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 0 ABY. Coruscant, Twilight Sector.  Three weeks. It's been three weeks since the worst terrorist attack in the history of the Empire. Three weeks since the assassination of one of the most visionary leaders the Empire has ever had, Grand Moff Tarkin. Last week you received a summons. For some, it was no surprise. For others, someone had finally found you. Each letter contained the same set of instructions: pre:Coruscant. 35:4:12, 1100
Twilight Sector. 46.16
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'Memento'A slim woman in a sharp black uniform with no rank markings greets you with a nod, stating only your name and gesturing for you to follow her as she leads you into a small waiting room with 8 other seats, some occupied with other people who look just as suspicious and/or bewildered as you do. She informs you all that the Moff will speak with you shortly, then returns to her seat at a long desk. You wonder whether you should be introducing yourself to these other people, but before you get the opportunity to do so, a burly man in a similarly unmarked black officer's uniform appears from a small doorway, introducing himself as Agent Malek and ushering you into a small ready room with a large desk, its seat turned away from you. A large viewscreen hangs from the... east? West? Let's just say left wall. To the right is a small holotable, its paired emitter suspended overhead from the ceiling. It's currently off.  [Ignore the rank insignia] "Apologies for the smoke and mirrors, gentlemen," he pauses, inclining his head to Senna, "and lady. It was a necessary precaution. As I'm sure you've all guessed, this is not a social call. The Imperial Security Bureau has need of your services," he emphasizes the title. "We are not monsters, and you have a choice... to serve the Empire in its hour of need, or to walk out that door," he motions to the door they came in through, an extra sour expression on his face. Satisfied after no one moves after ten seconds, he continues, "you've all been summoned here because you share a common trait - your unswerving loyalty to the Emperor's New Order. Each of you have proven your resolve in upholding the Empire, and it has been noted. "These are dark times. The Empire has failed to protect its people," he lets those scandalous words sink in for a few moments, "you are here to ensure that it never happens again." "Welcome to Section 96." Fuzz fucked around with this message at 02:54 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room Taking an available seat near the front of the room he waits for the briefing, or what he assumes will be some sort of briefing to proceed. The fact he is not alone makes it clear that it is not anything likely related to the blackmail he received recently. As Lt. Malek enters the room and introduces himself, Anders continues to sit solidly at attention and shows no outward sign of response. When he hears the words Imperial Security Bureau a small wry smile passes his lips and is quickly hidden away. Jaynen fucked around with this message at 05:18 on Mar 5, 2014 |
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Teriq The scout slinks into the room. It's hard to be unobtrusive at an arranged meeting, but he manages the best he can. Teriq nods deferentially to both his host and the other ranking officer who arrived before him before taking a seat. Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 01:04 on Apr 23, 2014 |
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Senna Jehrand Senna Jehrand, Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Senna slips into the ready room and stands against the wall with her hands behind her back. Briefly she notes her surroundings and her fellow officers before Malek begins to speak. As he invites the choice to leave, she looks straight at him and does not move. Service to the Empire has been her purpose for more than half her life. She has no intention of walking away now. The admission of the Empire's failure startles her a little, but lets her know that this will be a unit that to at least some extent values straightforwardness and realistic assessment. Naturally one can go too far, but for now she approves.
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Tibby Korne - Briefing Room One of the more nervous looking members of the room was Senior Warrant Officer Korne, who's hands started to shake even more as Lt. Commander Malek begins his introductions. At the mention of the Imperial Security Bureau, Tibby's shaking comes to a complete standstill, and he nervously looks at the room's other occupants as they all smile and nod at the mention of the now infamous ISB. Turning and looking at the Lt. Commander giving the speech, Tibby gives a small nod as Malek continues without pausing, his body now showing the confidence of a man in his correct place, while his eyes are still filled with worry and anxiety. After Malek completes his speech, the others looking at his nervousness now recognize some other details about his uniform. Although he wears the drab gray of a Warrant Officer, he has a set of command bars designating that he is the equivalent of an Ensign and leads watches for his division. On his shoulder you notice a large number of code cylinders, that designate he has been cleared for an incredible number of secure areas, even though he is not in the command staff. You also see the patch of Imperial Logistics and Supply on the side of his uniform, the familiar Gear on Gear of the Imperial Logo isn't all that impressive, but the fact that he was able to obtain such a high rating in the Logistics department speaks for itself. Apparently the briefing wasn't done? I dunno Mustache Ride fucked around with this message at 20:47 on Mar 5, 2014 |
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Breach, Briefing Room Voss, no stranger to being abruptly summoned somewhere for clandestine briefings, nods to himself from the middle of the pack. Of course it's about the Death Star. What a bloody nose to the Imperial cause that had been - the symbol of the New Order's power, wiped out by a rag-tag group of terrorists in secondhand fighters just a few days after its trial run. It's good to see that something's being done about it promptly. And competently, by the looks of it - he doesn't know the rest of the operators gathered here, but they wouldn't be assigned to this kind of team if they weren't professionals with major bona fides. Whatever it is that their Moff patron wants them to do, it's gotta be serious. Good. All the better, if they can put some major damage on the Rebels.
