Atia
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Post by Atia on Jan 30, 2014 16:06:18 GMT -8
Four was in a turmoil. The discussion she had eardropped concerned her. "Visual" was one word the taxi driver she learned to know wouldnt use. She also knew a lot of imperial drill seargants who used it. His tone seemed different too. She was sure that the man who posed as a taxi driver was an agent, and she suspected imperial. The supposed "Dispatch" had power to overwatch planetary communications. Imps would have that. Imps, or agents with better support then her little self. Confronting them seemed premature. She needed to find out weather the man was Imperial or other agent. So, that is why she decided to bring her new phone from the Holo-café, and decided to leave her old one in the car.
She was looking at him through the rear view. She tried to make it non-suspicious, but it is rather hard. She was looking for the stare. The 1000 yard stare. She was also memorising his facial features, and also his voice. That is why she started the conversation. She used the usual phrases one hear in taxis like:
-4- "Lot of work this time of the hour?" "What does this car pull? Energy cells or lead-free powerpacks?" "Meet a lot of intresting people?" "Do my questions bother you?"
Normal Taxi conversation. She was imperial thought, like most of the banshees under the number 40. Some exeptions happen of course, but those are special cases. The first 10 numbers. But her, she was top of the class imperial agent, in base. And she wanted to know what kind of operative she has met on. As the car stopped she asked him to hold the car again, paying the sum allready stated on the meter, and got back into the target. He was still deeply asleep, as she left her. She started his computer and then hooked up her datapad. The downloaded programs from Juvex did their job, breaking down every defence set up against intrusion. This was thanks to 4-s previous visit where the protection programs were identified. Civilian protection programs broke down like a wall of marshmallows defending against fireballs. The information she got was intresting, surely. This man was an oportunist, using every ounce of his power to better himself and his kin. Including is selling out to the Imperials. Seems like Mr Brill was settling an arms deal between some criminals and the imperials. Intresting. She memorised the arms dealers contact information to the letter and relayed the gained information to juvex. Lastly, she executed the last program witch was reformating the hard drive, deleting every ounce of information, then filling it with new information, then deleting it. This repeats about fifty times before the computer silences with nothing on it and nothing to recover. By then, 4 would be long gone.
Of course, she would listen to her phone in the Soviets car while working...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 15:41:37 GMT -8
Corulag Imperial Academy
Day 1 and his head itched like hell having the day previous been shewn as all so called Recruits were, then it had been a six o'clock start, pull on your badly fitting recruit uniform; which also itched and the Training Sergeant said they would soon grow into, and they were off for a six mile run carrying a ten kilogram bag through marshy, boggy terrain, up hills, crawling on his belly and then through dense undergrowth. Then there was a fifteen minute break. That was all, and on the dot it was combat practice briskly followed by weapons training. Then there was a thirty minute break for lunch before they were parade marched. The afternoon comprised of History, Tactics and then rounded off by a thirty meter swim. Then they were bawled at by the Training Sergeant who told them how easy they all had it and how much worse it was in his day and how the Imperial Academy was training soft recruits, but he would harden us all up.
Roth had finally collapsed into his bunk in his shared room, where in the next week he and his five room mates would be evaluated, tested and then each would be assigned a make shift squad name and one person out of each room would be placed in charge for the period of two weeks. Over that two week period the squads and their effective squad leader would be tested and evaluated and if one person failed, the squad failed, and this was military training, and this was the easy year!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 20:45:01 GMT -8
*Kaytra sat in the cockpit of a YT-2400 freighter docked at the spaceport. Her feet were propped up on the control panel as she leaned back in the seat. Hours worth of collected shipping data lay scattered around her as she searched for anything unusual in the documents, but to little avail. Right now though her eyes were locked on the news coming out of the holovid. The Imperials were moving faster then she anticipated. By now she was sure the others had heard or read about it. Speaking of which. She pulled out her communicator and clicked it several times. There was no need to speak into it. She just need to make enough noise to check in.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 6, 2014 14:32:44 GMT -8
"Soviet" [NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Residential Sector, Curamelle, Corulag 0114 Corulag local time Soviet had patiently waited for the woman to return to the speeder taxi after leaving the holo-caf. Out of the edge of the rear view, he caught her looking at him, instantly raising his suspicions. Hoover hadn't replied with any information regarding transmissions being sent out of the system, though with the heavy Imperial presence, Soviet knew finding anything at all out of the ordinary would take some time. Pleasantly, he conversed with the woman as she began a steady stream of inquisitions. The nature of her questions bordered on the banal, small talk, essentially. Though it wasn't the questions themselves that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to raise, it was the fact that she was asking them. Individuals on business, as this woman obviously was, late at night weren't typically the talkative kind. As a precaution, Soviet kept his answers short and to the point, all the while maintaining the mock accent that came easily to a man trained in multiple languages. Eventually, they arrived back at Fingrut's apartment, and the woman left after paying her fare. True to his word, Soviet discounted her charges, pulling a small credchit out of his change tray and handing it to her."'Ave a g'night, miss. An' thank ya for ya business." Soviet said cheerfully as the woman left the back of the taxi and made her way to the apartment entrance. After dropping her off, Soviet pulled away from the side of the street and took off into the night. Nearly fifteen minutes later, Soviet had returned the taxi to its home in a docking garage belonging to the company's fleet of speeders, then quickly and quietly wiped the vehicle clean of any evidence he'd been there. After clearing the front end of the speeder, Soviet checked the back, finding two items of particular interest. The first was a piece of stitching up from the back of the seat. It was the same color as the threading of the woman's outfit. Gently, he plucked it from its place on the seat cushion and stashed it within a small plastoid container from his gear pack in the storage container of the speeder. The second item was a recorder. Soviet bagged that as well, cursing himself as he did so.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Feb 8, 2014 16:42:57 GMT -8
Later that night, Hogan Marmaduke sat with his boss in a booth guesting a rather lewd bar of female forms and cheap drink. Hogan was a kind of henchman. He held his bosses schedules, paid his bills, drove him, and protected him. Hogan, as three other of his coligues, was a bodyguard to a weapons dealer whom was about to make his lifes deal with the imperials through a middle man called Fingrut. Hogan had just put down his bosses comm unit with a smile on his face reaching from ear to ear. He had just been informed by a brothel Madame that their mutual friend Fingrut is sending them a present. Sort of a "Good Business" gift, so they dont bore while the imperials pull their pants up and get the business on way. This Fingrut was a really nice guy, one who knew how to do business. And the cream on top of the cake? The Madame sent a Twilek! The boss asked Hogan what the Madame was called, since she had such good merchandise to run. The answer was simple. Madame Atia.
