Wolf Pack Unleashed (Closed)

[Sumor Rayial]

**The doors to the bar were kicked open and a pair of hard soled combat boots stepped through. Standing for a moment, a pair of dark brown eyes peered into the gloom and smoke that seemed to seep from every pore of the of the bar. After finishing his inspection of the bar the imposing figure started forward, his long trench coat flowing behind him revealing the twin pistols strapped to his thighs. Walking up to the bar he leaned over it placing one foot up on the brass foot rail that ran along the bottom, before motioning to the bartender.**

I'm looking a guy. Goes around by the name of Gwer.

**The bartender didn't even look up from his work as he answered.**

"Never heard of 'em"

**In a flash of movement he reached up and slammed the bartenders head into the counter, and pinned him there.**

That jog your memory?

"I don't know anyone named Gwer."

Wrong answer.

**This time he slammed the man into the counter twice before pulling a knife and holding it to his throat.**

Care to try again?

**The bartenders eyes widened in fright as the tip of the knife traced along his skin.**

"Back corner booth on the right."

**Pushing the bartender away he watched as he went flying into the bottles lining the shelves behind him.

Walking to the booth the bartender had directed him to he slid down across from the wirery man already sitting.**

My my Gwer, your a hard man to find. Which strikes me as odd seeings you might want to actually get paid for the stuff you do.

"Mi...mister Black. I...I didn't know it was y..you trying to find me. I...I'm sorry Mi..mister Black."

Shut up, you pathetic piece of space garbage. I want my ship Gwer, and I want it now.

"Ye...yes sir. It's re...ready for you."

As ordered?

"Ye...yes."

Then were is it Gwer, I am not a patient man.

"I...it's here sir."

**The small man removed a data pad from his bag and slid it across the table. Picking it up he found a set of coordinates on it. Smiling wickedly he stood up and placed the pad in his pocket.**

You'll be paid when I pick it up.

**The little man just nodded, and he turned leaving the bar. Walking down the now darkened streets he headed back to where he had left his ship.**

[Darth Renegade]

Aboard the Dark Viper, Laran Katern sits in one of the pilot chairs, staring intently through the vew screen in front of him. The lights in the ship are on low, casting shadows across his scarred and battle hardened face as his mind drifts deeper into the force. Suddenly a small light on the console comes to life. Laran gives his head a quick shake and comes to his senses. He reactivates the lights and begins powering the ship up for launch, as the light goes out signalling that the door to the shuttle has just closed. His master walks into the cockpit of the shuttle with a datapad in hand.

Welcome back Master

He says as he takes the data pad, and uploads the coordinates into the nav computer. The Dark Viper takes off and enters the vast abyss of space. A moment later, the ship streaks forwards into the realms of hyperspace.

I take it you found him, and everything went well down on there?

Before his master can respond, a small alert tone goes off, and the ships comes out of hyperspace, a large freighter in view. Laran pilots the Dark Viper towards the large ship as the radio cackles to life.

"Unidentified craft, please identify yourself or we will be forced to open fire. This is the only warning you shall receive"

A smile comes across the face of both Sith. Laran transmits the dark Viper's identification across to the ship, and no sooner does a response come back.

"We are sorry, we didn't know it was you. Docking clamp 3 on the port side has been prepared for your arrival."

The ship comes about towards the clamp, moving slowly using only the maneouvering thrusters. Inching forward, it makes contact with the ship, and the clamps take hold of the dark Viper. A tunnel moves slowly to the airlock. The Sith exit the shuttle,the sound of their boots against the cold floor echoing through the hallway, their heads are held high, a very powerful presence and demeanor emminating from them. Awaiting them is a small man, his hair long and stringy, and in no real style. He steps forward cautiously and speaks, trying to sound more confident then he really is.

"About my payment...."

(edit - corrected an oversight)

[Sumor Rayial]

**Sumor shook his head.**

No. You don't get paid until I see the merchandise.

