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Nikolai "Demo" Markov



Ashford Institute for the Gifted

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Is it for confirmation of your beliefs?

Nik had no idea what that had meant. While it was a cool sort of vague and ominous speech that felt like it belonged in some kind of weird superhero thriller, the words felt... discomforting. It felt like Ashford knew something about the teenage mutant that he didn't know about himself. So for the briefest of moments, Nik sat there in the uncomfortable silence as he tried to rack his brain for some sort of truth... asking the question that keeps many people up at night... what do I believe?

Of course, that thought only lingered for a moment. For, as always with this group... something fun was bound to happen. The scream was something that Nik had been roughly familiar with. He had heard it somewhat muffled before as his roommate was startled awake by nightmares. Come to think of it... Drake hadn't really been sleeping lately...

Of course, then there was someone that Nik hadn't seen before. To call her shy would probably be the ultimate understatement. She fired off an electrical discharge as soon as Drake had screamed, and then rushed out of the room. Nik gave a small sigh as she left, his eyes tracing the faces of the others. Before, of course, Nik felt the overwhelming urge to get out of that room. He couldn't stand to be introspective right now. Everything seemed to be collapsing around him as he sprinted towards the door, quickly yanking on the handle to slip out of the room that he usually enjoyed practicing in. Once out, and he saw the rushing figure of Daniela. Nik started to jog after her, calling out, "Hey... uhh... wait! I don't think we've met."


Definitely interested and following this. Always loved the world, and would be happy to join in when this is a go for launch.
Captain Dev Arx

The Forward Thrust, Corubalni Spaceport, Vandor


Dev was shocked as the transmission ended over the holotable in the main chamber. Hit seemed ambivalent, but Rexa was pissed. As for the Rodian politician... he immediately began pacing and muttering under his breath. As soon as Rexa took a moment to breathe, she turned to the Rodian and stopped him. "Minister Kaal, we will return as soon as possible. Alright? In fact, as you heard, Republic operatives will be here soon with a more official protection detail. The Republic does not turn their backs on those who reach out for aid."

The Twi'lek's voice seemed comforting enough that the Rodian was able to slowly nod his head. Dev even bothered to chime in as he began moving over to the armory. "The Imperials think you're dead, and Kesslar has been dealt with. If you lie low, you should be fine until Republic operatives find you."

That last voice of confidence was enough for Minister Kaal, who quickly left The Forward Thrust with his hood up to find his way back to his residence. As Dev quickly began moving the weapons into a hidden compartment in the floor of the armory, a quick glance showed that Rexa wasn't buying it. The Captain sighed, got up and motioned for Hit to finish hiding the weapons. Rexa made her way to the cockpit, and Dev followed. "Rexa, we have-"

If that usually bubbly Twi'lek had a look that could kill, the look she flashed her Captain would be it. Even the hardened commando stopped speaking for a moment as the Twi'lek took the pilot's seat. Dev sat down as co-pilot as the Twi'lek was simply shaking her head, her jaw clenched, before speaking. "We aren't done here. We had Kaal right where we wanted him... and now we would have to rebuild that trust. That is, if the Imperials don't catch wind that he's alive or has a connection to the New Republic. And who knows how long it will take-"

"We have orders." While Dev's tone was softer than usual, it was still firm. His eyes were locked on Rexa, who closed her eyes to avoid having to see her Captain staring at her. "Command has ordered us back to base for a mission critical to the New Republic's push for the Core. I understand that you're angry, but I need you and Hit to be on top of your game. We'll have a full debrief on Chandrilla. Once that mission is clear we can return here to finish our work." Dev gave a slight nod and was silent as Rexa began flicking switches and getting the craft ready for takeoff. He began doing his part, and The Forward Thrust was up in no time. But as the ship began pulling away from the rather quiet spaceport, Dev looked back to the woman who had recruited him into the Rebel Alliance nearly a decade earlier. "Are we clear?"

Through gritted teeth, Rexa simply responded, "Crystal clear, Captain."

