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One of the many benefits of a convenient arm-mounted computer is the ease in which its operations may be carried out while amidst some other task, such as eating. She had to admit, the food here was great. It was all seafood, but it was still of good quality and taste. Well, trust the critter who thinks only in terms of common sense. You go where you like the things you’ll be served. That said, Singe would’ve preferred he ate with the utensils… In any case, her browsing of the local Hutt-Net - Yes, they called it that. Shut up. - did turn up some of the things she found necessary to her work. Singe’s programs were complex, created to make sure she would never have to worry about any traces back to her hideout. The false-identifier masks that let her delvings seem like ordinary everyday information packets, the rotating false-origin markers that redirected security inquiries to different locations, the forged independent and Imperial investigator ident keys, the history eraser button, the logic bomb, and so on - these were the tools of a career Slicer, except she didn’t do it for the money because she regularly used somebody else’s accounts for money. That was why mercenaries loved her work. If nothing else, she makes good with the payment, hands down.
All that said…
What’s this?
Someone was using a forged account themselves, letting the system tracers look it over and not find anything because they have no reason to be looking hard. It seemed like there was a bit of a search going on. That was interesting...or trouble. Singe stood up from her meal and told Goggles that she was heading off to the restroom. The Tynnan thought nothing of it, but then...he didn’t see her raised eyebrow through the pixel-face. She headed off to go find a stall and keep an eye on activities, both on the net and in the general camera-observed vicinity.
“She’s still at that diner then?” Alena had just finished returning the bail jumper to the guild and had received her reward. At the moment, she was on her speeder, riding through the cities. “Yes, from what I've seen she hasn’t moved ye- scratch that, she just got up to go somewhere. Her friend is still there, however.”
As she thought. Cameras in the Taste of Mon-Cal and a possible observer of her activities in the system. Sitting in the stall, Singe was no-longer pixel-faced and sitting down with her feet against the door, working her way through the local system and deciding to play a few cards.
Let’s see how intelligent we are...
A nip and tuck, a false timestamp, and voila! She had isolated her prior image - her and her alone - superimposed it on the current activities of the diner, showing her pixel-face self sitting down and fussing with her machines. Smirking at this, she waited to see if somebody busted on in, looking all confused, or indeed if the bandwidth of the security network around here would increase with possible secure chatter. The best part of this was that even if they realize what happened, they might assume ANY part of her being here was a fake.
Parking the speeder, Umbral casually heads toward the diner. “She apparently came back boss, she’s still sitting down at the booth, this should be easy.” Kina reports through the commlink, Alena taking the information in stride as she enters the restaurant, quickly surveying the inside.
Odd. The woman is not where she ought to be, yet the alien remains, eating his meal. Taking this news in stride, Umbral walks toward a booth and sits down, making sure she faces the Tynnan and the booth he was sitting in. She removes her helmet and places it on the table, smiling at the waitress when she arrives, ordering a local fruit juice as well as a small meal.
She was more than willing to wait this out, she’s already seen the Tynnan speak in the video, which led her to believe that the girl was here. She was due to return eventually and if she didn’t, she had a little friend here that would be happy to introduce her.
Hmmm...
So, they were playing this patiently, were they. It wasn’t an Imperial strike team, but it could still be a bounty hunter. Tapping her knee for a second, Singe thought about what to do next. Well, the first thing that was obvious was that Goggles was under observation, and he would hate to be left oblivious to the whole situation. So, she called him via comlink. They would see him look at the thing on his arm irritably and he’d hit the button. That was when he got…
”Talk to me like I’m your Nemoidian contact.”
”You?! When the hell did you get this number?!”
The Tynnan understood he was to be acting almost immediately.
”React as though I’m about to torch your vessel.”
”You even TRY IT and I’ll turn your innards into outtards!”
”Now, head off like your ship’s on fire.”
He paid first. Easiest way to get out was slamming down cred chips and bolting, so there won’t be a pair of angry Mon-Calamari trying to hold him up. From there, the furry little critter would head out on all-fours. Would they follow him on a wild Ton-Ton chase? Or would they stick around and see what else happened?
Alena only frowned as the critter threw money on the table and sprinted out of the diner, her gaze following him until her view was obstructed. That was the last thing she expected was going to happen and it would make a scene if she got up and followed the rodent, especially one that was undoubtedly faster than her. But, on the bright side… it did confirm two things to the Bounty Hunter.
One, she was being watched. It was all too convenient that her quarry’s friend would dash not long after she entered. Especially with her friend missing. And two, that her quarry was most likely still in the building. Alena had seen diversion tactics and wild goose chases many times before in her line of work. As such, she remained firmly stuck in her booth, thanking the waitress when she brought her food, then began eating her meal.
