Chapter 7: "Alright Computer Girl, try this-"
Hardly the group's ranking officer or even one of the oldest Wraiths, Nicola Afyon was in charge of the mission. Face had originally offered command to Kell, since he was a former commando and he had the most at stake here. But Kell had refused it, saying the only reason he had been one of Page's Commandos, was because he had enjoyed blowing things up. So Face had then reluctantly turned to Nicola, who would've normally been his first choice except for that fact that she was pregnant. Actually, Adra had been his next choice after Kell but she had refused and "ordered" Face to give command to Nicola.
So here they were, in the middle of an Imperial stronghold, Cloud City, on what was damn well near to a suicide mission to rescue Tyria Tainer.
Red Group, Nicola, Adra, and Kell, silently slipped into one of the control rooms. For someone so big, Kell could actually move rather quietly. Coolly, Nicola pulled out a blaster and fired, killing on of the six Imperials present. The other five whirled around, shocked. Ten seconds later, it was all over and Kell was dragging the six dead Imperials into the maintenance closet, grumbling about how he had to do all the grunt work. Adra shot him "the look" and he shut his mouth quickly.
Pulling out her comlink, Nicola flipped it on. "Red group in position. Blue and Green, report." She waited for about four standard seconds before the comlink crackled and Face's voice came out.
"Blue group's in position, Red." Face, Bror, and Asyr had taken over the comcenter about 10 klicks away from them. Right now, Asyr was probably doing the same thing as Adra, working with the Imp. Computers though Adra was probably getting twice as far.
Nicola waited another three standard seconds before bringing the comlink back up towards her mouth and said, "Green, report status."
IGive us a sec, Fighter Girl/I Gaeriel's voice came through the Force to her. I All right, Jedi Girl says to report success for Green Group. Jade and Van would say hi, but they're a bit busy right now./I
Nicola grinned slightly. Vana was probably trying to get all the scientific information from the Imperials as possible and Jade was most likely downloading their starfield maps and such.
Leaning back in her chair, Nicola reached a hand up to run her fingers through her hair but then stopped and put it back down. She had almost forgotten that before the mission's start, she had cut it short and dyed it black. If she had been in an Imperial uniform, she would've fit right in with the other young officers. Infact, some would probably recognize her as "Inyri Larse."
Nicola shook her head to clear the thoughts. Evidently, she was getting bored. Stealing a vibroblade from Kell, she sharpened it, keeping herself from boredom. The others were probably feeling the same was as they waited for Adra, Asyr, Jade, and Vana to finish their work with the Imperial system.
Slamming her fist down on the table, Adra filled the air with curses.
"What's the matter, Adra?" Nicola asked.
"In short, I can't get into this one program and it's a program we really need," Adra replied.
"Didn't you hack into everything before?"
"Everything except for this cell block code program,"
Nicola's expression grew distant as she tried to remember, it had been so long ago....
"All right Computer Girl, try this- G9WHQ7A361576AJE2223344DI7724," Nicola said, rattling off the thirty-digit code. Frowning slightly, Adra typed in the command code. Moments later, a grin came across her features as the files opened up before her.
"How the Sith did you know that, Nicola?" Adra asked. Nicola shrugged slightly as slightly unpleasant memories came back to her.
"My Targeter days. I had to break five Rebels out from Bastion," Kell's eyes widened. Bastion had once been Imperial headquarters for awhile and had top level security. Not exactly an easy place for jail breaking.
"That was you?" Adra looked stunned. "That was almost three years ago! You must've been-"
"Sixteen, going on seventeen," Nicola said absently, her mind on another conversation. "Blue group's in place and Gaeriel's outside. Let's go."
Taking back his vibroblade, Kell stood up and opened the door. Gaeriel gave him a slight smile and stepped in and moved to sit in the command chair. Though she didn't show it on her politically trained face, Nicola could still sense the older woman's disappointment at being slotted for command center duty. But quite frankly, that was where "Politics Girl" could serve best so tough luck for her. Vana Sage had been equally annoyed at being sent for "desk duty." But after Nicola had threatened to sit them down for one-on-one tactical meetings with Wes Janson, both women's protests had been abruptly silenced.
