Assassination: Tides of Change (Competition)

[Darth Havok]

The Lords sit cross-legged, a moldy essence fills the air of this cavernous temple. A moss strewed along a far wall, as a trickle of water can be heard. Its source unknown, as it ripples down the wall, and through a jagged crack in the floor. A dreary chilling air lingers throughout the room, as the two lords, deeply entranced in a meditative state. Fill their minds with that which is needed for them to attain this hibernate set, its impelling intoxication, of unfathomable strength, and wrath.

Feeding their souls, with the power, and knowledge for the upcoming task at hand. An almost hum permeating from every wall, as their sweaty bodies glisten from their extended hypnotic mind set. Having been in these stances for days, their bodies show little fatigue, if any. As they sight ancient scripts, seeming endlessly, calling out to their all mighty predecessors of dark lords, wishing to retain the golden age or Sith.. As they draw from the darkside, virtle feelings encompass, as an energetic flame burns eternally from each other their souls..

As if from no where, a shadowed voice speaks to them, and ensures their victory in the upcoming endeavor.. Their self wit, and vigor everlasting, as they both rise, without a word, they gather their cloaks from the adjacent wall.. They negotiated back in the path that lead them to this place, readying the equipment needed for their action. And loading it on their customized ship, disembarking from the planet they set their course, and sit back reflecting on the words spoken to them by the ancients, as they vanish into the folds of space… To a destination unknown…

Entering the atmosphere, they choose a very secluded place to land, a distance from their destination, they gather the apparatuses in which they came equipped with, they build a small shelter, as to conceal their ship. They outfit themselves to blend in with the locals of this planet, as they gear up. Moving a distance away through some dense forest they stop for a moment, a low rumble is heard, so they quickly kneel in a grassy area, and watch as the sounds become louder..

There, as they watched, the machines became visible. A large hovering transport, around thirty meters long, gliding over the road with a low rumble - followed by another, and another. Military transports, judging from the heavy armor and visible gun emplacements mounted on them. The line of vehicles continued on, winding around the hill and dipping down out of sight over the lip of a valley. About a dozen of the craft passed by; then, when the last one disappeared from view, they get up and start to follow..

[Mon Mothma]

A massive ship encircles the planet Coruscant, after a large gathering of all the council members, and notary loyal subjects, the diplomats and other various senators get back to work. A shuttle comes from the surface, it docks with the republic capital ship, and the legendary Mon Mothma stands in front of a large gathering of loyal soldiers as the ramp drops to the glossy floor. The sultan moves down the ramp, and mothma accompanies him as they walk down a red carpet towards a turbo lift. They engage in a brief conversation of their upcoming meeting with a federation army stationed on a peaceful planet in a distant sector…

“Good of you to join me sultan, I know your schedule is quite full of other business but I feel with your added presence this may work out for the better good of all the allies of the republic..” she says as they walk down the path, saluting soldiers and crew on both sides..

“Tis a pleasure to do something for such a notorious woman as yourself madam, I consider it an honor to be any assistance to thee, in these tough times we are having..”

She nods and say softly.. ”You touch me with your admirable words, and I assure you the trip will be well worth the trouble..”

The ships nav computer winds down, and it enters the folds of space, its destination… A planet controlled by a federation army, which is a formation of merchant naval and military forces capable of challenging system governments represents a severe breakdown of law and order…

(btw, its me, Hav)

[Gav Mortis]

The two dark figures hesitantly arise from their crouched position amongst the shrubs and course grasses, carefully watching as the last transport dissapears over the hill entering the valley, they begin to trudge through the thick forest until they come to an opening. Amongst the trees they wait until the light from the vehicles dims into thick shadow once again and their sound becomes a distant hum.

A brief glance at his companion and with a sharp nod of confirmation both press on, leaving the fresh smell of pine and humid air of the forest behind. Nearing the edge of the valley coming to an almost vertical chasm, the shorter of the two reveals two pairs of sleak, shiny and needless to say sharp objects, he looks over at where his company is and is just able to make out his dark silhouette against the navy canvas of the twilight sky. Suddenly, he is jerked back and pulled downwards to his knees.

Realising his own carelessness, he takes a sigh of relief, sliding a pair of the daggers across to his partner, a crunching is heard beneath them as they scrape over the course surface of stone, his heart pounding still startled from what had just been avoided. The second figure takes a hold on the daggers and as he does knocks a small stone over the edge of the crevace. The two freeze in silence as the hear the small stone ricochete off the valley wall causing some others to fall with it, the noises of the falling stones seemed to go on for an eternity until finally they were hearing shattering on the unseeable surface below.

