Coruscant: 'Cloaked' Requisition

[Xais'fir]

~A small vessel exits hyperspace just off of the world of Coruscant, roughly between a freighter and a fighter in size and easily rememorable due to it unique design depsite being fourth generation. That is if anyone were able to see it, the vessel, half living being, passes silently through space towards the planet before it, save for the sensor echo and particle trail of its engines. The cloak was not perfect, merely an affect like that of a chameleon yet it served its purpose well enough. The pilot gazes at the ever enlarging structures on the planet's surface through the red glowing lenses of his bio-hardtech suit, hands gripping the controls lightly. They might have seemed superfluous due to the neural link he had with the vessel, but it never hurt to have backups and one liked things they were used to. The craft breached the upper ionosphere, the small semicircle of heat it created was the only sign of its passing to those who weren't actively looking for it, since its sensor echo was faint enough that it may be overlooked~

"Let's hope this doesn't take long, I don't relish the idea of being so close to such a large number of Jedi, even if you can mask my force sensitivity."

~A faint sigh is given, the unspoken reply to his rhetorhical statement made him shake his head as the Nightwraith arcs towards a hidden landing pad, that he'd secured on his last visit to the planet-city. Landing plats touch down with the skill of one who's spent a good portion of his life behind a cockpit window, the loading ramp following suit soon after. Seperating himself from the ship he steps back to the cargo hold, to retrieve a mandalorian repeating blaster as well as ammo and provisions; then down the ramp as he seemingly vanishes, though in actuality he simply ordered his armor to 'cloak', similarly to the way his ship did though more refined. Once he was well clear of the vessel the ramp raised back into the hold, though only he was able to activate, much less pilot the ship since it had a semi-conciousness of its own he didn't want anyone snooping where they shouldn't be, in case some one perchanced the Nightwraith's locale~

"Now, let's see what we can dig up shall we?" He says to himself in a light mandalorian accent as he heads further into Coruscant, pausing only just long enough to 'acquire' a speeder to expedite the trip.

[Xais'fir]

~Xais'fir looks down at the Jedi enclave from the rooftop he'd landed his speeder on, this one being the fifth he'd acquired since his arrival on Coruscant the day before, not wanting to keep something stolen for very long unless absolutely necessary. Crouching on the roof's edge he scans the enclave, much as he had the last eight hours, observing every craft that came and went within, learning their schedules and flight patterns, if for no other reason than it might be useful at some point, the same going for the codes he'd managed to learn when he intercepted a few transmissions. He'd lost track of how many times he relocated in his spying, though he doubted anyone knew why he was here, or even that he was here, he did know that it was known who he worked for and that made his caution and need for stealth paramount~

"Hmm, looks like I'll have to sneak into their Hangar and hope they have a cloaking device I need. Tricky, with so many Jedi around, they won't be able to feel the force from me, but I still don't know if you can keep them from sensing our presence."

~He mutters to himself, in that light mandalorian accent, as he watches the doors to the Hangar like a predator, there was a good chance that what he required was in there, or somewhere else in the Jedi enclave. Yet he didn't like being so close to so many Jedi, especially with their council being down there. Rising to his feet slowly, gaze holding on the enclave below him for another moment he heads back to the speeder, a light blue two-seater that handled well and was fast enough to keep him ahead of anyone who got a little too curious. Hopping onto the seat he starts it up, the whirr of the dual engines filling his ears as he presses down on the throttle and streaks away from the enclave to land somewhere a few kilometers distant.

