Log:Resistance: The Shinning City
The Shining City
OOC Date: Sunday, April 29, 2018
Location: Empress Teta Cinnigar City
Participants: The Resistance: Silver Astro (Ektor), David Ironside, Maeve Zavir, Chewbacca, and Devii
Mission 03: "The Shining City"
Brief :
Operative Silver Astro has provided intel regarding a possible interested party who wishes to join the Resistance and may come with a lot of firepower behind them. We need at least two Intel Operatives to join Silver Astro on a mission to the core world system of Teta, to meet with the contact in a secluded location to urge them that joining the Resistance is the right move to saving the galaxy. This individual is reportedly Mon Calamarian and a former member of the Rebel Alliance. Watch out for First Order counter-intelligence while in Cinnagar City, do not create a public display of violence if at all possible!
Cinnagar City, Teta System. A core world haven filled with lots of Humans or near humans but there's a rare out-world race here and there. Shiny towers, imperial stone workings, and hanging gardens of leaves and vines. Our intrepid hero's could easily find their way here on a legitimate trade mission. Empress Teta's markets were lush and full of goods and the demand for off world items was high. There was plenty of people to hide among. Their contact was to meet them near the Great Library in a caff shop across the street.
Devii walked along, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket, her shoulders hunched over a bit as the rain was starting to come down a bit hard. "I really was hoping it would be sunny when we got here..." She says.
David is standing out of the rain, under his YT-1300 freighter. It'd been a risky move, considering the Supreme Leader's distaste towards the model, but it's a fast ship and usually crewed by a group. The ramp is lowered, droids going up with boxes and coming out empty-handed. For the sake of the mission, David took on a cargo shipment to Thyferra, just in case. Shivering slightly, he adjusts his jacket, putting his hands in his pockets as he stands watch. A single astromech is rolling around the ship, scanning for any damages that might need repaired while they wait.
Silver Astro wears a long overcoat to ward off the weather, with jewelry just a bit on the tacky side. Her hair wasn't quite perfect even before the rain, and her general appearance is that of someone who is not quite as classy as their surroundings; in short, she looks the way most humans on Empress Teta expect a Zeltron to look. There is no visible hint of her ever-present Czerka blaster, but her fellow operatives know she has it. She notes idly, aloud, "It will cut down our visibility, we'll need a focused scan of the area, when we arrive. Have the droid do it," she advises David, with a sidelong look. "Keep an eye on any elevated firing positions from the direction of the library, hmm?" the spy suggests to Devii.
Buttoning her duster over her attire, Maeve Zavir opens the umbrella she's carrying, gives the shaft a brief twirl to send it spinning around and rests the umbrella against her shoulder as she falls in step with Devii, Dave and Silver Astro. "Is this a genuine library with items shelves or on file that may be perused or actually read? Just making sure the definition of Library is universal."
Devii looks over to Astro as she continues along her walk, pulling her jacket closer. "Yeah not a bad idea." Orange eye glance to the Library, looking carefully. "I don't see anything but I also didn't bring my range finder. That would have looked out of place." She looks to Maeve and gives a doctor a white smile, "Oh it's real. Lots and lots of books and databanks if you're interested in that kind of thing."
So far there dosn't seem to be anyone trying to activly stop them, and at this point there shouldn't be. The caff shop is small and quant book and morter place. The Book Nook, capitalizing on their proximity to the tourist and academic attraction across the way. Inside there are students drinking caff, eating pastries, and just talking or studying. However, in the back corner there is a hooded figure. A little out of place, but the large cumbersome orange fish like hands give away who it might be.
Rolling alongside David Ironside, R2-1S beeps, volume turned down from its usual level for some reason. Droid's first intel op. It's sweet. "Doesn't seem like there's any patrols around, or they're -real- casual like, here." David informs the others. The young pilot glances around, shielding his eyes from the rain with a hand. "Maybe that's just how Teta does?" He shrugs, following somewhat behind Devii, trying to make it seem like they're not all together. "I'm gonna go in, find a good book. C'mon, Ones." The pilot steps into the library, headed straight for a terminal. "You plug in here, right, and I'll just look for 'The Great Escape' in -this- row." He instructs the droid with a wink, leaving it to head into any row of books. Any one. He's not actually looking for a book.
