((OOC: Originally posted here.))
Buggie's orders had finally come in. Within the quarters he had been assigned deep within Coruscant's underworld, Buggie opened the message on his Blue Star-issued datapad and waited for the results. When the message opened, Buggie was fairly certain he had cried out loud enough for the Alliance forces on the planet's surface to hear.
"First mate... On a YT-1300!?" Buggie burst in disappointment.
It wasn't right! It must have been some mistake! Buggie's first thoughts were that it was an error. Next, he thought of how his skills were being misused on a small, nearly insignificant freighter. Finally, he thought to himself that he should contact Captain Mertaal to voice his concern. That wouldn't do, he realized as soon as the thought crossed his mind. He was a Blue Star initiate. Complaining to Jay like a spoiled child would not do. Buggie knew he shouldn't expect special treatment, but he was beginning to realize that this assignment was not set in stone. He had been accepted into the ranks of the Blue Stars based on merit. Perhaps, before he was scheduled to report to the YT-1300, he could prove his worth elsewhere and earn a position on a more prestigious vessel. A future confined within a cramped YT-1300 was not inevitable, but what could he do to prove his worth?
Laying down onto the stiff bed that resided in his assigned quarters, Buggie stared up at the ceiling and considered his options. He needed to provide something of value, obviously. It needed to be something that the Blue Star Pirates could make use of. He couldn't forge a new smuggler's lane or discover a new world that the Blue Stars could use as a hidden base within the time he had to work with. A weapon, then? Technology of some sort? Buggie felt that he was on the right track, but the Blue Star Pirate Fleet and the Marauders were both equipped with surprisingly advanced technology for an underworld organization. They had capital ships that could cloak themselves, after all.
The seed of an idea had begun to form within Buggie's mind. Perhaps he had found what he was looking for! The Blue Star Pirates obviously had the plans and components necessary to cloak capital ships, but, as far as Buggie knew, had yet to adapt that technology for smaller vessels. The Sith had access to cloaked vessels as small as light freighter-class, and the Empire had their infamous TIE Phantom fighters. He could acquire one, but he didn't particularly see the feasibility in locating one of these valuable starships and liberating it for the Blue Stars within the timeframe he had to work within. On top of that, it was a task easier said than done. Buggie was a Jedi Master, but going toe-to-toe with a legion of Stormtroopers or a cadre of Sith Lords over their cloaking technology wasn't something that Buggie was certain he could escape from alive.
As he thought back on the subject of cloakable vessels, Buggie recalled that he had escaped Ruusan on the notorious Darth Vesper's infiltrator after a particularly bloody ambush that saw the deaths of nearly the entire Jedi Council. What, he thought, had ever happened to that vessel once he turned it over to the Galactic Alliance? He was certain it was impounded, but he would have to research it further. Rising from the bed, Buggie jumped on his datapad once more and opened a map of the galaxy.
As he studied the hyperspace lanes that stemmed from Ruusan, he weighed the potential of each world, using his knowledge of Galactic Alliance bases to determine where the Sith vessel was likely to have been locked away. He had a distinct advantage in this situation; his knowledge of Galactic Alliance procedure meant that if he could get a lead on the world where the Sith vessel had been impounded, he could infiltrate the facility, secure the vessel for himself, and present it to the Blue Star Pirates. He didn't necessarily like the idea of stealing from the Galactic Alliance, especially considering the relationship the Blue Stars and the Alliance had forged over Coruscant, but if they weren't using the vessel and no one got hurt, what was the harm?
As Buggie's multifaceted eyes ran along one of the Ordnance/Regional Depot worlds, he felt a tingle in the back of his mind. Yes, he knew, that was the world he was looking for. Ord Yndar was an out-of-the-way Mid Rim world that held little significance other than being a warehouse world for the Alliance military's war effort. The Ord Yndar system was situated relatively close to Ruusan, close enough that the Sith vessel might have been locked away and forgotten as quickly as it arrived in-system. It was a long shot, and he had little intelligence to work with, being that he had never set foot on the depot world himself, but he knew that this was his best option if he indeed wanted to improve his place within the Blue Star Pirates.
"I'm a Jedi Master," Buggie decided as he gathered his belongings, "There's no way I'm settling for first mate aboard a light freighter."
Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Sien DeCola...
Colonel Barv Blandi'r sat quietly behind his desk reviewing his daily report. With all of the activity from the recent battles between the Alliance and its enemies the Empire and the Sith, there was no shortage of work at the repair depot on on Ord Yndar.
"Lieutenant, we're expecting another dozen of so T-1B's to arrive soon. Will we have room in Repair Yard Gamma for them?"
"No sir, still backed up from the last unit that dropped tanks off for repair. That shop is at least four weeks out on repairs."
Damn, Colonel Blandi'r thought to himself. The Colonel was a veteran of the Alliance army and had joined up not long after the Rebellion had defeated the Empire at Endor. The thought of running off into battle had excited a young Barv back in the day, but in the days since, he had seen much in his time, and was more than happy now to be behind a desk allowing those who still wished for glory to go out and earn it.
"Tell those boys down in Gamma to get a move on with the work. Our enemies unfortunately don't rest."
"Yes sir. I'll enquire to see what could be done to help expedite things."
Lately, with the large influx of equipment that required repair, the Alliance, like so many others decided to keep up with the pace of the necessary work load to hire contractors to complete the tasks that were once completed in house by the Alliance. Where once Ord Yndar had been a sleep little repair and supply depot operated by some of the Alliance Army's best mechanics and armorers, at least in the opinion of Colonel Blandi'r, the population at the base had surged drastically which had caused some problen which the Colonel was less than happy dealing with.
"Before you go Lieutenant, I'm concerned about the number of parts that have gone missing lately. It seems that some of our equipment has grown legs, or perhaps that some of these contractors have sticky fingers."
"Yes sir. I've looked into the matter. It seems one of the outfits we vetted decided that it was more lucrative to steal the parts and then re-sell them to us when the parts couldn't be located and were charging the Alliance again for the parts along with an expedite fee, after they stole them from us in the first place. We've doubled security on the parts sir, along with the other more sensitive areas of the operation."
"Is there anything else we can do Lieutenant? I don't have time for this bantha fodder. I'm not staking my reputation on any scruffy looking nerf herders that some bureaucrat at HQ selected based on the fact that they were low bidder."
"Understood sir. I've requested that Alliance Intelligence send additional people to help expedite the review of our existing and any new personnel."
"Good job Lieutenant, please have the Intel report to me when they arrive on site. I want to impress upon them the importance of their efforts."
"Of course sir."
With that, the Lieutenant departed and the Colonel went back to his cup of caf and finished his review of the report. With what the Lieutenant and him had just discussed, the Colonel was now in a somewhat foul mood and decided that it was indeed time to nip the problem that he had on his hands squarely in the butt.