It took only a half hour for him to return on foot to his target, 'cloaking' himself from unwanted eyes as he slowly, cautiously makes his way through the perimeter of the enclave near the hangar. Spotting a group of workers he drops to a crouch near a low wall, so long as he remained motionless he didn't fear being detected, it was only while moving that he could be seen, like a blurred image making anyone who saw him queasy from the affect it had on the visual cortex. Finally, after what felt like an hour, in actuality only ten minutes, the group leaves and he quickly darts within the hanger to slink amongst the shadows. He was in, now all he had to do was avoid hundreds of Jedi, droids, find the location of a cloaking device small enough for use on a fighter, find plans for said device and then escape without being discovered or skewered by a dozen lightsabers. Not an easy task by anyone's standards and though he knew he could do it, his instincts were telling him that being able to pull it off without having to draw his lightsaber might very well be an impossibility~

[Xais'fir]

~It had been most of a day since Xais'fir managed to infiltrate his way inside the Jedi enclave, taking that time since then to learn a good portion of the layout of the compound, something else his boss might find useful. He'd made sure to find the dormotories, training areas, though he'd kept a good distance froms those, logistical, technical and maintenaince areas as well as the Hangar and a Maintenance Bay that housed parts to all manner of machines, from ship components some partially assembled, to droids. He'd also learned the routines, mostly, that the work crews had, knowing when they changed shifts, took breaks and the like. Crouching behind a stack of power converters he watches as the last of the techs exits through the side door, waiting until the door closes and giving it a ten count before slipping from behind his hiding place to the nearby computer console.

Giving a brief glance around in case he missed anyone, there were no cameras or other monitoring devices present those were the first things he looked for, he slowly becomes visible as the blade on his right arm retracts partially. Replaced by a bio-tech wrist slicer, which quickly interfaces with the console allowing him access to most of the Jedi's technical database, there were a few areas that were encrypted and had multiple redundancies in place. However, Xais'fir had yet to meet a system he couldn't bypass, crack, hack, slice, reroute, override, corrupt or control and he focus his mind on the task at hand. Though he could use the force to aide him, the small measure of it that he wielded when neccessary, one of his talents was being able to manipulate and control machines by way of their various components but on a small scale, he didn't want to risk using the force around so many Jedi who could very easily sense its use nearby. Most of the files were typical for the system he was hacking, daily logs of repairs, work orders, etc. which he downloaded into his biosuit anyways just in case, perhaps some intelligence could be gleaned from them. His fingers pause in their movements on the screen as he accesses the schematics database, red glowing lenses perusing the various blueprints with a grin hidden behind his helm, Lirreka would pay him twice his normal fee for these, if she didn't already have the knowledge anyways which he quickly doubted. The head technician appeared to be somewhat of a starship buff, having put the design specs for a few Republic vessels in his console, one class of fighter, a Heavy Gunner design, along with mostly support craft designs. His grin was about to fade when the next blueprint is pulled up, the Jedi Starfighter, though he was surprised even a Head technician had access to such designs until he recalls one of the repair logs and it made sense. They had needed the design specs to fix a problem with the ship's hyperdrive that resulted from a recent firefight. His suit kept dowloading via the wrist interface as he slices into the database for the parts and equipment manifest. Quickly scanning over the list for cloaking devices he grunts, they did have one that fit his criteria, two actually, but they were on the otherside of the enclave in a secondary maintenance bay that housed most of the Jedi craft. And the only route there passed by the majority of the Jedi facilities, wonderful, he'd have to come within fifty meters of the Council chambers too, just wonderful. Returning his attention to the task at hand he searches the list for schematics, hoping that this console held ones for the cloaking device he needed, indeed he found them, but they could only be accessed from the console in the other bay.

He had no choice but to get through the complex to the other bay and hope his luck would hold despite the odds, the sound of the door behind him sliding open kicks in his instincts and he spins around reflexively to see a single man step through with a shocked expression at finding Xais'fir here, or maybe it was from Xais's appearance, in either case he didn't have a chance to yell for help as Xais had immediately called upon the Force to choke the technician, preventing him from speaking. The next instant he uses the Force to pull, well, jerk the man towards him and hoped that no one had seen him freeze in the doorway. The technician hits the floor with a hard thud, knocking the air from his lungs before he slides along the floor to stop at Xais's feet in a gasping heap. The man had seen him and therefore couldn't be allowed to live to warn anyone of his presence, but a trail of blood could give away a man as easily as a witness so he reaches down to strangle the man at his feet who struggled futily. Xais was already a fairly strong individual but the biosuit he wore amplified his natural abilities tenfold and the man's neck snaps like a twig though he remains in Xais's grasp much to the mercenary's surprise

"What the..?" He says as the technician's flesh begins to tear from his body, being absorbed by the biosuit, then it draws the rest of the body within itself until Xais is left holding air.

