Log:The Irregulars: Back to Bakura

{{LogBox | LogTitle=The Irregulars: Back to Bakure | Location=Bakura - Repulsor Coil Factory | Participants=Tylin Creel, Nova Korell, Rial Het, Dyannah Nerus | OOCDate=Sepember 3, 2019 The Trast speeder truck moves smoothly up the hill. The green paint job freshly done and then scuffed enough to give it a lived in look has darker green aurubesh letters on it: Telaan Valley Pest Specialists - Industrial and Agricultural Pest Control. That is exactly what they intend to do - pest control. The factory that Tylin has been implanted in is one of the newer facilities outside of Salas D'aar, the capitol near the starport for facilitating export. Starports also bring in imports among those is a beetle that thrives on the local plant and major export of the planet namana. A scourge for the local economy. Deadly for electronics - they nest and breed in dark corners and particularly like computer rooms. Tylin has special friends that are clogging the crystals of the super computers. She also has more friends on the way. News arrived through friends of friends in the intelligence community that a bounty hunters had been alerted to the presence of Resistance personnel on planet. How Tylin was compromised has not been revealed but her mission to plant explosives and sabotage the factory has become urgent as has her removal. Telaan Valley Pest Specialists to the rescue.

Dyannah can't stop touching her face, the makeup is perfectly breathable state of the art and very realistic looking. It itches. She is no longer a rich rose color but has managed a rosy tan that looks a bit bilious under her newly dyed hair - an indeterminate brown - Zeltrons working in a local pest control company obviously won't fly.

Grumpy behind the wheel of the pest control truck, she watches the road behind them through the rearview mirror. "Nova, this is going to be a treat," she observes to the woman riding beside her. "When we get into the complex you are going to have to carry the heavy tool box with the weapons while I check us through security. You good with that?"

In the Trast's cabin, Nova Korell checks the toolbox that hides the mission gear she can't do without: Her M-434 and a couple spare power cells. Her Tracker is hidden in the cabin within easy reach, but it's too large to take inside. Her knife is sheathed on her left forearm, easily hidden but within easy reach. This is visible because she's left her coverall down around her waist for comfort; the material doesn't breathe easily, so it's hot and stuffy even in moderate weather. The tanktop beneath is a nondescript white.

"Consider it done," she replies, nodding firmly, familiar but a little different with her vibrant blue contact lenses and raven-dyed hair. "Besides, if something doesn't go right, I've got something to smack somebody with right in my hand."

She offers a smile to the captain. "If it helps, you make a pretty Human, Dya. We might get through on charm alone."

Peering around the row upon row of computer racks, Ty tries to be as quiet as she can be. Already she has dodge one bounty hunter but she knows there is at least one more if not two. Ears trying to pick up the faintest of sounds, she quickly moves to another rack, crouches down and waits, listening.

Blues eyes narrowed at her fellow pest controller, "We can always hope but I'd rather depend on the badges that Rial prepared us and the papers. Look in the side mirror, Nova. What do you see?" Dyannah, now known as, Melitas Dono, adjusts the strap of her overalls, a nice drab green matching the truck and emblazoned with the company name and her own. They look the part. She drives them up to the first checkpoint, lasers, nearly invisible in daylight lance across the roadway between two booths. The sticker that only authorized service vehicles carry gets them through the first checkpoint. Dyannah drives them into the parking lot.

"First one down. Now, we go through the personnel checkpoint and probably an inspection of what we are carrying. Don't forget to mention how toxic the chemicals are." The first smile of the last hour lights the Zeltron's face.

Nova nods, wriggling into her green antitoxin pullover and tugging it down nearly into place; it has to go under the overalls, and they're done up at the sides. She looks at the rearview in mid-pull, shaking her head negative at Dyannah as she does. "Looks clear to me. I'll make sure they know just how dangerous our gas canisters are," she says, answering smile with smile.

