Log:Old Friends, New Enemies
Old Friends, New Enemies
OOC Date: June 10, 2018
Location: Dunari's Casino, Ord Mantell
Participants: Devii, Finn, Dawn Antilles, The Resistance
Mission: Former First Order Stormtrooper, 'Finn' has been contacted by a member of his old Squad. He claims that the Squadmate has fled from the First Order and is looking to meet up and join the Resistance. This meeting is set to take place on Ord Mantel at the space station casino orbiting it known as 'Dunari's Casino'. Take at least 2 other Operatives to join Finn on this mission to meet up with a potentially valuable source of First Order intelligence. If this turns out to be a double-cross, do what you must to survive the encounter but do not risk harming civilians!
Dunari's Casino was easy enough to journey to on the Felicity. The Space Limo's reputation preceded her as the type of vessel that would and could slip past a number of patrols and query's just because only really important folk owned ones of those things. Untouchable types of people.
Devii was playing that part today. She still wore her jacket but was dressed some what more fancy then she might have been otherwise. Blood stripes down her breeches, as if she were an accomplished member of CorSec with the credits to boot. She was floating around from table to table until she had found one game of Sabbac she was comfortable with. Hopefully Finn didn't stand out too much, or anyone else they were traveling with. Maybe just enough for their contact to notice them. "Your friend is late, Finn..." She comments into her hidden ear piece. "You sure everything is going to be okay?"
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The former FN-2187 is trying to project an air of self-assured confidence and gritty calm, but the truth is he still looks a bit jumpy. He answers smoothly and discreetly into the concealed microphone (he's clearly speaking into a microphone) "I can't remember the last time I was sure everything would be okay. But let's not- let's not panic, give him a bit more time. If there's any chance this is real, he deserves the opportunity." A nod to no one, and he remembers to place a small bet in one of the machines. Blending, we're blending.
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With her fresh-faced expression and those large green eyes, one wouldn't think casinos were her sorts of places, but it is.
Surrounded by the clicks and chimes of games of chance, Dawn Antilles feels the itch, to join a sabacc game, or two, or several, and pit her skills against those who actually did this for a living. But they had a job to do, and she remains within line of sight of her party, her hands in her pockets and turning her attention to Finn.
"You think we can trust this guy, Finn?" she wonders quietly through her earpiece. "How well do you know him?"
It seems like the question to ask. Unlike Devii, she refrains from joining an actual sabacc game, and instead tries her hand at a roulette table - if things go wrong, she doesn't want to leave with credits on the table seated, and surrounded by questionable individuals.
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Devii pauses a long moment as she looks at her hand and grumbles. "I am just garbage at this game." She tosses her cards on the table. "Fold..." Maybe next round will be better. "Please don't tell me the best you know him is because he helped you mop Starkiller or something like that..." She grumbles, her orange eyes scanning towards the doorway as a bit of raised voices and commotion comes. "Dawn, Finn... Something is going on over by the doorway. Can you see what it is?" She couldn't not with the machines and crowds around her.
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Her small white ball bounces over on the red, and she collects her chips as the rest of the table cheers for those who won, interspersed with the quiet groans from those who have lost. Pale fingers slip her meager winnings into the inner pocket of her jacket; the directive has her moving her head in an attempt to look at what is on by the doorway.
Unfortunately, she's not that tall, and the crush of revelers are keeping her from getting a good glimpse.
"Can't in my position," Dawn murmurs.
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"I don't know," Finn answers Dawn quietly through the earpiece. "It's hard to really know anyone when your entire world is designed to leave you with nothing but blind loyalty, okay?" The words are kept mostly level, but the old days bring up old emotions. "No, we were raised in the same squad," Devii is answered, before he adds, grudgingly, "Also yes, he helped me mop Starkiller. It was a squad thing." Sharp eyes follow the direction toward the door, and he promptly steps to place himself behind a slot machine. "I see it. Local security speaking to First Order Counter-Intel."
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Devii grumbles as she stands, collecting what ever she has left of her measly pot, stuffing the credits into the pockets of her jacket. "We're humped. Let's start making it back towards the ship. Act natural, you know... not like the wanted criminal you are." She's of course talking to Fin as she starts to walk towards the other exit. The FO LT and his escourt of casino security move their way, fanning out a bit in the crowd, looking for whoever and whatever their target it.
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Finn's nerves have settled as the uncertainty passes into plain danger. He replies quietly, "On my way. Dawn, they're coming from your left side, be careful." He picks up a drink off a passing tray and pretends to sip it as he moves through the crowd of gamblers, right hand in his coat pocket.