~He knew that the suit could absorb anything biological into itself to provide sustenance for him, even some hardtech, but that was a little excessive he thought until his gaze happened to pass over the reflective surface of a nearby panel. His eyes widen as he sees not himself, but the technician he'd just killed, light blue eyes to be exact, with short auburn hair, everything, even down to the man's jumpsuit, workbelt with tools and insignia that marked him as the head technician. His lips curl up into a grin at the advantage this would give him here, only to turn to shock as he quickly reaches out and grabs hold of the console to steady himself as his mind is flooded with memories, thoughts, and knowledge that wasn't his. Once he'd recovered after a few moments he glanced at the panel again to his reflection and it became clear to him, this armor allowed him to duplicate the affects of Ebonclaw biosuits by absorbing an entire being into itself, along with all the knowledge the person had. The armor apparently had acquired the information stored in the technician's, head technician's, neural synapses and integrated it into Xais'. He could strip a power converter and put it back together while blindfolded now, something he could never have done before hand and he slowly turns to head out the door, realizing his job was just made that much easier now. Lirreka would have her cloaking device soon and as for himself, he was going to be much more of a menace.~

[Xais'fir]

~The head technician nods to the subordinate before him with an irritated grunt as he hands over a datapad for inspection, reading then giving it back to the junior tech and sending him on his way. Xais'fir had grown quite aggitated at the effectiveness with which his 'disguise' was working, having killed the real Head technician the day before and absorbing the man into himself uninntentionally discovering an ability of his bio-armor. Everything had been going quite smoothly until people came flooding out of the woodwork looking for his guise, so far he'd spent the entire morning and early afternoon doing the work of the person he was impersonating. Which wouldn't be a problem, it showed that his disguies was convincing but he'd not gotten near the secondary maintenance bay at all, having to run all over the enclave to inspect this, or monitor that, supervise another thing then file reports. Though he had hit this snag he had made the best of it, doing his best to subtly sabotage things here and there, removing a few key parts from a vessel, or reprogramming a droid to go haywire in a few days, rerouting requisition orders for weapons and parts to a location the Ebonclaws could easily intercept them, to even installing a tapping program into one of the main computers he'd managed to get close to earlier. The program would periodically send data to Lirreka from the enclave's main computer, mostly non-encrypted files as he didn't want his tampering to be discovered easily.

It was midafternoon now, roughly, as he walked down the corridor that led to the secondary maintenance bay and the item he sought within. Since he was the 'head technician' he had access to the bay, yet he also knew that it was monitored due to the fact that most of the Jedi's more restricted equipment and a few ships were housed inside. Stopping at the main entryway he places his hand against a sidepanel, a beep confriming his clearance to enter and the large doors cycle open to reveal the bay that oddly enough was larger than the primary maintenance bay. Stepping in he makes his way over to the main console with the familiarity of one who'd been here several times, even though this was the first time he'd ever been here, he did so like this armor.

A pair of assault droids stood guard on the inside of the doors, watching him as he entered then once they recognized him, went back to scanning the area. There were four other droids of the same model patrolling the interior which he made note of but for the most part ignored. His primary concern was of other people being present, the last thing he needed was another task to do or a question to answer. Using the codes he acquired upon the head tech's death he accesses the console and searches for the schematics to the cloaking device he needed, though he had learned a good deal here it was best if he got what he came for and left as quickly as possible. The one thing he learned from his years of experience is the longer you use the same tactics, the more likely you are to fail. It took him a few minutes to find the schematics he was searching for and recording the information into his armor, then pulling up the equipment manifest to find where the cloaking device was stored. The device was kept in a plasteel cylinder on the far wall of the bay, a good walking distance from the console he was using and another good distance from the side loading door that he'd arranged to have a speeder waiting for him. Logging out of the computer he quickly weaves his way through the bay, avoiding a repair crew as they replace a damaged engine housing on one of the two Jedi Starfighters currently birthed here. It took him a good ten minutes to reach his target upon which he immediately set about opening the plasteel cylinder and removing the device from it carefully. The weight of the device was only slightly straining to him as he lifts it from the cylinder, carries it over to the awaiting speeder and sets it carefully into the cargo space in the rear. There was only one thing left to do, replace the device with the replica he'd made when he had found some time in a workbay, return to his ship then leave this planet behind him. Or so that was the plan until a voice behind him shoots that to hell, Xais spinning around acting startled by the man's words, keeping up with the guise~