Being a good henchman, Hogan Marmaduke talked a bit with the bar owner and manadged to hire the entire bar ( a little basement location) to their pleasures. No need to move the boss and the entire operation to a new place, this is better for both security and... well, in those days their little gang has been in Curamelle, they grew fond of the place. It was clean enough for their taste, and dirty enough to still provide the rough nature their little group adored with great pleasure. And, there was a side room for... Twi'lek use.
And then, she arrived. Theme clothed too. Tophat, khaki smoking, riding pants, umbrella and high heels. Hogan really hoped he was going to get leftovers of THAT ass. The boss and the others were delighted. The woman could move too. She at once found the most stable table to dance on and the gang sat around, throwing credit bars at her feet. She leaned in then suddenly, and kissed Hogans Coligue, looking at the boss seductively. God damnit! That woman knew her stuff! She danced some more, fluid and sensual dance, only seen in the most well supplied brothels on fringe systems where slavery was still an artform, and not just crime.
It was beauty. Then, the yellow twilek proclaimed that she will preform the "Juvexian Triple Knot". For this, she needed a bottle of cold champaign, five glasses, and her umbrella. She made it very clear, that she would also need ice, so they better get the Champaign bucket. Hogan took that job. He got the champaign from the bar himself and filled a bucket full of ice and put it in. So, the number would start.
Hogan stood with his hands full of the cold bucket, his friend Doh sat beside him with five champaign glasses in his hands. The boss sat with a large grin on his face on Hogans other side, and across from them Boiyl was handing the woman the umbrella handle first. Hogan was so exited, he was a great supporter of the pornographic arts, and even him had not yet heard of the Juvexian Tripple Knot. And... well, they all had gotten slightly horny. But... all good things end with time. This ended abruptly.
Drar'akhun was acting wierd, standing beside Boiyl. Then, he choughed once, and twice, and suddenly there was punk foam pouring out of his mouth and he was choughing the words "HELP" without sound. Hogan realised, it was Drar'akhun that the woman had kissed. It was too late then. The woman grabbed the umbrella by the handle and Boiyls chest flashed blaster-red as he was hit from the Umbrellas tip. A great cascade of blood and tissue erupted from Hogans friend.
The woman was quick, and they were cought with their pants down. The Boss quickdrew his gun but it was kicked out of his hand, then he got a steel stiletto heel into his right eye by a second quick kick. Hogan himself was a good quickdraw, but he had his hands full of this god damned ice and champaign bucket. Doh beside him had his hands full of champaign glasses. They let go of both but that just bought more time for the twilek, and that devilish woman had more suprises. Allthough Boyli now owned a huge chest cavity, his corpse still held the umbrella, as if still holding itself to its owners dieing wish. As the corpse fell to the ground pulling the umbrella with it, but the handle stayed in the Twileks hand. Extending from it, a half meter long razor sharp blade.
Hogan didnt know how many times the woman had cut him before he could retreat. His face burnt from a lucky shot, and so did his arms with witch he had protected himself. The bitch had cut his face, and he couldnt see shit. He was crawling away from the place where Doh and the Boss was screaming, trying to find something, ANYTHING that would stop that yellow bitch. All he could find was a heavy lead ashtray. in the booth he took refuge in. He turned around and saw the scene.
Dohs body was still on its knees, his body turned back with a large blob of red all over his shirt and a steady stream of blood from his throat. The boss was screaming curses and holding his fave with both hands trying to stop his eye from sipping through his fingers. The bartender, just returned from the john screamed and threw himself behind the counter. Not fast enough. The twilek bitch turned towards him, bent her right knee, grabbed the stiletto heel on her shoe, and pulled it off. A thin blade sprun out from the heel and she threw it with one simple motion strait into the bartenders sizeable gut. The Bartender gave his voice to the chorus of agony.
It all came together then for Hogan. The call, asking where to send the girl... she coming in, kissing Drar'akhun and thus poisoning him, then giving them things to do so they cant react as soon as they wish. It was all planned out, this was a elaborate and professional hit. The woman was an assassin. Hogan then took the decision of survival. He played dead.