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"Kraye" CM-2/834 - Briefing Room A man in a plain Imperial Army uniform leans against a wall and seems content to simply wait and observe. He has the infamous "clone face" but for a moment it's hard to tell due to scarring and the fact he seems much older than any clone troopers that appear in Imperial media. He has lieutenant's bars but anyone with military experience knows that for clones an officer's position always comes with something of an asterisk. Upon Lt. Malek's arrival he comes to ramrod-straight attention and does not move.
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Lukan Triege, Briefing Room Cadet Lukas Triege, Corulag Military Academy, 2 BY 2nd Lieutenant Lukantius Triege stood quickly, smoothed the front of his Imperial Navy uniform, and followed Malek into the briefing chamber. Lukan took a seat beside one of the other arrivals while wondering what branch of the Imperial Military claimed Malek. When the words, "Imperial Security Bureau," were uttered things started to make sense. Lukan had never heard of an operation like Section 96, but he guessed after the debacle over the Yavin moon people were starting to get creative. Or desperate. Either could be an advantageous path to quick promotion or a shallow grave. Lukan had no doubt there were many such new graves in the wake of Tarkin's defeat. Three weeks before Lukan would have killed for a chance on the late Grand Moff's staff. He smiled to himself. It was funny how time changed perspectives. When Malek finished his short introduction, question after question about Section 96, the mission, operational parameters, and, most importantly, the team's authority burned in Lukan's mind, but he held them close. Curiosity was not a virtue in the Empire, and Malek would no doubt address the specifics in time. KJDavid fucked around with this message at 15:41 on Mar 5, 2014 |
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Lorn Elrad-Briefing Room Lorn entered the briefing room with what approaches curiosity. While this wasn't his first assignation, it certainly was one of his more unusual. It wasn't that he had any opposition to compartmentalization or need-to-know. On the contrary. But it wasn't usually how he was briefed. The Lieutenant Commander also was a surprise, especially when he opened his mouth. Lorn winced a little, inwardly, with the admission that the Empire had failed in something. It wasn't necessarily a helpful perspective. Still, he liked the idea of helping to make sure it wouldn't happen again, even if he had to work with the ISB to do it. So, he sits and listens.
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Briefing Room, somewhere in the Twilight Sector of Coruscant Agent Malek continues, after letting the words sink in, "as a response to the tragic terrorist attack on the Death Star mining station, the ISB has made hunting down and catching those responsible for the heinous act, the so-called 'Rebel Alliance', a top priority." He turns and paces in front of the desk, the chair still turned away and facing the large viewscreen, which seems to be cycling through various camera feeds around the Imperial City. The tall man turns back towards you, continuing, "Section 96 is our special project... an elite squad of Agents, operating in the field, without direct administorial oversight, doing whatever is necessary to hunt down and bring these so-called 'Rebels' to justice." "You say that as if you had anything to do with its inception, Vorin. Do not forget your place." A female voice, slightly husky and clearly not amused. The chair turns and a woman in her late 40s, perhaps early 50s, scrutinizes each one of you in turn, taking her time, looking you up and down, ending with a moment of unsettling eye contact before moving on to the next person. Some of you might recognize her from COMPNOR feeds from several years ago. Clearly this is the mysterious Moff that the thin blonde woman had spoken of. Malek stops his pacing and stands at attention from the moment she speaks up, not even stealing a glance at the woman.  Her eyes settle on Anders, "You have all been chosen because I want you here, and it's a good thing none of you took that offer to leave... I leave the consequences to your imagination. Section 96 is my brainchild, commissioned at the request of the Emperor himself. Your mandate is simple: Elimination of the Rebel Alliance and the death of its leaders, at any cost. Agent Malek," she gestures to the taller man, "will be your handler, but this is no ordinary Intelligence unit. The Rebels do not follow the standard rules of operations and they have proven that they have an intimate knowledge of our own, undoubtedly via traitors from our own forces. Figureheads like Leia Organa may sway the masses, but they are not the brains behind the kind of coordinated assault we witnessed at Yavin. These defectors and old... 