Silver keeps a breezy smile on her face as she adds on the heels of Devii's words to Maeve, "Rather famous. Archives dating back to the Expansion Wars. And local security doesn't worry me; First Order Intel does," with the latter addressed to David. Without missing a beat, she slips an ear/eye piece into place, and notes, "No unusual surveillance underway, yet. I'm..." her words pause and eyes narrow in focus for a moment, teeth chewing on her lip briefly before breezy smile is back in place. "Done. I planted a feed that will lock down local surveillance, if someone else tries to slice in. Unless they're better than me," she allows, frankly. "Let's all sit and have a drink, hmm?"
"Really?" Maeve Zavir murmurs to Devii, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Well then, this trip will be fun, one way or another," she decides as they turn toward the caff shop whose name makes her grin. "Clever, ooh the caff smells good too," in a tone of surprise as Dave and his droid roll for a terminal. She angles a glance toward Silver and smiles again, "You have the best ideas, let me treat everyone to some caff," and heads for the counter to make this magic happen.
As David moves into the Library and allows his droid to access the terminal. After a few turns of the plug-in from the droid a red prompt pops up on the screen and there is a negative reply from the droid. However, there are no blazing alarms. No one looks over towards them, at least non of the patrons. Instead, an old bitty with granny glases sitting at a checkout desk seems startled by an alert on her screen. Then with cold granny eyes glances in David's direction. She's getting up. Uht oh.
Devii smirks to Astro, "I'm not sure many are better than you... At least now we'll see anything comming." There is a glance towards the hooded figure who looks towards them. Devii picks out a a table just next to him and waits for Astro and Maeve.
David is nowhere -near- the R2 unit at the terminal, but he's able to see the screen glow red from between bookshelves. Or datatape shelves. Because it's sci-fi. Hoping to intercept the librarian before the droid has to lie his way out of it, David scans for a relevant tape, picking one out called 'Great Escapes'. He heads back to the droid, turning immediately to the old lady. "Sorry, sorry. Droid's datastick is faulty." A defiant beep comes from R2. How dare anyone imply faults?! Shushing the droid with a kick to the side, David continues. "Was looking for 'The Great Escape', which I guess is a novel? But the droid came up with 'Great Escapes', which is this." He taps the datatape he picked up. "Not a novel, but a reference book detailing actual great escapes. Very sorry about the.. red screen? How even.. anyway. Won't happen again. I'll go put this back now. C'mon, R2." David says and he moves back to the bookshelves, followed by the droid.
"There aren't," Silver agrees to Devii, without enthusiasm. "But all it takes is a bad day," she warns ominously, the grim sentiment an odd juxtaposition with the light smile that is plastered back on her face, afterward. Slipping into the seat beside Devii, she doesn't look at the cloaked figure, but takes a second look around the cafe's interior, noting exits, lines of sight, and discreetly planting an audio scrambler under the table. No recordings, please and thank you.
"A round of caff," Maeve Zavir is saying to the barista at the counter as she leans in to stare at the various sweets on display, each type carefully labeled to avoid species-specific-allergy parameters. She adds a selection of those to her order and once everything is prepped she pays for their snack and carries everything back to the table. She slides the tray onto the tabletop, stows her collapsed umbrella at her side and reaches for a plate and a cup. "Today is to lovely for it to be a bad day," she murmurs then smiles across the table. "Smile, look relaxed, blend," is advised.
The Librarian blinks and looks between David and the droid as she's cut off by the larger man. She's tiny, can't be more than four foot ten. In her hand in some type of baton... or wand. What ever it is it looks like it could be wrapped across some knuckles for a quick and effective punishment. Her eyes narrow at David and that wand comes up and slaps against the shelf there. "This, sir... is a Library. I don't think a seurity breach is possible when simply trying to find a book to read." She glances to the droid. "If he is faulty you should not have him out or accessing important systems. So if you're done, leave or I will call security." She moves past and towards the terminal to look it over. "What did you do?" A grumble.
