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| Post #1 27 Dec 2010, 20:51 | Commander Khaler |
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Kroakia, a small inhabited planet on the outer rim, just on the borders of the Empire's territory. A small world, it nonetheless possessed an abundance of farm lands and rich natural landscape filled with breathtaking plains. In other words, it was exactly the kind of world the Empire really didn't care about. Didn't care about, except for two things - the planet of Kroakia was one of the few worlds where burka weed, a valuable spice and luxury item that could double as a deadly poison, could be grown and exported; and the planet was suffering from extreme civil unrest as the result of some rebel instigators who had the simple farming communities all in an uproar. Normally, of course, this wouldn't be a problem. The Empire would come in, turbolasers blazing and dropships landing, and would swiftly crush all resistance. However, Burka weed was extremely delicate, and several high-ranking Moffs had special interests in the plant's ability to remain commercially viable. This conflict of interests would certainly led to an argument between the armed forces and the moffs if Commander Khaler hadn't seen an opportunity - an opportunity he was now here to exploit. Khaler sat down in a small wooden chair inside of the safe house he and his special operatives were currently hiding in. There were rebel leaders here, determined to help the tiny farm world of Kroakia free itself from the evils of Imperial shackles. Most people didn't realize the usefulness of the Burka weed, and its value was kept secret - mostly because those who purchased it held it in such high esteem for its double use. The rebel instigators here were probably not all that high ranking, but they probably did know where or who other high ranking individuals were. Khaler and his men were there to reinforce the skeleton Imperial force maintained on the planet, but mostly to infiltrate the rebel meetings and find out who the leaders of this resistance were on this world. With a good list of names, Imperial assassins could make the rebellion shrink back in terror, keeping them from spreading. Khaler checked his chrono. Any minute now, one of his men would be arriving at a riot at the world's largest settlement, Ospa Rey, dressed as a farmer and determined to join in the riots, where Imperial soldiers were desperately attempting to control the situation with a single garrison of Stormtroopers and one AT-ST. Khaler made sure his comlink was set to the right channel, and waited. His man would have backup in the riot should things go awry, but at some point he would have to put his trust in the lad's training to get him in where he needed to be. Once they had the meeting place and confirmed the people they wanted were there, the rest of the squad could get in there and do a snatch-and-grab in a show of force that would probably break any spirit of rebellion on this world. After that, it would just be a matter of leaving and interrogating. Then, Khaler would grab a drink before his next assignment. Khaler watched the chrono strike noon, making it about nine in the morning local time. "I'm here, and moving in to join the rioting." Came a voice over the comlink. "Perfect." Khaler said with a dark smile. "Find someone to latch on to that can lead to the sons of gundarks, and get their trust. Com in if you need anything." |
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| Post #2 28 Dec 2010, 22:56 | Jon Pinnat |
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Jon was feeling in over his head. A lot. Granted, it had been like this for a long time. After stealing the data and pretty much running away from his former life thing had started to unravel with increasing speed. The first few days had been fine. He'd planned out an escape route, several stops and ways to obscure his tracks on the way, but finally even that planning had run out. Now he was at the back of beyond, named Ospa Rey, kindof going in a day-to-day schedule, trying to keep working his way into the ranks of the rebels - his only hope of ever achieving his goals - without sticking out his head too much. Lately he had found out that the latter part was getting harder and harder. Gaining the trust of one side simply required doing a little more than just sit around. True, he had been able to provide some valuable information, but could that just have been placed as a baid to get him access? Absolutely. No, he could not blame anyone for being cautios. While he at first glance seemed part of the mob, his attention was elsewhere entirely. Today his job was easy. Just stay with the crowd and keep a level head watching out for the additional imperial troops that were expected at any moment. An early warning would greatly help with dispersing in time, and especially for the rebel contacts to get out and slip away. There was nothing in sight, though, surprisingly. Wasn't the empire doing anything? Jon would be glad if that were true, but it was unlikely. With every passing minute he became more and more nervous, until he decided he did not need to stay near the crowd per se but would see much better from the roof of one of the buildings. Raising a warning should be just as effective from up there. He quickly ducked into an alley and looked for an easy way to scale the wall. Thankfully even in this town the buildings were built much the same as the farm houses everywhere on the planet, with a rough surface which with a little effort offered enough handholds. Just as he was about to start climbing, Jon had the feeling of being watched, but when he turned to look back the way he had come no one was in sight. "You're jumping at shadows." he chided himself, and started on his way up. |
