Log:Resistance: Better Bothawui
Better Bothawui
OOC Date: June 03, 2018
Location: Bothawui
Participants: The Resistance: Devii, Dawn Antilles. Kaiden, Silver Astro (Ektor), and Nova Korell. Ambrosia Greystorm as the Bothan Yul Van'dolo and company.
The Mission: After the events of the the CRV Sacrifice being attacked during a diplomatic mission, it has become clear that we need to dispatch an Intel mission to the Bothan homeworld to investigate the clan of Bothans who attacked this meeting. Covert Operatives need to to pose as religious messengers come to spread the word of the Church of the Force, while infiltrating the Bothan compound. We're looking for information on possible captives and any info on who may have alerted their people about our meeting.
Corporal Devii Keva was still unnoticable enough on most worlds to get away with an intel mission like this. Besides, she knew how to throw a makeshift disguise together. Years of undercover training and law enforcement comming together. Though, that's not to say she didn't have her flaws in that area. Huge, gaping, glaring, over the top flaws. Like the paint job she had the NAVY put together for her Luxury Yacht, the space Limo. Slapped together rainbows and all sorts of trippy colorful flowers and paintings. Real boheimian. It didn't help, that when the intel unit landed, she cam strutting down the ramp with a strut in her step, bandana around her head with a flower in her hair. Two bright colored round sunglasses covering her already outlandish and alien colored orange eyes. "Bothawui, man..." She drawls, "What a lovely place. Thank the force." Playing the part she was.
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To say the 'Space Limo' stands out like a sore thumb on the tarmac of this stately facility would be a criminally understating understatement. Visually, the Bothan Compound is a network of opulent buildings composed of tall spires and blocky structures and serves as Consulate for the Bothan Diplomatic Corps and estate for some of the gov't workers. It is also rumored to contain secure, underground connections to disguised 'safe houses' for elements of the Bothan Spy Net.
Colorful reflections of air speeders and whimsical clouds are mirrored in the casements on high, hiding the faces of security stationed there. Also colorful are the compound grounds, divided into orderly gardens and meticulously scaped footpaths.
A pair of esteemed Diplomatic Corps members are strolling along one such path now, robes and finery bustling about as they confer with someone on comlink and adjust their heading as needed to intercept some short-notice visitors. (AKA - Y'ALL) "'Church of the Force'...This was mosht unexpected," rumbles the good Councilor Yul Van'dolo to her Aide as they march along, "but not imposhible to accomodate. Have you rescheduled my afternoon appointments?"
"Yesh, of course," Zasc Trohan replies, confirming the change on his datapad before turning the screen to her for acceptance. A small retainer of armed guard is catching up to the bustling dignitaries for show and, possibly, protection.
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Among the Resistance ranks, their new Operations Officer is a new face - relatively young, and looks all the more so with her demeanor and large, green eyes. Given her studious nature, she has studied everything she could about the assignment and where they were going - and importantly, who they are supposed to be impersonating. Unfortunately, the vision she has concocted in her head regarding the Church of the Force doesn't seem to match up with the one that the corporal has put together for herself, and the question becomes whether to go with what she has thought up, or follow along so she looks like part of the group.
She elects the latter.
Though Dawn Antilles' disguise is still somewhat muted compared to the corporal's, clad in black leggings and boots. She has a top on that is more flamboyant than her typical style, imprinted with a chaotic kaleidoscope of warm colors with splashes of green and blue, to match the bandanna holding her blonde wig in place. A pair of sunglasses large enough to obscure half her pale mien is perched on her nose, and her own flower is tucked behind one ear.
The Bothan diplomatic corps do not pass her notice - their trajectory towards them is brisk and unerring, but she takes the time to quickly survey their present landscape. She is especially mindful of the small contingent of armed guards quickening their pace somewhere behind the two dignitaries, and feels her heartbeat escalate while electricity slithers down her spine in anticipation.
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Silver Astro emerges into the Bothan sun with a serene coolness to her bearing that would make the heart of a comet jealous. Hair left loose, attire free flowing with every easy step, and a beautific smile in place beneath half-lidded eyes which wander unhurried over their surroundings.