"That could've been me!" one whispered in astonishment.

"Well, I bet you're glad you had someone to prevent that. There isn't much time" replied the second.

"Come on then, let's do it!" answered his shorter accomplice.

With that, he leaned forward and looking down he was able to make out in the distance, the illuminated convoy work it's way down the winding dirt track. Throwing a leg over the edge he placed it on an emerged rock and lowered himself over the edge, gripping tightly the edge of the crevace as he found his footing with his second leg.

The second did likewise; they lowered themselves into the chasm carefully then with a piercing clang, the shorter buried a dagger into the valley wall, then another. Carefully, the duo moved deeper and deeper into the shadows, allowing there heightened senses to percieve where their next footing would be.

Moments later and the pair were slowly nearing the bottom, however in a moment of uncertainty, the larger of the two lost his footing as rock gave way under his weight and plummeted into the abyss of darkness below. Unseen agony could be heard as he struggled to hold his own weight, gripping his daggers with fearful strain. It was a matter of seconds until his support would finally break away sending him to his doom below.

The second, who felt his companions distress took a brief instant to look down to see where he was; it was evident that the shorter had not made as much progress as his endangered company. Fearfully, he began to work his way down towards his troubled friend as quickly and proffessionally, nearly making the same clumsy mistake several times but speed only compensating for his inexperience.

"Have you no footing whatsoever?" asked the nearing figure.

"No and these blades are giving way too!" came a strained reply.

"Ok, be ready, be as fast as you can!" came a voice which was more or less next to him now.

"Why? What do you plan to..." the voice broke as one of his daggers came lose and fell, in terror he grabbed his only support now the single blade from which he held onto for his life.

With only seconds to spare, his companion reached out, into the darkness and touched with his mind, the falling dagger; suddenly it slowed to a stop in it's fall and with a sudden burst of kinetic discharge it soared upwards and clanged alongside, the person in control of it. However, wishing not to risk harming his partner it was impaled on the other side of him, his friends dagger began to come lose.

"Now!" came a cry from the well supported figure who released his grasp on his dagger nearest to his dangling companion and swung across, with the other hand grabbing hold of the recently embedded blade and finding his footing once again.

Simultaneously, the single blade from which his friend held on to came lose and he swung one hand across gripping the abandonned dagger and with his second hand on the lose blade re-embedded it, deep into the valley wall. He regained his lost footing and taking deep breathes in the dead silence, he grew calm; took a sigh of relief and continued on his way. The second did likewise as they continued their descent towards the dirt track below

"Shh! Do you hear that? came the voice of the larger man from below.

The other stopped to hear the nearing rumble of those familiar engines below them.

"Quick! They're almost here!" came a reply.

The two made their way down hurriedly but with great caution, attempting not to make too many stones break away. Looking down, the first man saw below him the first of the convoy accompanied by the sound of the thunderous roaring engines. Upon sighting it he shouted up to the second figure.

"Keep an eye out for the one which breaks away at the upcoming junction!"

"Will do!" came a voice just able to be heard through the engines cry, "How far from the bottom are we?"

"Nearly there now! Keep going, you need to catch up now!"

Continuing their descent for a moment longer, the first man stopped some sox metres above the moving vehicles allowing his accomplice to join him. They looked on from their stable positions on a convenient outcropping ledge of stone, watching as the convoy passes by.

"It's probable that it will be the last transport in the convoy that will.....WAIT, there it is!" truely enough as the first of the two spoke was the last vehicle breaking away from the convoy, turning off onto a second dirt track, entering a dark opening.

"That's our man alright, let's not keep him waiting!" replied his companion.

The two worked the way down the last section of wall before dropping to their feet. Taking a moment to conceal the blades, they looked for the rest of the convoy to dissappear round another turn before they ran to meet their contact.

Coming into the opening, the two hear a high pitched whine from either side of them as weopons powered up, the duo stopped in silence.

"State your business here!" came a husky voice from the shadows.

"I am Havok, this is Mortis. We are hear to talk with Major Vatarieas" came the voice of the taller of the two.

"It's about Niek Niuv" confirmed Gav.

"This way!" came the same husky voice now behind them as they felt a sharp prod in the back urging them to proceed. They approached the large vehicle and they saw alongside, leaning against it their contact, Vatarieas.

