Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 9, 2015 18:20:07 GMT -8
Traffic zipped in and out of the system in a consistent flow under the watchful of the Emerald Blades. One of the patrols near the entry of the space lanes noted a Sith Infiltrator entering their controlled space. However they simply stood guard like they always have, paying the ship no mind. While it was very uncommon for anybody other than a sith to own one of these vessels, it wasn't necessarily rare on Serenno. Many collectors resided here, and it was known that several counts tended to tread the darker line of things.
But as a public comm line opened up with the mention of a contract for the Emerald Blades, the planetary command was immediately overridden by Admiral Zenos of the Emerald Blades' 5th Fleet. Getting up from his chair, he activated his headpiece and made his way to the hanger. He motioned for several guards to follow him. This is Admiral Zenos of the Emerald Blades. If you would like to negotiate a contract, proceed to to the hanger of the Acclamator 'Condottiere'. There, I will meet you and we can discuss terms.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 9, 2015 18:38:06 GMT -8
Copy that Admiral Zenos. Approaching now.
Bedrovelse scans the fleet for the Condotierre and locks autopilot for docking. His ship floats slowly toward the hangar. The bustle was almost claustrophobic. Even with autopilot the beads of sweat crept out from his hairline and slid down his face. As the ship sets down in the hangar, he could observe soldiers moving around in formations and some coming toward his ship.
He rises from the cockpit and descends the ramp. Bedrovelse wears black robes and his krayt dragon mask. The mouth was open, though small dagger like teeth wove over it. Protected, but Hevn would be audible from within it. The eyes were small thin horizontal slits from behind which his pale sapphire eyes could be seen. The details of the reptile were most evident in the small horns poking out the front of his hood at the cheek and forehead. He wears only the lightsaber clipped to his belt as a weapon. Striding onto the hangar floor he crosses his arms and waits patiently for the admiral.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 9, 2015 21:07:57 GMT -8
Admiral Zenos stepped into the hanger just as Bedrovelse crossed his arms. He noted the Krayt dragon mask, a most impressive artifact. This combined with the Infiltrator hinted that he was indeed a Sith, which made him wonder if this intricately crafted mask had any... powers within it. Regardless, he motioned to the robed figure to follow him. Turning on his heel, the admiral walked down the hallway he had come from to a doorway on the right. The two of them were escorted by four soldiers, two of which stood outside the door and two who stepped inside and stood within.
Within the briefing room was a large table lined with comfortable chairs, a single holoprojector sitting in the middle of the table. Admiral Zenos stepped inside and sat on one side of the table, motioning for Bedrovelse to take a seat opposite from him. Once they were settled in, Zenos activated the holoprojector and pulled out a keyboard for it. "Greetings, sir. You can call me Zenos if you would like. You may start whenever, but take your time. We are intrigued to hear what you have for us."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 9, 2015 22:11:07 GMT -8
Hevn sits as directed. Getting comfortable in his chair, and taking in the surroundings of the room. The pause was almost uncomfortably long as he peered back and forth through the restricting slits of the mask. Bedrovelse speaks with a slightly mechanical whine to his soft voice.
"Thank you, Zenos."
Hevn glances down at the keyboard. Then to each of the guards before looking at Zenos again.
Ears abound, and of course he would log the contract. The Reavers had been less formal, the Emerald Blades were of prestige rather than infamy. This was a different breed of soldier. He was going to have to weave his words carefully for this one. A skill he possessed, but had not exercised since his visit to Hoth.
"I am Bedrovelse. I have come to contract the Emerald Blades on behalf of the democracy of Muunilinst. Since the destruction of the Dark Jedi Order, the Banking Clan has attempted to overthrow the government and instate a aristocracy. They're trying to control the planet with their wealth, and have frozen the assets and heirlooms of my Brothers in the vaults of their headquarters. I intend to retaliate by crippling and distracting the clan, attacking them toe to toe while they're spread out asserting their influence. It is only a matter of time before they are reinforced by more than the nobles. I intend to do as much damage as I can, reclaim whatever credits and items I can, and share those profits with those whom accept my contract. Your company will take a share of the credits seized before we must escape. This is a hit and run to knock them off balance."
