Noventa - A Star Wars Story

"I will be reportin' to the rest of my crew while y'all take care of that. Gotta make sure my folk are in the know."

"Sure, I can come with you," the twi'lek nodded and glanced to Jelna. Maybe she'd tell the others of what they've found.

"We'll see." Cal said grimly. "I'm pretty firmly against letting some would-be warlord making Noventa the base of her operations. Even if she just wants a factory. That makes Noventa a target." He sighed.

He looked back and forth between the two ladies. "I'm gonna turn this info in. Either of you ladies want to be there with me?"

"Seems likely, yes. Such a small group is obviously meant for small infiltration and sabotage-tactics, and judging from their work here with security, they might be able to bypass what is in the factory," she mused as she fished out a cigarette. "But, I guess that is pretty much out of our hands."

"That explains the small arms then," Jelna added in, "If they are plannin' on takin' over a factory, then they wouldn't want to wreck any of the machines with big explosives or whatnot." She resettled her jacket and looked between the two. "These folk are a covert sort of team. My guess is that they'll try to blend in as militiamen and then pull the rug from under whoever is at the factory."

"Makes TIE fighters, I'm pretty sure." Cal said, grimacing. "Probably whatever sort of nasty ship that drop pod came from carries TIEs, too. Maybe it needs a resupply. Could be re-purposed to make parts for the ship too, maybe."

He shrugged. "I don't know. The next step is to pass this along. Make sure people are on guard. And see if we can track'em down."

"What does the Sienar Factory do?" she asked, even if she could look it up later.

"Yeah." Cal grimaced. "Not a lot, but enough."

He pursed his lips. "Could be a coup. Noventa doesn't have a lot. But you know one thing it does have that an Imperial Admiral'd probably have special interest in. Especially one who was trying to build up her forces. And that an intrusion team pretending to be local militia might have an easy time gettin' to? The Sienar factory." His expression was grim as he looked between his partners.

"It is possible," Fey shrugged a little, taking up her datapad to make a few notes. Death trooper, lady with blue hair. Seemed like she was right in guessing they were working in small units.

"Could be. There used to be Imperials here, no? I saw the posters in the office."

"Why you hire a professional for these sorts of things," Jelna said with a triumphant smirk. She placed her hands on her hip and looked back at the armory. Something about the precision shook her. It hadn't been just sizing up figures but truly seeing them.

She scratched at her temple, wondering if the implant had done something like this. "We have to figure out why they need to blend in. A coup, perhaps?"

Fey watched with a sense of awe as Jelna pieced everything together - she knew the captain was good at her job, but this was simply amazing. "Uniforms is concerning," she agreed in a cautious tone.

Keeping up the charade, she gave Jelna a peck on the cheek as well with a proud smile. I'll ask her about it later, to check it out. "Hmm... where to go from here?"

Cal's jaw dropped. Then shut. Then dropped again. It stayed like that pretty much the whole time. And not even one pretty girl kissing another could shake him out of it.

"Uhhh... right. Yeah. I'll, uh, pass that all along to the authorities. If you wanna be with me when I do, you're welcome to be." He shook his head. "Don't suppose you wanna explain... never mind." He said, waving his arms. Shaking his head again, he pulled out his datapad, jotting down all the information she shared.

"Someone was a little sloppy." Jelna knelt by the terminal and pointed out the tampering with a small smile. "They didn't blow up the door, after all. I reckon they did all this to buy time, or perhaps conceal their capabilities."

She could not possibly explain to the others about how she was seeing it before her eyes. It was something she wished her neural recorder could show them. "There were four of them. They stood here, here, here, and here when they came in. This one here was the leader." She cupped her chin. "They took off their armor first. Leader had heavier stuff than the rest, but still naturally smaller as a lady." She took a breath, pleased that she hadn't used a more militarily formal descriptor of female. She wondered if her accent had remained consistent with this work occupying her mind.

"I'd reckon the others were scouts, men, all of them. They scuffed up the floor here as they took it off." She pointed over at the uniform racks. "Got some wolves trying to blend in then."

She walked around and pointed out various equipment. "Then they took the rest of what they needed. As for this mess," she said, gesturing to the wreck, "All just a way to cover their tracks. The patterns don't make sense, and they went through all the trouble to conceal the tamperin'." She shrugged. "If it were me, I would have left the terminal obviously sliced. Would have kept the desperation story consistent."

The blonde walked back to the exit and made a finger blaster motion at the cameras. "Ah, but they shot out the cameras to cover their tracks. Still, had to have had a way to get in, yes? Must have done it last to not call attention to themselves."