"And where exactly do you intend to take that cloaking device, chief?" The man, a native of Coruscant, stood roughly six feet tall with lanky brown hair and green eyes, adorned in the robes of a Jedi Sentinel, his lightsaber hanging from his hip as he watches Xais' suspiciously.

"My apologies master Jedi, I was going to take the device to the shipyard, seems a Master Albreth requested to have this installed on a Starfighter for some reason I wasn't cleared to know." He says with a smile.

The Sentinel nodded in response, "Well Master Albreth is in charge of the shipyards, but why are you taking it Chief? The device could have simply been placed on the next shuttle outbound." Again suspicion showed in the Jedi's expression and he steps a little closer to Xais.

Xais nods as he turns slightly to glance at the speeder, moving a little closer to it in the process, his instincts were telling him that he needed to get out of there quickly. "Well, I was here already and needed to make a inspection of the yards anyways. Besides, the next shuttle isn't due for another two hours."

The Jedi had half turned to walk away when he catches the last thing Xais said, causing him to face him with a raised brow. "Two hours? The shuttle arrived twenty minutes ago, you should know that...I sense something is amiss here and I will know what it is Chief." He says demandingly drawing his lightsaber, the crackle of the weapon's green beam echoes in the bay alerting the droids nearby.

~Realizing his cover had been blown he backpeddles towards the speeder's pilot's seat, only to find the Jedi had leaped onto the back, raising a hand to Force Push Xais away form the vehicle. It worked, but not as well as the Sentinel had expected, sending Xais backwards only a few feet, which he quickly recovers from and leaps at the Jedi, his own lightsaber finding its way into his hand as his armor returns the weapon from within itself. Silver and Viridian blades extend, catching the Jedi by surprise, whether from him wielding a lightsaber or from not being able to sense the force in Xais, he didn't know. It did, however serve to catch the Jedi offguard enough to give Xais an advantage. Slashing down at him the sound of energy crackling echoes throughout the bay as green light meets Silver, the force of his strike added to his momentum sent the Sentinel reeling back into a stack of power cells, but not before Xais slices diagonally across his midesection causing him to cry out in pain. The next instant brings blaster fire from the droids raining down on him which he deflects, mostly, while backflipping into the speeder, quickly powering it up and throttling it hard to streak away towards the hidden landing pad where his ship awaited departure. Alarm claxons resound in the early evening sky as numerous defenses come alive, targetting his speeder after a few seconds and opening fire, blasters whizzing past him as he does his best to avoid them without spilling his cargo. The speeder lurches upwards as a blaster bolt shreads the undercarriage, jarring him violently yet he manages to control the vehicle long enough to make a less than pristine landing beside his ship. No sooner had he come to a stop when he leaps from the controls and grabs the device from the cargo space, then heading up the loading ramp that had lowered upon his arrival.

Storing the device in a very secure hidden compartment in the ship's hold carefully before making his way to the cockpit, by the time he arrives the ship had already powered up and lifted off the pad, its engine kicking in to blast it skywards right as he takes a seat behind the helm, his armor blending with the ship to give him greater control. The Nightwraith pierces Coruscant's atmosphere like a meteor, travelling on a path out of the system and putting a good deal of distance between it and the planet when warnings flash on his displays, Three Jedi Starfighters and a Heavy Gunboat were directly in front of him on an intercept course and he grunts. He may have gotten what he came here for but he still wasn't out of the woods yet.~

"Well, so much for getting out of here quietly." He mutters as he points his ship directly at those incoming, his hyperdrive hadn't charged yet and they were in his way, then powers the engines to maximum thrust, the Nightwraith's weapons systems come online eagerly.

