Plan B - A Risk Worth Taking

[Silver]

Ramera de Hierro, Santa Muerte's personal transport, an Imperator, flew through the space of Omicron Gamma. Inside, several Los Trece and Santa Muerte herself was destined for a visit to Tripoli. Since her rise as a Corsair saint, Santa Muerte was seen almost everywhere within Corsair strongholds and dominated space. From a simple nod to a blessing or even to push the men forward into hell, her presence was something that the Corsair people now saw as a token of good luck and better fortune to the Empire.

Inside, she was talking to a technician.

"Now, the plan is simple, bub." She said looking at the man in front of her.
One of Los Trece was applying make up to him as they spoke, making him twitch every single second.
"You are one lowly technician, that was taught how the new computadores work and shiz. I think you can extrapolate and wing it if it ever comes to that. You'll go in with another three, a batch i picked up from Freeport One, to help on renewing the security in Tripoli. You'll be placed in the main server room. All you need to do is to work, and get those plans.. Simple ye?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop