Lord Sinistra
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Jul 25, 2014 17:29:17 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 17:29:17 GMT -8
She followed the sounds of the screams and the shots that rang out. Lightsaber extinguished and tucked away, she detoured back into the bar where her helmet should still be laying in the alley. It only took a minute to detour and the assassin wasn't going anywhere now. Poncho back in place, and identity neatly covered, she walked back out to where the bleeding man sat. She cocked a head over at him, her raspy voice issuing through the vocoder.
Who sent you?
Alton was in too much pain to talk, blood pouring forth from his various wounds. He would not give up the answers here anyway. He would rather wait for the authorities to show up and cart him off to prison. It was right about that time that a pair of peace officers approached them, looking for answers while eyeing the blood and the carnage around them.
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Jul 25, 2014 17:35:39 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 17:35:39 GMT -8
Calculated risk: kill the officers and take the assassin, or lay low and hope for the best. Considering the various explosions and the dozens of witnesses that saw him throw the grenades, various security cameras, and the quite literally smoking gun in Eralam's hand, he didn't like his chances with option two. He didn't want to kill the officers; they were just doing their job and happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfortunately, if it was between their lives and getting the hell out of here with answers and their own, their wasn't much of a choice.
Can you Force-flash the security cameras on three?
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Lord Sinistra
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Jul 25, 2014 18:14:40 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 18:14:40 GMT -8
Better idea. Hold your breath and run to the ship now!
Dru grabbed a small cannister off her belt under the poncho and let it hit the ground behind her., It immediately exploded in a green cloud of knockout gas that obscured her from view. She grabbed the slumping assassin, throwing him over her shoulder, and sprinted off through the gas towards the port, streaking as fast as she could to the correct bay. She had started it up by remote when they left the meeting and by now, it was warmed up and ready to blast off.
She looked suspicious as hell and right now, she didn't care. She needed to get off this bogan forsaken planet, see how badly he was hit and get answers from this jackwad. She dropped the assassin on the decking as she hit the top of the ramp and kept going to the cockpit. She was prepped for takeoff and the meeting tomorrow be damned. She just had a much more interesting appointment pop up.
The helmet hit the wall as she threw it off behind her, sliding into the seat to get them airborne.
"ERALAM! Are you with me?"
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Jul 25, 2014 18:24:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 18:24:55 GMT -8
Eralam was convinced the sprint to the ship would be the last thing he ever did. His shoulder was on fire. His chest didn't want to expand properly, and even without an unconscious assassin on his back, he was still a much easier target than Sin. The knockout gas might didn't do anything about the officers arriving to the scene just in time to see a large man with a large rifle sprinting away, and one of them managed to put a bolt right between his shoulder blades. The back plate did its job and stopped the worst of the damage, but there was now a burn matching the one on the front.
In short, Eralam was shot up, broke, and severely pissed off. Also, he was having fun. Actually being able to risk his life was new, and while he certainly wasn't thrilled about the prospect of dying, the fact that it was even an option added a bit of flavor to his flight to safety.
He reached the ship mere moments after Sin, hurling up the ramp and tripping at the top. He landed flat on his face and managed to slide for a good meter or so, the chest plate sending up a shower of sparks as it grated against the deck. It wasn't the most graceful boarding ever, but it worked.
"I'M HERE!"
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Lord Sinistra
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Jul 25, 2014 18:31:08 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 18:31:08 GMT -8
The 3-Z started taking fire as it lifted off, and few shots rocking the antique ship before it swiveled in air and zoomed into orbit. The mess they left behind would have to be sorted out later. First they had to get out of here quick and that was easier said than done in an old freighter like this one. She warmed up the light engines and jerked the yoke back for a steep climb.
"Hang on! We're getting out of here before they scramble fighters!"
With that, the ship left the lower atmosphere and headed into outer space.
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Jan 18, 2016 21:41:20 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 21:41:20 GMT -8
Setting the YT-700 down in the cheapest section of the Cormond spaceport (nobody wants to pay for parking when ditching a stolen ride), Stryfe extracted her heavy form from the pilot's seat and stretched, groaning slightly. Being overweight made it easier to tolerate the act of sitting at the controls for hour after hour, but it also made it a lot more uncomfortable to squeeze into a seat which seemed designed more for an emaciated dwarf than a standard human.
And now it was time to transform. Removing her heavy leather outer cloak, she revealed the clothes that a woman of some wealth might wear: a medium blue blouse in the latest Coruscanti cut, and shapely tan dress pants. Her flat-bottomed black boots indicated someone who is a little bit of a rebel - and also too practical about traveling the galaxy to wear heels. There was a fine brown leather travelling case waiting for her, just as she had described to her contact on Serenno. A quick check inside revealed exactly what she wanted to see: neatly arranged audio equipment of all kinds, all carefully labeled as holonet production equipment, plus a few changes of clothes, and a few things that go boom.