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While Nova is here to serve the same purpose as the good Councilor's armed guard, she's trying to be more low-key about it. Her forged identity is the best the Resistance can provide, and it's not like the First Order has any reason to look for her anymore, not after that deadly shuttle crash out on the Rim (which wasn't as deadly as reported).
Some flitterflies in the stomach are inevitable, though, as she slips a shoulder-slung satchel into place over her loose cream-colored trousers tucked into calf-length spacer's boots in warm brown, colorful tunic-styled top, and the electric blue scarf tied on over her pale hair. It's a bit garish, but not unflattering in its own way. And it definitely helps disguise her soldier's muscles and conditioning. She peeks out the hatch of the 'Space Limo', just behind Dawn, ready to assume her own role as Moonbeam Altair.
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Devii stretches casually as she waits for the others to head down the ramp of her Ship the Felicity. A luxury 3000 yacht otherwise known as a space limo to those in lay-mans terms. She checks out her surrounding on the 'dl'. Looking for escape routes and guards... the closest person she can take hostage and hold a gun to their head. That was thing Right. She smiles brightly, her white teeth showing through her blackened lips. "Oh baby... here comes the hot'cha'cha." She's referring to the diplomatic core. She was heavy into her roll. A real method actor. Turning to see Silver comes down, she's glad the juggernaut was with them. The Zeltron had gotten them out of a lot of scrapes in the past. Then comes Dawn, and yeah the green Mirialan checks her out of a bit though her focus is right on Nova when she arrives, giving the young woman a wink and a smile. Turning around once more to face the Diplomats she flutters out her jacket (which has sewn in patches that say, May the Force Be With you. And The Force Saves.) "Alright, alright, alright. Children of the force. Can you feel it flow through you today. The sun on our faces, the fresh air. Yeah."
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If the Bothans can feel that shining sun, they don't appear to be absorbing good feels and happy smiles from it. Long muzzles, shorter snouts, browns and reds and blondes and gray...as a species, their phenotypes are a bit diverse. The handful lining up to greet/square off against the new arrivals seem like a sampler platter of Bothan genetics. The female with black 'mane' and grey-furred face flicks one of her pointed ears and steps forward from her entourage.
"On behalf of the Bothan Diplomatic Corps, we welcome you," Yul purrs out with all the politeness expected of her position and maybe at least half the sincerity. "You can imagine that a visit from people of your following comes as quite the schurprise, given the perilous ....schentiment adrift in the galaxshy we live in." There's an awkwardly long pause while the Bothans soak in the sight before them and try not to cringe away from the ridiculous nature of it all. Fuzzy muzzles twitch, then Yul continues to speak. "I am Counsilor Van'dolo, one of the faces representing our people to those who /grace/ us with their 'presence'," hahaha "And this," she gestures to the younger male at her side, "is my Aide."
"Zasc Trohan," the Aide speaks and bows his russet-furred head respectfully.
"What mishion of yours sees you beschtowing us with your company?" She hazards to ask.
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"Whether you feel it or not, the power of the Force is with us all, sister," Silver Astro lilts in response to Devii, swaying with the breeze to bring her eyes onto the Bothans. The Zeltron woman intones, "Rejoice, councillor: for you and your clan hear this before all others: the greatest power in the Cosmos lives within you, it has raised kingdoms and toppled civilizations, and now we bring the serenity of this Force to any among your people with ears to hear.."
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The Zeltron wasn't really known as a resistance fighter, at least not as of yet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to mix up his appearance somewhat. That being said, he doesn't try to be another species, and instead opts to go as a Zeltron, clad in the flambouyant robes and clothing more suited to his kind. From the back of the group he steps forward, his eyes taking in the Zeltron woman for a moment with that sort of superficial and racial allure resonating in his own smile. "Well..."
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Bothans are notorious schemers and as the dignitaries step before them, Dawn can't help but remember the word - in text and rumors that she has collected and accounted her in her travels. But to actually see them as they are, and in their own turf, is another animal entirely. She can already feel the humid touch of exhilaration run down her back as they come closer, and after a quiet breath, she lets her own smile tilt upwards, folding her arms together and leans forward in a slight bow to the waist - the way Jedi used to, back in the days of the Old Republic.
