"Got your gizmos, yeah? Silent as a black hole, remember." Peeks around a gilded column, eyes scanning for security drones
Huh, sure. Yeah. Things. We got 'em. I glance over at a nearby table, then back at you, all very casual.
"Hey, buddy, how about we ditch this joint? I heard a sweet deal on some paza-frazzling in the next sector over."
You wanna hit up the frobock's on Duro after this?
"Yeah, sure. Sounds rad." Raises an eyebrow and nods towards a door marked "Employees Only." "Follow my lead, slick."
Just don't slip and fall like you always do, ya big bantha!
"Hey, watch it, Short Stuff!" Gives a playful shove to ChunkySly's shoulder and heads towards the door. "Besides, I've got my trusty boot-kable leg this time."
Well, if anyone asks, I'm just the janitor here to clean up the place. My alibi's rock-solid. Yours?
"My alibi's tighter than a bantha's hide! So, ready to slip into 'janitor' mode?" Grins and holds out a black jumpsuit.
Heck yeah! Takes the jumpsuit and begins putting it on inside-out. "This is gonna be easy. Piece of cake, really."
"Easy's not in our stars, Shorty." Nudges ChunkySly playfully. "But hey, we've got our tricks up our sleeves, right?"
Not much else we could use. Pulls off a glove to adjust the suit; the visible hand is chunky and pale. "Let's go hustle some spacemen!"
keep your head low, eyes peeled, and don't get too frobocked up!" Steps through the door, blending into the shadows of the corridor
Chuckles, zipping up the jumpsuit. "Frobocked, huh? New one. Guess we're dodging bantha fodder this time."
"Yeah, no time for bantha snacks, Shorty." Glances over to a security camera and pulls out a small device from their pocket. "Time to put our tech to work."
chuckles, holding up a blaster. "Don't see no cameras, but whatever. Let's make this heist epic!"
"No cameras, huh?" Raises an eyebrow. "Well, guess we'll just have to trust our instincts, then." Pulls out their own blaster and tucks it into their waistband. "Let's make those spacemen weep!"
Laughs, checking their own blaster. "Their loss, I guess. Ready to snag some loot?"
nods with a confident smirk. "Loot? Oh, we're gonna snag more than just loot, Shorty. We're gonna snag the whole shebang!" Takes out a holographic blueprint from their pocket and holds it up. "Check this out. The blueprints for the security system. Just what we need to pull off the heist of a lifetime."
Smiles, eyeing the blueprint. "Sweet sweet sweet mother of... holy crap! You stole that?"
"Not exactly'stole,' per se." Grins mischievously and winks. "Let's just say I 'borrowed' it from a certain someone who won't be needing it anymore."
Laughs, taking the blueprint from Zylo. "Heh, sounds like a plan. What's the next step?"
"Next step is getting inside." Pats their pockets and pulls out a small toolkit. "Time to put these tools to good use."
Chuckles, grabbing the toolkit. "Remember to keep quiet. Wouldn't want any noise to give us away."
Keep your head low, eyes peeled, and don't get too frobocked up!" Steps through the door, blending into the shadows of the corridor
With a grin, tucking the toolkit into their belt. "Quiet as a mouse, or loud as a Wookiee. Which is it?"
"Quiet as a mouse, Shorty. We gotta be slick about this." Moves stealthily towards the nearest airlock, scanning for guards
Grins, following close behind. "Then let's get to being those sneaky little mice!"
"Right, right. Sneaky mice, stealthy cats. You name it." Takes out a small device from their pocket and presses a button. "Time to activate our little buddy here."
Smiles, looking at the device. "Our little buddy, huh? This thing gonna blow up or something?"
"Nothin' so dramatic, Shorty. This little gadget's gonna give us some jamming coverage. No signals, no alarms, no problem." Takes out another small device and starts tinkering with it. "Now, while we're jamming their comms, we gotta crack the lock."
Chuckles, watching Zylo work. "Like a doctor with a stethoscope, eh? Except we're cracking safes instead of hearts."
"Yeah, except hearts are a heck of a lot easier to crack than safes." Laughs and finishes wiring the jamming device into the airlock controls. "Anyway, now for the tricky part. Time to pick this lock, Shorty."