"This will do. This will do excellently."
Exiting the YT-700, suitcase in tow, Stryfe made her roundabout way to the luxury yacht terminal, and scanned the holoboard to select an appropriate vessel that would take her to her destination. Soon after, she found herself comfortable situated aboard the Aimee Alexandra, with a small, quiet inner stateroom all to herself, and nothing to do until they arrived on Umgul. Lying down on the soft bed, she was asleep and snoring even before the ZD-9000 left its berth and made the steep climb to hyperspace.
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Jul 16, 2017 12:52:36 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 12:52:36 GMT -8
Though he didn't get this far into the core worlds that often, Kebiin did not have time to take in the local culture just yet.
He was in the system for work, and work came first. One he had secured docking for his own ship, he arranged for a secure landing area for his client and then headed into the city proper to arrange for secure accommodations. While high end resorts are not known for their fortifications, Kebiin suspects that the hasty timetable will provide a high degree of protection; last minute bookings leave little time for would be attackers to lay detailed plots. Renting three adjacent rooms at one of the cities hotels and a dependable multi-passenger speeder Kebiin returns to the spaceport to await his employer.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Jul 17, 2017 0:55:20 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 17, 2017 0:55:20 GMT -8
The shuttle arrives a the secured pad, and Aurel is grateful for Carid' s thoughtfulness in preparing for his arrival. Pellaeon might have to get into the habit of hiring mercenaries if this kept up. Customs was cleared with ease, nothing Illegal on board, and no warrants for any of the occupants. Hopefully it would remain that way, but that wasn't something that could be assured on this trip. Aurel and his team, a pilot, a slicer posing as an administrative assistant, and two troopers, caught up to Caird. They were rated for commando work, but had always been his guards. Pellaeon appreciated that, suspecting they'd rather have a more glamorous job than babysitter. The group moved to their lodgings and settled into place. They had work to do, so they didn't stay long. There was a point of interest, a rooftop cafe, that was located almost dangerously close to the world's most prominent defense system. A shield generator paired with a planetary-grade turbolaser. The Shield wasn't to bad, it only covered the city, and imperial troops could launch a ground assault as needed. The Turbolaser on the other hand, would be eating ships whole. And with the Invictus Sol being a new addition to the fleet, Aurel would really hate to see it damaged. So the gun would be their primary target. The slicer set to work getting details on the layout and schedules of gun. Pellaeon and one of his troopers went to lunch with Carid. They took their time enjoying the veiw, as well as the food.
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Jul 17, 2017 17:53:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 17:53:15 GMT -8
Kebiin didn't exactly eat, he was technically on the clock, instead he took a few small bites of the nourishing and pungent mando gihaal while his helm rested on the table, sensors active. The food was densely caloric, and provided sufficient energy and protein to keep him operating without making him sluggish like a large meal could. The only challenge aside from the odor was the fact that it wasn't exactly filling, and it took some getting used to the false sensation of hunger. Similarly, Kebiin didn't exactly clear the area around his client from other patrons. But the presence of a large and armed Mandalorian seemed to have resulted in empty tables all around them.
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Jul 17, 2017 18:14:14 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 17, 2017 18:14:14 GMT -8
A small donation to the owner's pocket also helped keep the tables nearest them clear, money did many things, but the thing it did best was assist others in their efforts. Pellaeon enjoyed a lite meal, with a mild but refreshing drink. technically intoxicating, but only slightly, that and admiral's liver was apparently on over drive or something, it took a good bit to get him drunk, despite his lack of consumption as a habit. A genetic quirk his line had apparently, as was his third functioning kidney. Odd anatomy aside, the man considered the view, and the emplacement it held.
"I mentioned we would be doing more than sight seeing at our last meeting, that particular establishment will need to be remodeled I think. And with staff being what it is, we'll likely get to do it ourselves. I'll be the first to admit structure remodeling is not something I specialize in, or have any particular talent in personally. I am aware that remodels are costly affairs though, and I've saved up a sum of eighty-five million credits to see this particular project through. I hope to be able to use the surplus to boost profits in the form of marketing and new hires, so try not to be to eager to spend it all, will you?"