He approached the group and instantantly recognised Havok but gave Gav a curious glance and spoke.

"At ease men!" he ordered and he then turned his attention, "Havok as such a long time as it has been as you will understand, I must be brief. Here is the information you require." he handed a folder to Havok before he added "I will give you a detailed insight to the habits of your terget. Once inside."

"Inside?" came a curious voice from the second of the two men, Gav.

"How else are you gonna get outta this valley?" was the reply, "You'd be here till sunrise. I'm gonna give you a ride in this" he continued, gesturing at the vehicle.

"Ok then, let's go!" added Havok in a somewhat impatient tone, "Time is not on our side!"

With that, the group unanimously agreed and entired the vehicle through a large sliding side door about half a metre thick. The large door closed over leaving the men in darkness until with a powerful rumbling followed by a heavy humming. The inside of the vehicle was filled with light and began to move off, back onto it's original course at a much faster speed than before to catch up with the convoy on it's way out of the valley.

[Darth Havok]

The convoy moves down the battered road, they near a large city and move in formation towards the military emplacement near the north side of town.. The discussion furthers within the vehicle..

“The equipment you requested is right there..” Vatarieas motions to a pair of large crates near the back of the vehicle and moves towards them explaining a few things… “The vial of negatron is going to cost you a pretty penny, but there are a few boxes of ion explosives, the thermite gel, and the single flame carpet warhead you requested… Along with the other various devices of course..”

“Fine work major, your actions here are essential to what we have planned for our target..” Lord havok replies firmly..

He pulls a backpack from a compartment, and opens the two crates. He pulls several cases from within one of them, opening it he sees the small intricate detonators, and the precious vial of negatron, another containing the ion explosives, and several other smaller tools and devices to use at their disposal..

He prepares two smaller packs with, fragmental grenades, and thermal detonators for a latter usage.. A small lab top computer is taken from one of the crates, he looks up to the major.. “Ah, fine work indeed.”

“Yes, had some difficulty getting that for you, but it was taken care of.” The major replies with a grin cast across his face..

“The sultan and his honored guest are going to have quite the surprise waiting for them, on this so called peace mission of theirs..” they all laugh sadistically, as the convoy reaches the warehouses in which their other various goods are being delivered…

The convoy unloads the requested items the city had ordered, and the entire crew takes leave in the city, after their long trip..

After the meeting the lords take alternate routes..

Havok moves from the building and heads down a tattered street towards the main capital building.. He observes all the intersections and alternate routes possible through the streets, as his preparatory plans he works on within begin to piece together as he moves through the busy streets.. He arrives near the front of the building and sees two royal guards at the door, permitting only expected guests, and others that would pass the security clearance for entry.. He glances up, and sees a window that has been perched open to fight the heat of this scorching hot day.. He turns to his side and props himself against the wall, waiting for the streets to calm after a regular busy day at the marketplace..

The sun begins to set on the horizon and the streets become sparsely filled with people making their ways to their respective homes readying themselves for the next day.. He feels that it is time, and takes a quick glance down the street to see the guards still in their positions, he waits for his moment and within the blink of an eye, he takes a force aided jump straight up, entering the window on about the second floor of this eight floor building..

He finds himself in a small lounge area, he moves to a closet and finds a maintenance type outfit hanging in the back.. He keeps hidden his cloak contain various items within, by placing it in a basket of dirty rags, and other various objects, tools and spare parts.. He exits the lounge room pushing the cart, and moves down the hall people pass him, not even giving him a second look as he makes his way to a busy intersection and prepares to do some work on a console at the entrance to a turbolift..

He removes the main panel, and looks from side to side before removing a explosive charge from his pack, and placing it among the mounds of intricate wiring within.. He then places the panel back on, and makes sure it works properly before continuing down the hall, placing other explosives in vital areas on each floor, making them near impossible to detect with ordinary scanning devices. After he is satisfied with his handy work, he makes his way back into the lounge and removes the clothes he had borrowed placing them in his pack, and he exits from the window he had gained entrance from. And makes his way through the now dark city streets towards his next destination…

[Gav Mortis]

Stepping out through the doorway once it had slided up allowing the sun to fill the room dazzling them as they were greeted with an imense blast of scorching air almost making them feel faint at the unexpected suprise. The two dark figures midly protected from the merciless sun by their robes, turned to each other before departing.

"This is not going to be quite as comfortable as I hoped. It's immensly hot!" exclaimed the shorter of the two as he wiped some of the sweat from his brow.

