Log:Mandalorians: Lethal Logistics

Mandalorians: In Plain Sight

OOC Date: January 1, 2022
Location: Fondor
Participants: Hahtavi Kora, Valeska Jaivon, Dailo Fett, Zevin Daodhri, Terek Rosol, Hapvarnna and Hadrix Kora as GM Clan Kora

Fondor City, the old Imperial Quater; now called Victory Sector, modeled like a military base but configured for day to day life. Barracks rub shoulders with apartments, an Officer's Club hailing from the first days of Fondor's alliance with The Galactic Empire converted into not only a VIP building for First Order Officers but also to be used as a grand meeting hall for political visitors and meetings.

That wasn't what the current crew were here for though.

Clad in armor and uniforms of the Order, they were maneuvering distantly from where they'd initially landed. A primary military landing port outside of Victory Sector. Headed towards a hump of duracrete near a tertiary internal port where,

<<"They handle a lot of the logistics down here, keeping those personnel in the middle of a sea of troops. No risk of hijacking between the shipyard and planet. No need to bring up additional provisions.">> Hadrix's voice over the private comms, the links installed that weren't the Order equipment. True privacy. <<"They automate a lot of it. The logistics crew are there to make sure it's working smooth.">>

The group wend their way deeper, past maintained block houses made to look upscale. Officers barracks more akin to luxury suites with cultivated lawns and greenery concealing the defensive barricades.

<<"We have a new asset who should be positioned...">> Hadrix had spent the hours since landing to now skulking through the city, finding a way to smuggle in a person with a massive red head and montrals... Someone who couldn't be an officer. Couldn't be a trooper. Having had to lay up under duracrete colored camo-netting for most of the day. <<"We go in, we slot the logistics team inside, put in the control 'updates' to move the materials to the appropriate containers... Then we head for Naboo. We'll have another shuttle at the nearby pad, to make our run from here.">>

To the entrance of a simple looking building in the shadow of the elevated landing area. One door visible. No windows. Flat roofed. Except for one lumpy thing near the access hatch above.

Dailo Fett walked with all the pomp and urgency of a commissioned officer. She had gloves over her hands, her cap was settled atop her head with dark hair fashioned in a /perfect/ bun, she had no make-up, not even chap-stick for her lips! Her uniform, and its respective armor, was shined in the way that suggested she rarely, if ever, saw action in the field. She carries a small case with her, her boot heels 'clip-clopping' over the plated floors (when there were plated floors), and her expression was hitched between neutral and resting bitch face.

<<"Acknowledged,">> Is all that's offered, Dailo's natural accent shining through.

Back in First Order armour once again. This time isn't quite as bad as the prior. Valeska has made it a point between missions to adjust the fasteners. Reposition the plates and even tuck away a surprise or two should the need call for it. Though the exterior was every bit First Order regulation, the gooey center was one hundred percent Mandalorian.

With her rifle in hand but at rest, barrel down, Valeska -- FS-23578 -- follows the group through the compound. No nod is given to hint she heard anything nor does she chance, just yet, to speak even on private comms. She knows how out-of-place her accent can be. So for now it's lizardmonkey see, lizardmonkey do.

Back at it again, Hahtavi has removed and stowed his Mandalorian Dreadfinder armor on board the Woor'tra for safe keeping. He's now kitted out in the same Stormtrooper armor he'd worn before, his identification number in mind. His Mandalorian made Galaar rifle is once more carefully disguised to look like a more appropriate rifle for a typical Stormtropper to carry.

As he follows his Al'verde and 'Vanna', Hahtavi times his strides to Valeska's as before. The HUD system in this helmet reminds him of how much he prefers his own armor. <<"Slot'm, update, and head for Naboo. Got it.">> His Mandalore accented baritone acknowledges over their private coms.

The whole part about a 'new asset' gets an unseen brow but no questions. Haht knows all will become clear when he needs to know. He trusts Hadrix.

<<"Understood.">> Today, Zevin is just FS-20427, a First Order trooper with a riot baton and pistol out in his hands. The baton is not activated. <<"Jus' how loud 're we expectin' to get?">> Turns out thirty years as a Mandalorian gives you a solid military bearing. You don't even have to pretend, unless you're having to do some goose-stepping parade ground nonsense. <<"Seems like a bad spot for 't, you ask me.">> Nobody did, especially the First Order, when deciding where to put their useful-to-steal supplies. <<"We expectin' to talk our way in or sneak our way in?">>

Hidden. Camoflauged. Ori'Hapvarnna sits under a net for what is certainly -- hours. Far longer than most decide to sit under nets. He isn't subtle - and that's the reason for the net. Even now, with the Dreadfinder Armor painted, glittering, gleaming, and stored away; Hapvarnna sits most of the time. He sits, and waits, and while doing so the Y'gritti stares up at the glowing star while hands make devilish signs in the air; red-white banded digits playing over a collection of grenades that rival the hoards of shiny rocks some children keep.