Colonel Barv Blandi'r sat quietly behind his desk reviewing his daily report. With all of the activity from the recent battles between the Alliance and its enemies the Empire and the Sith, there was no shortage of work at the repair depot on on Ord Yndar.
"Lieutenant, we're expecting another dozen of so T-1B's to arrive soon. Will we have room in Repair Yard Gamma for them?"
"No sir, still backed up from the last unit that dropped tanks off for repair. That shop is at least four weeks out on repairs."
Damn, Colonel Blandi'r thought to himself. The Colonel was a veteran of the Alliance army and had joined up not long after the Rebellion had defeated the Empire at Endor. The thought of running off into battle had excited a young Barv back in the day, but in the days since, he had seen much in his time, and was more than happy now to be behind a desk allowing those who still wished for glory to go out and earn it.
"Tell those boys down in Gamma to get a move on with the work. Our enemies unfortunately don't rest."
"Yes sir. I'll enquire to see what could be done to help expedite things."
Lately, with the large influx of equipment that required repair, the Alliance, like so many others decided to keep up with the pace of the necessary work load to hire contractors to complete the tasks that were once completed in house by the Alliance. Where once Ord Yndar had been a sleep little repair and supply depot operated by some of the Alliance Army's best mechanics and armorers, at least in the opinion of Colonel Blandi'r, the population at the base had surged drastically which had caused some problen which the Colonel was less than happy dealing with.
"Before you go Lieutenant, I'm concerned about the number of parts that have gone missing lately. It seems that some of our equipment has grown legs, or perhaps that some of these contractors have sticky fingers."
"Yes sir. I've looked into the matter. It seems one of the outfits we vetted decided that it was more lucrative to steal the parts and then re-sell them to us when the parts couldn't be located and were charging the Alliance again for the parts along with an expedite fee, after they stole them from us in the first place. We've doubled security on the parts sir, along with the other more sensitive areas of the operation."
"Is there anything else we can do Lieutenant? I don't have time for this bantha fodder. I'm not staking my reputation on any scruffy looking nerf herders that some bureaucrat at HQ selected based on the fact that they were low bidder."
"Understood sir. I've requested that Alliance Intelligence send additional people to help expedite the review of our existing and any new personnel."
"Good job Lieutenant, please have the Intel report to me when they arrive on site. I want to impress upon them the importance of their efforts."
"Of course sir."
With that, the Lieutenant departed and the Colonel went back to his cup of caf and finished his review of the report. With what the Lieutenant and him had just discussed, the Colonel was now in a somewhat foul mood and decided that it was indeed time to nip the problem that he had on his hands squarely in the butt.
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Buggie...
Ord Yndar was a world that saw an endless stream of resources flow through it. Most of the materiel that passed through the warehouses of Ord Yndar were of military use, which brought its own set of complications as far as security was concerned. What was fortunate for an infiltrator such as Buggie was that the depot had expanded to such an extent that other infrastructure became necessary such as places for families to live, places for contracted transport crews to eat and rest, and, most importantly, places for both crews and security personnel to unwind. As Buggie eased his shuttle down within the confines of the public spaceport, he mentally reviewed a checklist of what he needed to do before making his way into the Galactic Alliance complex.
He owned much of the equipment he would need to scout and gain information as to the exterior layout of the complex, but he lacked any knowledge of what to expect once he was within. His senses had led him to the planet, though, and long before he landed on the world, he could sense the dark presence of the ship. He had been familiarized with its unique dark side taint long before he sought it out though the Force. The ship had been his escape from Ruusan after the Sith had ambushed the Jedi there. As he lay wounded with Master Naomi Kilsar within the vessel, he struggled to maintain the health of himself and his ally while resisting the temptation of the dark side. The vessel itself was seeped in the dark side of the Force, and Buggie would recognize how the dark side roiled from its hull anywhere. He desperately hoped it was locked far away from anyone who could be influenced by it unknowingly. The dark side of the Force corrupted, and it corrupted even those that couldn't feel the Force to know better.
Once he had landed, Buggie stepped to the back of his shuttle and opened an equipment locker. Secured within was an E-Class Observer droid, which he had already programmed to scout the Galactic Alliance complex and report back. Buggie's astromech droid, Twitter, was to remain with the ship at all times. Eventually, if all went to plan, Buggie decided to fly the Sith vessel out of the Galactic Alliance complex by himself. Upon Buggie's departure to steal the ship-- or re-acquire, as he termed it-- Twitter would depart the planet and wait for its master at a predetermined rendezvous point. That way, all Buggie's assets would be safely out of the hands of the Galactic Alliance, especially if he was departing the world with a squadron of starfighters hot on his tail and a sector fleet on its way.
As the Observer droid deployed and floated down the boarding ramp toward its objective, Buggie readied himself for some reconnoitering of his own. This would be no simple feat, and Buggie needed to make sure he knew what he was getting into.
Ord Yndar was a world that saw an endless stream of resources flow through it. Most of the materiel that passed through the warehouses of Ord Yndar were of military use, which brought its own set of complications as far as security was concerned. What was fortunate for an infiltrator such as Buggie was that the depot had expanded to such an extent that other infrastructure became necessary such as places for families to live, places for contracted transport crews to eat and rest, and, most importantly, places for both crews and security personnel to unwind. As Buggie eased his shuttle down within the confines of the public spaceport, he mentally reviewed a checklist of what he needed to do before making his way into the Galactic Alliance complex.
He owned much of the equipment he would need to scout and gain information as to the exterior layout of the complex, but he lacked any knowledge of what to expect once he was within. His senses had led him to the planet, though, and long before he landed on the world, he could sense the dark presence of the ship. He had been familiarized with its unique dark side taint long before he sought it out though the Force. The ship had been his escape from Ruusan after the Sith had ambushed the Jedi there. As he lay wounded with Master Naomi Kilsar within the vessel, he struggled to maintain the health of himself and his ally while resisting the temptation of the dark side. The vessel itself was seeped in the dark side of the Force, and Buggie would recognize how the dark side roiled from its hull anywhere. He desperately hoped it was locked far away from anyone who could be influenced by it unknowingly. The dark side of the Force corrupted, and it corrupted even those that couldn't feel the Force to know better.
Once he had landed, Buggie stepped to the back of his shuttle and opened an equipment locker. Secured within was an E-Class Observer droid, which he had already programmed to scout the Galactic Alliance complex and report back. Buggie's astromech droid, Twitter, was to remain with the ship at all times. Eventually, if all went to plan, Buggie decided to fly the Sith vessel out of the Galactic Alliance complex by himself. Upon Buggie's departure to steal the ship-- or re-acquire, as he termed it-- Twitter would depart the planet and wait for its master at a predetermined rendezvous point. That way, all Buggie's assets would be safely out of the hands of the Galactic Alliance, especially if he was departing the world with a squadron of starfighters hot on his tail and a sector fleet on its way.
