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Sardeya passes on a coded frequency that Viktor should be able to leave a message on and departs without making any further attempt to have you commit to anything. You think she seems to have gotten whatever it was she was looking for though its hard to tell. The one day journey is mostly uneventful from there though at the end of it you've managed to restock your ship and making sure everything is in perfect working order. You all meet up on board the Nite Owl making final preparations, and storing away the compact speederbikes Saveth managed to acquire before splitting off to take the newly acquired Y-Wings with you. Before anyone leaves though, your'e going to need to pick a destination. Sardeya's job offer was for everyone on Dantooine or Nem'ro back on Nar Shaddaa. [You all stole some storm trooper poo poo in a crate earlier, so theres a spare blaster rifle and Stormtrooper Lamanate armour set, someone who wants them claim them] kingcom fucked around with this message at 03:01 on May 19, 2015 |
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Your ships enter hyperspace and begin the relatively short journey to Nar Shaddaa. It seems the rebel fleet dropped out of hyperspace deep in the Outer Rim so your own journey was not particularly difficult. If one was smart enough you could take some educated guesses as to where the fleet would go from here, assuming of course they weren't just trying to throw you off their tail. After a few hours you enter the Hutta system and set course for the Pirate's Moon. The familiar site of a heavy flow traffic flooding too and from both the moon and the planet below. A jumbled mess of various ship shapes, sizes and manufacturing origins with little to no uniformity or pattern. Your mess of ships can easily pass unnoticed down into the city straight to Nem'ro's warehouses if that is where you are headed.
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Saveth Saveth gets into his Y-wing. He hunches over as the canopy is lowered. No one ever creates fighter with larger races like Trandoshans in mind. Saveth was hunched over, his knees were right under his chin, and the flight stick was like a small twig in his clawed hand. None the less, his ship accepts the jump coordinates from Trev. He has to, since the rebels didn't choose to throw in astromech droids with the ships. The flight was long, and he couldn't wait to get back to his freezing quarters aboard the Nite Owl. spent exp. Got a rank in coercion and a poo poo ton of talents from the gadgetter tree. Character sheet updated in my OP.
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Viktor Guiding the two starfighters down alongside his own ship, Viktor carefully dusts down on the landing platform near Nem'ro's base of operations. He checks with Saveth and Dalessa, making sure they landed okay, before sighing and leaning back in his chair to relax for a moment, his eye closed. There had been a lot going on lately, and getting a chance to just sit and know closing his eye won't lead them right into an asteroid was a grand thing. After a moment, he sits up and looks to Trev. "Well, here goes." Viktor leans forward and flicks a switch, dialing in to the frequency Nem'ro had given them before. "This is the Nite Owl. We've made it down planetside at docking bay, ah.." Viktor stops to check the correct number before continuing. "We have our cargo." Letting the button go, Viktor looks back to Trev and shrugs. "Now Nem'ro sends someone out, we get taken to him, and we get this over with."
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The Nite Owl roars through the atmosphere, closely followed by a pair of BTL Y-wing Starfighters moving take up positions on the nearby landing pads leading to Nem'ros warehouse. Having radio'd ahead a team of techs and support crews wait nearby under a nearby shelter. The minimal rain the pirate's moon tends to see seems to have broken its trend and is bucketing down around the city making sure everyone running to check out your ship and connect fuel lines are working fast if nothing else. Even despite the pouring rain, getting out of the Y-wing's cockpit and being able to stretch your legs a great gift for Dalessa and Saveth and they take advantage of it as they regroup with Viktor and Trev down at the warehouse exterior.  The Sheejo, thew eequay guard you have encountered before is waiting outside to greet you. A pair of large and angry looking trandoshans standing with him. Though to be entirely accurate trandoshans always look angry or hungry. They appear to be on edge more than you would assume given your arrival was here to get Nem'ro what he wanted. With little more than a curt greeting and a nod you are all led through the warehouse into the private section at the back where the Hutt has set up a private audience chamber now fully stocked and established as something a crime lord could find himself at home in. From all appearances it looks like Nem'ro will be operating here a for a while. Moving into the antechamber the Nem'ro quickly dismisses the scribe he was talking to and turns his full attention; and bulk, towards you.  "Oh oh oh...you have all returned then. I presume that means you have had quite a success? I have heard some interesting rumours as to what occurred on Kessel. Though things are yet to be confirmed. The Empire certainly is very....active on the matter. Do you have something to placate them hmmm?"
