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Post by The Elusive Man on Feb 3, 2019 19:58:57 GMT -8
 Luxuious, yet relatively simple. A single chair sits at the center of the room. Able to turn 360 degrees, the chair is the most comfortable money could buy. Being able to face the panoramic viewscreen with the image of a star on it and the holographic screens, the chair is also capable of turning around and facing the holo-receiver on the floor, where The Illusionist takes the majority of his calls. Highly polished obsidian floor tiles give the room a 'larger than it appears' look due to the reflective nature of the floor and the panoramic view of space. It is here that The Illusionist rebuilds and continues to carry on his predecessor's legacy... |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 24, 2019 20:42:53 GMT -8
Seated in his chair, with a drink sitting on the left armrest and a cigarette burning in his right hand, The Illusionist looks over to his undercover operative, Miranda Strahovski. Having been designed by himself, Strahovski was genetically enhanced. Faster, smarter and more beautiful than even the best that humanity could offer him, she never failed him and was absolutely loyal to him and The Organization.
"I have done as you asked. And I have reports on several of the Organization's former operatives."
Inhaling a drag from his cigarette, The Illusionist ashed in the tray on the arm of his chair and exhaled slowly, looking up at Miranda thoughtfully.
"Proceed"
Without missing a beat, she began her report.
"Former Operative Kaldera. Deceased. Killed in combat. Former Operative Hans Rikard. Deceased. Staged suicide by drug overdose. Former Operative Fenrir Asikari. Deceased. Cause, unknown."
She finished and allowed The Illusionist a moment to process it. Snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray, he took a sip from his glass before speaking.
"Three former operatives deceased out of the original fifteen. We had to expect that not all of them would have been able to revert back to normal lives. Surprisingly, they were not the most valuable. Have you any other information on the other operatives locations?"
Shaking her head, she replied.
"None at this time. However, perhaps Agent Zero had had more luck than I did?"
Still watching Miranda, The Illusionist agreed with her. Perhaps Mr. Swarek was able to glean more information that Miranda. Though, given each former operative's skill set, if they didn't want to be found, it would take a lot of effort to find any trace of them.
"Perhaps. Make contact and set up a rendezvous with him. If he can shed some more light onto what happened to everyone after the collapse, we'll be that much closer to getting everything back on track..."
Motioning for Miranda to leave, The Illusionist spun his chair around to stare at the viewscreen, while the thought of their next move.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 25, 2019 18:48:50 GMT -8
Seated in his chair, rather than facing the hologram monitors, he was facing the life-sized image of operative Miranda Strahovski. Swiping from the datapad in his hand and throwing the information up next to Miranda, the Illusionist spoke.
"We've just caught wind of a former operative. Tanara Ajahn. Light side Force user and extremely skilled slicer. I've managed to narrow down your search to the surface of Dantooine. Within several square miles of open farmland. Locate Miss Ajahn and convince her to return to us. The Black Widow is ready for departure, Operative Strahovski."
Nodding in acknowledgement, Miranda replied.
Understood. I will depart immediately.
Before allowing Miranda to leave, the Illusionist lit a cigarette and inhaled. Exhaling, he addressed her.
"This is the closest we've been to recovering a former operative, Miranda. Ensure she is brought back alive and intact. We'll be in touch."
Pressing a button on the arm of his chair, the image of Operative Strahovski faded. Silhouetted against the backdrop of orange glowing monitors and the burning star being displayed on the viewport, the only thing visible was the Illusionist's piercing blue eyes and the burning cigarette. Hopefully Tanara would come back willingly...
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 22, 2019 12:27:07 GMT -8
With several operations underway, the Organization was beginning to dig its roots into the galaxy once more. With the recovery of Tanara Ajahn happening on Dantooine, the recovery of assets and information on Hoth and the Organization Navy scouring the galaxy for rare and valuable resources, the Organization was beginning to make things happen once more.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 29, 2019 11:34:03 GMT -8
Seated within his chair, a half full glass sitting on the left armrest and a cigarette burning in his right hand, The Illusionist was observing the holo-screens before him, while an operative of his stood off to his left.
"Shadow, I have a new assignment for you."
Reaching up to one of this holo-screens, The Illusionist plucked a folder and made a tossing motion with his hand, moving it to the projector that was behind him as he spun his chair around. Motioning for the operative to proceed to open the folder, The Illusionist took a drag on his cigarette and watched the agent thoughtfully.
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Furos Dreeat
The Organization
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Affiliation: The Organization
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Post by Furos Dreeat on Sept 29, 2019 11:42:28 GMT -8
Furos Dreeat, otherwise known as his moniker Shadow, throughout the Organization, watched his employer toss a new dossier over to the holo-projector. As the folder appeared, he motioned for Furos to open it. Reaching up and opening the folder, each page arranged itself neatly on screen, showing his next target. A Ssi-Ruu. Briefly glancing over the dossier, Furos turned to his employer, his hoarse sounding voice filling the silent room.
"Elimination or retrieval?"
While he was an assassin by trade, he was capable of subduing a target and returning them to his employer alive and unharmed. Which was more than could be said about Banshee's targets, more often than not. Skilled, sadistic and ruthless, Banshee was no doubt one of the most effective agents within the Organization, but Furos had her beat in terms of returning targets alive. Where she preferred brute force and aggression, Furos utilized finesse, subtlety and discretion.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 29, 2019 12:59:07 GMT -8
Exhaling a cloud of blueish-gray smoke, The Illusionist flicked some ash into the ashtray and spoke.
"Retrieval."
Taking a sip from his drink, he continued on.