"May the Force be with you, Councillor Van'dolo. My name is Imam, a humble initiate of the Church. While I very much understand the surprise, we can't be expected to tremble before adversity, not when we are fully determined to spread our ministry across the Galaxy. That is what brings us here today - to preach the word to those who would listen." After a pause, she lets out a light laugh. "Or even those who are curious! Really, these days, we'll take almost anything we can get."
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Nova shadows a faint smile to Devii, sliding her wraparound tactical shades on as she steps onto the boarding ramp. Mirrored as they are, at least she can look around without anyone seeing her eyes. Which will probably help with the whole disguise thing.
At the back of the little group, she tries to breathe deeply and sway with the breezes, as everybody else seems to be doing. With the Bothans there, hot air might definitely harsh the mellowness. Even the Eggman might be bothered.
Her eyes sweep the spaceport as she rolls her head meditatively. Moonbeam is groovin', but Nova is staying sharp. What's dangerous here, aside from the Bothans' probing questions?
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"Yeah, your most esteemednessess." Devii slithers that sweet sloothy talk, wrapping her head around that stoner roll real well. She did disappear to the refresher for 20minutes towards the end of the flight. Was that really just your standard bio break? "The galazy needs saving in these dark times and the Force brings answers. It's grace and the words of those touched by it need to be spread far and wide so that the healing can begin." She brings closed fists to her chest.
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Oh boy oh boy! More secrets to learn and file away and dangle above rival heads when the wanting is much...Zasc is young and while he might be a bit of an idiot in the righteous, arrogant eyes of his kin, he's got ambitions. Big ones. The Councilor's aide is standing erect with fur as passively smooth as it could ever be. He's listening. He's curious. He's eager.
"Mmm. How charming," Councilor Van'dolo murmurs and fur ripples in a way that suggests she feels otherwise. She pointedly doesn't look at her Aide, choosing instead to keep an eye on the self-proclaimed children of the Force. "Please, with so great a gift of knowledge to share, it is best we do so comfortably, yesh? No doubt you've much to say." A billowy-sleeved arm sweeps gracefully aside to draw attention to the beauty of the compound. "Let us go in. My Aide will show you to a room for refreshment that's being prepared as we shpeak. You musht be tired after so long a journey." And without waiting for acknowledgement, she turns her back on the crew and starts leading the way. The guards sorta linger around the outside of the group, passively keeping in step like this is all part of a day's work. Zasc, on the otherhand, falls behind his boss's lead to walk nearer to the Force's wisdom.
"You are followers of this religion, or shomething more...?" His basso rumbling resonates deeply in his chest, golden eyes gleaming. "Rumors abound of the Jedi's shurvival, much testimony in fact. But /I/ have never the opportunity to stand in the presence of such fabled power..." IS HE NOW??? Hungry eyes are wanting to know.
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Silver Astro maintains her serene smile, but keeps it subdued as her half lidded eyes shift to the young aide as they walk. "The Jedi are those who felt the thrumming heart of the galaxy," she lilts. "But the Force itself is eternal.. beyond the power of the Jedi to harness or end. It was, and is, and forever will be and we-" her hand stirs languidly to encompass her fellows, before including Zasc at the very end, "Now feel the thrumming pulse of the Cosmos as the Jedi did." Her smile deepens. "Would you like to hear more?"
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Ever perceptive, those hidden emerald eyes slide to the councillor and the perfect poker face (muzzle?) she wears; a wild contrast to the youthful Bothan standing next to her. With another gracious dip of her head, Dawn follows along with the party, taking several light steps to the side and slightly behind of Zasc as they speak. The landscape rolls past her periphery and she takes note of their armed escort - at the very least, the darkened lenses of her sunglasses do well to hide how her irises are moving.
"Your hospitality is commendable and very much appreciated, Councillor. We've traveled very far, indeed, to spread word of the Force, that which binds all things - including you and I, and your aide."