He wished he did not. He wished he did not a lot of things. He wished this bar was not in a sound proof basement. He wished he never heard the words "Juvexian Tripple Knot". He wished he could see his wife and three kids again, tell them he loved them. He wished he could also do that martial arts shit the Yellow Bitch had kicked their asses with. But most deeply he wished he lacked ears and eyes to see what the woman did to the boss to get the location of their wares. He wished he could call Bjoard, tell him he better fracking flee for his life and leave the weapons.
He wished he was dead by the end. And it came. The woman did not spare anyone to tell the tale.
----------Nase------------- Next morning, a Yellow Twilek woman clothed in khaki tophat, khaki smoking, khaki riding pants, high stiletto heels and an umbrella showed up at Imperial High Quarters, claiming she is here to see Nase Tasley on assignment from Mr Fingrut. She claimed it was urgent, about a shipment of supplies getting lost or something in that stile.
----------Ander-------- The GALSAF operative checking the comms trafic had not a lot of problems finding the electronical adress of the café, since he had a phisical one, and surely some skill at slicing. He found the transmission from both the Café, and Fingruts place to go out of system. If he worked long enough and tracked long enough he would find that the transmissions went to Ryloth. Of course, 37 on Ryloth was working for a local communication provider as a technician, and had installed some rather illegal hardware on many relays that simply fracked up tracking programs. The Tail ended there.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Feb 9, 2014 23:02:45 GMT -8
Corulag Imperial AcademyDay 1 and his head itched like hell having the day previous been shewn as all so called Recruits were, then it had been a six o'clock start, pull on your badly fitting recruit uniform; which also itched and the Training Sergeant said they would soon grow into, and they were off for a six mile run carrying a ten kilogram bag through marshy, boggy terrain, up hills, crawling on his belly and then through dense undergrowth. Then there was a fifteen minute break. That was all, and on the dot it was combat practice briskly followed by weapons training. Then there was a thirty minute break for lunch before they were parade marched. The afternoon comprised of History, Tactics and then rounded off by a thirty meter swim. Then they were bawled at by the Training Sergeant who told them how easy they all had it and how much worse it was in his day and how the Imperial Academy was training soft recruits, but he would harden us all up.
Roth had finally collapsed into his bunk in his shared room, where in the next week he and his five room mates would be evaluated, tested and then each would be assigned a make shift squad name and one person out of each room would be placed in charge for the period of two weeks. Over that two week period the squads and their effective squad leader would be tested and evaluated and if one person failed, the squad failed, and this was military training, and this was the easy year! MORNING OF SQUAD ASSIGNMENT
On the marching field a raised platform had been erected with several seats for Imperial officers and a podium placed in it's center. Several minutes ago a cadre of Imperial officers and training staff had taken their seats, looking out across the hundreds of new trainees that were now awaiting their squad assignments. While early in their military careers, only several weeks into the grueling training, squad assignment day and the subsequent training scenarios would determine the worth of each squad and the individuals within it. Many squads would succeed and prove themselves worthy, but the weak would be culled and the Imperial military would be stronger for it. The Corulag imperials unfortunately did not have the resources or time to invest in every inspired youth, only the best and brightest could be selected for the coming storm. Rows upon rows of the cadets stood eagerly awaiting the arrival of Major General Cornelius Krieger, one of the highest ranking Imperial officials on Corulag and the entire Republic controlled Core Worlds. The Major General in good time took his place behind the podium and began the ceremony. "You are the future of Corulag's security. Now more than ever our home world is threatened from without and from within, requiring the true sons and daughters of this glorious planet to rise and defend our home and our people. With such a great burden to place on the shoulders of so few we select only the best and strongest. Today you will be assigned your training squads and you will either succeed or fail together. Many of the people around you will fail… However, after the initial culling, your success rate will drastically improve. Without further ado, I shall read your squad assignments." The process took over an hour..."Nexu Squad will consist of Roth Taynt, Mors Umber, Horace Greeley, Roz Uk, Veela Parshina and Kavasta Churn…"
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Post by Nase Talsey on Feb 10, 2014 0:25:00 GMT -8
At the reinforced gates of the Imperial quarter, where the heart of the Empire still pulsed with life, a scantily clad yellow skinned twi-lek assailed the guards… The men saw her approach several meters away and despite their training they did take notice and interest. Puzzlement mixed with base nature interest caused them to focus perhaps too much attention on the approaching female. It was not a common site for such a specimen to enter the Imperial quarter and when it became clear that her destination was the checkpoint they were guarding, the unlocked their rifles and their sidearms. After they initially tried to dissuade her verbally, she remained adamant.
As the captain of the guard began his questioning he remained skeptical of her business with General Talsey, until he reported the woman higher up the chain of command. To his surprise the General himself responded and bid her to be escorted to his office.
Several dozen minutes later the twi-lek was left in a small antechamber that would lead to General Talsey's office...
Nase Talsey sat behind a black metal table, his features distorted by the many holographic interfaces that danced across the air in front of his glowing eyes. They moved quickly, processing information, one of the interfaces showed the captured picture of the twi-lek who he knew stood right outside his door. Imperial databanks were woefully inadequate and unfortunately he had no information on the twi-lek… Based on her dress, perhaps she was a simple messenger, but a messenger would not walk so confidently or hide blades… To come with simple blades, she must be confident in her skills. The General absent mindedly touched the hilt of his lightfoil. The weapon shipment was an essential one to arm the new recruits and Sons of the Empire activists.
