Log:Resistance: I Spy With My Little Eye

I Spy With My Little Eye

OOC Date: March 26, 2019
Location: Lianna City
Participants: Nova Korell, Rial Het, Greeson Rais, Sar Yavok, and Zero with Sapphira Yavok as GM. The Resistance.

SCENE

Lianna City, unlike most of the planets, asteroids, and other collections of drekky rock that make up the Tion Star Cluster, is actually a city. The whole planet, at that. One giant city. Whereas once it was a popular manufacturing port for the Imperials, it hasn't quite lost the economic boom that comes with being a steel-type town. Some parts are gorgeous in their wealth, sporting white cyllandrical skyscrapers, clean parks, sharp lines and clean designs. That's where the executives live. Then there's the actual manufacturing areas. Dirtier, grimier, but still with the weird fascination with cylandrical buildings. EVERYTHING IS A CYLANDER. Mag-lev trains run from one side to the other, carrying raw goods or processed materials. Large LED billboards promote the importance of cleaning up after oneself, or talk about how great one corporation is over the others. Each city cylander (rather than block) ends in a neighborhood dive bar. It's not poor, but it's definitely working class.

Yet something is stirring down in these here parts of the planet. New cylander-skyscrappers are going up. There's fewer bums to be seen. This particular area, it appears, is undergoing a bit of an economic jolt.

It's likely due to the large manufacturing plant, surrounded by a rounded perimeter of high fences and an opaque missile defense dome. It's an old plant that has been refurbished, and is still in the process of being expanded along the eastern side: the group can no doubt see the construction going on there. A sign out front reads SIENAR CORPORATION, and there is a distinctly noticable uptick of Lianna Defense Forces personnel 'round (get it?!) these here parts.

ABOARD THE OCILU OR WHATEVER.

It's clear at a glance that Lt. Sapphira Yavok will NOT be going on this mission. She's got her hair did, and is wearing her 90s JAG-style skirted intelligence uniform, the kind of thing that screams 9 to 5 desk job. Promotions, eh? She will, however, be leading the brief in the briefing room. She pulls up an arial picture SIENAR CORPORATION manufacturing plant, such as it can be seen with that stupid dome over it, and the surrounding neighborhoods. It includes everything from bars to schools to a train station to a questionable massage parlor.

"Right, so. For obvious reasons, we cannot just drop a few bombs and call it a day, today," Sapphira begins, glancing at the screen and then at the assembled misfits. "This is a standard human-intelligence focused recon operation. Our key components are route, zone, area, and force. We want to know the ins-and-outs of these neighborhoods and facilities, the zone of control excersized by Sienar and the Lianna Defense Forces, the topography and geography, and of course the forces we're up against. To that end,"

Sapphira turns to Sar and Nova. "Please focus on human intelligence today. Pose as townies, out-of-town workers, bar flies, lost tourists ... whatever works for you to get close and talk to people. You might try here," Sapphira zooms in on one of the local pubs near the manufacturing plant, "as it is a hangout for off-duty line workers and security guys, or..." she shifts the screen to the east side of the manufacturing plant, where the construction is ongoing. "here, to evaluate the perimeter, gather intel on the construction work, et cetera." Did her tone change slightly when addressing that pair, as though slightly more respectful? Hmmm.

Sapphira turns to look at Greeson. "Get comfortable around this construction area. You're the eyes in the sky today. I want you up high either on one of the nearest completed buildings around the construction sight, scoping out routes, patterns, so on."

She turns to Rial and Zero. "Thank you for volunteering your contacts. As you know, you've been arranged to have a tour of the public-facing portions of the facility by one of the facility managers. Eyes open, ears open, and if you get a chance to gander at some of their security or computer terminals without getting caught, take it." That last bit seems particularly aimed toward Zero.

Then, Sapphira looks back to the group. "Remember, this is an undercover op. Do not draw undue attention to yourselves. Do not initiate trouble. But if trouble comes, do not stand out by ignoring it. Get your cover stories straight in your head and be prepared to act to them, to stick to them. If something goes wrong..."

Sapphira considers a moment. "We'll probably come back to you. We'll try, anyway." Probably. Try. "Good luck."

Some minutes later, the Ocilu will drop everyone off. Now they're on their own to apply their own critical thinking to the mission objectives.

[Rial Het]

Rial Het listens to the briefing, nodding at a few appropriate places, and generally keeping a professional demanor. When his assignment is given, he leans nearer to Zero and makes a quiet inquiry of the room's other redhead, "Go in wit the cover y'set up for the last run, aye?" It's like thier accents only get worse when speaking to each other. "What you want t'be, then? Personal assistant? Head of production?" There's a one beat pause. "Secretary?" he cracks a brief grin at the last suggestion.

[Greeson Rais]

Greeson Rais was an odd individual. A little bit too tall, limbs a little bit too long, a little bit too cheerful for his own good, placeable as non-human to anyone who could tell the difference between one and the near-humans from the blasted (literally) planet of Niorde. Though he was quiet and attentive during the briefing, post-departure he sauntered around the construction area, outside of course, looking like an average civilian. He had on his standard set of clothes, a T-shirt, pants, shoes not boots, and a case for a long instrument slung over his back. He gave cheery waves and a statement of "Howdy mister!" or "Hi there ma'am!" to people he passed, until he reached the front doors of the new skyscraper. "I have to say, I quite like this architecture! Reminds me of a box of cigarras turned on its side!"