The latter's question has her smiling ruefully. "I can't speak for my companions, only for myself," she tells Zasc. "But while the power has seen it fit to bless others, I am happy to follow where it leads and nothing more. I was born into the Church, but I have yet to see its miracles with my own eyes. My father, however, has, and his stories of what he has witnessed inspired me to embark upon this path so I, too, can be rewarded for my faith."
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While the others seem to easily continue their ruse with the aide, the Zeltron male can detect something about the Councilor that isn't aligned with the aide -the councilor was either not buying their proverbial play, or was simply disinterested. So as the others of the group answer and indulge Zasc, Kaiden moves toward the councilor, aiming to pick at his ego a little bit and get his favor. "Comforts would seem very appreciated, and I could see that this place flourishes with your guidance -the Force works in mysterious ways, but clearly this is all from your hard work. Your people must adore you," his voice pours like mulled wine as he falls in stride beside the woman.
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Moonbeam just maintains her position at the fringes of the group, watching for potential threats as she strolls and sways with the cosmic vibes. Maybe the Force would let her know all and see all, but for now she'll trust her eyes more.
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Devii follows along like a good stoned little green one, floating with the breeze. "Man. I could use a nice hot cup of caf. That'd really hit the spot." SHe can't get much of a reasing at all off the bothans. She never had much interaction with them and research didn't seem to help her in this case.
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"My clan has served the interests of the Bothan people for centuries," Councilor Van'dolo boasts matter-of-factly to Kaiden as they stroll. Her robes whisper softly over the ground like they've got secrets of their own to spill. "It is a tense time, watching the fall of the Republic. Again."
Zasc chuffs a little chuckle at Astro's query and folds his furry mitts over his tailed rump. "Knowledge is the best defense and offense any being can wield. If your brethren are so inclined to share, who am I to turn a deaf ear?" His ears, for instance, are pitched forward. "Caf can easily be arranged."
And in they go. The entry atrium is airy and light, white walls soaring to heights between archways and lit by craftily cut windows and skylights. The polished marble floor practically reflects those who tread o'er it. Potted plants and benches line the walls and a small fountain burbles in the center. A little statue is mounted atop the arcing spray, depicting a couple dozen Bothan faces with a plague on the floor in front saying "We Remember".
"Right this way," Yul instructs, gruff accent seeming a bit out of place in this otherwise serene atmosphere. She leads them down a wing to the east and stops just outside an open conference room. Plush chairs encircle the table there and a wetbar is nestled in the corner. A small service droid is already waiting there with tray balanced on head and ice waters poured. "Zasc will make you comfortable while I tend to a few things before joining you. If you've need of the faschilities, he will direct you." She bows and steps aside to admit the others' entry.
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Her eyes pass the small memorial above their heads, and realizes immediately what it refers to.
Dawn says nothing about it however as she keeps moving forward with the rest. Instructions delivered by the councillor, she nods towards the Bothan female. "Thank you very much, councillor. We eagerly look forward to your company."
There's a glance to the room provided for them, and she manages to adopt a sheepish look. "Speaking of facilities," she murmurs, lowering her voice towards the aide and pantomimes a strained fidget. "May I ask where they are? It has been a very long journey."
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Silver recites almost musically, "The Force is the thread that is present in all things and in all times: it runs alike through moments of highest triumph and lowest despair, and to those wise few with the serenity of heart and mind to hear, that thread running from the dawn of the galaxy until it's final dimming can whisper to the willing spirit. Would you like to listen, Zasc?" She will glide into a seat and look to the Bothan.
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Kaiden smiles that perfect expression with pristine, Zeltron-perfect teeth as he steps into the chambers that are provided to them. His hands clasp behind his back as he moves fluidly into the proper of the room.
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"Oh!" The here-to-serve Aide pulls back his whiskers in a brief grimace of empathy to Dawn. "This way, Miss," and he motions her along to the next door in the hall. A nervous clearing of throat and subtle flick of his eyes at one of the guards to kindly keep nearby and walk their guest back when she's through sees him returning to the conference room...just long enough to let the service droid distribute the waters, program any desired mixed beverages into its system, then goes away to fix a nice, piping hot mug of caf for Devii as requested earlier. But not without pausing at Silver's side to flash a show of teeth. "I look forward to the discussion," he answers diplomatically but (gasp) honestly! "If you'll excuse me just a moment? The room's caf supply seems to have not yet been restocked...most regretable." His ears flatten a touch, eyes cutting a disappointed look to the droid before departing.
