Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170605043140

(Welp, I'm back from vacation. Let's get this show revived again.)

Grabbing the case of tripmines without breaking step, Estellia used a short boost from her jetpack to get to the upper floors so she wouldn't have to keep running along street level. As she neared an damaged apartment complex with many holes blown through its sides, she took a running start as she lept off the one building into an alcove on the other. Unholstering her shotgun, she dug its hook bayonet into the side of the wall to stop from falling to the ground.

Shame I can't jetpack up there...too many snipers...

Quickly, the Tigress climbed further up until she reached one of the holes where she pulled herself up just enough to peer over the edge to see if the coast was clear. Just one B1 droid with a sniper rifle, leainging out a window, taking potshots at birds.

That's right ace, stay focused...don't mind me...She thought towards the droid as she gently climbed into the burned out kitchen to leave into the rest of the building. Slow baby steps were what she took as to not set off its audio sensors. One, two...

*crunch*

The floor gaveway partly, letting a table tilt and causing the bowl sitting on it to roll off and shatter. Inquisitivly, the droid turned around asking "who's there!?" in its goofy, tinny voice.

Estellia's response, an explosive slug from her shotgun. Aimed not at the droid, but at its feet. By the time it could respond, the already damaged floor gaveway and fell a good 4 stories, taking the droid with it. The Tigress didn't stick around to admire her handiwork though, she ran out of that room as fast as she could and started climbing up the stairs. When those came to a burned out end, she switched her jetpack now that she was inside and out of view of any other snipers.

''Ok...I'm using a slugthrower which clones don't, that was just a bird-head, not an officer, and the clanker was sitting on a bad perch anyway. Nobody'll care; it was an accident or trandoshans...''

''Ah well, bring 'em on. I'd prefer a straight fight to all this sneakin' around.''

"This'll be fun..." Onyx mumbled as he continued tinkering with his communicator. "We're right in the middle of their stronghold and the jammer's big enough to cover that FOB. We can't just play hot-cold with the static."

"Well, Onyx, just use the standard issue, galactic basic, Mark-1 visual processing device." Nomad added from behind.

"Mark-1...visual..."the slicer clone mumbled as he went through his many pouches of equipment, each containing the bleeding of technology, the finest gear the Republic could spare.

"Interesting...was it on the last supply drop?" Onyx replied as he kept patting around.

"Here's a hint. It's nicknamed 'the eyeball'..."

"Eyeball...eyeball...never heard of it. You have one I can bor-" Onyx turned around only to see his team leader and Lucina tapping thier visors condescendingly.

"Yes. My Mark-1 visual processing device has found three places where the Seps might have hidden thier jammer. The radio tower, the local police station, and that hotel." Lucina brought up a holo map from her wrist device. "The radio tower has ready-made equipment, it's just obvious. The Police station's easily defensible and has decent enough equipment."

"So why the apartments then?" Onyx asked as he kept tinkering with his settings.

"Because it's got nothing. There's no pre-existing provisions for comms and it's only defense is that it's nice and tall. Therefore, it's extra work and extra time you'll need to spend to get it set up."

"So why set up there at all?" Onyx asked.

Lucina made a clicking noise and pointed at the clone"You just demonstrated why." without any other words, she started walking off.

"Hey if she's wrong, at least we can book a room or two. Beats sleeping on the streets." Nomad joked "Don't mind me. I get snarky when I'm tired..."