Yes...it would appear that the focus was definitely on her, as nobody seemed interested in Goggles at all. At least, that was what the cameras told her. She didn’t see where he went after leaving the range of the restaurant security grid. It was also difficult to tell who, besides the woman that had entered, was apparently tailing her. Had to assume there were ‘friends’ of hers waiting outside, if she wasn’t a solo bounty hunter. Seemed unlikely, though, unless she was also accomplished at Slicing. See, Singe was fairly sure she could take down the odd tough with a good blaster bolt between the eyes and call that job done, but it would seriously cut into what she was good at, and to that effect, a mercenary - battle-hardened and ready to make alot of people die would find Slicing to be best delegated to a Slicer or an accomplished droid.
This was the hunter, the soldier, the fighter. Someone else had tapped into the cameras. Ergo, someone else was lying in wait, and perhaps not alone. Now, Singe had not seen any of the usual signs of a bounty hunter team. No group of thugs waiting in ambush outside, no quiet insertion of people in the room itself like Kiara preferred to do. No, this was just one person, for now. Likely, the situation would be that if she was spotted, a quick signal would be given to tell her friends to pay attention and watch her, follow her as long as necessary, and then a big confrontation or alot of gunfire would follow. There had to be a way to avoid this, because while she had escape measures, they were strictly last resort. There had to be...ummm....heh heh...heh heh heh heh heh heh… That was a brilliant idea. She called Goggles.
“Hey there! So, you out yet?
”No, still in, but I’ve got an idea… You told me you’ve got a friend on this planet who’d shoot anyone for a bit of cred, right?”
”Oh yeah! My buddy, Morgas, and I go shoot up thugs and infestations for a laugh! Gets a bit of money on the table too.”
”Call ‘im. I’ll leave this channel so you know what’s going on, but in short...I’m pulling a quick reversal.”
She gave the Tynnan long enough to send out his message before calling back and letting him hear everything that happened. Singe hit a button to turn off the cameras, stepped out of the restroom, and calmly walked over to the woman (Alena)...before pointing her gun at her.
“It’s been a long chase, but it’s over now. The Grant Hutt Council is waiting. Don’t try anything foolish. My friends are waiting outside and we have your Slicer friend targeted. I suggest you and I walk out of here peacefully, so that these people can resume their meals and nobody gets shot.”
Her plan...was to act like a bounty hunter with a strike team for the Hutts. No one would interfere with serious Hutt business, so that kept most of the riff-raff out, even if the woman herself didn’t buy it, and she wouldn’t. Even still, there was a definite element of risk here that would depend on what happened in the next few seconds. If only Goggles wasn’t ruining the moment with his chuckling in the earpiece of her comlink…
Alena nonchalantly looked up to the girl that was now pointing a gun at her, not betraying her emotions as she continued to chew her food. With a swallow, she continued in silence for a few moments longer before opening her mouth. “You know, it’s quite rude to point a gun at someone you’ve just met.” Though not unexpected, to say in the least. She takes her napkin and lightly dabs her mouth with it, her face now revealing a grin. “If you fully intend to interrupt my meal, by all means let’s go.” She stands up from the booth, leaving a rather large tip on the table, then lets the small girl lead her out of the diner.
Her reaction was...not the best. She knew this was all a load of Krait droppings, but Singe decided to just be patient with this and let it flow the way it was. She merely said “Rude, but not uncommon.” as she patiently waited for the other woman to do her thing. Her delaying may have made this all feel a little silly, but the fact is that it actually helped in a way. In any case, Alena would find that her quarry wasn’t making any rookie mistakes, at least. She stepped out of arm’s reach, no nervous twitch or exaggerated motions, and she didn’t waggle the gun to indicate which direction to move, but used her free hand to indicate that she was heading to the main entrance first. It was only after they were in motion that the Sephi would ask “So, who sent you?” in a delightful voice.
“No one, but myself.” She responds simply. “You have a very long list of accomplishments, many more I'm sure aren’t even on your record. You were just too interesting to pass up and such a difficult but rewarding catch. I thought I'd have to go through some dastardly chase, but here you are, walking in stride to meet me.”
“I could have done, but in all honesty, I just don’t have the patience for it, right now.”
She was trying to be conversational, but it was clear that she had twelve things on her mind, four of which were probably on the here-and-now. As they made it to the door, Singe continued on by saying…
“Of course, if this is about the Imperial Contract, I’d advise against trying to collect. For one, I’d have to kill you, but if that’s not enough, I should point out there’s a virus in the galactic banking network that will empty any Imperial account that I managed to flag straight into a few hundred different charities and organizations. You’d probably never see the money.”