Yul Van'dolo settles her hackles a bit beneath her collar when Kaiden goes breezing into the room past her. She can't quite put her claw on it, but her doubts are becoming doubtful. And she doesn't like it. Judgements are best in absolutes, not fuzziness. Is it the Zeltron effect? Shaping her muzzle into a close-lipped smile, she bows her head once more to the group and disappears into the hall. Where is she going? Will she be back?? Time may tell...For the moment though, there are just a few guards idling in the hall and no one chaperoning the Church of the Force in bodily form.
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Moonbeam, following along, makes sure to be last into the chambers. Not that she can do anything about it if they're being followed, but it'd still be good to know.
She notes Dawn's mention of the facilities, and circles the edge of the room to join the officer and the councillor, her expression a bit pained. She leans over to speak softly to Dawn.
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Devii had found a nice lush couch to plop onto and eat some stuff lazily. She waits a moment, looking over to notice that they were the only ones in the room. "Alright. We don't have long..." Devii moves towards the door, looking out to notice the Guards. "Moonbeam." She calls, "Keep those pretty baby blues on the entorage while our pastor brings faith to us all by hopefully getting us the info we need." How, she didn't know but she was looking for a way out if they needed to get to another room.
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A potently /relieved/ expression overtakes Dawn's pale features when the aide gestures to the door down the hall. "Thank you very much," she murmurs. "I won't be long, I promise." She is about to take a step in that direction, but she is halted when Nova stays her with a hand. Listening quiety to the woman, she flashes her a brilliant grin, enough to chase a dimple out of her left cheek. "Sure," she tells her levelly, but enough for security to hear. "I'll see if I can grab a couple of towels for you."
And with that, she heads out of the room - the shadow of the security guard meant to follow her crosses her own, but she pretends not to notice as she makes a swift and speedy trot down towards the door; the very picture of a young woman hurrying for a /very good/ reason. However, she keeps her eyes and ears open for anything she can observe and listen into.
She pushes the door open once she reaches it, and ducks inside. She quickly inspects the space, to see if she can see, or hear, anything interesting.
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Astro remains seated, visibly the same calm, swaying presence at the center of the room, "Everyone... pastor of peace, here. Sit in a circle and join hands... Quickly please, we don't have long. Keep your breathing slow and steady, and someone... tell me where the surveillance nodes are, I'll do the rest." Once several seconds have elapsed in the peace and love circle, the Zeltron spy activates the slicing protocol, and abruptly states, "We need to be back here when they return, but surveillance is looped. Let's move, people. Find a datajack."
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She passes by a few Bothams along the way, listening to their words, but for all the galaxy - and her armed escort - to see, she barely notices them when she hurriedly ducks into the facilities and practically flies into a stall, the door slamming shut.
And there, Dawn waits.
After a few minutes, she pushes the flush button and steps out. Washing her hands and following the usual rigamarole prescribed by proper, civilized hygiene, she leaves the facilities and fixes a grin on the security guard. "I feel so much better," she tells him amicably while he escorts her back into the room. There's a blink, seeing individuals huddled around in a circle, as if in prayer.
"I almost missed this, you guys couldn't have waited for me?" she complains, moving to take a seat among them and lowers her voice.
"There's a terminal a few doors down from here, someone else was using it just a few minutes ago," she whispers. "I don't know much about slicing, but if we're sticking to the plan, maybe we can piggyback into that prior access?" There's a glance over her shoulder. "The problem is the guards if we want to get to it."
They are going to have to decide and act fast.
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Devii nods to Moonbeam and moves to take a seat in that circle. She waits patiently, covering Astro from the footage as she goes about linking into the security feed. As Dawn comes back the Mirialan bites her bottom lip. "If only we actually had a jedi..." She whispers. "There's got to be some way to distract or subdue them for a time."