"Of course"

**Sums had to chuckle slightly, their host was trying to act as natural and with out fear, but both the Sith could smell it emanating from him.

This freighter was configured with three bulk containers positioned equal distance from each other in a square pattern with access tubes running between them and a main passageway, which lead to the bridge.

The little man led them to one of the through one of the passages into one of the containers. As soon as the stepped out of the passage they were greeted with what seemed to be a ready room type setting. There were 4 leather chairs facing a bank of transparasteel windows, and above them a large TV screen. To the left and right were sealed hatches, which lead the way towards the hanger deck, which when outfitted could carry 4 TIE series fighters and all their necessary equipment.**

Excellent. The rest are like this?

"Yes"

And the closed circuit system is working?

"Yes"

Good.

**The man lead them back to the main passageway and to the docking clamp where his ship was docked. Turning he again requested payment for the ship.**

Laran pay the man.

"Master?"

I said pay him. You did bring the payment didn't you?

"No Master, I thought you had it."

Well hell, if I don't have it, and you don't have it. Then how we going to pay this fine gentleman?

**Sums smiled evilly as the man's face turned stark white as he knew what was coming. In a fluid motion Sums' hand slipped behind his back and removed his sith knife. As soon as the man saw the glint of the blade he started running towards the bridge of the freighter.**

I was hoping he would do that.

**Both the Sith chuckled as Sums nonchalantly replaced his blade to it's sheath. Moving his hand back to his thigh he un-holstered his desert eagle and raised it. Pulling the trigger a crack echoed through the hull of the ship. Sums replaced his weapon as the man kept running forward.**

"What happened to the all mighty marksman? You missed hi....m"

**Sums smiled and started forward as the man's body fell to the ground. The bulled had entered through his back and into his heart before breaking apart into its smaller shrapnel pieces. As they got closer the Sith could see the walls in front of them covered with a light dusting of red liquid that had emanated from the sizable hole that had been formed in the mans chest.

Did I now?

**Kicking the body Sums turned to his apprentice.**

Throw out the garbage and dump his ship too. I want to get back to Munto Codru ASAP.

**Laran nodded and Sums turned towards the cockpit, where he set the nav computer for Munto Codru. Minutes later they were streaking through space heading for their first stop.**

[Darth Varlon]

Var sat idle at the modified control seat of his personal fighter and gunboat, the Dark Brood, a modified Lambda-class shuttle. A warning tone cut through the air, waking the Sith Knight from his trance-like state. A freighter had dropped from hyperspace.

Suddenly, his comm. crackled on one of TSE's fighter channels. Var flipped a switch, changing his comm. array's signals over to it.

"Var, Dyne, Khendon, hope you boys are ready to escort some personnel and this freighter." The message came. Var arched an eyebrow but complied.

"Copy that." He replied simply and manouevred the Dark Brood along the upper hull of the freighter as Khendon and Dyne took up flanking positions.

"Also, Var, I'd like to see you aboard." The comm. crackled again.

"Yes, Lord Raiyal." Varlon said and began docking his craft.

***

After the docking had completed and Var had gotten aboard, he took off his pilot's helmet and gave Sumor a quizzicle look.

"Why the hell we need this peice of junk freighter for?" He asked.

[Dyne Darkforce]

Meanwhile outside in Dyne's ship.........

Dyne remains in his Endymion space interceptor called the Lionheart. He simply sat there after the transmission from Lord Summoner. Flipping a few switches, he cranks his music, blasting it on full volume. Dyne circles around the ship, maintaining a look out as usual. Keeping to his thoughts, he awaited the next set of orders. The dim lights across space shined along his blue shiny hull. It was just given a overhaul and was ready to bring chaos. Dyne had a straight face under his mask, he looked over and spotted Khendon before going back to his flight system.

"........"

