"Unfortunately, as of now, you are no longer permitted to renege on this contract."

He makes a rude gesture over his shoulder and shoves towards the door.

"Elleira, dear-"

She gestures, and the merc flies up to impact on the ceiling. A spear of lightning strikes out, and the unfortunate fellow drops to the ground, a smoking hole in the middle of his chest.

There's a general shuffling away from the corpse.

HK-24 shifts slightly so that it is between Ira and Elleira, but doesn't brandish a weapon.

Ira doesn't move at all, apart from a faint smirk.

"Any other objections?" Zash asks with a saccharine smile. "No? Good." She summarizes the defenses, turrets, droids, entrance. "However, we have discovered that the facility is not entirely self-contained, as many assume. It subtly taps several other reactors in the sector in order to power the heavy turrets." The projector zooms out to show the neighborhood map with the power plants. "If they all go offline simultaneously, the turrets will be disabled. That is your task."

"Permanently or temporarily?" she asks thoughtfully.

"Either will do. Though note that these two are owned by Cartel subsidiaries."

"Hm," she nods.

Are they expected to work in teams to do this?

Teams of five to take out each reactor, and a separate group will infiltrate the facility.

Is it a volunteer basis, or does Lord Zash have the groups worked out?

They're assigned.

Ira's with one of the ones going after a Cartel reactor.

Fuck.

Okay, she can work with this. She straightens properly, and steps away from the wall, making a curt gesture to HK-24 to fall in behind her. "You said simultaneously, time for them going offline?"

The projector changes again, displaying the schedule for the evening. "You must create at least a two hour window."

She nods sharply. "Simple," she states. As though it being a Cartel plant she's going after, and the two hour window are the easiest things in the world.

She's busy planning, meanwhile, how to complete this, free herself of the group she's been shackled with, and make it into the main compound. She hasn't come this far to not find out what's in there.

Zash claps her hands. "Off with you, then. Do not fail me."

Ira snorts, because of course she isn't going to fail.

She glances around, assumes the other people attached to the same plant as her will follow an stalks out, HK-24 at her heels. She pauses outside, waiting for her temporary compatriots to join her.

Three identical Rodians in heavy armor. One with a pair of blasters, one with a heavy minigun, and one with a flamethrower.

She nods sharply to them, rests one hand on the vibrosword on her belt, let's her other arm hand hang loose beside her blaster.

"How much do you not want to piss off the Cartel?" she asks, because it'll tell her exactly what order her evening is going to go in.

Flamethrower shrugs. "We already have a deathmark with four Hutts."

Ira flashes a vicious grin (that manages the vicious much better than the actual grin). "I'm better at permanent than temporary anyway. Shall we?"

Minigun motions for her to lead the way.

And so she does, apparently unconcerned for having the three of them at her back - she has HK, and the Force will tell her if they intend to try anything.

Power plant?