As the Observer droid deployed and floated down the boarding ramp toward its objective, Buggie readied himself for some reconnoitering of his own. This would be no simple feat, and Buggie needed to make sure he knew what he was getting into.
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Sien DeCola...
Sien DeCola been planetside on Ord Yndar when already he was being requested to meet with the commanding officer of the Alliance Station there.
"I understand the CO instructed you to inform me that my presence was immediately requested upon arrival. It's like I told you though, I was hoping to grab a quick bite to eat and orient myself to the situation here some."
"That is unacceptable sir," the droid replied.
"Fine. Come on OB-9, may as well come along to meet the CO. I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you as well."
"Wonderful sir!"
As he wandered out of the docking bay that he had arrived in, DeCola was amazed at the amount of activity that was going on a the rather small spaceport. With the up-tick in military activity by the Alliance, what once had been a sleep little outpost when now a sprawling expanse and temporary buildings have been stuck amidst wherever space wasn't needed for storing some of the Alliance's larger pieces of military hardware. Additionally, out of the spaceport windows, DeCola could see that several larger warehouses, repair bays, and hangars were apparently being constructed to further expand the Alliance's operations.
"Quite the operation we're running here."
"Yes of course sir, the planet's spaceport is operating at over 120% of its original capacity."
It wasn't an understatement and it was further reinforced by the steady stream of vessels ferrying equipment, supplies and personnal from the planet to starsips waiting in orbit. DeCola was now beginning to understand the brief that he had been given about his assignment. He didn't know how much his presence would help to stem any illegal activities happening on the planet, but once again there was a job to do and DeCola was the man the Alliance had tapped to do it.
"How far is it to the commanding officer's office?"
"The Commanding Officer's office is housed at the southern end of the spaceport in one of the Alliance's secure areas. We will board a speeder shortly and be ferried there. I would expect that we will arrive in no more than twenty minutes."
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Almost twenty minutes to the second later, DeCola arrived outside of Colonel Blandi'r's office. The door was open and the Colonel was inside. Looking up from his work, the Colonel waved his hand and motioned DeCola inside.
"Lieutenant Commander DeCola I presume?"
"Yes sir, you would presume corrrectly."
"Good. Glad to see your are finally boots on the ground. I hope you are ready to help clean up this situation here. I'm pretty much at my limits dealing with the ineptitude that seems to permeate the staffing around here."
"Well sir, I'll do what I can of course."
"Again good to hear. Did they get you something to eat on the way over?"
"No sir, I asked, but the droid that brought me to your office said that you requested my immediate presence. So here I am."
"Blasted contraptions. I can't say that I'm too impressed by some of the technological marvels that the Alliance employs either Commander."
"Well sir, I'll admit that we have that in common."
"Even better. Let's go grab some grub and drink at the Officer's mess and then we can meet more privately back here and I'll bring you up to speed."
"Sounds good to me sir."
With that, DeCola and Colonel Blandi'r departed the Colonel's office and headed to the Officer's Mess.
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"So you see Commander, as I've explained with the growth here on Ord Yndar, it's a security nightmare trying to vet all of the equipment, droids, and support personnel. Hell, I'm having problems with some of my own people. I've caught a few and had to come down hard on people I thought were good soldiers."
"That's unfortunate sir. Like I said, from the briefing I was provided, it sounds like the Alliance is aware of your situation, but I'm really here more to validate and assess the problem further."
"Understood Commander. It's also my understanding though that until you complete your assessment, well, we aren't going to make any progress. So I guess you and I better get down to business," said the Colonel.
Taking the hint that the Colonel was tired of the nonsense and yet another round of political grandstanding, DeCola decided that maybe there was something that could be done to help the situation. While DeCola also preferred to work a problem like this with his own team, his resources were limited and it seemed like the Colonel was the type to take no for an answer.
"My thoughts exactly sir. I guess, let's start our security assessment with the big ticket items and work our way down the list. Why don't we start with the secure facilities and find our way from there?"
Sien DeCola been planetside on Ord Yndar when already he was being requested to meet with the commanding officer of the Alliance Station there.
"I understand the CO instructed you to inform me that my presence was immediately requested upon arrival. It's like I told you though, I was hoping to grab a quick bite to eat and orient myself to the situation here some."
"That is unacceptable sir," the droid replied.
"Fine. Come on OB-9, may as well come along to meet the CO. I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you as well."
"Wonderful sir!"
As he wandered out of the docking bay that he had arrived in, DeCola was amazed at the amount of activity that was going on a the rather small spaceport. With the up-tick in military activity by the Alliance, what once had been a sleep little outpost when now a sprawling expanse and temporary buildings have been stuck amidst wherever space wasn't needed for storing some of the Alliance's larger pieces of military hardware. Additionally, out of the spaceport windows, DeCola could see that several larger warehouses, repair bays, and hangars were apparently being constructed to further expand the Alliance's operations.
"Quite the operation we're running here."
"Yes of course sir, the planet's spaceport is operating at over 120% of its original capacity."
It wasn't an understatement and it was further reinforced by the steady stream of vessels ferrying equipment, supplies and personnal from the planet to starsips waiting in orbit. DeCola was now beginning to understand the brief that he had been given about his assignment. He didn't know how much his presence would help to stem any illegal activities happening on the planet, but once again there was a job to do and DeCola was the man the Alliance had tapped to do it.
"How far is it to the commanding officer's office?"
"The Commanding Officer's office is housed at the southern end of the spaceport in one of the Alliance's secure areas. We will board a speeder shortly and be ferried there. I would expect that we will arrive in no more than twenty minutes."
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Almost twenty minutes to the second later, DeCola arrived outside of Colonel Blandi'r's office. The door was open and the Colonel was inside. Looking up from his work, the Colonel waved his hand and motioned DeCola inside.
"Lieutenant Commander DeCola I presume?"
"Yes sir, you would presume corrrectly."
"Good. Glad to see your are finally boots on the ground. I hope you are ready to help clean up this situation here. I'm pretty much at my limits dealing with the ineptitude that seems to permeate the staffing around here."
"Well sir, I'll do what I can of course."
"Again good to hear. Did they get you something to eat on the way over?"
"No sir, I asked, but the droid that brought me to your office said that you requested my immediate presence. So here I am."
"Blasted contraptions. I can't say that I'm too impressed by some of the technological marvels that the Alliance employs either Commander."
"Well sir, I'll admit that we have that in common."
"Even better. Let's go grab some grub and drink at the Officer's mess and then we can meet more privately back here and I'll bring you up to speed."
"Sounds good to me sir."
With that, DeCola and Colonel Blandi'r departed the Colonel's office and headed to the Officer's Mess.
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"So you see Commander, as I've explained with the growth here on Ord Yndar, it's a security nightmare trying to vet all of the equipment, droids, and support personnel. Hell, I'm having problems with some of my own people. I've caught a few and had to come down hard on people I thought were good soldiers."
