[i] (([@Dervish] & [@Deartrickster] Collab))[/i]


[color=39b54a]"If you insist... Mufausta."[/color] Tonka grumbled, setting down one of the crates of tracker chip impregnated rifles in a neat row with the other arms and armour. Brushing his hands off of the dust and wood particles from the crate (seriously, what self-respecting organization didn't pack their shit in water sealed composite containers these days?),  the krogan turned to the turian, looking down at her arm. 

[color=39b54a]"You might want to consider long sleeves. If this all goes ass up like a thresher maw, you're one of the ones with a very defining visual trait that everyone's going to notice."[/color] 'Kiv' pointed out, gazing out at the camp. If it weren't for all the heavy armament, tough looking men and women with scars and one-thousand-yard stares, and numerous surveillance equipment about the perimeter, it would have been very reminiscent of a local flea market.

Actually, it looked exactly like a local flea market. 

[color=39b54a]"My advice is to just look, get people familiar with seeing us, and then do the sneaky sabotage shit when we figure out a plan of attack. We have time, no need to shit buckets and risk blowing our cover. We're kind of outgunned."[/color] The krogan mused, carrying his Revenant one-handed. 

"[color=007236]I had no intention of rushing this. But...Fair point about the arm.[/color]" Dex rolled down the sleeve on her jacket stuffing her fists deeply into her pockets. "[color=007236]While Tenrom is off making new friends we've got our own shit to do.[/color]"

Beckoning Kiv she lead the way through past stalls and make shift tables of crates showcasing weapons, ammunition and tech. Looking as if she was browsing the wares when really she was looking for telltale signs of network boxes. The wires she was looking for were more than likely buried for security and convenience. However stalls that had hardware set up like a kiosk would the place to start. Wondering over to an ammunition dealer, a shop front being tended by a lone asari. Scars lined her lips and she was missing a few pieces in her head crest. Looked busy enough to barely acknowledge the turian. 

Dex eyed the kiosk not allowing her stare to linger, "[color=007236]Hey, what have you got in stock?[/color]"

The asari spoke like she had spent most of her maiden years chain smoking, "Some warp ammo and inferno. Nothin' special."

"[color=007236]I'll take a look.[/color]" She replied stepping up to the terminal. Browsing through the inventory casually, noticing the wires leading behind it around a corner. 

Closing down the kiosk shrugging, "[color=007236]Your prices are shit, trying to rob us?[/color]"

The asari paused for a second glaring at Dex then broke into a chuckle, "Ha! Fuck off, my ammunition is the best you'll find in this market."

[color=39b54a]"Damn right it's nothing special. This is basic mods, I could find the same wares from a dozen other crews on this rock for a quarter of the price. What else you got?"[/color] Tonka replied pointedly, not having to put on an act. It basically was highway robbery. There wasn't much in the way of security consoles or any sort of wiring here; it was pretty much a lemonade stand. 

The asari scoffed minimzing her omnitool, "Hold on to your fuckin' quad, I've got some ammo I promised this asshole from Sur'kesh, but he hasn't come back 'round. Give me second." The asari turned her back rummaging in some crates. 

Dex took the opportunity to access the kiosk on her omnitool planting a very small bug. The security was minimal on the terminal a firewall and password. Dex broke through with ease in a few seconds the bug was planted while the asari still going on about how great her stash of ammo was none the wiser.

Slamming a box of explosive ammo on the table/crate with a single look it was just about as average as the rest of her stock.

Giving the asari a look of undisguised contempt, "[color=007236]Good luck selling this shit. Let's go, Kiv. We're wasting our time.[/color]" Dex said walking on.

Tonka raised a hand to stop his companion. [color=39b54a]"Tell you what. One hundred for the explosive rounds and I'll spread the word that your gear is uncommonly high quality."[/color] the krogan pressed, staring hard at the asari. 

"Two hundred and I'll throw in the warp for fifty percent off." The asari said placing the warp ammo on the table beside the explosive. "Deal?"

Not even glancing at Dex, Tonka nodded once. Pulling out a handful of credit chits, Tonka slapped them down on the table, pulling the mods off the table when the vendor inspected the currency. [color=39b54a]"Thanks."[/color] he said, turning to walk off, he handed the warp ammo off to Dex. 

[color=39b54a]"Ever shoot a pyjak with explosive rounds before?"[/color] he asked chuckling as they continued their way through the stalls. 

She threw the ammo into her pack not giving it much of a second look. "[color=007236]Nah, probably doesn't take much to imagine what happens.[/color]" She drawled.