"True; but we must focus on the objectives at hand now Gav. We need a sufficient window of time to complete our tasks before our rendevouz" answers Havok, he checks a small timer on his wrist "We'll meet in say...."

" Three hours?" interupts Gav whilst his companion is still in thought.

"Yes, that should be plenty of time. I shall see you soon and be careful Gav!" concludes the Sith as he turns and begins to walk off.

"You too Havok!" adds Gav, who looks on as his accomplice disappears into the sea of chaos of the city streets.

Looking down the other half of the street he raises his hood up over his head and with one last glance around, leaves the shadow provided by his temporary home in the city and steps into the street. Immediatly, he feels the seering heat of the sun overhead as he navigates his way through the crowded streets and with recollection from his own memory works his way towards his fisrt destination, carefully avoiding collisions with numerous pedestrians for every step he takes.

Eventually he enters a smaller side street which still in it's brilliance hints at the immaculate condition in which the city is maintained however is somewhat shrouded by shadow as this narrower street is packed between two enormous buildings providing cool shade for those who walk through it.

Carefully scanning the area as he walks through his attention is suddenly attracted towards a small cafe/bar which has a large window and through it he makes out his subjects, dreesed smartly in their uniform playing a card game of some sort around a circular table.

The doors of the smokey bar slide open with a distinctly smooth whoosh diverting attention to be turned at the dark figure standing in the doorway, sillouetted by the brilliant light from outside.

The figure whose evidently powerful frame was covered by a dark flowing cloak and whose face was hidden under a hood approached the table of card players and as he neared they all swivelled on their seats to stare at the mysterious individual. Slowing to a halt in front of them, he pulls back his hood and looks at his audience with a pleasured glance in his eyes.

"Yeah, what d'you want?" came a heavy voice from the crowd as a large man holding a beverage leaned forward with an expression of curiosity in his face.

"The question isn't what do I want; the question is, what do you want?" replied Gav and the group fell silent with confusion at the smaller mans forwardness "Well. Let me guess; women, money, power...?"

"Ok buddy, who sent you?" was the reply of one man in a slurred voice, he had obviously had a little too much to drink.

"Look. I'm not here to waste my time with you, if you're not interested then I'll find someone else!" as he finishes speaking, he turns.

"No! W-wait, how much are you offering?" quickly responded another of the men. Gav turns and leans forward within the group.

"No less than three million credits between you!" he whispers and the response is numerous gasps of disbelief and one man almost chokes on his drink, spitting it out over the man next to him.

Before an arguement breaks out between the two men Gav straightens himself back up and turns saying "Come with me!"

The men dive out of their seats in order to follow him into the street, they begin walking alongside the now hooded individual who continues, "I know you do not work or are assossiated with this government and that is why I have chosen you. The Federation are neutral here however your presence is needless to say, unwelcome. So I have a task for you to carry out; here are the details and directions."

The hooded figure hands a small data pad to one of the men who begins to read it along with his accomplices, they stop on the corner of the street and after some time finish reading, they all look up in astonishment.

"You want us to..." begins one of them until he finds the dark figures hand covering his mouth before he even had time to react.

"Shhh! Will you do it?" asks the mysterious individual, his hand still over the mans mouth as he address the group which is stunned in silence.

"Will you do it?" he repeats, this time moving his hand away, releasing the man and he is greeted with a string of agreements one after another.

"Well you know what to do and you know where to collect the money. Good luck and do not fail me or yourselves! Farewell." he finishes and turns and walks off into the crowd leaving the group in a small conference about the task at hand.

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Some time later, the sun was setting and the sky was a romantic shade of red and orange as life in the streets died down to the infrequent passer-by. There was an eerie quietness to the city now and there was a dead silence on the outskirts of the city were a large structure stood, well protected.

Inside the building from which a small hum was heard, in a large room in the security sector a man leaned over a console with various readings and images on it.

"What the hell is going on with this thing?" shouted a red faced man in frustration "Why can't I see anything on the screen; the heat sensors and visual sensors....NOTHING!"

"Sir, I don't understand it, they were working fine a few moments ago then the readings just went haywire!" answered a young man, a quaking in his voice as he spoke.

"What do you mean...HAYWIRE?" continued the officer.

"Well....sir, um...the heat sensors have gone off the chart and the visual sensors are useless, i can't make out that interference." replies the young man.