"You may enter."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 4:51:18 GMT -8
MORNING OF SQUAD ASSIGNMENT
On the marching field a raised platform had been erected with several seats for Imperial officers and a podium placed in it's center. Several minutes ago a cadre of Imperial officers and training staff had taken their seats, looking out across the hundreds of new trainees that were now awaiting their squad assignments. While early in their military careers, only several weeks into the grueling training, squad assignment day and the subsequent training scenarios would determine the worth of each squad and the individuals within it. Many squads would succeed and prove themselves worthy, but the weak would be culled and the Imperial military would be stronger for it. The Corulag imperials unfortunately did not have the resources or time to invest in every inspired youth, only the best and brightest could be selected for the coming storm. Rows upon rows of the cadets stood eagerly awaiting the arrival of Major General Cornelius Krieger, one of the highest ranking Imperial officials on Corulag and the entire Republic controlled Core Worlds. The Major General in good time took his place behind the podium and began the ceremony. "You are the future of Corulag's security. Now more than ever our home world is threatened from without and from within, requiring the true sons and daughters of this glorious planet to rise and defend our home and our people. With such a great burden to place on the shoulders of so few we select only the best and strongest. Today you will be assigned your training squads and you will either succeed or fail together. Many of the people around you will fail… However, after the initial culling, your success rate will drastically improve. Without further ado, I shall read your squad assignments." The process took over an hour..."Nexu Squad will consist of Roth Taynt, Mors Umber, Horace Greeley, Roz Uk, Veela Parshina and Kavasta Churn…" They stood at attention the selected five hundred and over the course of the next few months they would be whittled down and when this had been achieved then the three hundred remaining would be joined by the three hundred finest from other academies and so the process went on, at the end of the year there would be a thousand men remaining, battle trained, rigorously tested and with a multitude of expertise, this would be the final squad. Roth had no idea what lay in store, apparently some point after basic training then they would begin training missions, and at the end of their first year the one thousand five hundred men would be sent on mission "Hellfire." One could tell just by looking into a soldier's eyes if they had lived through that mission, because you either lived, or you didn't, and that was the final refinement, five hundred would die, there was no question about it.
Yet to the fresh recruits it all seemed far away, and it was not real to them yet, this was exciting, and Roth could feel the buzz, yet soon the excited chatter was cut to a close and the group en-mass clicked their shining boots and stood at attention for one of the most decorated officers in the Imperial Army. There was a collective holding of breath as Major General Cornelius Krieger silently rose to the podium, his Eagle glare taking in the combined body of youths. His face set in a somber expression, here was a man who had seen it all and lived to tell the tale.
An entire hour passed and Roth held gulped as he heard his name called out by the mechanical droning tone of the General; Nexu squad. Then he frowned, for the names called out were not his bunk mates, he scanned the room for his Father and spotted him, but his Father's face was passive and did not look at Roth. Major Rawr Taynt was as Imperial as they came, Roth reckoned that if you cut him then he would bleed the Imperial colours. A strong and resolute man whose bravery was only spoken about in hushed whispers. Here was a man who did not wear his honor but was almost ashamed. A perfectionist; known to have brought back nine hundred men, and saved their lives in the battle of Kuat, but his Father would only reflect upon the one hundred whom he had lost.
He never spoke of any battle, or his entire service, always a closed book, but many knew the name and many looked at Roth, even now he could hear the whispered voices and feel the looks, and Roth wished he was just a regular recruit, but he wasn't, he had his Father's legacy weighing over him like an anvil ready to drop. Yet he held that steely Taynt determination, he would forge his own path and would not get by on his Father's merit. He recalled what his Father had said to him before he departed.
"I will tell all personnel, every trainer and every commander to treat you ten times harder then the dogs of slaves."
So it was, so it had been, but Roth knew that it would only make him harder and a better man and soldier for it.
Once the Major General had departed the Company were ordered to their assigned squads and were given a new set of uniforms emblazoned with the badge of their squad, Roth collected his and followed at the end of the line, Nexu squad moved to their collective accommodation put on their new uniform and awaitrf the sergeant who would next instruct the group.
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 7:03:25 GMT -8
At the reinforced gates of the Imperial quarter, where the heart of the Empire still pulsed with life, a scantily clad yellow skinned twi-lek assailed the guards… The men saw her approach several meters away and despite their training they did take notice and interest. Puzzlement mixed with base nature interest caused them to focus perhaps too much attention on the approaching female. It was not a common site for such a specimen to enter the Imperial quarter and when it became clear that her destination was the checkpoint they were guarding, the unlocked their rifles and their sidearms. After they initially tried to dissuade her verbally, she remained adamant.
As the captain of the guard began his questioning he remained skeptical of her business with General Talsey, until he reported the woman higher up the chain of command. To his surprise the General himself responded and bid her to be escorted to his office.
Several dozen minutes later the twi-lek was left in a small antechamber that would lead to General Talsey's office...
Nase Talsey sat behind a black metal table, his features distorted by the many holographic interfaces that danced across the air in front of his glowing eyes. They moved quickly, processing information, one of the interfaces showed the captured picture of the twi-lek who he knew stood right outside his door. Imperial databanks were woefully inadequate and unfortunately he had no information on the twi-lek… Based on her dress, perhaps she was a simple messenger, but a messenger would not walk so confidently or hide blades… To come with simple blades, she must be confident in her skills. The General absent mindedly touched the hilt of his lightfoil. The weapon shipment was an essential one to arm the new recruits and Sons of the Empire activists.