Tonka didn't elaborate further, only emitting a low, [color=39b54a][I]heh heh heeeh.[/I][/color] with an unnerving grin. The two continued on, getting a lay of the land. One guy was even selling model ships, leather belts, and other completely out of place junk for an arms meet. Another man, a salarian, was demonstrating the shields he was selling by having his assistants actually shoot him with a number of arms. The pitch worked; more than a few people were milling around, some even waving down the proprietors. Coming up to another stall, this one selling remote drones, Tonka stopped to have a look. 

[color=39b54a]"What's the deal here?"[/color] he asked.

"Small omni-tool controlled drones, some military, some repurposed civilian. Mostly for recon purposes, others can be fit with small weapons, like this one with a conceal-carry pistol." The turian said, eyes locked mainly on Dex. Tonka rolled his eyes. What was with everyone and wanting to fuck her brains out lately? 

[color=39b54a]"Okay, so anything that's an omni-tool program, or will I be out a few hundred credits if some pyjak gets a lucky shot off?"[/color]

"Well..." The shopkeep said.

[color=39b54a]"Try harder. I have a list of fuckheads that would pay a pretty credit or several thousand to have my crest mounted to their wall. I want assurances."[/color] Tonka demanded, looking to Dex. [color=39b54a]"You see anything interesting?"[/color] he said, implying security bypasses she could exploit. 

Noticing the shopkeeper's apparent interest her eyes tracked down then up seemingly checking out the shopkeep but catching sight of networking router hooked up to the drone. "[color=007236]I certainly do.[/color]" She said flirtatiously smiling at the shopkeep, picking up what Tonka was implying. 

"[color=007236]Kiv, your ass will need more than a couple small drones to cover.[/color]" Dex commented not breaking eye contact with the shopkeep,  "[color=007236]Can I test it?[/color]"

Following where Dex was gesturing to, the vendor pulled a beater-omnitool from a box, sliding it and the drone over. "Knock yourself out, just don't fly too high or outside of the camp, because the automated defenses will absolutely kill my gear and that's out of your pocket, and don't buzz anyone, I'd rather not have goons come to visit." he said, his face wrenched into one of those goofy smiles that made turians look like they all had mental conditions. Tonka decided to watch the salarian getting blasted with a shotgun for a while longer, instead. 

"[color=007236]You got it.[/color]" She winked taking a seat on the edge of the table taking the drone for a quick spin around the line of stalls. Catching glimpses through the view finder of several more stalls with various weak-looking access points much like the kiosk the asari had. She was looking for something more hardlined, substaintial. Then as the drone looped back around she was meaning to end her little test drive when she spotted some engineers heading toward a small building at the base of one guard towers. A guard was stationed at the door checking for identification when they were satisfied the engineers entered the building. 

[color=007236][i]That looks like our ticket.[/i][/color]

The drone returned and Dex handed the omnitool back to the shopkeep. "[color=007236]Thank you, it's got a decent picture and the controls are responsive. What was your name, handsome?[/color]"

"It's, uh, Parvius." he replied, shifting uncomfortably. "So, does that suit your needs, miss...?"

Dex straightened her shoulders stuffing her hands back into her pockets noting his uncomfortable shift, he probably wasn't expecting her to flirt. "[color=007236]It's a handy bit of tech but not for me, Parvius.[/color]" Pulling away to rejoin Tonka she paused for effect quickly scribbling a phony number down then slipping it inside Parvius' collar. Dex was enjoying the game immensely.

"[color=007236]Instead of a drone we could do drinks?[/color]"

Parvius  suppressed a choked cough, clearly not expecting this turn of events. "Uh, yeah, that would be great... what's your name?" he asked, head spinning. Tonka snorted, carrying on away from the turians. 

"[color=007236]Fausta. I'm not a light drinker but I do expect you to keep up. Don't disappoint me.[/color]" Dex winked then shortly caught up to Tonka leaving behind Parvius.

"[color=007236]I forgot how fun these things were.[/color]" Dex laughed. "[color=007236]Take a right up at the next stall here.[/color]" 

Dex was meaning to loop back around to wonder by guard tower to take a good look with her own eyes. "[color=007236]I think I found our way in.[/color]" She whispered.

[color=39b54a]"I hope you're talking about the grid and not that pyjak's pants."[/color] Tonka replied dryly. [color=39b54a]"What do you got?"[/color]

"[color=007236]Of course I'm talking about the grid. Engineers ID'd at the little shack of building at the base of the guard tower. Toting some tools. Let's check it out.[/color]" 

They wondered past, Dex saw the same engineers reappear from the building then quickly noted, "[color=007236]Be right back.[/color]" Hurrying her step then accidently crashing into the salarian engineer.

"[color=007236]Why don't you fuckin' watch where you're going![/color]" She snapped her hand pulling out the lanyard with the ID, tucking it behind her back into her waist band.

