Welcome Respite (open)

[Djinn S'jet]

"Juzst szign her, her ahnd......her pleezs."

-The crimson-clothed port official's surprisingly loud voice emanated from his small head as it bobbed up and down, glancing across the surface as the larger human initialed the document.

Djinn had never thought he'd be so happy to do paper work.

The mercanary re-attached the stylus to the clip running along the top edge of the pad before sliding back across the desk to the Duros officer.-

"As always, pleasure doing buisness with you Babarine."

-The little man issued squeezed his reply through an alien accent as his face dissappeared back down to his stacks of reports and forms.-

"Of corrrzs, yez."

-Captain Sjet had been once been a highly respected Commando in the rebel forces; if only the squadies could see him now.

About 4 months ago a Coruscacnt Authorities Correctional Institute transport crashed on some backwater barley enhabited jungle planet and someone had to see to rounding up the fleeing criminals.

The pay was more then the standard rate but with good reason; the 60-man assorted group of Gran, Gamorrean and a few Falleen had all scattered in different directions on the small planet.

It was 10k credits per head but it took weeks to find them all, and of course they all put up a fight (even though the Coruscant Prisons would probably give them a far more comfortable existance then anything they could scronge together while on the run).
Six seperate trips in all, Djinn had dropped of the last of the scoundrels into the hands of Coruscant Authorities.

Djinn scheduled his Skiff for heavy-maintenance, smap water got everywhere and it was due soon anway. The proffesional handyman took the chance to take in the various Coruscant leisure options.

Signing off another form, this time for the docking bay maintenance authority, he grabbed his satchel and strode down the loading plank.
Slinging the well worn rucksack over his shoulder, he winced slightly with the pain wracking his whole body. His armor was obscured fairly completely, though not really deliberatly, by his hideleather trench coat. His body radiated with the discomfort of 2400 man hours of work.

Coruscant was a welcome respite indeed.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

Two men dressed in black uniforms began to shadow Djinn, both wearing black helmets and padded armor, no obvious insignia but people parted ways for them among the busy walk way regardless. If Djinn was paying attention, they made every turn he did, matched his pace, but still kept a respectful distance; both walking side by side, step by step. If they had any weapons on them, anything of such a nature was hidden beneath the draping black strips of cloth.

Those in the know really did try to avoid them. Not just moving out of their path but actually taking detours to their destinations. Unfortunately, not too many were aware of the mens' occupations. Inquisitoriate Seekers. Occasionally they appeared, and in turn, others would disappear. Some reappeared days, weeks, even months later and then some were never seen again. Those who did reappear went pale in the face when queried of the event and refused to go on about the topic.

Those who knew more about them knew as much that they were almost always human or something close to that. But even then, going further to think that they really were human is pushing the limits. Rumors listed them among cyborgs, androids, and the like, altered to the Inquisitoriate's specifics without regard of anything resembling humanity, perfected blood hounds. And they were relentless once they had found their target. Those who took their detours this day felt complete sympathy for the prey they sought and with a good feeling they really could only conclude, better them than me, right?

[Djinn S'jet]

-The boyish veteran turned down a conecting bridge into the nearest tower; mainly following the sign to the Java corner cafe.

The ex-captain had spotted the pair of dark figures on his tail but hadn't found a chance to properly identify them in any way. Dark figures, in his life, where usualy bad news.
The potential hazard was the driving reason he took the first oppertunity to enter a nice and crowded establishment,
well that and the delicious smell of caffine and cookies.

He was in luck, a queue had shortend with perfect timing, he took the oppertunity whole-heartedly.-

"One large Mocha-java please."

"Yes sir....

-The bespeckled faced teenagers voice was possibley the least harmonious sound to ever fall on Djinn's poor ears.-

"...do you have a Java Central membership card?"

[Y'roth Helghast]

The entrance door opened and one of the Seekers entered. Many people looked up only to quickly look back down. The former owner of this resteraunt had disappeared one day under similar circumstances. The business had been hurt for a while and the regular customers had just started to come back. And only one Seeker? Four had shown up last time just to retrieve one fat, old man. Where were the rest.

