Falmok smiles , Yes, buir'ika . he teased, We'll be home as soon as we can.

Di'kut. Keep him alive, okay?

Yes Ma'am. See you soon. Falmok promises, signing off.

Once Maya had confirmed that Darien would live, she'd been anxious to get out and start looking around. With word from Cade that he and the mystery mando would start inventorying the cache, she'd been even more anxious. When Kara had confirmed that they'd have a ship coming to carry it all off, she hadn't been able to wait any longer. The job had been to destroy the cache of course, but it had been made clear that anything that went missing would be overlooked. That, and they'd paid her up front anyway, not that she'd have refused the job if they hadn't/

Maya grabbed the load lifter as she headed back into the warehouse. The first order of business was grabbing those security droids. She was positive she'd be able to get them pack into working order and reprogram them if given enough time. Once those were loaded up, she carefully removed the wiring from some of the explosive crates, and moved them onto the load lifter as well. She didn't what they were just yet, but a few of them would do, and she was certain Vaerk would know. She was fairly certain Vaerk knew everything, and just did his best not to let anyone know.

She had to admit, killing or capturing everything in sight was a lot more lucrative then just stealing like she'd done in the past. Granted it was more difficult to survive, as shown by Darien's injuries. But there were more important things she wanted to look at then what they'd gotten from the cache anyway. The communications tower was her first stop, and she hacked into their system, combing through all their logs for anything regarding the Death Watch. It didn't tell her much, but it did confirm her suspicions. They had a base on Carlac. A real base from the sounds of things. Or at the very least a safe house. She'd have to try and interrogate the prisoner they'd taken later. The files seemed to suggest the dealers had just been selling to them. Hopefully the one they'd taken would know more.

The datapad taken from the group however, that was more interesting. She had hoped that they'd have details on an account, and sure enough they did. The systems in the communications tower would be better for accesing it, so she made her back. It took a few minutes to hook up her datapads slicing gear to the system, but once she had she began breaking in, navigating through files before finally locating the source of their credits. Now all she had to do was break into the system, disable the security, and transfer the credits out. She cracked her knuckles and leaned into the screen, getting to work.

Ge'tal get's on the long-range comms and contacts her superiors in House Ordo. "Mission successful," she replies. " Captured several enemy grunts, need prisoner extraction." Turning to Cade or Falmok, "What's our coordinates?" she asks.

Falmok looks at her quizzically, You don't know where you are? He asked, as he called the information up on the Navicomputor, How did you get here?

8 minutes ago, RuusMarev said:

Falmok looks at her quizzically, You don't know where you are? He asked, as he called the information up on the Navicomputor, How did you get here?

"None of your business," she replies. "It's classified!"

The system was pretty well made, but it wasn't the hardest to maneuver around now that she was in. It did however have a security program running, not that it was any surprise. Anything guarding credits usually did, but it couldn't be as hard as programming the systems used in the more advanced beskar'gam helmets. Carefully, she selected a script to override the security system, and sighed in relief as it went down. That had been surprisingly easy. Without any more holds on the system she'd be free to look around and activate whateber commands she wanted. She began to open the account, and was surprised to find that the system was asking for a passcode. How could that be? She had just. . . there was someone else then. Someone had already reactivated the security system. She navigated back to the security, preparing to try and deactivate it again. This would be a challenge after all.

Maya disabled the security again as she had before, without much difficulty. Whoever was on the other end hadn't changed the protocols yet, not that they'd have had time too. Her eyes widened in surprise as a ping came across her datapad. They were trying to trace her location. Even after the extra steps she'd went to to make sure the communications tower systems would throw them off her trail. She plugged her gear into a different one of the terminals, doing her best to find out who was attempting to shut her out, but to no avail. Once she was ready with the other computer, she disconnected the first one, hopefully redirecting her signal enough to where they wouldn't be able to ping her again. Whoever it was, they weren't half bad. Most likely it was a droid, to have been able to detect her so fast, but she wouldn't give up that easily.

She navigated back to the accounts, ready to begin trying to access the credits and get things over with before the user on the other end delayed her any further when the connection was lost. Maya stared blankly at the screen for a moment before slamming her fist on the table. The kriffer had removed her from the system! Quickly, she navigated back and began trying to access the system again before her opponent had a chance to change the protocols. As long as she could keep them busy, she could keep using the same slicing techniques to access the system. Sure enough, it worked beautifully, and she was back in. She needed to find a way to keep them from doing that in the future. Or lock them out somehow. It was clear she wouldn't have enough time to access the account otherwise.