Pellaeon nodded his head in the general direction of the planetary defense gun, and though he kept his voice low, and ill-projected, he wasn't obviously trying to conceal the content of his discussion, as he didn't bother stop at all while the server came by to top off their drinks before heading back to the kitchens. He trusted Carid to be intelligent enough to piece together what was being communicated. Namely: they needed to disable the gun, there were no other FO assets available aside from what Aurel had brought with him, and that when/if possible, things would be done so that the FO could affect repairs quickly after the invasion. He did his best to keep things on a very professionally business oriented level, as it served to misdirect anyone prying into his business without the hassle of trying to keep a story straight.
"Do you have any thoughts or concerns regarding this venture?"
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Jul 17, 2017 18:40:00 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 18:40:00 GMT -8
Kebiin suppresses a smile, and shifts his helmet to face the designated structure. It's recording device would give him a chance to study this angle of the emplacement in his own time. He'd figured this would be more than a stretch of high ranking shore-leave, and was glad to see he wasn't mistaken.
I don't exactly have the equipment for rapid renovations in my ship, but I may have an off-world associate who could source what we can't find locally and assist in the labor. Of course, this sort of hands on role will require higher compensation than a purely advisory position. What sort of compensation package for myself and my associate would you consider fair?
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Jul 17, 2017 18:50:07 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 17, 2017 18:50:07 GMT -8
I look at Carid as he speaks, and am slightly confused by his last but I finish chewing and respond with a smile.
"Pardon for my lack of clarity. Feel free use what you need, and take fair compensation, from the fund I've set aside for the project, unless you think we'll need more than eighty-five million credits... that could be dicey as... other funds require convincing brokers and trustees that it's for the right cause. Expert help is always welcome, please make whatever arrangements you deem necessary."
Pellaeon finished his plate and waived for the check, enough time had been spent here. Any questions Carid still had could be answered on the way back to the rooms. Today's list of visits being somewhat shortened due to the length of travels and the usual systemic shock of adjusting to the local day cycle.
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Jul 17, 2017 19:08:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 19:08:26 GMT -8
Kebiin doesn't resist the laugh this time.
Your funding will be plenty, I'm used to working with far less.
The feeorin replaces his helm as the check arrives, and uses its internal com-link to contact the associate he had mentioned. They had done a few odd jobs before, and usually worked well together.
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Jul 17, 2017 19:34:14 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 17, 2017 19:34:14 GMT -8
Back at the rooms Aurel discussed plans and options for dealing with the turbolaser, several ideas were tossed about but nothing was finalized just yet. Pelleaon excused himself for an early retirement that evening, and went promptly to sleep. It had been a very stressful month so far, and this week was going to be the least stressful week he'd get for the next few months so he was determined not to push himself too hard this week. After all, he'd hired Carid to do that...
The next morning Pellaeon would be hiking in a reserve just outside the city, one of the trails overlooked the city at several points. That trail would be hiked and if were feasible, positions marked for automated artillery to support a more direct approach, should the more subtle approaches fail to achieve the desired results. Pellaeon had brought with him two such models, though the separated and dissembled parts had been overlooked by customs. They were relatively small in caliber, only about 60 mm in diameter, but the rounds were good, if limited in supply, to knock out most light vehicles. The hike went well, and while only one position had been noted as viable, there was space to set up both mortars, and do so without being visible from the trail itself, a huge boon to be sure. Those would be set up by one Pellaeon's security men, so that Carid could focus his efforts else where.
Pellaeon showered and donned the first set of civilian clothes he'd worn in years, before heading out to meet Carid in town for lunch to see what he'd found. This was small but well esteemed diner, and they'd have a private room to discuss business in.
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Kaine Australis
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Jul 28, 2017 3:37:40 GMT -8
Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 28, 2017 3:37:40 GMT -8
The disguised shuttle carrying Kaine and the Australis contingent in their personal disguises found a berth in the Cormond Spaceport. While the men saw to their own gear, Kaine checked the four YVH droids and ran them through a diagnostic sequence, finding they were all functioning as normal.
Once the checks were complete, Kaine sent a burst transmission to Carid, letting him know they were on-world. Then he went to make some final preparations; laying demo charges on the inconvenient parts of the shuttle.
The navicomputer and logs had to go, as did the sensor jamming equipment. Any of it could lead back to Clan Australis given a thorough analysis. Because the jammer was too bulky and complex for them to break down and carry, and because time was a factor, they'd elected simply to slag the shuttle and let the Brentaal IV authorities glean what they could from the ashes. Kaine ensured that both baradium charges, small but powerful, were located near the equipment in question. Once he was satisfied, he armed the charges, and prepared to lead his team on their Brentaal IV mission.
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Jul 28, 2017 7:11:14 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 7:11:14 GMT -8
Kebiin's HUD notifies him of the message, and he quickly responds in kind with the his current location and promise that further details on the job are available once they meet in person. Closing out his messaging program, he turns back to Aurel.
