He rubbed his chin for a bit then looked around. "Zef, get the explosives. Rest of you carry small weapons." Zef, was his biggest guy, trained in explosives since the he was able to talk, he was a huge towering Juggernaut, at least to Akku he was, and seeing as Akku was 6 feet, that meant Zef was about 8 feet or even taller, full of muscle and anger. Akku would pat Zef on the shoulder. "Mask him, in case some one in town recognizes our faces, I'm sure if there's a sand storm a lot of locals will be wearing there mask's as well, if not the rest of you take them off... I'll leave mine on." After speaking he'd walk towards there speeders, was just a few of them, and one minor transport. He didn't bring all of his troops just a few to terrorize the city standing between them and Adali's main city, which was up north.

Soon the squad he had assembled was on there speeders and in the transport, they'd start up the vehicles and take off inside the mountain fortress, soon a door would open wide enough for the transport to exit, as well as the speeders. Soon they neared the city. Akku stopped and the speeders behind him and the transport stopped as well. He then pressed his comm on, on a frequency only his squad was set to. "We'll walk from here or it'll look suspicious." His tone was calm as he hopped off the speeder, found some foliage and covered his speeder, his squad did the same and covered the transport as well. They would then walk towards town, acting like Local's, except Akku and Zef.

They kept a straight face and headed straight to a personal house they seized while there a few months ago. It had good view spots, good spots to see the fire works go off as his lightly equipped squad-mates planted explosives across town, concealing them greatly, except for one bomb, in the main entrance of town from the north side, the wire's were in plain site, surely this would become a mistake. Akku stood on the balcony of there "Mid-city" headquarters while looking down at the north entrance, from this high up he could not see the wire's that team alpha had screwed up on. But still, he watched closely, to see if any Nabeshin transport entered the area.

Minister Nabeshin also mentioned one thing. "The city in the middle of the planet... You can not go in there just shooting at random people, there are also civilians there... do this instead, when shot at, shoot back at them... but please... do watch your fire, I do not need any more deaths on my hand." Adali, was in his seat working on some papers, also about to sign the contract.

((OOC: Just make it in your next post that Abdali sign's the papers, then you continue with your post.))

The town of Falstaff was quiet in the hours after the explosives were first seen and reported. Everyone was inside, afraid to go out, and could be seen only occasionally peering anxiously from windows. The sound of repulsorlifts was heard as a pair of Armored Freerunners cruised into the town proper, traveled its narrow, but empty streets, and came to a stop in the square. There were two roads that fed directly into the square, and the respective speeders assumed positions that would allow their turrets a line of fire down each one. The hatches on each Freerunner popped open, and a number of PDS soldiers climbed out and met with each other, and the Falstaff Security officers waiting for them, in the center of the square.

They were seen talking with each other for some time, with the seeming leader of the PDS men nodding his head occasionally. "Right," the Captain said to the Falstaff attache when he'd finished appraising them of the situation, "We'll do what we can. Do us a favor, though. Go from door to door, tell your people to stay away from the windows. If one of these bombs goes up it'll take most of the windows in this town with it. We don't want anyone hurt." That, and everyone in a window was a potential shooter. But the Captain didn't mention this—he didn't want to make the locals nervous. The officer nodded, turned, and disappeared into the security barracks on the far side of the square, leaving the PDS men alone.

"Who's he think we are?" the Captain's lieutenant—'Scrimshaw,' from Dantooine—asked as soon as the police officer was away, "We're hired to blow shit up, not stop shit from blowin' up. How's he figure we're 'sposed to disarm a bomb?"

The Captain shrugged. "We don't have to," he answered, and signaled them to follow him as he walked back to one of the Freerunners, where another troop of PDS men had unloaded a pair of crates emblazoned with the company logo and the words 'SPECIAL Q4OP.' None of them knew what the 'Q4OP' stood for, but they knew from experience that any crates with 'SPECIAL' on them were going to contain something that'd make their job easier. Usually it'd be a new toy, like missile launchers, limpet mines, or sensors. In this case, each box contained a droid programmed specifically to identify and diffuse explosive devices. Some assembly was required. When finished, they'd look much like protocol droids—but with four arms so that it could carefully handle explosives, and repulsorlifts instead of legs so that it wouldn't step on any mines or triggers. It also had a variety of tools, including laser and fusion cutters, and sensors intended to detect explosive compounds in its immediate area. Also, they were, of course, armored.

"Shiny," Scrimshaw said, admiringly.

Not more than an hour later, when the droids were prepped, the Captain ordered one of the Freerunners to cruise the foothills on Falstaff's perimeter in case the insurgents had any spotters there. The other speeder advanced, with the PDS troops walking beside it with one of the bomb disposal droids, up the street where the first explosive device was seen. The soldiers, most of them New Republic war veterans, took up positions around the site, outside of the blast radius, where they had good line of sight on the surrounding buildings. None of the buildings in Falstaff were taller than three floors (except a tower that stood tall over the town), and none on this street seemed to be taller than two. Some of them had been evacuated, and the residents of others warned to stay away from their windows. The troops, and the turrets on the Freerunner, kept an eye out.

The droid went to work. So far, so good.

"You see a lot of action during the war?" Scrimshaw asked Private Shandy, one of the soldiers beside him who was glancing about the street.

"Some," Shandy said, "I was on Ralltiir, mostly."

"Ralltiir, huh? Killed a lot of Imps there I bet."

"No," he explained, somewhat reluctantly, "I was on the other side."

"Oh," Scrimshaw said, and then fell silent. He'd been in a Dantooine regiment that became famous for the impressive number of Imperial cogs (with red slashes through them) that they had painted on their helmets. Suddenly it seemed inappropriate to boast, although Scrimshaw's animosity toward Imperials was such that he was tempted to. But it wouldn't be helpful. "What do you suppose these insurgents want?" he asked, changing the subject.

"To kill us," Shandy answered, without hesitation.

Scrimshaw laughed, then went back to glancing about the surrounding buildings through the scope of his blaster rifle, taking an occasional glance at that tower. They and the rest of the PDS troops waited as the droid did its work. It wouldn't be long now.

Zef would suit up in the Falstaff security outfit, holster his guns and everything, he would then proceed towards the PDS troops with his left hand up, to indicate he is an ally. "My friends, I am Bidaywi Hamed of local security, I mean no harm. If need I will drop weapon." He said loudly while approaching the PDS troops, he of course did mean trouble but he wasn't going to go alone against a full squad of armed men, Zef might be a big guy, but he also had brains. He slowed his pace while walking towards the troops, hoping they would notice him and acknowledge.