[h1][center]Glasgow away team one - Jedi Temple[/center][/h1]

The two operatives moved ahead of the crew of the other ship, quietly, and discreetly dealing with whatever clones were still in the area. Moving the bodies into the shadowy nooks, and corners of the temple then taking it in while they waited for the other teams to catch up. "They certainly didn't try to clean it up, after they shot this place up." Sarah said, to the others as she walked down some steps where a pillar had crumbled onto them, it provided decent cover for Imura to quickly scan with the scope on his weapon. Satasified that he found the archive, he gave a subtle hand signal to the other operative, then nodded to the others. "Looks like the archieve is dead ahead, we'll move up." Imura whispered, before heading to the entrance. He wasn't prepared for what he saw next, a woman in dark clothes stood before them, turning to the sound of footsteps she ignited something in her hand, the crimson red blade of this weapon hummed with energy, and she charged at Imura, her shout seemed to rile up the troopers with her, who turned to face the group, and start firing. 

"Contact, contact!" Wilkes shouted over the din, Imura barely managed to get his omni-blade up in time to stop the energy blade, which seemed to surprise the robed woman, but she didn't stay surprised long. An unseen force pushed Imura across the room, his armor sending up a spray of sparks as he skidded across the ground. Wilkes managed to send a blast of biotic energy toward the clones, before providing a little cover fire so Imura could crawl into cover, but she could only do so much before she found herself suppressed as well, she'd have to wait for the others to free her up. 

[h1][center]Glasgow away team 2- Bank[/center][/h1]

The team had managed to siphon away a fair share of credits, when their other team radioed them. Sergeant Chris Decker answered them, he had his doubts about these strangers but they had all been pushed away when they had come together on the ship, and when they had first met. "Things seem clear up here no trouble yet." His teammate gave a thumbs up, but something didn't feel right this had all been to easy, so he looked around the room. The bankers seemed to be speaking in hushed tones. The doors opened, and in walked a couple of clones with red markings on their armor. "I think we've been had, get ready to move." He said quietly into his radio, and got up the clones stopped him, and his squad mate at the bench they sat on. "Stop right there!" One said as they intercepted them.
"We've been notified that a device in this area has been accessing restricted banking records, and accounts. Let me see your device."
"Sure thing."
Chris handed over his datapad, and gave the signal to his squad mate, he knew as soon as they accessed the datapad that had been used. They'd find out they were the crew responsible for siphoning those credits. They were lucky though they had no name, and no identity in this universe, or anywhere in this galaxy so they were more than free to go loud. So that's exactly what they did. 

Chris materialized an omni-blade which he used to quickly slash at the neck area of the clones armor, his comrade used his concealed carnifex pistol to blast a hole through the other one. The mass accelerated round tearing a large hole through the clones armor, and leaving a nasty exit wound. Even though the round was the size of a grain of sand, the speed at which it moved was more than enough to kill anyone in their armor. "We're leaving, chart a course for the nearest place we can steal a ride, and lets go!" Chris shouted over the radio, the screaming of the civilians in the area just started, and he had no doubt that backup was on the way.