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Cipher sat in the camp, up in the air some form of avians sung their sweet song in the trees. Unaware of the plot, and subtrefuge that went on beneath their colourful wings. The [i]Believers[/i] had camps like this all over Hutt Space, no-one knew all of their locations. not even him, and no-one knew that he was at this one other than himself. It helped that nobody knew what he looked like, he just blended in as another face in the crowd. It was the way things had to be, he wasn't part of the revolution in order to be cherished and loved. He was here to break down the Hutt Cartel and their associates to the ground, break down the Empire and the New Republic till everyone was free. He looked over the plans of the next operation, it would take some more manipulation to get into place. 

Though there was another issue. He eyed the hologram before him of a downed Imperial Vessel. It had crashed some time ago, apparently due to some internal conflict between Imperial forces. What was interesting was the fact that anyone who attempted to salvage from it turned up dead, and the idea that a group of extremely powerful mercenaries just so happened to move in afterwards. It proved a high value target, one that would earn the respect of others. He was going to attack those everyone feared, and when they saw that the [i]Believers[/i] feared nothing.

Everyone would fear them.