"While I regard your skills as an assassin highly, the Ssi-Ruu have interesting and potentially valuable technologies that we could greatly benefit from possessing. Entechment, as they call it, in and of itself is a marvel of brilliance. While still rather crude, I believe that the idea could be enhanced upon. Corrected and turned into something incredibly useful for The Organization."
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Furos Dreeat
The Organization
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Affiliation: The Organization
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Post by Furos Dreeat on Sept 29, 2019 13:45:33 GMT -8
"So your motives are purely altruistic? Somehow I doubt that..."
Returning his attentions to the dossier before him, he continued to analyze it. After a few moments, he spoke once more.
"Where will I locate my target? Last I heard, the Ssi-Ruu didn't venture past the boundaries of their Imperium..."
Despite being an assassin by trade, Furos was incredibly well versed with the galaxy as a whole. He made a point to stay on top of notable events and liked to keep informed on where the Organization was heading next and what they were doing. Though that part of staying informed was much more difficult.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 29, 2019 13:56:56 GMT -8
Chuckling to himself at the Drell's comment, The Illusionist snuffed out his cigarette and rose to his feet, plucking up his drink as he went. Clutching the drink in his right hand and slipping his left into is pocket, he strode over to stand next to Furos.
"My intentions here are irrelevant. As you well know, The Organization relies on funding from multiple corporations. Keeping them happy and at the forefront of their respective trades is what dictates what I do or do not take an interest in. And right now, the commodity to speak of is technology. Regardless of how I see the Ssi-Ruu and their methods, their technology has a lot of potential. And if that potential happens to turn a profit for us, we are able to focus on our main goal..."
Swirling the amber contents of his glass around, he took another sip.
"I've taken the liberty to double your usual fee as a token of appreciation. And I have given you my personal ship for the duration of this assignment. Once you have the target, Admiral Weyland will move in and escort your target's fleet back here. If all goes well, there will be a significant bonus for you."
Normally a man that avoided physical meetings with his Operatives, aside from a select few, Dreeat had proven himself time and again that he was both a valuable asset and that his loyalty ran deeper than just until his next paycheck. And that was something The Illusionist had come to respect about him. Not that he'd ever actually admit it, but the thought was there.
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Furos Dreeat
The Organization
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Affiliation: The Organization
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Post by Furos Dreeat on Oct 18, 2019 17:53:53 GMT -8
Reviewing the dossier on more time, noting that the Black Widow was already programmed to take him to his target's location, Furos inclined his head and spoke in a gravelly tone.
"I make no judgments on your motives. And I have little interest in knowing what happens after I return my target here."
Plucking the datapad from the pedestal, Furos bowed and strode from the room, making his way down to The Illusionist's private hangar. The black and red SR-2 sat ready to go, with personnel milling about getting ready for departure. Bowing his head and clasping his hands together, Furos muttered under his breath.
"Amonkira, Lord of Hunters, grant my aim be true. Arashu, Goddess of Motherhood and Protection, grant me swiftness and grace. And Kalahira, Goddess of Oceans and Afterlife, should I fall, grant me forgiveness..."
Resuming his pace forward, Furos pocketed the datapad and climbed aboard the ship as the last of the crew climbed on and the ship departed. Once clear of the asteroid field, the ship jumped to hyperspace...
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Post by Digur Solus on Apr 2, 2020 14:13:31 GMT -8
Continued from here... The shuttle had since docked in Port Town and an escort of Centurion soldiers led the Taung to The Illusionist's office. Rarely making a public appearance, he had taken an interest in the Taung specifically. Upon reaching the office, the guards motioned for him to enter. The heavy thud of his footsteps echoed in the office as he approached the Illusionist where he was seated. "Lait jima gar sarlu'e alid'a ni?"* *="Why have you personally summoned me?" |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 2, 2020 14:22:06 GMT -8
Seated in his chair, a lit cigarette in his right hand and a glass of amber liquid sitting on the left arm of the chair, he exhaled slowly as his neural implant translated the Taung's speech as he spoke.
"I have summoned you here because of what you represent, Mr. Solus. As far as we know, you are one of the very last of your kind. Forgotten by time, your beliefs have adapted and grown in impressive ways, yet you've been left behind. I want to remedy that and give you back your birthright."
Unknown to the Taung, a previous Mandalore's helm had been recovered recently, and was currently sitting in storage, waiting to be claimed. For now, however, he needed to be brought back up to speed and play along with what The Illusionist and The Organization as a whole, had in store for him.
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Post by Digur Solus on Apr 19, 2020 10:42:16 GMT -8
Of what he represented? His birthright? Surely this man jested. Ruling his people, as he had done so long ago was a dream of his...up until his cryo-stasis. He had no idea how many Mandalorians were even left...or if the Dha Werda Verda were still around. Aside from his brief engagement on the ice planet against the Twi'lek and his companions...he was nothing more than a forgotten relic... "Biai narir gar e'ya'ga at sta'esa mie paruaor...?"*
*="How do you intend to accomplish such a feat...?"
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 23, 2020 9:16:16 GMT -8
Smirking, The Illusionist replied in kind, as his implant translated the Taung's speech.
"I intend to support you in getting back in touch with your people. And, should you so choose, I will also support any claims you make to become Mand'alor. I want you to succeed. But not before you are ready. As of right now, there is a lot of work that needs to be done to bring you back up to speed. If you accept my offer, I will employ your skills and services with a team I am currently building. And I will do whatever it takes to ensure you are properly informed before you claim your birthright."
Normally not so invested in a specific individual, this Taung was teeming with endless possibilities for The Organization. And not only would The Organization benefit, the Mandalorian people as a whole, would stand to benefit from this alliance.
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