"Right: badges, badges, who needs their badges?" Rial drawls in a lazy Outer Rim mumble, thumbing through the forged indenticards and passing them around. He's stashed a discreet holdout blaster within his coveralls, and another with Nova's hidden carbine. He's dressed and speaks like a man who kills bugs fir a living, but his face is his face. Nothing to be done.

The personnel office is automated. Drastic measures on the part of HQ and the necessity to toe the line to investors. DNA checks are the answer they were told. The Irregulars thumb their noses at the bottom line. A live officer would have seen through them, someone sitting behind a holoprojection kilometers away doesn't see a thing. Each of the three getting in carry DNA from a native on the planet, they are in the database. There should be no problem. Right?

"Okay," Ty says to herself softly as she peers around the bank of computer racks "time to move." Still in a crouch she begins to make her way down the long row, the door is at the far end. "Haven't heard anything for a while, piece of cake," she mouths. At the door she enters a fake code and the door opens with a near silent whoosh. Looking left and then right the hallway is clear. To the right she moves hugging the wall "Just gotta make it to the storage room, that's all." A roll of her eyes as she realizes that there are a number of hallways she will have to get through to get there.

A light comes on over the door that should be exiting through. Dyannah looks up at it and then back at Nova and Rial, she rolls her eyes at them and checks in place. "Erm, looks like the machine has messed up again. Would you two put that through the scanner again? Honestly. What did you do? Were you holding hands again? NOT on company time, okay?"

"Got mine?" Nova asks, as they pull up to the personnel office. She reaches back to take the vial... and blinks as she sees the image on it. "Not this one, Rial! I think it's yours!" she hisses. Seeing the holocamera focusing on the truck window, she adds, "Hey! Let go of my straps! I'm getting into uniform here!" The faux chastisement is accompanied by a few playful swats, to cover the motion of swapping the vials.

"Hello," she says cheerfully to the booth, waving past Dyannah. Her ident says she's Suzaane Baides now. "Soooooorry, Melly. He's so persistent!"

"Can you blame me?" No-Longer-Susan quips back, deadpan. "Besides, I looked good as a blonde," he adds getting the cover identities straightened out with the proper vials. "Can we get this job over with? I've got some heavy relaxation planned, after."

The three of them carrying boxes labeled DANGER TOXINS make it through the checkpoint but are greeted by their first living employee. They can see him making straight for them, in the interim, Dy asks in a low voice, "Rial, can you locate T?"Louder she grouches, "Work first! I don't need to know what you and Susan have planned."

The grouch veers into an instant smile for Bob, "Hi Officer! We are heading over to the," Dy consults the datapad she removes from the smock of her overalls, "the coil production computer room. You have a bad infestation there looks like. Be glad you called us."

The guard, "Uh, you're not on my calendar, I thought you all were coming in next week?"

"Wait... you mean we're not even supposed to be here?" Suzaane/Nova asks, blinking her blue eyes owlishly. "But I was so sure! I even checked the office scheduling system."

"Course we're on the schedule next week, that's the follow up to make certain the little bastards are all gone after the primary treatment. We don't bill the company until the final follow up, so just GUESS which date the front office cares about," Rial laments at the guard, leaning closer to mutter to the guard, "Just saying, see the looker with the raven hair, behind me? We got *plans* after this, so if you could either ring up your front office and tell em to reschedule everything, or let us be about the job already, I'd thank you."

Dyannah's smile is thin but she nods enthusiastically throughout Rial's official explanation. The already thin smile wavers and thins somewhat as she pretends not to overhear him discuss the ravishing black haired Nova. With pin point accuracy she makes an empathetic suggestion at him. <Can I join, too.> The smile thickens a bit.

Bob, the guard has his break coming up and is willing to take any excuse to get to it. The last half an hour for putting numbers in the planetary lotto for the week is coming up and he is sure he has a winning number. He waves them on, "Alright. Alright. I'll add you all in manually. Just like HQ to just care about the billing. I could get in trouble but it's not the first time." Looking at Rial he winks, "You have a -nice- day. Here?"