'Republican Loyalists' are undoubtedly the brains behind this Rebel Alliance, and their apprehension and neutralization is your number one priority." She leans back in her seat, steepling her fingers in front of her, "to combat unconventional Rebels, we need to use unconventional tactics. As part of your mission with Section 96, you are a disavowed unit. You have no rank, no one has ever heard of you. The Empire has no knowledge of any of your activities," her eyes settle on Lorn Elrad as she finishes, adding, "at least that is what the public will know, should you fail. I do not tolerate failure." She gives a long pause at this statement, eying Lorn's face inquisitively, "an excellent performance, Agent Elrad, we will need your version of the truth for this operation." She turns away in her chair, tapping away at some controls embedded in the armrest of the chair, the camera feeds cycling again, "the truth of the matter is that you will report directly to Agent Malek," hand gestures lazily in Malek's direction from out behind the chair, "and he, in turn, will report to me. That is your chain of command, if you can call it such a thing." You can hear the quiet tapping of her gloved fingertips on her keypad, the camera feeds now cycling up to Coruscant 1, then various skyhooks. On one panel were Corellian dignitaries sharing a drink. On another a Falleen man with a top knot sat with a beautiful Zeltron woman. On a third, a Hutt slithers down a hallway, speaking with with a Dug and a protocol droid. The panels continue to cycle, and the pregnant pause grows almost painful. Agent Malek glances at the back of the chair, another sour look crossing his face before he speaks again, "in reality, you will be operating autonomously in the field, pursuing and planning missions on your own, without the ISB... or the Moff's... direct oversight. The Rebels draw their strength from decisive and quick action, as exemplified by the fact that the Imperial Navy was unable to dispatch to Yavin IV in less than 16 hours after the destruction of the Death Star, which was more than enough time for the Rebels to evacuate the base." His face now turns into an angry scowl as he surveys the lot of you, "you will, however, submit regular reports to me of your status updates, to justify the-" "- The exorbitant number of credits that might be invested in this project," the Moff interjects, not turning her seat around, "which is why as an untested unit, I expect to see results before I, and the Emperor, invest the Empire's support in this endeavor," she waves a hand, the feeds switching once again, "brief them on the situation, Malek." Malek straightens his uniform tunic with the Picard Maneuver before continuing... [[OOC: Briefing coming, just wanted to give ya'll something to read in the interim...]]
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Malek clears his throat, nodding once before turning back to you, "Yes, your excellency." He raises a small remote and tumbs a switch, the holoprojector springing to life. The Moff continues to cycle her video feeds with her back to you. A schematic holo of a star system springs to life above the table, its various planetary bodies animating in real-time. "The Yavin system. Your assignment is nothing so droll as scouring the remnants of the Rebel base, or poring over what little tracking data we've collected of the fleeing Rebel fleet... Imperial Intelligence," a derisive note in his voice, "already has their men going over all of that with a fine tooth comb, however there is something they missed." The schematic zooms in on the planet Yavin, doing a flyover to Yavin IV. Malek keys a control and the holo speeds in reverse, large blank gaps in the simulation before various chunks of wreckage intermittently start coming out of the gas giant and coalescing into a debris field, then more gaps, then suddenly the Death Star appears in the debris field's place with several small blips zooming toward it in reverse. Here the simulation pauses again, a small red holoclock appearing at the base of the image. "We have recovered what you might call a black box recorder of the final moments of the Death Star, with much of the sensor data the station collected on the approach to the jungle moon," he appears almost somber as he says this, the schematic now moving more slowly in reverse with the clock ticking backward as you watch the handful of snubfighters and some sort of disc-shaped freighter fly back toward the immense space station in reverse, multiple flashes lighting up like specs along the equatorial axis of the station. The schematic speeds up again as the Death Star curves back around the gas giant to a point just shy of the edge of the immense planet, the