Greetings, pilots! It has come to my attention that a federal datacore has carelessly been forgotten aboard a space station. I am now the owner of that datacore. My team and I are aboard a Black Lotus that is now hurdling through space in search of a suitable planet to embark on and splice the hyperdrive out this secret datacore. The feds were hot on our tail before we made the jump to hyperspace. It'll only be a matter of time before they catch up to us. We're using this time to organize our strategy.
Here are my officers.
The squad leader is my first mate. I like her because she knows how to take cover and shoot and she can be pretty violent. I gave her a fully loaded Good Morning and some party ammo. The security officer is pretty good at covering too. He gets a Firetalker along with some party ammo as well. Norah is here because of her leadership and planetary skills. Her popularity and charisma will keep morale up. The comms officer will be manning the radar station on the lookout for hostiles. More detailed strategy later.
The syndicate hacker, my man, he's the star of the show. His skills (+50 programming/cybernetics!) will be put to use cracking that federal datacore while the others, including the Triskan and the sniper, are busy buying time. The maintenance crew has some programming and cybernetics skills but they pale in comparison to our hacker. Nevertheless, he will be there to help and, hopefully, to speed things up a bit. Of course, I'm the captain, but we still need a pilot to fly and land the ship. So I hired the most basic pilot I could find in the spaceport.
I almost forgot to mention the only egghead scientist we're bringing! You never know what he might come in handy for.
There was room for 4 passengers. The 2 tech experts we're bringing should provide even more support for the hacker in decoding the datacore. The "genius" may help too, but if he doesn't then we'll give him to one of the gunners to use as a meat shield. The mysterious robot will definitely come in handy too. Although its abilities are unknown, it could very well be more skilled than all our techies combined. Or perhaps we could upload the database to the robot. If it knows binary that will be a plus. It is a wild card.
Okay, let me pull up my cargo manifest...
First thing's first: the X-Gen TR20 should be the more powerful TR100. That was a misprint. We should have more than enough power, since everything is fully upgraded. What's that? Why is there a price on the defensive bunker? Because I cut that picture out of a catalog, okay? Yes, I made this manifest myself! Focus on the important parts!
The bunker is going to be the main defense. It already has 4 AA turrets and an AT neutron gun but I think I can still mount another AA/AT turret on either of the first 2 positions. The 5 turrets should be automatic but the neutron gun probably is not. Since the comms officer is manning the planetary radar I think he can switch to neutron gun duty once the violence breaks out. The Syndicate squad leader and security officer will also be on this level manning the fort and prepared to fight in the unlikely event it is breached. Unlikely because our anti-air/anti-tank turrets will surely blow away any grave threats.
Our syndicate sniper will also be out in his hide, presumably in a tree or a distant overlook, picking off grabbers one by one. He's probably the safest since nobody can see him.
Our TOM Custom will be beneath the bunker, constructed underground. In one of the laboratory spaces, we're going to install the computer room and that's where the magic will be happening. Did I mention I also gave our syndicate hacker a universal fixer suit? That should help him do his thing in there. He'll be joined by the two tech experts and maintenance guy and Norah (for moral support). The Triskan fighter will also be on that level to provide a last stand defense against any poor grabber than squeezed through the defenses. He'll be equipped with a syndicate auto blaster and party ammo. Hyperspeed.
Our bunker, and the WHC behind it, will be surrounded by Protection Walls. The WHC is sort of like a decoy. I think we can manage without it but I bet that if anyone makes it past the Security Drone patrolling the perimeter, over the wall, past the turrets and gun, they might try disabling this exterior power source in an attempt to cripple us before facing us head-on.
Well, that's my best idea. You had all better put on your Class A Military Suits now. Except for you!
The pirate points at the Syndicate hacker and winks.
A sensor begins to beep, indicating the discovery of an Earth-like planetoid.
Here goes nothin'.