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Viktor Viktor tosses his recording to Nem'ro's right hand man, adopting the practiced look of the swaggering, blow hard captain. "Got a full, recorded confession from one of the lieutenants manning the Kessel mines. He and numerous others under his command defected to the rebellion, released a bunch of prisoners, and in general stirred the poo poo pot hard. Oh, and that's just the start of it." The captain regales Nem'ro with the tale of their insertion, escape, and retrieval of two Y-Wings from the Rebel alliance, carefully leaving out the parts where his own force awakening had occurred and the offers to be trained. ".. and the green skinned lady? Jedi. Dunno where she's headed or what she has in mind, but her release was the big plan. And you'll she named Bore'pak himself as her benefactor. From the sounds of it, he's got nothin' in finances because it's all invested in the rebellion." He folds his arms across his chest and leans against a table, shaking his head. "Whole thing runs deep. That cylinder? It was intended for this Jedi lady. I got a feeling, and I'm sure you do, too, that this is some big poo poo with the rebellion." "So, placate the Empire? Give 'em the two Y-Wings to find their strengths and weaknesses, give 'em the names of the people behind the Kessel escape, and point 'em at Bore'pak. It seems like he knows where it's headed."
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Nem'ro practically leaps forward at your explanation, a greedy glint in his eyes that quickly envelop his entire face. "You have proof of Bore'pak's duplicity. Oh oh oh...then his business is already destroyed. We can make sure this news reaches the Empire's representatives then. Though I doubt they will be interested in your stolen ships. Those vessels are old beneath there notice. Though I would certainly find a way to make use of them if you are trying to sell. Copying the data from their flight records might be worth something to the Imperials too. Perhaps it would be better if you made your sales pitch to them in person though..." Nem'ro ends trying his best to suppress a quickly rising grin. The doors burst open as a pair of Imperial Stormtroopers push the heavy double doors aside, each of them showing sergeants shoulder pads as they make room for another Imperial officer carrying and focusing on a datapad and a Chiss wearing the uniform of the Imperial Security Bureau.  The Agent Valice surveys the room, making sure to look each of you dead in the eyes but mostly ignoring Nem'ro an his guards. As the doors close behind him you can see at least a squad of stormtroopers in the warehouse behind, maybe even more. The human Imperial Officer takes a look casually at the room before beginning to quickly enter details onto his pad, while the stormtroopers step aside to take positions on either side of the doorway. Agent Valice steps forward, "Well, it is interesting to see all of you again. By all rights I should be hauling you off to a very deep dark cell but I am told by Nem'ro you have something of value to bargain for your lives. You were with the Rebel attack. Tell me where the....Jedi is hiding and the location of the Rebel Fleet. And you will tell me why the Jedi wanted the code cylinder so badly. Answer me this and I will allow you to leave, alive."
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Viktor Viktor stiffens when the Chiss arrives, before giving a coy grin. "Well, now that we're finally in a position where neither of us have a blaster pointed at the other.." He stands and gives a firm salute. "Viktor O'Mallah, formerly of the Imperial Navy, imprisoned and framed by Black Sun during the course of duty, sir." He stands at ease, his face grim again. "My colleague, Trev, can tell you more about the cylinder, but it was at very least a message to other Jedi, and it includes what could be a list, but the cipher was too much for us to crack with such little in the way of resources." He adjusts his stance slightly, obviously more comfortable now that he can just blather on. "I've given Nem'ro here everything we have on the Kessel escape; in spite of our part in its execution, we were there more as spies than insurgents. It seems like the vast majority of the staff there were in on it.. the whole mine may well have turned. As for the location of the fleet, and the jedi?" He looks to the others and shrugs. "I can give you all of our flight data to give you their last location after their escape from Kessel, before we parted ways, but they didn't exactly tell us where they were headed. You might be able to follow their hyperspace trail.." He scratches at his beard, looking to be in thought. "Cause I doubt they'd follow the standard hyperspace lanes, since those are patrolled and fairly secure. We were a day's jump from Kessel, and the astrogation logs should pinpoint exactly where we were and our trail back, but beyond that they didn't give me any specific locations." The captain looks to Trev and the others. "Though to be frank, I was in a medical facility for the majority of the trip. Saveth and Dalessa might have more insight from what they overheard or learned."
