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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.
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.
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