[center][h2]Stealing the Princess from under the Moff's nose[/h2]
A collab by Zarkun and Enalais[/center]

The Bellator dreadnought came back into Ultmara, it was a crippled ship. It would take some time to repair, but all of the guns were working and the ship would be okay. The other three star destroyers he had taken with him to greet the Bellator came along side. "Steve, in all actuality this will not be my flagship. It presents too big of a target, but it will be announced that it is my flagship. You are to act as my flagship, even without me present can you deliver?" The moff asked, his hands folded behind his back as he looked out the viewport. "Yes m'lord we can do that." Steve replied giving a half bow. 
"Good, take care for now Steve, welcome to my little slice of the empire." Moff Orro smiled, and exited the room, taking the lifts back down to the hangar.

Taking the shuttles, and his troops with him. Orro returned home, his two politcal prisoners would be coming with him of course. The girl, and her boyfriend his former trooper. The two of them were going to make nice pawns in the game to come, he could use Moff Livanni's reasources, and given time he could even get him in the same room with the other moffs. 

The ride to his "Palace" was quiet, and nobody said anything to Orro until he landed. "Take the prisoners to meet Moff Taurus, the lovebirds will be sharing a cell." He said. "Yes M'lord." The troopers nodded, and went off to carry out his orders. The palace, itself was very utilitarian, the roof was fitted with AA cannons, two turbolasers flanked the front gate, E-webs were set throughout the yard, foxholes were dug. The inside of the manor was void of decoration, the floor was metal mesh so any blood spilt would drain away, small turrets were set here and there throughout the building. All and all he made this palace a fortress, he wasn't one for decorative peices when practicality made more sense. Tired, from all of the places he'd been the moff collapsed on his bed in his office and fell asleep.  

Meanwhile, in a holding pattern around the moon of an unnamed planet two systems over, Supreme Commander Jason Je'and had returned to his now fully reinforced fleet, his Z95 setting down in the hangar of his flagship before he disembarked and headed for his quarters. On his way there, Hammer met him in the halls, a datapad in hand which he hands to the Supreme Commander. Reading over it, Jason sighs. [color=SaddleBrown]"The information is useful, but it doesn't solve the dilemna we've been in since we blitzed Mortifus. Which do we hit next?"[/color]

Hammer nodded, his helmet under his arm for the time being. [color=FireBrick]"Perhaps we don't have to make a direct attack, sir. One of the observation teams in Moff Jacsen Orro's Ultmara Sector just transmitted a report. Remember his take over of Moff Livanni's territory?"[/color] Jason nodded, his face growing dark. Using the man's daughter as a hostage, it was a cowardly act, one that only proved that the Empire had no honor and no reliability.

[color=SaddleBrown]"I do. Has he finally returned home then?"[/color] Hammer nodded and lead the way towards one of the briefing rooms.

[color=FireBrick]"He has, and he's apparently sent Livanni's daughter and her boyfriend to his prison on Ultmara itself. The convoy left around fifteen minutes ago planetside time."[/color] Entering the briefing room, Jason would find that Hammer had gathered a commando team already, Epsilon Squad. This was the squad that had been responsible for taking the watchpost prior to the blitz on Mortifus, and so their abilities were not in question.

[color=SaddleBrown]"Alright then, we'll send them in. Have they been briefed?"[/color] Hammer nodded and Jason smiled. This would be a good test of the commandoes in a more...hostile environment with less predictable encounters. [color=SaddleBrown]"Good. Epsilon Squad, you know the objective and you know your mission. God speed."[/color] The four Clone Commandoes saluted both Commander Hammer and the Supreme Commander before going to retrieve their gear and load up on the salvage ship that would take them to Ultmara. The team consisted of their sniper, a clone by the name of Sharp, who specialized in force recon and long range support. On his back rested a small droid that was deployable as both a small portable shield and defensive turret, the technology based on the Droidekas from the Clone Wars. Next was Eighty, their assassin and close combat specialist. While his expertise lay primarily in wielding bladed weaponry, particularly those attached to his armor, he was no slouch with his Blast Cannon when the situation called for it and he was a decent shot with his pistol as well. The third member of their team was Niner, assault specialist extrodinaire. If it's a rifle and it can be tuned or improved, he can do it, and he never misses a shot, even if his target doesn't make sense.

