Corporate Defiance

[Bloodweaver1]

R.c.

“For heavens sake!” Mumbles R.C. as the she watches the two gunmen quibble over their in-accurate extensions of their manly hood in disbelief. Shaking her head, she lets out a quit sigh as she continues to busy herself with this evening preparation. Boys will be boys…

OOC: R.C. will spend the rest of her time doing one of the following: (a) creating the appropriate bomb for the job with a remote detonator and a timer detonator as a back up (b) creating special Ion grenades for the droidikas, (c) creating a special program to disable all/most security droids.

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Well their isn't much I can think of to prepare. Though I suppose some Ion grenades would be useful.

 

[Azaar]

Cayla nods after a few moments. "I'll start getting the transport ready for departure," she says, standing up. "If there's nothing else..." She heads back out for the garage/work area.

The next several hours are spent readying the transport: a non-descript Trast A-A5 speeder truck. At least the outside is non-descript. The inside is something else entirely: decently comfortable seating for the team within the passenger section, with room to stow gear, but most of the cargo area is taken up with perhaps one of the most sophisticated computer systems Sector has ever fielded -- potentially rivalling the system in the work area of the base.

Cayla is loading up a crate of ion grenades when it comes time to depart, pretty much doing last-minute busy work to get ready for the mission.

[sblock=OOC]Okay, I'll assume that infiltration will be via roof, and we'll go from there. 4 ion grenades for each of you.[/sblock]

 

[penance]

Krandor joyfully clips the ion grenades next to his collection of frag and stun grenades. "Sssssuddenly I'm much more confident about thisss missssssion." He takes his usual posture and leans back to wait for the bustle to settle down before entering the transport.

 

[Rhun]

Cydarius gathers his equipment and gear that he will be need for the mission, leaving his combat jumpsuit behind in favor of his shadowsuit. He reasons that not being seen and shot will be more important than his armor absorbing a blaster bolt. His T-6 hangs on his right hip, and he straps his diplomat's blaster to his left boot. His vibroblade goes over his shoulder, and he carries a small case in which the disasembled pieces of his LD-1 wait to be put together.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Vincent, with his usual grim demeanor, walks quietly to the transport and takes a seat. He starts checking his equipment, one piece at a time.

 

[penance]

Krandor watches the sneaky human with an amused look in his reptilian eye. "Ssssso, Vinccent. What weaponsss do you carry? I'm jussst... Curioussss."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Vincent gives the Trandoshan a short glance as he removes the long case that had been strapped to his back and opens it to produce a SoroSuub Firelance Blaster Rifle. He starts to check it over carefully as he has done with his other equipment.

 

[Rhun]

Cydarius boards the transport, and takes his seat. Opening his case, he nods approvingly at the weapon pieces it contains. With a keen eye and practiced hand, he quickly begins snapping together his target rifle.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

R.c.

R.C. quickly boards the transporter and then makes her way to the Co-pilot seat (if there is one). Once seated and strapped in she keenly goes over her gear making sure that every piece is where it should be. Finally, just as they are making thier final approach to the target, she unsafeties her heavy blaster pistol and replaces the magazine with fresh blaster pack. With a half cocked smile and sub-dued tone she looks back to the rest of the team and says, "Alright boys... its go time!"