[Zero]

Zero, who has never shown her face at one of these meetings, has not suddenly starting doing so now. She's seated beside Rial dolled up all in shadowsilk with a hood and mask combination covering her features. She leans forward with her arms laid across her bent knees, listening intently until the briefing has concluded, then turns to regard Rial with the kind of quiet empty stare that only micro-optic goggles can produce. No doubt the look behind them isn't any different though. "Fine." In her heavily synthetically altered voice, she's off the bench and headed towards somewhere to change.

[FAIL ( -1)] Sar Yavok's Computer Use @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -48)] Sar Yavok's Knowledge: Surveillance @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +77)] Nova Korell's Computer Use @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +43)] Nova Korell's Climb @ (100) diff.

[Nova Korell]

"Guess there's not much to go over, then," Nova replies to Sapphira, tugging uncertainly at her jacket's elbows and hem. She's grown up in armor and athleticwear; regular clothes still feel rather odd to her. "With the size of this place, we'll have to farm out our surveillance." Catching up a backpack full of microcam droids, she hoists it up and shrugs into it. "Shouldn't take long to get these set up. Then we can go chat up the locals. Wish us luck, Sapph."

[Sar Yavok]

"Yeah, well...good luck with that," Sar offers back to Nova as he strikes a match on his boot and holds it up to the cigarillo that's hanging from his mouth. "I'm old fashioned, I guess," he says, coming up with an excuse for why he's so terrible with electronics.

[FAIL ( -5)] Nova Korell's Move Silently @ (100) diff.

[Sapphira Yavok]

GREESON RAIS

As Greeson Rais, weirdo extraordinare, approaches the skyscrapper, he will be greeted by a security guard. Think of him as a rent-a-LDF (Liana Defense Force). The humanoid with his humanoid beer belly nods in response to Greeson's ramblings. "You forget your keycard?" he asks the man. "You'z gotta buzz the intercom for the desk girl if so." He helpfully points at the intercom. It seems that if Greeson wants to get into the building by the front entry, he'll have to figure out how.

ZERO AND RIAL

Once Zero is changed and ready to go, the illustrious pair will be able to step out into the streets of Lianna City. There are several routes to get them to the main gates of the arial-fonted SIENAR CORPORATION plant, where they will find a few guards doing their guard-thang and a lackey in a suit, all smiles and ready to welcome their guests for the tour. In fact, he says welcome. Four times in a row. Because that's not obnoxious. "Just come right in here to security, and they'll tgive you your temporary badges! I am Kien-Ho, and I will be conducting your tour today. How may I address you two?" Time to start bluffing, Irregulars!

NOVA AND SAR

Nova and Sar, soldiers extraordinnaires, hit the streets with their goodie bag of survaillence equipment. While some of the locations are not ideal for survaillence, if the pair generally sticks to busy crossroads they'll no doubt catch images of something. Whether that something will be useful to the Intel offices later remains to be seen. Problem, however: busy intersections are busy. And Lianna Defense Forces wander up and down on their beats. Perhaps, then, it's no surprise that as Nova is shimmying to a better vantage point near such a busy location that the pair get spotted. "Hey now!" the beat copper calls out, setting a hand pre-emptively on his holstered weapon but not pulling it. "What're you doing up there? That's Lianna City Property!" Rut ro! What will they do?!

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Fail! (3)

[PASS ( +4)] Rial Het's Bluff @ (100) diff.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Fail! (18)

[FAIL ( -33)] Rial Het's Knowledge: Surveillance @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -37)] Rial Het's Hide @ (100) diff.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Success! (67)

[PASS ( +51)] Greeson Rais's Climb @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -44)] Greeson Rais's Throw @ (100) diff.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Fail! (30)

[PASS ( +16)] Nova Korell's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +58)] Zero's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[Rial Het]

"Lord Jacquet Hainault, Baronet of Jhantoria, of the Thirty-seven Noble Families of Desevro," Rial introduces himself with the appropriate haughty manner one might expect of such a title. "I may be addressed as Lord Hainault." A small motion of one hand is made to indicate Zero without looking. "And Director Lynch, who will be overseeing the Desevrar project." A slow turn of his eye about the area, rather plainly noting any visible guards or surveillance equipment. "Are these the standard security measures which should be in place around any such facility?" Given the appropriate badge and ID, the tour begins.

[Greeson Rais]

"Oh! Thanks!" Greeson said, startled by a sudden confrontation he wasn't expecting. Not being the type to, y'know, lie his way past, he simply moved along, instrument case and all. The fun part about cylindrical buildings was, you never quite knew where you were! He scouted for back doors, found one with a lock, jiggled it, and oh my goodness it was actually locked! Not being a lockpicker, he couldn't do anything about this either. "Gosh!" he exclaimed, then took a step back and looked UP.

There. Third story. Perfect.

Gree took the instrument case off his back and placed it carefully on the ground. Propping it open a little bit, he prevented the high-powered long-ranged murder weapon inside from being visible to prying eyes and withdrew a small E-grapple, connected to thin rope. Perfect. Snapping the case shut, he spun the grapple around loosely and let it fly!