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| Post #3 29 Dec 2010, 06:21 | Commander Khaler |
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"Well, any progress?" Khaler demanded, looking over the monitors that kept the statuses of the units under his command. "Yes Sir, I think I may have found a prime target at two o'clock." Reported IC-447, a lad named Joel Githard. Githard was one of Khaler's best infiltrators, and would be the one playing the role of a prospective rebel. With an athletic build, and earnest, almost farmboy-ish features topped by a tousle of dark hair, Githard definitely looked the part. He was bugged with a special issue comm that could make it past most security sweeps and blended into his ear, as well as a camera lens contact that sent a live feed to Khaler's monitors. "I see him." Khaler said, spotting a nervous looking man in his mid twenties glancing around. The boy seemed too skittish to be real rebel material, but he certainly was affiliated with someone who didn't want imps around. "He's on the move Sir, permission to follow and start up a conversation?" Asked IC-447. "Permission granted. IC-448, IC-891, give cover to '47 but stay hidden. We don't want anyone getting spooked just yet." Said Khaler, ignoring the chorus of "Yes Sir". Githard began to push his way through the mob, keeping a steady eye on the nervous kid, but staying out of sight. Soon, he had followed the guy into an alley. The man began to climb up a building, which piqued Khaler's curiosity. Was he a scout or something? If so, he would obviously be bugged. "Stay sharp, '47, I think this one's our guy." IC-447 didn't respond. Rather, he ducked behind the cover of some waste receptacles as the target looked back, obviously suspicious. Khaler grimaced. The target was on high alert, and his senses were sharp. He was obviously up to something, and was a man on the run from the law. Githard would have noticed this too, and began to approach cautiously. Once the man looked away. Climbing up the building after him, Githard kept his hands visible and his eyes on the target. The Elite Stormtrooper had received training of the top degree from Khaler himself, and was ready to use it if need be, but didn't want to target to know that. He walked with a carefully honed, nervous but innocent stance that was careful to give no hint of combat training to the experienced eye. Looking at the crowd for a mere second, Githard smiled nervously, as if approaching someone who could maybe get him in contact with the rebels. "You scared too, or are you here for a reason?" He asked. Edited by Commander Khaler, 29 Dec 2010, 06:51.
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| Post #4 29 Dec 2010, 22:00 | Jon Pinnat |
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Although this was the perfect vantage point for someone who wanted a goo overview of what was happening, Jon hadn't expected anyone else to be up here. In fact, he was heavily startled by the man and had to fight hard not to show it, or not to show it too much at least. A little was alright, fitting even. "Yeah, that crowd is making me nervous. There's too many people in one place." he said. This was true enough, although not the full truth entirely. The whole situation was making him nervous. Well, what's new? He hadn't been sleeping well for weeks. As he spoke, he kept glancing around, in what he hoped would appear like normal behavious for a scared citizen. Conversation might be good way to pass the time, but right now it distracted him from his task. In between Jon took the time to study the man in front of him. There was nothing out of the ordinary that he could see, although he would be the first to admit that he was not the best candidate for judging character. He knew computers, data, and was close to being able to read data streams without decoder, but people? You didn't meet a lot of those in a data center. "Do you live around here?" he asked, thinking that small talk might be asked for, and hoping the question would cover up some more glancing around. A moment later he realized how stupid the question was. Anyone living nearby would be at home, not hiding out on a roof. Oh well.. |
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| Post #5 30 Dec 2010, 00:25 | Commander Khaler |
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Khaler smiled, the kid was biting. Now Githard just had to play his cards right, and get help when needed. Githard just smiled with the perfect amount of shyness. "Yeah I know, right? The Imps are too quiet, and they're still using stun blasters. Something is about to happen." He managed to say tensely. Khaler simply set his jaw and prepared to send the orders when needed. Githard had just given them the go ahead to get him the necessary help soon. Githard then responded to the next question. "No, I'm no local." He laughed. "I'm just here looking to, uh, you know, find some friends with similar political dispositions." He said, looking like he was ready to run if the boy turned out to be hostile to rebels, a fact Khaler seriously doubted. Githard then took the opportunity to extend his hand to the man in front of him. "I'm Zak Dalton, from Fondor. Who are you?" Khaler got the message immediately. "Fondor" was code to enact the trust plan if the target seemed friendly enough and turned out to be rebel material. If the lad showed signs of being a promising person to follow, Khaler would send the order to the local garrison and his men to step into action. The AT-ST would step out of the barracks and face the crowd, and reinforcements would join the half of the garrison that was already there. What's more, IC-448 would fire with his sniper rifle from his hidden location. Githard would be quick to act, however, and would "save" the target's life by tackling him, as he would receive a countdown to the shot. Then, presumably, they could make their escape and Githard could continue to gain trust until he was where he needed to be. Khaler allowed himself a predatory smile. That's when the real fun would start. |
