Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170222020229

"Acknowledged." Stahlfritz replied as he closed the commlink and brought up a sensory readout.

"Allright ma, I'm looking at several battleships and a full-size station for opposition. From the sound of it, a space battle is not on the menu."

"That's valid. Wasn't planning on it anyway." Lucina said, switching out the weapon readouts on her HUD for ambient sensor and ECM displays. Designed to predict and project the range of an enemy's detection capabilities, it would allow Lucina to literally slip right through thier net; A textbook planet infiltration.

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Meanwhile in the lower level, Swordfish squad was doing final weapon checkups for thier drop. Slab, thier medic, strapped on several tanks of Bacta and was packing a DC-15S Carbine, customized for one-handed operation and high rate of fire. On his arm, was a one-way energy-shield that could block just about any form of standardized small arms while allowing him to fire through. Onyx, the team's slicer had a full-length DC-15 assault rifle and a hefty looking computer system built into his armor. Despite the commotion around him, the clone still kept working on last minute malware for breaking down any systems or servers they'd come across. Nomad, the scout and jet trooper, had just finished topping off on fuel. His armor was covered in bandoleers of grenades in all the flavors: Thermal, EC, Sonic, and flashbangs. His weapon of choice was a skeletonized DC-15S with an underbarrel launcher. Hattrick, obviously the sharpshooter, had some sort of fully-automatic sniper rifle that could also drain its entire battery in exchange for a single, armor-piercing shot. He holstered two DC-17 heavy pistols for close-range work. Finally, there was thier engineer Asher who favored a drum fed, fully automatic shotgun-like blaster and carried a rocket launcher of his own.

Gingerly, Asher tapped the squad's de facto leader Nomad on the shoulder, beckoning for him to see something.

"Sir, so I was looking for a microbrush to clean my weapon and I found these..." he led the other clone to the Adjutant's workbench where buried in the corner were a collection of spare parts for a very specific type of weapon...

"You recognize those?"

Nomad leaned in, switching on the rangefinder in his helmet. He wanted to leave no evidence he was here if those were what he thought they were.

"Yeah, looks like disruptor parts. Illegal in Republic Jurisdiction; just owning one's a death sentence on most worlds." he turned back towards Asher.

"But technically, we're not in Republic Jurisdiction and the owner's a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter." Nomad replied, wondering if Lucina's title alone was a big enough hint as to how much she cared about the rules.

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"In other words, we're going to pretend we never saw this; not worth the fuss." the jet trooper said with finality and started marching back towards the rest of the team.

"I never said I'd turn her in, but just 'cause we're ignoring this, you think the half-dozen Jedi coming along won't?" Asher immediatly followed behind, having to jog up to keep pace.

"Like I said, her problem not ours. B'sides, we're all on the same side here and our target's a Sep Officer. You're saying you don't want a gun like that pointed at them and not us?"

"Sir, with all due respect, the Rules of Engagement-"

"Are only applied to the people who lose while the winners can get off scot-free if we do it right. That's the nature of war. Anything else?"