Double checking the power setting and energy levels on her blasters, Nicola nodded to Kell and Adra.
"May the Force be with you," Gaeriel said softly. The Wraiths grinned slightly and moved out.
Nicola pulled out her comlink. "This is Wraith Eight. Red Group is approaching, no neg that, Red Group is at "launch point." From now on, no comlinks, no lightsabers unless we have o, and only limited Force talk, got it?"
Grinning slightly as Blue and Green confirmed hearing, she flipped the comlink off and shoved it into her black flightsuit pocket. She and Adra both placed their lightsabers in their boots.
Kell pulled a small red laser light out of his pocket. As Adra and Nicola went behind him, he blinked it twice at a far corner. About a standard second later, a green one blinked back, and almost 30 seconds later, a blue one blinked as well.
Silently, Nicola laughed. That would be Face with the blue laser. He'd probably "lost" it to annoy Asyr and Bror. All three groups moved quickly, finally meeting at a point about 40 minutes away from where Tyria was being held. Nicola quickly scanned Green Group to double check that Vana hadn't gone against orders and come along. Good, she hadn't.
Jade came over towards her, her normally a flaming red hair a darker brown. All of the lighter haired Wraiths had died their hair to make concealment easier.
"How long can you keep up the Force shield?" Nicola asked her. Jade was extremely gifted in Force illusions. She could "shield" the Wraiths from the Imperials.
Jade considered it for a few moments. "An hour, maybe 15 minutes more."
"Could you keep it up for longer if you were in a trance?" Nicola queried.
"Two hours. That's all I can guarantee," Jade replied curtly. Nicola thought for a few seconds.
"I'll have Thracia and Bror switch off levitating you. We'll need all the time we can get," Jade nodded and Nicola went to talk with her husband and Thracia.
(Author's Note: Yes, it's a bit boring. But I had to cut a chapter in half and this seemed to be good place to cut it in half. Chapter 8 will be much more exciting! I promise!)
Hardly the group's ranking officer or even one of the oldest Wraiths, Nicola Afyon was in charge of the mission. Face had originally offered command to Kell, since he was a former commando and he had the most at stake here. But Kell had refused it, saying the only reason he had been one of Page's Commandos, was because he had enjoyed blowing things up. So Face had then reluctantly turned to Nicola, who would've normally been his first choice except for that fact that she was pregnant. Actually, Adra had been his next choice after Kell but she had refused and "ordered" Face to give command to Nicola.
So here they were, in the middle of an Imperial stronghold, Cloud City, on what was damn well near to a suicide mission to rescue Tyria Tainer.
Red Group, Nicola, Adra, and Kell, silently slipped into one of the control rooms. For someone so big, Kell could actually move rather quietly. Coolly, Nicola pulled out a blaster and fired, killing on of the six Imperials present. The other five whirled around, shocked. Ten seconds later, it was all over and Kell was dragging the six dead Imperials into the maintenance closet, grumbling about how he had to do all the grunt work. Adra shot him "the look" and he shut his mouth quickly.
Pulling out her comlink, Nicola flipped it on. "Red group in position. Blue and Green, report." She waited for about four standard seconds before the comlink crackled and Face's voice came out.
"Blue group's in position, Red." Face, Bror, and Asyr had taken over the comcenter about 10 klicks away from them. Right now, Asyr was probably doing the same thing as Adra, working with the Imp. Computers though Adra was probably getting twice as far.
Nicola waited another three standard seconds before bringing the comlink back up towards her mouth and said, "Green, report status."
IGive us a sec, Fighter Girl/I Gaeriel's voice came through the Force to her. I All right, Jedi Girl says to report success for Green Group. Jade and Van would say hi, but they're a bit busy right now./I
Nicola grinned slightly. Vana was probably trying to get all the scientific information from the Imperials as possible and Jade was most likely downloading their starfield maps and such.