Tatooine Farmboy with an E-11, Greeson Rais was not. The grapple bounced off the durasteel frame, clipped the windowsill, and careened back into the redhead's head. Thunk. "Ouch!" There was a little cut left, fixable with flimisplast, but a reminder of the fact that he was well out of practice. "Well then!" he concluded, tucking the grapple back away, putting the case on his back once more, and started to carefully ascend the side of the building via ledges and gaps in the walls. Being a sniper meant being able to climb, and though he lacked his supporting rope, he intended to do just that.

[Zero]

Celes makes her way along behind Rial with a pair of spectacles in place upon her brow and a datapad clutched to her chest. She's wearing business clothes with her red-blonde hair tied up into a neat bun at the base of her skull. Behind her glasses she's gazing about looking for security points and camera locations. When her name is given, she bows her head curtly and lowers out her datapad to gaze down upon it as if something very pressing prevents her addressing them directly.

[PASS ( +73)] Nova Korell's Climb @ (100) diff.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Fail! (44)

[PASS ( +79)] Greeson Rais's Hide @ (100) diff.

[Nova Korell]

Oops... busted. Nova looks down at the officer, blinking owlishly. "Oh, sorry! I was trying to see if that really /was/ a buzzmoth nest on the side of that building," she replies, pointing to an actual nest in that very spot. She'd seen mention of a local species of electricity-sucking vermin in the briefing, and now the knowledge has come in handy.

See? Reading really is fundamental!

She begins climbing down, managing to do so without falling. "Sorry to be a bother. I wasn't going to hurt the equipment or anything. I've just never seen a nest up close," she explains, once she's back on solid ground.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Success! (97)

[Sar Yavok]

Taking a long drag from his cigarillo, Sar watches the exchange between Nova and the security officer. Knowing he's not the best at subterfuge, the Lt. Colonel just bides his time, waiting to see if he's gonna have to go ahead and throw down.

+Chance roll by Sapphira Yavok - (50/50) Fail! (25)

[Sapphira Yavok]

RIAL AND ZERO

Kiet-Ho practically teeters at the title. "Lord Hainault," he says, offering a bureaucrat's attempt at a bow in the man's direction. He does the same for Director Lynch, though it's much more of a nod of aknolwedgement. Even then, Kiet-Ho only has eyes for HIS LORDSHIP. Who can blame the starstruck little man?! Once all is said and done, the tour begins. Kiet-Ho will usher the pair to a speeder that looks suspiciously like a golf-cart, in which his lordship and her directorship may sit on the back to overlook the things they pass. Kiet-Ho sits in the front with the driver, but turns toward the pair so he can talk them through what they're seeing. "Oh, no your Lordship," the man fawns. "As you know, Sienar has received some exciting new military contracts in the last several months. This facility is the prototype of what we hope will be many such facilities. However, given the sensitive nature of such work, and the unfortunate rise in terrorism around the galaxy of late, we are taking state-of-the-art precautions to protect our workers, our clients, and the interests of both!" He continues talking as they ride into the shadow of a great mawing hanger. It blocks out what light of the sun manages to pass through the protective dome over the plant. "As we expand, it is within these walls that we will conduct our most bleeding-edge research, making sure to provide our clients with a technological leg-up against their competetors. Lianna City is perfect for that! We wanted a location that was not too far out of the way, but would still provide privacy..." he goes into a spiel about how wonderful Lianna City is, with all the lovely amenities.

GREESON

Poor Greeson with his bruised forhead can't get a break today. While he is able to scale to the third-story window of the apartment building, a woman carrying her laundry up from the basement washing machines very nearly ruins everything. It is only due to his quick skills as a sniper that Greeson is able to hang back, against the side of the building, until the potential ruiner-of-things has gone by. He remains unseen. Once the woman is gone, and the humanoid is through the window, he will find himself in the main hall of the building. From there, it is easy peasy to get to either the lifts or the emergency stairwell (which opens to the back door down below) to take him to the roof of the cylandrical building.

NOVA AND SAR

Nova's apparent rabid interest in the local species of electricity-sucking vermin sucks the poor officer right in. He looks up, tilting his helmet back slightly as he squints nearabouts where the woman had been climbing. "Huh," he mutters, shaking his head. "I don't see anything. Buzzmoth nest, huh? I'll mention that to the service guys next time they come through. But don't be climbing anymore 'round here now, miss. It's dangerous." He tips his helmet in Nova's direction, and seems to be ready to go before he notices Sar and shoots the man a warning of his own. "No loitering, sir! See to your business and move along!" It seems, though, that the officer has little desire to hang around and interrogate them further, for he continues on his beat.

[PASS ( +69)] Nova Korell's Computer Use @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +4)] Nova Korell's Climb @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +38)] Nova Korell's Move Silently @ (100) diff.

[Rial Het]

Rial Het half turns aside to instruct 'Director Lynch', "Do take note of the basic precautions, Director. Even if not a prototype facility, I have no intention of permitting rivals or rabble to undermine our project on Desevro." That instruction given, his austere attention returns to their guide and the cutting edge facility being constructed, adding relevant questions in the form of orders from time to time, "Tell me the projected daily shipping needs when such a facility is at production," and so forth.

[FAIL ( -29)] Rial Het's Knowledge: Surveillance @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +39)] Nova Korell's Knowledge: Tactics @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -5)] Greeson Rais's Perception @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +67)] Rial Het's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +9)] Zero's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[Greeson Rais]

Stairs or elevator. Stairs or elevator. Whilst Greeson Rais was a proponent of good, healthy exercise and under other circumstances would have happily taken the stairs, he was on a time limit. So into the turbolift he walked, instrument case on his back, and pressed the button with the biggest number. The music was pretty jaunty, and Gree bopped his head along.

