Routine Inspection

[Gaiaverse]

The job was simple yet well paying. All she had to do was infiltrate some godforsaken cesspool that she didn't bother to remember the name of, simply calling it 'payday' in her journal, insert a data spike into its security system and watch the system crumble down. Then she was suppose to escort a 'package to a decrepit landing pad below the main building and help fly her own. Apparently Emtarra had 'friends', through she wasn't sure who they were and what their piece of the puzzle of.

Dressed in a stolen guard uniform, Emtarra had forged a clearance and record and managed to get into the security room, ensuring the guard on duty had a long break. Smiling as the screens brightened up her face, she almost called for Makos aid...but her husband was gone...Shaking her head, she began typing away, going through the various security systems to make sure everything was there. Slicing through the systems, she note that droid was suppose to escort Emil to the 'medical labs', nodding, she rerouted the droid to go the hanger were a shuttle awaited Emil, then closed out of the screen and erased any evidence of her tampering, besides the rerouting of course.

Jabbing the spike into the computer, she watched it go to work. It was mere moments before the screen turned blue, klaxon's blazing and yelling beginning to sunder the air. Apparently her client wanted to start a riot, with the security systems turned off. Any guards that tried to chase her or her 'package' would be delayed.

Her datapad beeped, after checking it over, she realized that apparently the spike had given her, limited, control of the systems in this cesspool. Smiling, she placed in her pocket. It may prove useful, or it may not, only time would tell. Grabbing a XCP-71 that formally was issued to the guard, she slipped the helmet over her head and walked out of the room. The rioting was getting intense. It wouldn't stop any pursuers, but it would delay them. This wasn't going to be a milk-run, but it would be fun.

Now, on too step two. Getting her 'package' out of here.

The door shot open, her pacing momentarily interrupted. Hearing the screams and shooting with the occasional bout of blaster fire, she stepped out, a bag neatly stacked against the door. Inside was a suit of armor worn by the officers of the prison, along with a blaster and lightsaber. Nodding, she tugged at the beacon placed on her shirt, throwing it on a passing GONK droid. If her captors tried to use it to find were she was...well, they would be in for a surprise.

There was also a note, saying to go to Landing pad Barava. Nodding, she steeled herself and filled her mind with irrelevant thoughts, so that no Sith could sense her as she made her way. The prison was huge, and to her knowledge, all the guards were busy with the riot. Besides, the high-security section was mostly guarded by turrets and droids. It would take any pursuer a long run to get here.

Of course, it was still inevitable. She just had to keep up a good pace and keep a clear head.

 

[Prudence]

"So what we get drunk? So what we smoke spice? We're just having fun, we don't care who sees!"

Prudii was humming the rhythm to the newest Swoop Dawg song, detailing the hardships of being 'straight gangsta'. He had been looking over Sith Defenses in this prison, following his recent alliance with the Sith. The job wasn't glorious, but he didn't very much care. Just as he was walking towards the security booth to shoot shit with the guard, he saw something very conspicious. A woman that definitely didn't look like any guard he'd ever seen here was stabbing something into a console. He raised his MRB and fired into the console, keeping it raised so as to drop the woman where she stood.

"That is a 100% guaranteed way to look like you don't belong here. Hands up, turn around, and I won't blast the hell out of you.

Move please, make my day."

 

[Loco]

Eh, he'd seen worse, Mik thought as he toured the prison with Mand'alore Kyramud. It seemed to him like if the Sith wanted to keep Jedi or other, more powerful, Force users locked up in here, they should invest in an upgrade. He'd seen holo-documentaries on installations in the Outer Rim- real "black sites"- that involved neural dampners, stun cuffs, sedative gas, one-at-a-time door access, and even faraday cages. He'd add some of those to his recommendations for the Sith, and all them for the Death Watchs own personal dungeon on Mandalore... you know, just in case. Maybe he'd lock Prudii in there while he was in one of his drug infused stupors. It would give him a break from the mans horrible taste in music. He accompanied the Mand'alore down the corridor toward the guard post, noting as he did the lack of presence of any real professional detention force- they should at least have regularly spaced door guards, if they were going to forego more technical means of subduing prisoners or intruders.

"Speaking of intruders..." Mik muttered as Prudii raised his carbine. The Priest's sword flashed from its scabbard as his leader blasted a round into the console- he leveled it at the woman, keeping a safe enough distance that he could respond to any attacks with a quick parry or slash, and side stepping away from Prudii so that she could not possibly attack them both at once. His left hand unclasped his brilliant white cloak, letting it fall to the floor to free up his mobility, then rested on the butt of his holstered blaster.

 

[Gaiaverse]

She nodded to the two guards as they began to walk towards the booth

"Hello lads, how may I be of service today?" She said, a Ziosti accent clear as she smiled. If the two took the time to look around, both in the room and on it's door, it had the words Authorized Personnel Only and No Socialization written on it. One of the guards shot out the console, preventing any future tampering...or them checking the system.

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She simply nodded and made it clear she didn't have a weapon "Oh...and the name's Scylla".

Her door opened, a droid placing down a tray of food. Grabbing it, Emil walked under the camera in her cell, eating unwatched. She noticed something off about the tray, it was bulkier then usual. When she pressed it a note fell off.

