SWRPF Archive Casino Royale

Markus Carfax
Conference Room 11, MI5 building

Markus stood up to meet Boz. He couldn't help noticing that the Lorrdian was significantly taller than him, but frankly quite a few of the MI5 agents were taller than Markus. However, in sheer bile and cynicism, the slicer was difficult to match.

"Any decent brainless agent, newbie." he replied. "You follow orders to the letter like a good little drone, you'll get killed out there. Now, you gonna sit down and listen to the other team members or are you gonna give me more of the rules I already know?"

[TAG Boz'rir, any]

OOC: 100th post wooo!

 

IC: Boz
conference rom, MI5 HQ


Boz really wouldn't stand for this.
"Following the orders in no way makes you a drone, it just means you have sense. And I am just as qualified as you. More so in fact."
He stooped his sholders a bit and leaned into the extact posture Markus was in and adopeted his exact accent.
"Your reputation precedes you, mate. D'yer really think that just because you've been let off and given the chance to do some proper good with your life that you're anything more than the piece of grease slime you were before? Yeah, I didn't think so. I tell you now that despite what you think I will always act to keep my fellow agents safe, even if it's gonna cause me trouble. And you'd be fragging stupid to think otherwise."
He straitened up. He had a lot of respect for the other agents here, but this slicer was pushing him.

TAG: Markus, any.

 

Markus Carfax
Conference Room 11, MI5 building

Markus was distinctly rattled to see his own words come back at him. He'd never seen this kind of thing before- rather than real espionage MI5 usually preferred to blow stuff up- and the effect was uncanny. He had to admit that the Lorrdian knew his stuff.

"Alright Girange, you've got some talent." he muttered, backing off. "But let's see how you do in the field. I think you'll find that shiny ideals tend to tarnish fast in the real world."

[TAG Boz, any]

 

Stent Kannat
conf room

Stent watched the little confrontation between Boz and Markus with amusement, but quickly got back to business.

"OK, we have three agents here that will go tonight and can pull off the high nobility ruse, successfully, including a bit part of the drunken uncle that makes a family ashamed to bring out into public." With that last remark he smirked at Agent Carfax.

"That leaves three more tickets for tonight. Did I understand that we were to have two newlyweds?" He focused on the two young agents that, it seemed, were already in some sort of relationship.

TAG: bojangles, rilwen, bueller, bueller, anyone

 

Joss Vendu ~ MI5 HQ Conference Room


Joss strode in with Ruana just in time to see Boz mocking Carfax's accent and mannerisms with keen precision as a smile spread across his features at Markus's reaction. Boz was going be good leader.

Stent Kannat remarked trying to move the discussion along, "Did I understand that we were to have two newlyweds?" To which Vendu replied with a friendly nod as he spoke, "Yes, my wife Ruana and I seem to be the best fit for a pair of Honeymooners."

He walked in farther from the doorway continuing, "The technical wing of MI5 has conjured up a passport for Ruana and myself. Mine as Sonjir Koor, an asteroid mining Investor in the Outer Rim Operations, homeworld one Eraidu. My cover is that I'm looking to delve into the Resort and Vacationing business. So my Honeymoon would be a mix of both business and pleasure." It would come in the form of an Identi-chip that would display his picture and the subsequent information of his newly minted marriage to whomever an incognito Mrs. Trebond-Vendu was to become as well as a birthplace. Joss would have to do some minor studying on the broadest points of Galactic Economics that a first and only year scholar would know for his cover. (correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that how records are kept In-Universe? Identi-chips.)

TAG:SPRINTABM/TWINKYSTRIDER/ALL

 

IC: Halon
MI5 HQ, Coruscant

Alecti Tyler. Andriy Hunt.

Halon studied his two bickering partners wearily as he took a moment to commit their aliases and cover-stories to memory. The source of their little flareup seemed so trivial, but then again Markus always did seem to go out of his way to antagonize people. Still, there was no denying his effectiveness as an agent.

He rose from his seat, slipping the auction ticket into the same pouch containing his identification cards and walked over to the squabbling duo.

"Boz'rir. Markus," Halon said, greeting them a short bow. "For the duration of this voyage I am Serik, at your service." He was all set and ready for their next move.

Tag: Any

 

Major General Devon Altria
Conference Room 11, MI5

In the two hours since being semi-officially welcomed and asked to 'stick around' by Mny'Karedito, Devon had had some things to take care of. As others had left for a bit, so did he. Leaving headquarters, he had used a Tapani Federation-issued hovercar to fly over to his planet's delegation and report in. Although it had been his illustrious father's idea to seek cooperation with MI5, he was still expected to report in once he made contact. No big deal, but it had to be done. Regardless of how the mission went or was organized, he was still on the Tapani timesheet.