The boy behind the counter had been about to repeat himself and he could only stutter upon catching sight of the Seeker in the doorway. It was standing at the door and not moving. No one was leaving. That much was obvious.

The door leading to the back swung wide and the other Seeker appeared. This time followed by a woman, dressed in similar black garb, her face paler than white, some odd mechanical looking spider in her neck, metal veins stretching up to her jaw. One eye was violet and the other was a dimly lit red. She slowly entered, moving with a grace that spelled deadly with each step. She scanned the room slowly, moving from booth to booth until it came to Djinn. Her face twitched and then split into an awkward smile. She moved beside him, resting her elbows on the counter, facing out.

"Captain S'jet?"

[Djinn S'jet]

-The Captain arched an eyebrow in a deliberatley cliched manor so as to inflict as much sarcastic melodrama as humanly possible.-

"That's ex-captain S'jet, I don't serve them any more."

-She was an Imperial Inquisitor, as plain as the silver spider resting on her jugular.

The Inquistion was always bad news, or so they said; Djinn had never met them himself.
Too bad for him, he couldn't keep it that way.-

"...but indeed I am Djinn S'jet, and you would be seeking me for what exactly?"

-He added the last of the six packets of sugar into his beverage before lifting it to his mouth and taking a sip.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Once a soldier, always a soldier."

Her voice was silk, altered somehow from within her throat to be melodious yet undetectably subtle.

"But loyalties can take root, and unfortunately, the terrorists strike deep into the heart of the Imperial's citizens."

She turned around to face Djinn, one gloved finger tracing up his arm.

"And we can't have an epidemic spreading in the heart of the Empire under such trying times. We love our people, and thus we will do anything to insure their safety. Don't you agree, Captain?"

[Djinn S'jet]

-The touch was soft and inviting but it didn't shake the skin-crawling nature of it's barely human status.-

"Certainly dear lady..."

-He subtley brushed his left hand, under the table, over the control pad on his right arm. Using the remote interface, he engaed the pre-fire standbye on the blaster carbine in the holster on his back, hidden beneath the coat; a preventative measure, just in case.-

"...every ruling power has a right to defend it's sovreign borders.

-He also made sure an assault munition charge was to hand.
He knew he the tactical odds where severly stacked against him with the room full of cybernetically enhanced agents and so he needed all the edge he could get just in case.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

She blinked suddenly and sharply, as if she had been struck in the head but from the inside. Other than that, nothing else on her face changed.

"Silly me, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Dahmonwight."

The name was a long dead title that belonged to a woman who had been a senator in the Old Republic too long ago. No one remembered such a name though, it had died with the ages and Dahmonwight was merely this wraith, a shadow of the Inquisitoriate.

"We need you to accompany us though, Captain. We need to speak with you under much more intimate terms. Can you comply?"

[Djinn S'jet]

-More serious sign crossed his face.-

"Well perhaps it would be appropriate to tell me what this is about before you march me off into the unknown?"

-He'd never heard the name before but there was something chillingly disconcerting about it.

Or maybe it was just her eyes.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"No Captain, at the given time, this would not be appropriate. Understand that we are being as courteous as possible, expecting you to follow in suit."

Her red eye seemed to refocus, as if that eye alone had captured something the violet eye had not.

"And a simple car ride is not the unknown while we explain the situation to you, Captain. I can only beg for your cooperation under such circumstances. I would hate to have to resort to any other measures but this."

Her lower lip turned out in a facial expression of pleading, as much as a near dead looking face like that could pull.

[Djinn S'jet]

-The situation was unnerving to say the least but he had little choice considering the circumstances.-

"Alright..."

-He replaced the assault charge (but left it accesible) but left the weapon on standbye.-

"....but make no mistake, I am not in the habit of getting into strangers vehicles on a whim..."

-He threw her a sharp expression.-

"....so if I suspect even the slightest trace of foul play, I'm out of there; understood?"

-He miantained outward confidence even though he knew he had little justification to make any demands.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Understood, Captain."

She smiled wryly. The rebel defiance and spirit was still there. Good. It made better cannon fodder than the average storm trooper to say the least. Her mechanical eye tracked everything, he was smart, willing to throw a lot away. But he underestimated the demons that could crawl out of the depths of the Empire's throneworld. A customized carbine? An assault charge? How silly.