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Trev The clone removes his helmet, lets his gun rest on the sling and assumes a parade rest. Being debriefed by intelligence was something he hadn't done in a long time, but the proper protocol was still deeply ingrained in him. "CT-1423 'Trev', Former Grand Army Field Technician of 9th Assault Corps, later medical transfer to 53th Transport Corps. As my Captain said the coded cylinder contained information pertaining to Traitor Jedi. Based on preliminary investigations, using non-destructive slicing, we managed to ascertain that the device contained both a list and an audio log. The audio log was a message from Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi to unknown party or parties, essentially telling them to hide. We were unable to identify the contents of the list itself. Later during our stay onboard the Nebulon-B Class Rebel Hospital Frigate 'Redemption' we met a Jedi who identified herself as Sardeya. She told us the list was one of suspected force sensitives. We have not been able to prove or disprove this claim. However, if it is true: It is likely they are or were planning to use that list to recruit or kidnap people and turn them into Jedi. The cylinder and its contents were given to Nem'Ro the Hutt on the basis that possession of such items would endanger our operations." Trev lists matter of factly. "We also have complete security footage from Kessel here with me, incase Lord Agent needs to verify who the defectors and escapees were. It also contains footage of Dark Sun dealing openly inside Empire facility." Sormus fucked around with this message at 21:39 on Jun 1, 2015 |
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Agent Valice stares down Trev after he announces himself to be a clone, seemingly unable to take his eyes off of him. "The....jedi freely offered you this information, with very little knowledge you were trustworthy or even on your side?" He turns away and paces slowly for a moment, rubbing his neck. "Your vessel is already being transferred to my ship. Since Nem'ro wanted to buy them he can keep the rest after I get the navigation data. Clone, you are Imperial property and will be reporting to me at once. The rest of you are going to be taken prisoner to ensure none of what you have said changes when we all depart. If what you are telling me is the truth and you are loyal servants of the Empire then you will have no issue with being on hand until we can verify things. Alternatively you can attempt to shoot your way past my troops and try to retrieve your vessel. For both our sakes I suggest you choose the former."
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Viktor Viktor shrugs. "Rebels are idiots. I chatted up the lieutenant overseeing the prison and convinced him we were bounty hunters for sale; the rebels wanted to us to see their side of things, but we told 'em we had to remain neutral, 'guild policy' and all." He nods towards Saveth. "Mind, he's an ACTUAL bounty hunter, and he bore witness to the horrors on Coruscant from the Jedi Order, and both he and Trev here would've turned my rear end in if they thought I was takin' up the Firebird." However, at the mention of taking Trev as property, Viktor loses his cool, standing up and stepping forward. "He's not "property", chiss. He was discharged, honorably, after years of service, and he's got a place in my crew. If he goes anywhere, he goes with me, on HIS choice." He glares at the agent, biting his tongue before saying anything else that might hurt their cause.
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Trev Trev is conflicted having to juggle two separate allegiances and tries to defuse the situation. "Captain, What Lord Valice is saying is: We are all going with him, I am going because its an order, You are coming because Lord Valice 'said so'. He expects a full debrief on our actions atleast since Zerm. He has, however, also suggested the alternative option of starting a firefight, where we would be grossly outnumbered."
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Viktor Viktor glances to Trev and sighs, running a hand through his hair as he relaxes. "Alright, fine. It's an order for all of us, though; we're all Imperial citizens, loyal to the Emperor. We'll come with you; there's no point fighting." He nods to the agent and stands at ease, though there is still some obvious resentment smoldering in him.
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 Dalessa Sheet "I'm not an Imperial citizen!" She stares furiously at the agent, she changes her talk to a tongue only the blueskins in the room can hear. In Chiss "What is exactly you're trying to do here Agent Valice? My friends here are stupidly loyal to the Empire and they told you exactly what you wanted to hear, what more could you want? What kind of Ascendancy citizen are you? Did you learn nothing from our last encounter? Just leave us alone if you value your life, I don't care how many stormtroopers you brought with you, my aim is that good that I'll put you down first if you continue harassing us!"
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Agent Valice turns away from Viktor, pulling a pair of gloves from his belt, "Believe me...Viktor. This is your only chance to make it out of this alive. For any of you..." He cuts short at Dalessa's tirade, turning around to face her, stone faced as usual. He waits for her to finish, not saying a word of making a move for a few moments. Responding in Chiss, "Do I need to remind you that the Ascendency has a full extradition treaty with the Empire. You are as much under my thumb as anyone else. What I am trying to do is give you a chance to survive this and in return allowing me to complete my mission. Killing me is not in your best interest. Even if you survive this encounter you will have escalated the situation. There are things far worse than death to fear little girl. Do not make me regret sparing you." [If there are no further questions or objections your all going to be escorted aboard a star destroyer and put into a detention cell during transit.]
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You are transported aboard the Imperial shuttle to the Star Destroyer in orbit. The ride is hostile and uncomfortable but at least nobody is shooting at you. During your stay aboard the vessel you are disarmed and placed under heavy security, transported to and from your prison cell to where-ever you are needed though you are ultimately treated fairly well for Imperial prisoners. After a couple of nights sleep you feel the rumble of hyperspace come to an end as the giant vessel transits back to sub-light speeds. You are escorted to the bridge of the Star Destroyer and startlingly provided your weapons and equipment back though the heavy guard is still in place. On board the bridge is agent Valice and his command crew, most of whom give you a disgusted look and move away. He will wait to make sure you have taken a moment to look around before finally addressing you. "Well, I assume your stay aboard my ship was uneventful. We are at the edge of the Dantooine System, moving into range in a few hours. When we do every Imperial and..connected person on the planet will be aware of us and be making plans in case we are here for them. This is why I have given you a chance to become an Imperial asset instead of an Imperial accident. You have at least one registered bounty hunter in your group and I am confident you are all people that are capable of finding anything trying to hide. I have a job that requires your particular skill sets and your experience. There is a target on this world I want brought in. Alive preferably but dead will still be counted as a success. He is young and alone not a threat to ones of your calibre im sure. Sano Tarku. He brings up a holographic display of the boy's face.  "His family are members of the Rebel Alliance and traitors and they are to be shown what insurrection against the Empire really gets them both them. He will likely be protected once they realise he is the target and some of his family may already be with him. They will be expecting Imperial troops to break down their door. Our presence will draw their attention and you will be free to pursue your objective. In case of emergency, I've made available an Imperial tracking device," he hands over a small black code cylinder, only slightly larger than a normal one and cleverly disguised as such. "Activate it and my forces will descend on your location should the need arise. It is a simple task and I'm sure far beneith you capabilities. I assure you, you will be compensated. More if you bring him in alive. Your ship is now returned to you and you are given free rein to take any action you feel necessary in your investigation to find the target. Are there any questions?"