The Tapani delegation to the Galactic Republic operated out of a block of offices high-up in one of the myriad of diplomatic office buildings in the Senate District of Coruscant. Pulling his issued hovercar into a mid-level garage and parking, he was quickly out and heading towards the turbolift that would take him to the proper floor. One of his aide's (Devon is a Major General after all) had collected and prepared everything for his boss: two packed suitcases and one garment bag (which carried a couple of well-tailored Coruscanti business suits and an extra FBSS dress uniform), his Tapani-issued diplomatic passport identipad (and included a permit to carry a concealed weapon) and, of course, his tickets. Checking out the ticket, the aide explained that the Federation had booked Devon into a penthouse suite (a nice suite, approximately 70.5 square meters [or 758 square feet], in first class, but certainly not over the top [aome of the suites were rumored to be almost 250 square meters] considering his rank or position in the Tapani Federation). The aide also reiterated a warning about not messing up and reminding that Devon that, in a way, he was representing the Tapani Federation to the galaxy's elite here.

With all that out of the way, the only thing was to gather his ID (with permit) and his tickets and head back to MI5. His aide assured him that his bags and stuff would be delivered to the Empress when the time came. Stuffing his papers (actually pad and chit) into the inner pocket of his black uniform jacket and head out. He would use the same hovercar he had come in, although he got stuck in traffic due to a bad accident in the hoverlanes.

Finally, he got back to MI5 headquarters and was buzzed into the conference room. Sitting down at one of the empty chairs at the table, he unceremoniusly pulled out his passport pad and his ticket and laid them on the table...just in case anyone wanted to comment or had a question for him. He wanted to show everyone that his side was taken care of.

TAG: Anyone

 

Stent Kannat
conf room

"Very good Agent..." - Stent glanced at his datapad that just listed names of the agents in the room - "Vendu? Somewhat ambitious. I am assuming that you have some knowledge of asteroid mining? There is a decent chance of encountering someone during this mission that is in that business as well. I would suggest that if such an encounter does happen, you do your best with your knowledge but as soon as your limit is reached, play the 'I'm on my honeymoon, I don't want to talk about work anymore' card. I am sure that your wife would definitely assist you on that." He smiled at Agent Trebond.

"So that is five to the gala tonight. One last - wait a moment. Did we lose someone?" The Zeltron briefly looked at his datapad and scanned the room, meeting eyes with the newcomer. A young newcomer. MI5 is that desperate, huh?

"Agent, I do not believe we have met. I am Agent Stent Kannat. Are you to join us on this mission?"

TAG: vector, anyone

 

OOGM: Nice work everyone, it pleases me to see people working together and figuring things out.

As far as papers go, we never got to see Luke's identification because those weren't the droids we were looking for. However, by cross-referencing my various books, the general impression I get is that your standard ID is something not entirely unlike your standard ID (such as a driver's license) plus an electronic component revealed when scanned. So there's visual information such as name, age, species, sex (if applicable), and whatnot, plus maybe a few markers, with much more information revealed with the right scan (such as various certifications, maybe medical alerts/information). People might have a few more identity cards for things that need to be more visual, but I think most information can be revealed from a scan of the general ID card/chip (since "credit chip" refers to a card with financial information on it, I think that you could probably use ID card or ID chip interchangeably). Either way, there's a visual component to ID and an electronic component, and you generally want the two to collaborate. Especially in case where information is maintained in a central database of some kind.

Anyways, get yourselves organized and figure out what you want to do this evening.

And Vector_Alpha, you may wish to avoid causing problems in the future by consulting with me before deciding about your environment. Considering the ship is larger than a Star Destroyer and yet carries a quarter of the bodies, a 70 square meter room isn't super impressive. You may keep it, especially given that the largest suites are in the general vicinity of fifteen hundred square meters or more. They're pretty much flying mansions. Of course, most of the rooms are more reasonably sized, the smallest probably being a mere 40 square meters in area, which constitutes second class (which makes it about the size of a Grand Suite aboard the largest cruise ship on Earth, which is hilarious evidence that Sci-Fi writers have no sense of scale, since the largest cruise ship in the world is about 340 meters long, a mere sixth the length of the Empress). So by the looks of it, you get a four star room, it's just that the ratings start at three and go to six.

That aside, as I said before, good work everyone.

 

IC: Ruana Trebond

Ruana looked over at her husband and rolled her eyes. "That would be Sonjir Vandron, Joss. It's a Senex thing. The ranking name determines it. But your IDs will work, it'll just indicate that you haven't yet changed it over. Matter of fact, it's probably realler that way, since most people tend to delay paperwork."

