Nar Shaddaa

Cole's Quarter's
Nobody's coming down the hall...

From the desk in his quarters, Cole had been monitoring both teams, com muted from his end. He cursed under his breath at the unmistakable sound of combat coming from the stealth team. He was already hunched forward, trying to slice into the Hutt's security systems, when the sounds of blaster fire erupted from the second team.


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[D8 MA] Messing with Security Feeds (Computers): 1eP+3eA+4eD 0 successes, 1 threat

"Nerf-skrogging, son of a sleemo carnivorous snail," Cole exclaimed, loudly, to the empty room. The swearing helped him to focus.

He was in the Hutt's security system and could see the spaceport now, watching the combats unfold on the display in front of him. He carefully extracted loops of footage from earlier in the morning and pasted them over the current feeds. If anyone investigated later, it would be fairly obvious that the recordings had been tampered with, but he had an idea about that...


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[D8 MA] Messing with Security Feeds Retry (Computers): 1eP+3eA+3eD+1eC 1 success, 1 advantage

OOC: My idea wasn't approved, so. Moving on...


When the solid waste matter hit the bladed air movement mechanism, Cole released a string of profanities that would make a Sith pureblood blush; grandmothers were invoked, paternal lineages were impugned, inanimate objects and sub-sentient species were mentioned.

He put an emergency call in to Agent Wren.

Wren answers and says, "This is Wren, what's going on?"

Frustrated, Cole kills the com without saying anything.

Agent Wren looks at her communicator and then checks the local networks for trouble.