Now, if anyone was paying much attention to the area around The Taste of Mon-Cal, they’d know that when Goggles left, he did so on an FC-20 compact speeder bike. And if anyone was paying attention now, they might notice him quietly returning soon...with a second FC-20...occupied by a grinning, gun-toting Dug. The Dug wasn’t being quite as subtle here as the Tynnan, but then he was promised a good time shooting things.
“The Imperial Contract is just what I used to track you down, I'm not too interested in that. I’m more interested in you and what you can do. You see, Slicers are a dime a dozen, it’s hard to find one that’s committed to something other than money. Which is exactly why you got my attention. I have something that I want to do and I think you’re a good way to help me get it."
Alena stopped walking as she reached the door, pushing it open. “Now, would you like to sit down and discuss things or would you rather get into a firefight. And you can trust me when I say that you will not get unscathed even with a blaster at my back.”
Alena would hear a quick snort of amusement from behind her, then the telltale sign of a blaster being replaced on one’s belt. Now that they were outside and there was some assurance of not having to deal with someone wanting her in pieces, Singe felt a little more comfortable.
“I wouldn’t get very far, shooting up my clients, now would I?”
If the other woman turned, she’d be able to take her in properly without the low lights of the diner. She didn’t have so much a cocky swagger or a confident stride in her approach as...a willingness to believe in her own methodical nature to bear fruit. You see it all the time in people who are just more practical by habit. The slight motions of her uncovered right eye - which was amber or orange, very unusual for a Sephi - suggested that the left eye was working a tactical device under the eyepatch, probably making sure she couldn’t be snuck up on, all while coordinating her friends. She crossed her arms now.
“You pick the bar, and be prepared to feed the Dug. He sounds unhappy there won’t be any shooting tonight.”
“I’m sure I can find some place with decent enough food and grog. Let me find my friend and tell her everything’s okay, so she doesn’t worry. I’ll send the location later, does that sound good?”
The Sephi just went “Sure, sure.”, as though it were decided already, letting the other woman get on with it.
Kina was frantically typing away at her computer, trying to figure out what was happening. Everything was going fine and all of a sudden her employer was being led out of the diner by gunpoint. She was nearly about to run out of the cafe to try and find her when someone sat at her table, from behind the computer. “Hey, do you mind looking up some nice bars?” Alena calmly asks with a shit eating grin on her face.
All that said…
What’s this?
Someone was using a forged account themselves, letting the system tracers look it over and not find anything because they have no reason to be looking hard. It seemed like there was a bit of a search going on. That was interesting...or trouble. Singe stood up from her meal and told Goggles that she was heading off to the restroom. The Tynnan thought nothing of it, but then...he didn’t see her raised eyebrow through the pixel-face. She headed off to go find a stall and keep an eye on activities, both on the net and in the general camera-observed vicinity.
“She’s still at that diner then?” Alena had just finished returning the bail jumper to the guild and had received her reward. At the moment, she was on her speeder, riding through the cities. “Yes, from what I've seen she hasn’t moved ye- scratch that, she just got up to go somewhere. Her friend is still there, however.”
As she thought. Cameras in the Taste of Mon-Cal and a possible observer of her activities in the system. Sitting in the stall, Singe was no-longer pixel-faced and sitting down with her feet against the door, working her way through the local system and deciding to play a few cards.
Let’s see how intelligent we are...
A nip and tuck, a false timestamp, and voila! She had isolated her prior image - her and her alone - superimposed it on the current activities of the diner, showing her pixel-face self sitting down and fussing with her machines. Smirking at this, she waited to see if somebody busted on in, looking all confused, or indeed if the bandwidth of the security network around here would increase with possible secure chatter. The best part of this was that even if they realize what happened, they might assume ANY part of her being here was a fake.
Parking the speeder, Umbral casually heads toward the diner. “She apparently came back boss, she’s still sitting down at the booth, this should be easy.” Kina reports through the commlink, Alena taking the information in stride as she enters the restaurant, quickly surveying the inside.
Odd. The woman is not where she ought to be, yet the alien remains, eating his meal. Taking this news in stride, Umbral walks toward a booth and sits down, making sure she faces the Tynnan and the booth he was sitting in. She removes her helmet and places it on the table, smiling at the waitress when she arrives, ordering a local fruit juice as well as a small meal.
