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Put 'Em in their place.
Topic Started: 27 Dec 2010, 20:51 (1,022 Views)
Commander Khaler
Khaler listened to the target talk over the comlink. He seemed sincere enough, but Khaler was not there in person. The fine details would have to be worked out by Githard, who was actually there.

At the moment, the commando was moving through the dark room into cover. Taking a look around, he listened closely to the target and thought carefully and quickly on what to d next, and how far to push. "Same here." He said solemnly. "Its amazing how fast they'll wipe out everyone you love." The bitterness in his voice was perfect.

"So if you're part of the Rebellion then," Githard said, looking properly wary, "Could you help me get in and join? I want to do my part to put a stop to these Imperial Sithspawn."

Several miles away, Commander Khaler grinned. The boy was a good actor. The question was, how good of an actor? The Imperial troops had been ordered to disperse now, and the streets were settling down. The two commandos trailing the target and Githard were posing as a couple of old friends talking about personal business, while IC-448 hid in the shadows even further away. They just needed this target to lead them to the right place, and they could strike.

"Come on, son, get him to crack..." Khaler whispered under his breath, his single eye staring at the display...
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Jon Pinnat
Jon had found a sheltered spot near the wall that did not seem quite as dirty as the rest of the place. He just had to push a box full of unindetifyable metal parts out of the way. They had half an hour to pass now, and since he still felt a little shaky sitting down and leaning against the wall sounded like a good idea. From there he regarded Zak with a thoughtful exression.

The light was low, only little of it filtering through the dirt-encrusted windows, but Jon could hear the other man, the excitement in his voice. The term youthful enthusiasm came to mind. Strange, Zag wasn't all that much younger than himself, but in this moment, Jon felt like a veteran. Disillusioned. But then, he didn't have a lot of illusions when running his coup and leaving behind his former life, just a goal.

Now there was another problem. The other guessing about the depths of Jon's involvement was one thing. Admitting it was anther entirely. Could he risk it? On the other hand, an imperial agent probably wouldn't care much whether he was a member or just a supporter of the Alliance. If talking to the wrong person, both would get him killed, so that line was already crossed. Still, that request wasn't one easily answered. "I don't know." he said at length. "But Zak, you don't have to be a member to work against the empire. I wasn't."

He felt bad, though, denying this to the man who had just saved his life. If Jon had been (more or less) accepted, why not someone who showed a great deal more courage? "I could .. try to get you some contacts. But it would take time."
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Commander Khaler
Khaler bit down a swear word. He was now fairly certain this was no fake, and worried they would get no where.

Githard, however, kept his cool. "I know that." He said, brow furrowing. "But, without very many resources, no one ever gets very far, do they? Space, the Rebellion itself hasn't really struck very many MAJOR blows against the Empire - not yet." The young disguised commando sighed, trying to appear to be a concerned but slightly worried youth.

Khaler calmed down as well, waiting. It was a start. This kid might still be able to lead them where they needed to go. However, the troops couldn't afford for Githard to be too curious or forceful, lest they blow their cover. "Githard, keep it light, don't seem too eager." Khaler said softly into the comlink.

Githard, meanwhile, sighed. "So," He asked. "What did the Empire do to you?"
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Jon Pinnat
For several moments it wasn't clear whether Jon was going to answer or not. He had been asked this question only once before - or rather a similar one. It wasn't something he talked about a lot, not even with his mother, who mostly tried to make him forget. He didn't blame her, but stubbornly refused to let go. So they had drifted apart, in effect leaving Jon without any family he trusted at all.

"There are always those who are a little more outspoken than others. Or maybe the difference is just that they are listened to. My father was one of those. That was years ago. As a journalist he wrote about what was going on, the changes taking place, reactions .. That was his job. Maybe he was political, but not too long before there had been a time when having an opinion hadn't been a crime." As he talked, Jon's eyes grew distant as he recalled those events years ago. Some memories were vague, like this understanding had been as a child, but other were crystal clear, as if only days had passes. "They got him one night, and we haven't seen him since. No news, no trial, nothing. He's been locked up for years without even charges brought forth or anything."

Now, that last piece of knowledge he had only aquired recently. Before - well, he would have said he knew his father was alive, but that had been a knowledge in the heart, not based on fact. Now he actually knew not only that Ranos was still alive but also where he was held - only that knowledge didn't help at all. There was no way to get to him. Unless the rebels found it worthwhile, and found a way.

After another long moment, he shook his head, shaking off those thoughts and returning to the present. When he looked at Zak again, his eyes were clear and focused once more. "It's not such an unusual story, really. What is yours?"
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Commander Khaler
Githard's brow furrowed more deeply, and he nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, seems to be the way it goes with these Imperial poodoo." He said bitterly.