"This is no whim, Captain. I'm sure you were expecting something to this with your... track record. If you would follow me, please."

There was hardly a slight of courtesy in that last sentence. Her tone had become hard, cold steel. Sliding out of her lips like a blade that demanded attention. She pushed off the counter and walked to the door, the Seeker holding the door open to the bright and busy street outside. The other Seeker, black helmet betraying nothing, merely stared at nothing from its vantage at the back door.

[Djinn S'jet]

-A stern faced soldier followed the woman out, he cast glances at the seekers to test for any effect but he detected no change of attitude at all.-

"If you don't mind me asking..."

-He used the walk as an oppertunity to gather as much information as he could; not on the Inquisitor, or her minions, but rather the situatution as a whole.
Like any good Commando Officer, he already had many plans, seocndary plans and backups; wheels within wheels.-

"...just how far do you plan on taking me?"

[Y'roth Helghast]

"This far..."

A long, black covered speeder slid to their side on the street. She stood beside the nearest door as it slowly opened.

"I give you my word, Captain, that no harm will come to you. We merely ask for the oppurtunity to talk with you."

The smile on her black lips had a generic look to it, one you might expect from an android secretary. The Seekers flanked Djinn, each at either side. They had dealt with many individuals before, very few actually gave them trouble. Trouble meaning they had to exert effort in the first place.

[Djinn S'jet]

-Again the eyebrow arched but this time he couldn't help it.-

"Mmm, well...."

-He placed his hand on the open door and put his first step in the speeder.-

"....you've peaked my interest now..."

-He made one last glance around the street; he, and his eyebrow, entered the vehicle.
The curiosity was getting the better of him but that didn't stop the little voice of cynicism.

I sure hope you know what you're doing S'jet.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

Djinn moved into the vehicle, followed by Lady Dahmonwight, and then the two Seekers. The doors near the front opened and two more Seekers came in. That made four Seekers, Djinn, and the Inquisitor within the rear compartment, seperated by a glossy mirror divider with the driver of the vehicle. The luxurious factor was that there was still plenty of room to be comfortable, at least, as comfortable as one could be in a confined space with a small group of homocidal cyborgs.

Her voice was dry with mechanical sarcasm.

"I'm glad we've finally catpured your interest, Captain. But let me move on to our objective and not waste any more of your valuable time."

The lights within the rear compartment dimmed, her red eye standing out amidst the shadows as a device on the ceiling began to rotate. The holovid projector sprung to life and a blue image was rendered in the middle of area. Words began to appear beside the figure.

Captain Djinn S'jet...
Commando unit operating under terrorist loyalties...
Warrant for capture under the terms of...

Her voice cut through the display, cutting it off before it could continue down the gigantic list for which Djinn was responsible.

"-But that's not important. I'm sure you understand where we are coming from? No one gets medals or earns respect among one's comrades without making a name for oneself within the enemy's ranks as well. But, of course, you have denounced your terrorist ties. Your a soldier for hire, no? Freelancing your skills?"

She sounded genuinely interested. The Seekers were still, unmoving sentinels.

[Djinn S'jet]

-Although he dare not show it one his face, he was well beyond uncomfortable. Nothing to do with leather aposltry or luxurious space but rather a vehicle full of killing machines, Imperial killing machines, reading him a list of charges.
Like any good soldier, he kept it together.-

"Yes, that's right.
On the whole, my work is still about the challenge and maybe even a little glory but now it's directed by profit.

I still have my principles and so there are still things I won't do and as a personal policy I try not to get jobs against anyone I knew in my previous life so as to avoid any uneccesary complications.

You know what us fleshbags are like sometimes when it comes to emotions and vendettas.
I prefer to keep a cool head when I work. Well....cool as possible anyway."

-Needless to say, he had a habit of talking overtime when he began to get nervous.
Better that then goinf on a shooting rampage I suppose.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"It is time for you to make choice then, Captain. The profit or your principles. Unfortunately, we can only support one and I'm sure you can understand that it is not your principles. Before we go any further, we need verbal confirmation of your choice... So as to avoid... Unnecessary complications."