Bob, the guard, goes on his break and submits his lotto number. Some fifteen minutes later he checks in to report the company showing up for pest control and continues on his round. The intrepid three have already crossed the grounds between the long buildings housing the clean rooms where the coils are assembled. The tracking device that Tylin has activated and encrypted to be received by their datapads leads them right to her. There joyous reunion risks being interrupted when HQ sends back an alert to Bob. -NO PEST CONTROL SCHEDULED FOR TODAY-

The looker with the raven hair blushes becomingly and flutters her big blue eyes coquettishly at Rial. Catching the guard's encouragement, she blows a playful kiss at him as they step on past. They're in!

The semi-vacuous smile stays on Suzaane/Nova's face as she makes her way through the lobby of the facility, looking around like she's never seen such a place before. She hasn't, really, but she's looking for the missing slicer, not just satisfying her own curiosity.

It's a few minutes before she rounds a corner and spots someone just getting to a storage room. "Ooh! Found her!" she chirps, having forgotten to break character. Being someone else, someone who isn't a killing machine raised by fascist overlords, is a lot of fun! It's a lot like Let's Pretend!

Storage room. Safe. Slipping in Ty leaves the lights out and gets back into the room as far as the small space will allow her. Was that footsteps she heard behind her? Taking deep breaths she reaches to the small of her back, underneath the loose clothing she wears and pulls out her pistol. Small beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead as she waits in the dark.

Rial Het gives a thankful wink to Bob on their way past, and through the corridors and assembly chambers of the vast structure. Several 'atmosphere sniffers' are placed by Rial along their way ostensibly to read the chemical composition of the air to concoct the ideal mix of airborne pesticide (in reality, just bombs), while chatting amiably.

"Got those on your data pad, Rial? Getting the readings from them?" Dyannah asks loudly for the benefit of anyone monitoring them. "Is that everything then? I have the source of the infestation."

Behind them three guards scramble looking for the pest controllers. Running feet can be heard, "Fred, go around the corner of the building. Barney, come with me," Bob shouts into his comm unit.

"There they are!" Bob shouts breathlessly.

"T, wait! It's us!" Nova says, remembering herself at the last moment as the slicer reaches for a weapon. "We're here to get you out!"

That's as far as she can get, because the guy from up front just found them! And he's brought friends, even if only one's with him! "Aw, you came to help us? You're so thoughtful!" Suzaane/Nova twitters, going back into that vacuous smile. She whirls and lets the toolbox fly, catching him in the chest and chin and sending the determined guard down in a heap, the heavy metal box landing on top of him. "Hold that for me, please? Thank you!"

The voice! Ty hears it and quickly gets out of the storage room just in time for the shooting to begin "Oh crap!" She exclaims as she ducks quickly "About time but did you have to bring the guards with ya?" Remembering to switch the safety off she looks down the hall as two of the guards drop. "Yea, this is jut gonna be fun," said with a sarcastic note. "There is some buff bounty hunter prowling around too. Been dodging him for a couple of days."

Rial Het nods once to the pest-boss, "I've got her. Right in here-" he gestures to the supply closet containing one (1) Tylin Creel. A light knock and a jovial, "Hope the mops aren't armed, aye?" Not expecting Tylin to already have her blaster out. Then there are shouts from security, and a quip of, "Time to go!" The hidden pistol snaps into his hand, and a single bolt is fired at the remaining guard, dropping the man swiftly and efficiently. "He's sweet on you- must be the smile," the rogue asides to Nova at her jest over Bob holding her toolbox.

Dyannah stands in the doorway looking back but shoots a grin at Tylin, "How are you doing T? We came to get you and looks like we brought some friends with us. And, we heard about the one on your trail. Reason we are here. We have all of five minutes to get you out of here in one piece. Status on the explosives you placed?"

An eyebrow raised in amusement, quips, "Alright, you two. Simpering will be done on off time when I toast us all on namana. Let's move."

"Uh-oh... I think the bounty hunter brought friends," Nova says, reflexively ducking as shots go sizzling past all of them. Her eyes tighten in anger; they're attacking her friends!

