Well, that's quite interesting to see - though she hasn't quite yet actually seen General Syndulla.

She's looking forward to it, though, as she sets up the holocaster for their pre-mission meeting; she wants to get a measure for the man, a metonymy for Republic skeptics.

When they meet, General Syndulla is actually prepared with his plan on how to approach the mission! Apparently Kina is no longer the only person in charge of ideas!

Given that they don't technically have authority to attack the Hutts, they will begin simply by sending a few representatives - Syndulla, Mundi, and Trebor - to meet with Jabba and search the premises. Once they find something highly illegal, which shouldn't take more than a minute or two, they can slip away to a private area and then call in the full strike. Jabba's forces, while numerous, have little in the way of aerial weaponry, so most of the attack will come from directly above - after a few droids draw away their attention at the front gate. The main force will first take the tops of the smaller towers, and fortify them as sniper positions, then head from there to the large dome that makes up most of the palace. From there, they can head downwards and hopefully make it to Jabba's throne room at the bottom.

Primary backup plans in the event that they end up outnumbered would mostly depend on just using what ships they have to directly bombard the palace, although this isn't ideal due to the potentially large amounts of casualties. One obvious area of concern is if Jabba just tries to kill them the moment they walk in, but hopefully the Jedi will be able to defend themselves and Syndulla long enough to get to safety, and if possible, take out some of their enemies from the inside. The other potential problem is if Jabba turns out to have reinforcements available from the other criminals and bounty hunters of Tatooine, but they're counting on nobody wanting to get too close to a battle against galactic superpowers, as well as just hoping they can capture Jabba before he has time to call for help.

"If you want to find something illegal, just check that the slave towers are broadcasting.  They can't have taken them offline if they wanted to keep having their current slaves; that would cause their slaves to explode because of their own security measures, and even if they did bother setting up a whole new smaller-scale network...That still provides our evidence.  ...I sliced a command in that would disable the implanted bombs, before I left the first time.  We should trigger that before our raid, and tell the local abolitionists."

"Yes, I've checked. The broadcasts have been shut down, although that doesn't mean they haven't set them back up in less verifiable or decentralized locations, or found other ways around the official ban."

"Wow.  We made the Hutts do things.  I'm honestly surprised.

"Hm.  Even if they moved the sources, I do still have the traffic pattern, and that's harder to just hide.  Especially with the if-you-mess-up-replacements-it-explodes thing.

"Threepio, you still have the logs of the protocol, right?  It's worth checking for it."

"I do, Maker; I shall transmit the data on its nature to General Syndulla immediately."

It's probably possible to locate the new sources, but nothing seems to turn up within the next hour or so, and then they get the message that the mission on Nal Hutta has begun. They're trying to start all of these at about the same time, so the Hutt Clan doesn't have time to coordinate, so they should probably get moving now.

Kina has spent the intervening time rigging up EOD droids, and, after a horrible thought crosses her mind, seeing if there's programs for mass drug detox in the medic droids' databanks.  Hopefully they won't need that, but she doesn't want to only hope.

...That said, she's honestly been neglecting something, and it is the alert that Nal Hutta is beginning its operation that prompts her to remember the power of connection.

Does the Force wish to show her anything, here?

Nothing that she doesn't already know.

But her memories of the torment she had to face, when she was enslaved, are particularly prominent now. As is the knowledge that these people will likely have it even worse.

Syndulla, Mundi, and Trebor make their way to Jabba's palace. "We are representatives of the galactic police force," Syndulla snarls into the monitor, "sanctioned by the Republic and the Confederacy. Open your gates at once."

It lets them in. Soon afterwards, several Gamorrean guards will scuttle towards them, with Jabba's vizier at the lead. "Die wanna wanga!" he snaps in Huttese... and then sees Syndulla.

Oh, no. The vizier, Bib Fortuna, happens to be a Twi'lek, who had drawn Jabba's attention in the first place due to his skill in capturing slaves. In fact, he had sold hundreds of his fellow Twi'leks into slavery, and may very well be the most hated criminal in all of Ryloth.

His eyes anxiously dart back and forth between Syndulla's furious glare, and the Jedi's lightsabers, before he shrieks and runs away. The guards, somewhat confused, follow him.

Syndulla growls, and marches after him. Soon enough, they find themselves in Jabba's throne room.

Fortuna is now anxiously whispering to Jabba. Everyone in the room, including an assortment of bounty hunters, seem to be in a panic, and there is what appears to be a very hastily cut remnant of a chain attached to Jabba's throne. And across the room...

...are several very nervous, barely clothed women, looking down and trying to hide bruises. Two of them are Twi'leks.

"Jabba," hisses Syndulla, striding towards him and motioning to the Jedi to follow. "You are believed to be involved in a number of atrocities, including the slavery you claimed to have ended. We are here to - "

Jabba presses a button, and the ground drops out beneath them. With a laugh, he reaches for something to drink. It's rare that he gets to pit Jedi against his rancor. This'll be fun!

Back on the outside, the group receives the notification that Jabba has actively begun to attack their companions. Well, that's certainly justification for them to invade!

Thankfully, Kina didn't forget to pack the initial contact team some rancor-strength tranquilizers.

Kina doffs the covering cloak that constitutes her Jawa disguise (used for sneaking around to get local intelligence from the abolitionists of Tatooine as someone less notable than Kina herself) and leaps aboard the hovertruck chassis full of 'scrap' droids, sending the vehicle screaming towards Jabba's palace as she reassembles them.

She could probably put together or take apart a battle droid in her sleep, by now.

When she lands, there will be an assortment of goons! Like, a lot of goons! There are some Twi'leks on the other two towers, helping snipe them down, but there's still a pretty large swarm coming for her.

While she does spend a few seconds disembarking the droids...she's not here for them.  They can eat her backwash.

...You thought she wasn't going to drive a vehicle indoors?  Silly defense planner, she's a podracer.  Of course she is.

AAAAAAH!

Well, she'll find herself in Jabba's throne room pretty soon! She'll see that Syndulla and the Jedi had thoroughly defeated the rancor, but were then attacked by an assortment of a dozen of the galaxy's top bounty hunters. Now Syndulla is nursing a wound and hiding behind a corner, while Master Mundi frantically fights the remaining few hunters - Cad Bane, Aurra Sing, and Bossk. Master Trebor is on the ground, dead.

Kina and the vehicle part ways; the vehicle launches into the bounty hunters, while Kina leaps directly onto Jabba, saber flashing out in a threat to cut right through his flabby neck, blasters trained on the bounty hunters.

"Surrender right now and nobody else dies."

After a slight pause, several of the criminals in the room open fire on Kina, despite Jabba clearly not being in favor of this idea. Meanwhile, Bane and Sing - although not Bossk, he isn't moving - disappear into wherever the rancor is usually kept.

Fine then, she warned them.  If they get hurt by their reflected blasts, that's their problem.

Fleeing?  No, you don't get to do that, people.  Kina's blaster-armed hand flicks upwards, and yanks them out of the rancor pit to meet her stunbolts.

Well, Cad Bane happens to have flamethrowers attached to both his wrists and his boots! Plus various grenades filled with knockout gas... which, actually, turns out to be flammable as well! Does Kina enjoy being on fire?