Githard then frowned a bit more and sighed before moving on to his story. Khaler grinned at the lad's talents. "Yeah, they took my family away too. My Mom and little sister were taken out in a training exercise that went wrong. TIE fighter came crashing through our house while my Dad and I were in the city working. When we got back, the Imperials were picking over the remains trying to see if anything was salvageable before they left - they hadn't even stopped to look for the bodies. My Dad was outraged, and demanded that they at least pay for a new home, but the sithspawn just had him arrested before he made too much noise. I don't even think he's alive anymore." Githard finished, his face contorted into a twisted grimace, and his eyes burning with an appropriate level of fury.

Khaler watched from his chair. The story seemed convincing enough, and would play well with the anti-Imperial mindset of the target. Hopefully, this would put Githard that much closer to getting where they needed to go. Then, if they could just get close to the rebel leaders, they could bag 'em and have them in for questioning in less than a standard day. The target could be captured too, seen as how he was probably wanted for something or another - Khaler suspected something minor, but enough to still arrest him. That was, after all, the choice you made when you made friends.
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Jon Pinnat
Jon nodded almost absently. That was a typical story, too, with a few details changed here and there. Even though he usually tried not to hear too many of them it was hard not to pick up some here and there. Not everyone in the Alliance had such personal experiences to fan their motivation, some fought with the rebels for ideals only, but many did.

One thing snapped his attention to full alert, though. Suddenly he felt a stab of excitement, and this time the adrenaline running through him was the good kind. "I might be able to find out, at least I could try." he said, almost too quickly. "When was that?" It was almost a test of will not to jump up right away and head over to headquarters and check. But beside the obvious security risk there was the matter that yes, he 'might' be able to find out, but he also might not.

Heck, the data on prisoners had been his main target when he's made his move, the part he'd been most interested in and the one that he fancied was most complete. Everything else had been decoy. His goal had been to find something about Ranos Pinnat, but it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume the information might be useful for someone else, too. If the whole thing happened long enough ago that it had made it into the files before Jon turned himself into an outlaw. A few weeks ago or earlier, and they might be lucky.
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Commander Khaler
Githard was careful to smile earnestly, but he did manage to keep his excitement in check, with he discipline of a trained killer. Now he knew he should be in with the target, and now they just needed to wait time out and play along. "Oh, it all happened a few years ago." He said nonchalantly, as his mind was on the future. "How many rebels are in town? And when do I get to start?" He asked, purposly ignoring the question of security, as if the idea that he was a threat to Rebel security seemed completely out of his mind.

Meanwhile, Khaler was thinking to the next few steps. Without a doubt, Githard would have to pass some sort of test or interview. However, the rebels here couldn't afford to be too strict - they weren't working with elite soldiers or anything, and they needed all the help they could get. Githard would not be staying with the men tonight. If he couldn't find a way to stay with the target, which would be preferable, he would stay in Safe House B a fall back house in town that could be used to keep him separate from Khaler and the rest of the unit. Meanwhile, IC-448 and the others would ahve to be ready all the time, and Khaler would personally see to it that they succeeded. Once they had numbers figured out, and the layout of the command structure and rebel position, the commandos could move in and capture and/or kill the rebels and their leaders here, making a good example to the rest of the Galaxy what would happen when the Empire found itself crossed. Khaler grinned wickedly. The Empire's best weapons and deadliest attacks weren't the large, grandiose ones everyone knew about. They were the quiet ones, the ones nobody saw coming until it was too late.
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Jon Pinnat
Despite himself, Jon almost laughed. This guy was eager! Or naive. Or both. "I don't know. There are probably just a handful of people who actually know that kind of thing. Us others - we just
get told enough to do our job. I can't say I blame them." In truth, he was almost glad. The more he knew, the more he would be a liability, not to mention a target. As a no-one ... well, he was a target, too, if like before he happened to walk into the crosshairs of some Imperial guy with a gun, but he doubted anyone would expend much energy specifically looking for him. Not for long at least. Most of the data he had stolen would be obsolete soon. Military secrets had a way of shifting around, so even if the hunt had been on in the beginning, Jon was sure he'd fade in the background as a small fish very quickly.

A short while tickled by, and finally he pushed to his feet. The half hour wasn't up yet, but he figured it might be safe enough to go out now, and sitting in here somehow made him nervous. The abandoned place had something of a desolate air about it. "You'll get to start once you and your story check out right - I think. It's not my decision. All I can do is get you together with the right people - and maybe find out about our father."

The door opened almost as reluctantly as it had when they had arrived and broken in, but finally Jon got it opened far enough that he could take a quick glance up and down the street. There was no one in sight. "Come on, let's go." He'd take a couple of detours to pass the rest of the time until he was expected back, to calm his nerves, and to throw off any - unlikely - pursuit. "It'll be some distance to walk."

The headquarters, if indeed that's what they were and not just a temporary meeting place, which Jon wasn't entirely sure about, looked like a small peddler's shop from the outside. Indeed it was, but once you passed through the back rooms revealed some less innocent use with a small storage area, com stations, a computer terminal, meeting room, and even a mall medic station. It was the computer station and his own bag neatly stacked in a corner, that Jon was most interested in. "The first thing I'll need from you are a few more details about your family, names, birthdates and the like." he told Zak as they approached. "The more I get the more likely I'll be able to find something."