Devii leans forward and takes a cup of caff, sipping. "Thanks for the drinks..." She sits back and looks over towards the Fish hands man. "It's a beautiful day isn't it?" She says to him. Though of course it was gloomy and rainy with a bit of wind.
The fish hand man stands and moves towards their table, and in a sort of bubbly wubbly voice say. "Greetings. May I sit here! Wub Wub Wub."
David drops off the datatape, heading out back into the rain with his droid right behind him. "Tell me you got something.." he whispers tersely. He doesn't take scolding well, clearly. However, the droid beeps in an affirmative way. "Excellent, several ways out." He heads into the coffeeshop across the street, -completely- ignoring the table everyone else is seated at, and orders a strong mug of caf. Ugh. Lines. "Just.. head out there and find them. Share what you got." he instructs the droid as he waits impatiently in line for his order to be done.
"It's lovely to visit a world where the rain is simply rain," Maeve Zavir chimes in as she smiles at the fish hand man with the bubby voice, even angling her chair slightly so that there's more room. She selects one of the pastries off of the plate in the center of the table, casually ignoring David and his droid as well as the grumpy one (that's David) moves through the caff shop like someone who needs more caffeine in their life.
Silver Astro gives a small exhale. "I generally make a rule of not sharing drinks with mysterious strangers," she claims with a hint of a grin curls the corner of her lips as the Zeltron finally turns her eye directly onto the hooded figure. This from the woman whose job involves approximately 90 percent mysterious strangers.
Devii glances over towards Dave as he enters but it's nothing more than that. Instead she glances back towards Maeve and Silver before finally looking back to Fish Hands. "Sure have a seat man."
The seat is taken, both his hands raising, clammy orange fingers or pincers clapping together. "Oh yes. The rain is starting to cause the rest of the world to decay. It is very sad such death. Which Is why I am eager for you to take me and what I have to offer! Wub Wub Wub!" Though still the contact does not remove his hood.
David heads back out, spotting his droid with the others. And some stranger in a hood. He nods quietly behind the stranger, hoping to catch the eye of either Devii or Astro. Raising an eyebrow, he gestures towards the stranger. Free hand taps his side, where his holster is on his hip, containing his S-5 blaster. He gives a questioning shrug, stopping right behind the stranger.
Silver Astro rolls her eyes, "Ugh, you just crossed from 'mysterious stranger' into a 'needy creep'. If you have cargo to ship, then lean in nice and close and tell me who I'm dealing with, hmm?"
"The rain is causing the rest of the world to decay? Well that's unpleasant," Maeve Zavir replies as she glances sidelong at the fish handed being. "But, all the same, it's still a nice enough world to visit. Why would you care to leave it, if you've only so recently arrived? Have you tried the caff?" she asks as she nudges an empty cup toward the stranger and lifts the pot she'd brought along as well and pours some into the waiting mug.
Sometimes when a person is stuck on a sandy beach too long, surrounded by force users, they just need to get out. Would it be all that terribly wise for Chewie to be flying the falcon into an unfriendly planet such as Teta? Likely not, but then he's spent years as a smuggler with Han, and so his ship and himself know how to get in under the radar and likely knows spots to land that aren't the main public starports. One way or the other, the wookiee is sat talking with a rather scarred looking human, who very likely could have been a veteran from the Rebellion, based on his years and battle wounds. Chewie turns towards a waiter that brings him a glass and its at that moment he takes notice of some familiar faces and lobster dude. The wookiee pauses, but quickly looks away from them, lest his attention bring some unwanted result, but now that they've been noticed, its evident he's trying to keep a look out on them out of the corner of his eye.
Lobster Dude in the hood turns his head around to face everyone at the table as they speak. "Nerdy! I am honored with such a compliment." He face is covered still and all that looks back is blackness. "I was speaking of my home world. The water cycle has become contaminated. So..." He leans in, speaking lower. "I have many plow shares that can be turned into swords, yes?" He leans back and clacks his claws together again. "Wub Wub."
Devi narrows her eyes as she looks over him. "Are you cold or something? You could take off your hood and have a drink.