Fleshbags? Did Captain S'jet think he was funny? In the shade of the compartment, it was hard to notice the slight twitches in her facial expressions. This man needed to wise up to the current situation. Her homocidal programming was slowly making its way into the equation.

[Djinn S'jet]

-Djinn may have been keeping his outward attitude casual, but he was no fool; principles or not, Djinn was a proffesional.
As the unwritten rules of the trade state, just tell them what they want to hear, you can sort out the mess later.-

"Principles are a personal indulgence, ultimatley I have would have to choose profit.
As far as ethic goes....eh, I'll get over it."

-Truth be told, he wasn't entirley comfortable with breaching his own sence of morality but then again he was relativley new to the trade and he knew that this day would come, the day any proffesional steps into the realm of true mercenary work, the day profit superceeds morality.-

"After all, if I wanted to do the 'right' thing, I would still be in the resistance. I chose to leave of my own free will; I choose to be a soldier, not of the state, but of fortune."

-He knew his technical skills of the trade very well, now it was time to move on to the next chapter; Moral Vaccum.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Of course, of course."

Lady Dahmonwight shifted in her seat. Verbal confirmation was achieved, locking the man further into the deal that was about to be issued. Her nanoreceptors had often concieved the Inquisitoriate as giant spider web, made of many smaller webs, each woven by the Inquisitors. How unfortunate for someone with a track record like Captain S'jet to get stuck in hers, for she had been weaving her webs for quite sometime.

"We have a proposition for you, Captain. One that will result in insuring your position as a soldier of fortune. The terrorists have funneled soldiers and light arms and weaponry into a position here on Coruscant within the deeper levels. You and possibly a few others will be sent in to remove this threat. You will be paid 50,000 credits advance and furnished five times as much upon completion. Not to mention, the warrants existing on your record will be lifted as you will have proved yourself abstract of the terrorist ideals. Do I need to repeat myself?"

[Djinn S'jet]

-Djinn took an invisible deep breath.-

"Well, to me, that sounds like a good job however I would like to know more before commiting myself. Despite the money, I don't want to end up on a solo mission against a battalion of rebels"

-He was beginning to slide into the moral vaccum, he wasn't sure if he was pleased or disconcerted.-

"But if we're talking about a single cell of less then 40 men, and if we're talking about a strike team of 3 or 4; well, then we might have ourselves a deal.

Of course I'm just phrasing example numbers for the sake of odds; I have no idea on the scale of your operation, which is exactly why any good proffesional would probe a little further.
At least is so far as to asertain tactical statistics."

[Y'roth Helghast]

"As long as your interested, Captain."

The smile that played across her lips was teasing. She looked maybe in her mid twenties, facial reconstruction and metal masking could do that. Minus the chrome spikes protruding from her neck, the red eye, and the wires intertwining with her hair, she could've been a model on a billboard. Too bad she wasn't even near mid twenties, no she had long passed those years by.

The holovid projector came to life once more, a schematic of the district appearing, the reticule zooming into a specific sector and then upon a building, giving a look of nearly 500 meters away from that building in every direction. Her hand distorted the image as she pointed to the building.

"This... is your target, Captain. The building used to be a library, its purposes now are unknown other than the terrorists have occupied it for their own devices. The outline of your orders is to kill anyone within this given perimeter. We are informed that there are no more than 15 combatives within the area. As said, they are merely guarding a large cache of weapons and light arms. They sport nothing more advanced than blaster rifles and possibly one heavy implacement. Our probes have detected nothing to the level of mines or any traps. Understand that they might have the capabilities of reinforcements but even that would be nothing more of a trifle for you and your remarkable experience to handle, Captain."

She sat back, folding her arms beneath her breasts.

"Anything else that I might've forgotten, Captain. I am a bit ditzy at times and can't always pay as much detail to things as you military types."

A hand ran up her neck as if and along the edge of the spider like mechanism, and her head snapped to the side violently before returning to its former state. Androids and cyborgs were known to twitch on occasion, however apparent it might seem. If asked, the being could not answer whether or not it was the metal irritating the flesh or the other way around.