The Togruta, dressed in that Sith Armor, tugs out his solar pendant and when it is time he can be found growling, churning his voice in feral whispers that show glinting-gold fangs. "Ssssuuuuunnnn." A mantra. "Sssssuuuuuun." A prayer. Fragmentation grenades in either hand. Something sits in his lap, wrapped in black cloth. It's when Hadrix's voice reaches him, that Ori'Hapvarnna waits for his orders: Chanting ceased.

Mandalorian armor has been put away, Stormtrooper armor brought to bear. Terek had never worn this particular armor before, but he had managed to get into it without too much trouble. He had brought his Glie-44 but for the moment had it tucked away in a holster, instead opting to have the electro baton out to help sell the look. Designation number was 22665. Easy enough to remember.

<"Got it. I'll follow your lead when it comes to how we get inside." If they're going to shoot their way in though, he wonders if that doesn't defeat the purpose of the disguises.

<<"Preferable we go in and make as little noise as possible. Broken necks, blades, stun batons and a foot on the throat. Your particular skillset might be specifically useful, 20427.">> Hadrix's low rumble on comms, in position as the 'sergeant' on the Lieutenant's security detail.

With the group moving up the walk to the simple gray durasteel doors there is a circular opening and a standardized 'droid eye' extends, turning to take the approaching lot in, "Halt; Name and orders." an automated voice, programmed with all of the 'standard' pomp of First Order officer corps.

<<"Ori'Hap, be ready to enter. No ordinance. Not yet anyway.">> Because he's worked with the togrutta enough times to know. With the sunlight still up it would mask flashes, but sound still carried.

The droid eye continues to stare, zeroing in on the officer of the group first and foremost. Behind at the lane wide enough for two small transport speeders to pass side by side a small fleet of MSE move past, on cleaning duty, with a four legged version of a power droid ambling behind, issuing a distorted 'Plunnnk' from time to time.

Having already received their code cylinder earlier for another compliance inspection, Lt. Vanna plucks it from her blouse and feeds it into the slot by the door. "Leftenant Yut Vanna, Logistics Command. Orders are for compliance inspection. It will not be on any schedule. This is the second of several for this location." Dailo reports, kicking herself for giving a tad too much information. Still, they were approved for this section already, and it aligned with what they told the duty officer.

Having already received their code cylinder earlier for another compliance inspection, Lt. Vanna plucks it from her blouse and feeds it into the slot by the door. "Leftenant Yut Vanna, Logistics Command. Orders are for compliance inspection. It will not be on any schedule. This is the second of several for this location." Dailo reports, kicking herself for giving a tad too much information. Still, they were approved for this section already, and it aligned with what they told the duty officer.

Try as she might, Valeska was not able to conceal a vibrosword on her person. No trick of perspective or shifting of armour plates would allow it. Not without it getting quite precarious in the derriere. Not to mention nigh impossible to draw the blade once in position without cutting something vital off. But she did slip in a blade and a stun baton both.

<<"Slice and dice. Easy enough.">> Knowing Hapvarnna is here, Valeska shifts just a little in her armour as Dailo talks/lies to the droid. <<"Hap. I trust you are not running naked today.">> Then her comms fall silent again in wait for something to happen. Or nothing to happen. Never know when dealing with hostiles that operate on programming and not neurons.

<<"Copy that.">> To the part where Hadrix wants them to take out the team inside /quietly/. Hahtavi can do quiet, can't he? Maybe. In his Stormtroopie guise he's currently carrying a rifle, standing looking alert while the El-Tee speaks with the droid. On his utility belt is a stun baton so that should do nicely, or he could use his hands. Rifle is on a strap if he needs to let it go in a hurry.

Otherwise FS-12500 stands quietly, endlessly patient while their officer sorts things out to get them inside. His helmet slowly turns, keeping an eye on the goings on around them until they are cleared to move through.

