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[thanateros]

DeSuto clears his throat audibly while massaging it with his right hand.

 

"Yes," he alerts, "I have several questions. First of all, how are we to know who to contact once we reach the planet surface as I'm sure any hint of rebellious factions are well hidden and extremely weary of people who approach their organizations. Second, this orbital platform you are talking about, how are we to secure it once the garrison is attacked; I'm sure our offensive will rouse some attention regardless of how coordinated it is and might bring the weight of the imperial navy on us...and our allies," he continues," Merc ships sound a tad suspecious, especially given my experience. Are you sure there aren't any civilian transports opperating to and from the planet that we could use instead?"

 

He pauses for a response. His arms return to their folded position across his torso. An expression of intent interest and concern floods his face.

[Peregrine]

The officer waits for you to finish your questions before he begins to answer. Once you finish, he looks down at a page of notes for a moment then replies. "Your contacts are unknown. We have a list of possibilities that you will be given, but nothing definite. That will be your first job, to study and report back on the extent and location of resistance groups."

 

He presses another putton on the control rod, and the station returns to the display. Side notes and technical details highlight the station's defenses and weapons. Overall firepower appears to be average for the station's 1.5km size.

 

"The station is one of your main objectives for exactly the reason you mentioned. Coordinating an attack on it will be difficult. That is why you are being sent in advance of our attack. We can not make the hyperspace jump with enough precision to eliminate the station before it can bring its systems online, or worse.... standard Imperial response to planetary revolutions begins with orbital bombardment of any resistance. You must be ready to destroy, disable, or capture the station as soon as our fleet enters the system."

 

"As for the mercenary ships, you will be doing exactly what you suggested. You will be entering the system as 'independent traders', and your official identification will support your claim. But even if your deception fails, you shouldn't have much trouble. The local Imperial forces are concerned only with the rebellion, and are known to take bribes to ignore smuggling and piracy."

[thanateros]

"The station still itches the me in a place I just can't scratch quite yet. Perhaps, and pardon me for saying so, it might be worth investigating whether or not we could get commandos on board the station prior to the garrison attack. We could disable their bombardment craft and knock out the station's reactor effectively making it a sitting duck for the rest of the fleet."

 

It's obvious he's enjoying the discussion.

 

"I don't suppose any of you," he generalizes to the rest of the team, "have skills in finding hidden rebel factions? Perhaps our Trandoshen friend here could sniff them out for us?" he grins.

[Peregrine]

"Your plan would meet our requirements. In fact, it matches our planning on this subject. In an ideal situation, you would board in advance and temporarily disable the station, capturing it intact. But since we do not know the full details of the situation there, we have decided not to commit to a specific solution to the station problem yet. You will have to use your own judgement there."

 

He points the control rod at a section of the display and it focuses on the listing of the station's crew.

 

"As you can see, we know very little about the station's security force. Depending on the resources and support you find, you may be too outnumbered to attempt a boarding operation. We do know that at least a light security force is maintained at all times to protect against pirate attacks, so you will definitely not be able to walk in unopposed. But how much more than that is aboard can only be discovered once you are there."

[thanateros]

"Hmm, know of any pirate troupes in the immediate region that might be willing to act as a diversion, for their cut of whatever "Imperial treasures" might be on board. It might also be possible to bribe our way onto the station. It appears most people in the Outer Rim can be influenced by the value of a credit."

[Peregrine]

For this question, the commander has to flip through a few pages of notes looking for an answer. Finally, he returns his attention to you. "No, not that we have definite information on. Pirate organization in that sector is too chaotic to keep up to date information on. Unlike the Hutt-controled sectors, there isn't a dominant group, and nobody with a desire to unite them. Any temporary alliances end as soon as the profits stop coming. The pirate leader we know of today could be dead tomorrow and his group's alliances shifted to the opposite."

[Kethruch]

Gueldiar looks somewhat confused by the stormtroopers' actions. But, what the heck. He could use a drink. Usually, he would wear the saber in concealment, but he had once again found it hanging off of his belt in plain sight. It was as if it was always begging to be used - to draw him toward the actions that would reveal to him his true purpose in the universe. He knew he had one, but he just didn't know what it was. Perhaps on this planet he would find it out.

 

"Come, max" he says out loud, and the droid behind him whirrs into motion and comes closer to him. He takes the saber and places it in a compartment in the droid for safe keeping, then heads for the bar where he saw the guards head toward. Partway there, he stops.

 

"Max, what can you tell me about this planet? How is it aligned, and how tight might security be?" He asks, awaiting the response.

[Peregrine]

The droid beeps a few times, then begins speaking quietly with the dull tone of a preprogramed information file.

 

"Habassa: 4th Planet, Habassa System

Outer Rim Territories

Alignment: Imperial Loyalist

Security: Complete

 

One moment....."

 

The droid's status lights change and you recognize the beeps of an information search in progress.

 

"Security: Relaxed and easily bribed.

Customs Enforcement Level: Low

Anti-Rebel Enforcement: High

 

Any additional requests?"

[Stampede]

At the mention of his race, Ishtah snapped out of the daydream that had enveloped him and regarded the Ubese, practically half of Ishtahs size. However Ishtah's training had taught him how to determine a potential threat. He could tell by the way the Ubese carried himself that he too may have enjoyed the thrill of the hunt...he would keep a respectful eye on DeSuto.

 

He turned to the commander and hissed:

 

"Will I...we get to kill Imperials? High Imperials? I care not for the fodder."

[Malchik]

Kell Olafsson grunts. He feels as if his ship has been commandeered. It would have been nice to be forewarned.

 

He says: "I don't like to sound sour but that ship is my income. What chance is there of making enough to live on in this scheme of yours? Or will I get the chance to do some of my own business as well?"