Finally, at the head of their squad, was the squad commander, Winter. He was their anti-armor specialist and pretty damn good with a sword, though he still wasn't good enough to best Sharp. Reaching the armory, it was only a matter of minutes before they were armed and en route to Ultmara, a group of non-Clone specforce with them to operate the salvager and provide cover for them. The Clones knew they were heading into a wildly different situation than the watchpost had been, but they knew that messing up Orro's plans were the only way to keep the Empire on the back foot.

The Imperial district of the planet had been set up like a fortress, with storm trooper patrols keeping an eye on the street and AT-ST's on standby to be used in case of siege, The Moff used his heavier vehicles the AT-AT's to patrol the much wider streets outside of the imperial district but they could be streamlined to support the palace if need be. In the streets walked guard patrols of both aliens, and humans. In imperial uniform, but they were not stormtroopers instead they were used for milita detail, and frontline infantry. Officers were not denoted among them though other than by emblems, to make them less likely targets for criminals trying to get information out of the empire. 

A space assault would be folly with the amount of defense sattalites set up, and the amount of civilian ships going to and from the planet. As soon as the junker entered the system it was hailed by a star destroyer. "This is the star destroyer [i]Pride of Kuat[/i] please proceed to Imnay space port and prepared to be boarded by imperial authorties. Do not attempt to resist, we will be quick." The voice said, it sounded bored with what it was doing. But nonetheless it transmitted directions to the space port of where they were to land. 

The pilot of the salvager, a Mirialan, grunted an affirmative before following the provided coordinates. Killing the channel, he growls. "Damned Imperial scum. Can't even let fake sscavengers have engine issues in peace." A Mon Cala member of the specforce team shakes his head.

"At least they don't know we're fake. And do try to remember that." Their unit captain, a Selkath, poked her head out of engineering, an annoyed look on her face as she pointed a spanner at them. 

"Would you two cut the chatter? We need to get these four on the ground WITHOUT looking suspicious." The pair shut up and silence reigned until it touched down in it's designated landing bay. After a moment, the loading ramp lowered to allow the inspecting troopers onboard. Meanwhile, a hidden airlock under the ship slide open quietly at the same time, and once the troopers had gone up the ramp to meet with the Selkath, who was acting as captain of the vessel, four armored individuals, who's armor had been intentionally dirtied to dull it's reflective nature, slipped out and sealed up the hidden lock before moving towards a sewer access. Popping it open, the four Commandoes disappeared into them with the grate being replaced behind them.

The squad of imperials marched up the ramp, unknowingly walking right over the group of commandos. The insides of the sewers were safe at least, there was an occasional body laying face down in the slude from the cities seedier inhabitants. But one could walk the entire thing of tunnels all the way under the palace. 

The underbelly of the palace, was unguarded it was quite the easy way into the palace itself, dodging skulking the streets but there was no way to tell where to properly exit into the palace itself, or where you were going to be coming up. 

Sharp took up the rear of the formation, his rifle moving around as they walked in formation; Niner on the right with Winter on the left while Eighty took point, his Blast Cannon their hello to any unfortunate stormtrooper to stumble across the four. It was important to note that instead of the sniper rifle that Sharp would normally use on the field, he was packing a DMR carbine, which was the more practical option for their current engagement range. After several minutes, Eighty signalled a stop. "We're somewhere under the palace, sir, but we don't have any way to know where the prison is."

Niner nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and as much as I enjoy blasting Stormies into oblivion, just the four of us can't handle the garrison that's likely here. It isn't a watchpost." Winter stood thoughtfully, looking over the various entrances they had before snapping his fingers.

"Sharp."

"Aye, sir?"

"You go thermal, I'll go magnetic. Between the two, we should at least be able to avoid the barracks." The sniper nodded and his visor changed to a red tint while Winter's took on a blue. Silence reigned while they searched, scratching Xs onto the doors that weren't what they were looking for. After about fourty-five minutes, Winter stopped at a door on the left with Sharp next to him. "You get groups that look to be in cells up there, Sharp?"

The sniper nodded, reaching for the open button. "I did, sir. This is most likely the prison." As he was ready to push it, Winter, Eighty, and Niner stacked up for a breach, Eighty in front with Winter then Niner behind him. The moment the door slid open, the commandoes charged in, but found only an old storage area, various pieces of outdated equipment in it. The next door lead to a hallway, where the sound of prisoners calling for release reached them. "Bingo."

The prison cells were unberably hot, they felt like a scorching desert. Something that Orro did to his prisoners to make them clearly uncomfortable. The cells contained political prisoners, and major criminals, there was a squad of stormtroopers posted in the cell block, and at the far end of it a console manned by an officer that would release the prisoners, or activate alarms. 