Leaning back in her chair, Nicola reached a hand up to run her fingers through her hair but then stopped and put it back down. She had almost forgotten that before the mission's start, she had cut it short and dyed it black. If she had been in an Imperial uniform, she would've fit right in with the other young officers. Infact, some would probably recognize her as "Inyri Larse."
Nicola shook her head to clear the thoughts. Evidently, she was getting bored. Stealing a vibroblade from Kell, she sharpened it, keeping herself from boredom. The others were probably feeling the same was as they waited for Adra, Asyr, Jade, and Vana to finish their work with the Imperial system.
Slamming her fist down on the table, Adra filled the air with curses.
"What's the matter, Adra?" Nicola asked.
"In short, I can't get into this one program and it's a program we really need," Adra replied.
"Didn't you hack into everything before?"
"Everything except for this cell block code program,"
Nicola's expression grew distant as she tried to remember, it had been so long ago....
"All right Computer Girl, try this- G9WHQ7A361576AJE2223344DI7724," Nicola said, rattling off the thirty-digit code. Frowning slightly, Adra typed in the command code. Moments later, a grin came across her features as the files opened up before her.
"How the Sith did you know that, Nicola?" Adra asked. Nicola shrugged slightly as slightly unpleasant memories came back to her.
"My Targeter days. I had to break five Rebels out from Bastion," Kell's eyes widened. Bastion had once been Imperial headquarters for awhile and had top level security. Not exactly an easy place for jail breaking.
"That was you?" Adra looked stunned. "That was almost three years ago! You must've been-"
"Sixteen, going on seventeen," Nicola said absently, her mind on another conversation. "Blue group's in place and Gaeriel's outside. Let's go."
Taking back his vibroblade, Kell stood up and opened the door. Gaeriel gave him a slight smile and stepped in and moved to sit in the command chair. Though she didn't show it on her politically trained face, Nicola could still sense the older woman's disappointment at being slotted for command center duty. But quite frankly, that was where "Politics Girl" could serve best so tough luck for her. Vana Sage had been equally annoyed at being sent for "desk duty." But after Nicola had threatened to sit them down for one-on-one tactical meetings with Wes Janson, both women's protests had been abruptly silenced.
Double checking the power setting and energy levels on her blasters, Nicola nodded to Kell and Adra.
"May the Force be with you," Gaeriel said softly. The Wraiths grinned slightly and moved out.
Nicola pulled out her comlink. "This is Wraith Eight. Red Group is approaching, no neg that, Red Group is at "launch point." From now on, no comlinks, no lightsabers unless we have o, and only limited Force talk, got it?"
Grinning slightly as Blue and Green confirmed hearing, she flipped the comlink off and shoved it into her black flightsuit pocket. She and Adra both placed their lightsabers in their boots.
Kell pulled a small red laser light out of his pocket. As Adra and Nicola went behind him, he blinked it twice at a far corner. About a standard second later, a green one blinked back, and almost 30 seconds later, a blue one blinked as well.
Silently, Nicola laughed. That would be Face with the blue laser. He'd probably "lost" it to annoy Asyr and Bror. All three groups moved quickly, finally meeting at a point about 40 minutes away from where Tyria was being held. Nicola quickly scanned Green Group to double check that Vana hadn't gone against orders and come along. Good, she hadn't.
Jade came over towards her, her normally a flaming red hair a darker brown. All of the lighter haired Wraiths had died their hair to make concealment easier.
"How long can you keep up the Force shield?" Nicola asked her. Jade was extremely gifted in Force illusions. She could "shield" the Wraiths from the Imperials.
Jade considered it for a few moments. "An hour, maybe 15 minutes more."
"Could you keep it up for longer if you were in a trance?" Nicola queried.
"Two hours. That's all I can guarantee," Jade replied curtly. Nicola thought for a few seconds.
"I'll have Thracia and Bror switch off levitating you. We'll need all the time we can get," Jade nodded and Nicola went to talk with her husband and Thracia.
(Author's Note: Yes, it's a bit boring. But I had to cut a chapter in half and this seemed to be good place to cut it in half. Chapter 8 will be much more exciting! I promise!)