"That's unfortunate sir. Like I said, from the briefing I was provided, it sounds like the Alliance is aware of your situation, but I'm really here more to validate and assess the problem further."
"Understood Commander. It's also my understanding though that until you complete your assessment, well, we aren't going to make any progress. So I guess you and I better get down to business," said the Colonel.
Taking the hint that the Colonel was tired of the nonsense and yet another round of political grandstanding, DeCola decided that maybe there was something that could be done to help the situation. While DeCola also preferred to work a problem like this with his own team, his resources were limited and it seemed like the Colonel was the type to take no for an answer.
"My thoughts exactly sir. I guess, let's start our security assessment with the big ticket items and work our way down the list. Why don't we start with the secure facilities and find our way from there?"
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Buggie...
Clad in an outfit suitable to that of a spacer, Buggie wore a drab brown flight jacket, combined with a suitably functional, yet unexciting shirt and slacks. He stowed a comlink on his belt, as well as a pair of flight gloves tucked behind and folded over the belt itself. The outfit served the purpose of making him seem as if he were any other of the hundreds of freighter pilots that had berthed on Ord Yndar to drop off supplies or materiel goods. Ord Yndar didn't exactly have a booming assortment of cantinas, but the diners and dives built to service the Galactic Alliance depot's personnel and families were close enough for the spacers that didn't plan to stay groundside long. Buggie intended to take advantage of this. He had already formulated a few methods of infiltration into the Galactic Alliance depot, but he would see where the information led him.
Purposefully striding through the doors of one of the establishments located on the fringe of the depot, Buggie squeezed himself in at the bar between two similarly clad spacers and picked up a menu. As he casually pretended to glance over the offerings, he did his best to observe his surroundings. The Bothan on his right appeared to be enjoying some local concoction of sprouts and ground meat, whereas the Green Nikto on his left was working to remove some black grease stains from his long claws with the help of a moistened towelette. That was where Buggie would work his way in.
"You can wear gloves, you can be careful, you can wash your hands, but somehow the stuff always seems to stick with you," Buggie muttered casually.
Ruefully looking at his hands and deciding that the towelette was a futile effort, the Green Nikto snorted and grunted, "Ain't that just the truth?"
"Captain? Or just a maintenance hand?" Buggie asked the Nikto as he turned his attention to the Near-Human waiter that had appeared before him to take his order, "Caf. In a to-go cup."
"Captain," the Nikto said, with some measure of pride, "She's a short-range hopper like what most of the other freighter pilots around here have, but she's home. What're you flying?"
Short-range freighters. That was an important detail that Buggie needed to discover more about. If there were an abundance of short-range freighters flying into the depot, that meant, typical to Galactic Alliance procedures, that there was a series of fueling stations leading into Ord Yndar that the freighter pilots utilized as waypoints between jumps in order to refuel. A short-range freighter could refuel on Ord Yndar, but that would only take them so far outside of the system. There had to be a commonly used fueling station established for Ord Yndar's freight, particularly the inbound transports.
Buggie had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot that the Nikto had asked him a question, "Yes, yes, a little puddle jumper. I don't set any records getting to and from the depot, and I'm constantly queued at the refueling station, but I manage."
As his caf arrived, Buggie thanked the waiter and slid a few credits across the bar. Watching the steam rise from the cup for a moment or two, Buggie pressed further.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know of any fueling stations Coreward of here that I could get in and out of quickly? Seems I'm always in a line and I guess the next haul I'm contracted for is perishables," Buggie asked, with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Edge of the Drogheda system is your best bet if you're headed that way. Don't bother with the Pesmenben system. Your haul will expire before you can even get fueled," the Nikto offered.
Grabbing his cup of caf, Buggie pretended to mull over the information for a moment and, decisively, nodded his head in appreciation. Rapping his chitinous knuckles on the top of the bar, Buggie stood and said over his shoulder as he departed, "Thanks a lot, friend. Safe travels to you, yeah?"
At that very moment a group of maintenance personnel fresh from a shift at the depot walked through the entryway of the establishment. The rightmost was a Human, slim with somewhat rodent-like features. Buggie, still looking over his shoulder, didn't see the group approaching, and bumped into the rodent-like Human, spilling a fair amount of caf all over the front of his coveralls.
"Hey!" the man shrieked, satisfyingly rodent-like in pitch as well.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Buggie cried, immediately putting the cup of caf down on a nearby table and grabbing a wad of napkins to soak up his mistake.
Buggie patted the front of the man's maintenance uniform in an effort to clean him up, all the while issuing a string of apologies. The man, frustrated, but placated by Buggie's efforts to help, eventually just said all was well and allowed Buggie to move on so that he himself could get a bite to eat.
Issuing one more apology as he passed through the doors, Buggie immediately deposited the caf-soaked wad of napkins in the pocket of his jacket and moved along back to his ship. He would make his departure from Ord Yndar shortly, but hopefully in the meantime, his observation droid had picked up on at least a few choice items of interest that he could factor into his developing plan.
Clad in an outfit suitable to that of a spacer, Buggie wore a drab brown flight jacket, combined with a suitably functional, yet unexciting shirt and slacks. He stowed a comlink on his belt, as well as a pair of flight gloves tucked behind and folded over the belt itself. The outfit served the purpose of making him seem as if he were any other of the hundreds of freighter pilots that had berthed on Ord Yndar to drop off supplies or materiel goods. Ord Yndar didn't exactly have a booming assortment of cantinas, but the diners and dives built to service the Galactic Alliance depot's personnel and families were close enough for the spacers that didn't plan to stay groundside long. Buggie intended to take advantage of this. He had already formulated a few methods of infiltration into the Galactic Alliance depot, but he would see where the information led him.
Purposefully striding through the doors of one of the establishments located on the fringe of the depot, Buggie squeezed himself in at the bar between two similarly clad spacers and picked up a menu. As he casually pretended to glance over the offerings, he did his best to observe his surroundings. The Bothan on his right appeared to be enjoying some local concoction of sprouts and ground meat, whereas the Green Nikto on his left was working to remove some black grease stains from his long claws with the help of a moistened towelette. That was where Buggie would work his way in.
"You can wear gloves, you can be careful, you can wash your hands, but somehow the stuff always seems to stick with you," Buggie muttered casually.
Ruefully looking at his hands and deciding that the towelette was a futile effort, the Green Nikto snorted and grunted, "Ain't that just the truth?"
"Captain? Or just a maintenance hand?" Buggie asked the Nikto as he turned his attention to the Near-Human waiter that had appeared before him to take his order, "Caf. In a to-go cup."
"Captain," the Nikto said, with some measure of pride, "She's a short-range hopper like what most of the other freighter pilots around here have, but she's home. What're you flying?"