space battle around the station stopping and 3 wings of snupfighters racing away from the station in bckwards, back to Yavin IV. The Death Star continues its movement in reverse orbit of the gas giant, the clock ticking back to 35 minutes prior to the battle before stopping. "It's clear that the station was orbiting the gas giant in order to find a firing solution. The battle itself isn't what interests us currently, this is," the image tracks over, the coordinates showing that you are traveling away from the star and below its rotational axis, past Yavin VII to just outside the orbit of Yavin XI, where there is a blank patch of space. Striding over to the holotable, Malek keys the control again and a small ship emerges from hyperspace, in clear view. The image pauses again, another timer appearing above the red one in green.  "This is a Corellian Engineering Corps model YU-410 freighter... an older model, from before the Clone Wars, but there are still many in use today. Watch and see." He plays the simulation again, the ship sitting in space for roughly 30 seconds before suddenly changing course away from the gas giant, powering up its sublights for another 12 seconds and then making the jump back to hyperspace. "A fly on the wall, as it were." This from the Moff, still cycling through her camera feeds, though on one she pauses to zoom in on a well dressed Bothan walking on one of the skyways running below the Senate building. He appears handsome and lean, smiling as he walks and talks with a similarly well dressed human woman. You notice the Moff's hand press a button, then disappear from sight again. Malek nods at her words, "a fly indeed, one we may be able to use to catch the bigger fish," he smirks at this, proud of his own metaphor. "Watch again." He rewinds the simulation, replaying from the start. Those of you that glance at the Moff's viewscreen might notice a squad of stormtroopers appear and roughly manhandle the Bothan before dragging him away, the human woman screaming after him with arms outstretched as one of the trooper pulls her away. "Here the freighter arrives in system... at this point the Death Star was actively sweeping the system for possible ships, and it is picked up as the Golden Dewback," Malek's lip curls in a mild sneer at the name as he continues, "here, at 12 seconds it transmits a wide beam burst of coded static at the gas giant," in one corner of the simulation a small audio waveform appears with frequency numbers too small to read. The line oscillates in a pattern that roughly translates to: ______ . . . ______ ______ . . "It then waits," the timer ticks forward to the 30 second mark, "here they do a sensor sweep of roughly the same area, namely the entirety of space around the gas giant, including Yavin IV," the simulation continues and the ship repeats its pantomime of jetting away and jumping to lightspeed at the 42 second mark. He turns to look at your gathered group. "Your thoughts?" Any who look might notice the Moff's feed cycling has stopped, though she does not turn around. ************************************ Anyone that wants to, you can roll Warfare or Piloting - Space at 3 Difficulty for extra information. Alternatively, you can make a 2 difficulty Skullduggery roll. Further, anyone that wants to make a 3 Difficulty + 1 Setback Astrogation roll can get some alternative insight.
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Tibby Korne - Briefing Room "From the way it sneaks into the system and lets off a coded transmission it looks to be a scout ship, probably with the Rebellion, that alerts the terrorists on the base to the Imperial presence. So what you're saying is if we track the Golden Dewback, we can follow it back to the Rebels, correct?" Tibby attempts to show off his intelligence by asking questions of the Agent. Warfare: 4eA+3eD 2 successes, 1 threat     
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Senna Jerhand - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Senna relaxes a little. This is a logical puzzle of the sort that was used to test her often in her schooling. She shakes her head. "If the Rebels had a long-term presence there, they'd have had a constellation of sensor platforms scattered throughout the system - there'd be no need to alert them to the Death Star's presence, they'd already be well aware. The transmission is more likely some sort of activation signal. And a scan to verify." She rests her hand on her chin, her other arm across her chest. Musing: "Sabotage? To somehow make the station more vulnerable to the Rebel attack?" Warfare: 4eA+3eD 1 success    Success info from Fuzz: "No, they'd have sent that from the base or from the attackers. Minimize complexity... A rendezvous? A failed rendezvous, no countersign, so abort and jump out. Interrupted by the impending battle, no