Hangar D7, Republic Command, Chandrilla


Dev watched as the crates were being loaded into his ship, his crew of two lounging on spare crates as they watched on as well. The Captain turned his gaze to Rexa, who seemed to have cooled off upon their arrival at Republic Command. Of course, Dev was able to guess it was because of the covers they were given. Rexa was posing as a freelancer shipper, and the Captain of The Forward Thrust. Though, what he wasn't able to guess was Rexa's investment in taking the core. Especially Coruscant. After all, she had a score to settle... and if this mission was going to get them a step closer to that, then she would do it.

Dev turned to Hit, who was furiously tapping away at a datapad. "Clear the encryption yet?"

After a few more taps, the Zabrak gave a smile. "What do you think I am, a complete amateur? The clearance protocols were still from the rebellion." She held the datapad out to the Captain, who took it with a nod.

Dev paced around as he looked through the files. It was detailed... and looked kind of familiar. "Joined at a young age, worked for intelligence... personality profile shows deep disdain for the Empire and a focus on completing objectives... constantly points out flaws in the fighting style of fellow soldiers..." Rexa and Hit both shared a look as Dev continued on. "Sergeant Sato is a killing machine, it seems. Has a lot of unneeded deaths on her record. Something we'll have to keep an eye on, as our goal is stealth."

Dev handed the datapad back to Hit as he saw the Republic hangar crew giving the thumbs up to signal The Forward Thrust was ready for takeoff. The Captain motioned for his team to follow and board the ship. Hit trailed behind as Rexa rushed up to match Dev's speed. "Captain... what do you think about this? If Colonel Trelleck is compromised..."

The Captain's eyes remained firmly ahead as he boarded the ship, and made his way directly to the crates. As his two subordinates arrived, the Captain began opening up one of the crates and lifting up the cases of wine. He then tapped on the bottom of the crate in the four corners, and a panel opened up revealing two Pyro Denton charges. "Our primary objective is to make sure the Imperial fleet isn't notified of our assault on Alsakan. If Colonel Trelleck holds out on us, or if his intel is incorrect... we've got a last resort. Either way, our orders are to bring Trelleck to Chandrilla once this is over. Whether it's for interrogation or a debriefing, that's out of our hands."
Captain Dev Arx

Fort Kesslar, Vandor


Dev felt uncomfortable in the coat he was wearing. Of course, Rexa had adamantly insisted, rightfully so, in making sure the two SpecForce soldiers looked more like thugs and mercenaries and less like New Republic forces. Of course, this meant that Rexa made sure that Dev wore a long leather duster and a wide-rimmed hat like he was some sort of mercenary. Hit's attire seemed similarly uncomfortable, with a series of overlapping cloaks covering her form. The two looked like proper vagabonds, and even seemed to fit in. Of course, the clothing also helped to hide that they were both strapped in terms of blasters and explosives. After all... they were going to make quite an entrance.

Fort Kesslar lived in a ravine between two adjoining mesas, with wooden walkways joining different platforms and buildings. Hit and Dev were making their way to one of the larger buildings, where the most noise seemed to be coming from. As the two approached, it became clear that this was some sort of gathering hall. The sounds of carousing were echoing across the ravine walls, with the sound of laughter being the most prevalent. Of course, Dev wasn't there for pleasure. He was eyeing the two guards at the entrance to the hall, and the one posted on the rotary blaster cannon on the third floor balcony. His eyes were also drawn to the side of the hall, where large metal supports were drilled into the icy terrain to keep the building up. Of course, this is where Dev found himself gravitating towards, walking past the guards with a slight nod as he approached the side of the hall. Hit knew her mission, and quickly rounded towards the other side. Captain Arx checked his six to make sure the guards hadn't followed, and smiled as the coast was clear. He reached into his coat and pulled out two detpacks. He pressed two buttons on each of them, and two red lights began to glow faintly on the explosives. When placed inside behind one of the large metal joints in the support structure, Dev heard the detpacks magnetically lock into place. They were armed and ready to go. All that was left was making sure Kesslar was inside.