Short-range freighters. That was an important detail that Buggie needed to discover more about. If there were an abundance of short-range freighters flying into the depot, that meant, typical to Galactic Alliance procedures, that there was a series of fueling stations leading into Ord Yndar that the freighter pilots utilized as waypoints between jumps in order to refuel. A short-range freighter could refuel on Ord Yndar, but that would only take them so far outside of the system. There had to be a commonly used fueling station established for Ord Yndar's freight, particularly the inbound transports.
Buggie had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot that the Nikto had asked him a question, "Yes, yes, a little puddle jumper. I don't set any records getting to and from the depot, and I'm constantly queued at the refueling station, but I manage."
As his caf arrived, Buggie thanked the waiter and slid a few credits across the bar. Watching the steam rise from the cup for a moment or two, Buggie pressed further.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know of any fueling stations Coreward of here that I could get in and out of quickly? Seems I'm always in a line and I guess the next haul I'm contracted for is perishables," Buggie asked, with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Edge of the Drogheda system is your best bet if you're headed that way. Don't bother with the Pesmenben system. Your haul will expire before you can even get fueled," the Nikto offered.
Grabbing his cup of caf, Buggie pretended to mull over the information for a moment and, decisively, nodded his head in appreciation. Rapping his chitinous knuckles on the top of the bar, Buggie stood and said over his shoulder as he departed, "Thanks a lot, friend. Safe travels to you, yeah?"
At that very moment a group of maintenance personnel fresh from a shift at the depot walked through the entryway of the establishment. The rightmost was a Human, slim with somewhat rodent-like features. Buggie, still looking over his shoulder, didn't see the group approaching, and bumped into the rodent-like Human, spilling a fair amount of caf all over the front of his coveralls.
"Hey!" the man shrieked, satisfyingly rodent-like in pitch as well.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Buggie cried, immediately putting the cup of caf down on a nearby table and grabbing a wad of napkins to soak up his mistake.
Buggie patted the front of the man's maintenance uniform in an effort to clean him up, all the while issuing a string of apologies. The man, frustrated, but placated by Buggie's efforts to help, eventually just said all was well and allowed Buggie to move on so that he himself could get a bite to eat.
Issuing one more apology as he passed through the doors, Buggie immediately deposited the caf-soaked wad of napkins in the pocket of his jacket and moved along back to his ship. He would make his departure from Ord Yndar shortly, but hopefully in the meantime, his observation droid had picked up on at least a few choice items of interest that he could factor into his developing plan.
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Sien DeCola...
DeCola and the Colonel spent the better part of the remainder of the day surveying the Alliance's facilities on Ord Yndar. To say that the facilities were expansive was an understatement even by the Alliance's measure.
"Well sir, I appreciate the time you've put in today. I think I have enough here for my primary report. I'll get right on it of course, and your office will of course be provided a copy. Tomorrow we'll further get into assessing the security of things."
"Good Commander. I'm an early riser. Meet me at 0600 in the Officer's Mess. I'd like to get an early start on things."
"Of course sir." With that DeCola saluted the Colonel and the Colonel finally took leave of DeCola. It had a been a long day and DeCola was exhausted, but he knew that there was a lot more work to be done. It was time to head back to his stateroom and get started on his report.
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"Sir."
The was no response.
"SIR?"
"What now OB-9?"
"Sir. It's 0430. I'm waking you up as you requested."
"Thanks OB-9."
DeCola had made good progress on his report, but for all of the progress he now made, he now felt the fatigue of the previous day's activities.
"OB-9, why don't you go find and bring me back a cup of caf? I'm going to need it if I'm going to be on top of my game today."
"Of course sir. I'll see if I can't find something that will suit your likes."
The droid left the room and DeCola decided it would be a good opportunity to hit thr refresher unit. He went into the refresher and stripped down. As he did so, he flipped on the sonics unit to help wash away the sleep and tiredness from his body. While standing there and allowing the unit to perform its function, DeCola heard something in the other room. DeCola knew that it was too soon for OB-9 to have returned and immediately assumed that whomever was making the noise must be an intruder. Fortunately, he had brought his holstered blaster pistol into the refresher with him to put on his side after redressing himself.
Hopping out on the sonics wihtout turning the unit off, DeCola wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed his blaster pistol. Wanting to catch the intruder off-guard, he threw open the door, blaster piston drawn.
"Hold it right there. Another move, and well at this range, I don't think I'll have any trouble hitting you."
The stranger whose back was to DeCola slowly stood up and turned around.
DeCola and the Colonel spent the better part of the remainder of the day surveying the Alliance's facilities on Ord Yndar. To say that the facilities were expansive was an understatement even by the Alliance's measure.
"Well sir, I appreciate the time you've put in today. I think I have enough here for my primary report. I'll get right on it of course, and your office will of course be provided a copy. Tomorrow we'll further get into assessing the security of things."
"Good Commander. I'm an early riser. Meet me at 0600 in the Officer's Mess. I'd like to get an early start on things."
"Of course sir." With that DeCola saluted the Colonel and the Colonel finally took leave of DeCola. It had a been a long day and DeCola was exhausted, but he knew that there was a lot more work to be done. It was time to head back to his stateroom and get started on his report.
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"Sir."
The was no response.
"SIR?"
"What now OB-9?"
"Sir. It's 0430. I'm waking you up as you requested."
"Thanks OB-9."
DeCola had made good progress on his report, but for all of the progress he now made, he now felt the fatigue of the previous day's activities.
"OB-9, why don't you go find and bring me back a cup of caf? I'm going to need it if I'm going to be on top of my game today."
"Of course sir. I'll see if I can't find something that will suit your likes."
The droid left the room and DeCola decided it would be a good opportunity to hit thr refresher unit. He went into the refresher and stripped down. As he did so, he flipped on the sonics unit to help wash away the sleep and tiredness from his body. While standing there and allowing the unit to perform its function, DeCola heard something in the other room. DeCola knew that it was too soon for OB-9 to have returned and immediately assumed that whomever was making the noise must be an intruder. Fortunately, he had brought his holstered blaster pistol into the refresher with him to put on his side after redressing himself.
Hopping out on the sonics wihtout turning the unit off, DeCola wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed his blaster pistol. Wanting to catch the intruder off-guard, he threw open the door, blaster piston drawn.
"Hold it right there. Another move, and well at this range, I don't think I'll have any trouble hitting you."
The stranger whose back was to DeCola slowly stood up and turned around.
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Buggie...
Once back at his shuttle, Buggie began the pre-flight sequence in anticipation of departing Ord Yndar for the Pesmenben system. Though the Nikto spacer had informed him that the edge of the Drogheda system was a good place for a transport bound Coreward to fuel up, it was what else the transport captain had said that stood out to Buggie. The Nikto implied that the station on Drogheda was not widely used by short-range freighters bound for the depot on Ord Yndar. Pesmenben's fueling station, however was so widely used that perishable items could spoil before the transport made its way through the fueling queue. A high-volume fueling station was exactly where Buggie needed to be if he was going to follow through with the next phase toward his ultimate goal of infiltrating the supply depot.