Punching a few buttons, he ran a check on the ship systems. As it told him all was a go, Dyne nodded and activated the targeting computer, shields, and weapons systems. Setting the shields from start, he gave full hull coverage, putting the recharge rate at maximum. Guiding the ship with the yoke, he took notice the vastness of the space. He went into thought and tried to figure out what this frieghter was important for. Dyne shook his head, knowing that once he gets the new orders all will be clear. He was just awaiting for another transmission and Var to get back out from the hangar.

[Sumor Rayial]

You just answered your own question without knowing it Varlon. Follow me.

**Sums lead Varlon from the docking clamps up one of the passage ways to the "cargo containers". When they stepped through the heavy pressure door, Sums smiled as Varlon's face turned to one of puzzlement.**

Now you see why we need this "old Valmont"?

"Yes sir"

Good. I need you to take Dyne, Khendon, and Ren back to the shipyard. Begin the transfer of 11 Razors and your shuttle. Their support crews are coming too. So have them and some extra missiles loaded on some shuttles and transferred over. I'll go to the bridge and open the outer doors once we get closer to the shipyard. I want each of you too pick a wingman, plus one for me. Only our best.

Got it?

"Yes sir."

Well get to it.

**Var practically jumped through the doorway and ran back to his shuttle. Sums followed but headed to the bridge to relieve Laran.**

Laran, take the Viper back to the shipyard and follow Var, he's got my orders.

"Yes Master."

**He turned and walked off the bridge to where Dark Viper was docked.

Sums smiled as he slowed the massive Valmont down stopping it at 1 Km from the shipyard. Everything was just about ready.**

[Darth Varlon]

Var had the Dark Brood back online and running in a top of three minutes and back in space. "Alright, guys, Pick your wings. We'll be having some buddies coming over." He said with an almost-corellian ego. "I'll need one of you to be ready to wing Sumor, however. Radio in your selections so we can get things going."

The message finished as Var had settled the Dark Brood into position near the Viper. Awaiting his replies, he cracked his neck..

[Dyne Darkforce]

Dyne flew by the Death Wind and watched fighters being transfered. Coming closer he inspected the area in curiousity then flew around it.

"Hmmm, I see now."

He kept his patrol around the ship and watched over the transfer of fighters. Dyne looked on from under his mask, awaiting his other comrades.

"Got to escort these puppies."

Switching to his commlink, he got on to speak to Var. There was a light static in the trasnmission as it came online. As the crackling faded, he went ahead and spoke through.

"Ill be an escort to the fighters Var. Leave a couple of them to me, ill watch over them."

He got off the commlink and proceeded to get to his 2 fighters. Dyne moved along side of the fighter planes in the cargo and kept a close eye out for them. He docked into the hangar then immediately went to the briefing room to meet up with Ren and Sums.

[Darth Renegade]

On the bridge of the freighter, Laran stands behind one of the tech's. Looking over the tech's shoulder, he observes the completion of the fighter transfer. A smile grows on his face. He then opens up a comm line to Dyne and the rest of the fighters patrolling.

Good job guys. Sumor wants you guys to bring your fighters aboard as well, and we'll make the jump and finish briefing you guys.

The comm frequency is then shut off. Speaking with a dry voice to the tech in front him of

Let Master Rayial know as soon as they are aboard

"Yes sir"

WIth that, Laran turns and begins walking slowly. He leaves the brigdge and begins making his way to the hangar to meet his companions

[Sumor Rayial]

"Sir?"

**Sums looked up from the display he was looking at.**

Yes?

"Sir, all the fighters, pilots and equipment are on board."

Excellent.