doubt." She drops her hands to her sides. "They would have been there to meet the Rebels. There's nothing else of interest in the system. Therefore, they have some knowledge of Rebel activity and would be a valuable source of information." "If its inbound and outbound trajectory could be triangulated - assuming it wasn't obfuscated by short-hop random walk..." She trails off, eyes narrowed, thinking hard. Lemniscate Blue fucked around with this message at 07:05 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Lukan Triege - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Lukan waited as the Imperial Logistics man spoke up, then the young woman. She said her thoughts out loud like she was used to speculation and analysis. She was either a boffin or an intelligence officer. Either way, Lukan agreed when she said, "Therefore, they have some knowledge of Rebel activity and would be a valuable source of information." "Madame is right," Lukan said. He took off his Navy issue garrison cap, and jammed it in one pocket. If he was no longer Navy, he no longer had to wear the damned thing. "There are any number of explanations as to why that ship might have entered Yavin space, but smugglers and pirates would not have sent a coded transmission to anyone. They would have seen the Death Star and fled. Only Rebels, or someone coming to meet them, would have entered Yavin space, and attempted to communicate." Lukan ran a hand through his hair. "Why the ship was there may be useful, but it almost doesn't matter. What matters is someone on that ship knew there was a major Rebel base on a Yavin moon." [Lukan has both Piloting (2eA+1eP) and Warfare (2eA+1eP) if someone would like Skilled Assistance, feel free to make a roll assuming I'll help you (cause I will!). If someone wants to roll Astrogation, I will provide Unskilled Assistance (1eB) at the GM's discretion.] KJDavid fucked around with this message at 16:16 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Kraye - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant (-1Stress/ -0 Wounds) Kraye attempts to tap his experience for greater insight into the craft's purpose but watching the final moments of the battle station recreated in such detail brings up unchecked emotions. The hurt of losing so many clone brothers is still too fresh and at this vivid reminder his disposition noticeably sours. Outwardly he is easily able to maintain composure but inwardly he has to make use of several birth-learned mnenomic devices to keep calm. The chance to contribute to pooled knowledge has clearly passed. Warfare: 1eP+2eA+3eD 2 failures, 1 threat   one point of Stress from generated threat, of that's alright
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Teriq "Does that black box of yours have the last heading of the, er... mining station? Might be able to figure out the ship's heading from that. Or someone could. I'm a groundpounder. Space isn't my terrain."
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room "Is it a possibility that the Golden Dewback was a messenger that actually signaled the Yavin forces to begin the attack, the scan was waiting for confirmation and this means it was part of a larger move being made by the Rebels in multiple locations?" Willing to assist with unskilled assistance Jaynen fucked around with this message at 17:50 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Tibby Korne - Briefing Room "Hmmmm, that's an interesting idea, were there any other attacks against Imperial military or civilian targets that were drowned out by the outrage over the loss of the Star?"
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Breach - Briefing Room The situation begins to twist in on itself. Voss, with his background, instantly thought of the sabotage option, but no, it seems there were more subtle forces at play. Most of his...teammates? He isn't totally sure what to think of them as yet. Colleagues, maybe. Most of his colleagues seem to be from a more intelligence-oriented role, so they're a little better qualified to spitball ideas about the mystery ship. Fair enough. Some of the more 'rah rah shoot the Rebels' CompForce types would look down on or resent that, but Voss knows better - good intel and proper asset handling have saved his life on more than one assignment in the past. To win a war, it's not enough to just shoot a lot, you have to shoot well, and in the proper places. Still, he holds his tongue for the moment, and glances between operatives as they speak their piece. They're doing a fine job on their own, and besides, he's never been one to start rambling just in hopes of impressing a Moff, especially when there's nothing pertinent to say for the moment. Granted, that could change, but even if it doesn't, he tends to communicate just fine through explosions and dead Rebels.