[Djinn S'jet]

-He would have stoked his chin in thought if it was his habit, which it wasn't.-

"I see, basic clean and sweep....
....alright, three questions; firstly, what is to be done with the weapon cache once it has been secured?
Secondly, when is this to be done?
Thirdly, what about a team?"

-The emotion and concern disappeared from his face and voice entirley. He had switched over to commando mode now.-

"...It can be done as a solo mission but it would take a little longer and runs the risk of giving them time to send for reinforcements. A 2 or 3 man team could be in and out in under....."

-He fell silent for a brief momment, his fingers drawing out the various corridors and vents, his eyes searching before settling back on the cyborg.-

"....3 minutes, 4 at most, a possible extention to 5 depending on the weapon implacement.
In any case, a fire-team would be suggested to achive totality without risk of counter-attack."

[Y'roth Helghast]

"For the moment, consider it a solo mission, Captain. If more are to be joining you, it will be right before the mission begins. And we are assuming you have thus accepted the contract then, Captain?"

She had listened to him plan with little interest. The reason he was being hired was to accomplish the objective, how he accomplished it was no business of the Inquisitoriate's necessarily as long as it was done. Whatever problems they encountered were for them to deal with, that was why they were being overpaid. But there was a bit more to add once he did agree. Which he would, without doubt. It was quite clear, denial meant a short termed stint concluding in little more than death.

[Djinn S'jet]

"Alright, as long as I have a few days to pull together an action plan and some equipment..."

-He issued a polite smile in accordance with pleasant ettiquette.-

"....then I say you have yourself a hired mercanary."

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Splendid, Captain. The pleasure is all ours to be so lucky as to have acquired your services so easily, I assure you."

She smiled most pleasantly as the holovid turned off.

"We'll be giving you a hotel room for two weeks in which you will have the time to prepare and gather your equipment. In the room you will meet Eidolon. Eidolon will be accompanying you until the mission is complete. He's rather cooperative but try not to test his patience please, Captain. We really don't need someone of his temperament losing it during these trying times."

She almost giggled at the thought, an odd gesture for someone of her composure as it appeared far more deranged than cute.

"We should be at the hotel soon. Here, sign this..."

She withdrew a datapad, gleaming blue with the light of the contract, and passed it across to Djinn.

"... and everything will be ready to move along."

[Djinn S'jet]

-He took a breif momment to read over the pad just to make sure he wasn't buying a bantha farm on tatooine.-

"Alright then."

-Just as he was putting stylus to screen, the vehicle slowed to a halt outside an average looking hotel; the prime choice for hired guns to lay low for a while.-

"If anything should happen in the next several days, is there some way I can contact you or would you prefer complete operational silence?"

-He began to pull his jacket together, a refelxive figit before he was expecting to get out.-

"....and even with a communication black out, there stills needs to be a channel maintained to allow any final momment abort commands; just as standard procedue dictates, I'm sure you understand."

[Y'roth Helghast]

She waved away his worries with a smile on her face as if he were just a silly boy.

"Oh poo, don't worry about that. Eidolon is your contact with us. If there are any problems, we'll know from Eidolon."

Then a door opened and two of the Seekers stepped out, allowing Djinn room to leave. Lady Dahmonwight reached out and grabbed Djinn's wrist though with a slender strength unbecoming of someone her size.

"Please, Captain, for me, don't do anything stupid. Just do what you're paid to do, okie dokie?"

[Djinn S'jet]

"Of course..."

-He spoke as he rose out of the vehicle, covering his nervous smile with a casual one; how ever hollow it was.-

"...I am a proffesional after all."

-Replying, with a knowing nod.-

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Of course you are. Have a nice time, Captain, we look forward to paying you for a job well done."

Djinn stepped out of the speeder and the door closed behind him. The speeder started away slowly and then mixed into the traffic of Coruscant. The two remaining seekers stood in solemn silence, their gaze hidden behind their visors as they watched Djinn.

[Djinn S'jet]

"Alright then, I guess I better settle in somewhere then."

-Turning on a point, Djinn threw his bag back over his shoulder and started off toward what the info-centre reported to be a nice hotel.-

"So what am I suppose to call you gentlemen then?"