Sounds as though one of my associates has arrived on world with the necessary supplies for our job, I will ensure they are kept in the loop on necessary planning and objectives.
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Jul 28, 2017 10:34:46 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 28, 2017 10:34:46 GMT -8
Aurel smiled, it was good having competent help. He was glad to see that Carid was able to make the most of his loose leash and simplistic objective. Aurel had thought he might have to plan out the entire operation, but this would work well, as it seemed he'd be able to make a public appearance elsewhere as the mission started. For now, he returned the comment with a few thoughts of his own.
"Have you decided how you want to achieve the objective? I know I said I wanted it done well in advance of the invasion, but I'm aware that puts more danger on you the operative, so I'll leave the final decision to you. Also, it's come to my attention that the garrison commander is to be attending a local fundraising event held in a small park just outside of Cormond proper. The event will be tomorrow afternoon, so I'm not sure you'll be able to set anything up, but it's an opportunity I thought you might want to be aware of."
Aurel turned back to his meal, enjoying it as best he could. He didn't really like the thought of assassinating an enemy commander, but he couldn't deny the benefits of the resulting chaos... especially given that there were three or four different people who'd be trying to take his place. He put the thought out of his mind, his preference aside, he was here to soften the resistance of the world. There were no restrictions on how it was done, so he wasn't about to shackle Caird or his associates after asking him to do the dirty work. The team's slicer had managed to pull floor plan and several maintenance corridors that had exits outside the facility. The information was passed to Carid on a data chip, along with a maintenance access code to get him through the first door at least. It should work on all low security doors until the alarm was raised. High security doors would need a local access code, as those were periodically erased and regenerated.
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Jul 31, 2017 15:50:26 GMT -8
Post by A'den Skirata on Jul 31, 2017 15:50:26 GMT -8
Brentaal four. He'd never been here before. People of all races crowded through the streets, not a buy'ce among them. He didn't like this place. Too busy. He slung his pack onto his shoulders, the hardware tightly and neatly packed into it like a logic puzzle. The only heat he openly carried was his usual SSK-7, almost comically small in his hands. A'den blended into the crowds as well as a nine foot tall Togorian dressed in black and gold armor could, sending the Carid a short alert to his comm: Arrived. He hoped the job paid well. This place wasn't pleasant.
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Aug 2, 2017 20:32:34 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 20:32:34 GMT -8
Kebiin nods.
I'll discuss the final plans with my associates, and make the final adjustments as needed. Regardless of timing its likely to come down to a straightforward commando strike. Insertion will be quick and quiet for as long as possible, but eventually we will be noticed and it will get loud in a hurry. We will go when you say the word, but if can be done as the opening maneuver of your fleets arrival we can send a confirmation code that the targets are down and use the resulting chaos as part of our exit strategy.
The feeorin takes possession of the data chip, stowing it in one of his suits pouches for future use. It should certainly make the entry portion of the mission somewhat simpler. He also quickly responds to the incoming com message, giving the location of the parties rented rooms in the local hotel as well as his current location.
If you want him handled as part of the mission, we can do that. Target removal is well within the scope of my associates and myself, however it may cause increased security measures when we move on the installation. By all indications, the locals have no idea they are a target yet. All security patrols seem routine and relaxed, once we start moving they are going to get alert in a hurry. Is one commander worth alerting the defense force that trouble is coming?
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Aug 2, 2017 20:49:33 GMT -8
Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 2, 2017 20:49:33 GMT -8
The answer to that question was more or less dependent on how professional Carid and his crew were, but a rag tag group of mercs couldn't be expected to hold to par with the FO's best. The simple solution was to set thing in motion simultaneously, and then with the commander down, and the installation disabled, the garrison would have it's hands full containing a riot as the populace began to panic, allow for ease of departure for the concerned parties, still, less than a day was rushing things a good bit, even for professionals.
"He is a secondary target, if you can't do it without jeopardizing the primary target, then don't bother. I just thought you might have some experience in causing 'accidents' of the fatal variety. An accident is no cause for alarm after all, just an unfortunate constant in this cruel universe. I leave the details to you, I am on vacation after all. There's no point in wasting it, as it'll likely be my last. "
Pellaeon continued to enjoy his meal. He really wasn't worried about the mission at all, which surprised him. He trusted Carid would take care of the installation, and the local garrison commander might be smart enough to realize he is outmatched when faced with the bulk of the FO's navy, and so save countless lives and trillions in reconstruction. Pellaeon wasn't going to bet on it, but it was possible. So he didn't really care one way or another if the man was incapacitated or not. This was actually turning out to be a nice vacation. Pity he only had three more days before hell broke loose again.
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