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Lukan Triege - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Lukan cleared his throat, "Gentlemen, you all make fine points, but, with respect, let's not speculate too much about what the Golden Dewback may or may not have been doing in Yavin space. Its crew is certainly guilty of something. That question may not be answerable until they're in our custody." He shifted his attention toward Malek. "Speaking of which...." Warfare: 1eB+2eA+1eP+3eD 2 successes, 2 advantage   "If the Death Star crew followed standard Imperial Military protocol, they would have logged the hyperspace entry and exit vector of any ship in their range. I cannot imagine Grand Moff Tarkin would have allowed them otherwise, so we may be able to pull substantial astrogation data from any recoverable data cores." Lukan shrugged. "If there are any. Still, a good navigator and an astromech looking over the data could give us a likely point of origin." KJDavid fucked around with this message at 22:16 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Briefing Room, somewhere in the Twilight Sector, Coruscant Agent Malek cocks his head to the side as Tibby offers up his hypothesis, a smug smirk crossing his face as he crosses his arms, "I doubt they could lead you to the Rebels, it's rarely that easy." He arches a brow at Senna's stream of consciousness, standing up a bit straighter at her assessment as she realizes that the ship more than likely had nothing to do with the attack. Finally he begins nodding at Lukan's rather succinct summary, "Yes, our standard ISB sniffer agents came to that same conclusion, though not nearly as quickly as you lot... and Imperial Intelligence just waved it off as merchant vessel making a course correction," he shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face. He doesn't even notice Kraye's momentary emotional struggle. At Lukan's second conclusion, about the incoming trajectory, the man pauses, glancing at the back of the Moff's chair, lips pursed to speak. After a pregnant moment of silence he nods, "An interesting consideration, one I believe our analysts may have overlooked. I'll have them go over the data and see if they can locate a possible point of origin." Over at the desk, the Moff had resumed her cycling of camera feeds after Senna voiced her conclusions, apparently satisfied. Malek continues, "As for their exit vector, you're correct in your thoughts that their trajectory could be used to track the ship's destination... in fact, that is what we have been doing for the last week since we received this data." The simulation zooms out to show the entire Gordian Reach sector, with Yavin highlighted.  "The Yavin system is here," a pointer extends from the highlighted system, writing out its name in Aurabesh, "the analyst team has tracked the ship's trajectory and narrowed their destination to most likely be the Marrovia system," a trajectory cone extends from Yavin outward, away from the galactic core, narrowing to highlight another system and then zooming in on it, revealing a blue neutron star with a small planetoid in a dangerously close orbit, followed by a sparse asteroid belt at a near orbit, and finally an outlying planet in a semi-elliptical orbit. A section of the asteroid belt and the outlying planet are highlighted, "There is a small asteroid mining operation active in this section of the belt, and the only other point of interest in the system is Marrovia II, which has multiple subterranean farming operations and a single spaceport city, Salavar City." The holo zooms in on the planet, showing the relevant meteorologic and geographic data. "We have already secured a contact on the ground, one of the local spaceport overseers, a Twi'lek by the name of Vash Laret... for a pittance of credits and the assured safety of his family, he informed us that the Golden Dewback has docked at the spaceport regularly for the last 6 months, and its crew often interact with the local populace. Due to a lack of a secure comm channel, we have little else to work with, though I expect you will all overcome that small obstacle in the field," a smug smile. "Your mission is rather simple... track down the crew of the Golden Dewback, and ascertain their link to the Rebel Alliance. As the Moff has already stated, this is a pilot program, so your resourcefulness will be put to the test. You have 2 weeks to provide us with some results. Questions?" ************************************ pre:Duty Totals: Combat Victory Counter-Intelligence Intelligence - 5 Internal Security - 10 Personnel Political Support - 10 Recruiting - 10 Resource Acquisition - 5 Sabotage - 10 Space Superiority Tech Procurement - 5 Support - 5 Total - 60 Fuzz fucked around with this message at 02:41 on Mar 8, 2014 |
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Tibby Korne - Briefing Room "Are there any assets you can provide us, such as a fast ship? It would be a boon to not have to wait for the next patrol to that system using forged orders and typical military transport."
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Agent Malek - Briefing Room Turning to the greying man, nodding, "a routine patrol of the Alderaan Debris Field seized an Alderaanian national's ship, a G9-Rigger freighter. They were blatant Rebel sympathizers, carrying military supplies." A schematic appears on the holo of a default G9, factory new.  "It's old and has seen many years of service, and many of its systems are in disrepair," the holo starts crossing off systems and Xing out portions of the ship, "however it is armed and spaceworthy. The transponder has been wiped and is now the 'Alderaan's Pride', ironically enough. This will be your ship, to use as you see fit." [[G9s were common enough that you'd know this ship pre-dates the Clone Wars by about 100 years, so the ship must be at LEAST 50 years old. Probably older.]] Fuzz fucked around with this message at 23:47 on Mar 6, 2014 |
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Breach - Briefing Room "Ma'am, if the situation escalates and we have unexpected significant hostile contact, what are your preferences?" Voss's voice, already gravelly, is amplified even further by his helmet. "Should we withdraw and report, or can we engage at our discretion?" It sounds like the kind of question born of experience, and it is. More than once, a 'routine investigation' has spiraled into a pitched firefight with a building or two on fire. The greater their chances of avoiding being chewed out afterwards, the better.
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Briefing Room - Twilight Sector, Coruscant The Moff strums her fingers on her armrest, not turning her chair, "the purpose of Section 96 is to operate outside the usual parameters of Imperial Military action. I care about results, nothing else." Malek nods, adding, "The ends justify the means."
