Once permission to board was granted, Narissa stood up, heading to join the rest of the crew. "We have permission to board," she said. "We need to make the most of it before they find out why we are boarding."
Zanoo chuckled..or at least made a few of the odd, vaguely hoot-like noises that for rodians equal laughter. "Who uses stim in middle of fight? Use stim to finish one!" He appeared to smirk a little. "Also good for run away fast!"
The rodian put the box away, thinking momentarily about the notion of snacks before reaching back into his locker and retrieving a small container that held some manner of spicy meat jerky. "Can have few of these if want. Not too many. Trying to save until have supplies to make more." He passed a few of them to Frann, took one for himself and put the container back in the locker.
"Time to go find imp spy. See you later!" The rodian stuck the strip of meat into his mouth, closed his locker and made his way over towards the rest of the crew, ready to get the job underway.
Lysa sat on a crate near the loading ramp when Narissa returned, using her cybernetics to check her blaster. "I doubt they'll worry about just another ship in the hangar until things start blowing up."
Speaking of, as the autopilot finished Narissa's job of pulling the Kepla into Scrapheap's massive hangar, the cargo bay began to sway a bit right before a quick jolt signaled their landing. "Okay, Sabotage Team, your first job is to make your way over to a door that leads to the military section of the station." As promised earlier, Lysa handed Narissa a small hologram projector, with a map of the station stored within. "The entrances will be guarded by droids, no doubt, but shouldn't be too hard for tech-minded people to get past." Lysa dropped a wink directed at the three obvious mechanical specialists. "Frann, you called guard duty, but be careful walking around the hangar. I doubt the other captains will be too keen to find someone snooping around their ships."
Pressing a button on the wall of the cargo bay, Lysa lowered the ramp and led the way out. "The rest of you, let's head to a bar, we can wet our whistle and maybe pick up the Spy's scent." The captain smirked as the led her own group out of the hangar and into the busy crowds of the rusty station.
Narissa took the holoprojector, nodding in thanks to Lysa. As the two teams split up, Narissa headed over to a shadowed area, concealing herself as she looked at the map. "Five paths...the second-left will be the least heavily guarded. However, the second right-path, while a bit more heavily guarded at the hangar entrance and the other side, will get us past quite a bit of the security. I say we take out those three guards at the second-right path. Three mechanical specialists, three droids, with me keeping an eye out for any unexpected interference. I hope we can handle that, and quietly. If we draw too much attention to ourselfs, this will be much trickier."
"Okay, Sabotage Team, your first job is to make your way over to a door that leads to the military section of the station. The entrances will be guarded by droids, no doubt, but shouldn't be too hard for tech-minded people to get past."
Speaking of droids, this one was waiting to go, so when they were finally able to disembark, he was one of the first ones out, though in passive mode. Since Narissa was technically in charge, he went over to the dark corner and blocked the map from being viewed by those whose concern this was not. She outlined the situation and Bob recorded it all to memory. However...something just didn't jive to him.
"Five paths...the second-left will be the least heavily guarded. However, the second right-path, while a bit more heavily guarded at the hangar entrance and the other side, will get us past quite a bit of the security. I say we take out those three guards at the second-right path. Three mechanical specialists, three droids, with me keeping an eye out for any unexpected interference. I hope we can handle that, and quietly. If we draw too much attention to ourselfs, this will be much trickier."
"I require clarification on quiet. If this cannot involve much active gunfire, we may have a problem as I am not highly-skilled at subter-ter-ter-ter-ter- *Click!* -fuge. Stealth kills are possible only to a point either. I have only one vibro-weapon to rely on if guns are too loud. Also, any attempt at diplomacy or subterfuge may go reported."
Then, a new thought occurred to him.
"Are there any vents?"
Narissa looked again at the map. "Several vents. Only one near where the guards are located. Whatever your plan is, do it quickly. These guards aren't gonna be unaware for long."
"Considering the state of this floating piece of junk then you shouldn't worry about some guards, even droids. Normally they report every few hours, with even closer time gaps in legal stations. We can safely assume they report barely once a standard day. With luck, you can dispatch some guards and hid the bodies before any kind of report."
Frann was very sure of this. He remembers hutts giving as little mantainance as possible to their droids.
"Be cautious though. If at least two of them spot you, one of them will be able to send a message before you disable it."
Lysa and the rest of the Tracker Team strode into a cantina that caught the captain's eye. It seemed to be one of the more popular joints on the station, with plenty of foot traffic going in and out. "Okay, split up and mingle." Lysa glanced over her shoulder when she gave the order. "Poke and prod for information about the Spy, I'll keep watch to see if we can spook somebody."
With that, Lysa left her crew to smoke out information and headed for the bar. Moving to keep an eye on the entrance, Lysa took a quick scan of the patrons to see if anyone stood out. She picked four people out of the crowd, or rather, three people and a group and Trandoshans. The lizard-men occupied a "private" alcove in the joint, no doubt a gift from the owner to keep them from harassing the other patrons. Gathered around the table, they appeared to be immersed in one of the stories their ringleader was telling them.
The other three people stood out just by wanting to be away from the crowd, which wasn't that incriminating. One was a Rodian who looked like he had been here awhile, if the group of empty glasses was any indication.
Then there was a Human at the bar, on the opposite side of Lysa in fact, who was busy messing with a device that Lysa couldn't identify. He appeared skinny and rather harmless, and obviously wasn't the Spy. However, who wold go to a bar and keep themselves busy working with tech?
Finally, there was a cloaked figure at a lonely table in a deserted alcove. The figure was sitting down, making it hard to tell what their gender was, let alone their physique. Certainly the most shady-looking of the bunch, but would a Spy be so dumb as to dress like that when she's trying to hide?
"Capt'n, did you spot her? There are too many 'mysterious cloaked' humanoids. The sensors can only go that far." Frann snarked. "Maybe this will be a lot more complicated. At least the ship is safe...for now at least." Frann doubted before opening his mouth again, the news he had were not welcome.
"I...well...How do I put this...heh, this guard droid made the funniest sound when he found his way to the trash compactor..."