The top floor was offices, big expensive ones, but luckily it was a short wander from turbolift to stairs and he followed those up one flight to the roof.

WHOOSH! One thing he'd learned from hanging out in blasted-out skyscrapers was that roofs were windy! He squinted and looked about as his formerly impeccable hair was tousled menacingly by the breeze! "Bother!" he swore. He wandered towards the edge of the building, fenced off because OH&S was a thing here, between large coolant systems and their equally loud fans. Literal fans, not supportive fans. There was the construction site. He squinted, and placed the weapons case down. Open it popped, and from within he withdrew... macrobinoculars! Greeson Rais was not that stupid. He tuned the binocs, aimed them towards the construction site and... "OH MY GOD!" BLEACH! GET THE BLEACH! SOME THINGS MAN WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE!

[Zero]

"Okay." Director Lynch says in the most believably director voice she can manage and makes notes upon her datapad. Which she sends to such individuals who might find this data useful on the other teams. Rial has all the talking handled, no reason for her to go screw it up by adding a bunch of nonsensical hoopla.

[Nova Korell]

This is trickier than she would've thought... especially finding good spots to watch! Fortunately for Nova, the rest of her career as a professional droid-planter is pretty uneventful, save for some hairy high-altitude moments while placing droids on exterior walls of a couple abandoned buildings. Hopefully they won't be demolished before the microcam droids can start burst-transmitting their encrypted findings to the Resistance.

She rejoins Sar back on the street. "That's it for part one, Colonel. I guess from here you'll have to take the lead," she says apologetically.

[Sar Yavok]

Sar Yavok reaches out and gives Nova a pat on the shoulder. "Done good, kid. Let's go get a drink, eh?" he asks, raising his brows to her and flicking his cigarillo out into the street before he turns and begins leading the way to the pub for a little bit of minglin'.

[Sapphira Yavok]

RIAL AND ZERO

"Ideally, production at this facility will be lower than most of our others," Kiet-Lo babbles on. While the buzzing pace of the tour, which is now moving down a ramp and through some double-doors into a large indoor engineering assembly line, is too fast for Rial to gather much information from what he's seeing, HIS LORDSHIP has the tour guide positively snowed and the man is spilling his guts. "As we intend within the next six months to be mass producing a specialty line of fightercraft. Revolutionary, really. While much of the information is classified, I can tell you that the R&D of this facility is close to developing technologies that allow for space and weight saving capabilities in space fighters that allow for undiminished speeds without risking pilot safety or firepower. Revolutionary, I say!" Zero, for her part, continues working on her datapad. No doubt taking notes or something, yet with her eyes turned downward she too doesn't pick up much in the way of visuals.

GREESON

What happens when a Pa'lowick needs to meet his illicit Ugnaught lady lover before returning to his unhappy wife and unhappy marriage at home? No one knows ... excpet for Greeson. He'll have to tear his eyes away if he wants to get a better understanding of the traffic patterns and construction protocol on the eastern side of the manufactirng plant. If he can.

SAR AND NOVA

Nova may have the makings of a covert operative yet. She's able to move around the different intersections at important points near the manufacturing plant, leaving little droid cameras in her wake to monitor traffic comings and goings. No doubt intel will be VERY pleased indeed! Now, it seems, its Sar's turn. He leads the pair into a pub that requires no steps down into the dark. It's actually moderately well-lit. There's pictures on the walls of the last five generations of Dugs to own this joint. The last picture shows Doug-Dug, who can also be seen behind the bar. Around the room are a series of people. Most of them are townies. Some still dressed in their overalls from the manufacturing plant, some looking more like office workers and secretaries. Some looking more like nothing at all. Just the run of the mill people one would see in a blue-collar neighborhood at the end of a long day. Who Sar and Nova seek out, and to what end, is entirely up to them.

[PASS ( +37)] Greeson Rais's Perception @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -3)] Zero's Spot @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +55)] Rial Het's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +52)] Zero's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[Rial Het]

'Lord Hainault' nods along with the guide's enthusiasm, holding up a hand to forestall further talk of the Silencer project. "I have little interest in this specific project, more so the logistical needs of production and security. Tell me what an acceptable minimum number of trained security personnel would be, to ensure the construction of such a facility in a major city, such as this or Maslovar."

[Greeson Rais]

Greeson Rais was sitting there trying to blink the pain out of his mind. "My goodness!" he exclaimed, and then made a whuuuh sound as he tried not to hurl. This went on for an uncomfortably long time. Eventually, Gree felt like he was okay to continue and this time pointed the macrobinoculars at the target BEFORE looking through them.

This was better. Firstly, no illicit affairs. Secondly, he was getting a good idea of just what was going on down there. With a small pen and a small writing book, he was taking notes. The pen was of course chained to the notebook, it was windy up here, and Gree had lost enough pens at sniper perches to attach them to whatever he was writing on. And bring spares. He was old fashioned like that. "Updated my journal!" he said triumphantly, marvelling at just how atrocious the perimiter was down there. Closing the book and tucking it back into the case, along with the macrobinoculars, he picked himself up and started to walk back to the roof entrance!