She was more than willing to wait this out, she’s already seen the Tynnan speak in the video, which led her to believe that the girl was here. She was due to return eventually and if she didn’t, she had a little friend here that would be happy to introduce her.
Hmmm...
So, they were playing this patiently, were they. It wasn’t an Imperial strike team, but it could still be a bounty hunter. Tapping her knee for a second, Singe thought about what to do next. Well, the first thing that was obvious was that Goggles was under observation, and he would hate to be left oblivious to the whole situation. So, she called him via comlink. They would see him look at the thing on his arm irritably and he’d hit the button. That was when he got…
”Talk to me like I’m your Nemoidian contact.”
”You?! When the hell did you get this number?!”
The Tynnan understood he was to be acting almost immediately.
”React as though I’m about to torch your vessel.”
”You even TRY IT and I’ll turn your innards into outtards!”
”Now, head off like your ship’s on fire.”
He paid first. Easiest way to get out was slamming down cred chips and bolting, so there won’t be a pair of angry Mon-Calamari trying to hold him up. From there, the furry little critter would head out on all-fours. Would they follow him on a wild Ton-Ton chase? Or would they stick around and see what else happened?
Alena only frowned as the critter threw money on the table and sprinted out of the diner, her gaze following him until her view was obstructed. That was the last thing she expected was going to happen and it would make a scene if she got up and followed the rodent, especially one that was undoubtedly faster than her. But, on the bright side… it did confirm two things to the Bounty Hunter.
One, she was being watched. It was all too convenient that her quarry’s friend would dash not long after she entered. Especially with her friend missing. And two, that her quarry was most likely still in the building. Alena had seen diversion tactics and wild goose chases many times before in her line of work. As such, she remained firmly stuck in her booth, thanking the waitress when she brought her food, then began eating her meal.
Yes...it would appear that the focus was definitely on her, as nobody seemed interested in Goggles at all. At least, that was what the cameras told her. She didn’t see where he went after leaving the range of the restaurant security grid. It was also difficult to tell who, besides the woman that had entered, was apparently tailing her. Had to assume there were ‘friends’ of hers waiting outside, if she wasn’t a solo bounty hunter. Seemed unlikely, though, unless she was also accomplished at Slicing. See, Singe was fairly sure she could take down the odd tough with a good blaster bolt between the eyes and call that job done, but it would seriously cut into what she was good at, and to that effect, a mercenary - battle-hardened and ready to make alot of people die would find Slicing to be best delegated to a Slicer or an accomplished droid.
This was the hunter, the soldier, the fighter. Someone else had tapped into the cameras. Ergo, someone else was lying in wait, and perhaps not alone. Now, Singe had not seen any of the usual signs of a bounty hunter team. No group of thugs waiting in ambush outside, no quiet insertion of people in the room itself like Kiara preferred to do. No, this was just one person, for now. Likely, the situation would be that if she was spotted, a quick signal would be given to tell her friends to pay attention and watch her, follow her as long as necessary, and then a big confrontation or alot of gunfire would follow. There had to be a way to avoid this, because while she had escape measures, they were strictly last resort. There had to be...ummm....heh heh...heh heh heh heh heh heh… That was a brilliant idea. She called Goggles.
“Hey there! So, you out yet?
”No, still in, but I’ve got an idea… You told me you’ve got a friend on this planet who’d shoot anyone for a bit of cred, right?”
”Oh yeah! My buddy, Morgas, and I go shoot up thugs and infestations for a laugh! Gets a bit of money on the table too.”
”Call ‘im. I’ll leave this channel so you know what’s going on, but in short...I’m pulling a quick reversal.”
She gave the Tynnan long enough to send out his message before calling back and letting him hear everything that happened. Singe hit a button to turn off the cameras, stepped out of the restroom, and calmly walked over to the woman (Alena)...before pointing her gun at her.
“It’s been a long chase, but it’s over now. The Grant Hutt Council is waiting. Don’t try anything foolish. My friends are waiting outside and we have your Slicer friend targeted. I suggest you and I walk out of here peacefully, so that these people can resume their meals and nobody gets shot.”
Her plan...was to act like a bounty hunter with a strike team for the Hutts. No one would interfere with serious Hutt business, so that kept most of the riff-raff out, even if the woman herself didn’t buy it, and she wouldn’t. Even still, there was a definite element of risk here that would depend on what happened in the next few seconds. If only Goggles wasn’t ruining the moment with his chuckling in the earpiece of her comlink…
Alena nonchalantly looked up to the girl that was now pointing a gun at her, not betraying her emotions as she continued to chew her food. With a swallow, she continued in silence for a few moments longer before opening her mouth. “You know, it’s quite rude to point a gun at someone you’ve just met.” Though not unexpected, to say in the least. She takes her napkin and lightly dabs her mouth with it, her face now revealing a grin. “If you fully intend to interrupt my meal, by all means let’s go.” She stands up from the booth, leaving a rather large tip on the table, then lets the small girl lead her out of the diner.