After he had changed his clothes to a set of maintenance overalls, Buggie removed the wad of napkins that he had stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. He had spilled a cup of caf all over the coveralls of a depot worker and, under the guise of helping to wipe the caf off the man's uniform, he had snatched the Human's code cylinders. The code cylinders would serve as his key into the supply depot, and while they wouldn't get him into restricted areas, they would at least allow him into the depot itself.
Before he was ready to depart, however, Buggie seated himself in the pilot's seat of his shuttle and accessed the imagery that the observation droid had supplied him with. The observation droid, in order to avoid the Alliance catching on to any transmissions, had returned to the shuttle while he was away and uploaded the results of its surveillance of the Alliance supply depot. As Buggie reviewed the images that had been captured, he was disappointed to find that the supply depot was much larger than he had originally anticipated. What more, since the ship he was seeking was nowhere to be found on the surface, it was likely that the Alliance had an extensive underground storage facility as well. A series of hatches on the surface that were likely elevators from the ground-level to underground-level levels of the depot seemed to support his deductions. He had a sufficient ground-level map of the facilities, but he needed to know what to expect once on the inside. He could risk sending the observation droid down one of the elevators to get inside, but that was a very risky proposition. If the Alliance caught on, the depot would be locked down and his odds of successfully infiltrating would become much lower.
Deciding against it, Buggie engaged the repulsorlifts and departed from Ord Yndar. Soon enough, he had broken orbit and was on his way to the fuel depot in the Pesmenben system. He would need to rely on his training and the Force once inside the depot, provided he made it that far!
Once back at his shuttle, Buggie began the pre-flight sequence in anticipation of departing Ord Yndar for the Pesmenben system. Though the Nikto spacer had informed him that the edge of the Drogheda system was a good place for a transport bound Coreward to fuel up, it was what else the transport captain had said that stood out to Buggie. The Nikto implied that the station on Drogheda was not widely used by short-range freighters bound for the depot on Ord Yndar. Pesmenben's fueling station, however was so widely used that perishable items could spoil before the transport made its way through the fueling queue. A high-volume fueling station was exactly where Buggie needed to be if he was going to follow through with the next phase toward his ultimate goal of infiltrating the supply depot.
After he had changed his clothes to a set of maintenance overalls, Buggie removed the wad of napkins that he had stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. He had spilled a cup of caf all over the coveralls of a depot worker and, under the guise of helping to wipe the caf off the man's uniform, he had snatched the Human's code cylinders. The code cylinders would serve as his key into the supply depot, and while they wouldn't get him into restricted areas, they would at least allow him into the depot itself.
Before he was ready to depart, however, Buggie seated himself in the pilot's seat of his shuttle and accessed the imagery that the observation droid had supplied him with. The observation droid, in order to avoid the Alliance catching on to any transmissions, had returned to the shuttle while he was away and uploaded the results of its surveillance of the Alliance supply depot. As Buggie reviewed the images that had been captured, he was disappointed to find that the supply depot was much larger than he had originally anticipated. What more, since the ship he was seeking was nowhere to be found on the surface, it was likely that the Alliance had an extensive underground storage facility as well. A series of hatches on the surface that were likely elevators from the ground-level to underground-level levels of the depot seemed to support his deductions. He had a sufficient ground-level map of the facilities, but he needed to know what to expect once on the inside. He could risk sending the observation droid down one of the elevators to get inside, but that was a very risky proposition. If the Alliance caught on, the depot would be locked down and his odds of successfully infiltrating would become much lower.
Deciding against it, Buggie engaged the repulsorlifts and departed from Ord Yndar. Soon enough, he had broken orbit and was on his way to the fuel depot in the Pesmenben system. He would need to rely on his training and the Force once inside the depot, provided he made it that far!
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Sien DeCola...
As the stranger began to turn, the stranger made a sudden move for a weapon that was at the stranger's side. Without hesitation, DeCola fired his blaster pistol at almost point blank range which sent the stranger hurtling to the ground. DeCola approached the downed stranger and grabbing the now limp body, rolled the stranger over to reveal that the stranger was a Fallen male. DeCola checked the body and discovered that the now fallen Falleen had code cylinder that identified him as Xian Zidan. The name meant nothing to DeCola, but he was certain that this was no coincidence.
As he stood over the body, two Alliance Navy troopers rushed down the hallway, with weapons drawn and entered into DeCola's room.
"Freeze right there!"
DeCola didn't move. "My name is Sien DeCola. I'm a Lieutenent Commander in the Alliance Navy. My credentials are on the nightstand there. I'm armed and placing my weapon on the floor now."
DeCola placed his weapon the floor. As he did so, one of the two troopers approached and slid his side arm away from him, keeping his blaster trained on DeCola the entire time. Meanwhile, the other trooper went over to the nightstand and took DeCola's credential and reviewed it.
"At ease, he checks out. Are you okay Commander?"
"I am now," DeCola said as he slowly stood up and adjusted his towel.
"What happened here sir?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I think this man here was looking for something. I didn't have time to question him as I caught him going through some of my things, and he didn't give me much opportunity to investigate the matter further."
"We'll take it from here sir."
"Thanks trooper. I'm going to put on some clothes. I'm sure that the Colonel will expect a full report."
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DeCola lost an entire day on his own investigation due to the new investigation into the intruder in his room. DeCola had OB-9 look into his credentials further, but there wasn't much to be discovered. The Falleen had only recently arrived on planet, but what DeCola did learn was the he was not a member of the Galactic Alliance military, but rather of a contractors crew hired to process the vasts amount of Alliance equipment.
"Ardan Za Corporation sir."
"Ardan Za? Can't say I've ever heard of them. Must be another new outfit." The Colonel shook his head. "That's it Commander, I'm shutting the whole operation down."
"While I would normally advise you to let this play out sir, I strongly agree. We need to put a lid on some of the activities here. I would restrict all Ardan Za personnel to quarters until they can be more thoroughly vetted."
"Lieutenant, you heard the Commander, get those people on lock down."
"Yes sir."
The Lieutenant left the room, leaving DeCola and the Colonel alone.
"As for you Commander, continue your investigation, and well, be careful."
"I plan on doing so sir. I've put in a request to have my team mobilized here. I need people I can trust, and while I'm sure have been putting your best foot forward sir, we need to get to the bottom of this and get there quickly."
"Well, Commander, this time I agree with you. Whatever you and your team need, it will be yours. Just let me know how I can help. When will your team arrive?"
"They'll be here in two or three days sir. In the meantime, I'm going to get down to business. Besides, there's more than one way to follow-up on a lead."
