They made their puchase at the spirit mechant and arranged to have it delivered to the hangar bay. They purchased several cases each of Corellian, Alderaanian, Lomin, and Gizer ale, as well as two cases of Corellian rum, then walked down the street to a cantina to make up their plans as Carida's sun was setting. The Mascot Moon was already high in the sky.
It was apparently a weekend evening here and the medium sized cantina was packed. They were lucky to find a booth with some semblance of privacy, back away from the scrak band, their music resonating with a raucous buzz.
Raezyr sipped on his Ottegan mead. "This is going to be rather hard, since we don't know the layout of the Academy. We're going to have to break in and wander around a bit until we find which building we're looking for."
"What if we sneak around and see if we can find a side or back gate, then quietly take out the guards, steal their uniforms and then we can look around a bit without being too worried about being questioned." Trychon looked around for something to fiddle with. He'd gotten used to twirling his lightsaber hilt while drinking. He settled for just taking another swig of his Forvish ale.
"The real problem is going to come in after we get the parts. We'd probably get questioned about carrying that around. I just wish we had a week to figure this out and do some reconnainsance," Raezyr said, cradling his mug with both hands.
"As it stands, we're probably going to set off all kinds of alarms the instant we're spotted." Raezyr took another sip of his mead.
"Check it out," Trychon said suddenly, pointing to two human women that had just entered the cantina. Both women were wearing tan military fatigues with Academy Cadet patches on the left shoulder. "I think I just found our ticket in."
Before Raezyr could object, he slid out of the booth and approached the two woman.
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