Her reaction was...not the best. She knew this was all a load of Krait droppings, but Singe decided to just be patient with this and let it flow the way it was. She merely said “Rude, but not uncommon.” as she patiently waited for the other woman to do her thing. Her delaying may have made this all feel a little silly, but the fact is that it actually helped in a way. In any case, Alena would find that her quarry wasn’t making any rookie mistakes, at least. She stepped out of arm’s reach, no nervous twitch or exaggerated motions, and she didn’t waggle the gun to indicate which direction to move, but used her free hand to indicate that she was heading to the main entrance first. It was only after they were in motion that the Sephi would ask “So, who sent you?” in a delightful voice.
“No one, but myself.” She responds simply. “You have a very long list of accomplishments, many more I'm sure aren’t even on your record. You were just too interesting to pass up and such a difficult but rewarding catch. I thought I'd have to go through some dastardly chase, but here you are, walking in stride to meet me.”
“I could have done, but in all honesty, I just don’t have the patience for it, right now.”
She was trying to be conversational, but it was clear that she had twelve things on her mind, four of which were probably on the here-and-now. As they made it to the door, Singe continued on by saying…
“Of course, if this is about the Imperial Contract, I’d advise against trying to collect. For one, I’d have to kill you, but if that’s not enough, I should point out there’s a virus in the galactic banking network that will empty any Imperial account that I managed to flag straight into a few hundred different charities and organizations. You’d probably never see the money.”
Now, if anyone was paying much attention to the area around The Taste of Mon-Cal, they’d know that when Goggles left, he did so on an FC-20 compact speeder bike. And if anyone was paying attention now, they might notice him quietly returning soon...with a second FC-20...occupied by a grinning, gun-toting Dug. The Dug wasn’t being quite as subtle here as the Tynnan, but then he was promised a good time shooting things.
“The Imperial Contract is just what I used to track you down, I'm not too interested in that. I’m more interested in you and what you can do. You see, Slicers are a dime a dozen, it’s hard to find one that’s committed to something other than money. Which is exactly why you got my attention. I have something that I want to do and I think you’re a good way to help me get it."
Alena stopped walking as she reached the door, pushing it open. “Now, would you like to sit down and discuss things or would you rather get into a firefight. And you can trust me when I say that you will not get unscathed even with a blaster at my back.”
Alena would hear a quick snort of amusement from behind her, then the telltale sign of a blaster being replaced on one’s belt. Now that they were outside and there was some assurance of not having to deal with someone wanting her in pieces, Singe felt a little more comfortable.
“I wouldn’t get very far, shooting up my clients, now would I?”
If the other woman turned, she’d be able to take her in properly without the low lights of the diner. She didn’t have so much a cocky swagger or a confident stride in her approach as...a willingness to believe in her own methodical nature to bear fruit. You see it all the time in people who are just more practical by habit. The slight motions of her uncovered right eye - which was amber or orange, very unusual for a Sephi - suggested that the left eye was working a tactical device under the eyepatch, probably making sure she couldn’t be snuck up on, all while coordinating her friends. She crossed her arms now.
“You pick the bar, and be prepared to feed the Dug. He sounds unhappy there won’t be any shooting tonight.”
“I’m sure I can find some place with decent enough food and grog. Let me find my friend and tell her everything’s okay, so she doesn’t worry. I’ll send the location later, does that sound good?”
The Sephi just went “Sure, sure.”, as though it were decided already, letting the other woman get on with it.
Kina was frantically typing away at her computer, trying to figure out what was happening. Everything was going fine and all of a sudden her employer was being led out of the diner by gunpoint. She was nearly about to run out of the cafe to try and find her when someone sat at her table, from behind the computer. “Hey, do you mind looking up some nice bars?” Alena calmly asks with a shit eating grin on her face.
Umbral
The Hunt lowered itself on the steel bridge of the landing platform, it's boarding ramp soon dropping to unload its passengers. Umbral and her two companions, Fata and Kina, quietly exited their ship and took a deep breath of the foul industrious air of Nar Shaddaa. "Are you sure she'd be in this dump, I mean, that camera footage could have been anyone, Umbral." Kina seemed the most disgusted by the city, obviously not used to an urban planet, especially one so... ill taken care of. Alena, however, had a nice filtering unit in her helmet, which helped to keep out the smell.
