Ask Endless Future

[Virgo Armegedon-Lok]

Mission Statement: The slimy Rodian, Slim Sleemo, has defaulted on the loan he took to build a Rodian weapons factory in Mandalorian space. He refuses to give it back and the less-than-reputable Outer Rim bank (Hutts) wants him, preferably alive and mostly in one piece. Financial considerations aside, they want to send a message. The problem is Slim’s clan, the An’yettu refuse to give him or the factory up. Get Slim and deliver him to Tatooine and the factory is yours, if you can hold it.

Stationary in orbit above the astronomic object of Harswee, Virgo stands across from the layout of of Slim's Weapons Factory and the other two present for the mission briefing, @Die Shize and @Rimrald. Her silvered eyes blindly shifted to each of them with her platinum hair following as she discussed the foundation layout and targets, as well as the current Intel provided.

"Seems Slim Sleemo is our target today." She spoke casually to @Atuu Skirata, but she held reservations in silence for the newcomer, @Endyr Ratheon. She knew Atuu, him, she didn't. "Intel suggests he's been selling his wares behind a carpeting front, able to slip them in abundantly across several star systems and feels the loan that started it all isn't worth his time or attention... or money." With a smile broadening her face as she looked between the two, she continues. "This provides us an opportunity to take on the loan and the business. One that will be extremely lucrative. So we're taking the job."

Tapping a few buttons on the console before her, she brought the weapons factory up completely, indicating the heat signatures of no less than at least 40 sentients, of which 30 percent were likely civilians. Maybe less, maybe more. Intel hadn't been too clear.

"The An'yettu won't give up Slim without a fight, and there will likely be civilians within. So expect collateral damage at the very least. The group is known to use them as shields, and will use any means necessary to achieve their ends. We're talking terrorist level resistance here. Small, yet potentially self destructive. So stealth will be the biggest issue."

Her gaze shifted to Atuu. "Think back to the spice mines of Roon, ner'vod. " Her tone was serious despite the attempted jest, but it could come down to similar tactics. Blade before Blaster as one would say. Quiet and precise. Then she shifted her gaze to Endyr to emphasize and clarify. "Slim will likely be in the Operations Room center of the Factory. We'll need to get as close to him as possible without alerting him. I doubt he would hesitate on blowing the Factory in his escape."

Leaning back against a railing she offered up a chance for the two others to speak. "How should we make our approach? Suggestions? Notice anything out of the ordinary that I've overlooked?" It may have been her first time leading an EW mission, but it wasn't her first Op. She knew to rely on the strengths the others had and listen to their concerns and thoughts. Especially in a mission where the simplest miscalculation could make or break it. And she wasn't about to allow it here.

@Die Shize @Rimrald

 

[Endyr Ratheon]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Silver eyes, the Mandalorian woman was pretty to say the least, but the man wasn’t gawking behind his visor. His helmet over his head atop his armor, black and gold beskar’gam, attention on the mission at hand.

Slim Seemo. Slimy son of a bitch. Most Rodians this Mandalorian met were no less. Then again, he hadn’t met many Rodian Mandalorians and, bet, if you weren’t a Mandalorian then you weren’t really anything.

Weapons factory displayed, Endyr glossed over the forty sentients or thirty civilians. Collateral damage, in the end, as Virgo expressed, however the focus was more on sending a message than extermination.

Still, shields can be broken. Given the shield on his signet, this warrior thought he knew. It had a sword, too. “Big factory. More room than there are guards or workers within. That gives us more freedom to move quietly.”

The production areas in particular looked rather spacious in comparison to how many eyes would be watching the manufacturing lines. “We could infiltrate from maintenance, shift to operations as a unit,” he pointed. “Or split up. More than one obligatory corridor in this rodeo, I reckon.”

Endyr shrugged. “Sleemo manufactures as much as distributes. We could be three Mandalorians looking to purchase. Maybe.” Pretending to be buyers was an option but a negotiating voice wasn't really his strong suit. He was more ‘point and shoot’.

@Mythos @Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Listening and looking over the data presented Atuu would nod in reverence to Virgo as she addressed him. He would also offer a more subtle nod to Endyr - a stranger yet one who answered the call. It demanded even some respect from him.