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"We're made," Dawn concludes immediately, in unison with Devii, the moment Finn identifies the man by the doorway as First Order Counter-Intelligence - they wouldn't be here if someone hadn't tipped them off, even if Finn's old comrade happened to be innocent. At the very least, having a defector in the ranks comes with incredible benefits - the former stormtrooper seems to have incredible memory. Woefully glancing down at the roulette table, she sighs quietly as she starts attempting to extricate herself from it.
/Dawn, they're coming from your left side./
"Roger. Thanks, Finn."
She turns away from that direction to head off the other way, but her shoulder brushes against a passing, spindly figure. "Excuse me..." she says, and would have continued on when bony fingers snatch at her wrist and pull her back. Green eyes go wide when she's spun around to face an angry Rodian female.
"&^%^!" she shrieks in her mother tongue. "$&&$( #&&($* #$&$&!!"
"What?! No, you have it all wrong, I'm not who you think I-- !"
"&#&$ $&$&$& #& &#&&&!"
She gapes at the accusation leveled before her, before she narrows her eyes. "First of all, that was entirely uncalled for. Second of all, I don't even know who that is!"
"&&&#&#&&#&#!!"
"Well, if you didn't want to get impregnated by a lothario, you should've taken better precautions!"
A fist goes flying and Dawn manages to duck it. It leaves the Rodian woman spinning around....and accidentally deck one member of the local security force making rounds in the room.
"...ah, shavit."
She is a tactician by trade, it entails being able to see several moves ahead. With the fact that this run of bad luck was going to make her noticeable, she acts quickly. Spinning around, she reaches out to snatch the wrist of some other gambler. "CHEATER!" she cries. "EVERYONE'S CHEATING AT THIS TABLE."
...and plenty know what happens to cheaters in a casino full of people trying to make money, as she attempts to exploit their greed and the natural outrage of tampering with it by starting a good old fashioned bar brawl.
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What makes Dawn good at her job is her ability to play a vast mind game in her head and see the moves before they happen and then, even if dealt a really crap card, come up with an inventive solution to the problem. This solution was pretty haphazard but it worked. The Casino erupts into a giant brawl. Smashed glasses, thrown food. People throwing other people onto tables and pumbling the ever living crap out of them. It was just the right amount of Campy for thise specific genra of stupid fun. Devii, having been just that good at blending into the crowd notices the trouble Dawn might be in. The security force is now preoccupied by the brawl, too much to be looking for Fin. The only one who remains steely is that FO Counter Intel Officer. His cold eyes glance about the room, looking for only one person. Finn... and he sees him. However, he did not know of Devii who was comming right for him now that there was an opening, a large whiskey bottle in her hand. She levels the thing back and blind sides him up the head before grabbing him close, blaster to his temple, and dragging him back behind some machines. "Where is he!" She growls at him. "Where's the contact!" Alarms start to blare as more security is being called to help with the four that are trying to quell the now intense melee inside the casino.
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The FO LT is flabbergasted and a bit disoriented, "What? Who... you tratorious scum... I." He starts to piss himself, "My shuttle! Aft Corridor! Please I just want my mommy!"
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"Wow, she really doesn't do subtle," Finn observes of Dawn's chosen method of extraction. Blissfully unaware of the Lieutenant who had spotted him, Finn steps to help get Dawn out of the center of this spreading melee. "Come on," he urges the slight officer, "Stay with me, this might get rough-" the table beside them both collapses under the weight of a brawling Duro and Devaronian.
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It is amazing what a single word can accomplish in the right environment.
Glass shatters around her. Chairs are thrown around. As the small security force is suddenly overwhelmed by a bigger fight than they expected, Dawn gets down on her hands and knees as she crawls away, reaching up so she can pull the hood of her jacket up over the tousled, dark bind that her hair has been swept up in. She attempts to keep herself low, crawling under one of the casino tables and staying there until she finds a clear opening to move...and she does.
Upon clearing it, her hand is suddenly grabbed, and she almost screams, but at seeing Finn, with adrenaline pumping in her system and her eyes wide and filled with both fear and exhilaration - she is /still/ Corellian after all, and her people are incredibly susceptible to the heat of the moment - she's so relieved she nearly hugs him in front of everyone. But she settles for /getting the hell out of dodge/ now that someone more capable than her in a fight is with her, keeping close and hunching as they attempt to get away.