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"We'd be limited by the prior user's access," Astro frowns in thought at the suggestion of piggybacking signals. "But it'll get us in, I can dig deeper from there. If someone can affix a signal splice to the terminal, I should be able to access it from here, so we don't need to work in the hallway." The Zeltron woman produces a small disc, about the size of a restraining bolt. "Volunteers? Get it on the terminal, and I can get in.""
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"I'll do it," Dawn volunteers quietly. "But I'll need a distraction." There's a glance over to the guards. "And I don't think I'm these guys' type."
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Kaiden glances toward the female Zeltron -their pheromones tended to work on the opposite sex, but Hell, he could give it a shot. He didn't have to seduce them, after all, just distract them. "You game, or just me?"
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Moonbeam, who'd come in unfastening her belt and pants in feigned distress, quickly turns and follows her right back out while doing them up again. "You and me both," she murmurs, almost too low for the guards to hear.
Back again, she moves to keep an eye on their watchers. "I don't think I am, either. But maybe they're open-minded?"
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Devii looks over to Kaiden and raises an eyebrow, then to Moonbeam. "Alright..." She sighs... "Let's get this over with." This was about to be the worst moment in her life for sure. She stands and moves over to joing Kaiden. "They'll at least like /one/ of us." She then struts out to meet the guards, back in character. "Oh hey feelas. Did you want to join in on the prayer circle. We need to do the love part now." Oh god it's just aweful, someone with seduction ability save us all from certain death.
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Devii is wobbling around and looks super intoxicated.
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"Just get it affixed, discreetly. Out of sight, if you can," Astro insists, tossing the splice to Kaiden. "Anyone else who's good with computers, stay here; I'm about to slice the Bothan security network, and I can use all the relays and false signals I can get," Silver Astro requests curtly.
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The Zeltron man had no freakin' idea what to do with the splice, but he does have a semblence of an idea (thank you Zeltros upbringing) on how to seduce some guards. So he very elegantly steps out into the hall behind Devii, discreetly pushing the splice to her back for her to take, because he didn't know what to do with it. This is as he passes her, stepping out in front of her and the guards both. Both arms slowly extend out to either side in faux religious dramatis pose, "Come, your love is needed to help our prayers in the Force." His pheromones and Zeltron empathy play no small part in this, practically putting the hall in a haze of unseen chemicals that make every bit of his body (half-exposed in bright, flambouyant mockery of robes) more alluring. Muscles ripple visibly beneath taut, smooth and red skin, contrasting his eyes and bright white teeth, outstretching his hands, one to either guard to take. It is all absurd, comical, and they are completely entranced.
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Moonbeam, seeing the splice change hands, slips in behind the Mirialan and claims the device, quickly setting it into place. "Good job," she whispers amusedly to Devii, bending to the task.
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The Guards look on with disgust at Devii, though thankfully Kaiden comes by and is able to subdue them a bit and have their eyes stay away from the seemingly intoxicated women as the Zeltron passes her the splice. There is a moment as Devii freezes and she blinks attempting to move forward but one of the guards stops her. "OH. I'm sorry. Where was I?" He holds her stomach as she Nova comes by to help and attempts to look sick. "I don't feel so good..." She heads back towards the room.
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As soon as the data feed goes live, Silver Astro's eyepiece is on, and she undertakes a dizzying series of network bypasses, false codes, and security decoys to get into the meat of recent Bothan clan politics: missing persons, recent deaths, which clans are in ascent, and which in decline. Poor Dawn's input feed shuts down almost immediately, a patsy for one of Astro's proxies. The Zeltron's every synapse will be acheing on the way home, assuming they make it that far. She slowly starts to smile, even as a trickle of blood works down her chin from a bitten lip. Under her breath, the whispers, "I just sliced the Bothan Spynet." The remote command is given for the data splice to erase itself, which takes place with nothing more than a wisp of smoke.
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At the moment, Dawn gets to work with her own input feed, leaving Silver Astro to shoulder most of the actual slicing - her task at the moment is to be a decoy for the Bothan Spynet's security protocols, and she does just that. The moment her input feed shuts down, she calls one up again and again and again, that tactician's mind active and at work - the thing that propelled her to do a quiet ruse that led her into discovering the terminal in the first place.