[Zero]

Director Lynch sets her datapad aside to pay attention to the tour a little more fully, but gets lost staring at the back of Rial's head. Some innane part of her psychi demands she reach out and fix a strand of his hair that has fallen out of place. Call it OCD, call it perfectionism, she does so. "Yer hair was out of place, my lad." She means it too, completely believable.

[PASS ( +12)] Nova Korell's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +66)] Sar Yavok's Knowledge: Law Enforcement @ (100) diff.

[Nova Korell]

"Yes, sir," Nova replies promptly, falling in with Sar as they head for that cantina Sapphira pointed out, the one with lots of off-duty Seinar folks, local office workers, and off-duty security. Hopefully the talkative kind once the booze starts flowing.

At least there's no cover charge! Nova, only comfortable in crowds when they're lined up and standing at attention or marching, stays close to Sar, trying not to be clingy. It's half accidental, but she manages to come across as a younger colleague of some kind, rather than some hopeful 'entertainer' following him around.

[Sar Yavok]

Picking up a beer from the bar, Sar wanders over to a table with a guy who carries himself like cop and moves to share it with him. "Tough day kickin' the pavement?" he asks, settling into his chair and taking a swig from his bottle. "Can always recognize my kind," Yavok offers to the man, sizing him up. "NSec. 5 years," he elaborates.

[Sapphira Yavok]

RIAL AND ZERO

"You know, I'd have to check with our head of security. But I can happilly do so. Forgive me, I get a little excited about all the /dangerous/ work we do." Is Kiet-Ro trying to hit on his Lordship? It's ... possible. "But I understand your interest. For this particular facility we were able to utilize an older TIE production line from the Imperial days. Naturally the entire thing had to be gutted, everything was woefully out of date. At it's height, though, this factory employed 2,000 workers. Considering this is a specialized R&D facility, we anticipate having a significantly less amount when we're up to speed. Maybe 1,000, security excluded. As I said, our security protocols are state of the art so I'm not sure of the exact number. I do know that it is fewer than would normally be needed for a site this size. No doubt you noticed the protective dome when you came in. It, combined with a surface-to-air-missle defense system, means that arial attacks are a thing of the past. They're just finishing up the eastern SAM defenses now..." The cart comes to a stop. "Ah, here we are."

The cart rolls to a stop at a nondescript door. Kiet-ro gets up and swipes his badge, then presses a hand print on a reader, then says his name into a voice recorder. The door opens and His Lordship and Her Directorship are shown into an open, empty engineering lab. "This is one of the ten such labs we have on site. Naturally this one has been scrubbed for public showing, but as you can see everything is state of the art!" He beams, allowing the pair to meander around as they wish.

GREESON

Fortunately for Greeson, the back door at the base of the stairwell opens without a keycard from the inside, so he will soon find himself back on the street, no one the wiser for where he's been or ... shudder ... what he's seen. He's now free to make his way back through Lianna City as he pleases. Where will he go? What will he do now?

SAR AND NOVA

If Nova gets any weird looks in the bar, it's not enough to draw what Sapphira would consider 'undue attention' to herself, were Sapphira here to pass such judgements. She's not. In fact, the only person who seems to notice Sar and Nova in more than passing is the Old Grit on the barstool, glancing over at Sar and grinning when he says he recognizes his kind. Old Grit is missing a side-tooth, but otherwise looks much like Sar: a once handsome man run down with stress, alcohol, and an overworked life. "Stick out that much, do we? And here I come to tuck in," he says, lifting his hands to show the half-drank beverage in front of him. His eyes then flit to Nova, and his grin widens. It's not lecherous or anything, just amused. "The next generation, huh? You buyin' the drinks, rookie? In my day rookies always bought the drinks.”

[PASS ( +11)] Sar Yavok's Charisma @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +27)] Nova Korell's Charisma @ (100) diff.

[PASS ( +57)] Rial Het's Bluff @ (100) diff.

[FAIL ( -21)] Rial Het's Spot @ (100) diff.

[Rial Het]

"Such would be most welcome," Rial notes in answer to their guide's offer to inquire after the security allotments. Though he must of course maintain a regal aloofness, the helpfulness of their poor guide does earn a small smile. He continues meandering about the permitted inspection zones, observing heavy machinery that he doesnt comprehend, and keeping up conversation. Such harmless conversation.

[Greeson Rais]

Lianna! City of life! City of magic! Wait this wasn't... nevermind. Greeson's gangly frame got a couple of looks as he wandered the streets like the world's tallest backpacker, having exfiltrated safely from the building with only the memory of what he'd SEEN causing him any sort of trouble. Now, word is that he had to meet everyone at a bar but, as he looked confusedly at his datapad and inadventently blending in very well as the whole lost-tourist thing, he couldn't figure out where the blasted thing was! "Well I never! Cigarras is all well and good but they're all rows upon rows!" Round peg, square hole! For this round, at least, he was lost!

[Zero]

Rial has his job and Celes has her's. Soon as the tour ends and they start into the lab, the slicer slips away so effortly it might have been designed that way and practically disappears into a hovel beneath one of the terminals where she gets to work slicing the publically scrubbed data points for more mission sensitive, critical data. If she happens to find her way to the security systems and shut those off? That would be okay too. Everything she finds, she downloads. Every thing that could be useful to the rest of the team, she transfers to them.

