go compare make-up. If you have any questions, I would kindly direct you to kiss my ass. Actually, kiss Vica's ass. Oh...wait...you're...never mind. Questions? Shove it up your own asses. Get moving." Frath listened as their on the fly, mission was updated. He’d protect Zane Galla until he dismantled the security systems. It would also give the three men time to talk away from the two Champios. As Zane worked, Frath kept his eyes peeled. He crouched down and kept his blaster trained on the most likely positions a roaming guard would occupy.

“Look, Zane. I don’t know about you but something seems fishy here too me. They bring us on a training exercise and leave us to our own devices while they ‘talk about make-up? Just keep your eyes open. I’m not a fan of gun blazing, but if you got my back I got yours kid.” Frath said in a hushed tone while Zane worked his magic on the access panel. After a few seconds Zane paused and contacted Mjolla via comlink. Hopefully the guards weren’t monitoring comm frequencies within the compound, if they were they just became aware of the presence of an enemy force taking out their security systems. Frath waited to hear back from their leaders before moving from their position.