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| Post #6 31 Dec 2010, 21:53 | Jon Pinnat |
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This time Jon couldn't quite hold back a frown. He would never have been this straightforward. Of course, there were a xillion people down there right now openly expressing their political views, so maybe this man's declaration wasn't that bold after all. No was jon would be this open - not with the truth in any case. "Teran Lionn, from Natau III" he said. he said, shaking the offered hand. The planet truly existed, but that was about it. Once more he glanced around, not completely giving up any pretense to do anything other than keep a lookout. "I am not sure if something's about to happen, but I don't like being surprised. I don't know about you, but once things get rough, I'd like to get out of here early on." Which was perfectly in tune with his instructions. Just raise the alarm and then run like a mad Bantha. Part of him almost wished that would happen, so he could get this tension and constant worry out of his system. Some friendly conversation, even if just insignificant chatter, might not be such a bad idea to relax a little. By now Jon was pretty sure this man posed no immediate danger. "So, what brings you to Kroakia? This is hardly a tourist attraction.. Sith!" This had been a bit too much relaxation. For just a few moments Jon had allowed himself to become distracted, and had missed the first signs of walkers approaching! Thankfully the vantage point on the roof did prove its worth and he'd still spotted them early enough to raise the alarm. With one big leap, he was at the edge, crouching to shout down the warning. AT-ST approaching from South-East. Make that South-East and South-West. He had to repeat his call three times until enough people picked it up and things started to move down there. |
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| Post #7 1 Jan 2011, 07:40 | Commander Khaler |
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Githard was quick to act. Looking out in alarm, he lunged towards Teran in an effort to take him to the ground and out of the path of the blaster bolt that IC-448 had just fired from the cover of another building. If successful, he would have successfully saved the other man's life in what would appear to have been a very brave act. If he was successful, Githard would help Jon off the roof, and propose they escape somewhere safe. If that were allowed to happen, Khaler would keep watching, and IC-891 and IC-562 would follow just outside of visual range, but close enough to come and help Githard if needed. However the situation worked out, the crowd was scattering and running to whatever holes thy could find. The AT-ST didn't have a stun setting, and was blasting chunks out of the earth as it vaporized anyone fool enough to try and out up a fight. Khaler would have normally chuckled, but they were at the make-or-break point of the operation. Either this "Teran" cooperated and they got what they wanted, or they would have to take him captive and see what he knew. Either way, he couldn't be allowed to get out of here alive, not if Khaler's plan was to succeed. Commander Jak Khaler leaned back for a moment and considered what the effects of failure would be in this instance. Not mch besides some unhappy rich pricks. And Khaler was too experienced and had too much history to be fired that easily. No, the people of Kroakia were obviously not ready for any real fighting, and the planet would fall easily enough. The only question was how many people had to die before they were able to get to the rebels here. |
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| Post #8 1 Jan 2011, 22:33 | Jon Pinnat |
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Finally the crowd started moving, and Jon felt greatly relieved. Just a few moments later and he would have failed his task, simple as it was. Now he only had to get back and see what the big boys had planned next. He was aware that so far he was still more or less on probation, being tested about his dedication, his skills, and his willingness to cooperate. He was just about turning to leave when suddenly Zak made a lunge at him. Jon didn't have any combat training, nor very good instincts in terms of fighting, so even though the move startled him, he did not put up much resistance when pulled down to lie flat on the roof. What in the name of... Even as he was trying to figure out what was happening, Jon saw the blaster bolts flash by. All of a sudden he wished he could lie even more flat than he already was. His heart thudded in his chest, reminding him once again that he was a data technician and not made for this kind of thing. Well, it looked like he had to learn. Somehow he managed not to shake and keep his voice steady when he finally sat up. "Thank you. I think you just saved my life." Scrambling to his feet, he couldn't get off that roof fast enough. The alley felt a lot safer. More cover at least. And now? Somewhere safe, yes. The rebel meeting point sounded like the first idea for that, only that he had been instructed to take a detour and wait at least half an hour before showing up there, not to mention that he was supposed to come alone. Biting his lip, he thought about it for a moment. From what he saw Zak would be a good candidate. On the other hand, they had just met, and Jon himself wasn't exactly fully accepted yet. Security just demanded you didn't bring along every person you came across, no matter how much gratitude you felt. So where would he go now? "I passed an empty workshop on my way here ealier. That should be safe enough for a while, if you don't mind hiding out for a bit." With walkers about, who wouldn't want to stay out of sight? It was the best he could do for Zak - for now. "Come on, this way!" |
