Ask So much for retirement.

[Covax]

Covax wanted to retired, or at the very least take a break after helping to capture one of the most wanted criminals in the known galaxy. He had even managed to find a nice little spot hidden away. Then some upstarts had to move in and take what the old merc had decided to claim for himself.

So now here he was flying "map of the earth", low and fast across Kowak in a U-wing dropship. His copilot as always was his trusted astromech, while a hired gun (@Altaris ) and four of best combat droids money could buy waited in the back. All of which were bought and payed for with funds from Covax's benefactor. The intent was to assault the drive yards and send a message. But to Covax's surprise, and good fortune. Someone else had a similar idea. To which the battle was raging above his head at the same time as he made his approach. Making for the perfect distraction.

"Listen up" Covax said over his shoulder toward the waiting assault team. "I don't know who else these guys pissed off, but we're going to take advantage of the situation. Looks like they have a Corvette sitting in an open bay just begging to be taken. So we're going to fucking take it."

Looking to his droid, "BA, take us in and land next to that bad boy." Covax then unhook from the pilot's seat and quickly checked his gear. As he had been expecting a fight, he was fully armed with his usual kit. As he did before every fight, his off hand moved over every piece of kit to make sure everything was in place and his weapons were freshly charged.

"Ready?"

 

[Nymeria]

Dressed in armor that made her fit in, and carrying an EE-3 Blaster Carbine alongside her trusty DL-44 and a couple of smoke grenades, Nyemeria had landed at a landing bay with her similarly dressed and armed companion, a zeltron in her employ by the name of Reya. The two had jumped out of the trasnport that she had piloted there, a nondescript vessel that was just one in the crowd of odd ships littered across the various landing bays.

Dressed like they belonged, the duo had used the chaos of the battle going on overhead to tag along behind a squad of similarly dressed figures running towards the main facility. She did carry identification that would identify her as Grace Star, Reya as Mae Mae, and records would identify the ship they had just arrived in as also belonging to the duo. She did, after all, have a sense of humor. But, for now she hoped to not have to use that. The less of a presence they left here, the better.

Once inside the building, she waited till they crossed a more crowded intersection, and slipped away from her "squad", walking with confident purpose and acting like she belonged, Reya at her side. And in a way belong she did, this was exactly where she needed to be to pull off this job. And with the panicked chaos around them it was pretty easy to move about without drawing much attention, the facility was staffed by simple folk who had been freed from the clutches of slavers, they weren't really trained to be staffing a place like this, much less keeping their cool under crisis. Which worked in her favor.

Reaching a turbolift she noticed a few labcoats milling about, all nervous in their nerdiness. "Hey," she barked at them, resulting in one of them actually jumping, "its not safe here. Come on," she gestured towards the turbolift, shepherding them in and then taking a defensive position to one side from where she could keep an eye on all of them, while Reya took a position at the back wall so that she could keep an eye out the entrance, "let's go, up!"

She smiled inside her helmet as dear jumpy nodded and swiped a card and pressed a button, sending the turbolift whooshing upwards. Perfect.

@Taz @Altaris

 

[Covax]

The U-wing would make it's approach, quickly circling the smallest class of the capital ships, before landing the small craft off the left side. As the ramp of the small dropship lowered, Covax and his droids marched out with purpose. Taking in the image and size of the ship. It was not the model he first thought, but fuck it. Free is free.

The moment of basking in his potentially new ship was quickly dashed away as red bolts from small arms would cut the air between hip and his target. Covax leaped for cover or rather little more than concealment, landing behind a gonk droid as bolts continued to fly. Now prone, the merc rolled to his belly and took aim with his Wolverine. Trying to put down some suppressive at the 3 thugs pulling security for a couple of ship technicians running for their lives toward the turbolift.

From the corners of his helmet covered eyes he could see two of his commando droids also cover and assist in returning fire, while the other two leaped atop the Corvette, looking for a higher ground and presumably better shots. What he could not see, was the kinda cute scoundrel he hired to help him fly the damn ship.

"Hey, cute and broody, you planning on joining me any time soon ?" He grunted into the encrypted comms in his helmet. "BA, whip the data on that tub, and move to the vet, get to the bridge and make sure this baby can fly."

@Altaris @Wit

 

[Aaisha Varr]

Truth be told, Aaisha was feeling damn good about taking on this particular job with Covex - even if she didn’t have the same kind of personal stake in the situation like he did. It was no secret that Zann had been making noise within the Syndicate world for some time now, and there were plenty of figures within the underworld who would’ve liked nothing more than to see the rising group take a hit. And, more importantly to Aaisha, Covax had no qualms with paying a premium rate and that was all the motivation the Morganian needed.