[Nova Korell]

Uh-oh... singled out. Nova offers the old veteran a smile that's only slightly shaky. "I can buy the next couple rounds... that's about all I can afford for one night," she replies, with a 'what can you do' shrug. "I'm between jobs, same as him. S'why we're here, really, trying to see if anyplace local is hiring. We'd heard talk that Seinar might be looking for security people," she adds, as hopefully as she can, taking a seat at Old Grit and Sar's table.

[Sar Yavok]

"Somethin' like that," Sar says with a grin to the man, tipping his beer toward him before he takes another swig. "What she said," Sar offers in alignment with Nova's sentiments. "Got any room for an old gunslinger and a good for nothin' kid?"

[Sapphira Yavok]

RIAL AND ZERO

Once in the scrubbed lab, there's not much to see that wasn't design to be seen. Security exerts have gone through this room to prepare it for public showing. Still, it manages to showcase the high-tech cleanliness of what Sienar has to offer. There's no doubt, even glancing over the lab, that they come here to do serious business with expensive equipment. Kiet-No seems to glow in the presence of his esteemed guests, glowing even further in Rial's direction. Director, what Director? "As you can see, Sienar is capable of providing your facility with everything you could possibly need for your current /and/ future manufacturing needs, Lordship," he practically purrs, not seeing any of what Zero is doing. Instead, he'll walk them through the facility, and then turn to bring them back to the door. "That is the end, I'm very much afraid, of our public tour. Are there any other questions I may answer for you? I do want to make sure you BOTH have my PRIVATE contact information, so that we may follow up. I feel that there is a strong possibility for an exciting new partnership, here."

GREESON

Greeson is an idiot.

SAR AND NOVA

Old Grit is more than happy with the pair of new aquaitences he's met. He groans at Nova's words and nods in understanding. "Oooch, yeah. Though it's harder to get in with Sienar than it is with the Lianna Defense Force. See those kriffin' bastards at Seinar made some sweet deals with our local governor, so /we/ end up providing most of /their/ security while their folks get paid twice as much..." It seems Sar and Nova have hit on an importnat topic for the old man. "All cause of that dome. See they /say/ it's secure, that missles can't penetrate or something. So naturally they moved every school and hospital in the region right up next to it. Me, though, the whole thing just seems like a giant target and we're gonna have lots of dead kids and sick folks once there's a proper terrorist strike there..." The conversation could go on like that for awhile. It likely does ... until it doesn't. There's a sudden sound of shattering glass, and both Sar and Nova will find it raining down on them. A young man broke a glass mug on Old Grit's head from behind, and the man falls to the floor. "THAT WAS MY BROTHER YOU SENT OFF TO KESSEL YOU KRIFFIN' FART! IT WASN'T HIS FAULT, THAT GIRL DESERVED WHAT SHE GOT!" In an instant, the room turns from relaxed to bar-brawly, with a few of the young man's mates taking the opportunity to target what are no-doubt other law enforcement officers in the room. And, of course, the two people that Old Grit was sitting with. For now, it seems to be mostly fists. BAR BRAWL!

<Combat> Young Man's Nephew's Brother's Mate (12832)'s attack misses Nova Korell at a 100 difficulty! (-101)

<Combat> Young Man's Little Bro (16079)'s attack misses Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (-69)

Sar Yavok slides his EE-3 Sawed-Off out of its holster, bringing the hand cannon to bear!

[Greeson Rais]

Lost! Gree was lost until, upon reaching the quadrant where he was expected and turning his datapad left, right, up, down, and over, he heard the sounds of crash, bang, kapow, blam, wham, ow from a nearby bar. "I remember very similar things from home!" he exclaimed, sounding rather pleased that at least SOMETHING on this uncomfortably-intact planet was familiar, and trooped off in the direction of the ruckus.

"How do you do fe-" he started as he opened the door, looked to the left, looked to the right, and closed it behind him. Yes, a bar brawl. That wasn't quite the idea of fun he had in mind when he visited bars, at least not today!

[Zero]

Celes closes her datapad once she's gotten intel enough to fill one of the devices internal storage devices and slips back out of her cubby to quietly rejoin the pair on their exit path as if she'd never even left them. She reaches up to adjust her glasses with datapad pressed against her bussom and smiles her appreciation to their guide. Speaking is Rial's bag and it's clear their guide fancies the Talusian male far more than she. "We will be in touch with details once we have reported to the board, but what we have seen is promising. Thank you for your time." Someone has to do polite extros!

[»ATTACK« ( +77)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits Young Man's Nephew's Brother's Mate (12832). <0 WP/31 SP>

[Nova Korell]

The good for nothin' kid takes her 'superior's' remark with the good nature usually ascribed to eager rookies the galaxy over. The real conversation's more interesting, anyway, and she has no desire to interrupt. "So this protective dome's become a public works magnet?" Nova asks. She never gets an answer, because some people are a lot less polite than herself. Seriously, interrupting with bottles? That's just rude. "Hey!" she protests, coming to her feet.

She doesn't have a chance to answer his rudeness as it deserves, because some guy who looks a lot like him is already lunging at her! He's got all the grace of a half-drunk bantha (along with some of the smell), fortunately for her (and unfortunately for her nose). Rather than clutter up the floor that she, Sar, and Old Grit are fighting on, she lets him stumble past, then whirls and gives him a swift kick in the rear that sends him floundering headfirst into the base of a neighboring table. The people at it quickly scatter, but their new tablemate remains where he is, out cold.