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| Post #9 2 Jan 2011, 01:24 | Commander Khaler |
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"Don't mention it!" Githard said, scrambling with Jon to get to cover. Khaler smiled. This was exactly what they wanted. Usually, the stereotypical idealistic young people that came to worlds like this to join the rebellion were usually what the calloused commander would consider overly sentimental. Githard just needed to put himself in a good position, get in good with the guy. However, the seasoned war veteran was quickly noticing a slight problem in their plan. The boy they had targeted was young and probably naive enough (by Khaler's assessment) to fall for the ploy, but he didn't seem to be the type that would be a seasoned rebel. In fact, he appeared for all practical purposes to be a raw recruit. That, in the Imperial Commander'd mind, meant one of two things. One, This target would be hard pressed to really get Githard close to the big players, the rebels at least having to sense not to just trust whatever random being that walked up to them. Githard would b screened and followed, which would make their work a lot harder than it really needed to be. Two, this kid was way more competent and seasoned than he was letting on, and was totally playing them. In that case, he would have somehow seen through Girthard's facade, and was trying to lead them into a trap. Either way, Khaler figured they needed to be very careful. These games were never easy, at least until the cloak and dagger poodoo was over and they could just start shooting people. Githard and the team were well trained, but they weren't invincible. "Alright men, be on alert and be careful. This is were it gets tricky." Khaler said, a worried look in his single eye as he watched the monitors. Meanwhile, Githard kept up at the part in way that would make a holonet actor jealous. With an earnest look in his eyes, he followed Teran down and agreed to go. "Yeah sure, I think its time we got out of here, and I honestly have nothing better to do." He said, falling in step. Khaler was quick to issue orders. "IC-891, IC-562, you stay hidden and keep in helpful range, but watch your backs. IC-448, you cover them from a distance. IC-447, keep being nice and do what you need to do, but be careful. Don't drop your guard." The commandos obeyed, and moved out. Githard was keen to look weary and cautious as he followed the target, which was probably not a difficult task. When they arrived to the warehouse, the commando in disguise looked around nervously to check around them. "So, just how anti-Imperial are you?" He asked nervously, his eyes sharp as he waited for a response. |
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| Post #10 3 Jan 2011, 20:22 | Jon Pinnat |
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Jon lead the man quickly along the side streets, chosing a way which was a slight detour yet which he guessed would be safer, to the abandoned workshop he had spotted earlier. That he remembered it he took as a sign that he was adapting. A few weeks ago, such a hiding place might have been desperately sought once in a while, but not spotted in advance. Yes, definitely, he was getting more used to this life on the run, although not so much to the rebel business - yet. But the Alliance was his only hope. It was as simple as that. Truth be told, he was still feeling his heart beat in his throat. This close brush with death - well, Jon was well aware that he wasn't a fighter, and he really wasn't looking forward to a repeat there. Thank all possible deinties that Zak had been there - and reacted far quicker and far more courageously than Jon himself would have been able to. "Anti enough to nearly get killed." he said with a small shudder. Yeah, defintely not something to repeat. The door was old and rusty, the lock more so, but it still resisted his first attempt to force it. Who would look an empty place like this? It was all cobwebs and dust. "I am not very political, normally." he added, after the first shove, putting his shoulder against the door, ready to add some more of his weight to the effort. It didn't work much better than the first. "But I know who's the reason why my family's in shambles." Alright, shoving didn't work, so Jon took a step back. "I've chosen my path." Finally, with the time-honoured method of a good kick, the rusty door sprang open, and Jon wasted no time taking cover in the shadows. The question is what a difference one single person can make. The crowd out there - yes, that was impressive, but they didn't hold out too long." And he? Held out even less long. Yes, the data he had stolen was incredibly valuable, but that value would decrease quickly with time, and then. Other than pushing around data and wheedle his way through security codes, he did not have any skills. His flute was a good hobby, but somehow he doubted this war would be decided by musical instruments. |
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