"I tried the negotiating thing, go in as a buyer and start swinging once you're in. It worked with a gig to disrupt some spice freak Delucians." He remarked thinking back to Casany and their collective quick thinking. "But this doesn't seem like the kind of place you just show up unannounced and ask to see the goods... Especially if he has civilians he isn't too worried about putting between us and himself."

Atuu pointed out as he poured over the data "This would be easier to accomplish with stealth, limit casualties on the civilian side and limit our exposure to bad press." He said tapping through some additional data on the structure.

"Maintenance is a good call - get in and clear it of hostiles, screw something up that would cause major safety concerns on the surface so they clear out the civilians?" He posed the question unsure if it was a viable plan "Then we take down the operations section, each of their little clusters." He pointed back to the map and heat signature groupings.

The signatures would likely be a mix of civilian and hostile targets. 28 combatants was a lot for 3 to take on at once, so systematic removal of enemy strength would be smart.

"Any critiques, additional ideas?" He posed to the duo

@Die Shize @Mythos

 

[Virgo Armegedon-Lok]

Virgo's brow furrowed as she took in the information and suggestions each presented. They were good ideas, some even great ideas, but her mind couldn't help but linger on the civilians present. She didn't like the idea of innocent casualties, but their success rode on this very mission. Weapons, munitions, all slipped through customs through Slim's 'Rug' Importations. And the backing of the Hutts in doing so. It would go a long way for the Watch.

"Maintenance is our best bet...." Virgo finally spoke, showing an entrance not far from a landing area with acceptable coverage as her gaze shifted back to Atuu. "But I highly doubt the civilians, likely slaves, will be the first to be evacuated if safety becomes a concern. Our target would likely be the first and we'd lose our chance."

Virgo grimaced, shifting the zoomed in layout across the screen and rummaging her thoughts as she did. The odds were against them either way they went, but such a high value target meant complications. And this wasn't like the Stolen Flower job she took on with Wer and Xim. Shifting the levels, she took a closer look at the maintenance corridors, but shifted back out near the rear hangar bay where Slim would likely make his exit if anything went wrong. That's where she saw it. It was small, likely made for the mechanical droids meant to upkeep the hangar maintenance, but so was she. And it led to the catwalk above the hangar doors. Perfect.

"There!" She exclaimed, showing both Atuu and Endyr. It would take a spike or two, but they could lock the hangar doors down and Slim would be trapped in with her. On the catwalk above, she could easily dispatch Slim and take care of whatever entourage escorted him, likely a Lieutenant and three underlings. "If you two can dispatch half of the signature clusters and set off a false safety alarm, I could take Slim down in his retreat. Only..."

Her HB-4 didn't hold a 'stun' setting. Moving away from the holo, she reached up and pulled a leaver down, the ship's wall opening to reveal a plethora of weapons complimented by the proprietors of this mission as was the ship. Grabbing a Blastech E-11s Sniper Rifle off the wall, she chuckled. "Compliments of the Hutts, ner'vod. Gear up with what you need."

All of it was on loan, of course, so they wouldn't be able to keep any of it for themselves. But the Hutts wanted to ensure a successful outcome and they trusted the Endless Watch to get it done.

@Rimrald @Die Shize

My next post is our landing.​

 

[Endyr Ratheon]

Slimo probably wasn’t worried about his civilians, true, but Endyr wasn’t worried about blasting through them either. If and when the decision was kill or be killed, granted. He doubted there would be anyone left with a voice to tell the press at that point.

Whether the Mandalorians could fake their way in as buyers was less exciting than fighting anyway so fortunately they were on the same page.

So, adding nothing to the plan for the moment, Endyr turned to face the the wall and whistled the way he might have over Virgo’s face were he a di’kut. “Hutts are scum but they know how to provide the means for the mission. I’ll give ‘em that much.”

He already had his arsenal on his person but he liked the look of weapons. “I’m good. We, though, won’t be if Slomo…Sumo…whozitwotzit somethin' or other manages to give you the slip.”

Endyr held up a hand. “You look like an asskicker but shit happens.” Especially if their target was packing more heat than expected. Having at least one other Mandalorian to back Virgo up sounded good in this one's head.

Endyr nodded back at the map. “Corridor runs from hangar to a junction to operations. Atuu and I can double down on the tangos and I can cut to that corridor junction, make sure the Rodian can’t double back and gets sandwiched.” And bust into the hangar if worst came to worst. "And I guess that's that."

@Mythos @Rimrald