"You may enter." Four entered with a confident smile on her face, and while talking she didnt stop on her way to the chair opposing Nase.-4- "I am happy to meet you Fuhrer Nase Tasley, I have read a lot about you. I am Number Four, friends call me Four. I hope you will be calling me Four. I am a... friend of mr Fingruts. I must regretfully inform you that the business you had through mr Fingrut is not going to happen. Unfortunately, the men Mr Fingrut has hired to get you your merchandise have left the planet abruptly. Lucky for you, they have left the merchandise they brought, and I have taken possession of said merchandise. From now on, you are doing business with me. For your benefit I might add." She hastly looked around.-4- "Got any drink? I havent had a real drink in ten years. I was hoping someone of your rank might have an expensive minibar."
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Post by Nase Talsey on Feb 10, 2014 11:08:22 GMT -8
The twi-lek was an enticing specimen, though dressed wildly inappropriately for such a meeting. If Talsey had been perhaps a bit more pompous and the twi-lek a little less attractive he would have been insulted… However, as things stood, he enjoyed the view as the scantily clad woman sauntered towards him. The General maintained the floating holograms which obscured him from sight and would make it a bit more difficult to discern his movements. He was a cynic at heart and while this was among the more beautiful "messengers" he had received, he was not at all lulled by her womanly curves… Muscles tightened and his enhancements pumped adrenal stimulants into his bloodstream, heightening his senses.
"Calling me Fuhrer is perhaps a bit premature, especially since there seems to be a change of supplier and perhaps a change of plans with my weapons." Said Talsey in a neutral tone. The woman's presumptuous nature amused him as well as her story. A man like Fingrut had no friends and had he made a change in the middleman he would have informed Talsey first… Talsey considered whether he should look at this situation with more skepticism, however he decided against it, as long as he got his weapons, he care little how they were acquired. "Four, you may call me General Talsey. As for this new business arrangement, I am suspicious, however if you are able to deliver the arms and armor I require I will let your black market grudge matches escape my notice."
Talsey reached down to a small drawer and produced a bottle of Tarisian Ale, a favorite of his. The holographic interfaces disappeared as the general placed the bottle between them on the desk. "Now, Four, you claim you can be of more use than Mr. Fingrut. What services can you provide that he did not? And… more importantly, why have you replaced him?" Talsey unscrewed the top of the bottle and deftly poured two glasses of amber liquor.
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 18:15:40 GMT -8
Four slightly wrinkled her nose at the sight of the ale but manadged not to comment it. Simply, she was not an ale person but she wouldnt insult the General. She took the glass when offered.
-4- "Very simply, General. Mr Fingrut is a hedonistical man, as I am sure you know. And I am not replacing him, just pushing him out of harms way really. It was easy to gain access to his computer and his files, if you have support like I do. A great security risk there... But, I tapped it, and its on the house. The weapons are not. I want half the credits that you promised to the fools Fingrut hired. In return for the other half, you will use your influence on the customs patrolls to let a ship through now and then. Specific ships."
She reached slowly into her smoking and pulled out an ornate cigarette box. Taking a cigarette, she asked as if taken redhanded in the act.
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"May I?"
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 12, 2014 18:27:44 GMT -8
"Soviet" {NO DESIGNATION] GALSAF Black Operations Group Curamelle, Corulag 1020 hours, Local Time Soviet was looking down at the display monitoring the Twi'lek woman's location when Hoover's call came through. "What is it?" Hoover asked. Like usual, the other Operator was quick to answer. GALCOM already processed our request. The pilot's here. Soviet almost smiled, glad to hear news of reinforcements showing up to assist with the investigation. Leftenant @kaytra was as much a gunship pilot as she was a skilled commando, and was tasked with handling their extraction when the time came. "Good news, did she get set up at the safe house yet?" Soviet asked. Not yet, I haven't been able to meet with her since she arrived last night while you were on recce. Soviet looked up from his datapad. "Well tell her to leg it then, I need her out here for ISR." Hoover's chuckle sounded raspy over the comlink. Will do mate. Oh, and before I go, I traced that transmission from the holo-caf to Ryloth, but it all ends there. Whoever that Twi'lek's working for, they have people covering her shebs. Soviet frowned. This meant any information they could glean from the woman's identity and purpose would have to come from her own mouth, as task Soviet wasn't looking forward to. He thanked Hoover, then shut off the comm before returning his attention to the tracking display. The Twi'lek woman had been rather busy after leaving Soviet's speeder taxi the night before. Her work had ended with the deaths of a bar full of thugs and weapons dealers, the same group he'd been able to link back to Fingrut, the government aide. He'd already updated Hoover and sent his report off to GALCOM that a take over of sorts had been executed. The Twi'lek woman seemed to be taking control over the city's illicit weapons trade. As much as he wanted to figure out who the woman was, it was obvious to Soviet she was a peripheral task, an independent value in all this subversion and plotting. The real threat rested within Corulag's government, and the Imperial side was rank with it. Soviet's suspicions were confirmed when he tracked the woman to Nate Talsey's offices on the Imperial base. Before Soviet hadn't been sure Talsey was involved with the civil and political unrest boiling beneath Corulag's surface, though now he was certain. Talsey was the last piece of the puzzle Soviet had needed to complete the picture: A coup was in the making, and the Imperials, in conjunction with the system's private sector leaders, were planning on taking control of Corulag from the Republic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 16:49:55 GMT -8
*Kaytra stood at the bottom of the ramp of the YT-2400 freighter, taking in the night air. She glanced around at all the activity. Nothing here seemed out of the ordinary, at least to the eye anyway. Something was out of place, a sinister act was going on, finding it however was the problem. She pulled her Corellian flight jacket on over her armor and stepped off the loading ramp. The ramp closed behind her and locked with a hiss. She pulled the comlink out of her pocket and activated it.*
::Soviet, Hoover. I'm heading out. Ships on lock down.:: *She refrained from using names, who knew if the comlinks had been hacked. The less information she put out the better.* ::See you at the base soon. That is if you need anything before I get there::
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Mar 15, 2014 6:48:46 GMT -8
Its hard to hide the place you work at to get contacts, so Soviet and company would find the high scale striptease and Burlesque pub Four worked at. They even saw her at the café. She did know that other operatives work where she does, and she didnt fully believe the Imperial General that it wasnt his. Four was rather sure she was watched. She had spots she needed to frequent and her tail could always be retaken there. She did make sure to be in public places and was good at suddenly disapearing. A stealthbelt was rather helpfull in that.
