"I hate the Imperials. Any chance to deal with them is something I'll take." The Mandalorian swiftly said in response to Zin's outburst. "You want me to stay out of it? make it worth my while; I need to eat, and I need to gear up. No other way to do it other than work." @Casavay
Chaos in Iziz @bossaroo @Casavay @Colapse @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Kalle @Wata The already cramped speeder felt that much smaller with the shouting... and the presence of a Jawa toting a thermal detonator! "WOAH WOAH PUT THAT AWAY!" Famhi shouted waving her arms from side to side as if she could wave the trouble away. "Another Saw Gerrera wannabe. Look I'm not forcing any of you to do this. And I promise once this is over you are free to go, if anything goes badly we will take full responsibility for the attack. In our current state we do not have the manpower to do it ourselves. As far as the credits are concerned that's all I can offer. If people don't go I can split their pay amongst those that do go." Turning to the explosive happy Jawa, "Any droid or explosives you find at the base are yours if you'll keep that blasted thermal detonator put away."
The Mandalorian simply nodded now. "Done. Now tell us the job." He said without much hesitation - glancing at the Jawa and waving him off. Not rudely, but more of a 'do you mind?' gesture for him to settle down.
"Sounds good to Fritz." Fritz stated nonchalantly and disabled the detonator, stuffing it back in his bag. "See. What Fritz say. Nothing to worry about, yes?" Fritz sat down, deciding on taking the plushie Rancor out and keeping himself busy while everyone started to talk about details and other things. The only thing he concerned himself with was what he needed to do, and how many explosives would it take to do it. Everything else didn't really matter. It would just be a bunch of details that he'd just forget or not even understand to begin with. So why even trouble himself with listening in the first place.
Although he didn't want to tangle with the Empire or draw attention to himself, Rtora felt for some reason it was right to help insurgents. His words went mostly to deaf ears, which kind of suited him for now. At least others didn't trust Varel either, his influence shouldn't be allowed to spread. It was still an uncomfortable position to place the zabrak into a difficult place, for he had all the power to point Rtora out as a Force user as well. Lacking the diplomatic skills and words to set all into balance, the Ipharian clenched his jaw and flexed his fingers around the sword hilt, remaining silent. The Jawa has a rancor plushie...I want a rancor plushie... Rtora thought to himself and started to wonder if Iziz had any gift shops.
"Hating the Empire's bad for business", replied the green-haired firebrand to the Mando, arms crossed. "Messing with them's even worse." "Tenya, your call", grumbled Zin after the miniature nuke crisis was resolved.
@Casavay He merely shrugged as he glanced over to her. "I'd rather die a free Mandalorian, sweet-cheeks, than live under their insufferable, stubby thumb."
"While I don't agree with the particulars of this job implying I was going to take you on a safari," Kina said with a peer at Varel, "You're right, I'll get you there... As for this... 'contract' you're offering," she said finally, looking at the caamasi. "Money has been tight lately," she said, with a glance paid Zin's way. "If conditions are the way you're painting them, it's easy pickings. It's easy money. Milk run. We're... Going with, Zin," she said finally, looking to her first mate with an apprehensive bite down on her lip.
