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Zeus23
Not a Sayan
Fading Memory
CrypticMeaning
Lurking Krog
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Lunamaria HawkeAlexander Atreides was sitting inside a small safehouse on Corellia, going through the latest series of orders he had gotten passed down the chain of command. They had done quite a few operations out of the local general store's basement, and it was starting to look more and more dangerous for them to remain any longer, so they had packed up what they could carry and were preparing to destroy the rest beyond salvaging. Atreides had sent the last man out with the remaining supplies, they would be scattering to different cells to limit how easily tracked any of them would be instead of all moving to a new location together. It was a shame, he had enjoyed working with them, but it was high time they scatter to prevent easy detection. The Corellian Resistance still operated within the Alliance, usually deploying across the various planets contested or poorly held by the Imperials. They had recently returned from one such job and were scattering to prevent tracking of any one of them to the group, when the old holo projector lit up on its own volition, gathering the attention of the about to leave Alexander.
Watching the message play out to its completion, the Corellian rebel promptly verified the security on the message. It was genuine, as far as he could tell, which meant things were about to get unusually interesting, to say the least. Atreides grinned as he slung his pack over his shoulder, frying the holo projector before he left to ensure it could not be restarted, and no data on it salvageable. In his bag was mostly tools and supplies, concealing what some would find far more condemning. His A280 blaster rifle, a rebel favorite already for quite a few rebel forces, but he valued it for the ability it had to punch through personal armor. Including Stormtrooper armor, something that he valued highly. He carried his DL-18 on his hip, a blaster pistol that would not attract much attention for an obviously space faring technician. Not with the amount of danger to be found this day and age from both Imperials and those 'hostile' rebel forces. Sure, it wouldn't go through Imperial armor unless he got unusually lucky or put a lot of shots into it, but it would do work on unarmored forces and could scare rookie Imp Troopers. Blaster fire was blaster fire, after all.
Atreides knew the cantina that was to be the meeting place, he was fond of the place so he didn't let himself become too well known there. He didn't want to lose out on cheap drinks and a no question's asked mentality, long as you didn't bring your trouble in with you. He had no doubt this Knight Aath would be able to point out who he sent the message to, so he wasted no time when he walked into the place and set his kit down at a table instead of the bar itself. A serving droid made its way over, and he placed his order for some generic Malt the place served that was better then just about any of the other pisswater that the place tended to serve the unknowing or uninitiated. Once his drink arrived, he took his time savoring the flavor as he watched the door, waiting for anyone who looked the part or outright was this Knight Aath.
Watching the message play out to its completion, the Corellian rebel promptly verified the security on the message. It was genuine, as far as he could tell, which meant things were about to get unusually interesting, to say the least. Atreides grinned as he slung his pack over his shoulder, frying the holo projector before he left to ensure it could not be restarted, and no data on it salvageable. In his bag was mostly tools and supplies, concealing what some would find far more condemning. His A280 blaster rifle, a rebel favorite already for quite a few rebel forces, but he valued it for the ability it had to punch through personal armor. Including Stormtrooper armor, something that he valued highly. He carried his DL-18 on his hip, a blaster pistol that would not attract much attention for an obviously space faring technician. Not with the amount of danger to be found this day and age from both Imperials and those 'hostile' rebel forces. Sure, it wouldn't go through Imperial armor unless he got unusually lucky or put a lot of shots into it, but it would do work on unarmored forces and could scare rookie Imp Troopers. Blaster fire was blaster fire, after all.
Atreides knew the cantina that was to be the meeting place, he was fond of the place so he didn't let himself become too well known there. He didn't want to lose out on cheap drinks and a no question's asked mentality, long as you didn't bring your trouble in with you. He had no doubt this Knight Aath would be able to point out who he sent the message to, so he wasted no time when he walked into the place and set his kit down at a table instead of the bar itself. A serving droid made its way over, and he placed his order for some generic Malt the place served that was better then just about any of the other pisswater that the place tended to serve the unknowing or uninitiated. Once his drink arrived, he took his time savoring the flavor as he watched the door, waiting for anyone who looked the part or outright was this Knight Aath.
