Retrieving the Goods[team one]

[Haven Tam]

This first part is to explain this teams mission & who is involved. The first team is going to go in through a back door after the two guards are put to sleep with a drug bought on the black market(they do not want to kill anyone if they have to). Their job is to retrieve the goods which are in a locked box. When they get to the area where it is being stored they will encounter three more guards. It is up to the players if they get wounded then drugged or just drugged. Eventually one drugged guard will wake up & then it is also up to the players how they deal with that.

Since there are so few characters in this thread-including one NPC-there is no reason at all for a posting order. At some point I(Malcolm) will make a note at the end of the post asking if it's alright to bring the guard who ambushes them in.

This first team is a small group. It consists of:

[Captain Malcolm Reynolds]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Malcolm was driving the mule that was carrying him, Zoe, Sebastian and Dave. Two of which were good buddies and the other he was still unsure of. Most everyone else was in the other mule from Sebastian’s ship but it didn’t fit everyone. Two were riding together on an ATV which wasn’t as fast but they weren’t part of grabbing the boxes. They had no idea what was in them but Malcolm knew it couldn’t be good. The group was taking from an Alliance post where the goods were being stored until the morning train came. As long as they weren’t medicine that people needed like the job from Niska many years prior, he had no problem stealing from the purple bellies. It actually tickled him a bit.

Approaching the drop point, Malcolm began to slow his pace. There were no lights on the transportation anymore but the spotlights from the outpost glowed enough. It was a small post, only about twenty guards as it was an ident secure area. The four of them just had to take care of the guards out back and grab a card to get in. They’d take care of about a third of the guards so the rest of the crews had to take care of the rest. Finding an open area hidden by some trees and high bushes, Malcolm rested the mule down. It was about thirty feet from the building. The four of them had to get the goods to the back door. Then once the other guards were subdued by drugs, knocked out with blows to the head or taken care of in whatever other ways, the rest of the crew would help with the boxes. There’d be four in all. They’d be hauled into the mule that the captain’s and first mate’s occupied so they could go right to meet Jun and Fox. Help get rid of them quicker while everyone else prepared the ships to go once they had gotten rid of the boxes.

Winding his hands together, he jumped out of the yellow beast. Feet on the ground, he peeked through a clear spot. About ten or eleven of the guards were outside currently. The rest were probably surrounding whatever items needed to be guarded. Clenching his jaw, he looked back over the group. Speaking to the ones who would serve as protection, they went off on their own. He turned back to the two men and one woman. ”So everyone know what’s going to happen here? The others will move in after we take care of the back group.”

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[Sebastian Gates]

Bastian fought the urge to twitch as he sat next to his first mate in the back of the mule. He wasn’t too keen on being a passenger, having no control over their destination, not like this was just a joy ride or anything. He had only just met Captain Reynolds, and that didn’t bode well for the whole trust issue. A job this big, and sketchy, made Bastian on edge. He wanted to be with his own crew, making sure that nothing happened. He had only just managed to get them together, and now he risked losing them all in some turn of events. Resting his hand on his pistol, Bastian forced himself to calm down. Mal wasn’t known for leaving a body count, and Dave trusted him. Now it was just a matter of swallowing his pride and letting this heist happen. He just needed to think of the payment.

As the mule came to a rest in a small clearing, Bastian pulled out his pistol and double checked that it was fully loaded and ready to go, in the off chance that he’d need a little extra protection. He jumped off the mule and tucked the pistol back into his holster, walking over to where Mal stood. Getting a good look for himself, Bastian nodded. “For the price on this cargo, I was expecting more guards,” he noted, stepping back. It wasn’t like the Alliance to leave anything worth value poorly guarded, but he wasn’t about to argue. One man’s trash…

Bastian straightened his jacket and took a look around the little clearing. The compound was small enough. If the plan went through without a hitch, they’d be back on their respective boats in time for dinner. Normally, he wouldn’t have taken a job like this. He prided himself on keeping his nose as clean as possible these days, but there something about this job he just couldn’t pass up. In his gut, he knew this was the beginning of something bigger, something worse, but he couldn’t refuse. Now, he could only hope that it was as simple as it sounded.

[Captain Malcolm Reynolds]

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Malcolm had to agree with Sebastian there. But the looks on the outside weren’t always that reliable. Sometimes there were many hiding away, hunched over tables chatting and playing cards. The feds probably doubted that many people would know about this. It took a skilled hacker to get into the records and trace what was needed. This place was set back, out of the way. But if there were really this few guards around, then this should be an easy event. Then again, why was the payout so high for something that seemed like a piece of cake? Malcolm stitched his brows together in thought as Zoe came up beside him. ”Well you know we should still expect a surprise or two. As long as Jayne doesn’t go crazy with grenades we should be all good.” Even with Wash’s death Malcolm saw a bit of his old friend and comrade in Zoe. That was good because he couldn’t have her emotions in the way if she was feeling down about things.

Crouching down, he planned out the path they would take before straighting back up. ”Well I saw we just go in prepared and wing it. It’s the best way to do it I saw. More fun.” Malcolm grinned before he motioned himself towards the back entrance that probably half the guards didn’t know about. It was smart, really. If they thought that the others went through the front and that was that. But there was nothing but a wall through a false door. About the only smart thing the feds did. ”Everyone else is in position. I think we should get this party going.’ Malcolm was getting a bit too old for this but he wasn’t ready to retire Serenity or turn her over to the youngsters just yet.

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