"Yes." She replied after a short delay. "I am sure. An urban sprawl is a perfect location for a splicer, especially one as lawless as this moon." Alena uses the holopad on her arm to announce her presence to the bounty guild and begins searching through several jobs on the moon. "Now, while I blend in with the other hunters, I need you two to keep your eyes out. Look for the Tynnan that was with the girl and he'll make finding her that much easier. Find a good location to camp out and splice into the cameras and law enforcement radio. If you encounter any resistance with locals, come back to me instantly, you can find me through your holopad. See you in a bit, girls." The trio separated, Fate quickly heading back into the ship to watch it, while the Alena and Kina went to work.
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It wasn't difficult to find a building with holo-net, one of the only good things about these city planets was that there was a number of cafes that offered free access to the net while there. Eating a bagel, Kina quietly began work on her laptop, trying to get into the servers of whatever acted as law enforcement in this area. The Umbarain had several pieces of hardware that would assist with, a lot of it acting as scramblers, tunneling equipment, etc. It helped when you had the payroll of a bounty hunter in your pocket, one of the better perks of their partnership.
Aaaaand, done. It was easy enough, she just managed to make disguise herself as a law enforcement device, so that the servers would let her in. One of the more simple methods of getting some place you weren't supposed to be, but simple methods work just as well as the more complicated ones. With access secured, she sends a message to her partner that her side of the job is finished.
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"Please, I can give you credits! Double what they're paying you!" The Gran yelled out, his voice filled with desperation. The Gran, locally known as "Two Eyed Radja" was currently being pressed against a wall by Alena, handcuffs being clipped onto his large hands. "No." She replies firmly, pulling the alien off the wall and guiding him toward the speeder she rented. Just as she's about to start riding, she gets a message on her gauntlet. One informing her that all preparations had been set. "Perfect timing." She mumbles to herself, before riding out to the guild building to return the bail jumper.
Umbral
It had been a trap all along, the enemy were waiting for them in a makeshift fortified location in a rathole. Several gunmen had taken position on two opposite sides of the room, behind cover. It was a deathtrap, one that was sure to have been a slaughter for the imperial forces. But lucky enough for them, Commander Abzhul was there to put the odds in their favour.
"PRIVATES ARC, SURGE, AND FLASH; PRONE, SET BLASTERS TO AUTO AND LAY COVER FIRE AT THE WEST FLANK. CORPORAL SMOKE AND NOIR, LAY DOWN SMOKES AND FOLLOW MY LEAD." Death Troopers weren't trained to think, they were trained to act. The squad moved in a blur, taking their positions and laying down blaster fire. Smoke began to fill parts of the room once the cannisters hit the ground, Alena and her squad sprinting through the cover, rushing the enemy down with their sidearms. Beskar was capable of resisting heavy blaster fire, especially their thick breast plates. What they weren't proficient in, however, were resisting high caliber slugs at close range. Which is why Alena had personally ordered the unique hand cannons for her squad during the beginning of the Mandalorian uprising.
The sound of a cannon rips through the room, the blast displacing some of the smoke around it revealing a large revolver aimed almost point blank at a mandalorian soldier, sending the poor man or woman flying against the wall. Several more shots ring out, the eastern flank of the room being cleared out of enemy threats in mere moments. With cover secured, the small group took part in a good old fashion blaster fight with the remaining Mandalorians, the fight ending shortly afterword.
"I want the dead piled and I want the wounded tended to and put on the shuttle. They were protecting something here and I want to know what." Commander Abzhul orders her men, her eyes taking stock of the damage. "Commander, i'm reading a large number of life signs in a room to the back." Corporal Noir reports, his eyes glued to a holo-tablet. "I want teams to enter a breaching position on that door, we'll enter on 5."
BOOM. The door is blown right off the hinges, the death trooper flooding in to find... "HOLD YOUR FIRE." The commander says immediately, her eyes adjusting to the dark room, only to find civilians huddled together shaking in fear. "It looks like the heat signatures were non-combatants. Everyone at ease and prepare for evac while I call into command." She quickly informs her squad, walking out of the room.