To say the squad was surprised would be an understatement, caught flat footed they reacted the best they could taking cover where they could, the officer going for the console to activate the alarms, the storm troopers offering covering fire where they could. 

Having caught the squad of stormies off guard, it bought Sharp the few second he needed to put two blaster bolts through the back of the officer as he made a break for the alarms before he took cover along with the rest of the commandoes. The following firefight was brief but intense, the two sides exchanging fire rapidly. But after eight or nine volleys, only one stormtrooper remained, and he wasn't in great shape. Winter hefted him up and slammed him into a wall, his blaster pistol to the man's gut. "Moff Livanni's daughter. Now." The stormtrooper grunted.

"Go to hell, you clone son of a-Oof!" Winter had delivered a punch to his gut and then leveled the blaster pistol with the trooper's kneecap.

"Moff Livanni's daughter. NOW." Grunting in pain to lift his head back up, the trooper pointed at the cell numbers.

"She's in cell block B, number 2. Please, I have a family, I enlisted to provide for them. Don't kill me. Please." Winter sighed, and signaled Niner, who swiftly and promptly slammed the butt of his DC-15A into the base of his head, knocking the stormtrooper out cold. Winter took a moment to find the right block and then get them moving. The trip was relatively short, and further patrols were easier to avoid.

Fifteen minutes later, they stood outside the door to their target, who was supposed to also be in there with her boyfriend. The guards for this block all lay unconscious, the Commandoes having had time to set their blasters to stun this time, but they couldn't take much longer. "Eighty, go." The door slid open to reveal Livanni's daughter and her boyfriend huddled together in fear, having heard the shots outside. Winter nodded and Niner and Eighty grabbed them and bound them before ushering them back towards where the clones had come in.

The girl screamed, the boy was bewildered, when the clones entered their cell, as they grabbed her she fought screaming at them. "You idiots, leave us!" She shouted, at the clones, she tried to pull away but failed. "He already won anyways!" She shouted at the clones. 

Niner dug the barrel of his blaster pistol into her back, prompting her to be silent. "Do we look like some of your daddy's loyal stormies? No, we don't. We're Commandoes and the only reason we're here for you is to complicate things for Orro. WIthout you, your daddy has no reason to listen to Orro. Course, it's entirely possible that he simply joins forces with Orro to get you back but we're willing to work with that." Winter turned to look at Niner, who fell silent.

Within a few minutes, they were back in the sewers and heading for the spaceport. For good measure, both Livanni's daughter and her boyfriend were gagged before they got to where their ride was waiting.

The group escaped with no further incident, and Orro was awaken quite rudely. "M'lord, the prisoners. Moff Livanni's daughter have been freed." His attendant said, looking visibly disturbed that someone could break into the palace. Orro on the other hand looked at the man, and laughed. A manical laugh, something that disturbed the attendant to his core. "Well then, we better find whoever took them, cameras in the prisions looked through find our  assalians, increase security from where ever they came from, and we will hunt them to the ends of the galaxy. They played their hand, lets play ours." Orro said, when his laughter finally subsided. 

The girl tried to speak when they gagged her, but eventually she gave up and awaited for the ride to end. For wherever they were going to take her, and the man of her dreams. Her brave trooper who seemed just as alarmed as she was, but she hid it much better. She hid it like a moffs daughter, awaiting her chance. 

It wasn't long before the junker was back on the hyperspace lanes, making a multi system jump. It would be a few hours before they met back up with the fleet, so orders were given by Winter to secure the two Imperials before removing their gags. Winter spoke once it was done, their hands manacled to chairs. "So, what's Orro got to gain from extorting your father? Shipyards? Mines?"

The girl just sighed. "Spice from Kessel, slaves from the mines to bargain with the hutts, also the loyalty of my father. Before he left Orro started changing the guard, he probably has my fathers officers by now. So he's already won, Orro's plans are for some sort of meeting of all the Moff's. What he does from there is all up to speculation." She sighed, looking at the commandos. "If you care at all for your republic, you will go back and kill him." She said, hidden venom in her voice. 

Winter chuckled, taking a seat nearby. "Unfortunately, the fleet isn't up to full strength yet, nor are our ground forces. But don't worry, Orro'll get his soon enough. When we reach the fleet, we'll have to see if what the Supreme Commander thinks of you. Might be willing to train ya up, give you a unit to lead against Orro yourself. Until then, get comfy, it'll be awhile until we reach the fleet."