[Xais'fir]

~It took hardly any time at all for Xais to close the distance between his ship and the four incoming vessels, the lead Starfighter barely able to make his 'request' for Xais to power down and surrender before the Nightwraith's triple blasters open up on it. The rapid fire blasters rained down on the Starfighter, catching its left wing as the Jedi pilot veers it upwards and to the right to avoid his attack. The other two flew past the 'wraith while the Gunboat brought its weapons to bear. Being one with his ship, along with the vessel's great agility, allowed Xais to perform tighter maneuvers than the other ships which gave him the edge in this fight despite being outnumbered.

Twisting around to come up behind the first Starfighter, the 'wraith's triple blaster, located beneath the fuselage, fires on it again, this time being joined by the pair of fire-linked ion cannons just under the wings. The Jedi diverts more power to his Starfighter's engines in while he rolls to the right, trying to shake Xais, but the 'wraith easily kept up with him, laying down the fire even as the other two Starfighters come up behind him. The Jedi was good, but no match for the years of piloting and combat experience under Xais's belt as his Starfighter is struck multiple times by both blaster and ion fire, its deflectors succumbing to the fire allowing the shots to tear into the hull. Its engines flicker from the ion cannon fire, draining the energy with each hit at least until the power plant gets hit, the resounding explosion made Xais have to pull back hard on the stick to avoid it due to his proximity. The second and third Starfighters give chase, quickly placing themselves behind Xais, resuming their fire as he tunrs his ship towards the gunboat that had yet to engage him to keep from hitting the other three friendlies. That would soon change as Xais bares down on the larger vessel, tri-blaster, twin ion cannons and even a torpedo are fired from the 'wraith. Weaving back and forth, to dodge the fire coming from behind him, he watched as his shots struck true, the much slower vessel was unable to avoid them, the torpedo even managing to slip through to slam into the gunboat's side before it's autocannons can react. The proton warhead explodes as it strikes the gunboat's port side, blowing a small hole in the hull, the deflectors having been weakened from blaster and ion. After that the gunboat didn't hesitate to open fire on him, multiple blasters and even the autocannons let loose, playing right into Xais' hands as he puts the 'wraith into a straight roll right at the ship before him. The deflectors on his ship glow slightly as the occasional blaster hits it, most missing him entirely though the two Starfighters were not as lucky, the second taking multiple hits before it cuts hard right, smoke trailing behind it from the holes blown into it's left side. The third had remained after Xais, folly as the incoming shots rend it apart, the fatal blow coming in the form of a blaster shot to the cockpit, turning the Starfighter into a flaming ball of slag. A second then a third torpedo flees the launcher on his ship as Xais continues to rain death upon the Gunboat, who deflectors by now had fallen completely, leaving each shot freedom to pound into its hull. The second warhead slams into one of the engines, which explodes soon after, causing the ship to lurch as the third torpedo finds its way into the hole created by the first one. Cutting power to his engines Xais flips his ship over, facing the opposite direction though inverted before punching them back on, his head presses against his seat from the forces this caused, putting distance between him and the Gunboat as hull plating ripples, several flame spurts erupting from the belly of the ship when the torpedo goes off. The Nightwraith was well clear of the vessel by time the shockwave reached where he had been, a grunt issuing forth from him as the impact of several blasters cause his ship to shudder, the sound of a creature in pain being heard, almost a cry as they punch holes into the bio-hull, what could be compared to 'blood' flowing behind it as he jerks the ship to the left.
The remaining Starfighter was moderately damaged, holes in its left wing spewing forth sparks, smoke and components as it tried to keep up with the 'wraith. Something it could barely do when whole, a fact made more potent as Xais circles around behind it, blasters and ions being fired with deadly accuracy. Destruction, however wasn't the result as the Jedi pulls the same maneuver Xais had to get away from the exploding Gunboat, bringing what weapons were still function to bare on the 'wraith, managing to burn several more holes into the fuselage of his ship when the fire from Xais' become too much for the wounded fighter to withstand. Durasteel buckles from the explosion that wracks the fighter, sending debris outwards as it dies but not before sending a little gift Xais' way, in the form of a proton torpedo~