She doesn't hesitate, dashing towards the crowd of thugs. "Don't you people believe in /knocking/?" she demands, snapping a fist into the leader's throat. "Here, I'll show you how!"

As the man clutches at his windpipe, Nova grabs his arm. Twisting it sharply to put pressure on the joint, she swings him headfirst into the corridor wall, dropping him to the floor. "While I'm at it, I should give you some dancing lessons, too! Your do-si-do needs work!"

"Nonsense, bounty hunters have no friends- HURGGGGUHHH-" Rial's banter is short-circuited as he is struck with a blaster bolt set on stun, staggering sideways, and only keeping his feet by thudding his shoulder into a wall. An erratic trio of bolts are fired back at Paul, one of which striking and wounding the guard badly. "sssorry bou' tha'..Can't shtun wit dis.." He mumbles to the downed guard in apology, tongue thick as his system processes the stun damage.

A shake of her head "Been better," she says to Dy before adding "We really need to get out of here. I've set some of the explosives, triggered with a remote but I'm not sure it's enough. The bounty hunter showed up before I got done. Hopefully you have more," relying to Dy. She grins at Rial "I've not met any so far but you can never tell," she replies with a wink. Just then Rial gets hit! "Oh crap on a stick! Rial's been hit," she says unaware of their fake names but at this point it doesn't really matter. Turning quickly away from Rial momentarily she lets fly with a blast from her '44. Not a hit but maybe it will scare them some, or at least keep their heads down.

A klaxon sounds and faces pop up in the nearest windows of the manufacturing facility. Three of the guards alerted by the jovial lotto playing Bob lay on the ground, unconscious, incapacitated or dead. The alarm brings more running but then will the detonations that follow the trio that are running towards the front entrance. No speeder pick up waiting for them this time, only the armored truck that will change color for them when the electric signal is given it. Magic.

Dyannah wastes no breath on cursing as she reloads. The second waves of guards arrive, one of them managing to slur Rial's speech with a stun before he is knocked from his feet. Two guards standing and a bounty hunter on the loose. "T see the exits open for us and trip those explosives as soon as we are through the door. Rial might not be able to do that now. Nova! Watch our behinds." Dyannah takes aim behind her.

"If they don't kick them first!" Nova retorts, turning on the nearest guard, the only female in the bunch. It's a couple seconds of quick self-defense moves later that the disguised soldier realizes she's picked a tricky opponent; only one strike landed, a snapped kick to the woman's side. "You're not bad. Do you train the other guards?" she wonders, impressed.

Rial Het staggers along, shaking one leg between steps in a semi successful effort to restore feeling to the limb as he hurries back out, in putting the arming code to prep the demolition charges for detonation, and sending an emergency evacuation code to the facility, as well. More chaos to cover the escape and fewer common workers in the danger zone. Hastening out toward their escape vehicle, he hollers, "Countdown's started! Everybody out!"

"Roger that, Dy," Ty says as she scoots towards the next exit door just a half step away. Quickly she does her thing on the locked exit and with s swoosh it opens "Got it! Go go, I'll lock it closed behind us." But then a sharp pain in her back as a bolt slams into her causing her to stagger down onto a knee.

Klaxons wail. Employees pour out of the surrounding buildings in their panic no one pays attention to the trio. Holding Tylin supported with her arm around her, Dyannah falls behind Rial and Nova. Over the sea of heads, Dyannah yells, "The truck, the truck. Change the sign. We'll make it." A man pushes her and she stumbles losing sight of them.

Well, Nova's protecting the rear... and it's keeping her pretty busy! Fortunately, the klaxons distract the female guard, and Nova stiff-arms her under the chin, staggering her. She twists her arm and maneuvers the woman between herself and the remaining guard, then shoves her into him, sending them both down in a heap! "That was fun! We should do it again sometime!" she calls cheerfully, and whirls to run like all Hell through the crowds to the waiting truck. At least nobody'll be shooting at them!