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Agent Valice maintains his clam expression, turning to face outwards through the Bridge's viewports and out into the vastness of space. "Of course this child is not significant but for multiple reasons. The code cylinder's decoding has mostly been successful but not in the way we had hoped. We did not get specific people but instead family names and bloodlines. His is one of them. The Tarku family of Dantooine is on that list. While it is impossible to determine if he is anyone in his family is in touch with...the force, we are acting to ensure that it does not become a problem. The family has dwindled though they appear to control some limited financial influence on the world, they have only one heir. If he is taken their bloodline is cut and we hold a hostage against them should they themselves be in a position to do anything about it. We also cut off a valuable resource to the rebellion in that financial aid. The simple fact is we are not sure what the boy is. That is why people who are good at...adapting, such as yourselves are being brought in."
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Viktor The captain listens for a minute, his expression blank and relaxed as he takes in the information; internally, he's running over every possible way to gently caress this up in such a way that it makes Valice look like a complete shithead and they get away with it. After a moment he clears his throat, tucking his hands into the small of his back. "Will Trev be accompanying us for this mission, Agent? He's an integral part of our crew, and a friend to us all."
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Agent Valice nods slowly, "The clone...CT-1423 will be accompanying you yes. I would want your squad to be at your full potential. There is no telling what you may be up against." [Trev enters the bridge behind you all] kingcom fucked around with this message at 02:59 on Jun 17, 2015 |
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Viktor Once the entire crew was assembled, Viktor gives a smart salute to the Agent Valice and turns, motioning for the others to follow. He remains silent as they trudge back to their ship, thinking deeply on the situation at hand. After a moment, he turns to Trev. "So what'd they do to you while in custody, buddy? You still the same soldier, or did they reactivate some kinda weird training in you?" He gives Dalessa and Saveth a glance as he says this; the look of concern on his face speaks volumes of his concern that their anti-spy had been compromised by the spy agency. Regardless, Viktor climbs aboard The Nite Owl, taking a moment to make sure everything was still pretty well in its place. He glances to Trev and makes an obscure gesture the two of them had designed to sweep for bugs, in case there was audio and video surveillance. Knowing the ISB, the entire loving ship was probably broadcasting every fart and nose pick on the ship. But he had to be sure. He had to keep the ace up his sleeve intact to get everyone out of the ISB's sights.
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Trev Trev sighs deeply after the loading ramp closes. "Well, it was bit weird, captain. First they gave me full physical exam, with jogging on a treadmill and all. Afterwards I was debriefed about my actions since the war up-to our mission on Zerm." he says while clutching his chin "Very straightforward talk as the Agent did not waste time on pleasantries and did not expect me to either. Almost felt bit nostalgic." The clone makes a quick system scan and checks for any outgoing transmissions. After the tests come back negative he continues: "Frankly it was weird, they were interested in my physical and mental condition more than the possibility of a Clone turning on them"
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Viktor With the ship coming up clean, Viktor takes the helm and sighs, sinking into the seat and resting his head back on the headrest. He had a bad feeling about all of this, but he was pretty sure that was because he was dealing with Imperial Intelligence; there was no way to have a GOOD feeling about working with the shadowy spy organization, even if you were a member of the damned thing. But the problem was, he wasn't sure if it was simply common sense, or some sort of premonition. Somehow, the idea that the Force was actually warning him was annoying. After a moment, he sits up and starts the ship's start up process, easing her out of the docking bay of the agents agent's ship. Once clear, he hunts down Dantooine in the nav computer and sets up the hyperdrive coordinates, and jumps the ship into hyperspace. Once she's on autopilot, Viktor stands and excuses himself to his cabin. "Long couple of days. I'm gonna kick my feet up. Trev, keep us on course." In his room, Viktor sits on the side of his bed, looking at the communicator given to him by the Jedi. He furrows his brow in thought as he stares at it; Intelligence wanted him to take care of a man down on Dantooine, and the rebels had a man down there that