[Y'roth Helghast]

They merely followed him. Djinn couldn't notice beneath their helmets but one was breathing through a respirator and the other's mouth was sewn shut with wires. They could talk but neither felt obliged to. It wasn't necessary. Talking had become greatly overrated when their brains had been mechanically enhanced to communicate via commlink with their other "brethren."

The doors to the hotel opened and the three stepped inside. The clerk was white in the face as he handed one of the Seekers the key card to Djinn's room. Instead of handing it over though, the Seeker opened the elevator and stepped in. The other waited for Djinn to enter then followed as well. The lift was on the designated floor in no time, the three stepping off and stopping before the room reserved for Djinn. The Seeker swiped the card and the door opened. Eidolon would be waiting inside.

[Djinn S'jet]

-Djinn decided to end any attempt at polite banter, it was clear they wheren't built for it.
He steped into the room; glancing around, it was hard to miss the stern faced gentleman inside.-

"At take it you're...."

-He spoke to the mechanistic man as he placed his own pack on a table; he began to undo the buckles to the worn leather straps holding it shut.-

[Eidolon]

“You are trying to converse with a hologram.”

From behind D’jinn came a disembodied mechanized voice and the man in front of him abruptly vanished without a trace.

WHIRRRRR…Clack

In the darkened back corner of the room, stood a hulking shadowed figure only highlight by a roving crimson sensor at it’s head level…a solid 2.2 meters of the floor.

“This unit finds it surprising that an experienced warrior wouldn’t expect a trap to be set. Is it not in a hunter’s creed to trust no one, not even their employers?”

Like a wraith, the figure melted out of the dark, revealing a gunmetal-clad droid. Despite the heavy plating, the droid moved silently, not even so much as a groan came from its joints. The smooth exo-skeleton and elongated limbs gave it more of an insectoid than human appearance. The head, extending from a protective metal cowl, tapered slightly near the top and decorated with few features, only a single canted optical sensor and a plain vocabulator grill.

But the most prominent part of the droid was the distinct barrel of a ranged weapon in the place where each of its forearms should have been.

[Djinn S'jet]

"You are trying to converse with a hologram."

-The ex-Captain issued a slight lop-sided smile as he calmly unpacked his bag.-

"This unit finds it surprising that an experienced warrior wouldn’t expect a trap to be set. Is it not in a hunter’s creed to trust no one, not even their employers?"

-He turned around slowly to face the steel goliath, a casual flick of one fist over the forearm of the other powered-down his carbine from standbye; the closed fist then lowering to a pocket, unfurling to replace the assault charge from weance it came.-

"Fall for a trap, shame on me; fall for your own trap, shame on you."

-His maintained his slight smile as he waged the peverbial finger; he turned to remove his jacket and hang it on a hook, revealing the dull white armor beneath.-

"I don't know what facy gadgets you got in your head for detecting energy signatures but whatever it is, that's exactly why us commando types use these charges instead of the more powerful thermal detonator."

-He pated on the row of charges strapped to the load-bearing strip around his waist.-

"Chemical charges; bi-chemical point-electro-reactant plasma charge, doesn't issue a single whisper until it detonates."

-He had is doubts that even his charges could put a scratch on the battledroids armor but that wasn't the plan, there's more then one way to use a grenade; a commando's brain, plans within plans within plans.-

"But of course I expect no trouble from you.
Or should I?"

-His outward tone was in jest, internaly it was another matter; never trust a droid.-

[Eidolon]

The Centurion merely lowered it cybernetic gaze towards the belt, taking in all of the weaponry carried by the human. The charges wouldn’t do any serious damage to its armor, but the plasma blasts could easily cripple a joint or servo.

The droid hestitated a moment, in response to D’jinn’s quip.

{Storing encounter for further analysis and adaptation….New Command,,,Assessing last statement;….database history suggest that subject’s mannerisms contradict statement….assuming the use of sarcasm;;;..Extrapolation: Subject possibly showing signs of contempt for this unit}

This was the beauty of the Centurion model droids, their hard-wired heuristic processors allowed them to learn from their own experiences and form their own unique response completely independent of their original programming. In a sense, the longer they survived the more intelligent and deadly they became.