Now, she is busily doing what she can to eat up the Spynet's digital resources as a decoy and distraction while Astro mines the Spynet for the goods. She is nowhere /near/ Kaiden's caliber of seduction to distract actual beings, but /this/, she can do fairly well.
"We're going to have to get out of here as soon as possible once Silver gets whatever we can get our hands on," she murmurs softly. "Someone is going to notice this eventually."
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The Zeltron wanted to scream at the others to hurry up. He only had to distract these guards, but it isn't like they were females, and the man could only do so much. Luckily there is little taboo on his homeworld, and when one of the guards steps to stop Devii, the red-skinned man steps forward to lock lips with him, his other arm pulling the other guard toward them in that slow, seductive way. Pheromones are so thick in the air it is as if the room had full humidity, and could very well be making Devii actually sick. Sorry.
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Devii isn't actually sick, she's just playing, but stops acting so once she's back in the room with Dawn and Silver. "How's it going? I got a plan to get us out of here quick. A little..." She pulls out a vile. "Medical emergency... You got about a minute..." She says before downing the vile. "Oh this is going to suck."
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Moonbeam, much as she wants to help Kaiden, knows how well /that/ would work out. She instead moves to settle down beside the Zeltron, a little taken by the pheromones herself, and draws the second guard closer. So he's not looking at Dawn or Astro, or what they're doing.
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Silver Astro smiles at Devii, looking briefly almost delirious, "It's done," before she frowns in brief confusion at the Mirialan. "Where did that even- is there anything you /don't/ hide in your cleavage?" She mutters, nudging Dawn. "Pick it up, we're moving."
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She does what Astro asks. The younger Antilles shuts down and gathers up her gear. Time to move!
She is new to the Resistance, and with plenty to prove, but there are certain things about her that explain why Gren Delede keeps her on the bridge and not on the field. One, while absurdly intelligent, Dawn is /not/ a spy. Two, her constitution is woefully inadequate for almost any fieldwork - her weak heart and fluctuating health has kept her away from any decent flight programs in the galaxy, forever unable to follow in the footsteps of her legendary uncle.
This poor constitution /means/, unfortunately, that the moment she catches whiff of the humid cloud expelled by Kaiden, her eyes glaze over almost immediately. Emerald eyes fall on the lithely muscled, red-skinned Zeltron; slow Jazz music fills her brain and his hair shines under the comfortable ambient light. He's /still/ making out with the guard, deliberate movements seeming made in sweetly torturous slow motion in her addled senses, but it's as if the poor Bothan doesn't exist - a mere ant smoldering in the wake of the Zeltron man's utter /magnificence/.
"....marry me," she whispers, mostly to herself, and unaware that she's doing this /out loud/. If she was in her right mind, she'll probably be /mortified/.
But it's time to go and someone will probably have to yank her out to embark on their escape plan.
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Devii looks to Dawn, thinking she means her. "I only got eyes for Moonbeam baby." And just as she winks her eyes roll back in her head and she hits the floor. She starts to convulse and gyrate, foaming at the mouth. Yup. That seemed convincing enough.
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And speaking of Moonbeam... she's being kissed by a Bothan, doing her best to pretend he's as fascinating as he no doubt thinks he is and at least keeping his attention. Thank goodness for Bothan ego! She'd be happier if he wasn't trying to get her clothes unfastened, though. After all, they might have to run any minute.
And, apparently, that minute is now. The signal was whatever might happen to Devii, and Devii's now in the throes of a medical crisis! She blinks in dismay, not in the least feigned, and manages to push the Bothan guard away. "Oh, frell... she forgot her medicine again! We've got to get her back to the ship!" she exclaims, giving Kaiden a quick nudge to break his trance.
And that's about when Dawn's words reach her. "Double frell," she murmurs, trying to get up with half her clothes trying to fall open or off. That Bothan had fast hands. "We need to go! Medicine!"
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Devii says something to her, and Dawn blinks at her dazedly. "Huh? What was that?"
But then she's already keeling over, writhing and frothing in the mouth. For a moment, the Resistance's newly-minted operations officer is left staring, but she picks up the pace quick. She moves, more like stumbles, towards the door, and points at the guard ensnared in the Zeltron man's arms.