Giving the password for today's operation got them through the 'decoy' store, but the armed guard in the hallway to the back rooms was less easily impressed. Someone had obviously been watching their arrival with some kind of hidden camera and done a quick check of who was known to them and who wasn't, and they were stopped by a casually leveled blasters. "Welcome back. Who's that?"

"A sympathizer I met." Jon answered, trying his best to ignore that blasters. "He saved my life."

The guards nodded, although they did not look overly impressed, and one stepped forward. "We will have to check you for weapons and devices."
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Commander Khaler
Khaler felt his mouth tighten into a hard line as Githard began to follow the target. This was what they needed, and it appeared as if it would be all too easy. Which meant something was bound to go wrong. "Okay, all units move into position and follow the target and IC-447. Get armed and ready to move in when needed, I want to be able to move fast if this goes down the tubes. IC-447, keep your cool and do whatever you need to."

Khaler then leaned back and watched. Githard was following the target, and the other units were moving in. IC-448 was already in full combat array, with concussion grenades, thermal detonators, a sniper rifle, and a modified commando version of the E-11 blaster rifle used by regular stormtroopers. Acting quickly, IC-562 and IC-891 began to move to change station 4B, where the commandos had already stashed equipment. There were several points in the small city where they had done this, exactly for this situation. The men would keep the outer civilian garb, but would grab equipment belts with grenades and detonators, as well as the modified E-11s. Grabbing an extra for Githard, they moved out and took a shortcut to put them in a good position behind the target - just out of visual range, but close enough to move in at a moment's notice.

Githard, meanwhile, was following the target still. "Alright, that shouldn't be too hard." He grinned at the mention of names and dates, acting as if he had nothing to hide. Khaler gritted his teeth. Here came the tricky part. Knowing what would have to happen if Githard got caught, he sent a code to the local garrison, putting them on standby.

Once the two had passed through the doors, Githard was staring down some blasters. Khaler's scowl deepened as he prepared for the worst. The guards made mention of checking for weapons and devices. The commando's only devices were the camera and comlink. If all went well, the micortechnology used in them as well as the minimal electrical signals would do their job. Khaler hoped, for the sake of the techies back at Coruscant, that they did. He had been promised they would be invisible, but one just never knew ho well theories would play out in the field.

"Okay." Said Githard, with a natural level of nervousness. "I just have this blaster here." He said, carefully pulling out a DC-44 blaster pistol and handing it over to the guards. It was carefully made to have had the serial numbers shaved off, and to be sure to be a couple years old.

Khaler stood up and grabbed his helmet. He didn't know if the boys would need backup soon or not. Either way, he had planned for it. Stepping outside and still feeding everything to his comlink via encrypted code, the grisled veteran stepped outside and hopped into a speeder and had carefully loaded a while earlier, with a tarp covering all but the driver seat. Starting it up, he prepared to make his way over to the scene of the impending fight, just in case.

"Get ready, boys. If this goes downhill, we go in hard."
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Jon Pinnat
Jon wasn't at all suprised at the request. He had gone through the procedure several times already, and by the third time had stopped to really feel nervous about it. The search was a safety precaution that his more cautious nature could only appreciate.

The guards did the double approach - physcial search and hand scanner, and Jon who wasn't carrying anything remotely resembling weapon or technology came through clear in no time. Even so he was asked to stand to one side in a spot where the guards could clearly see him while working on Zak. Was it his imagination or were they putting in a bunch more effort there? Not surprising, when you thought of it. There was a difference between a stranger and somenone they'd seen around repeatedly in the past.

Finally the guy withe the scanner stepped back, frowning, but in the end waved them forward. "Alright, you go ahead... Oh, and Pinnat! He's your reponsibility until the bosses make a decision."

That was logical, too, so Jon quickly nodded and had taken the first two steps toward the door leading further in when he realized that the guard had just given away his real name. Just as well, he thought. They had moved past that stage of aquaintance by now. If he trusted Zak enough to bring him here, then a name was no big deal.

Three narrow steps lead down to the command center, which really was just a larger room with computer terminals and communication equipment crammed along the walls and one shabby table with a holoprojector in the middle. Three techs whom Jon recognized by sight were working at the terminals, and the local commander and some of those involved in today's operation were standing in the far corner, talking in low voices. Their reaction was about the same as the guards - only much subtler since they would have gotten a warning by now.

"Ah, young Pinnat." The commander said, the smile on his face and the calculating, wary eyes telling vastly different stories as he approached. "We are eagerly waiting for your report. But that can wait a few minutes. First we would like to learn more about your friend here."

That last sentence was obviously directed at Zak. Jon knew it well enough. He's been there before, been the one who was boing scrutinized, and he knew better than to interfered. Now it was Zak's turn to convince the leader of this section that he wasn't a threat but a potential asset.
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