She glances over her shoulder at Sar. "Sir? We really need to reexamine our technique for making friends!"

[PASS ( +29)] Sar Yavok's Intimidate @ (100) diff.

[Sar Yavok]

Fully subscribed to the 'don't make me do it' school of intimidation, Sar Yavok slides his handcannon out of its holster and levels it upwards. A quick pull of the trigger and a heavy blue stun bolt screams its way out of the barrel and into the ceiling, sending flakes of (probably) asbestos everywhere. "How bout we all just settle down?" he asks, lowering the barrel of the pistol to point toward the crowd of jerks who are looking to get shot.

[Sapphira Yavok]

RIAL AND ZERO

With that, Rial and Zero are in the clear. While they didn't get much from the visual inspection of the facilities, Rial was able to charm the pants, and at least one level of security clearance, off their tour guide. That, combined with Zero's beautiful hacking ability means that Resistance Intel will have a lot to work from in regards to them. They are dropped off at the gate they came in from, their badges collected, and Kiet-Do shakes both their hands before they depart. He lingers, perhaps a bit creepily, at Rial's hand.

GREESON

One has to wonder what Greeson expected from sounds of thunks and screams behind closed doors. Fortunately, no one has time to ask. For as Greeson closes the door, he'll find he's being pushed aside from behind as several LDF officers move to make their way in, weapons drawn. "Stay outside, sir. There's danger afoot."

SAR AND NOVA

Nova knocks Young Man's Nephew's Brother's Mate plum silly. The man is flat uncontious, and it's enough to make his friends pause for a moment. They seem ready to move again, only to find another old geezer pointing a diabetically-fat weapon in their direction. One that spits blue bolts. Some hands start to rise, and the boys start to back off. In fact, the whole bar has gone quiet. All eyes are on Sar now.

Momentarily, anyway. Because from behind the door Greeson closed, busts in the LDF, guns blazing! Or at least, guns hot and ready. No doubt all on stun. Someone else must've called them. They seem prepared to restore order in a bar brawl, until they see Sar's weapon out. "EVERYONE TAKE COVER!" the LDF leader calls just before shots begin to open up on what they perceive as the aggressors: Nova and Sar.

<Combat> LDF Offier #1 (12832)'s attack misses Nova Korell at a 100 difficulty! (-15)

<Combat> LDF Offier #2 (15144)'s attack misses Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (-93)

<Combat> LDF Leader #1 (16076)'s attack misses Nova Korell at a 100 difficulty! (-70)

<Combat> LDF Leader #2 (16077)'s attack misses Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (-18)

[Rial Het]

Rial Het makes his way back to the speeder and thence discreetly back toward their waiting ship, noting idly to Zero, "Any word from the others?"

[Zero]

Celes shakes her head at Rial, "They 'ave been quiet." Said once they're waiting on the ship, her having once more donned her black shadow silk suit and mask, "Oi suppose we would know if there were an alarm, innit?"

[Greeson Rais]

"WHOA NELLY!" erupted the completely harmless and not at all armed-with-a-very-large-blaster Greeson Rais. A large blaster that would torpedo completely their entire operation here. That would be bad! He shuffled out of the way of the door, waiting for his compatriots since this was the meeting spot as far as he knew, to give them the bad news!

[»ATTACK« ( -38)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack misses LDF Offier #2 (15144).

[»ATTACK« ( +73)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits LDF Offier #2 (15144). <0 WP/31 SP> (110 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( +89)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle hits LDF Offier #1 (12832). <35 WP/80 SP>

[»ATTACK« ( +21)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle hits LDF Leader #1 (16076). <21 WP/48 SP> (110 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( -8)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle misses LDF Leader #1 (16076). (120 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( -79)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle misses LDF Leader #1 (16076). (130 Difficulty)

[FAIL ( -33)] Nova Korell's Search @ (120) diff.

[Nova Korell]

Blessed silence... Nova takes a quick look around, just to make sure nobody's going to try for seconds. She spares Sar a look of faint disappointment; that looked like it was going to actually be fun for a moment!

But the silence is not to last: The doors burst open, admitting a squad of LDF officers... who quickly see the blaster in Sar's hand and respond accordingly! "Oh, this is /so/ not fair..." Nova mutters, heading for the front in a quick series of sprints: table to booth, booth to overturned table, overturned table to IN YO FACE, OFFICER! She grabs for his blaster, her hands slipping until she tightens her grip and wrenches his arm and wrist hard, spinning him around and slamming him against one of the open doors. "And it started out to be such a good night, too... see a way out, sir?!"

[Sar Yavok]

Kicking a table over, Sar ducks behind it as bolts smack into the polished wood surface. "Maybe I /do/ need to learn how to make friends," Sar admits, popping out of cover to loose a quartet of stun bolts from his sawed-off. One racks one of the officers in the head, another smacks one of the leadership-types in the chest, and the other two go sailing into the wall.

"Through them!" is Sar's answer to his compatriot.

LDF Offier #2 (15144) has taken 31 points of wound damage. It is currently Injured.

LDF Leader #1 (16076) has taken 48 points of wound damage. It is currently Injured.