The engineer snapped back, "You ran into me!"

"[color=007236]Keep walking, asshole.[/color]" She snarled towering over the shorter salarian.

About to retort he sucked back what he was about to say then carried on with a scoff.

[color=39b54a]"Shame, I was hoping to punch somebody. He's going to notice that his badge is missing pretty soon."[/color] Tonka observed, watching the salarian saunter off with a huff.

"[color=007236]That's fine we just need to make a copy and ditch the original. Unless you're suddenly feeling like you can pull off Salarian.[/color]" Dex replied pulling off to a shady spot behind a stall away from the eyes of the guard tower.

"[color=007236]Shut up and smile.[/color]" She pointed the camera on her omnitool at Tonka snapping a quick image. 

She scanned the ID card then ran a quick program generating numbers for the barcode, replacing the salarian's face with her own and Tonka's. Filtering out the backgrounds for a basic white. Within a couple minutes of messing around on her omnitool she was printing two official site ids.

"[color=007236]There we go. Easy.[/color]" She said handing over the crisp plastic. 

The krogan turned it over in his hands, grunting appreciatively. It was impossible to tell from the original, quality wise. [color=39b54a]"It kind of scares me you do that kind of shit so effortlessly. What else are you hiding on that omni-tool?"[/color] he said, slipping the card in a storage compartment on his armour. [color=39b54a]"You said you saw where the engineers were heading?"[/color]

"[color=007236]Outdoor and low level access ID's are really easy to fake. The higher you go the more work you have to do.[/color]" Dex said tossing the original in a roaming trashcan, the flap of the can swished satisfyingly. "[color=007236]We're going to be heading into the building they just came out of.[/color]" Throwing a thumb in its general direction.

[color=39b54a]"Joy."[/color] Tonka replied simply, walking off towards the indicated structure, Dex tagging along. When he arrived to the building, he was surprised to see the conspicuous lack of any keypad or access port. It was just a door with a simple holopad. Trying his luck, Tonka pressed his palm to the holographic green interface and was even more surprised when the door slid open with a satisfying woosh. The sudden sound of rushing water greeted them... and the smell.

It was immediately clear this was not a secured data center or monitoring facility. They'd found the latrine. 

[color=39b54a]"So, that answers one of life's great mysteries. Salarians go to the washroom in groups. Think they hold each other's units or what?"[/color] He asked evenly. It was hard to tell if he was joking or not. 

The turian pulled a face at the smell, disgust humming through her sub vocals. "[color=007236]Damn it. I was sure I saw a guard checking their ID's.[/color]" Dex said folding her arms. "[color=007236]If we're quick we can probably follow them.[/color]" 

Pushing on the way they came in Dex scanned around the area walking in the direction the salarian engineers looking for any sign of them. 

It didn't take long to catch sight of the trio; they weren't exactly in a hurry. Maintaining a discreet distance, Tonka and Dex pursued the engineers and watched as they entered a medium-sized prefabricated building with obvious sentry turrets and guards patrolling the ground; it wouldn't be a simple matter of waltzing in like they belonged.

"[color=007236]The bathroom was easier to enter...[/color]" Dex held up the ID, "[color=007236]These won't hold up for shit against legit security. We'll keep them, they might come in handy if we need a distraction.[/color]"

Looking to Tonka she gave the Krogan a cocky smile, "[color=007236]Then again... I don't plan on getting caught.[/color]"

[color=39b54a]"Uh-huh. No one ever does. And then they do."[/color] The krogan replied bluntly. [color=39b54a]"Probably best if we make a plan and wait until darkness. Even tactical cloaks are visible to some degree in daylight."[/color]

"[color=007236]We'll see how Tenrom, Idethe, and Zela’Yaerah are going with their sales pitch. Probably better than the fucking bathroom.[/color]" Dex agreed. 

[b]Meanwhile...[/b]

Jean Volegnar sat in the latrine enjoying her precious few minutes to take a dump. The stress in the past few weeks had been surmounting, defending the smuggler's camp against local raids. She took her breaks where she could gratefully. She heard the Salarians she checked IDs for leave. In truth she had seen their faces before but the Captain was cracking down on doing the ID checks and wouldn't be impressed by her low count.

Messing around on her omnitool she looked up when she heard another pair of feet enter, when they spoke their voices distinctly turian and krogan. Their conversation was highly suspicious, why would strangers be interested in following salarians to the bathroom?

The curious pair left as quick as they came, Jean waited a beat before quickly fumbling with her pants. She followed them as discreetly as they had been following the engineers. Taking cover behind a wall Jean peeked out from the side to observe them. They were eyeing up the communications center, too far away to hear their conversation. Their apparent interest set the young guard on edge.