"Oh no. I am sorry. Caff makes my stomach upset and yes I am used to the warmer climate of my home world. If I remove my hood I'm likely to dry out and my skin will become irritated." Except it's raining out and there is plenty humidity in the air despite the weather. There's something not right and it's clear he's hiding something.
David frowns at the evasive way the hooded figure is answering questions. The pilot reaches out for the hood, intent on pulling it back to expose the obvious liar to the elements which would irritate him so. All he grabs though is a bunch of air, as the crab person leans forward just at that time. Gritting his teeth, David glances at his mug of caf, seemingly considering just dumping it on the guy at this point.
Silver Astro makes a dismissive motion with one hand, drawing out a datapad and punching in a few commands to distract herself, before looking to Maeve, "I don't care how good the caff is, I'm taking a walk. Creepy crab guy can have the table," she states, sliding the barely touched cup away from herself to cover any sound as she recovers the audio scrambler from under the table and rises to her feet, clearly intent on leaving. "We have a cargo to pick up, or am I the only one who remembered?"
"I'll stay here, I enjoy the chance to drink caff that I didn't have to prepare myself, and the pastries are nice, it's a good human safe variety," Maeve Zavir remarks as she turns that curious glance of hers toward the fish-handed being. "You could consider a petroleum based gel that would moisturize your skin, maybe gloves for your hands to ensure that your hands stay moist as well but without ruining your ability to be dexterous and manipulate things in your vicinity," she suggests with a smile. "Where is your home world, neighbor?" she asks while everyone else seems to have been infected with the grumpy vibe.
As David makes a lunge to grab the hood off of Lobster breath, Chewie stands up almost immediately, breaking off the conversation with the rebel veteran. The massive wookiee can have a temper on him when it comes to it, and he's been keeping half an ear and half an eye on the goings on at the table. First off he knows that the translated version of his words won't really get the intimidating words their full effect, so there's a bellow of a roar that comes before he begins speaking fiercely in his language, his words translated into a monotone robotic basic. 'They've told you to take your hood off, you are making my friends uncomfortable, and when my friends are uncomfortable, that makes me uncomfortable. I bet those claws could be cracked open with one squeeze of my hand, so unless you want to be investing in robotic arms, remove your hood so they can get a look at you!' His towering presence makes up for the robotic translation, staring with a dangerous glare at the man.
Lobster Breath leans forwards as David tried to take off his hood. "Woah. Wub Wub!" He stands, holding up his hands and tapping his claws together. "Wait... wait! I'm comming with you!" He says to Astro, starting to follow her before Chewie gets in the way and howls at him. He pauses, leaning back. His hood is blown back and underneith is not the face of a Mon Cal like the contact is supposed to be. Blue skin, red eyes. A Chiss. The claws tap together again. "Wub Wub?" The Chis says, a nervous look on his face. Then without another word he turns on his heel and starts to head out the back way, tossing off the claw gloves and pulling out a comlink, speaking into it.
Like Maeve. Devii is just sitting there, astonished by what's going on. "Chewie!" She says in surprise as the Wookie unleashes his mighty roar. Then she blinks as the Chiss runs past her. "Wait... what? Where's the contact?" She stands, pulling out her own comlink.
"Yeah, we need to stop him, now," Maeve Zavir says as she rises to her feet, turning toward Chewie as she says this. "And that comlink? That needs to be confiscated, intact, can you guys do that?"
Silver Astro sniffs back to Maeve, "If you take too long, I am so leaving without you," the Zeltron threatens, giving a discreet 'get out' tip of her head toward Devii and Dave, should she catch their eye. Then... Chewbacca happens. Silver's steps freeze, and she flushes a darker red because there are some instincts that are too deeply rooted to play off, and fear of a giant angry Wookiee is one, even when he's on your side. So much for the act, "Forget the creep and forget the comlink, evac now," she states with the edge of an order.
David takes off running after the Chiss, shaking his head as he passes Astro. He pulls out his blaster, making sure it's set to 'stun'. No time to ask questions on this planet, anymore. David dodges the oncoming pedestrians, turning heads as one does when chasing or being chased. The two head into an alley, which just so happens to not have an exit. Pointing his gun at the Chiss, he gives a one-shouldered shrug. "Toss that comlink over, nice and quick." he says, barrel of the gun trained on the Chiss.