"Damn!" Reacting reflexively the ship responds, twisting to the right and exposing its belly to the incoming projectile, the resulting impact sent the 'wraith reeling back slightly with another cry of pain, though this time from Xais. He had used his link with the ship to extend his Force powers, putting up a barrier beneath the ship as the torpedo struck, causing minor damage if any at all but wracking him with a great deal of pain.

~Fighting to keep from blacking out he finally shakes off the pain, albeit slowly as he brings the 'wraith about on a path out of the system. The battle had been short, his hyperdrive hadn't finished charging before the last enemy had been dispatched, though now it was, a good thing considering his sensors picked up many more Republic and Jedi ships changing course to intercept him. They wouldn't be able to catch him but he didn't want to take any chances, as he tunes his comm into a secure and encrypted channel known only to a very select few.~

"Xais'fir to Matron, mission complete. I have the device, along with some knowledge that may prove useful and await further instructions for delivery." His light mandalorian accent was easily noticable as he reported in, sending the message in a coded burst-transmission the moment the Nightwraith enters hyperspace, leaving Coruscant behind him.

[Triune]

*Far off in Myrkr the Matron smiled as she received the message. She thumbed the comm on and sent a coded burst which would reach him when he came out of Hyperspace*

"Well done Xais. I am pleased to receive this news, deliver the object to Myrkr, To the compound. I have another mission for you in mind."

[Xais'fir]

~TheNightwraith drops out of hyperspace a few parsecs from the Coruscant system and Xais taps the comm on as he recieves the reply transmission~

"Very well, heading to Myrkr now. I shall report to you upon arrival, Xais'fir out."

~Again his coded burst-transmission is sent as he enters hyperspace, course, Myrkr~

[Triune]

*She receives the message and clears the vessel for vector in system when it arrives.*

[Xais'fir]

~Again the Nightwraith leaves hyperspace, at this point the damage it recieved in the escape from Coruscant had regenerated as clearance to land is given. Arcing towards the compound on Myrkr the ship slows above its cleared landing pad, plats lowering a moment before touch down, the ramp soon following as Xais disconnects himself from the ship and makes his way into the hold. Opening the hidden compartment he retrieves the cloaking device and sets it on a closeby gravplat for easier travel, then covering it with a small tarp to shield it from eyes not meant to see. Setting the plat to follow him he walks down the ramp and onto the pad, turning to make his way further into the compound to the room he knew Lirreka would be waiting.

It took him only a few minutes to traverse the distance there and he steps in to stand near her, the gravplat pulling up to a halt beside him, the tarp being pulled back as he glances at Lirreka.~

"Matron, your cloaking device, delivered as promised. It took longer than I had wanted to acquire it, but it is here nonetheless." He smiles as he steps aside to allow her an inspection of the cloak, unharmed despite the jostling it took in getting here.

[Triune]

*Lirreka awaits him in the center chamber, the one through which the others are reached. She puts her hand on the unit and nods to him, a smile on her face.*

"Excellent, you have performed admirably Xais. I trust the armor and ship performed well together?"

[Xais'fir]

~Xais nods at her with a hidden grin that becomes visible abruptly as he take on the appearance of the head technician he killed on Coruscant, his normal mandalorian accent replaced by that of the Coruscant native.~

"Better than I had imagined, as you can see Matron. Apparently this armor can steal a person's identity, much like the biosuits, save this way is total assimiliation and very permanent for the recipient."