As the stranger began to turn, the stranger made a sudden move for a weapon that was at the stranger's side. Without hesitation, DeCola fired his blaster pistol at almost point blank range which sent the stranger hurtling to the ground. DeCola approached the downed stranger and grabbing the now limp body, rolled the stranger over to reveal that the stranger was a Fallen male. DeCola checked the body and discovered that the now fallen Falleen had code cylinder that identified him as Xian Zidan. The name meant nothing to DeCola, but he was certain that this was no coincidence.
As he stood over the body, two Alliance Navy troopers rushed down the hallway, with weapons drawn and entered into DeCola's room.
"Freeze right there!"
DeCola didn't move. "My name is Sien DeCola. I'm a Lieutenent Commander in the Alliance Navy. My credentials are on the nightstand there. I'm armed and placing my weapon on the floor now."
DeCola placed his weapon the floor. As he did so, one of the two troopers approached and slid his side arm away from him, keeping his blaster trained on DeCola the entire time. Meanwhile, the other trooper went over to the nightstand and took DeCola's credential and reviewed it.
"At ease, he checks out. Are you okay Commander?"
"I am now," DeCola said as he slowly stood up and adjusted his towel.
"What happened here sir?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I think this man here was looking for something. I didn't have time to question him as I caught him going through some of my things, and he didn't give me much opportunity to investigate the matter further."
"We'll take it from here sir."
"Thanks trooper. I'm going to put on some clothes. I'm sure that the Colonel will expect a full report."
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DeCola lost an entire day on his own investigation due to the new investigation into the intruder in his room. DeCola had OB-9 look into his credentials further, but there wasn't much to be discovered. The Falleen had only recently arrived on planet, but what DeCola did learn was the he was not a member of the Galactic Alliance military, but rather of a contractors crew hired to process the vasts amount of Alliance equipment.
"Ardan Za Corporation sir."
"Ardan Za? Can't say I've ever heard of them. Must be another new outfit." The Colonel shook his head. "That's it Commander, I'm shutting the whole operation down."
"While I would normally advise you to let this play out sir, I strongly agree. We need to put a lid on some of the activities here. I would restrict all Ardan Za personnel to quarters until they can be more thoroughly vetted."
"Lieutenant, you heard the Commander, get those people on lock down."
"Yes sir."
The Lieutenant left the room, leaving DeCola and the Colonel alone.
"As for you Commander, continue your investigation, and well, be careful."
"I plan on doing so sir. I've put in a request to have my team mobilized here. I need people I can trust, and while I'm sure have been putting your best foot forward sir, we need to get to the bottom of this and get there quickly."
"Well, Commander, this time I agree with you. Whatever you and your team need, it will be yours. Just let me know how I can help. When will your team arrive?"
"They'll be here in two or three days sir. In the meantime, I'm going to get down to business. Besides, there's more than one way to follow-up on a lead."
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Buggie...
Once Buggie's shuttle had proceeded through the queue outside of the Pesmenben fueling station, he linked up to the station via docking tube and boarded. The fueling station had small accommodations for general merchandise and supplies, as well as facilities for crew to disembark and use the restroom. There were nearly a dozen short-range freighters connected to the fueling station by Buggie's estimation. Chances were, at least one of them would be headed to the depot on Ord Yndar. Once he identified a suitable freighter, he planned to stow away aboard it and infiltrate the Galactic Alliance supply depot. As for his shuttle, he had instructed Twitter to make jump back to the Ord Yndar system, where his faithful droid would await his signal at the edge of the system.
Clad in a generic maintenance uniform, and with only the code cylinders that he had acquired within his pocket, Buggie proceeded down the corridor that ran along one side of the fueling station. The corridor itself was rather narrow, due to the massive amount of pumping infrastructure that was necessary to run the fueling operation. Despite that, Buggie could see far enough down the corridor to pick up on where the docking egresses that led to the other docked freighters had been built. Some of the egresses had crew members standing outside of them, likely seeking a change of scenery or an opportunity to stretch their legs. The nearest hatch next from Buggie had an orange-hued humanoid standing before it. The humanoid was occupied by the datapad in his hands, and didn't notice Buggie approaching.
With a small gesture of his hand, Buggie loosened the humanoid's lips, "Where are you hauling to?"
"Kashyyyk," the man automatically replied, not even looking up from the datapad.
With that, Buggie moved on to the next docking egress down the line that had a crew member loitering outside of it. Upon repeating the process, he found that this freighter was, in fact, bound for Ord Yndar. With a bit of the Force poured into his voice, Buggie suggested that the crewman go use the facilities, leaving the egress unsupervised long enough for Buggie to slip through and into the docking tube.
Buggie scurried across the docking tube and into the vessel where, fortunately, none of the crew had parked themselves on the other side of the hatch. He wasn't familiar with the layout of the ship, but he did see a compartment that, judging by what the chipped paint over top of it read, led to an engineering compartment. Banking on the chances of no one needing to access the engineering compartment during transit to Ord Yndar, Buggie chose that for his hideaway. It would likely be cramped within the engineering access, but he had withstood worse conditions. As he slipped into the access port, Buggie sealed the compartment behind him and found a small place between two unfamiliar systems to sit down and meditate. The light side of the Force began to wash over him and would blind him to the discomforts of his surroundings, particularly the hard floor that he sat upon. All that remained at this point was for Buggie to wait.
Once Buggie's shuttle had proceeded through the queue outside of the Pesmenben fueling station, he linked up to the station via docking tube and boarded. The fueling station had small accommodations for general merchandise and supplies, as well as facilities for crew to disembark and use the restroom. There were nearly a dozen short-range freighters connected to the fueling station by Buggie's estimation. Chances were, at least one of them would be headed to the depot on Ord Yndar. Once he identified a suitable freighter, he planned to stow away aboard it and infiltrate the Galactic Alliance supply depot. As for his shuttle, he had instructed Twitter to make jump back to the Ord Yndar system, where his faithful droid would await his signal at the edge of the system.
Clad in a generic maintenance uniform, and with only the code cylinders that he had acquired within his pocket, Buggie proceeded down the corridor that ran along one side of the fueling station. The corridor itself was rather narrow, due to the massive amount of pumping infrastructure that was necessary to run the fueling operation. Despite that, Buggie could see far enough down the corridor to pick up on where the docking egresses that led to the other docked freighters had been built. Some of the egresses had crew members standing outside of them, likely seeking a change of scenery or an opportunity to stretch their legs. The nearest hatch next from Buggie had an orange-hued humanoid standing before it. The humanoid was occupied by the datapad in his hands, and didn't notice Buggie approaching.
With a small gesture of his hand, Buggie loosened the humanoid's lips, "Where are you hauling to?"
"Kashyyyk," the man automatically replied, not even looking up from the datapad.