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Mar 6, 2014 23:49
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room "How soon can we leave? Should we expect any additional support in the form of weapons, technology, or manpower or use only what we can acquire on our own? Also to that end to what extent are we empowered to convince those we meet to give us assistance, forcefully if necessary."
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Lukan Triege - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Lukan pulled out his datapad, and did a quick HoloNet search for the G-9 Rigger freighter. While the man in the unusual helmet mentioned collateral damage, Lukan studied ship schematics. There was room for 2 crew and 6 passengers plus 70 tons of supplies. Armament was minimal, the hyperdrive was rated Class 3, but the most valuable thing about the ship would be the faked transponder ID. The Rebels had likely been operating in the Gordian Reach long enough to seed spies at every major and minor spaceport. If they didn't have an asset watching Salavar City on a full-time basis, Lukan would eat his garrison cap. He flipped the datapad back to sleep-mode just in time for the man with the scar to ask, "Also, to that end, to what extent are we empowered to convince those we meet to give us assistance, forcefully if necessary?" Lukan slipped the pad into a trouser pocket, and nodded. He suspected subtlety would be the wiser course in the Outer Rim, but it would be nice to know how much they could throw their weight around if it came to that.
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room While waiting for Malek or the Moff to respond in regards to the level of empowerment the team has he turns to them and asks. "We should discuss what business brings us to the planet, and under what guise we are also interested in reaching the crew members of the Golden Dewback."
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Mar 7, 2014 00:29
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Kraye - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Kraye considered for a moment that a requisition for standard military kit could be premature and instead attempted to recall any non-traditional tactics that had been employed effectively by Separatists. Arriving at what felt like a reasonable option, he took a quick half-step forward, "Sir! CM 2/834 requesting access to prisoner personnel database. Are there any high-profile individuals with strong political or familial ties to the target sector whose release from incarceration can be promised as leverage against the local populace? Additionally: requesting a reasonable load-out of trade goods common in target region to allay potential suspicions caused by our arrival." Still facing straight forward, Kraye retreated the step to his original position.
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room "Good Ideas on searching for leverage-able targets. But I don't think we need to leverage them for release, rather their loved ones continued well being in incarceration may be in question."
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Mar 7, 2014 00:53
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Lukan Triege - Briefing Room, Twilight Sector, Coruscant "Rather their loved ones continued well being in incarceration may be in question," the scarred man said. "Agreed," Lukan said, nodding. "I'm Lukan Triege." He extended a hand toward the scarred man, then raised an eyebrow. "Former Imperial Navy it seems. Given the transponder on our ship, we may do well to impersonate Alderaanian refugees." Lukan jerked his chin toward the trooper clone. "Common trade goods isn't a bad idea either."
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Mar 7, 2014 01:06
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Tibby Korne - Briefing Room "I still have some contacts on planet that can get us some legitimate or illegitimate trade goods for the ship." Underworld: 1eP+3eA+2eD 4 successes, 1 threat  "If they're still alive, that is, it's been over 20 years. I'm Tibby Korne, by the way." Mustache Ride fucked around with this message at 01:17 on Mar 7, 2014 |
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Lorn Elrad-Briefing Room Lorn had been silent while he listened to the briefing and his new colleagues speculate. He's never found speculating without data to be very useful...just a good way to set yourself down a wrong path. But finally, when Olaffsen asks his question, Lorn feels the need to respond. "Excuse me, sir, but I was hoping that, for the sake of my ignorance, you could clarify your question, because I believe the Moff and Agent Malek have already stated that we are authorized to use whatever means necessary to ensure our mission's success? "
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Malek nods, "It would seem the Moff's faith in your skills was not misplaced, Agent Elrad. Sundry cargo can be supplied, but anything further and you're on your own. Consider it a trial by fire. Agent Olaffson will be your Commanding Officer until stated otherwise," he looks directly at Anders, "Dismissed." The slim woman appears at the doorway and leads you out to the foyer, where 8 commlinks and 8 datapads are waiting for you on the stone desk. Each pad is loaded with dossiers of your fellow teammates and a map of Twilight Sector with the location of your ship in a commercial tourist hangar highlighted. The comms all include two encrypted channels. With that, she sends you on your way with a, "good luck." OOC: Feel free to post your own dossiers with info, they can include as much or as little backstory as you want. They should all include your old rank and branch, what planet you originate from, and three specific skills you bring to the table. This will be IC info to all from here on out. Otherwise, you're free to do what you like and plan, any questions can be asked in the OOC thread, and if you want some hints or suggestions (NEWBS!), just ask for help and I'll give you a roll challenge. Jaynen, add 5 Intelligence Duty to your sheet. Fuzz fucked around with this message at 01:46 on Mar 7, 2014 |