Dev waited for a few moments, walking over to the railing at the edge of the platform to look down at the ravine below. Once he had figured enough time had passed, the Captain rounded the corner and made his way into the hall. The guards gave no resistance, and simply eyed the stranger as he entered. The hall had two visible tiers, with the first floor serving as a more open tavern while the second floor seemed to have more decked out mercenaries watching the revelry below. Dev's attention turned to the patrons of the first floor. There wasn't a whole army of mercenaries in here... but there had to be about twenty patrons scattered about on this floor. Too many to engage in an all out fight, especially given they were all strapped. And that wasn't including those upstairs. Dev and Hit grabbed a couple seats near a table in the far corner, passing by the eyes of a few curious individuals. Once seated, Dev's attention turned to his slicer. "If he's here, he's gotta be upstairs. Any ideas on how we could get up there?"

The Zabrak shook her head. "I saw stairs near the entrance, but there was a guard at the top. We could try and talk our way into a meeting with Kesslar, pose as mercenaries looking to join up with his band?"

Dev shrugged, taking a look around at the patrons. They all seemed to be minding their own business... but almost intentionally so. And that's when Dev's eyes focused on two mercenaries from the second floor making their way to the stairs. They had their weapons drawn and visible, and were glancing down at the two strangers. Dev's gaze fell back to Hit. "Looks like they're coming for us. Come on." Dev, without another word, got up from his seat and crossed the hall again towards the stairs. Hit followed shortly behind him, and the two stopped as they were greeted by two Zabrak mercenaries at the bottom of the stairs. They simply nodded towards the stairs, and the two Republic soldiers were able to put the pieces together. They followed the two mercenaries up the first set of stairs, and onto the second floor. Tucked away behind that stairwell was another stairwell up to the third floor, where they were being led.

The stairs led up to a small landing with two blast doors and a single chest. Once at the top of the stairs, one of the mercenaries piped up. "Weapons go in the chest. All of them." Dev and Hit shared a knowing glance, and the two reluctantly removed their blasters in compliance. They had both only carried in a blaster pistol and a blaster rifle that were clearly visible upon a quick pat down from the mercenaries. Dev raised an eyebrow to the mercenaries when finished, and they both nodded. One of them gave three quick knocks on the blast door leading towards the center of the building, and a moment later it was opened. Dev and Hit entered a poorly lit, window-less office. As soon as they were inside, the blast doors shut closed behind them.

The only individual in the room was a rather large human wearing space leathers. He had a large eyepatch over his right eye, and had a menacing grin as he looked up at his guests. He remained planted behind it as he motioned towards two chairs in front of the desk. "Please... have a seat. I'd offer you a drink, but I'm sure your commanding officers wouldn't want you drinking on the job."

Hit made a slight, barely audible gasp as her walk tensed up. Dev, on the other hand, seemed rather unphased. Dev remained silent as he walked up and took a seat, with Hit following her Captain's lead. Kesslar raised an eyebrow at this, but his grin remained as he took his own seat. "It's your walk that gives you away. A very rigid, steady pace." Kesslar held up a finger for a moment, before reaching into a drawer of his desk and pulling out a small metal disk. As he set it on the table, a holographic image of a destroyed stealthipede shuttle appeared. "It's a shame about Minister Kaal. I take it the local government has had enough. Reached out to the rebels, willing to sell this planet for their own lives. Imperials have been focusing on cleaning out and waiting for more Imperials to rescue them from this frozen waste, but they've been giving us plenty of credits to do the dirty work of making those scumbag politicians think twice about signing on to join any cause. And that now brings you two right to my door."

Dev's expression was hardened and rather difficult to read, thought Hit was clearly more than a bit nervous. The Captain leaned forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his knees as he looked Kesslar in the eye. "Are we going to try and work out a deal here, or are things going to get ugly?"

Kesslar's grin faded, his expression growing rather serious as he stared the Captain down. "The only thing that'll be ugly is tossing your corpses down the ravine."