was important to them. He didn't need any Force nonsense to make a connection there, but for a moment he had to wonder if aiding the Empire was the right thing in all this. His thoughts race at this; he knows he could've lost his crew, his life, his ship, all because he made Intelligence mad. And while that was never something he had thought could happen, he knows it DID happen; the stories were there for a reason, weren't they? You didn't do anything to make the Empire mad. You were loyal, you were dutiful, you did what you were told, when you were told, and you pleased the Empire. Or else. Was that how he wanted to live? In fear? Worrying that he was gonna piss of the wrong person at the wrong time? He flops back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Where the gently caress were these thoughts coming from? He'd been on the wrong side of the law for years, why did any of this come up now? He closes his eyes, putting the cool metal of the communicator to his forehead. Something had changed in him, something had awakened in him. He had felt it back when they were doing the spice job, when he found the cylinder. He felt like he was in something much bigger now, something more important than screwing someone out of a month's salary. Viktor sits up after a few minutes and even still, he hesitates before putting his thumb on the power button. He was furious with the Empire, he knew that; he was a proud man, a good soldier, and it had all been thrown away by an rear end in a top hat wanting a few more credits in his account. But that wasn't what had done it. It was that blue piece of poo poo's emotionless face. It was the smugness that radiated from him even as he looked down at Viktor and his crew like they were ants. It was him calling Trev by a serial number. The captain thumbs the communicator on and holds it up to speak. "Sardeya. This is Viktor. We're en route. I think I'm in. Tell me what I need to know."
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 The voice that answers back over the communicator isn't that of Sardeya but after a few moments you realise its the same voice as the Bothan who accompanied Sardeya aboard the rebel fleet. "This is Ralk Eshka'ok....and Viktor, I'm going to be honest here and say I never expected to be hearing from you again. My advice is to throw you and your crew into the nearest sun but I'll tell you what Sardeya told me. We don't have specifics we are looking for the Tarku family. Mother, father, son. Their line is...sensitive if something is up with any of them they are going to be in tremendous danger and are going to need to be smuggled off world. We have no tell if the Empire is on them at this point so its going to need to be done quiet and fast. Thankfully we have contact with...sympathetic individuals on Dantooine who are keeping an eye on the family. Far as I know the father has been contacted but I don't have up to date information. Sardeya is on her way to check things out but she said your equipped to find out if theres anything the family needs to be concerned about. Dantooine had some conflict on it not too distantly so the planet is under curfew. Imperial troops have limited information coming in and out and have put troops on the street. Hence why our people are keeping a low profile. You're the people who specialise in sneaking people off world. Assess the family and get them ALL out just in case. You get off the planet and somewhere safe and we can take care of the rest. If things work out Sardeya may be on site to support. You start looking for the Tarku's and our people will find you. When you meet, the pass phrase is Blue Flame. Try not to gently caress this up. Ralk out."
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Saveth Saveth sighs as he walks back aboard the Nite Owl. He knew right now he was on thin Ice, and that wasn't just because of the fact that his room has gathered a slight layer of frost. Capture for a Trandoshan means a shame unimaginable. Capture alive invalidates all of your Jagannath points. As it stood he could convincingly argue that he wasn't captured alive, but only that Imperial Intelligence temporarily detained him long enough to give him an assignment. The assignment itself was another piece of the puzzle as well. He may be Guild bounty hunter and not an Imperial, but that Blue Faced gently caress will have reported this on-going contract to the Guild. If he doesn't take this kid in, that's the end of his Guild License, and the end of his Jagannath Points, as it could be argued it goes from detention to lying to escape clear custody. And Saveth just knew his soft-hearted comrades were going to want to find a way to gently caress this up. When Viktor scurries off to his private quarters shortly after take off Saveth narrowed his eyes. If anyone was going to suggest so damned plan to risk his points and his license, it would be Viktor. If it comes down to that, Saveth may finally have to put the captain in his place. Nothing about signing up on this ship included the human making GBS threads all over his work.
