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Cale Stood in the fresher of his ship, dying his hair blond. he needed a disguise if he were going to do some scouting, and having his real face show up all the time would pose a problem. time to pull out his bag of disquises.
having sucessfully died his hair, he drew out a pair of blue contacts that concealed his normally green eyes. that Completed, he applied a fake scar to his cheek.
looking his dsiguies in the mirror, he grinned.
"My own mother wouldn't recognize me. But Im still one handsome son of a gun."
he threw on his gear and headed into the hangar of his ship. the Phoenix sat there awaiting his return. he patted the ship's side, but it wasn't her time yet. he needed swift transport through the jungle.
He threw the tarp off an object tucked awayin a corner of the hangar, an old swoop bike he had scrounged on corellia at a bargan. he hoped it ran.
Mounting up, he opened the hangar and rode out into the jungle, armed with all the gear he'd thought he might need.

Angel not having anything else to do at the moment, began practicing her skills with using 2 sabers at once. She managed to get the hang of some rather elegant-looking techniques that looked more like a lightsber dance than a fighting style. " Finesse over raw power, fluid motion over sheer force... Who'd have guessed? "

((lol cale))

"Acknowledged," Fett answered to Imperius's remark, and he set his instruments to tracing Cale's hyper trail. It was so hasty that it was not hard to estimate its destination, due to the path taken. Fett quickly deduced that jumping to an area so close could only mean that he was coming back. Indeed the security of the facilities at Borleias was at risk here.

Judging from the data of estimated placement, Fett was able to further estimate the path the "trader" would take back in-system. It was not long before his ship's computer fed him an answer. Fett gazed at it a moment, factoring in possible issues like skill, cunning, and luck, and decided on a less efficient path of re-entry that would take the spacer back in-orbit while exposing himself as little as possible.

Fett re-entered more information and possibilities for data, and was fed new answers, xzy coordinates relative to the planet, and trajectory and capabilities of the vessel. The data was wrong; the ship would have to be much smaller than he knew it to be for it to be correct.

He paused, staring at his datascreen. He entered new information, and it fell together.

The ship had a sensor mask. It wasn't too surprising, but it revealed that this spacer was much more than a "trader," and had access to great funds and wares, wether stolen or not, which indicated experience and skill Fett did not previously have reason to assign to him.

He entered more information and compared his computer's answers with his own mental calculations. He tried different scenarios and settled on his favorite. He engaged his own sensor mask and headed down the path he had estimated.

In moments, Fett had tracked Cale out and back without actually following him.

Cale shrugged on his camo duster and, silenced E-11 drawn, proceeded towards the facility. he was pretty sure it was the Alderaan facility, as it didn't have any of the trappings of the fort he knew was on planet somewhere. He had stowed his bike under cover nearby and had covered a klick on foot with no trouble yet.
He peeked out from behind a tree and looked about for any sign of a guard.
he had seen no one. he would at least thought a guard of some kind would-
a heavy rolling noise, could be heard. Cale darted back behind the tree and then peeked out again. a metal ball had rolled up to a corner of the building. as he watched, it unfolded into a Colicoid designed heavy combat droid. the droideka swept its guns about the place, and-having seened satisfied that the perimeter was secure, folded up and rolled on.
Cale grinned. "Well, this shouldn't be too hard..."

Unit #99-A280 rolled its way around the perimeter of the bio lab. it stopped and gave a visual scan, the 32nd time it had done so at this position today.
#99-A280 had a relatively simple life. all it had to do was watch the perimiter and blast anything that might come close. in return it got its required power charge, maintenance, and a place to shut down. it was a nice, simple existance.
a tad boring though. no one aside from the ocasional stupid organic sub sentinent life form showed up.
then, as it was about to roll on, (rolling was so much fun. and it was far better than walking) something struck it's head. it turned around and spyed a sentinent organic making what it thought must have been taunting measures. the organic disapeared around the tree.
clearly he thought he was clever. he wanted #99-A280 to follow him and fall into some kind of trap. the idiot had an E-11visible, and nothing else smaller would even bother its armor. raising the shields would be a waste of energy. a quick salvo and the organic would be nothing but ash. but as it's calculations indicated, vaping the tree he was behind would get the tree to hit the building.
that would be bad.
#99-A280 gave a sigh and decided ti just take the bait. what was he going to do? shoot it with an e-web?
#99-A280 skittered around the tree and fed power to the guns. when it rounded the corner the man's eyes widened and he dropped his rifle, putting his hands above his head.
thats it?
no resistance?
not a blaster, or a bomb, or a melee weapon-nothing.
#99-A280 was by all means greatly confused.
then the organic flicked something that impacted against its chest. It looked down to see some strange form of restraining bolt. restraining bolt? you can't restrain a battle droid. its impossible.
#99-A280 primed its blasters and was about to frag the organic when he drew a droid caller and activated it.
sparks and electricity jolted across the destroyer droid's frame. and then #99-A280 felt very tired. tired enough it deided to shut down...

Cale grinned as he looked upon the deactivated Droideka. "that worked out smoother than I thought it would." he drew a tool from hia pocket and aproached the droid.

((yeah. pretty boys. whatever. the rest of us are slogging it out in life threatening situations.))
unit #99-A280, Blasty as he liked to be called, rolled around the cirridors of the base and deploying on ocasion to examine things for its newfound friend, who was watching everything Blasty observed on his datapad. Blasty happliy had volunteered for scout duty, an easy task for one like him. he blended right in.
the stupid feddies didn't have a clue.
Blasty observed everything cale wished to see. not a single other droideka bothered to question what their comrade was doing.
Blasty finished his scouting job and shrugged. no sign of any scientists or workers. though he did see the ocasional federal personel.

Outside, Cale sighed. "terrific. the feddies must have moved everyone. Ok plan B. Blasty, you there? go to plan B." Cale cut off the transmission and went into the forest to go hunt for his bike.

Neb burst the crate open, creating a massive array of projectiles. Tools and pieces of wood flew strongly against the tide of soldiers, taking many down. Neb proceeded to push the clumps of bodies back on the transport that was closest docked, and effectively crammed most of them in. This action took about two minutes, and kept Neb busy enough he didn't realize that all his effort led to more landings. But the East dock repelled the forces, and the middle dock repelled all invaders.

It was a stalemate for the next half hour, Neb being pretty much the sole person defending the West Dock (It was relatively small, and easily defended, especially when Gunnie managed to donate some aid with two troopers and a heavy repeatnig blaster mount).

Neb didn't know when the end would come. He hoped sooner or later it would eventually arrive, but he wasn't sure.

"The Republic is taking its precious time, isn't it?" Neb asked, parrying a blaster bolt back towards a soldier

"Sure is." the gunner responded.