The next moment went by before Hit even had time to react. Kesslar's hand had slipped down to grab a scatter gun lying openly on the desk. Dev was equally quick on the proverbial draw, managing to stand up and grab the scatter gun around its center from across the desk. The Captain reached his other hand forward and wrapped his fingers around the clip of the gun while pointing it down, managing to slip a finger over to the mag release button with lighting fast accuracy. With a quick pull, Dev managed to swipe the magazine from the scatter gun and toss it behind him before Kesslar could fire off a single shot. Of course, this didn't phase Kesslar much, as he managed to shake Dev's grip from the gun so that he could wield it as a small club. Kesslar rushed around the desk and swung the club down towards Dev. Dev responded by sidestepping the swing, but wasn't fast enough to dodge Kesslar's shoulder check. The soldier was knocked back over his chair and onto his back, only able to watch Hit rush in and deliver a quick strike towards Kesslar's jaw with blurred vision. It was a good hit that knocked the mercenary's head back a little, but that just seemed to make him more angry. Kesslar swung his club quickly towards Hit, who managed to lift up her left arm to stop the swing from following through. She stumbled back a step, and Kesslar took the opportunity to swing his right fist towards the Zabrak's gut. She managed to lower her right arm to block the blow, and delivered a quick jab to Kesslar's nose to knock the mercenary back a couple steps.

This gave Dev enough time to quickly reach into his boot and pull out a small vibroknife while getting onto his feet. The Captain rushed forwards as Kesslar was winding back for another swing, and Dev managed to sink the vibrating blade into Kesslar's neck just before the mercenary could swing. The Mercenary grunted and gurgled as he reached up towards the wound, and Dev quickly removed the blade as he got to his feet. Hit quickly grabbed the scatter gun that Kesslar had dropped and used it as a club to knock the mercenary unconscious, leaving him to a less painful death. Dev gave a small nod towards his Zabrak comrade. "You kept your right side guarded." He pat her on the shoulder briefly, and the two soldiers began heading towards the door.

Hit tossed the scatter gun aside as she got in position, with the two soldiers standing on opposite sides of the door. Dev counted down with his fingers while his shoulder hovered over the activation switch. After reaching 1, he quickly shoulder checked the button and the door swung open. The two Zabrak mercenaries didn't even have time to turn around before the Specforce soldiers in unison put them in chokeholds, quickly kicking out their legs to keep them from standing. It was an impressive display, as the two mercenaries were released as soon as their bodies went limp. Dev and Hit quickly opened up the chest, grabbed their blasters, and opened the next door.

Out on the balcony of the third floor, the single guard watching over the rotary blaster quickly spun around upon hearing a noise behind him. His eyes widened as he saw a human and a zabrak with blaster rifles pointed in his direction, and didn't have time to swing the blaster cannon around before he was shot down. Dev nodded towards the railing on the side of the balcony as he fired a quick shot at the door controls, locking the door the old fashioned way behind them. The two soldiers rushed to the railing and pulled at the grappling lines on their belts. After quickly securing it to the rail, they pulled out their blaster pistols and climbed over the edge, rappelling down quickly. Just as they were reaching the bottom, the two guards from the front of the hall circled around to the side and raised their blasters. With a quick exchange of fire between the two sides, the guards were down and Dev had received a grazing hit on his right bicep. He shook it off as best he could, the coursing pain running through his entire arm and shoulder. The two soldiers quickly unclipped their grappling lines and made a dash along the footbridge. They heard commotion behind them as the mercenaries from the hall began emerging with their weapons drawn. Dev and Hit reached towards their belts and pressed a small button on their buckles as the blaster fire from behind began spraying around them. The two soldiers dove onto the connected platform across the ravine as they heard metal twisting and ice cracking behind them as the explosive charges detonated. The mercenaries spun around in horror as they felt the ground beneath them begin to shake, before the whole platform and connecting footbridges began to crumble and break as gravity pulled it down hundreds of meters below. Dev and Hit took only a moment to recover their breath before getting up and making their way along the path to leave Fort Kesslar behind.

Just another small-time mercenary band crossed off the list of New Republic detractors.
Captain Dev Arx

Vandor


The trick to a low drop was always in the landing. Unfortunately, landing on a snowy mountain made the usual landing tactics a bit more difficult. Dev realized this the hard way as the LZ was rapidly approaching. With two slight pulls on his parasail, Dev was able to readjust his entry and come to a roll right on a more level bit of the mountain. The harness, detecting a landing, automatically cut the cords and began burning up any evidence. Dev hated to waste good credits on a landing like this, but they were a bit pressed for time. After brushing the snow off of the sleeves of his artic fatigues, Captain Dev Arx tightened his grip around his A310 blaster rifle and began trudging through the calf-deep snow to begin scoping out vantage points.

