Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170510025016

"I don't want to be the downer, but how are we going to get through all this?" Onyx whispered as he lay prone, peering through cracks in a wall to see another tank patrol. This was the second time he had seen that same set of AATs (he recognized one by the distinctive scorch marks on its barrel) float this way.

"Artillery, overlapping patrols, trandoshans..." he started scooting back. "Vindicator's mostly heavies, Shadow seems like they know how to keep it down...Don't know how much General Abraham'll like working with ya though..." Onyx mumbled as he got back up and followed Nomad and Lucina down a set of stairs.

"If I can work with the Hutts, he can work with me." the Banshee coldly replied. Instinctivly, she knelt down to cut any tripwires but found none. Truth be told, there were fewer and fewer booby traps of non-seperatist design as they got deeper into droid territory.

As they reached street level, Nomad could see the ruins of a set of fortified buildings a few blocks away. "Must be the Voss resistance...or whats left."

"Could be leftover supplies, could be survivors, or could be a safe-ish place to stay." she replied. "No sense in holding onto an empty corpse. Let's take a closer look."

"I timed the patrols. We have 2 minutes before they swing around." Onyx quipped, checking his wrist console.

"Alley is clear from our end." Nomad flipped his rangegfinder on and off.

"Then we sprint for it." with that, the two clones and the huntress bolted across the road before any snipers even knew they were there.

"Asher, I swear to...one more time..." Estellia mumbled under her breath as she uprooted spike mines for the upteenth time and placed them in the collection that the clone had been helpfully carrying. So far though, that was all he had been good for. Every other time, she had to stop him from setting off spike mines or dawdling in fire lanes. Just a moment ago, they were nearly spotted by a droid sniper as they crossed over into another building. Slab had finally commented saying that "Miss Estellia: your blood pressure may be exceeding healthy parameters. Do you require medical aid?"

"Sorry Ma'am! Won't happen again, Ma'am." he frantically whispered in case a droid patrol was around the corner. Then again, given the sheer amount of Trandoshan stuffs they had found, maybe the seperatists were losing thier grip here and had moved on to other areas.

"Ok plan B. You and Hat stick here. Slab, you're with me. Let's see if anyone's home." with that, the Tigress unholstered her carbine and slowly walked down a set of stairs.

Reaching the bottom, she and Slab were greeted by a Trandoshan slaver who looked like he had been dead for a few hours already, at least based on the presence of flies. Voss was a bit of a dusty world though. Chances were the rot wasn't too bad. Looked like he'd put up a good fight though based on the half dozen droid wreckages across from him.

"Aside from improperly disposed cadaver, this building seems relatively safe for use as temporary camp." Slab added as he started dragging the dead lizard into a corner.

"I think I'd agree." the Tigress replied as she checked the rest of the basement out. Cages, shock-cuffs, trandoshan weapons, even a small fire pit. Looked like someone was preparing to set up a safehouse here. Though it was found by the droids, keeping a low profile ought to keep suspicions low. As she looked around, Stella couldn't help but find what looked like a a case meant to hold Spike mines. It was a big case too, could easily fit at least a dozen...

"Allright gentlemen, I found our Airbnb. Little rustic, free kitchen, just nosy neighbors. Asher, I want a few mines by the doors in case of that, leave the rest for me. Hattrick, put yourself on the roof and map patrols. Simple stuff."

Both clones nodded before getting to work. As he was about to free-climb up the second level, Hattrick turned and asked "Where are you going to be, Commander?"

"Scouting the gate and then getting a ride back home. Meanwhile, I want you boys to have a nice little safehouse ready for the others tomorrow in here. We can save a little time that way. Any questions?" Hattrick only shook his head as he clambered up to the top. Confident in her clones ability to stay alive through the night, Stella packed her case full and ran off into the night.