Zevin stops in good order with everyone else while Dailo makes her play. His head doesn't turn - that is not something he's supposed to do. But they can't stop his eyes from roving. <"If 't doesn't buy it, there's small cracks in the wall that'll probably open wide with automated guns. There's also a barracks up beyond the wall. Not distinctly marked as stormtrooper, so probably jus' eff-oh army. Still,"> His right forefingers stretch, next to where his pistol sits. <"Blaster fire is blaster fire, y'know? Be ready.">

The Togruta keeps his hiding place, shifting back and forth, with legs crossed. A lap full of enough ordinance to take out some buildings. The comms-link sits at his throat, and as Hadrix's voice rises, the Y'gritti gives a laaaauuuuugh. Low, but his fangs can be heard clicking with excitement. Biting the air. <"Him be sitting, him be brrrreeeaaathing. I do, Orrrr-rrrr-rrr-i Hapvarrr-rr-rrrnnaaa."> The trilling can be heard in their ears, the excitement, the way his thumbs touch the switches on explosive devices. <"Hahahaaaa. Blooooded. I do, he do, wearrrr some dark colors. To hide Suun's Gifts! Just for now. Do not ffffret."> The reminder has the Togruta drawing the wrappings up, to play the part appropriately they drape over his large, decorated, brightly colored montral. Orange eyes. The Togruta can 'see' in every direction, drawing in on those togrutalocated shapes. Designs. Taking it like a sign from his Gods. Then they'll hear a terrible...chuckle...over the comms.

For the moment Terek stands back, letting the leader take the lead. After all he's trying not to come across as overstepping his bounds as a regular 'ol Stormtrooper.

However he does subvocalize into comms, <"Looks like a potential entrance up at the top. Window there. Might be a painful drop but it shouldn't kill you if you come in that way. Or if we have to leave that way.">

There's a moment, seconds more than feels there should be, a whirring and series of clicks as the droid eye's system runs. A lot of information and there is no simulated body language from the machine not set for protocol or organic relations. But the 'lids' over the sphere blink once with a clack before it utters, "Acknowledged. Entry granted."

The hatch seals behind the group after the last has entered. Cold, clean, recessed imagery of the Empire faint beneath new plaster and paint. Gray runners on the floor and indirect lighting to eliminate shadows on the initial straight hall moving in with clear markings where the hall becomes a T-split. Housing to the left. Operations to the right.

A man with small eyes and a large snarl stomping from the housing section, tugging his hat on as he goes, looking flustered and frustrated lifting a hand with likely intent to put a finger in Dailo's face, confidence bolstered by the sight of Lieutenant boxes and his own being a captain's, "Compliance inspection! This is outrageous! I want your superior! I WANT THEM ON COMMS NOW!" petulance and indignation written all over him.

Oop, and there's that finger centimeters from Dailo's nose.

Dailo stepped through the threshold first and upon seeing the storming officer, mentally prepared herself for what was to follow. <<"I intend violence,">> She warns, just as his screaming gets within the vicinity of flinging moist spit, and his finger in Dailo's face. He has some clue that something is awry when she doesn't respect the distance and swings. His training kicks in, stepping back, her hook missing. What he did not account for was the sudden transition from hook to elbow, and she struck his neck hard, rendering the man incapable of yelling for the time being.

She shoves the Captain to her squad to dispatch, and bends slightly to pick her briefcase back up. <<"Take his code cylinders when he is through.">> Dailo says, her voice a touch winded, but calm still.

Well, they got in. That's progress. And Hapvarnna is wearing pants. Bonus points.

Passing through the entrance, the group is stopped again by a Captain who is about to have a very bad day. Said bad day commences when he puts a finger in 'Lt. Yut Vanna's' face. With front row seats, Valeska is ready for the rebound, slinging her rifle to hang from her shoulder.

The staggered, blood-choked man is practically thrown in her direction; caught by the shoulders with both ebony gloved hands. WHAM! A hard, shiny white helmet rams into his forehead with a classic Keldabe Kiss; the Captain's eyes crossing a bit as an unbearable sting shoots into his sinuses.

Annoyed he still is awake, Valeska finishes the move with a punch across his pompous face; letting him carry the momentum to the side where he meets the wall and slides down unconscious. <<"Roger.">> Pawing at the prone man, Valeska finds the code cylinders and pockets them with a jaunty little whistle into the internal links as she pulls out her vibroknife and follows the others.

Without saying anything more, Hahtavi slings his rifle and pulls his baton. He slips past the Lieutenant and Valeska beating the Captain senseless to take up a watchful position to look up and down each side of the T-corridor.