Maeve Zavir shakes her head at Silver, "Go ahead and evac if you want, I'm going with Chewie. There's something going on here and I think we need to do more than just bail and run," she turns to run after Chewie, and promptly trips over her chair and tips over an empty table beside theirs and lands in a tangle of chair and table. She blinks for a moment then sighs, rises to her feet, with what's left of her dignity, and trots after Chewie at a much - slower - pace.
Dont run away from someone who is nearly 8 feet tall and angry, quite often it is a terrible idea. Chewie takes off after the Chiss and David who had started after before Chewie had. Chewbacca passes up David and lunges for the Chiss, tackling him with intent, landing hard on top of the chiss. 'Give up the comlink to David!'
Devii looks between Astro and Meave. She has to make a choice here, run after the Chiss or get on the escape with the Spy. Though as soon as Meave has her accident with the chairs, the Mirialan moves to help her up and help her towrads the back door and out into the Alley where Chewie and David have managed to down the impostor. Lucky Chewie was there for a take down because as David was catching up to him he looked as though he was pulling his own holdout from his cloak. Instead the Wookie tackles him, his head smashing against the concrete. Blood flows into the wet durocrete and the hand clutching the comlink opens releasing his hold on it. Bleeding, not concious, possibly dead. That's what happens when you mess with a pissed off Wookie.
Meanwhile, a notification comes through over Silver's Datapad. From the security Camera. Someone is trying to access it. Ones Beeps as his sensors indicate several people moving in unison to converge on their area and Silver's camera feed can confim that. Black cloaked men and women. All Human. Likely FO Counter Intel.
"Well. That's one way to knock someone out. Let's head back to the Guarlara." He glances at the heap of Chiss on the ground, leaning down to pick up the comlink that had fallen when Chewie steamrolled the agent. "Won't be needing this." he muses, before throwing the comlink at the wall, shattering the device. "They might have put tracker implants under the skin, there's a medbay on the ship and Maeve's here." David looks kinda sheepish for a moment, turning towards Chewbacca. "Do you mind carrying him?"
Silver Astro seethes as she is ignored by.. everyone. Maeve is answered angrily, "I'll tell you what's going on: the contact is dead or captured, the Op was compromised before we got here, and we are standing in a trap. You have no idea what they do if you're caught and you DON'T want to find out. When a cover is blown, you get out. What is WRONG with all of you?" she demands as Maeve regains her feet. "Kriffing amateurs. No public violence!" she reminds the others of the mission parameters, fruitlessly. Returning her eye and ear piece into position, she looks through the surveillance systems to search out their surrounding area. "They're here. Hurry." The command to lock down surveillance is input as she starts into a run. "Let them try to find us, blind. COME ON."
"Dude, we could've kept the comlink and listened in on their com chatter," Maeve Zavir remarks as she sees the comlink shatter against the wall, one hand passing over her face as she groans and turns toward Silver then sighs. "You're right, I'm sorry," and she looks down at the heap of the Chiss on the ground. "Why would a Chiss be working for the Order?" Eyes David's droid with a worried look then Dave and Chewie, "If you can carry him, I think I can save him," she says after she examines the unconscious and bleeding Chiss. "Dave, can your droid keep up?" she asks - making sure before she'll start to run.
He wasn't really trying to hurt the chiss that badly, but sometimes a wookiee forgets just how much they weigh in comparison to other races, that and he was in a full run when he hit the humanoid. Standing and making certain all of his gear is in order, Chewie watches David break the comlink and grunts. 'What are you guys doing here?' He questions curiously. Chewie waits until Maeve does some general trauma work on the chiss before bending down and with casual ease, lifts the chiss and slings him over one shoulder. The Silver Astro Van is given a look and a shrug, tilting his head. 'It looked like you guys were on the tail end of a bad situation, I was just helping, I can leave you all to it and disappear if you want to be mad.'
"I'm not mad, and I'm glad for your help," Maeve Zavir, bouncing briefly on her feet as she stays near Chewie and David and the unconscious Chiss.