While reading it, a armed security droid walked in, motioning for Emil to follow. Which she did. Probably was time for an interrogation, or whatever they called it nowadays. The droid began leading her downstairs, on the route Emtarra gave it. Besides for one change, it would be following it's usual route.

 

[Logan]

Boredom could be a bad thing, sometimes. It lead people to do stuff they would have normally not done. Clean the house, use the holonet to learn how to make a bomb, or in Kyuss' case, decide that now would be a good time to rough up a Jedi just for shits and giggles. Making his way down to the cell that housed Emil Gotha, Kyuss rounded a corner and saw the woman being lead by a droid. Not sure why she would be out of her cell - he hadn't ordered her anywhere, and he was the one in charge of prisoners here, Kyuss stepped in front of the walking duo to stop their advance.

"You are dismissed, droid." He said, making a motion with his hand for it to go off and do whatever it was that droids did when they weren't doing something someone told them to. "You on the other hand, you're going to come with me."

There was no asking in Kyuss voice, Emil had no choice. If she didn't listen Kyuss would break her legs and drag her ass to the torture chamber. Her life meant so little to him he didn't really care if she died of gangrene or a blaster shot to the back of the head - he had heard that was the most fun way of eliminating something that was incredibly annoying to you - but for now, he would give her the chance to do this the easy way.

It suddenly dawned on him that Emil was out of her cell without shackles or anything. That didn't make any sense, either. Starting to put two and two together, Kyuss huffed and shook his head before radioing Prudii. "Kyramund, I believe we have intruders. Someone was trying to let the rat out her cage. Put the guard on alert and scour any of the security areas for someone who looks out of place. Shoot to kill, no questions. Everyone here is replaceable anyway should you make a mistake.”

Eyeing Emil again, Kyuss shook his head. "You’ve caused me about enough trouble, Jedi-worm. Your life is not worth this headache.”

 

[Prudence]

E for effort? No. No E for effort. This wasn't effort, this was mockery. Prudii had said hands on your head. Not 'nod your head and make chit chat.' He was annoyed enough at the woman intruding upon the prison. How she'd gotten in? He had no idea. How she'd gotten a uniform? He also had no idea, but legitimate guards didn't stab things into the consoles of their computers, and they definitely didn't just shrug it off when said thing got shot, and they were held at gunpoint.

Ah kes it. Prudii thought, his rifle still raised. He had one shot shy of a full clip, and there was literally nowhere to hide. His shot was clear, and the intruder wore limited armor. He pulled the trigger, bottoming out the clip, roughly 29 shots flying from the barrel of his blaster, aimed to tear through the gut of their intruder. Mik would likely jump in with some voodoo-ass move, but no matter what, this chick was dead.

"I ran into resistance, but she will no longer be a problem. Execute the rat." Prudii spoke into the comms, replying to Kyuss.

 

[Loco]

Well, so much for small talk, Mik thought with a sigh. To be fair, Prudii's instruction had been clear, and Kyuss's instructions over the comm were even clearer ("No questions"). Of course, Mikha'el preferred to think of anything the too-many-armed Sith Lord said as a suggestion rather than an order- he didn't feel like they had that sort of relationship yet. Regardless, this was the Big Mans house and his rule was law, and, so, "shoot to kill, no questions" was what went here. The Priest gave an almost imperceptible shrug as he sensed what was coming- he knew how Kyramud responded to people trying to be clever when they were at a disadvantage. He almost felt bad but, again, the instructions had been clear and the woman had her chance. He gave her a point for boldness, but took two for stupidity.

As the Mand'alore opened fire, Mikha'el whipped his left hand off the butt of his pistol and across his sternum, fingers splayed. He sent out a simple but powerful Force Push which would likely send the intruder flying backwards into the console and wall behind her. His sword stayed level, extended, ready for any retaliation, though he could not imagine what move she could make here. Between his push, Prudii's automatic fire, and the relatively small space they were working with in the room, there wasn't much she could do- she couldn't possibly dodge both of them.

"Pity."

@Gaiaverse

 

[Prudence]

Prudii watched as the woman made literally no move to escape. His bolts flew through the air as Mik pushed her back, completely incapacitating the woman the moment before her immediate death. 1-2 shots would have likely done the trick, 29 was overkill. There was a small section of the woman's torso that quite literally didn't exist anymore as it had been completely burned through by his blasts.

"The intruder is dead, Thaun. Kill the rat."

 

[Loco]

Mikha'el exerted enough pressure with the Force to keep his adversary pinned to the wall while Kyramud unloaded on her- overkill, in his opinion. The first handful would have certainly killed her. The womans body dropped limply to the floor, the smell of burnt flesh and vaporized armor overpowering in the small room. He could still hear the sound of sizzling meat. He approached the body and rolled it over with his foot, intending to confirm the kill- a rather unnecessary precaution, given the state of her torso. Mikha'el grimaced as the would-be prison breakers dead eyes stared up at him. He reached down and gently closed them.

"We will see you on the field at Ani'la Akaan," He whispered to the body. Mik stood back up, sheathing his sword as he turned to Prudii, "Well, this visit was rather more eventful than I would have anticipated, but at least we've made a good impression the de facto new Warlord..."