His private coms click on, <<"Hatch opening. Two military uniforms coming out at a fast walk, headed this way - probably trying to catch up with that Captain, over.">> As Hahtavi is already watching them, he steps back and waits quietly where he is at the corner. There he waits, baton low in his left hand waiting for them to come around that corner. And when they do...

At the sound of violence over comms, that solar pendant is quietly stuffed back into his black robes. He dresses much like a Sith. There's even the flowing cape of doom, and that wrapped package that is slung over one shoulder. He stands, and when Hadrix's voice calls to him?

The tall pyromaniac turns towards the dying light, gives a bow of his head, and makes for the interior where the rest of his Family have moved. A hand sliding under the armor, and one might hear the whine of electrical components come to life...and over the comms? <"Eee-hehehehehe.">

Zevin mirrors Hahtavi on the other side. It's like they planned this. He checks his corner, but doesn't add anything to the report: he sees the same thing. It might be unusual to see a stormtrooper stretched out against the wall to avoid being seen - not their /traditional/ M.O. But today that is happening, FS-20427 having his baton ready for the second officer en route. He nods slightly to Hahtavi and waits.

"Moving to intercept the officers." Terek says over the comms, as he turns and starts running in that direction. He sprints around the corner and comes face to face with the pair of them. He slams the electro baton outwards, and spins it around into the attack stance, before launching himself forward.

There's absolutely no warning, the closer of the two officers finds himself slammed in the side of the head with the baton. It's probably extremely confusing for him and the other officer that's still standing, especially as the stormtrooper helmet turns to glare at him.

In the wake of it all there is a grinding crackle with Hadrix on rearguard of the lot, his boot having just left the cheek of the officer whose neck is bent much too far to one side and his breathing is stopped.

<<"No survivors.">> reminded as the big man continues forward.

The other officer, staring wide eyed at the stormtrooper that comes out of nowhere to pound his companion into a deep and dreamless slumber. Hands fumbling for his belt, for his service pistol while his jaw works and his eyes flick rapidly. Not even enough cognisance to go for his comm at this point. Only a strangled, "Guh!?"

The elite shock forces of his own government, kicking in teeth. What did they do wrong?!

Above, as the Togrutta descends the stairs he finds himself in a simple corridor bisecting the floor. Hatches are open, equipment tones and clicking audible. Bored voices. Unaware targets.

<<"Ori'Hap, if you have something that blast quiet, weapons free.">> Hadrix's voice over comms again. Within one of the rooms it looks like simple sensor equipment and a quartet in black uniforms. To the right, droids in charging stations. Two protocol droids and a quartet of astromechs. All glossy black with their optics dim.

Now Mandalorians are doing what they do best. More problems make their way outside and into the hall, and Mandalorians solve those problems succinctly. Dailo stands by as people shift into position and quietly observes each scenario of violence carried out. No survivors, the words from the core-world accented Mando Commander echo in the back of her mind, and she nods with understanding. The angry Captain is paid one last look, and Dailo feels a moment of sympathy for the man. He was only upset about a surprise inspection, and now, he was dead for it.

She releases a quiet breath and pivots toward the direction of the others, casually stepping by the fresh carrions of two others whilst moving for the next section they needed to go. She does pause a moment to wait for Val, extending her gloved hand to take the code cylinders from her.

There he was aiming for surprise finese paired up with the new fella Zevin he doesn't know yet, but catching the nod from the other as the pair of them wait just a few seconds for the two First Order guys to walk past.. instead, there goes Terek, as if he were trying out for a meshgeroya team. WHAM! Well, at least Terek doesn't miss the first one!

The other Kora steps out a few seconds sooner than initially planned. Hahtavi jogs the two steps and brings his own baton up from down low, taking the other First Order regular up under the chin and cleaning his clock. The baton sizzles and zaps with the impact, the sound of the guy's teeth possibly audible as his jaw is slammed.

Makes you /almost/ feel sorry for the guys as they hit the deck plates. <<"Good job, Terek. Let's finish them.">> As some of the others move to get past them and head for ops, Hahtavi goes down on one knee and uses his hands to snap the neck on the man he downed. Terek can finish the other, but either way, between them and Hadrix they'll be sure.

When the two officers are taken down, Zevin slips forward on silent feet, eases open the door to the Operations room. Forward he pads, highly visible in white armor if anyone had looked his way. But why would they? There's nothing there, clearly.