With that, Buggie moved on to the next docking egress down the line that had a crew member loitering outside of it. Upon repeating the process, he found that this freighter was, in fact, bound for Ord Yndar. With a bit of the Force poured into his voice, Buggie suggested that the crewman go use the facilities, leaving the egress unsupervised long enough for Buggie to slip through and into the docking tube.
Buggie scurried across the docking tube and into the vessel where, fortunately, none of the crew had parked themselves on the other side of the hatch. He wasn't familiar with the layout of the ship, but he did see a compartment that, judging by what the chipped paint over top of it read, led to an engineering compartment. Banking on the chances of no one needing to access the engineering compartment during transit to Ord Yndar, Buggie chose that for his hideaway. It would likely be cramped within the engineering access, but he had withstood worse conditions. As he slipped into the access port, Buggie sealed the compartment behind him and found a small place between two unfamiliar systems to sit down and meditate. The light side of the Force began to wash over him and would blind him to the discomforts of his surroundings, particularly the hard floor that he sat upon. All that remained at this point was for Buggie to wait.
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Re: Robbing a Neighbor (GA Only)
Original Post by Buggie...
((OOC: Want to keep this moving along. Is it okay to assume it takes a couple days to get back to Ord Yndar and that your team has just begun to arrive?))
The light side of the Force could only sustain Buggie for so long. By the second day, his backside had begun to ache so severely that he had no other option but to break himself out of his meditative trance. In the cramped engineering compartment, Buggie had little space for stretching out and he was growing restless. The ship should have arrived at Ord Yndar by this point, and he was certain he had felt the vessel touch down. Unexpectedly, though, Buggie could still sense the presences of the crew aboard the vessel. Only for a brief moment had any of the crew stepped off of the ship. What could be the issue?
A matter of hours later, judging by the display on Buggie's chronometer, he sensed multiple signs of life approaching the vessel. His interest piqued, Buggie extended his senses outward and called upon the Force to amplify his sense of hearing. Straining at first, Buggie picked up on the motorized sound of the boarding ramp being lowered and then the brief conversation that followed. It seemed that the depot was currently at a heightened level of security, and all vessels offloading supplies would require a thorough scan.
This was bad news for Buggie, who immediately crawled forward toward the engineering space's hatch. He was certain that the scan would yield one more lifeform than expected if the team were allowed to conduct their scan. He needed to find a way off of the ship, and he would need to sneak his way off the unfamiliar vessel without the team or the crew seeing him.
With few other options, Buggie popped the hatch and poked his head out from the compartment. The corridor remained empty, but there was the sound of several sets of feet approaching from out of sight, so Buggie quickly took refuge within the engineering compartment and sealed the hatch once more until the footsteps had passed. Standard procedure in a situation like this would call for the crew to disembark the vessel and wait outside while the scan was completed. That would solve one problem, but somehow Buggie would need to avoid the scanning crew that would be filtering onboard the vessel.
Popping the hatch once more and this time scooting out of the compartment, Buggie straightened out his maintenance coveralls and crept into the common room. He could sense that the scanning team was entering the vessel via the boarding ramp, so he took a corridor in the opposite direction from where he could sense the scanning team had momentarily paused before conducting their scan, likely powering up their high-sensitivity scanning device. A peek around the corner confirmed Buggie's suspicions. Cursing, he fell back around the corner and drew upon the Force.
The sound of the scanning device powering up, then immediately sputtering out was heard. The scanning team let out their own string of curses as they began to tend to their device. With a bit more focus, Buggie dimmed their senses enough that he was able to sneak down the corridor while their backs were turned and slip down the boarding ramp. The crew of the vessel were occupied with their own background checks near the front of the docking bay where the security officer's computer console was located. Trying his best to leave the scene, Buggie headed out toward the bay's service tunnel and withdrew his code cylinder. The possibility that the Galactic Alliance had canceled the codes didn't cross his mind as he pressed the cylinder into the data reader.
Buggie was rewarded with the wide door over the service tunnel sliding open, and so he stepped through and breathed a sigh of relief upon taking his first steps into the supply depot.
((OOC: Want to keep this moving along. Is it okay to assume it takes a couple days to get back to Ord Yndar and that your team has just begun to arrive?))
The light side of the Force could only sustain Buggie for so long. By the second day, his backside had begun to ache so severely that he had no other option but to break himself out of his meditative trance. In the cramped engineering compartment, Buggie had little space for stretching out and he was growing restless. The ship should have arrived at Ord Yndar by this point, and he was certain he had felt the vessel touch down. Unexpectedly, though, Buggie could still sense the presences of the crew aboard the vessel. Only for a brief moment had any of the crew stepped off of the ship. What could be the issue?
A matter of hours later, judging by the display on Buggie's chronometer, he sensed multiple signs of life approaching the vessel. His interest piqued, Buggie extended his senses outward and called upon the Force to amplify his sense of hearing. Straining at first, Buggie picked up on the motorized sound of the boarding ramp being lowered and then the brief conversation that followed. It seemed that the depot was currently at a heightened level of security, and all vessels offloading supplies would require a thorough scan.
This was bad news for Buggie, who immediately crawled forward toward the engineering space's hatch. He was certain that the scan would yield one more lifeform than expected if the team were allowed to conduct their scan. He needed to find a way off of the ship, and he would need to sneak his way off the unfamiliar vessel without the team or the crew seeing him.
With few other options, Buggie popped the hatch and poked his head out from the compartment. The corridor remained empty, but there was the sound of several sets of feet approaching from out of sight, so Buggie quickly took refuge within the engineering compartment and sealed the hatch once more until the footsteps had passed. Standard procedure in a situation like this would call for the crew to disembark the vessel and wait outside while the scan was completed. That would solve one problem, but somehow Buggie would need to avoid the scanning crew that would be filtering onboard the vessel.
Popping the hatch once more and this time scooting out of the compartment, Buggie straightened out his maintenance coveralls and crept into the common room. He could sense that the scanning team was entering the vessel via the boarding ramp, so he took a corridor in the opposite direction from where he could sense the scanning team had momentarily paused before conducting their scan, likely powering up their high-sensitivity scanning device. A peek around the corner confirmed Buggie's suspicions. Cursing, he fell back around the corner and drew upon the Force.
The sound of the scanning device powering up, then immediately sputtering out was heard. The scanning team let out their own string of curses as they began to tend to their device. With a bit more focus, Buggie dimmed their senses enough that he was able to sneak down the corridor while their backs were turned and slip down the boarding ramp. The crew of the vessel were occupied with their own background checks near the front of the docking bay where the security officer's computer console was located. Trying his best to leave the scene, Buggie headed out toward the bay's service tunnel and withdrew his code cylinder. The possibility that the Galactic Alliance had canceled the codes didn't cross his mind as he pressed the cylinder into the data reader.
Buggie was rewarded with the wide door over the service tunnel sliding open, and so he stepped through and breathed a sigh of relief upon taking his first steps into the supply depot.