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Viktor For a few minutes, Viktor weighs his options. Of course the kid was the target for both sides. If he was force sensitive, he was a threat to the Empire, and a new hope for the Rebellion; the empire was bound to strike back and prevent a return of the jedi. But he knew what would happen to the kid. There was only one thing that could happen to him if Intelligence had their sights on him. The captain sits on the edge of the bed, slouched forward with his head in his hands; he runs his fingers through his hair and growls, trying to think of what exactly to do. He couldn't let the kid be picked up and killed. After a moment, Viktor stands and grabs his jacket, puling it on as he heads out of his room. He hits his fist against the intercom next to his door, his voice coming over every speaker in the ship. "Everyone to the conference room. Put the ship in auto-pilot. We've got poo poo to discuss." He lets go, standing for a moment with his jaw set. The trandoshan wasn't going to like this, but he knew there was a big heart under all that armor and scales. There had to be, with how he tried to eat a loving krayt dragon just to save Dalessa. Viktor sits in his chair, the tools given to him by the agent sitting on the table next to the rebel communicator, and his trusty pistol and wallet laid out beside them. He stares at them, glancing up as the others come in, and he sighs, sitting fully upright. "I gave our friends in the Rebellion a call. As you might have sussed out yourself, the kid's central to both sides. What our blue friend in Intelligence neglected to tell us is that the kid's Jedi material." He lets that sink in for a moment, looking straight at Saveth as he continues. "I don't know what you know about the Imperial Security Bureau, but this isn't a bounty. This isn't sanctioned by the guild; the guild will likely never loving know about it, because the kid hasn't committed any crimes, and isn't going to prison." "He's gonna disappear. Maybe to some lab, maybe to some unmarked grave, I dunno. But as far as the greater galaxy is considered, the kid will likely have never existed." Viktor looks visibly upset by this, but presses on."I want you all to know, for any doubts you may have, that Valice called us 'assets.' You know what an asset is?" He gestures to his wallet. "Something someone owns that can be liquidated to settle a debt. Something you spend. Expendable. I don't know about you guys, but I don't like the idea that Intelligence considers us that. We've done some questionable poo poo as a crew, but we haven't been assassins. We haven't rounded up people in the middle of the night that weren't full out criminals, and even when they were, they got their due process." He looks back to Saveth now. "What's liable to happen is we catch this kid, we run out of usefulness, and we get swept under a rug until we're needed, which I doubt will be ever." The captain gestures to Trev. "You heard him talk about Trev like he was a loving piece of equipment that was being released to us from the armory. We do this, and I guran-drat-tee you, we're losing Trev. We're losing each other. And even if we don't, we're on their list. We know a dirty secret. Something the rebels would love to shout from the mountain tops, because we'd have taken a little boy from his family and gotten him killed. That's not something they're gonna leave out in the wild." O'Mallah sits back down, hard, running a hand through his hair again. "And you know what? I've lived by the Imperial creed all my life. I've dotted my i's and crossed my t's, and until I got framed, I was a model citizen. And I don't feel like runnin' all my life, waiting for poo poo like this to catch up to me." He gives everyone a hard look and then picks up the distress beacon carefully. "I don't know what I think of the rebellion. I don't know that I agree with them, or that I'd side with them. But I do know I don't agree with Intelligence. I don't believe in that dirty, down under poo poo that they pull, and I sure as gently caress don't agree with getting some little boy killed." "We can't kill Valice ourselves. That just marks us by Intelligence for all time. But I've got an idea. I just need to know if you lot are with me." He sets the beacon back down and sinks back into his chair, looking specifically at Trev and Saveth. "And if you're not, then I'm gonna make sure you aren't on this ship. I'll leave you on some planet with a blaster wound, tell Valice I killed you, and press on on my own."
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Saveth Saveth makes a hiss that sounds like a sign as Viktor goes off on his little tirade. This was totally unsurprising. "Just cut it out. You might have been all rear end hurt by the Empire, but that doesn't mean all of us have. Do you realize what it is you're asking of us here? We don't kill or hand over this kid, I don't see how we ain't labeled as criminals or terrorists. That happens, my life is over. The Guild will cut contact with me, they don't take kindly to Criminals unless a Hunter is bringing them in. I get labeled a terrorist, Imperial Intelligence goes to my mother's home on Coruscant and loving ghost her. You're asking us to give up our lives as we know them for some damned child." Saveth stands up, his muscles visibly pulsing under his scales and one clawed hand rests on his blaster holster, "Sorry boss, if it comes down to a child or me and mine, me and mine win every time. I'm not here to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for an Imperial Assassin or Imperial Bounty Hunter, and I sure as poo poo ain't looking to side with those idealist idiots in the Rebellion. You wanna go soft and drag me with you, you better convince me you have a damned good plan that will keep this child safe and keep Intelligence off our backs afterwards. Otherwise I'll love to see you try and put a blaster shot in me."
