It's Not Really Mission Impossible

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Who: L, Nihlus, Rinzler, Texas, Nova, Raeka and Yori!
When: After everyone gets their stuff back so uh, late-ish?
Where: The network tower!
What: Breaking in an causing havoc! Window washer uniforms??
Warnings: Some violence probably!

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Team Best at Backflipping (well, team 1/3 best at backflipping anyways)

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Nihlus watches the spider-like cleaning drones as they went through their motions, zigzagging cross the windows around them in an ever-widening circle. A few more tweaks to the controls and they're set to clean continuously for the next couple of hours. If anyone looks up, they won't see anything too out of place.

This high up and the winds blow away the wisps from Rinzler's blades cutting through the wall. Nothing out of place at all.

"You know, that hat looks really flattering on you," he offers conversationally, carefully guiding the smoking piece of wall onto their , uh, 'borrowed' cleaning cab with Raeka's help.

I want to see a turian backflip

[salarianpathfinder]

The hat probably isn't flattering at all. It probably fits her weird salarian head super awkwardly. Clearly whoever designed these hats didn't have people with horns in mind.

Raeka briefly looks up from her task, fixing Nihlus with the flattest look pretty much ever.

"There will be plenty of time for jokes later, Nihlus. We need to stay focused."

Motion seconded. :|b

[notglitching]

What did this conversation need? Definitely some dubious headtilts. The humming of paired disks rises and falls as weapons merge, and One (1) Scowling Janitor Face protrudes sideways through the gap. It's an odd contrast to the ticking rumble of code mismatch.

Not that the dark mask and glowing lights that appear as Rinzler detaches the holo projector are much more normal by most standards.

"No cameras," he reports, tossing the device toward Nihlus.

Translation: so hurry up.

I'm Nihlus Kryik and Welcome to Jackass

[beautifulspaceraptor]

"You're both terrible at mission banter," Nihlus informs them with an overly dramatic sigh as he catches the holo-collar and shoves it into a pocket. Flicking his own awkwardly fitted hat off, the Spectre then vaults over the platform's guard rail and into the building.

"Any other security?" he asks Rinzler, reaching out to help Raeka into the hole.

[salarianpathfinder]

Raeka rolls her eyes just a bit, but accepts Nihlus's assistance into the building. She activates her omni-tool and does a little scanning once she's in, glancing up at Rinzler and awaiting his reply to Nihlus. Nothing was coming up on her scans, but this guy was sure to have a better idea of what security looked like.

[notglitching]

Excuse you, Rinzler's banter is very mission-focused. He ducks his helmet in a nod.

"Access points monitored. Cameras in primary corridors, radial pattern from central column. Security units in force on lower levels; pattern unobserved on upper floors. Immediate proximity clear."

Ensuring access first, scouting for more threats after. Not as fun a priority list, but Rinzler does know how to share.

The black helmet tips sideways, adding one more point to the data dump.

"Unknown sensors on exterior windows."