The extension of the riot control baton and the electricity arcing across its surface happens right before the sergeant leans over to tie his shoe, and it hits - nothing. Oops. He winds up again, both other soldiers looking at him now, but he lands the blow right on the sergeant's head this time. Then swinging it forward and circling it around again, it knocks one of the others back into the wall, whence he falls to the ground.

He looks at the other trooper, tilting his head to the side, weapon held ready. The stormtrooper mask has no expression, but the body language says 'Are you really going to do this, kid?'

With Dailo, Hadrix, and Valeska dealing with the Captain -- teamwork makes the dream work, ya'll -- more hostiles are on the way, but are quickly handled. Seeing Lt. Vanna's hand outstretched, Valeska holds up a finger in 'oooooh riiiiight' then she produces the code cylinder to hand it over.

The hand off complete, FS-23578 turns her head to regard the large Stormtrooper snuffing the life out of the Captain and nods. <<"Copy that.">> Now on cleanup patrol, Valeska approaches three of the newly unconscious -- potentially already dead -- bodies and kneels over them one by one. With a quick, clean stab between their ribcages; aiming for the heart and attempting to minimize any blood splattering on her nice, ivory armour.

If they're not dead, they are now. If they were already, they're double dead. No survivors.

Like any REAL SITH, Hapvarnna approaches things out of Suun's Gaze. Out of The Light. This creature, wrapped in black, moves through the walls - one foot heavier than the other - he limps like some kind of old pirate. It's the suit. The armor. It does not flex well with his prosthetic. But the beeps and whirring of equipment, the way this world draws itself in his mind's eye: Togrulocation. Orange eyes spot one room full of Sleeping Spirits, the other? Prey. They won't see the gold-fanged smile under that face-wrap of black and durasteel, as the cryoban globes are twisted...and then set just inside the room. Five....Four...Three..

The Togruta moves down the stairs, his voice crackling over the comms. <"Daarrrrrk rules His hands, and He quiets the Dreaming T'ings...Sensors and Officerrrrs down.">

The room he leaves behind looks as if all of the heat had been sucked away, like the dead of space. Electronics fail. Sensory equipment lights die. Flesh turns to something more like glass. Blood erupts from veins, only to freeze on the surface.

Terek turns to Hahtavi as he takes down the other trooper, and there's a grin even though the helmet hides it, <"These are really the best the First Order can offer?"> There's sitll another guy standing however, and Terek turns his attention to them. He drives forward, swinging the staff around again to land a blow to the side of the trooper's side, following him down to the ground to ensure that he's out before he gets back to his feet.

<"Another one down. We should hurry.">

<<"These are regular army, 22665. They're not stormtroopers.">> Hadrix's rumble on comms as he tosses another cylinder to Dailo, <<"Upload that into the logistics system. It'll get the materiel to the cargo containers we want.">> turning to head towards housing himself, hanging his F-11 and pulling knives from his equipment, stacking up on the door and dipping in just when the hissing [ansi(#87FFD7,POP) of the cryoban is going off, the stairwell to his right past the hatch.

<<"Copy Ori'Hap. Check for others then move down. I'm checking the 'racks.">> disappearing for the moment and leaving the others to do as they wish.

The operations room takes up fully one third of the lower floor of the building, not so large as it is. System banks running data readouts, equipment being moved, where, priority level. The station that the NCO had been manning before the brutal whacking by Zevin showing the name Yut Vanna, Lieutenant in a search prompt and various scrolls going up, periodically reporting 'Unknown'.

No comms are blinking. Nothing seems to be alerted as of yet. Likely stopped by a lucky application of electrified stun paddle.

Taking the cylinder from both Valeska and Hadrix, Dailo nods and quietly steps into operations to have a look around. She sets her case on one of the tables and moves toward the most obvious computer terminal, casually pulling a draped body from it to begin the process.

She's not blind to the search they were doing, but for now she minimizes that screen and fulfills their mission parameters first. The code cylinder contents were uploaded and inputted into the logistics system. Accepted.

Now, she returns to the surveillance client on the screen and begins to delete each entry to include search parameters and facial recognition. Everything is deleted and cleared. 4-Lom would be proud of her, she thought; well, if droids could feel emotion.

Dailo ejects the code cylinder now that the upload is done, pockets it, and takes hold of her case again. <<"Objective complete, Commander. I took the initiative to delete all surveillance data and related searches made because of our arrival.">>

The cleanup patrol keeps on a'chuggin': making scheduled stops at Deadman Junction, Stabby Depot, Shank Station, and Walla Walla Washington.

While the other members of the strike team split to various roles of progress and security, Valeska opts to stay behind and make sure that none of the sleepers ever wake up. Dead or not dead, they all get a slip of her blade as if she were silencing the heart of a beast recently felled. Pools of blood gather beneath each one as the crimson-painted Mando stalks from mark-to-mark. <<"Clean up is going well,">> she updates the group. <<"Ready to act as back-up when needed.">>

Moving to follow Hadrix and make sure his Al'verde has backup in the event the barracks turn out to be full of more than a couple of people, Hahtavi leaves Dalo and the others to work in the ops center. Only, he doesn't get more than a few steps before something catches his eye.

Haht takes a step back, double checks that he sees the small 'in use' light that caught his eye, then he's cautiously lifting his baton and opening the hatch for the loo. In he steps.

An instant later there is the sound of a electrified baton whacking the crap out of somebody and a body slamming into a urinal. Ouch. You know that had to hurt. Poor bastard with his wang hanging out doesn't even know what hit him.

A few more seconds are spent to break the fella's neck. Make even a Mando feel kind of bad for these people, but gotta do the job. A moment later and Trooper FS-12500 steps out of the loo and carries on.

Moving to follow Hadrix and make sure his Al'verde has backup in the event the barracks turn out to be full of more than a couple of people, Hahtavi leaves Dalo and the others to work in the ops center. Only, he doesn't get more than a few steps before something catches his eye.

Haht takes a step back, double checks that he sees the small 'in use' light that caught his eye, then he's cautiously lifting his baton and opening the hatch for the loo. In he steps.

An instant later there is the sound of a electrified baton whacking the crap out of somebody and a body slamming into a urinal. Ouch. You know that had to hurt. Poor bastard with his wang hanging out doesn't even know what hit him.

A few more seconds are spent to break the fella's neck. Make even a Mando feel kind of bad for these people, but gotta do the job. A moment later and Trooper FS-12500 steps out of the loo and carries on.

Meanwhile, at the door out of the Operations room that the covert Mando team did not take, Zevin is trying to prevent early discovery of their messes. He is hitting his armored fist into the control panel, over and over, but it's not doing anything perceptible except, when the button is pressed, opening the door.

It hisses open. It hisses closed. It hisses open. It hisses closed. It hisses open.

He stares at it, shaking his fingers loose. He presses the button once more to close the door, and just walks away.

<"Sleeping Spirits it. Nothing else found. Let themmmm, frozen, lie still."> Untouched. Ori'Hapvarnna then moves downstairs, a hand on another Cryoban, baneded thumb sliding over the globe. Orange eyes wandering the walls, the components, afforded that security by his other senses.

With the targets being down, and the group not being swarmed by stormtroopers, Terek takes this time to sling his baton over his back and draw his pistol. There's no need to continue trying to sell the illusion of being a Stormtrooper anymore. Though he still keeps the helmet on in order to hopefully deflect a blow to the head if it comes to that.

A sweep of the spare number of rooms. Two officer quarters, the general 'racks... and the fresher that Hahtavi is clearing out. With each room Hadrix checks, an innocuous half-sphere is tucked in a corner, buttons tapped and warning tone systems disengaged. A couple minutes work while Dailo is messing with the computer systems, Hapvarnna is descending and the sun is dipping below the horizon, leaving only street lights to illuminate, creating pools of shadow.

<<"Precision... If I didn't know better I'd have thought actual Stormtroopers had done this.">> even if there is a former -actual- stormtrooper here. A loose fist lightly 'tonking' Hahtavi's shoulder plate when they start for the main corridor again. <<"Lieutenant, if you've got the commands in, we're good to exfil. Left some surprises in the quarters sector when they eventually come sniffing.">>

Because Thermal Detonators do a good job of extreme property damage.

<<"Don't go back into the barracks after Hahtavi and I leave it">>

Quiet reigns inside the halls of the logistics center. No alarms and with darkness to help conceal the Togruta in their midst - it's a clear path to escape where a woman dressed in TIE pilot uniform will be waiting at the controls to bring their lot back up, to where the jump to lightspeed can be made.

Yet no back-up was needed. Valeska takes a moment to clean her blade, wiping the blood from half a dozen or so hapless NCOs on the nearest uniform she can find. A stroke stroke and it's clean enough to go back into the sheath hidden under her backplate. <<"Copy that, Alor,">> Valeska answers, making for the exist with the rest of the group. <<"I hear Naboo is lovely this time of year.">>