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Viktor The captain shakes his head, trying to keep the situation calm ."Lemme rephrase that. You willingly let me shoot you in the shoulder and I claim I killed you to Valice and get called incompetent for not doing it right, and you get out scot-free. I'm not saying I'll kill you and dump you for not going with me. That ain't me, and you know better. If I'm willing to risk my own skin for some kid, you think I'd be as cold blooded as to murder my own?" "And you know what? You're getting rear end hurt by the Empire right now. Your life is over the second you're sighted in on by Intelligence. You think your mother's safe if you go kill or capture this kid? You think YOU'RE safe? They even get an INKLING that you know what you're not supposed to, that you could be a possible leak, and they'll plug you. They'll get anyone who can be used to leverage you, and they'll do it. They'll falsify records, they'll pay the right people to say the wrong things, they'll kill your own mother just to get you. They're a phantom menace, and they've been one since the clone wars; you'll feel the revenge of some shithead if you let them get you in their sights, and we're not there YET." Viktor puts the beacon down. "Trev can back me up on this. Once Imperial Intelligence thinks you're an asset, you stay an asset, until you're not useful anymore. These guys are trained and bred to live and breathe only what's best for the Empire, no matter what it is. Right and wrong and innocent and guilty don't come into their logic; you're either an asset to the Empire, or a detriment, and you'll be handled accordingly. Doesn't matter if you're a criminal or a noble or whatever." He points a finger at Saveth. "And don't pull that poo poo with me about criminals not being in the guild. All the collateral damage you guys can cause? All the bad press? All the wrongful captures and kills, and the people who walk away with JUST fines? You guys live on bad publicity. You're the biggest and the baddest and poo poo doesn't stick to you, that's why people hire you." He sighs, adjusting his seating ad putting a hand through his hair again. "Look. I'm not asking you to give up your lives to help some kid. We all got different values, and this kid? He may be a hellion, might kick cats and set fire to bird nests. Kid's not the point of it. Point of it is that we're pinned down by a shadowy organization that answers to no one and will do everything they can to end us once they feel like we need to be ended. What I'm asking is for you to help reclaim everything that's ours." Viktor gives a shaky laugh. "We're hosed no matter which way we go on this, and we have been since the first loving job we pulled; we're gonna have this guy breathing down our necks whichever way we do this. Nem'ro didn't screw us, the Empire didn't screw us, but life did, and Intelligence is going to, especially this agent. He's taken a shine to Dalessa and we've been a pain in his rear end more than once, and he's bound to wonder what we actually know, even if we DIDN'T know anything else." Viktor stands up, leaning forward with his hands on the table. "So you know what? I say gently caress it. I say we do the right thing. Because either which way we look at it, whether we kill this kid or save him, we're gonna have to answer to the ISB. And we can either do it with a fighting chance, or we can go along with them and get suckered in when we least expect it." "This isn't the Empire I grew up respecting, that I trained to defend and that I protected at the fringes. Have you not noticed how afraid everyone is? No one can say word one criticizing the Emperor or his fuckin' secret police, and I used to think that wasn't a bad thing. I used to think the Empire was infallible. But I've seen otherwise." He looks to Trev now, his brow furrowed. "When you fought and killed separatists, the ones who used all these shady tricks and tactics to gain power and kill and control loyal citizens, did you think we'd be facing the same thing from within our own government? Did you sign on to kill children? To do everything you're asked, no matter how heinous, no matter how dirty and dishonorable?" He pauses, before pressing on. "That's why they're hiring normal men. That's why you left, man. Because this poo poo wasn't what you were made for. It's beneath you, and the blood that flows in your veins." He pauses, a flash of insight on his face. O'Mallah stands up, folding his arms across his chest as he again looks to Saveth. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but your god is a god of hunters and honorable warriors. You think that's what you'll still be if you end up killing children and unarmed civilians for someone who just wants fewer people muttering about how the trains are late? What do you lose for innocent lives and easy prey? You're practically captured alive right this second, Scales. We've got a chance to either get out or go down fighting while we try, or let the trap close on us. Our lives as we knew them were over the second we took on that spice with the stupid cylinder in it." For a moment, Viktor simply looks between Saveth and Trev. The two of them were the hardest to convince, but he knew they were also the ones he'd need most for this. "We've got a choice to make. Sleep on it. It's still a few days out to Dantooine. We can land and do this like we had originally planned if you two aren't with me, because I'm not about to risk you two if you aren't fully with me. But if you aren't, and I make my move, you better lay down. I don't want the agent thinking you were in on it if I'm still an idiot in a few days' time."
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Trev Trev had been watching the argument from the sidelines, fiddling with his helmet settings. the hud was now in Kaminoan but the color and brightness were still completely wrong. "Viktor, You really shouldn't put too much emphasis on the fact that the Agent called me by my designation, it really is not a bigger deal than calling one of you naturals by your full name." Captains mention of honor and signing up kinda spook him for a moment, not having ever considered either an option. "I did not sign up to the army, I was made. My unit never attacked civilian settlements, but I suspect that is because there were specialized units that had been trained and equipped to carry out guerrilla operations."