"Had to happen," she tells Finn breathlessly. "That crazy Rodian trollop thought I was her husband's mistress, subtlety was out the window the moment she called me a...nevermind, I can't say it without blushing. Where's Devii?!"
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Devii is still with LT. Peepants. "Finn, get Dawn to the aft section. There's an FO shuttle there, Birthing 226. She can get in. That's where the contact is." She pauses looking over the Counter Intel Officer she has at gun point, a wide grind comming to her lips. "I need to take out the trash. I'll meet you back at Felicity." She stands up and starts to drag the Officer through the brawl and out into the corridors of the station.
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"Do Rodians even- forget it," Finn begins, raising a hand to his ear to drown out the chaos around them as Devii gives instructions. "Aft section, berth two-two-six," he repeats with a nod, one hand on Dawn's arm to help her in the right direction, the other still in his coat. "The red chutes end in incinerators, the rest in compactors," he notes to Devii, thinking he's being helpful.
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She lets the former stormtrooper lead her away, Dawn huddled by his side and running as fast as she can to keep up - just two civilians attempting to escape the mess that the casino has become. The large brawl is giving them a few advantages now at the very least - it enables Dawn not just to escape, but also to shield what Devii is doing with the counterintelligence agent, her exit with Finn....and calling more security into the main room. The more of the facility's resources they can divert to there, the better, while they move elsewhere to where the need to be.
The operations officer is looking at him confusedly, though, when he mentions something about incinerators and trash compactors. "...we're not going through there, are we?" she asks.
When they reach Berthing 226, she pulls out her datapad and a few cords, using her toolkit to get through the protective steel paneling of the circuits she needs to get it open. Her first attempt causes sparks to leap at her fingers, shocking her and burning her skin. She bites back a yelp.
"I'll have to go another way," she tells Finn grimly, and proceeds to do just that.
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On their way to the aft section of the Station where the battleship black FO Lambda Shuttle is parked they pass by numbers of Casino Security heading back to the main floor where the brawl is happening. They don't bother with the two as they have other thing on their minds but with the presence of more security hands to quell the melee it wouldn't be long until they'd return back to their posts and they'd be looking for their missing Leiutenant. At least it is quiet back here now, neary an echo or two from the commotion further inside the station. There dosn't seem to be any troopers or droids with the ship, the Counter Intel Officer must have been traveling alone. Which makes sense for a now stretched thin military force such as the First Order.
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"No, we're not," Finn answers Dawn when she asks about going through compactors. "Devii needed to-" take out the trash, which he belatedly suspects was not literal. "Oh, never mind. Do your work on the terminal, I'll keep watch until you get it open."
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It's being stubborn.
Dawn grits her teeth when the systems fails to let her through. "Let me try something else," she mutters, quitting her cracking modules entirely and calling up a more basic decryption one. "If this is going to start happening, I'm going to have some of our intel guys teach me actual slicing, there's only so many algorithms I can improvise with my current knowledge base..."
She takes a breath as she starts going through the most likely security strings and dismantling them. "Like breaking into a vault by touch," she murmurs. "Stars, maybe I really don't like it unless it's challenging..."
...and lights go from red to green. "Done!" She rips her cords away and steps back into Finn's protective shadow. "Let's go."
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The ship is prestine and utilitarian, much like Finn remembers much of the FO infastructer to be. There's only a few places someone can hide on a Lambda and all of them were empty. However, this one had an addition. Something Finn didn't remember ever cleaning. There's a room where a setion of crew bunk should have been. Beyond is an array of screens and computers flashing various ammount of intelligence information. In an 'interogation' (torture) chair is Finn's old frend. RU-MP99 also just known as Rump. He's bleeding and in bad shape. Really messed up. "No... no more!" He says weakly.
Devii comes over the comms, "What's taking you guys so long. It looks like they've settled things up at the Casino and are back on the hunt."
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Finn steps promptly inside, drawing his blaster as the last chance to pose as innocent civilians is left behind at the hatch way. Curtly, he reports to Devii, "We're in," before instructing Dawn with a nod, "Keep behind me." Sweeping through the shuttle, blaster at the ready, Finn at last comes to that ugly chair. "RU-MP99?" Part of stormtrooper training must be reciting serial numbers quickly. Holstering the weapon again as he steps to start freeing the bloodied but still familiar face, he snaps to Dawn, "Can you do field triage?"
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At Finn's request, she stays behind him as they move into the ship.