She looked around at the others, and removed the hat she was wearing. Her hair fell down from its confines- it was dark brown with only a mild reddish tinge now- as were her eyebrows. "I'm now my own cousin...Serena Vandron. It'll explain it better if anyone happens to vaguely remember me...I can shrug it off as a family resemblance."

It was true, Ruana's mother had been a Vandron before her marriage- not in the direct inheritance line, but still entitled to the name. Ruana herself had spent a portion of her childhood in the Senex Sector. And the resemblance was no lie; Ruana and her Vandron cousins looked very similar. Indeed, Ruana's father had on occasion noted that she seemed to have inherited nothing from him in terms of her features. Therefore, it was a safe option- the Vandrons kept to themselves, and any of Aunt Aliana's family would cover for her. Serena had been the highly ironic and rather sarcastic nickname for the far from serene Trebond heir when she was staying with Aliana's family.

Tag: whoever

 

OOGM: Well, if you guys are ready to roll out, I can fast forward to this evening, if you don't have anything else to do with the next few hours...

For the record, here's what I have for you guys so far in terms of aliases and disguises

Halon: Serik of the Clan Malex, change of clothes
Boz: Alecti Tyler, no disguise
Markus: Andryi Hunt, no disguise
Joss: Sonjir Koor, no disguise
Ruana: Serena Vandron, dyed hair
Stent: No alias, no disguise
Devon: No alias, no disguise

Sevrin: No need
Jaycen: ???

We have six tickets, and so far Halon, Boz and Markus are in one group, Ruana and Joss in another. There is one more ticket for either Stent, Devon or Jaycen.

What do you do?

 

(ooc: Been meaning to post again. Hopefully later tonight. If not, probably not before the end of the Holiday weekend. Light, don't have my characters eaten yet )

 

ooc: I was hoping that Vector was gonna post because I was aiming for my character to find out whether his character be suitable or not to go to the EXTRAVAGANZA...

 

OOC: Sorry, I'll post soon. Been kinda busy IRL.

 

"Agent, I do not believe we have met. I am Agent Stent Kannat. Are you to join us on this mission?"

"This is Devon Altria, he's apparently on loan from the Tapani Federation by virtue of already having a cabin. We haven't cleared him just yet, so don't incorporate him into any plans for today. We haven't figured out if his skills are up to the task."

OOGM: Allow me to make this decision easier.

 

Stent Kannat
conf room

Stent listened to the response from Mny'Karedito as he glanced over this Devon Altria. Why is MI5 letting someone from some Tapani organization join in?

"Well then, I guess that settles things, does it? I shall take the last ticket and join you in this," it visible to all that Stent was forcing himself to sound excited, "this event, similar to what I have been through my entire karking career..." The last words ended in a mutter, but the Zeltron quickly collected himself. "Again, I will have to go as myself due to the fact that I will possibly and likely encounter people who know me. I cannot hide who I am, but I can hide my actions." A smile crept into his face. "And be prepared to eat well, tonight, and on this entire voyage."

"Alright, we have six to go to the event. Everyone ensure that you have clothing that is appropriate. Now, Miss Mny'Karedito, I understand that we do have enough funding to acquire the rooming that we must get." He looked back over the group. "Do I also understand correctly that there will be some amongst us that will stay behind and attempt to win some tickets via the lottery over the net?" His attention was drawn to Agent Snabb. "I do not think it is extremely necessary but we could be in comms to make sure that we do not overbid on rooms or expend our funding. We do have access to some fancy, concealable comm pieces, do we not?"

TAG: anyone, lightwarden

 

"Define fancy and concealable. We've got comlinks in the form of just about any accessory you could hope for, as well as various earpieces and microphones, even cameras if that's what you're looking for. If you wanted to be very stealthy, it wouldn't be too difficult to go the surgical route with a subcutaneous comm, nor would it take too long.

As far as clothing goes, should I assume you all have your own or will this be yet another purchase chalked up to the company account?"

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[b]OOGM:[/b] Welcome back everyone, I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. For those of you who don't live in America, I hope you had a nice Thursday. In other news, Jedi_Aron_Tylander has dropped out of the game due to time restraints. Considering he made all of one post, I am invoking my GM powers to state that he was never officially on the team, he just wandered into the room looking for M and said hello to some of the agents he recognized.

 

Stent Kannat
conf room

"A subcutaneous comm, you say," dryly responded Stent. "How dreadful. I have never had to use one of those during any of my operations, nor do I wish to. I believe that earpieces that sit well within the ear canal should suffice, the ones that will not set off any metal detectors or the like. As for microphones: I once used a small, paper-thin microphone that attached right onto my outer throat." Stent pointed right by his adam's apple. "It was undetectable, especially since the lads in the lab were able to match it to the pigment of my skin. I believe that those should suffice for all if they are available unless, of course, anyone here that is more knowledgeable of the field thinks otherwise.

