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tech_nicallyI - Evaluation - A training session turned deadly.
II - Retrieval - A mission isn't without its complications.
III - Countdown - Objective; remove inhibitor chips.
II - Retrieval - A mission isn't without its complications.
III - Countdown - Objective; remove inhibitor chips.
II - Retrieval
Date: 2022-11-07 05:39 am (UTC)What we need is a diversion!
[You hear one of the two interlopers speak up, related so far as you can tell, sisters, perhaps. After the same target and now you're all forced to hunker down and try to get out of here together in one piece.
As she explains her plan you keep firing, picking off security droids, but more just seem to keep coming.]
We need an army to get out of this. And we happen to have one.
[She means the deactivated Separatist droids all along the conveyor line being moved to be melted down.]
If you activate those Clankers, they'll start shooting at us. [Echo's concerns are understandable, as these were the very droids the Republic has had to fight in the war, and his experience with the Separatists has been particularly personal. Yet you know it doesn't quite work that way.]
Not if we're controlling the droid that's controlling them. [The woman explains as she sets to work on the droid's head while Omega, your smallest squad member, holds it. For all Hunter's concerns as she'd thrown herself into things earlier, you still think the young clone handles herself pretty well when given the chance.]
An excellent idea.
[The woman finishes up with a "That should do it!" and Omega flips it over. The droid's optics flicker, its monotone voice sputtering out weakly.]
Can...not transmit...
[Omega looks at you, concern etched on her face.] It didn't work!
[Looks like you're up. But you're confident about this task. Slicing into one droid is easier than multiple ones by far, and you've dealt with Separatist droids before.]
It will. Once we boost the signal. And this will help me access the program.
[You plug in one device and then plunge a data rod into the underside of the droid's head and set to work. An opportunity's been presented, and since you're both here for the tactical droid you make the best of the situation. You estimate that you should be able to copy the data while you slice into its programming. Omega meanwhile tries contacting Wrecker- come to think of it, you haven't heard from him since he'd rebooted the power for the systems.
The other sister is getting impatient.] Brilliant plan, Trace! Really, one of your best.
We just need a little more time!
[Time which is quickly dwindling as the sound of more police droids can be heard amongst the increase of blaster fire. But there's something else too, an almost gleeful shout from above. You don't have to look to know what's going on. Wrecker's finally rejoined you, and doing what he does best, by the sound of things.]
Hang on... Data exchange is nearly complete. [You watch the download finish up just in time, snatching up the data rod.] Done!
What is happening...
[Trace grabs the head from Omega.] Activate battle droids. Command them to attack all police droids.
Affirmative.
[You all look back towards the droids, watching as antennas extend and claws release countless numbers of them in various states of being, whole or missing limbs, but they all activate and rise jankily. They may seem unwieldy but you know what damage they can do with focus and numbers.]
Command sequence. Your target is factory security personel.
[The droids leap from the conveyor belts, some landing on the police droids, the heavier B2s opening fire with their built in blasters, joined by B1s fortunate enough to still have their weapons while those without bodily throw themselves into the fray. You catch Echo and one battle droid aiming guns at each other before the droid turns upon realizing him to not be a target. Echo sounds a little stunned.] Never thought I'd see battle droids helping us.
That's our cue. [Hunter continues to lay down cover fire as he rises from behind the console.] Move out!
[As the others move past you, you pass off the data rod to him.] Mission accomplished.
Nice work.
[You hustle out, but even outside of the factory things are still hot, the group met with a hail of shots from more police droids, likely part of the called reinforcements. Hunter doesn't even have to relay orders as the squad easily falls into covering each other. Even with one less, it doesn't completely throw everyone off. You and Wrecker work on covering the rear as police droids emerge in pursuit, trusting the others to clear the way until Trace and Rafa's ship gets here. Thankfully the battle droids start to make their way out of the factory, providing adequate cover for everyone to make their escape as the ship pulls up, and you all make a run for it. Their droid flies you up and out, and for a moment you can catch your breath.
The model of ship isn't one you're familiar with. Pieced together from others, probably. It's much larger than the Marauder. As Echo and Wrecker have a seat up front, you remain with Hunter and Omega at the rear with the sisters.]
All that work, for nothing. [Trace sounds dejected, and for good reason. During the escape, she'd lost the tactical droid head, destroyed in the crossfire.]
[Omega looks concerned as well. She'd gotten a handle on her energy bow rather quickly, but sometimes learning by experience is the best way to do things, and technically she is one of you.] Whoever Cid's buyer is isn't going to be happy.
Let me get this straight. You knew how dangerous the information in the tactical droid head was but you didn't know who you were giving it to?
[Rafa's already proven to have no problems with getting up in Hunter's face about matters, but even as she addresses him, you know she has a point. Eyes may be on Rafa and Hunter, but you watch Trace. Her feelings about the situation are plain on her face, troubled that they won't be able to deliver.
Hunter's response is expected.]
We're being paid to acquire and deliver, not ask questions.
[He's not wrong. But you wonder if this whole matter is right. Trace speaks up again, and her words make you think.]
Our contact needed that information to fight back against the Empire. They're trying to help people and make things better.
[While you knew the reason for the value of a tactical droid head, this puts things more into perspective. You look towards Hunter. This was a mission, and the only reason the squad had been sent out to pull it off was to get paid. It's been a lot harder making ends meet when you were no longer attached to a military providing your pay and meals. It's not your call to make, ultimately, and you know it's not an easy one. But you'll stand behind Hunter, whatever he decides.]