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 10, 2015 13:47:42 GMT -8
Zenos listened carefully, nodding as Bedrovelse laid out the groundwork of the contract. The keyboard in front of him wasn't to record the conversation, as they had an audio recorder for that. No, the keyboard was used for key notes and manipulating the holo projector between them. As their client went over the broader details, the admiral typed in a few commands and brought up a projection of Muunilinst. On the projection were notable cities, topographic display of the terrain, and the general flow of traffic in orbit based on the popular space lanes.
"This contract sounds like something we can accomplish. The involvement of the Banking Clan will require us to keep our anonymity during this operation, as they are a wealthy organization and have hired us on occasion. However, this will not effect our performance during this operation. That being said, we'll accept this contract if you would like to divulge the details in our part of the operation. I would like to note that our fleet capabilities are limited to getting troops in and out of engagement, and are not available for hire in terms of space-based combat."
Admiral Zenos took the keyboard and slid it over to Bedrovelse, allowing him to make edits to the hologram to detail their part in the operation.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 11, 2015 12:27:04 GMT -8
Bedrovelse grins behind his mask, through the teeth of the krayt.
Anonymity? Someone poor boot lick was going to be scrubbing Emerald Blade emblems off of transports and the thought of it humored him. Bedrovelse was thrilled to have gotten this far though. Impressively unbiased as far as he could tell so far.
"Understood. Anonymity would be best for both our cases, Zenos. This mission is going to have some aftershock."
Hevn delicately maneuvers the keyboard with his prosthetic hands.
"My inside man will clear us the space lanes required for safe passage through orbit, and misdirecting the planetary forces. I have another force prepared for the initial assault. What I require of the Emerald Blades is a counter garrison for their reinforcements. Their collections division will deploy Hailfire Droids and other fast moving shock troops that will overwhelm the bank if not disposed of quickly and decisively. The banking nobles will be deploying troops at various intervals that I need thinned out and distracted while completing the transfer of credits and acquisition of artifacts. Your platoons will be responsible for the open urban combat outside the bank. Are these acceptable circumstances?"
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 11, 2015 13:33:12 GMT -8
Zenos nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the hologram and his mind on the mission.
"They are quite acceptable conditions. As long as you can promise the protection of my fleet in orbit, both for entry and withdrawal, you have a deal. Everything within the atmosphere will be on us, as we have the necessary forces. If you have coordinates on the building we will be protecting, we can begin the planning process for combat as soon as we sign on to the contract."
Zenos nodded to the guards, and one of them turned and exited the room. A few moments later he returned with a datapad, which he placed next to Hevn. On it were the usual terms and conditions of hiring a PMC, which included confidentiality of their clients. At the bottom was a line for a signature.
"...If I may, could I ask what force will be prepared for the initial assault? I'm just curious as to whom I will be working beside."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 11, 2015 15:23:12 GMT -8
The grin persists beneath the mask, a devious smile flickering between every word. Hevn removes a datapad from his robes, and links them. The blueprints of the bank and it's surrounding terrain were laid out, along with all details Hevn had collected on security patterns, army locations, and patrol movements.
"I assure your fleet's safety. The Muun's radar will be disabled, and defenses engaged. Anything coming out of hyperspace will prompt immediate withdrawal from battle unless the others of my employ can take care of it. "
Bedrovelse returns his datapad to the confines of his robe. Gazing across the table he trains his eyes intently on the Admiral. Malice still alight on his lips.
"Answering that question would betray of them the anonymity you have asked for yourself, Zenos. You will know when you see them in action. I prefer your focus remain on your involvement. They will create the chaos in which I need your organization to operate calmly and orderly. I have approached the Emerald Blades trusting that being based on Serenno, your advanced urban warefare unit would prove an excellent support on Muunilinst."
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 11, 2015 17:21:06 GMT -8
Zenos leaned forward and examined the finer details that illuminated themselves on the projection. This was everything they needed and more for this operation. With this level of intelligence they might be able to hit key targets on their way to the defensive perimeter, slowing the enemies reaction time by several moments. Despite not knowing who they would be fighting with, this particular item cast off any doubts of accepting this contract.
The admiral nodded to Hevn's response, a slight smile on his face. His response betrayed more about the cooperating group than Bedrovelse let on. Unless the Sith was intentionally keeping it vague to satisfy the Emerald Blades interests.
