Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170517072408

(Depending on the turnover of this cycle, this may be the last post from me until early June. On the brightside, my characters aren't doing anything with any of yours for now and we have this duel between Ana and Aster. I think we can safely skip me for a little bit. See y'all in 2 weeks!)

"Nothing from command?" Nomad quietly asked as he, Onyx and Lucina caught a short breather behind a dumpster.

"Just static." the other clone shook his head as he kept fidgeting with the settings for the comms. Not one of his encrypted messages had gotten through.

"I swear...if command's ignoring us 'cause of the Mando..."

"They wouldn't. My kind may be disliked by the Jedi, but they're aren't foolish enough to shoot themselves in the foot like this." the Banshee chimed in as she fiddled with the settings for her own communicator. From her understanding of comms jammers, they worked by distorting or drowning out other signals. An analogue would be two people trying to have a conversation while a third person was banging pots and pans together.

If it was broad jammer then even the seperatists would be unable to communicate themselves but if it was targeted specifically towards republic channels then Lucina still had a trick up her sleeve.

She set her helmet communicator to her personal encrypted channel that she saved for freelance work. "Estellia, come in."

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Meanwhile, Estellia had made it about a block from the abandoned safehouse she left Hattrick, Asher, and Slab in when she got a call from the Banshee.

"Me'bana?"

"Perfect. I believe the beskar'ad have set up a comms jammers. We can't get anything to base, base can't get anything to us. I'm using my personal mandolorian channel for now. Don't call me too much. I don't want the seperatists finding this."

"Roger. Over and out."

Quickly stashing the case of explosives in a trash can, Estellia made a beeline for the safehouse before the tank patrol looped back around. She managed to stop just before running into a tripwire that Asher was about to set into the side of the wall. Sheepishly, he saluted as the young bounty huntress stepped back inside.

"Republic comms are being jammed, so we're gonna use Mando comms for a little bit. Here's the frequency; don't use it too much or the seppies'll jam us too." she wrote the series of numbers and letters in the dust on the wall before bolting back out to work.