“Point acknowledged. This unit was merely attempting to correlate witnessed skill to reputation.”

{Unit history indicates that proper introduction method be used}

WHIRRRR…Clack

In a flurry of mechanized activity, the dual guns retracted and folded up into Eidolon’s forearm casing. Elongated multi-joint fingers extended from the wrist stubs into a pseudo-hand. The droid stepped forward extending it right hand.

“Apologies, so long as our contract is in effect, you have nothing to worry about from this unit. This unit is designated GWD-407, this uni…my…superiors have dubbed…me…Eidolon.”

[Djinn S'jet]

-The soldiers alert status lowered, but reamined alert all the sasme; as always.-

"Pleasure to meet your aquaintence, I'm Djinn S'jet, as I'm sure you know full well."

-He returned the greeting hand.-

"And of course, I expect nothing lese from a purpose built advanced droid of the Imperial Inquisition."

-He was certainly impressed by the machines hardware but more so by it's adaptive programming; this machine was doubtlessly far faster, stronger, tougher and smarter then Djinn yet there was always one thing Humans had over any combat droid.
Initiative.

This droid could gather as much data, proccess as many functions, extrapolate as much behaviuor as it wants but at the end of the day no one knows what a human will do next untill he makes his move, somtimes not even the human himself.-

"So tell me then, Eidolon, how are we to go about our buissness then?

We've two weeks before the operation and an ex-solider wandering around the streets of Coruscant with two large cyborgs and an even larger Droid just might rouse a little suspicon, especialy if their are any Rebels already onto us."

[Karl Valten]

(ooc: Crap, sorry for using the wrong account)


“The public is ignorant, they refuse to see beyond what is comforting to them…”

Eidolon moved forward with a fluid grace unbecoming of a machine. The GWD version of Centurion’s were designed to act as infiltrators and independent unit, and as such, were loaded to the brim with sound dampeners and stealth features, but compared to other Centurions they had little in the way of heavy firepower and limited ammunition.

Amidst a sudden flash, the hologram flashed back to life and reformed into schematics of the immediate city-scape. The hotel marked as in a blinking yellow and red highlights crisscrossed between large blue-tinted object lines.

“…they stay to what is familiar. The occasional derelict and fugitive are irrelevant and expendable.” The droid motioned to the crimson lines. “These are passages frequented by Seekers and are relatively clear of any civilians.

The droid turned leaning slightly in against the draped windows in an imitative posture.

“You are in command here, Captain S’jet. Our superiors have instructed us to supply you with equipment you should need…within reason….and to offer our support however you deem fitting.”

[Ixion]

{OOC: Oops, me too. :rolleyes}

"Well I suppose the first step would be to access what intel we have.
Namely your capabilities and theirs, their floor plans and any possible intel on patrols, communications, weaponry and any other intel of tactical importance."

-The human sat down in a reasonable comfortable sofa chair, he plucked the view panle from his right forearm, the interface panel seaming to pull away as a small pad; he began to make notes.-

[Eidolon]

Undetectable to anyone, the droids optical sensor zoomed in on the datapad S’jet was currently using, all the while maintaining the constantly roving optical scanner.

{Recording subject’s notations for later analysis and adaptation.}

An integral part of Eidolon’s core programming, that which even the effects of the heuristic processor couldn’t overwrite, as to gather as much intelligence on the enemies habits and tactics and, even though S’jet was now a merc, he had still been one of the Rebels.

“As a security precaution, this unit is forbidden from revealing confidential information about the Empire’s servants. The most information you can be allotted is that both the Seekers and GWD series Centurions are adapted to infiltration and close combat. Seekers carry weaponry according to their tastes…”

Of course the pair of black-clad Seekers still remained as silent and unmoving as the marble Colossi standing vigil of the Empire’s capital. Even Eidolon couldn’t extrapolate on how the merging of flesh and machine affect the mind. For all the droid could compute, the cybernetic enhance people didn’t even have taste in weaponry.

“…This unit is equipped with melee and projectile weapons. Lady Dahmonwight has already told you much of what we know of the terrorists. The holo-map marks the location of the encampment, but little is know of their defenses.”