"I understand completely. I was just... curious, is all. And yes, there aren't as many private military contractors out there with our level of skill and experience. I would normally task our regular units with this, who by themselves are more than capable of handling this situation even if the numbers you have here were doubled. But after what I've seen here and how important this operation is, I'm inclined to send in the next tier of men that we have. The best available.... Free of extra charge of course. Their specialties in urban combat will be invaluable." He paused for a moment, motioning for the guard again. The soldier left the room, returning a few moments later with a bottle of Whyren's reserve and two glasses. Zenos motioned to the map displayed before them. "Think of this as an incentive to contract us in the future, if you'd like."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 13, 2015 3:41:39 GMT -8
Bedrovelse greedily eyes the glass in front of him, before returning his gaze to Zenos.
"With all do respect Admiral. Success is the only incentive. Precisely why I desire the Emerald Blades at my back. I am pleased and humbled by your accommodations Zenos. You are generous to offer warriors of such caliber. "
Hevn drops his neck in a casual but evident bow. Stiffly accomplished by his cybernetics.
"Your best will be most welcome and appreciated. I should like to see them survive and enjoy the wealth and glories of my designs."
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 13, 2015 6:57:28 GMT -8
Zenos noted Bedrovelse's extended gaze on the reserve, pouring a generous amount in both glasses. He slid one Hevn's way.
"You are quite right, success is imperative. Which is exactly what you will get with these soldiers."
Holding up his glass in a toast, he nodded to their new client.
"Let us salute to this new relationship, and to the soldier's inevitable victory over the Banking Clan's forces."
He gestured with his free hand to the datapad that resided near Bedrovelse.
"Whenever you are ready, simply place your signature. Then I can officially get the planning phase started and the soldiers prepared for this engagement."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 13, 2015 14:20:59 GMT -8
Hevn raises his glass in toast, giving the liquid a swirl and eyeing it suspiciously for peculiarities. A habit he quickly realized was unnecessary. He sets his glass down, and accepts the datapad. Racing a signature across it 'Bedrovelse Hevn'.
"To new allies and impending victory, Zenos."
Hevn lifts his mask ever so slightly to access his mouth. His thick cybernetic jaw parted to show white teeth lodged in grey gums. Tilting the glass back he savors every drop of flame licking it's way down his throat. Hevn sets the glass back down, and returns his mask to place.
"How soon can such a force be prepared? Haste is of the essence."
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 13, 2015 19:35:41 GMT -8
"To imminent victory indeed."
Lifting the glass to his lips, he drained the glass of it's contents and placed it gently back on the table. He contemplated for a moment, staring at the glass on the table while he processed an accurate estimate as to when the soldiers could be assembled. Sure it could be extremely fast, but he wanted to give them at least a few moments to breathe and make sure they had all the necessary gear.
"An hour and a half at most. I can have them in hyperspace and en route to whatever rendezvous point you provide, or even Muunilinst if you wish. They can prepare themselves and don the appropriate gear while in transit. We have a ship without identification markings on stand-by to deliver them."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 14, 2015 3:32:52 GMT -8
Behind the mask Hevn's eyes widened slightly.
That was an unreal response time for such an arduous task. These Emerald Blades were more impressive than he was prepared to give them credit for. His assault could begin at any moment, a thought he relished with great pleasure.
"Excellent. I will comm your organization, or yourself personally if you prefer, when preparation are complete. I would take my leave of you now, if arrangements are complete."
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 14, 2015 19:55:29 GMT -8
Zenos stood from his seat, nodding slightly to the guards. One of them stepped over and opened the door for them. Zenos reached into his breast pocket and handed Bedrovelse a card with more specific communication instructions.
"Here, this will connect you with one of our operation channels. Just give them the green light. I'll have the men in a ship and ready to make the hyperspace jump shortly after your departure."
Glancing down at the fairly rare bottle of Whyren's Reserve, he placed the top back on it before handing it to Bedrovelse.
"And here, something for the road. It'll go to waste here on this ship."
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 15, 2015 4:10:54 GMT -8
Hevn stood as well, mirroring the Admiral. He nodded in understanding as Zenos handed him the card. At the Whyren's Reserve he could not help but smile. If the Admiral's goal was to let slip some sign of humanity from the Jen'jidai it had at last been found. He smiled wide and broad through the krayt teeth as he accepted the bottle.