"Sir, I can report mission success. All Mandalorian combatants have been neutralized, with a party of non-combatants being guarded. Permission to evac?" She spoke into her commlink, her answer coming not long after. "Permission granted, Squad leader. Once you finish up the rest, return the base. I have another mission for you." That...That made her pause for a moment. "Sir, i'm not quite sure I understo-" "Get rid of the remaining terrorists, Commander Abzhul. They are too dangerous to be kept alive." Her hands began to shake, he couldn't be serious could he? "Sir, these are unarmed non-combatants, surely they could be sent to some sort of re-education facility?" She was frantic, she joined the corps to protect the empire from terrorists, not kill civvies, this was wrong beyond all belief. "There are no non-combatants on Mandalore, Commander Abzhul. These are the relatives of terrorists and they will be treated as such. Do I make myself clear, Commander?" The Moff's tone was precise and short, completely sure of himself. As he waited for an answer, Alena's shaking has become uncontrollable now, her teeth lightly chattering under her helmet. A number of scenarios were running through her head, anything that would let her avoid what was about to happen. "Commander?" And yet she understood that they were fruitless. "Crystal, sir." She replies, shutting off her commlink. Turning toward the open door frame, she grips her blaster in her hand, her shaking gone as she steels herself.
"For the Empire."
Alena woke up screaming, sweat covering her body, pouring off her face. It... was just a dream, she slowly begins to realize, quickly curling herself up in a ball to cope with the flood of emotions and thoughts that began swirling into her mind. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" Kina, her mechanic, stands at the doorway with a tablet in her hand. "No, I uh... I'm fine, what is it?" She quickly replies, getting up from the bed. "Well, i've been tracking splicing reports, like you said and i've been finding patterns. What used to be locations from all over the galaxy is now being reduced to a small sphere of the galaxy." "And that is?" "Hutt Space." That made sense, Alena quickly thought heading to her dresser for a change of clothes. "Fly to hutt space and start tightening your search, we're getting closer and soon this girl is going to make a mistake. And when she does, we'll be there."
Doing paperwork was one of the most boring parts of his jobs, but it was necessary. When you administered great deals of land more and more paperwork became necessary to keep it afloat. However, while things would become a bit more exciting when the middle aged man flipped to his next page.
Mandalorian pockets are surfacing across the galaxy, many clans seemingly coming out of hiding. Though he had suspected many would reveal themselves with the fracturing of the empire, the number of them at once was surprising. He had thought he had been thorough with his methods, evidently not. This... was a bit of a problem. They would no doubt seek to free their homeworld as well as the surrounding systems. But... couldn't let that happen.
A sigh forced its way through his nose as he stood up from his desk, walking toward the large glasteel window that showed a breathtaking view of the city. The gleaming capital of mandalore, with dark banners hanging off many of the skyscrapers. He would protect this city with his life, to prevent it from being destroyed by those savages. How many times has this world fallen into civil war? How many innocents have died because of those barbarians? Too many. Too many to count. It was his duty to establish peace in this sector, no one else could do it, that was for sure. Drawing his holophone from his pocket, he taps a few buttons and connects to the several star destroyers orbitting the sector. "Begin preparations for departure. We have work to do."
Mandalorian pockets are surfacing across the galaxy, many clans seemingly coming out of hiding. Though he had suspected many would reveal themselves with the fracturing of the empire, the number of them at once was surprising. He had thought he had been thorough with his methods, evidently not. This... was a bit of a problem. They would no doubt seek to free their homeworld as well as the surrounding systems. But... couldn't let that happen.
A sigh forced its way through his nose as he stood up from his desk, walking toward the large glasteel window that showed a breathtaking view of the city. The gleaming capital of mandalore, with dark banners hanging off many of the skyscrapers. He would protect this city with his life, to prevent it from being destroyed by those savages. How many times has this world fallen into civil war? How many innocents have died because of those barbarians? Too many. Too many to count. It was his duty to establish peace in this sector, no one else could do it, that was for sure. Drawing his holophone from his pocket, he taps a few buttons and connects to the several star destroyers orbitting the sector. "Begin preparations for departure. We have work to do."
Character's name: Moff Elliott Drak
Race: Human
Faction: Imperial Remnant, holds Mandalorian Space
Character Alignment: Evil
Character Background: Drak was established as the governor of Mandalore after its occupation, since it was decided to be too rebellious to allow its own government. Through his reign, the Mandalorians were oppressed a great deal, the reasoning mostly unknown. Most assumed he had a prejudice, but nothing was ever confirmed. However, about 18 years after his take over and several promotions, the Mandalorians attempted a mass revolt, which lead to what Historians classify as the Great Purge. Moff Drak lead the Great Purge, after it was greenlit by the Emperor, and through a series of months slowly genocided the people, erasing their culture and history. Much was lost, with little remaining between the small pockets of Mandalorians that still exist. The planet of Mandalore is still occupied, along with several other planets and systems around it, even after the Emperor's death. Moff Drak rules over his domain with an iron fist and does whatever in his power to ensure his power remains his.