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 The Nite Owl exits hyperspace in orbit of the world of Dantooine, a peaceful blue orb in the darkness of space. After your ship stabilizes as it re-enters normal space its sensors start reading out a list of ships, a long list for a planet so relatively remote. You would almost put this down to a traffic jam as a large congregation of vessels, seemingly trapped in orbit despite the lack of any space dock or station surrounded by Imperial patrol crafts, light gunboats and transports. Overseeing the operation is an Imperial Star Destroyer, one of the smaller Victory class vessels but still a very intimidating sight. A VT-49 Decimator moves into position alongside your vessel, signalling you with a matching speed and your position in the 'queue' as you drift towards the nearby world.  Its a quiet few moments as you are brought closer and closer to the makeshift imperial 'blockade' and checking point. From the looks of things all traffic is being tracked, scanned and boarded for inspection moving through the world. Suddenly the Imperial vessel tracking alongside you breaks formation from you and begins a course correction towards the rest of the blockade, departing with a signal communication. "You are cleared for landing at Garang spaceport. Enjoy your stay, citizen." Your journey to the surface is surprisingly easy when you are able to swoop past the large network of trapped ships, waiting for their turn. Down on the planets surface the space port seems relatively lock down by Imperial troops, even as you land you can see stormtroopers on patrol and a the hanger bays swamped with Imperial engineers and troopers along with the regular staff. A junior officer has Viktor quickly sign some handing papers and granting him a permit before quickly departing, he speaks very little a ignores any questions asked of him, looking exhausted and in a hurry. You are bothered surprisingly little when exiting the hanger despite seeing a lot of troopers questioning anyone else moving into the space port. Seems they are far more concerned with those going than coming. Seems the main city streets are fairly run down compared to what you've heard of this relatively lush and profitable world. Posters for Imperial enlistment, loyalty and warnings are scattered all over the walls, most with a layer of graffiti on top. The only new and fresh posters you see are those announcing the recent curfew in affect and the harsh penalties and imprisonment by anyone caught violating them. From the looks of the bedraggled populace and the occasional pack of Imperial troops moving throughout the city. Things look like they could get rough at any moment. Still you have an address of the Tarku residence. You would assume if the Imperials have this information they're not sitting at home right now but theres always the chance there's something anyone who cleaned the place out missed. The locals are probably familiar with them and everyone's always up for rumours and maybe even the rebels on the planet could find you first. Before that can happen though, you're going to need to decide on your next move.
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Jul 23, 2015 06:01
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Been busy, but I'm still in for this game. Just need to get a post in for Viktor.
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Viktor The captain was uneasy as he stepped off the ship. The trip had been in relative silence; he hadn't talked much to Trev or Saveth during the trip, and as it was, he wasn't sure where they stood with him. He trusted them enough to know neither of them would simply turn him in for suggesting any kind of treason, though the self-preserving part of his brain suggested it was less because they were his allies and more because they'd be hauled in with him into some deep, dark, Intelligence office to be forgotten. Viktor checked his gun one last time before heading out of the spaceport. He had rearmed his hold out and worked on his sidearm while waiting for the autopilot to be guided down, and just did anything he could to keep his mind focused on anything other than the idea he might be doing something incredibly stupid on his own. Sure, the rebels might back him up, but this was Saveth and Trev he was thinking about; he'd been all over the galaxy with the two of them and had been dug into some of the dumbest poo poo. But now? With what he was? With WHO he was? He didn't know if he could live under the yoke of an organization that would slaughter a family and kidnap a kid because of a gift he was born with, and just sweep it under the rug. No one would ever find out about it. No one would care. The Empire Protects. O'Mallah shook his head. Gifts? Ha. Before a week ago he didnt even know that poo poo was real. And all he'd used it for was to crush a guy's throat and smear him against a bulk head. The Empire had good reason to be scared of someone who could do that. Who knew what he could do with training? What kind of good, or evil? And was he thinking about the kid or himself? Viktor didn't even know. VACATION'S OVER, LADIES. LET'S HUSTLE. Also what should we say happened to Dal, did she just gently caress off back to the Chiss after she realized what we were getting into?
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Speeding things along and having Viktor, Trev and Saveth going to hunt down the kid starting at his listed place of residence. Dal died on the way to her home planet Trudging through the streets was ominous at best. Regular patrols of Imperial Stormtroopers walked past, with the locals quickly changing streets and closing doors and windows when they saw them approach. A constant sense of dread and mistrust seemed to have consumed the city. Everyone, both local and foreign, human and alien, swung suspicious glances as they moved past. A small group exiting a bar quicken their pace as they see you moving along the streets past them. Moving deeper into the town you begin to get a better grasp of the town's fear. Buildings have been torched and boarded up, only occasionally at first before you begin to see an entire block on lockdown. Markets have been close up and disbanded and you even move past a group of Imperials arresting and disbanding a handful of merchants who have attempted to set up a stall. Two helmeted troopers glare in your direction as you move past, ensuring the locals keep their distance. Eventually you reach the right street and it's fairly apparently which house it is about halfway down the street. A squad of stormtroopers stand watch outside, eyeing you as you approach while they 'supervisor' a pair of local workers boarding up a house's windows and nailing a large sign over the house's awning reading 'House Sealed for Treason Against the Empire'. One of the stormtroopers, wearing the shoulder pad of a sergeant, moves towards you. "Stop right there, this is a restricted area."
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