About two weeks after the deal with the imperials, a pattern might show up on the criminal radar. In curamelle, and other major cities wile murders had happened. Low to middle rank drugdealers had been killed, with clear signs of interrogation techniques. Some mob captains and other criminal types were also hit. The media took this up and there were both reasoning behind illegal civil action, and victimless crimes where only the wicked is hunted. In truth, Four was climbing up the criminal ladders in every city. Funny enough, the times Soviet and gang couldnt find her in the city were the times these murders were done.
Four came to a new city, found the ghetto type living quarters and found herself drug dealers. Climbing up the ladder of rank through hunting and interrogation, she found the criminal bosses of every city and gave them an ultimatum masked as a business deal. The first hit was in a city on the other side of the planet, there, the crime boss was found with his family, servants, guards and even pets killed in the night. The bosses head never found. That was in a jar Four took with her to persuade the other crime bosses of this planet to agree to her ultimatum.
In two weeks, the planets bosses had agreed, all but one. The Boss of Curamelle, the strongest of them all.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 26, 2014 17:05:07 GMT -8
Hoover and Soviet [UNDESIGNATED] GALSAF Black Operations Group Market District, Curamelle, Corulag 1200 Hours, Local Time "We're wasting out time with this." Hoover muttered under his breath. Soviet nodded. "I agree. But since we lost tail of the Imperial there's not much else to go on." The two Black Operations Commandos were seated back-to-back on a pair of benches that rested near the edge of one of the Market District's main squares. Merchants, business types, and civilians engulfed the area, bustling around one another as they went about their daily business. The two men each held commlink's to their ears, though no calls were being made as they spoke to one another. Both were garbed in different attire, Hoover wearing a grey silk tunic and brown trousers with matching boots, Soviet wearing the loose-fitting yellow robes of a local market dealer. Two weeks prior they had been following a key Imperial military official they believed to be in close contact with Nase Talsey, the man they suspected of organizing the various disturbances throughout the system that had upset the Republic government's seat of power. The local civilian population, infuriated by the Republic's inability to combat the threat of the Sons of the Empire, a local political terrorist organization, were growing increasingly supportive of Imperial power and reliant on the Imperial military. Soviet had tracked down their original leads, but had been unable to come up with any new information linking Talsey to the disturbances. The only boon in intelligence they had gathered was in successfully linking the Imperial leader to the various corporations backing the majority of Imperial strength in the system, most of them equipped with defense contracts from the government itself. All this pointed to, unfortunately, was low-brow corruption, and proved nothing in the long run when it came to the coup both commandos suspected was in preparation. Their only remaining lead was a Twi'lek woman who had been seen engaging with various low level criminals. Soviet had connected the woman to a long string of murders and upsets amongst the many criminal gangs via careful surveillance and intelligence gathering. A handful of bribes and a score more interrogations had yielded the depressingly little information they now owned."She's all we've got right now, you know it." Soviet continued. Hoover scoffed. "A weak lead that's likely to end at a blank wall isn't a lead at all." He retorted, looking around the square and sipping at a small cup of local tea brew. "Again, it's all we've got. If we can catch her in contact with the Imperials again, then we can likely learn more." Soviet replied. Hoover wasn't buying it. "It doesn't matter, we can't get into the military compound. We can't get close enough to get that information."Soviet fell silent for a moment, nodding visibly to himself as he maintained the illusion he was carrying on an unrelated conversation via his commlink. "We could capture and interrogate her." He finally suggested. Hoover wrote the idea off immediately. "Maybe two weeks ago, when she hadn't murdered half the crime lords on Corulag. But that window's closed. She's likely got half the strength of the gangs behind her now. She has power."Soviet shook his head, his frustration building. "Then what do you propose, we close up shop?" Hoover shrugged, glancing another direction, his gaze landing on a rather attractive human woman. "Well?" Soviet bit out after a moment of silence between them. Hoover dragged his eyes away from the woman, focusing them elsewhere. "We need hard evidence. We can't eliminate Talsey and the others without it." It was Soviet's turn to scoff. "And how do you suggest we do that?" He demanded, forcing his voice to remain calm and low. Hoover almost smiled as an idea came to mind. "We already know the Imperials, especially Talsey have the corporate leaders in their pockets for whatever they do have planned. I doubt they all fell in line as smoothly as Talsey might have hoped. I'm sure there's one or two who's skin we could get under."Soviet smirked. "You think we should just start knocking on doors then, neh?" Hoover nodded in reply to his illusionary conversational partner. "Yes. We find the weak links in Talsey's chain and we prod them till they talk."Hoover's voice had taken a slightly dark turn of tone. "And once we have the proof we need, we go to the Republic government, help them gather the necessary resources to reaffirm their power from the Imperials, and then expose Talsey...publicly."Soviet took slight issue with the