After about forty minutes of grueling work, and a series of updates over his comlink from a rather annoyed Hit, Dev removed his pack and dug it into the snow a few meters away from his vantage point. There was a small outcropping near the frozen sea that had good sight-lines to the best vantage spots around the mountain ridge. What Dev was setting up, however, was something that Captain Stim had taught him years ago. The commando was first setting his A280-CFE into it's sniper variant. On top of his pack, however, Dev set up a second scope. If the enemy saw the reflection off of one scope (or what appeared to be a huddled mass that could be humanoid for a moment), they would likely see the other. Worst case, it gave you a 50% change of an opposing sniper shooting the wrong target. Best case, it would intimidate enemy forces by artificially inflating the threat they were facing. At least, that's what Captain Stim had always said. Granted, the Captain also said that alcohol cleaned your teeth, so he might not have been right about everything. As Dev began to dig himself into position, he reached for his comlink. "Dart-1 is in position, and the LZ is clear of snowmen. Set the bird down and send word to the target, over."

With brief acknowledgement over the comlink, the Captain watched as The Forward Thrust approached the opposite side of the mesa and landed below. This was, of course, followed by the waiting game. After about twenty minutes of silence, Dev's ears perked up as he heard the familiar sound of a sublight engine echoing in the distance. A sheathipede-class shuttle emerged from over the mountain ridge and approached the mesa below. Dev's first instinct was to do a quick pass over the front of the shuttle. To his relief, it was unarmed. Minister Kaal's story was holding up so far. The Captain watched as the shuttle landed on the opposite side of the Mesa below from DART's transport, and only two individuals were waiting by the shuttle. Greeting those figures were Rexa and Hit from The Forward Thrust. From his comlink, he could hear the discussion going on down on the mesa below. But that was of little concern to Dev, whose eyes were hard-trained on the mountain ridge.

Maybe it was the incessant drone that dulled Dev's hearing. Or maybe it just wasn't what it used to be. Regardless, Dev was caught off-guard by the loud sound of roaring behind him. By the time the Captain was able to look over his shoulder, an Action IV transport was already rapidly approaching. Unlike the shuttle in the mesa below, the rapidly approaching freighter was clearly armed with laser cannons and piecemeal armor plating. The Republic commando quickly grasped his comlink and shouted, "Tangos incoming. Get back to the ship."

The confusion in the following moments was clear. The small assembly on the Mesa below split apart, with one figure ducking into the shuttle while the other three began legging it across the icy terrain. Dev let his sniper rest on the ground next to where he was lying and grasped the A310 slung on his back. It wasn't a particularly bright plan, but he knew he could buy a bit of time. The Republic Commando began firing at the approaching transport, the faint sounds of blaster bolts impacting against the shielding growing louder with every second. The approaching transport veered off to the right, seemingly thrown off by the sudden blaster fire. Of course, it wouldn't throw the hounds off the scent. But it did give enough time for Arx's crew to get back to the ship. While the sublight engines of the pursuit craft were firing up, Dev watched as the Action transport was sizing up for another pass at the mesa in the distance. Luckily, one of Dev's team must have been ready for that. As the hostile ship emerged over the mountain ridge, The Forward Thrust's top-mounted turret began firing. The shots went wide, but were enough to force yet another wide pass on behalf of the Action transport. The Minister's shuttle used this as an opportunity to take off in the other direction. As DART's ship began its initially slow ascent, the Action transport and the shuttle seemed to have disappeared. For now, the coast was clear.

The Forward Thrust pulled up along the section of ridge Dev was gathering his gear on. Once he was packed up again, A280 back in pistol form and A3100 in hand, Dev made a running leap onto the boarding ramp of his ship. Hit was by the entrance, there to support the Captain as he jumped on. Standing in the center chamber of the ship was a Rodian dressed in furs. His lips curled into a small smile as he nodded upon the Captain's arrival. That smile faded as Dev calmly walked past the diplomat like he wasn't even there. He was busy mounting his weapons in their proper slots in the makeshift armory, but spoke up over his shoulder. "You have something you want to tell us, Minister Kaal?"