Back alley showdown Breathing a sigh of relief now that the tensions had finally ended and peace had finally returned to the speeder Famhi finally spoke. "Thank you. We will head back to headquarters and I'll explain all the details there. Plus some good food will hopefully calm everyone's nerves." Turning back to the controls Famhi brought the speeder back to the main road and made the rest of the short drive in silence. Thoughts weighing heavily on the Caamasi about whether this group would blow up into another heated argument with thermal detonators used as leverage. Onderon Relief Agency; Secret Rebel Cell A small building with a walled in courtyard greeted the group, an Ithorian waved in greeting as Famhi brought the speeder inside. Several humans and a Bivall were loading supplies into another speeder. Crates of medical supplies and food rations were strewn across the courtyard as well as equipment used for portable power sources. As the group exited the vehicle the Ithorian stepped forward. "So this is the additional help we've been sent huh? They certainly look capable." The Caamasi patted him on his shoulder, "They are weary from their journey Kurtz. You think you could get some food ready for us? We will be in the office, thank you." Not wanting to discuss more out in the open Famhi gestures for them to follow her inside. Once inside they would see a small common room with chairs and a couch with a holo-vid displaying news from across the galaxy. Kurtz made his way past the group down one of the hallways, presumably towards the kitchen. Famhi led them further inside reaching an office with a large desk made from one of the local trees. Inset into the center of the desk was a holo-vid display which Famhi used to pull up an over view of the Listening Outpost. Once the image was on display Famhi addressed the group again. "You probably noticed that we do have some personnel here at the Onderon Relief Agency. Not all of the Rebellion's efforts are kinetic, here for example we are assisting the people who live outside of Iziz in small settlements. The Empire only cares for the city and has pretty much abandoned those outside to fend for themselves. As it stands we have gathered intelligence of the Listening Post you see before you. With that in our hands we can better serve those shunned by the Empire as well as gather intelligence on them with their own equipment. As long as we can remain hidden." At this time the Ithorian that they had seen earlier opened the door and brought out some cool refreshments, "Sorry it's not the best stuff around, but it's got to be better than ship water." He chuckled before setting the tray on an unused portion of the desk. The drinks had a fruity smell to them, more than likely a native fruit that was freshly squeezed. "The rest will be out shortly." Kurtz disappeared back through the door once more. Taking the pitcher, she poured a glass for herself offering a glass to all of those present. Once the drinks were settled she began again. "Moff Dardano has built this Listening post deep within the jungle in order to spy on his rival Admiral Corlen. This post was built using secret funds at the Moff's disposal and has a compliment of Stormtroopers and vehicles that are used for patrols in the surrounding jungle. Seperate from the main building is a communications relay." Pausing so that everyone could process the information she has already provided before continuing. "Intelligence also shows that they have a Lambda Class shuttle at their disposal, records indicate that it was recorded as destroyed in a crash, so that isn't even being tracked by the Imperials outside of the base. The original plan was to infiltrate Whisper Base through the garage, which is the easiest area to access. Inside the garage you should find a large cable used to transmit to the communications relay. Severing that should be enough of a disturbance to get you inside without raising any alarms. Once inside you should locate the landing pad. The Lambda shuttle should be disabled or if necessary destroyed to ensure that the officer in charge," Famhi swiped through a datapad briefly "Lieutenant Sarev, does not escape to inform the Moff that the base has fallen. What questions do you have?" Just as the briefing completed Kurtz walked in with a tray of assorted meats and fruits from Onderon. Sitting down in one of the chairs the Ithorian grabbed an empty glass and reached into one of the desk drawers producing a bottle of Corillian Whiskey, pouring a glass he offered some to the rest. "After hearing all that if anyone needs a drink we won't hold it against you!" @bossaroo @Casavay @Colapse @Kalle @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Wata @Vlayden
Taking a sip from the fruit drink, Varel gave a "feels good" nod to their hosts before speaking up. "So, you want this Sarev person dead and the base captured? Interesting..." he stopped as he looked a bit more closely at the map, evenntually coming to a conclusion. "We should split our force into two parts. Since this Lieutenant must not escape, that shuttle must be disabled but in a way we can loot it afterwards. You have said yourself, it is listed as crashed so taking it and using it ourselves should be a priority, so someone knowing these things, such as our two pilots, should prove to be more than capable of doing it." "Second group should go and cause a diversion. Perhaps...blowing up the communications relay? It should draw the Imperials out and once we start hitting them, this Sarev person, unable to send a message, would probably try to make a break for it...ending up straight into the first group's hands who should remain close to the shuttle and act once the target is spotted." "After that, it would be a trivial task to take out the remaining Imperials and take the base for ourselves," Varel finished giving his opinion and leaned back in the chair, taking another sip from the juice.