last part of Hoover's plan. "This is a world with a strong sense of Imperial culture and identity. Exposing Talsey publicly won't change everyone's mind in a day, and the loudest voices will cry foul play, accusing the Republic of acting as tyrants. Talsey has to step down himself, while the Republic reasserts their power. We have to strip him of his achievements." Soviet fell silent for a moment, his counter to Hoover's suggestions lacking a final solution. Soon, however, an idea struck him."We have to convince the Imperial military itself to remove Talsey from power."Hoover smiled, fully this time. "I like the way you think, my friend."Soviet maintained an expressionless visage. "I know." He pulled the commlink away from his ear, locking the device with the press of a button, then stowed it away in one of the pockets within his robes and walked away. Hoover remained behind, holding a false conversation on his own, before he too, left several minutes later.Hoover checked his commlink for messages as he left the public square. @kaytra had left him one not long before he'd met with Soviet in the Market District. He replied to the message, keeping his words short and succinct. <TEXT "HOOVER" -> "LT. TATHAM"> ::Don't stop anywhere, unless you pick up a tail. There're burner comms at the safehouse, switch your device out for a pair when you get there and text me back with the frequency. I'll be there soon.:: <END TEXT>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 19:11:08 GMT -8
*Kaytra received a TXT message from Hoover. The message was short and to the point, just like they should be on such a mission. Navigating her way through the streets, made it to the safe house. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she entered the room. She gave the room a quick glance before making her next move. Dropping her current comlink onto the table, she picked up several more. She stashed a few into her pocket before sending Hoover the frequency. Sitting down in a chair, she propped her feet up on a table, deciding to take a moment to gather her thoughts.*
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Apr 3, 2014 7:42:31 GMT -8
In the last couple interrogations of local curamelle criminals one thing came up as common knowledge. Something big is going to happen, and the yellow twilek was the center of it all. One of the interrogation subjects even dropped a clue that its about spice.
It was a coincidence that just when the commandoes got the sound of this the yellow twilek was gone. She didnt visit the post office as she usually did, nor the internet café, the stage was clear when it was her turn in the strip club and the condo she lived in was cleaned. She either skipped town or got ready for something big. Knowing her field profile, it didnt make sense why she would leave now that she had cemented her power over Corulag underworld.
It was simple. When you know you are watched and something important is happening, you relocate, preferably to a place close to your target location. That way, you can have full time surveillance on your field of work, getting used to your environment.
The humans here were in love with some stupid game. They needed a large field, two gates at either end, some lines to make the place look like a game stage and 22 gamers. One gamer in every gate, and 10 gamers in either team competing to get a ball inside the gates with their feet. Stupid fracking game according to Four. What that place did give was a perfect landing zone. Well kept, evenly levelled and large. The humans called it Football, but there were some discussion and even a couple fights over the designation "Soccer". It seemed to depend where you came from how you called it. Four made her new HQ on a loft in a poorer part of town. Here, people would do a lot for the right ammount of credits, like slicing powerlines to divert power illegally, not nosing around on the loft and keeping their kids inside at night. Most importantly, if you had the right ammount of credits and a weapon to back it up, they didnt as any questions, and even helped out, since they could get some help to their bills.
Four was working hard. She had to secure the place for unloading copious amounts of spice for five major mob gangs. She wasnt only concerned about outside hazards, the police force was partly in Tasleys hands, so they wouldnt bother but she still wasnt sure whom followed her and most importantly, the mob. These people were from different cities, different cultures and they have had problems in the past. Whoever has the spice she is about to hand them in this sale will own the Corulag underworld. If even one of them decides that he wants to be the big dog, they might just start a bloodbath right then and there on the footballfield. Or Soccerfield. Four was still unsure what it was called.
So, she needed some kind of way to hold them in line, keep the eyes and ears away, keep her own life and operation secure and secret and countersurveillance the ones surveillancing her surveillance. And she is alone. Lots of work to do.
First few days she was gone from Soviets eyes she had set up thermal shielding in her loft. Basically, she picked out a corner she liked the most and nailed thermal blankets to the wall. Then she installed the electronics. This way, if the building she was in would be checked over via thermal sensors nobody would be able to pinpoint her loft as a high-tech HQ, the thermal blankets spreading the computer heat. More importantly, it would be hard to find a warm body the same way. There are two entries (if you dont want to make your own), a window and a door. The door is boobytrapped with a bear trap falling down on anyone entering and not being alert over both. The electronics are rigged to melt down with a CommCall, and sensors in the building, roof and down on the street are set to alert if tebana gas or other checmicals used in ballistic or energy weapons are sensed.