"You! Unhand my impossibly sexually attractive comrade! My sister in the Force has fallen to her unforgiving brain spasms. Please, we must get her to our transport so we can administer her medication!"
---
Luckily Kaiden isn't quite as influenced by the pheromones that he emits as the others do, but it still takes Moonbeam's nudge in order to yank the Zeltron from his lusty distraction. His lips rip away from the guard's, "Oh, our friend, go get help or something," he says, frantically, twisting. His own shirt has come off completely, hanging about his waist like a grunge sweatjacket. It doesn't stop him, and he's moving with bare torso straight toward the rest of the group. "Grab D-her!" He almost was about to say 'Devii', but instead points at the Mirilan for Moonbeam's benefit. Unaware of poor Dawn's poor constitution, the Zeltron seeks to help by grasping her hand and pulling her with him, "C'mon," he says, his gaze looking for Astro, "Go, bring her to the transport, I'll get the rest," he's telling Moonbeam, who seems to be the only one coherent. Well, besides the newly-minted officer he's pulling, but gut instinct says not to give her too much responsibility while in area of his pheromones, poor girl.
---
Devii is still convulsing on the floor. Thankfully a few of the guards step out to go help Devii. Some of the guards move off to go get help but less then a handful stay to make sure things here are clear and they get back to their ship. One might even help Nova with Devii. Totally the one that was making out with her. There's no problems getting back to the ship but just as they're loading Devii up the ramp of their happy fun time space limo. The alarms start to sound. That didn't take long at all.
---
"Right!" is Moonbeam's reply, the fog in her head clearing rapidly. She stoops to scoop up Devii, managing to get the Mirialan into a cradle carry, and turns for the door.
Or tries. Because her mostly-unfastened pants fall to her ankles when she moves. She mutters something not very nice in frustration and jerks her booted feet free of the pants, one at a time, lunging into a heavily-laden lope.
Somehow she keeps her balance with the convulsing Mirialan in her arms, and outside and up the ramp into the ship she manages to go. Just in time for the alarms to start sounding.
Not her best exit, but she and Devii are there! Hopefully with company!
---
This is why she stays on the bridge.
This is also why she doesn't usually drink, or indulges in recreational drugs.
That dazed stare remains even as Kaiden shoves the guard away - hopefully he does what he is bid - and as he reaches for her, he is still moving in slow motion, sleek muscles moving with every step, because oh stars, he's shirtless now. Every inch that eats away the distance between himself and her causes more color to flush in her cheeks and the pheromone cloud only adds more unexpected ridiculousness to the fantasy: there's a full on Jazz band playing in the corner, and for some reason Suluustians are messing with the lighting while being whipped by a domineering female shrieking orders to make it more romantic.
Dawn doesn't even realize he's grabbed her hand, but she /floats/ towards where he leads (she's actually following along in a stumbling run, but her hallucination is making her seem more graceful than she is). Dreamy questions part her lips. "Your hair..." she says distractedly as they run. "...is that a special kind of conditioner? What do you use? How many times do you go to the gym a week? Can I touch you, just a little?" Nevermind that he's tugging her along, but it's hard to notice the little details because of his eyes and shoulders and his everything.
"Do you taste like candy? You look like you taste like candy..."
But soon, they're boarded and /not/ a moment too soon. Once settled down on her designated seat, she's still watching Kaiden with that earlier, dreamy look.
She's going to pay for it later, once it wears off.
---
Kaiden has them all; Astro, Dawn, himself. Moonbeam and Devii are already boarded. So with a sigh of relief, the Zeltron heaps into a seat, briefly glancing with a somewhat polite, somewhat cautious smile toward Dawn. "You just like me because of the pheromones, it'll wear off," he murmurs in reassurance, before looking down at himself. "I liked these clothes," he laments.
---
The guards retreat back to the compound at the sign of the Alarm and the ship lifts off just before and docking clamps or shutdown can be activated and blasts away. Devii dosn't return to normal until a good hour or two later and even after that she is dizzy and not herself. She'll spend a good few days in her bunk after taking that chemical concoction.