Green eyes grow wide when they end up in the ship, staring at the screens and the intelligence information scrolling up, as well as the man on the chair. Dawn is already moving quickly, fingers lifting in an attempt to check his vital signs. She's no medic, but whatever rudimentary knowledge of medicine she knows is put to bear here, and it isn't difficult - he's in very poor shape.
There's a wealth of information here, and there's /now/ an injured person to account for.
"I can attempt first aid, but from his injuries, I can't guarantee that he isn't bleeding internally," she says, looking up at Finn. "And people are going to notice if we try and get him out of here." There's a glance further down the hallway, her lips settling in a grim line. "We have two choices, attempt to get what we can, get out of here and leave him....or we take it all."
Green eyes fall back on Finn. "Most of security is still in the main hall. If we move fast enough, we might be able to do it, but I'm not a pilot. The decision is yours."
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"FN-2187, is that you?" Coraks the man who is very much in need of more then just Field triage. "It's... it's too late for me. They took... t-t-took my implant and put it in the computer." He raises a hand towards the screens. "I..." And then life leaves his body, eyes gloss over, and his body goes limp. Such a horrible thing, lasted with his wounds just in time to give just the right ammount of information to our interpid hero's. It's like the Force was really looking out for them.
"Hey... is this ship supposed to be open?"
Or Not. Guards where returning to their posts and two who were assigned this birthing are now just arriving, a bit beaten and battered but alive and well. "I dunno, Jeb, let's check it out." They didn't seem to bright.
"You're in, great? Listen it's getting hairy out here. Can any of you fly?"
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"We're not leaving him," Finn states with a tone of finality and a hard look at Dawn that the poor girl didn't deserve. "Yes, it's me.. hang on, it's never too late-" until sometimes it is. "Hang on, Rump. These doctors we've got can fix anything, hang on." Finn isn't stupid, and the reality has already set in, as Dawn weighs options aloud, and Devii weighs in. "No. I'm not a pilot," he states quietly. He gestures for Dawn to move toward the indicated computer if she hasn't already, and draws his blaster again, expression hardening.
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/We're not leaving him./
She gets a hard look, but sympathy fills her eyes instead when Dawn replies: "Alright, let's-- " But Rump makes the decision for them as he dies on the chair. She grits her teeth, and moves to the computer, snatching the man's cerebral implant off where it is being scanned and stuffing it in her pocket. With the former stormtrooper's blaster back out, she moves back to his shadow, staying close, but behind him.
"We're going to have to rendezvous back with Devii, if neither of us can't fly," she whispers. "I'm going to see if I can't make our lives a little easier."
Going back to the computer console in the room, she pops the panel open and rewires a few circuitboards. Slipping them back inside, she closes it and gets into the First Order frequencies queued into the ship, accessing its communications array. Using the mounted mic, she clears her throat. "All hands to fore. I repeat, all hands to fore. Target FN-2187 spotted in these coordinates." And she rattles off a series of numbers.
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Just as the two goons are about to start up the ramp of the Lambda they stop. Hearing Dawn's sexy and soothing voice, such sultry Antilles tones convincing them that yes. Finn is infact in the fore section. "Aww... hell... that bonus is mine!" He pushes his partner back and starts at a run. "Not if it's mine first Jeb." They race each other out of the birthing.
"Huh... good thinking Lieutenant... better get back here quick with what ever Data we can get. Path should be clear." Comes Devii over the comms. And indeed there shouldn't be any more hinderances.
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Finn is poised just out of sight by the hatch, blaster in hand and ready to shoot their way out or go down, blaster blazing. Instead, Dawn's mix of communications work and misdirection open a clear path. The former FN-2187 lingers only long enough to offer a quiet, "Sorry, MP99," before hurrying out off the shuttle, eyes sweeping the suddenly cleared bay.
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And it works.
"There's something to be said about the path of least resistance," Dawn murmurs, before she gets to where Finn has positioned himself, the perfect angle to catch people unawares if a firefight needs to happen. With the rest of the path clear, she hurries quickly after him - but still somewhere behind him, her heart still hammering in her chest. There's a regretful look over her shoulder at the dead Stormtrooper, but she continues on.
"I'm sorry, Finn," she tells him quietly as they start to head back out and towards where Devii is waiting for them.
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Devii frowns as they return but without the contact. She gives a nod to them and heads to the bridge. "Take a load off you two... R4... let's get out of here." She'd stop over somewhere to make sure there were no trackers on her ship before heading back to blackrock but no doubt the trip bacck would be rather silent. Was this a win? She couldn't tell. Who knows what this would mean down the line and what it was that MP99 was carrying in that inplant of his that was so important.
