<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2016239#pid2016239"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><i>Jin-Lai Park</i></span></a><br/>Evening Watch.<br/>Location: St. Anne:  Bridge, Galley<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Jin-Lai  skilled wth a blade, but had only sparred, and never faced armed foes.  When it came down to guns, she would try to stay out of the line of fire.  Or would she ?  It was then she hatched a bit of a harebrained scheme.  One so crazy, it might just work.  She  wasn't about to get in a fight with gun-totting guards, but if she could distract them, that was another thing.  She would need to do some quick scrounging, but she was always pretty good at that.<br/><br/>Her first stop of course was her galley.  Most of what she needed would  be found here.    First off she grabbed most of the big magnets she had just bought on the planet.  She would have to make due without most of them in the kitchen most likely.    Or she would be shot dead and it would be someone else's problem, she bit her lip as her considered that possibility. She almost prefered that to a disorganized galley, but  that was probably just her.<br/><br/>Next, she grabbed a cloth bag and set it on the butcher block counter, and then opened a drawer and pulled out 6 kitchen timers and some electrical tape.  She programmed each timer to the same  stopwatch setting and then set them to sync to her datapad or manual push.  Then with the black electrical tape she  connected each timer to one of the big magnets, and made the  timers look more sinister at the same time.  Now if only she had some more wire.  She found some bits of wire, enough to make one of the magnet/timer devices look like a pretty credible IED.  But she would need to scrounge for some more.<br/><br/>She next took a small canister of gas and put it in the cloth bag.  The gas they used for cooking was odorless, the canister was  used to add a certain well known smell to the  gas that  smelled like rotten eggs, an unpleasant smell that humans were trained to associate with dangerous gas leaks.  It was an advanced form of mercaptan gas, though if she had needed to she could have whipped up some hydrogen sulfide with the stuff from the compost machine if need be.    It was a fairly universal additive to gasses and should be recognized by even brain-dead guards.<br/><br/>At that point, she went scrounging for wire.  She wasn't really sure where to look for that so she decided to first see who might be on the Bridge.  That is when she saw the message console flashing similar to when there had been a message waiting on the Annie.   Maybe it was Serena?  Maybe Mateo had escaped and was messaging them.  Fnally curiosity got the better of her and she  inadvisedly pressed the button<br/><br/>The message she got was from someone named 'Crecy' who sounded serious.  But he had seriously bad timing - the deal to hand over Riz was happening very soon, and she would not go against what  the captain had agreed to, or abandon the crew in this hour of need.  She had  already volunteered to pilot the shuttle, really she was the only one not needed for something actually important, so they were counting on her.<br/><br/>She slid into the Comms seat and took a deep breath and began pounding out a message, then flipping through the  station menu she found a droid courier service.  She would keep things general but this Crecy would know what she meant.  Uploading her message to the drone courier that would deliver the message to bay 4 on the  station, she hoped very shortly she would hear from this man called Crecy.  If that was his<i>real</i>name.<br/><br/>She included with it her latest public encryption key.  Of course it took her private key to decriypt the message, at least without a huge computer and a lot of time.  It wasn't  sub-quantum encryption or a singularity lock by any means, but it was all she had  time to arrange.<br/><br/>Still she didn't find any bits of wire she cared to pull on on the bridge, and so she went to the workshop.  She found the  wire she needed , as well as a spray can of black molecular bond paint.  She pulled out the  timers from the bag  and made the other  5 fake IEDs and stuffed them along with the can of paint into the bag, and a trigger switched  that wasn't actually hooked to anything, her fake deadman's switch.<br/><br/>She made a quick stop in her quarters, putting on something.... special, under her  normal outfit, and then then reported to the Shuttle bay and reported for duty and the final briefing, after which she did a full pre-flight check without skipping any steps, and making sure she had a helmet as well.<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2016239#pid2016239"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><i>Jin-Lai Park</i></span></a><br/>Evening Watch.<br/>Location: The Annie.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Jin then boarded with those  she was taking to the specified coordinates and began to carefully pilot the shuttle.  As the shuttle passed threshold of the bay  , she made a brief transmission "Shuttle Annie departing to make the trade.  Wish us luck, St. Anne"<br/><br/>She flew at the agreed upon speed and heading , to make sure to give the 'Strike' team led by Donovan plenty of time to get in position.  She didn't have a good easy way to see where they were, but she knew they were out there in the inky blackness.  She was a little worried   It would be nice to have this crecy dude to help sell her IEDs  , but she didn't need him to land, and she was not going to start placing them until everyone was well clear of the shuttle bay.<br/><br/>If she got a message she would simply say that she would make it worth Crecy's while if he backed their play and protected the crew.   There wasn't time to go into detail back and forth anymore.<br/><br/>"Everyone ok back there?  We are going to be landing in their shuttle bay in 3 minutes.  "    She then sent the agreed upon callsign to the Blue Mountain ship "Shepherd this is Lamb , coming in to dock , Please transfer control of the bay door to our console  "  These  guys were more like the Big Bad Wolf than any shepherd but she didn't have time to arrange everything.  With control of the bay door, she had everything she needed for her plan. She opened the bay and activated the automated landing  subroutine.  She had considered stripping down immediately to her bra and pantes, but she didnt want eyes on her just yet  , she wantd to place  few fake bombs first, but before that , she needed Doc and Riz to get clear.<br/><br/>"Good luck"  she called after them from the back of the  shuttle. She had the bag of fake IEDs to begin placing .  They were set to go well after the shuttle should have departed. She hoped Crecy wouldnt point them out until the signal was given.  She hadn't told him what else would happen at the Signal, of course, she didn't trust him that much.<br/><br/>Her plan was to get as many guards as she could into the bay to investigate the explosives and then open the bay doors while she was safely on the Annie. It could work but it was dangerous and this whole thing was a crap shoot.  She of course was ill to her stomach and began to have second thoughs about placing them at all.  What  if it screwed everything up?  She of course had let the team know she had some ideas to distract the  bad guys, but she wasn't sure if they took her seriously.  She just hoped she wouldn't screw it up.<br/><br/>She could kicked hersef - she had almost forgotten to start releasing the smelly gas.  She did that and let it waft down into the shuttle bay.  She  hated the smell herself and yet somehow it actually settled her stomach.  This was happening