"As for clothing: Those that do not have any are welcome to my wardrobe, that is, those that are close to my size which I believe some of you males are." He looked over the group. "As you probably have imagined, I do have quite the collection due to my background." Again, the dry sarcasm in Stent's voice.

"I should have enough clothing to provide for two individuals, not including myself, to last us on our entire cruise. Everyone else," he spoke directly to Mny'Karedito, "will likely have to dip into the account if they do not have the sufficient attire. Perhaps the organization has a collection of such clothing? I cannot imagine that this is the first time that it has had to send a motley crew into the upper strata of society before."

TAG: lightwarden, anyone

 

IC: Boz
conference room, MI5 HQ

Boz turned to Stent and Mny'Karedito.
"Oh, I thought I should run it by you first. In terms of disguise I was thinking of something along the lines of a high class suit and longer hair done back in the current popular style with young nobles."
He turned to Markus, he didn't want to push it again, but he had to bring the subject up.
"What were you planning to go with in terms of disguise?"

TAG: Markus, any

 

Markus Carfax
Conference Room 11, MI5 HQ

"My own ruggedly handsome good looks and irresistible charm." Markus deadpanned. "What else?"

Seriously, he was considering the disguise options himself. This wasn't the first time he'd had to blend into the upper echelons of society, though often he'd just acted however he'd liked and let his (forged) credentials do the talking. It was amazing what people would forgive if they thought you had money. However, this time around Markus suspected that his team-mates would try and push him into hard vacuum if he acted up.

"In all seriousness, I don't... uh... exactly have the large wardrobes that you all seem to enjoy. It appears that my lifestyle hasn't been accommodating to the occasional shopping spree. I have a suit that'll do for tonight but after that, and presuming we're successful, well, I'll work something out."

[TAG all]

 

IC: Boz
conference room, MI5 HQ

Boz considerd something. It was risky, stupid and may lead to his eventual death. He wanted to push the crazy thought aside but if it was for the good of the team he would do it.
"Maybe Markus I could come with you and," this was it "and I could help you find some outfits that would be suitable for the cruise liner."
Boz smiled slightly. He had a bad feeling about this.

TAG: markus

 

IC: W-3PO
MI5 Briefing Room

Dub-Three observed the discussions. Sevrin paid minimal attention; as he was not attending any of the mission that involved fitting into the upper eschelon, he didn't really have to pay attention to these minor details, and droids were not exactly necessary for the auction.

Dub-Three, however, was to be seen as an assistant to one of them. Thus, he too needed to fit in. "Quer...will my current plating be acceptable for the auction or should I head down to Q'u branch for a resurfacing? Also, which of you am I to be 'assisting'?"

Tag: MI5

 

"We've got clothing, but we don't have extensive wardrobes of the latest fashions for every conceivable body type. I suppose we can fit you with something suitable for the evening."

She looked at the droid, then towards Sevrin.

"Well, you tell me, has your droid done anything to anyone that would make him any more recognizable than any other protocol droid? If not, he could travel with either the lovebirds or the business party and I don't think anyone would care about just one droid."

She looked at the Zeltron.

"Agent Kannat, are you traveling with Agent Carfax and the others?"

She then looked at the others.

"And how are you planning on getting there? Would you like us to send another agent to transport you this evening, or will you be piloting yourselves? If we're going to use some of our nicer vehicles, they'll have to be in the hands of someone who knows what he's doing."

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[b]OOC:[/b] And apparently [b]Darth_Vaders_cousin[/b] has succumbed to real life and won't be joining us. Since he hasn't made an in-character post, I see no reason to mention his disappearance in-game. Seems as though seven is the magic number.

 

Markus Carfax
Conference Room 11, MI5 building

"Maybe Markus I could come with you and...." Girange was clearly having trouble with this concept, and Markus didn't blame him. "and I could help you find some outfits that would be suitable for the cruise liner."

"We'll see." The hacker replied reluctantly. One of the few limitations he was aware of was that he had the fashion sense of a dead womprat (he'd never seen the point anyway) and a bit of help from Boz'rir might come in handy... however the idea of going on a shopping trip was starting to make his cell back at Coruscant Maximum Security look awfully attractive.

[TAG Boz]

 

IC: Halon
MI5 HQ, Coruscant

"And how are you planning on getting there? Would you like us to send another agent to transport you this evening, or will you be piloting yourselves? If we're going to use some of our nicer vehicles, they'll have to be in the hands of someone who knows what he's doing."

Halon raised a hand. "Ma'am, it would make sense if it were I who did the driving for my party. Providing the ride does not call for any complex aerial maneuvers, I should not have much trouble getting them safely to the auction."

Tag: Any