Quickly, she isolated the fragment of the signature she'd determined, and uploaded a shutdown program to lock out their fucntions. It wouldn't last long, but the time it bought Maya would be enough to pull a few tricks of her own. First, she set about breaking into the system, and qith a few edits she'd rewritten the system to let her in without issue. If her adversary managed to shut her out again, she'd be able to hop right back on without an issue. And since they were locked out of the system, it would take them a while to notice she'd done so. Hopefully. Next, she setup the trace, so as soon as the user got back on she'd be able to track their information.

Sure enough, once they were back on the program booted up, and she was surprised to find that the account was on Ord Mantell. Working with criminals as they were, it had to be one of the organizations operating there. She couldn't be sure who though, with all the different criminal syndicates running banking operations, but it give her something extra to look for. Maybe if she could piece together who was running the accounts, it would make her attempts to lock them out easier.

Maya sighed as the link shutdown. She quickly attempted to reaccess the system, but was surprised to learn it had went offline. Perhaps she should've went after the account immediately after all. Still there was nothing she could do for now. They'd have to reactivate the system at some point, and then she could pick up where she left off. It was unlikely they'd realize the backdoor she'd opened up, and any signature they'd managed to get on her would be tied to the communications center, not her directly. Even if they tried to investigate, it was unlikely this place would still be standing when they left. She planned to reactivate the bomb before she left. Maya set a programming loop to keep trying to ping the data server. It would be enough to let her datapad notify her when it came back online, and then she could use the backdoor to carefully check the system again. Hopefully they wouldn't be waiting for her this time.

In the meantime, there was something else she wanted to do, so she headed back to the ship. She stopped by Darien to check on him again, and dropped off the blasters she'd found when collecting the droids. He'd need them when he was back in fighting shape. With that out of the way, she headed down to where their Death Watch prisoner was being held. Since he was out cold, she took the time to remove his helmet and armor, setting it down next to her in the ship just out the prisoners reach. Once that was out of the way, she made certain he was secure, then tied him down a little extra just to be safe. Best not to take any chances. Lastly, she injected him with a few stimpaks to speed up the process, then sat back back down on the bench with his armor to wait for him to wake up, idly watching the program on her datapad in the meantime for the system to come back online.

He comes around after a couple minutes, and seems fairly surprised to see a young woman sitting across from him (aside from his surprise at still being alive).

He groans and feels his wounds before retching and vomiting on the floor. Ugh, how many stims did you use?

" Five. " Maya said softly, looking him over. " Enough that it should've taken care of any problems you had for the time being. I apologize if it was excessive, but I didn't wait to see what kind of injuries you might've taken. And you were out cold. How are you feeling? Besides the obvious of course. "

2 hours ago, Tramp Graphics said:

"None of your business," she replies. "It's classified!"

Falmok shrugged, Suit yourself... he got up and headed back towards Darien's room to check on him..

He gives Maya a questioning glare, Who are you? Where am I?

Darien is sitting up in bed with his maintenance kit in his lap working on cleaning his pistols. He looks up as Falmok walks in, How'd it go, vod?

4 minutes ago, P-47 Thunderbolt said:

He gives Maya a questioning glare, Who are you? Where am I?

" You're on board a ship, landed at the ``base where you were taking your ship. I'm afraid the rest of your comrades left you behind on the transport, " she did her best to sound empathetic, ignoring his question of what her name was. She picked up his helmet and turned it over in her hands, sighing. " You know, it's said that in the days of the Neo-Crusaders, if a Mandalorian's helmet was removed by an opponent in battle, he lost the right to wear it. Forgive me, does the Death Watch have any such custom? You are Death Watch, are you not? "

As well as can be expected.. He says as he sits down in the seat opposite. He gestures towards the comm station, Our new friend in red is very secretive and it seems she has no idea where she is..

Well that's always a good sign. Darien said wryly, What do you know?

1 minute ago, P-47 Thunderbolt said:

Well that's always a good sign. Darien said wryly, What do you know?

It sounded like she called her clan to pick up our prisoners..

7 minutes ago, ShockHelix said:

Jate. I told them to. He narrows his eyes and looks you up and down. First, w ho. Are. You. I recognize your face...

4 minutes ago, RuusMarev said:

It sounded like she called her clan to pick up our prisoners..

As long as they don't have any bounties on 'em, I don't care what happens to them. Are you sure she's on our side? She couldn't be a plant?

Falmok paused.. then shrugged, I guess its possible she's with Death Watch.. I never saw her fight any of them... she seemed determined to kill the gunrunners though..

Well, she doesn't wear their colors, so I guess it's good enough for me. He grimaces at a dent in his pistol, How is... repurposing going? Found anything useful?