Took her a week to set it up, and she still had three days to scout out the place, try to find who is local and who is there to pry. In two days, the projector would arrive. A very special projector.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 20, 2014 17:23:53 GMT -8
Four slightly wrinkled her nose at the sight of the ale but manadged not to comment it. Simply, she was not an ale person but she wouldnt insult the General. She took the glass when offered.-4- "Very simply, General. Mr Fingrut is a hedonistical man, as I am sure you know. And I am not replacing him, just pushing him out of harms way really. It was easy to gain access to his computer and his files, if you have support like I do. A great security risk there... But, I tapped it, and its on the house. The weapons are not. I want half the credits that you promised to the fools Fingrut hired. In return for the other half, you will use your influence on the customs patrolls to let a ship through now and then. Specific ships." She reached slowly into her smoking and pulled out an ornate cigarette box. Taking a cigarette, she asked as if taken redhanded in the act.-4- "May I?" The General handed off the glass to the woman and glanced down at a data screen, a mundane report from the Imperial Academy who had just graduated a new batch of cadets. The general's eyes found the Twi-lek's face and he raised a teasing eyebrow at her reaction to the drink. Tarisian Ale was potent stuff which is why he abstained from gracing his lips with the liquid. He listened intently as the yellow skinned beauty assessed his black market dealer's faults, interrupting only once to softly speak to his console to instruct it to pull up Fingrut's file. As the woman spoke, he typed, factoring in this outsider's opinion on his agent.
The woman impressed him, not insomuch as to gain his confidence or respect, but enough to capture his attention and heed her words. As she critiqued the security risk his pride threatened to rise up, however he reeled in his emotions. It was an egregious oversight on his part that his personal agent was such a liability. It required immediate damage control and he considered silencing Fingrut and perhaps even this unknown, yet skilled player. Nase looked through his hi-sense enhanced eyes, the inner computer calculating telemetry for possible avenues of his attacks and the woman's responses. It took imperceivable seconds for his brain to receive the analysis and his mind to contemplate it, by now his fingers had stopped typing and muscles rippled.
Moving in his seat slightly, the Imperial officer looked as if he was about to rise. He was stopped however by the woman's insistence that he pay her half the agreed amount for the weaponry he needed to arm the rebels. His attack interrupted, he covered his movements by shifting in his seat, settling down once again and turning his calculating mind away from attack and towards the conversation. His voice was measured and steady when he asked "I trust the fools Fingrut hired are… Dead? As you have so quickly and bluntly pointed out I seem to have an increasing number of liabilities, I would hate to leave that particular black market scum with information that may compromise my plans." He let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "It would be a great benefit to Corulag that you only request half the agreed amount for black market weaponry, however it is with some trepidation that I accept your offer at face value. The exorbitant sum Fingrut's contacts demanded and my compliance was due to the unfortunate reality that the Republic strictly monitor import/exports and my forces specifically. If I can't use my influence to hide smugglers in my payroll, what makes you think I can allow your ships enter our airspace? I am a General, not an Admiral." The General did not mention that the Imperial officer in charge of their small fleet, Vice-Admiral Horhoven was a disgrace to his uniform. General Talsey held the man in contempt. Horhoven was the worst sort of Imperial, an Imperial without spine, one who wore his uniform yet conformed to Republic oversight and practiced appeasement. He and his likeminded command staff foolishly believed in the status quo, yet their short sighted ideology would ensure that the spirit of the empire would die with them as they refused to perpetuate imperial glory and instead bowed to the Republic. Horhoven was certainly a key player in Talsey's plan, a player that needed to be eliminated. If the Twi-lek woman was determined to have her ships slip undetected onto Corulag then perhaps he could pit her against the dear Rear-Admiral.
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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 9:04:01 GMT -8
She lit the cigarette. Inhaled and exhaled with great pleasure.
-4- "I dont leave traces behind. Only bodies."
She took the beer and pulled, nearly jugging half of it in one go. Exhaled in pleasure again.
-4- "You seem to be a capable man, General. I am sure you can menage something. It would bring great prize in the future. Small arms are nice to have, but you keep me close, and you may get armoured units, fighters, ships even. All we need is a line in. But that is not why I am here. I am here to set a new deal. I am prepeared to sell you a Media victory over the republic. would you like to be the man who stops organised crime on Corulag?"
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 11:57:17 GMT -8
Well at least he wouldn't have to worry about the black-market dealers, a small consolation, but an appreciated one. The twi-lek certainly seemed to enjoy her vice as her pull from the alcohol indicated along with her flippant use of tobacco. Talsey brought his gloved hands together and tented his fingers, adopting a look of consideration. He mulled her offer in his minds for a few moments. It was certainly a tempting offer, as tempting as any of the bribes and deals he had worked out with Core Guard Security Services, Imperial Officers and Republic officials. However as a man who made such deals, he knew you seldom approached someone with an offer that did not benefit you more than your partner. Talsey was shrewd and subtly he slid his hands across his keyboard, trying to dig up any additional information on this woman.
She had been thoroughly scanned and in the time she had passed through the security checkpoints, his intelligence officers were striving to dig up any and all information on the mysterious twi-lek. Unfortunately little information existed which left Talsey with both begrudging respect at her anonymity and annoyance. Before he could accept the offer he would endeavor to learn all he could. Pump her for information so to speak.
"Crullov City? You refer to our planet's notorious criminal city?" He asked calmly. Talsey's plans focused around the capital of the planet where it's most powerful defenses and structures were located. He found the criminal city there useful for the moment as it distracted and discredited the Republic, however if she could ensure him victory in a raid there with his army troopers… An impressive offer. "Also, I would like to know who this "we" is. You are not acting alone, of that I am certain, the fact that we have little to no information on your person means that you are a ghost and ghosts do not survive without benefactors. I suspect you are an agent representing whom?"
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