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room Taking Lukan's hand and shaking it he says "Anders Olaffson, formerly COMPFORCE Assault." Turning to then address Lorn Elrad's question he states. "To clarify, my question had more to do with what power can we speak rather than what actions we may take. We must take all necessary actions to find and eliminate the Rebel influence wherever we can for the betterment of the Empire. I did not want to misrepresent the trust we have been given by assuming we could identify ourselves as in the employ of the ISB without consent. Since my understanding is this is a sort of trial run. That is not to say I think doing so to the rebels is a good idea, but if we run into any local or regional Imperial presence I wanted it to be clear if we were indeed "Alderaanian Refugees"." Walks to the table picks up a datapad and commlink. Thumbing through the dossiers idly he then states. "Shall we make for our ship? Anything we should acquire supply wise or gear wise before leaving for our destination?" Jaynen fucked around with this message at 03:46 on Mar 7, 2014 |
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Teriq Teriq leans forward, finally speaking. He spends most of his time building up to a response. Must be a reflection of his roll on the battlefield. "So once we do find them, what would be our strategy? Tail them, talk to them? If we could get a man of our own on that ship, it'd do most of the job for us. We can take one of them out quietly and provide a replacement when they come looking for one."
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Kraye - Foyer At the command to dismiss Kraye falls out of the room in good order, moving past those that chose to linger behind. The issued comlink is checked for wear and corrosion more out of habit than anything else and stashed someplace convenient. Kraye picks up the matching data pad and begins absorbing the information, memorizing the names of his squad members and scanning for specific pieces of information. Click here for Kraye's Dossier "These dossiers may be incomplete," he says loudly but to no one in particular. "Please inform me of any chronic conditions, substance dependencies or other special medical needs I should be made aware of." As he skims over the file marked "Voss" he makes a mental note to prepare a Rapid Procedure for the treatment of dermal burns and hearing loss.
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Breach - Briefing Room Fair enough. Good to know they have some discretion on this assignment - there's few things more frustrating than not being able to engage the enemy when you're more than capable of doing so. Voss rises, accepts the datapad and the commlink, and after a cursory examination to make sure both are in working order, nods in satisfaction. Personnel Dossier - Tarrik Voss "You may want to requisition one of those miniaturized beacons, for the ship, and a few tracker rounds for the Rebels," he rasps in response to the CO's question. "For keeping tabs on multiple targets, tag-and-trace usually works better than splitting up and following them."
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Anders Olaffson, Briefing Room "Mister Korne, could you look into Mister Voss's suggestion and see what kind of cost we are looking at. It is a good idea but we are on our own in terms of acquiring said items for this one. We will likely almost assuredly need transportation on the ground when we arrive. Also depending on the lighting situation on the planet with the farming operations being subterranean we should probably look into some hunting goggles, or other scanner type goggles allowing for sight in less than ideal conditions. If you could see about scraping some of these up as well Mister Korne, it would be ideal." btw sheet is in my name tag on every post. Edit: oh you guys made new dossiers. Fancy! and cool. Jaynen fucked around with this message at 15:48 on Mar 7, 2014 |
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Lukan Triege - Foyer, Covert ISB Complex, Twilight Sector, Coruscant Lukan followed the others into the foyer. When the new gear was presented to the agents he slipped one of the commlinks into a pocket, then began cycling through the information on the new datapad. Lukan only skimmed the dossiers on his fellow agents; there would be plenty of time on the long haul to Marrovia for more detailed study. ISB Dossier: Triege, Lukantius "Such equipment could be worthwhile, sir," Lukan said. He gently tugged at the lapels on his Imperial Navy officer's uniform. "This will not go over well in the Outer Rim. I think it might be a good idea if we all visited a local charity to pick up some used clothes. We should also leave anything that identifies us as obvious Imperial operatives here on Coruscant." Lukan put the new datapad in his pocket next to the hold one. "After all, if ship security is compromised while we're on planet, we don't want to give the game away so casually. Aside from that, I believe we should depart as quickly as possible, sir."
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