~He goes on to explain in detail how he acquired his disguise, as well as how he found and stole the device, the brief encounter with the Jedi Sentinel and the subsequent space battle that took place before he could hyperjump to safety.~

"In addition I have several ship schematics, which you likely already have, save perhaps for the Jedi's Starfighter? I also have a nearly complete layout of the Jedi enclave on Coruscant, roughly 85%. Various access and transmission codes, though those may be changed after my infiltration, which you will know when it happens. I planted a tap within one of their primary computer cores, should allow you to peek around from time to time, you may have recieved an update from it already. Oh and last but surely not least, I have the schematics for the cloaking device as well." Pulling a datapad from his belt he downloads all the knowledge he had acquired into an encrypted file she had created specifically for such things he had discovered on his missions, then handed it to her with a bow.

~ A very large smile graces his stolen face as he relates all of this to her, likely taking an hour or more in the telling. He took great pride in what he did and watched for her reaction, it brought him nothing but joy when he saw the look on his employer's face when he went over and beyond the call of duty.~

[Triune]

*She listens carefully, absorbing every detail of his story as he did the identity of the technician. If she is surprised or concerned she doesnt' show it as she nods in all the right places to keep the tale flowing. when the end comes she does indeed smile and nod*

"You have done very well, I am pleased to see the Armor and ship are maturing properly. It is rare that two different generations work so fluidly together. If you wish you can take time off to recover and recoperate or if you wish you can attend to a second matter for me." She smiles slightly, curious as to how anxious for 'action' this one is.

[Xais'fir]

~He grimaces from the sharp pain of the migraine he had since using the Force to block that torpedo during the battle over Coruscant. Though it had been several hours he had not had a chance to properly rest from it, yet he quickly recovers his composure, nodding to her eagerly as his appearance returns to that of the armor, if for no other reason than to help hide his expression of pain should it happen again.~

"Agreed, at least I've not seen different generations work together as these two do. If it pleases you Matron I would like to be off on your second task as soon as possible, any chance to learn more about my armor and the 'wraith would be a welcome thing. "

~His mandalorian accent had returned with his change, though as with everything else about him, they both knew that too was merely an illusion.~

"What is it you would like me to do next, Matron? And shall I recieve payment for this one along with my previous mission's pay?" He adds offhandedly, remembering her mention of double pay for getting her both the device and the blueprints of it.

[Triune]

*She chuckles and picks up her own datapad and punches a few buttons before handing it to him.*

"Here is the amount that has been shifted into your accounts from my various dumbie corporations, double as promised." She lets him have the pad as she walks over to a holo-viewer and brings up a picture of an interdictor cruiser. "Here is your next task. I desire the schematics of a Gravity well Generator that is most commonly used on ships such as this. Be it from the ship's systems or from the company that makes them it matters not but I need accurate blueprints to this device. Again twice your usual fee."

[Xais'fir]

~Takes the datapad from her with only a brief glance, he knew the money had been transferred and let the pad slide into his armor, storing for safe keeping as he moves over to stand beside her at the holo-viewer.~

"Hmm, a Gravity Well Generator. That won't be easy to acquire, even from the company that makes it. Corporate espionage is something they are well guarded against, besides, I believe I know of an Interdictor that may be just right for this. I discovered its whereabouts during my recently ended...'vacation' on Coruscant. My guise had access to repair logs and this specific ship, the Sentry, is apparently in need of repairs after a conflict in the Rinn system and it's remote location makes it difficult to get a vessel out to perform repairs. Thus making it an easy target to infiltrate, since its hyperdrive is non-functional and from what I read it's lost roughly two thirds of its crew. The only problem will be the escort that was sent to protect it." He turns to look at her with a perturbed expression, he did not like admitting a lack of ability but even he had limits.

"A pair of destroyers were dispatched to its location for that task some time ago, while a repair or tow vessel is available to aide it. The 'wraith merely has a Chameleon Cloak Matron, I will be detected the second I exit hyperspace. And to use a human expression, I'd have a snowball's chance in hell to survive the encounter, much less complete my mission. My ship is no match for capital ships, fighters and smaller picket ships yes, but not destroyers."