She ended up standing right where the leader was. She looked over the room in the same way and then sighed. "Wish I could say where they went. Uniforms, though, that's what I'm mighty concerned about."

Jelna then went over to retrieve her jacket. She went in for a small peck on the cheek as thanks. However, it was all so she could whisper in the last bits. "I can't explain it but I know what they look like. Leader was a Death Trooper, blue hair of all things." She gave another kiss. "I don't want to deal with Death Troopers."

The lieutenant led Jelna to the back armory, noting that it was indeed one of the places hit by the raids. Due to standard procedure, it had not been touched, waiting for local PD to arrive. With knowing that the group here was working in tandem with the Sector Rangers, she allowed Jelna free reign of the room

Jelna, as you Reconstruct the Scene, your cunning mind is able to quickly piece together what happened. Your sharp eyes notice the way the lock was sliced open, the computer terminal made to look as though it wasn't touched.

And then, it happens. Your mind pieces together the scene, as if you were there. Around you, it is pitch black, then a flash of light as the door slides open. Four troopers enter, dressed in Scout trooper gear, save for one. Commanding them, one in solid black, dark green visor, holding a data pad. Instantly, you recognize this as a Death Trooper. They quickly doff the plasteel armor, staying solely in the body gloves beneath the armor. Uniforms are stolen from racks, as they begin to change.

The Death Trooper, a woman with dyed blue hair, a sharp nose, and an easy smile, begins cataloging what they take. The scout troopers, all men, with short, cropped hair, load in weapons, grenades, other equipment, into duffel bags, along with all their own armor. The woman begins slicing the terminal again, as if undoing the work she had done, as the scout troopers begin to wreck up the place, making it look more random, as if someone was desperate for gear, versus the precision with which they worked.

Blaster bolts were fired, taking out the security cameras, but with the slicing, it was made to look as though they had gone out long before hand.

As the gear was taken, the troopers backed out, and the Death Trooper looked about, before walking out.

(Double Triumphs used to allow Jelna to watch the the crime through the Force)

"Sure thing, babe," the twi'lek smirked, carefully folding the jacket together as she held it... she knew Jelna well enough to not disturb her during these moments.

Jelna unzipped her jacket and held it out for Cefey. "Be a dear and hold onto this for me." She wanted nothing to distract her during her work.

She stepped towards the armory and kept her eyes open for all that could be. If she was lucky, then the militia hadn't already soiled the evidence.

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D3 EA Reconstruct the Scene, Destiny Flip, Uncanny Senses: 1eA+3eP+1eB+3eD 2 successes, 1 advantage, 2 Triumph

The twi'lek nodded as she kept a friendly and sympathetic smile to the woman. Perhaps it was a brief sense of fear of what those troopers could be up to that prevented her from offering the usual comfort and assurances that she seemed to install in people, or maybe it was the darker thoughts of reward-money clouding the attempt at altruism.

"I'd be happy to see what I can do with helping out there. With the systems and such."



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D3 EA Using Influence to give the lieutenant a sense of ease and trust: 1eF 1 Dark Side


No success, but that's fine.

Stun grenades? Less chance of collateral there.

Jelna flicked her hair and stepped forward. "While my friend here takes a look at the systems, I'd be mighty appreciative of takin' a look where the theft took place." She tapped beneath one of her eyes with a smile. "Sure, cameras and other such tech are good for findin' varmints, but don't underestimate the power of our eyes and wits."

"Stun grenades. Huh." Cal's lips pursed. That spoke to certain tactics.

He gave the woman a kindly smile. "Believe me, I understand wanting to be left alone. I'm supposed to be retired, y'know?" He chuckled softly. "But you gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes that means standing up so that other people can sleep a little better." He shrugged. "Suppose I don't need to tell you this." She was, after all, in the militia.

"Think we could get a look at the surveillance anyway? Never know if the right person might be able to coax a little more info out of it." He glanced at Fey.

Resist Cefey Charm (Presence 2, Cool 3): 2eC+1eD 1 failure


Net Total: 2 successes, 3 Advantage

The woman set her datapad down, folding her hands in front of her face. A deep breath.

"Well, truth be told, we could use the help. Some armories were hit last night. Professionals by the look of it. Security systems weren't even damaged, just shut down. Stun grenades, small arms, nothing too dangerous. But whoever took it has enough supplies for a small army." She looked back up to the group, drawn in by Cefey's charm, offering a warm smile.

"People will be scared if it is what we fear. Folks are tired of war. They just want to be left alone, you know?"