The Rodian looked confused as Hit approached the cockpit, and Dev emerged from the armory. He had removed his outer coat, and had his hands resting upon his belt right near the handles of two vibroblades. The Rodian quickly shook his head and responded in a tongue that Dev wasn't familiar with.

"Kesslar's bandits." Rexa emerged from the cockpit, a sour expression on her face as she approached the Captain. "A local mercenary band working with the Remnant forces here on Vandor. Minister Kaal here was telling me how they've been harassing government officials for weeks."

Dev sighed, lifting a hand to his right temple. "So we've got Imperials and Mercs to worry about? Great."

The Rodian began speaking quickly, directing his speech to Rexa passionately. The Twi'lek turned to her Captain. "Minister Kaal has valuable intelligence regarding a shipment being made by the Imperial Remnant to the Core worlds. Supposedly the Colonel in charge of the Imperial forces here is trying to make an impassioned plea for a way out of this system and to the Grand Imperium. But Minister Kaal needs something from us first."

Dev sighed as he gave a short nod, turning his back to the others and shaking his head. "We've got to take care of Kesslar?"

"We've got to take care of Kesslar."
Jaysin Lyr

The Jedi Praxeum - Yavin IV


Two lightsabers, one green and one blue, clashed together. This was followed by two green interlocking as Jaysin Lyr gave a small, confident smile to his sparring partner. Shass hated that grin, because it meant that the older Jedi was going to impart some lesson on patience or focus. Ironically, that was what made her slip up as Jaysin's blades managed to pull back and swipe her defenses away. Shass looked slightly bewildered as she quickly pulled her lightsabers back up in a defensive position, but it was too late. Jaysin had already deactivated his sabers, sliding the hooks into the proper position on the belt of his Jedi robes. The Mirialan gave a brief sigh as she deactivated her own sabers. "It was the focus thing, wasn't it?"

Jaysin gave a small, nonchalant shrug as he walked over to the corner of this alcove in the Jedi Praxeum, sitting down on a bench carved into the natural stone wall. "You are the one who has the answer to that, not me." Shass opened her mouth to speak, but paused in confusion. The older Jedi's grin emerged once again. "Do you know what the true weapon of a Jedi Knight is?"

Shass rolled her eyes. "A lightsaber."

"No." Jaysin's grin faded away as he looked the padawan in the eyes. All of Shass' attitude washed away as the eyes she stared into had lost their twinkling humor. He was serious. His tone even grew more grave as the Jedi removed his master's old lightsaber from his belt, and held it aloft. "A lightsaber can fail you. It can be lost, damaged, stolen. A Jedi without his lightsaber is still a Jedi. So I will ask you again, Shass Vayu... what is a Jedi's true weapon."

The young padawan's eyes fell to the ground as she concentrated. Her mind combed through her previous lessons with Lyr and from Master Skywalker, and from the other Jedi and learners around. But her mind just couldn't figure out what exactly he meant. The only answer she could muster was a simple, timid response. "The Force?"

Jaysin gave a small, polite shaking of his head to indicate she was wrong. "No... not quite. We may use lightsabers, the force, or even our words. But the tool... the weapon that lets us access all of this... is focus." With this, Jaysin's grin creeped back onto his face.

Shass's face twisted in confusion and sudden anger at her instructor's jest. "I... fine. Let's go again then. And this time, I'll try to focus."

Jaysin gave a curt nod towards Shass as he got up onto his feet and pulled his lightsaber up into his other hand. As both Jedi ignited their blades, Instructor Lyr's nod indicated the beginning of another sparring match.
Captain Dev Arx

On-board The Forward Thrust, entering the Sloo Sector of the Outer Rim


Right hook. Block. Counter, right jab. Follow-through.

The female Zabrak took a step back, only to fall down onto her right knee as she held her palms up in defeat. Before Captain Dev Arx could open his mouth, she barked out. "Yeah, I leave my right side open when I lose my balance. I get it. You've only said it a thousand times." She grit her teeth as she slowly stood back up, rubbing the sore spot on her chin where Dev had gotten a good hit in.