As per usual, Aaisha was dressed in her standard scoundrel armor - blast vest and armorweave inlay providing her some basic protection, while the lower hemisphere of her face was shrouded by a bandana that she wore - her dark brown hair left to flow down on the right side. She was armed with her usual DT-29 and DE-10 pistols on her hip, as well as her usual slicer’s equipment tucked into her armor.

As they landed and began to ascend down the ramp, Aaisha couldn’t help but grin at the luck they had struck - timing their own assault at the same time that some other dudes had decided to take potshots at Zann.

Of course, that was roughly where their luck ended. The Morganian immediately dove for cover as the bolts of crimson plasma cut through the air, rolling onto her stomach behind a stack of cargo crates a few feet away from Covax, her body pressed against the durasteel surface as plasma bolts ripped through the air above her. However, Aaisha pointedly didn’t stop moving once she was there - taking advantage of the fact that Covax had drawn the attention of the security to himself.

The Morganian proceeded to slink her way around the cargo crates - rounding to the left and closing in on the flank of the trio of shipyard defenders. As soon as she was in position, Aaisha yanked the DT-29 from its holster and leveled it one of the men - pulling the trigger in rapid succession and firing off two bolts towards his center mass.

Within a split second, the plasma bolts found their mark and one of the defender’s dropped to the ground - the molten entrance and exit wounds glowing dull orange on his chest. Aaisha quickly ducked once more for cover, pressing her back flush with a duracrete pillar. She couldn’t help but grit her teeth a bit as return fire wizzed along the sides of the pillar, a bit too close for comfort but otherwise leaving her unharmed yet.

“What, missing me already?” She said back into the encrypted channel, a playful edge to her voice despite the shitty situation they suddenly found themselves in.

@Wit @Taz

 

[Nymeria]

As the turbolift stopped, depositing them at the level dedicated to R&D, Nymeria turned towards the geek squad and leveled her carbine at one of them. "Alright then, out we go." She almost wanted to laugh at the shock on their faces, but a poke from Reya made one of them move and the rest started moving, not wanting to be left behind. They shepherded them towards a bank of terminals, and with blasters aimed at them, they obediently settled into the seats. She pulled out a high capacity datacard from her pocket and handed it to the one closest to her.

"Schematics, development plant, shipment history, pull everything and create a copy." Reya stepped up and poked him in the back with her blaster, as a not so gentle reminder to be quick, and he snapped to it. While that happened Nymeria turned her attention to the rest. "Molo, where is he?" There was no reply, and she glanced around from face to face looking for an answer. She stepped forward and was about to press one of them when someone spoke up, the youngest of the lot, an intern from the looks of it.

"Molo? His lazy ass is never here, more useless than Hutt deodorant. He's probably off partying on Paradice City, he only ever calls in now and then to check on things." Emboldened by her outburst, one of the other engineers also chimed in. "And takes all the credit."

Nymeria took note of that little nugget of information, you never knew what might come in handy. A little disappointed at the missed opportunity, she returned her attention to the data transfer, and leaned in to observe what was happening. "Make sure you get everything. My friend here doesn't like when someone disobeys my orders." Reya glared at him menacingly, and the man squirmed under her gaze and nodded as he returned his attention to his terminal.

Nymeria smiled and gave Reya a look, and the zeltron started pulling out rope and began tying the other engineers to their chairs, while Nymeria kept an eye out for any surprises.

@Taz @Altaris

 

[Covax]

With a few twist and clicks of the astromech's probe and the BA-10 would quickly erase any records of where the U-Wing hand come from or belonged to prior to landing at the ship yard. His work done, the Blackwell model droid shot from his droid socket and down the rap to the other ship. Making an audible eeping like noise as bolts few all around the droid. Soon it would be in the cockpit area of he larger vessel, checking systems, and priming the main drive.

Meanwhile Covax continued to draw the attention of everyone else with a blaster. A skill he seemed to Master in since the first time he picked up a weapon himself. Something about a large man with a large gun seemed to say to others, shoot that motherfucker. Shoot until your gun runs dry or he stops shooting at us.

In this case the gonk droid was doing a fine job of absorbing the bolts of admittedly semi-accurate fire for the 3 thugs who were currently thinking that very thing. Covax was doing his best to return fire, but the incoming fire was beginning to overtake him. Until Varr took out the guard on the left. Moments later the two droids that were moving into sniper positions atop the ship hand found their lanes of fire. Making quick work of the other two guards with head shots while they were still distracted with trying to kill the one time Enforcer.

The area now clear, Covax stood and quickly did a tactical reload. "Just wanted to see if that iron looks as good in your hands as it did on your hips." He replied to the Morganian, equally playful. He would have given her a playful smile, were it not for the helmet concealing his face. "All right, regroup. Lets get this girl in the air before more security shows up or those fighters above get wise to what we're doing."

@Altaris @Wit