Roan's decisive analysis of the True Sith's information stunned Yerbol into silence. He could SEE his name there along with parents, grandparents, Lysa...how had Renso kept track of all the changes? Why would this probably hundreds of year old(that was another matter entirely) Master leave such information laying around in a terminal room? Where WAS Renso and if he is as powerful and omniscient as he seems to be, why hadn't he just crushed them into powder? Questions kept springing into existence as Roan proposed his plan, which garnered incredulous looks from both Neta and Elara, the latter speaking up:
"What you're proposing is daunting to say the least. That would require infiltration into two of the most highly guarded facilities in known space, both of which are located on capital worlds."
"What about comm substations? Couldn't we just hack into a remote outpost and feed information that way?" Neta proposed, her spec ops companion shook her head.
"I suppose if it had to be a short burst of information passed along a short distance, but for the kind of reach Lord Noctis desires, information would have to be uploaded to central communication hubs, which are located on Dromund Kaas..."
"And Coruscant." Neta groaned, shaking her head before looking to Roan:
"You know that's suicide, right? We'd get caught and or killed once we got within a mile of either location, not to mention that network and communication hubs are normally synced across multiple locations to prevent something like we're proposing from happening." She sighed, glancing at the screen. 
"But I've had worse odds." Elara chuckled, giving Neta a mischievous smirk, a moment of recognition passing between the two women before Voldon contributed:
"How else will we get others joined to our cause? If we could get this information disseminated and shown to the public, we might convince many to our cause."
"Might being the key word there, big guy." Kira sardonically commented, following up with:
"You know that even if we do pull this off, the info can get rejected, laughed off even. No one's going to believe something that just flashes onto their screen for a few minutes." 
"She's right, you know." Matt had his arms folded across his chest, sitting in a chair to the left of the screen. 
"It would be a massive waste of our respective talents if we put our faith in the ability of the general public to try and digest this...however, if we get this information in the right hands...say Chancellor Saresh? Other leaders from both parties?" Jungze quickly shot that down:
"And how would we know which person would be under Bracknell's thumb or not, hmm? The man has shown that with Kator's power, he can manipulate governments, control weather patterns...putting information out there for the public eye would be the better option because we would have a much wider net to cast. We would, of course, have to simplify our message, remind the galaxy of the genocide Bracknell and Saresh have authorized under the guise of 'galactic security'." 
"But we DO have an inkling of who's working for Bracknell. That list of names...there must be a paper trail of some kind that exposes at least a handful of them." Neta suggested, which prompted a nod from Voldon.
"Good point. If we could not only get the public aware of the True Sith's motives, but also show them that they're real, tangible threats, then we might have a chance at swaying not only popular opinion, but help migrate resources our way." 
"We'd be stretched thin, but with pulling a few strings, I think we can get this done." The entire group was then silent for what felt like an eternity, the weight of events sinking into the room. What broke the silence was a quietly placed question from Yerbol: 
"So where do we start?" 

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It took several hours of strategy sessions, contacting every possible asset Neta and Elara could think of and many a glazed peanut, but their attack plan was decided upon. Two teams would be deployed, one to Dromund Kaas and another to Coruscant where not only SIS and Imperial Intelligence had their command centers, but several key members of Bracknell's consortium would be(according to the list and some well dropped information from Bek, who had taken the opportunity to join them on world. His reasoning was quite simple: "They almost found me out. Might as well prolong the inevitable.") Each team deployed would then break into sub groups, one group heading towards the offices of Bracknell's group to dig up information while the others attempted to find their way into the server rooms. Once the server rooms were secure, information not only about the True Sith would be uploaded, but also anything found by the other group. With this accomplished, the sub groups would then find their own way off world and meet back up at their new base. After all this, Yerbol's head was practically about to spin off. So much tactical information was thrown at them by Neta and the members of Havoc Squad(along with Bek and Voldon, the latter serving many years in the Republic military) that Yerbol felt like he was back at the training academy on Coruscant. Finally able to tear himself away, he found himself sitting on the exterior steps leading up to the entrance of their base, looking up at the clear night sky. Footsteps could be heard approaching...