She almost forgets to snatch up the toolbox she'd thrown earlier, but remembers it just in time to get it on the way past. Finding the remote, she hits the button to change the markings on the Trast. "Wish it was this easy getting a speeder bike repainted..."

Once Nova has activated the Trast's (far superior to his own) disguise, Rial is bombing aboard and prepping the big vehicle for a swift departure, once the team is all aboard. He shrugs off the upper half of the coveralls and puts on a floppy white hat. The pistol sits on his lap, in case anyone not part of the team tries to board.

With a grunt Ty gets help from Dy and they make it through the door. "Wait," she says to Dy as she works on the controls of the door. "There, that will keep them out but not for long." Reaching into her pocket she pulls a remote detonator and turns it to position 1. A press of the button and a low rumble is heard and felt as the first of the explosives go off. "Number 2," she says through gritted teeth. A turn of the dial and a press of the button is rewarded with a louder boom and the rumble is felt more strongly.

"Lets get out of here!"

The man waiting for them in the parking lot makes no attempt to disguise his non-employee status. Tall and lanky in his long nerf coat pulled back on one side, a very large blaster is holstered to his thigh. It is not out of any interest in fairness that he stands oblivious to the panic around him showing his pistol. It is certainty. Scanning the runners he waits while in the distance buildings in the factory begin to collapse.

The man's elbow knocked Dyannah sideways. It is only a hope now that the Rial and Nova have made it outside. Gasping with the effort of supporting Tylin, Dyannah watches in admiration as she coolly sets about blowing the charges that she and Rial set.

"Come on, come on. We can finish from the truck, right?" Without waiting for an answer she tugs Tylin towards the exit and the waiting truck. Outside she sees the bounty hunter before he sees her. His attention seems to be on someone else.

And back in the parking lot, Nova has just spotted the truck in its new livery... and some guy in a long nerf coat with his hand in gunfighter position over a big blaster pistol. "Bad company's coming!" she exclaims, just in time to draw his attention!

Fortunately, her fist is already moving, and she catches him right on the jaw! The blow staggers him long enough for her to grab his collar and slam her knee into his midsection once, twice! The man goes down... but he's not out! He clutches at the raven-haired fury's legs as she starts to make for the truck! She pushes, kicks, and finally struggles free, leaving her overalls in his death-grip.

Nova makes it to the truck, pausing to get the door open for Dya and Ty. She's easy to spot: The raven-haired woman in the green antitoxin pullover and the blue and white-striped athletic briefs. Another mostly-successful extraction... but hey, any extraction you can walk away from, even in your underwear!

Rial Het casts an intent eye around the chaotic scene in search of his fellows. Dyannah and Tylin are spotted, then Nova and what certainly looks like an unfortunate bounty hunter. Affecting a grin despite the gravity of the situation as he watches the soldier lay into the hunter, he gradually decides to add a shot to finish the fellow off, before he.. pulls a thermal detonator or some other dirty bounty hunter trick. With amusement clear in his manner, he 'complains' to Nova, "Is that how it's going to be, Raven? You're hitting on another man right in front of me like that? Not just gonna watch him get your pants off, am I?"

"That's..." Ty's words fade out as first the BH gets beat and then gets put down. "Good," she says as she makes the truck with Dy's help. Another twist of the dial and a press of the button another explosion comes, closer than the other's this time. "Can we get out of here now?"

"Well, he didn't give me much of a choice," Nova replies amusedly. "The sight of me hit him like a punch in the jaw. It was love at first fight!"

She moves to clamber into the truck, reaching for the medpac. "Let's get you patched up, Ty. Rial, you're next. Anybody looking for us'll definitely wonder if we've got blood on us."

Do the police and emergency vehicles notice the large catering truck traveling towards the capitol's starport? Vehicles stream in the opposite direction from the van with Capitol Catering emblazoned on its side. Tylin is resting comfortably as they can make her in the back of the van with Dyannah by her side, medpac applied to the wound. Behind them smoke rises from the repulsor coil factory.