**Walking over to another console he flicked a couple switches and activated the ship wide comm. system.**

All pilots report to your respective briefing rooms

**Looking up he watched on three screens as the eleven pilots took their seats in the three cargo containers. The one empty seat would be his. Looking he smiled as he saw the finest fighter pilots in the TSE navy in front of him. In container/hanger two was Dyne and Renegade with their wingmen. Hanger three housed Khendon, Mark and their wingmen, and hanger one housed Varlon and his wingman, plus Sums wingman. Looking into the closed circuit video system Sums flicked the switch and his face appeared on the vid screens in each of the briefing rooms.**

Gentleman, welcome to TSE's newest addition The Black Sheep. As I'm sure you all have realized now, this is no ordinary freighter. She has been specially designed to carry 12 TIE series fighters internally in what would normally be cargo containers. I'm sure your all wondering why she is built like this and why we have her. The answer is simple. for the past month a pirate group has been raiding our shipping convoys. The empire will not tolerate such acts on its assets, our mission is to use this ship to become part of one of the convoys, she will be captured, and when the pirates to take us to their base of operations, we will attack removing the threat to our convoys. Are there any questions?

**It seemed like their were none.**

Gentlemen, this ship has been designated The Black Sheep, but we are wolves in a sheep's hull. For this mission, our designation is Wolf Pack. Let the hunt begin.

**Turning to the crew on the bridge he gave the order to commence the hyperspace jump to meet up with the rest of their convoy.**

[Mark Fenix]

"Oh, so we're the wolf in sheeps clothing, eh?" Mark whispered to Khendon. He shrugged a confirmation.

"Interesting cliche to be put into, but it fits perfectly with the situation."

"Agreed," Khendon replied. The entire crew remained generally silent the rest of the trip. There must have been a lot of "physching up" going on, everyone seemed a 100% focused on the task ahead. Definitely a good thing...

[Darth Renegade]

After the briefing from Sumor, Laran turns to Dyne with a cocky smile slowly forming on his face.

I hope you're ready. I'm not going to bail you out this time

The air in the hangar is full of fighter pilot arrogance and exuberance. Playful shots and jokes are thrown at each other, as Renegade beings to walk over to his waiting craft. He begins checking all his systems, making sure each is in top working order, for anything less is unacceptable to him. The casual atmosphere of the hangar is quickly forgotten, as Renegade goes about his checks and diagnostics, tweaking and repairing each system so that it's running optimally.

Thirty minutes seems to pass by like nothing. Stepping out of the cockpit of his fighter, Laran, walks slowly back over to Dyne.

Did anyone happen to mention what our ETA was?

[Dyne Darkforce]

"Bail me out? Pleaseeee, ill bail you out if needed."

Dyne forms a cocky smile at Ren as they talk outside.

"No Ren, I dont believe someone has mentioned it yet. Now that you brought it up, it would be a good thing to know."

[Sumor Rayial]

**Sums watched out the viewscreen as the stars turned from streaks to dots in the dark sky. Scanning the area he picked up the convoy that they would be joining. Once in position the convoy would enter hyperspace again where hopefully they will be pulled out by the pirates Interdictor. Picking up the mic for the ship wide comm system Sums decided it was time to fill in the rest of the pilots.**

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have reached our rendez-vous position and will be joining the rest of our convoy in a matter of minutes. Once joined we will be re-entering hyperspace. It is expected that the pirates will have an Interdictor set up someplace along our route. We will be pulled out of hyperspace where the pirates will proceed to take out our shields and use Y-wings and their ion cannons to take out our systems. We can also expect Corvettes, Gunships, and Headhunters. I want as many of the ships to be captured as possible. A TSE cruiser is on standby for capture missions.

You have your callsigns, preflight and lock down the bays for deployment. Radio check in 20.

**With that Sums put down the mic and headed off the bridge. Climbing down the access tube into the container holding his, Varlon and their wingmen's fighters he quickly got into his flight suit and with the help of a tech strapped into his Razor fighter. Pulling his helmet on he clicked the mic.**

This is Wolf One. Radio check all pilots call in.

"Wolf Two ready" **Sums wingman called in.**

[Darth Varlon]

Var flipped several switches on his main control board, prepping the pre-flight checks and activating the voice-scrambler. "Wolf Three, checking all systems go." His distorted voice came over the comm. Sounding like a cross between a gamorrean and a calamarian.