The Captain nodded while he removed the wraps around his hands. He had been going hard on Hit lately when it came to hand-to-hand training. The glorified security detail was only about an hour away from touching down for their first major assignment: Make contact with a Rodian politician by the name of Jat Kaal in the frigid wasteland of Vandor to begin preliminary negotiations in getting Vandor to join the New Republic. Of course, as of the moment, Dev and Hit had the easy job of simply piloting the ship down and making sure Rexalia didn't walk into a trap.

As if on cue, the Twi'lek diplomat sauntered into the makeshift training room and armory that used to serve as a lounge. She was clearly dressed for the occasion, sporting an all white jumpsuit with a white fur coat. If Dev didn't know any better, it looked as if she were going on a vacation and not walking into a potential ambush. Rexa gave her usual wide smile to the two SpecForce operatives, making rather exaggerated and wild hand motions while speaking in a rather bubbly tone. "We've got a few minutes before dropping out of Light Speed. Are you done wrestling so we can have our briefing?" Dev gave a nod, and the three moved out into the large central chamber of The Forward Thrust all standing around the holoterminal at the center.

Rexa quickly began setting up the briefing, with a world map of Vandor appearing on screen. A large red dot appeared on a spot on the planet's surface, and the Twi'lek began talking as the holographic projection zoomed in on that spot to reveal a topographical map of the area. "Jat Kaal was the Imperial appointed Spaceport Minister on Vandor. Since the Empire's fall and decline of direct influence on the region, the small government Vandor has developed declared the planet 'independent.' The unfortunate reality is that Jat Kaal seems to have reliable intel that the Empire is still making use of Vandor's resources and facilities, and that the recent government that has cropped up is run by former Imperial officers. The report I received suggests that Minister Kaal was hesitant to reveal any further information, and requested a direct meeting to negotiate terms. He left a coded message with coordinates for a meeting spot."

By this point, the topographical map revealed a rather mountainous landscape. The red dot pointed to a mesa protected on three sides by mountainous ridges, while the other side dropped off towards a frozen over lake. Rexa took a half step backwards as Dev approached the map, pointing to various spots as he spoke. "We're going to do a pass over the area first. We're going to do a slow flyby. Weather conditions indicate to a mild storm in the region, which will muddy any scans we do. Nevertheless, Hit, I want you running some basic scans in rotations every five minutes. We're going to pass by this flat bit of ridge here. This'll be the LZ for my low drop, and I'll check vantage points along the ridge to make sure we're clear of snowmen. Once I signal the all-clear, you will land on the ridge and await your rendevous. I'll be on overwatch in case things get dicey. Any questions?"

Hit gave an inquisitive nod, her tongue running along her molars for a moment before voicing her question. "Concealed or Open?"

Dev gave a short nod and turned his gaze to Rexa. "Is the target expecting New Republic operatives?"

"His cipher indicated it was meant for Alliance Intelligence."

Dev turned his gaze back to Hit, his expression stoic and voice rather monotone. "Open. Pack for a tussle, but don't pack heavy."

Rexa looked between Dev and Hit for a second, shaking her head as she was able to decipher the lingo. "I'm sorry, but do we really need to be flaunting weapons in front of potential allies? That's not very friendly."

Dev sighed as he folded his arms and stood up as straight as he could, towering a good seven inches above Rexa. "My mission parameters are to keep you safe at all costs. The profile on Minister Kaal was inconclusive on whether he's being used as a pawn for an Imperial presence on Vandor, or if he's working for a local crime syndicate. If Kaal has company, I want it made clear that we aren't to be messed with."

Rexa's lips curled into a frustrated frown as she gave a slightly indignant grunt. While she didn't entirely agree with Dev's plan, there wasn't much she could do about it either. She could tell that his mind was set. With that, Dev relaxed a bit and let his hands rest on his utility belt at his sides. "Alright. We should be dropping out of light speed any moment."
In the case of @Sep and I, great minds seem to be drawn to similar reference pics for Jedi. He's currently at work and will toss another pic up when he gets off.
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