<div class="floatright">(https://torcommunity.com/images/creation/togruta/montral11.jpg)</div>Music: Dough by Key Glock<br/><br/>“Once there I will begin gathering the necessary intelligence.”<br/><br/>The words were matter of fact as if the woman had done this in the past.  She had certainly done similar things but on a much smaller scale, but some might argue the stakes were similar. Finding the next meal was just as contentious as fighting off an army when you were starving.  The datapad still glowed against her features while she worked.  Fingers pressed and fiddled over the surface before images were projected upward on the holographic display.  A muscle worked in her jaw before she seemed to press the imagery down and the datapad failed to glow anymore.<br/><br/>“The information I gather will likely be more up to date and more reliable.  When we are there our first priority will be ensuring our cover.  We will need a manufactured problem with our engine, something we can readily fix but others will believe grounds us for a bit.  That way we have an excuse to be there long term, but we can pull up shop at a moment’s notice if need be.  Is that doable?<br/><br/>Those eyes fixed on Chi with a level stare.  She had been listening after all when everyone was talking.  She then pointed toward each with a simple set of words.  The finger went toward Zilam with the simply said “Captain” and at Chi she gave a soft shrug “mechanic.”  For Lyn she gave some consideration before simply saying “muscle” and to herself she said “comms.”<br/><br/>“When we get there try not to stick out and just try to act your role.  We will have enough time to stir the pot.  I will gather what I can from there.”<br/><br/>Around her the trenchcoat straightened as she stood on top of the crate.  Then she gave a small leap to come down to the floor.  “Name is Vex and I am your slicer.  Also, what are we hauling and to whom?”  This last part she directed at the hologram.<br/>