The one thing most of the Jen'jidai of old had in common it was a taste for alcohol. As of currently Hevn's ship was void of it and had been for far too long. A pleasing gift to Bedrovelse.
Bedrovelse attempted to register with Zenos a form of recognition and thanks as he spoke. Friendlier than his exceptionally cold demeanor often allowed.
"I owe you one. I will be in contact."
Another four soldiers escorted him from the room as he strode away from Zenos. They directed him through the ship to the hangar his Infiltrator was docked. Boarding, he uncorks the bottle, and pours a little Reserve in his mouth. He swishes it, savoring the burn in his mouth. It was one of the few sensations his mostly metal mouth allowed him. His eyes scan the hangar once before the green light to fly turns on. His ship rises and directs itself to the edge of planetary traffic. With a zip it launches into hyperspace.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 16, 2015 16:13:11 GMT -8
Hevn activates the comm line he was given.
Mission is a green light.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 6:27:22 GMT -8
Light and space bending and warping, a Lormar-class refinery station exited hyperspace in orbit around Serenno. A seemingly routine communication to Serenno orbital control followed, in which the station was granted clearance and a flight path for geosynchronous orbit. On board, the station held the following, taken (legitimately) from Vandelhelm in the course of the stations tenure in Vandelhelm service.
These materials were of scarce use to the station, and to the stations owner as well. Indeed, the minerals in their entirety were offloaded from the station in the form of hard credits, favors, and various other sundry items while the stations manager took a shuttle down to the surface.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 13:03:16 GMT -8
A Kossak-class frigate exits hyperspace, and heads towards the Lormar-class refinery station in orbit. The Samuac onboard had been given explicit instructions to capture the (abandoned) station at all costs. And, comming the station, offered employment services to the station. Well, the guise of employment services; it was true, that most if not all of the ores onboard had already been offloaded and dispersed into the Serenno market, but, the station itself, was very much cut off from their employer. Enter the Quincy - offering employment, a planet of harbor, and various other dealings, the Frigate arranged to dock with the station in order to meet with the stations foreman.
Lengthy talks revealed that the Quincy, now in control of the government of Fresia, had great need for refinery ability and other such capability - and, after assuring the station manager that they would be greatly compensated, the Kossak-class frigate disembarked and jumped back to hyperspace. After several hours, the station jumped to hyperspace as well, its destination Fresia, intent to continue talks of employment and potential recruitment into the Fresian mining guilds ranks.
(Note: This is part of a take over RP of abandoned uni property. I am not seizing any ore or other valuables, as it was RPed that said items were transported to the surface. It should be noted that if anyone has a claim on this station, that I have NOT claimed it, but have rather begun an RP that will take place in Fresia orbit to RP the claiming of this station. Please PM if there are any disputes on any level whatsoever - I am more than happy to resolve them via PM or through official channels, thanks.)
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 22, 2016 5:52:41 GMT -8
An ancient D5 Mantis-class patrol vessel emerges from hyperspace, and angles toward the surface of Serenno. Specifically, Villa Contessa. Inside the cockpit of the Mantis, Galdaart Fel's mind is filled to bursting with the possibilities: a set of coordinates given him by a man frozen in carbonate for twenty-odd years, to enter and follow blindly, in hopes that a) there was not a garrison of Imperial troops waiting for them,  that the Villa itself still existed, and if so, existed in the state, and controlled by the faction / family that his passenger recalls from his fractured past, c) that this man would react in a level-headed fashion should it all fall apart, as it was bound to do (with his luck) and d) that this man would in fact pay him as promised, and had the means to do so regardless of what they found at the approaching coordinates.
Fel didn't want to have to take a hard line against his passenger. But make no mistake: he was there to do the job. The job was to deliver this man to his destination, and receive pay as agreed. This pay was to fund Fel's search, which was the real job. As Fel saw it, the job was not open-ended. There were not twenty ports-of-call with this passenger in tow, should any of the above concerns become the reality.
Normally, that would mean only an increase in pay, following a renegotiation. But he simply didn't have time to see it through.
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that the Villa itself still existed, and if so, existed in the state, and controlled by the faction / family that his passenger recalls from his fractured past, c) that this man would react in a level-headed fashion should it all fall apart, as it was bound to do (with his luck) and d) that this man would in fact pay him as promised, and had the means to do so regardless of what they found at the approaching coordinates.