Devii just shakes her head between the lot of them. She nods to Chewie, "We can all be mad at each other later." She points to Silver as she starts at a run. "Right now we need to get the hell out of here... come on." She then starts at a run herself and the others might be able to see the FO Counter Intel people in their black wind breakers taring through the caff-tap and asking the patrons questions as to where their contact, and those they were trying to insert said contact into, went.
David leads the way to the Guarlara, followed by Chewbacca and Maeve behind him. Behind them, R2-1S rolls on, keeping up with them easily but not overtaking them at all. The pilot heads up the ramp, pointing at the medbay. "In there. I'll go start the ship." he calls, as he continues into the cockpit. He waits for everyone to get on board, and for Chewbacca to head out back to the Falcon if he chooses, before lifting the ship up off the ground.
Silver Astro answers Chewie in a rush, "First Order Intel is after us and command doesn't want a firefight. Get clear whichever way is best," she advises the Wookiee, mid run. Otherwise, her breath is saved for running.
Once the chiss is settled on an exam bed, Maeve Zavir sets to work, calling up Chiss specific parameters and doing what she can to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. The whole op was a bust but maybe they'll get some intel out of this guy when he's conscious again.
Even if the Chiss is not super heavy, still its an extra 100 pounds or so to be carrying. Chewie takes off after the group, running to their ship and unceremoniously dropping the chiss onto a seat before running back out of the ship and off toward an abandoned looking hangar in the distance, son after in a blink of an eye the old rust bucket, Millenium Falcon is launching into space around Teta. Patching in to the other ship. 'You guys good? Im going to head out if you're not in trouble.'
Devii twists her ankle, yelping out as she falls to the Durocrete. Looking ahead she notices the others have gone far ahead... too far ahead. Looking back, the Counter Intel troops are on her tail, exiting the alleyway and pointing towards here. "Stang..." She attempts to get up but yelps again as the ankle pain is too much. Was this the way it was going to go? Was this all she was going to accomplish before becoming a POW and then a death unbecoming.
Suddenly there is a loud blast and the entire alleyway where the officers are coming out of explodes, preambled by a streaking smoke trail. A concussion missle, sending those counter intel folks flying engulfed in flame, shrapnel and rubble. Devii's eyes widen and she turns to look. There a tall and muscular Mon Cal in tattered clothing (A shirt and heart patterned boxers) and broken binders shoulders a Concussion Missile launcher. "Sorry I'm late... I was... detained..." He must have escaped. As now he's picking up the Mirialan by her arm and slipping it around her. Helping the Corporal to the Gurlarla just before it takes off. "So much for no public violence... Who is this guy, Astro?"
David flips open a channel to the Falcon. <<Pretty sure we're all good here. Thanks for the help, Chewie. See you around.>> The freighter tips and heads into space, leaving planet Starbucks behind hastily. Sure is lonely on your own in the cockpit, though. He pushes the intercom, telling the medbay to "Strip that guy of anything that could be a tracker. Like his comlink. You never know with these people. We'll jettison it before jumping into hyperspace."
Maeve Zavir hits the intercom with one elbow, not wanting to get smudges on the tech, "You want me to strip him, do a body search, all while I'm trying to save his life?" she aims this at the Comm and mutters before she cuts away the clothing on the chiss. "You owe me for this, Dave. Big time," and peels off the clothing to be tossed into the nearest rubbish bin, checking the unconscious Chiss over from head to toes as she does so. Might as well be thorough while she's at it.
Silver Astro is 'assisting' Maeve with the Chiss. "Way ahead of you, Lieutenant," the spy notes, without looking up. She has pulled off and discarded an audio recorder, detached the wire from a separate datapack, verifying "It hasn't uploaded yet," before adding it to the 'to be destroyed' pile, and noting to Maeve, "He has a tracking signal in the upper muscle cluster of the left arm." She does look up and lets out a long exhale as the Mon Cal arrives, assisting Devii up the ramp. A weary smile finally warms her expression and she notes aloud: "When a covert contact is compromised in hostile territory, 99 times out of 100, they're already dead. The one hundredth time, they're the hero of Edirne, Colonel Lakaua Kamal. You are gonna get me in so much trouble, Lak."