[Sapphira Yavok]

NOVA AND SAR

As the only idiots left in Saigon, Nova and Sar are left to fight off the LDF on their own ... before more come. For now, it seems, the four seem to be what's left. And while some of them are injured (and one of them is down), it seems they are not keen to surrender what is no doubt a particular drinking hole for them when they're off-duty. Sar seeks cover, while Nova engages hand-to-hand. LDF responds in kind, with the OFFIER trying to jam his weapon against Nova's close form and squeeze the trigger, while the remaining officers seek hiding places of their own to pew-pew back at Sar.

<Combat> LDF Offier #2 (15144)'s attack hits Nova Korell at a 80 difficulty! (10)

Damage: 37 wound and 3 stun.

<Combat> LDF Leader #1 (16076)'s attack misses Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (-10)

<Combat> LDF Leader #2 (16077)'s attack misses Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (-6)

[»ATTACK« ( -2)] Zero's unarmed attack misses LDF Leader #1 (16076).

[»ATTACK« ( +68)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits LDF Offier #2 (15144). <0 WP/31 SP>

[»ATTACK« ( +62)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits LDF Offier #2 (15144). <0 WP/31 SP> (110 Difficulty)

LDF Offier #2 (15144) has taken 62 points of wound damage. It is currently Dead.

[»ATTACK« ( -15)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack misses LDF Leader #2 (16077). (120 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( +52)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle hits LDF Leader #1 (16076). <26 WP/60 SP>

LDF Leader #2 (16077) has taken 60 points of wound damage. It is currently Injured.

LDF Leader #2 (16077) has taken 60 points of wound damage. It is currently Dead.

[»ATTACK« ( +54)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle hits LDF Leader #1 (16076). <26 WP/60 SP> (110 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( -23)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle misses LDF Leader #1 (16076). (120 Difficulty)

[»ATTACK« ( -3)] Sar Yavok's EE-3 Rifle misses LDF Leader #1 (16076). (130 Difficulty)

[Nova Korell]

"Through..?" is as far as Nova gets in reply. In the midst of the struggle over the blaster, the officer she's fighting manages to get it aimed more or less in the right direction and pulls the trigger. The stun blast clips her left leg, and though it still works the entire leg goes pins-and-needles numb. Nova stumbles on the suddenly clumsy limb...

And, rather than going down, grabs hold of the officer's protective collar and smashes her fist into his face, one-two! He collapses like a sack of old binders sold for scrap.

Nova whirls on one of his still-standing fellow officers, swinging for him, but stumbling on her numbed leg and missing. "Pity we can't take a detour..."

[Sar Yavok]

Vaulting over the flipped table that he's behind, Sar fires another flurry of bolts toward the officers. Once again, two of them find purchase while the other fly wide. One of the downsides of firing a rifle as a pistol is that it's got a helluva kick. "Keep pushin'!" he shouts over to Nova, taking deliberate, pointed steps toward the remaining officer.

[Sapphira Yavok] The remaining officer, a poor guy who's probably just in this for the steady work and the pension, nevertheless seems to understand that he's about to lose. But he's a brave man. He won't go home to his young son and say he ran. No, daddy stood and fought. Daddy's brave. Daddy's a hero. That's the only way. So, even as he's falling back in the same slow, measured steps that Sar is oncomming, the LDF officer lifts his weapon and fires again in a desperate attempt to stave off the loss. For little Billy....

<Combat> LDF Leader #1 (16076)'s attack hits Sar Yavok at a 100 difficulty! (35)

Damage: 53 wound and 4 stun.

-(OOC)- Sapphira Yavok says, "FOR BILLYYYYYYYYY"

[»ATTACK« ( +84)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits LDF Leader #1 (16076). <0 WP/37 SP>

[»ATTACK« ( +57)] Nova Korell's unarmed attack hits LDF Leader #1 (16076). <0 WP/27 SP> (110 Difficulty)

- LDF Leader #1 (16076) has taken 64 points of wound damage. It is currently Dead.

[PASS ( +51)] Nova Korell's Dexterity @ (150) diff.

[PASS ( +72)] Nova Korell's Strength @ (150) diff.

[Nova Korell]

Having no idea that little Billy will be visiting his father in the hospital tonight, Nova catches the last man's shoulder to help hold herself up. She has just enough wind left to swing twice, once into the hapless officer's middle, then clips him on the jaw, staggering back as her victim falls forward, the lights going out.

Leaning against the doorjamb on her numbed leg, she leans forward, breathing heavily. "Next time... I'm just drawing my damn blaster..."

[Sar Yavok]

Catching a bolt to the shoulder, Sar's brought down to his knees. Stun bolts hurt like hell, after all. Pressing the barrel of his blaster to the floor, Sar steadies himself enough to hop back up to his feet. He'll look over at Nova as she takes the poor guy out. Pressing a hand to his tender shoulder, Sar jerks his head toward the door, "You good to run? Good." Then he's headed for the exit.

[Sapphira Yavok]

As the officer falls flat to the floor, he lets out a long groan. A sigh. A little breath as he passes from the waking world into the slumbering one. "Daddy got him...." the man manages to mutter before, indeed, all is blackness. He will wake up some hours later in one of those hospitals too-near the manufacturing plant for it's own good, with his pretty young wife and sweet Billy at his side. Perhaps he'll even get a medal....

Now there's nothing between Sar, Nova, and the door. Indeed, the only final surprise of the evening will be when they open it to find Greeson, useless as he is, standing helpfully outside to meet up with the last of the group before they fall back to the Ocilu.

Mission accomplished, right?