Character Personality: Cold, uncaring, efficient. Moff Drak is the epitome of the concept "The End justifies the means." He will do all in his power to achieve his goals, even if that requires destroying everything around him. He is a cruel man, that cares very little about anything besides himself.
Character's Physical description: A tall man with an angular face and piercing eyes. He wears a small goatee and his hair has greyed from age.
Character Class: Bureaucrat
Items: Dozens of pilfered Mandalorian artifacts, a number of smelted Beskar ingots and a small fleet orbiting the sector.
Race: Human
Faction: Imperial Remnant, holds Mandalorian Space
Character Alignment: Evil
Character Background: Drak was established as the governor of Mandalore after its occupation, since it was decided to be too rebellious to allow its own government. Through his reign, the Mandalorians were oppressed a great deal, the reasoning mostly unknown. Most assumed he had a prejudice, but nothing was ever confirmed. However, about 18 years after his take over and several promotions, the Mandalorians attempted a mass revolt, which lead to what Historians classify as the Great Purge. Moff Drak lead the Great Purge, after it was greenlit by the Emperor, and through a series of months slowly genocided the people, erasing their culture and history. Much was lost, with little remaining between the small pockets of Mandalorians that still exist. The planet of Mandalore is still occupied, along with several other planets and systems around it, even after the Emperor's death. Moff Drak rules over his domain with an iron fist and does whatever in his power to ensure his power remains his.
Character Personality: Cold, uncaring, efficient. Moff Drak is the epitome of the concept "The End justifies the means." He will do all in his power to achieve his goals, even if that requires destroying everything around him. He is a cruel man, that cares very little about anything besides himself.
Character's Physical description: A tall man with an angular face and piercing eyes. He wears a small goatee and his hair has greyed from age.
Character Class: Bureaucrat
Items: Dozens of pilfered Mandalorian artifacts, a number of smelted Beskar ingots and a small fleet orbiting the sector.
Umbral
Piercing eyes gazed out into the depths of space, seemingly measuring the stars themselves for their worth. Many of those stars carried rocks filled with people in them, some more than others, but that simply made the star more valuable. An odd way to think about them like that, but when you were searching for the people, on the rocks that happened to orbit those stars... They begin to peak your interest.
"Bosslady, have you really looked into this character? Are you sure she's the girl you want? I'm sure we can find any other splicer, I mean, i'm not too terrible with it, surely-" "No. She's the one." Alena cuts her off flatly, her gaze still centered on the stars. "Well... Aly, can you at least give me a hint of a plan? There's almost no info on this girl, all we have is reported names, reported locations, past acts on the Empire, how are you going to find this girl. And why is she worth the effort?" Alena stares into the vastness of space for a few seconds more, then turns to face her trusted pilot and ship engineer.
"I know this type." She leans toward the ship computer, scrolling through the data file, before ending on the reported terrorist acts of this Singe. "There are many domestic terrorists against the Empire, however... they mainly go against vital supply lines, infrastructure or VIP's of the empire. But this girl... goes after death. Almost every act has high casualties, this girl makes sure to end many lives of the empire with each act. She may just really hate the empire, or perhaps have an odd fetish, but i'm willing to believe in something else. A broken girl who's lost much because of the Empire and seeks to end everyone responsible. so that they can find some purpose. When they see a stormtrooper, they don't see a poor man conscripted to feed his family, they see the boots of the empire, sent to oppress, murder and devastate all in their way. This girl won't stop, just because of the Emperor's death, if anything it would encourage her to do more, as her job just got easier. This is a woman who will not stop until all of the Empire is systematically taken apart... And that is exactly what I need."
"Nice monologue but I fail to see how this helps us find her." The Umbaran pilot cuts in, frowning at the bounty hunter. "I was getting to that." The bounty hunter quickly snaps back, scrolling through the computer terminal. "This woman is one of the best splicers on this side of the galaxy and from what I know from splicers, they almost always prefer an... urban environment. They want to be surrounded by things they can control and prefer to hide in the shadows of concrete rather than a forest. Which narrows the search, but... not by much. Which is why we need the others to help us. Fate, create a list of urban planets and send it to the ship database." The R6 unit beeps in compliance, quickly accessing the ship computer with it's multi-tool. "Kina, I need you to look into each planet on that list, and look for imperial, Hutt of local law enforcement databases, look for any recent mentions of any of Singe's aliases, look for any recent splicer-attacks. This girl may think she can hide from the world, but she can't hide from me."
Alrighty, here's my try.
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