"Look Wes; get down there. Take two men with you and sort it out!" cries the officer who begins to pace back and forth as Wes runs off.

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Inside the underground sewer network below the station, Gav walks along the large pipeline, which usually has running water flowing through it, however now inside the dim tunnel, nothing can be seen except a thick steam which fills the entire pipline which Gav has to negotiate his way through using his heightened senses. It is immensley hot in there, fortunately due to all the impurities in the water, it is that impure it boils at 60 degrees and using the force, Gav focus his energy on a single, weak atom and after a few moments was able to split it releasing enough energy through the pipeline to evaporate most of the water.

Therefore, the heat sensors cannot detect anything below 60 degrees which allows Gav to pass through the pipe undetected as the steam is so thick the visual sensors are unable to see him through it either.

Finally, he comes to an exit, he climbs up a ladder and as he goes up through the narrow passage the steam is left behind him and he begins to shiver as his body temperature adjusts to the cold dusk air. Pushing a grid open he is able to climb out and with caution, makes his way over to the large humming structure undetected.

Pressed up against a wall in the dark shadows, he looks on as armed soldiers walk across the grounds scanning for intruders as the pipeline sensors have been knocked out. as the last soldier passes, Gav kicks a small shaft at his feet in the wall and knocks it out of place, crouching down he slides in and closing the hatch shut he begins wriggling his way through the shaft making his way towards his next destination, laying a few well-placed mines along the way.

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In a huge open room, a squadron of soldiers are patrolling the area, all anxious at the recent news that the facility may have been infiltrated from a recent visit from the ever nervous Wes.

Gav looks on as the young man leaves after his announcement and sends his subconcious rippling through the delicate fabric of force energy, touching the ungaurded mind of Wes as he makes his way back to the security control centre.

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In the control centre, wes makes his way over to his panel when suddenly he is overwhelmed by another influence from outside, he sits down at his console and begins typing a message and within seconds is recieved by the leader of the squadron patrolling the main power room.

Suddenly, as Gav watches on they all run out of the room as the leader shouts "Get to the Control Room NOW!"

As soon as they leave, Wes types in a number of access codes and suddenly yellow lights are activated throughout the building as the main security systems begin rebooting.

In the Main Power Centre, Gav drops from the shaft and delves into a bag and reveals several remote thermal mines. Running over to a security access pannel he swings it open freely and plants a mine inside, against the generator; he does this several times without the need for a access code as the security is down completely and he just shuts them once again.

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Meanwhile, back in the control room the young Wes is dragged by two troopers to the officers room squeeling in terror, the door bursts open as he is reluctantly pulled in, tears streaming down his face and is dropped before the large officer, an emotionless expression on his face.

"Wes Ratun, this is the price for insubordination!" he speaks as he raises a blaster pistol to his head.

Wes vomits on the floor before he is able to speak, his breathing heavy and his words are choked as the tears stain his cheeks red.

"Oh G-God please no! P-PLEASE...I DIDN'T..." his screams are suddenly silenced as his head opens up from a bright flash of light and blood covers the floor, the body falls lifeless in his own vomit, instantly followed by one of the soldiers who had passed out, he had held this innocent young man down to be murdered.

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Finally, the security systems spring back to life as gav looks on from the shadows at a great distance, spotlights begin scanning the area again, the sounds of soldiers running about the facitity in panic can be heard as the Sith brings his hood up over his head and walks off into the night.

[Darth Havok]

The dark and desolate streets seem too still on this seemingly ordinary night; the usual overcrowded streets bare, the only frequent persons seen at this time of night, other then the lightly patrolling keepers of the peace. Were the businessmen, hurrying home to make it to the dinner table at an appropriate hour.

A man fitting that same description, moves down the street passing by the main capital building every time, on his short journey to, and from work. Case in hand, he strides quickly down to the corner and crosses an intersection.. Straightening his collar, as he knows his wife already suspects him of being unfaithful. After the working day of the office was through, he’d keep his trainee secretary after work to show her the ropes to say.. Well you know what happened, no need to explain, work was not on their minds..

Anyway, getting back on topic..

The man moves along the side of a building and stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk, he bumps into a crouched figure. He quickly apologizes as the figure turns, but has a hood covering his head, as the man cannot make out any facial features.. The dark figure nods and turns back against the wall.. The man arches a curious eyebrow, as he proceeds not giving it another thought. He arrives home late, as usual, and is abruptly kicked out after his wife finds some lipstick on his neck at the dinner table, his kids mentally effected from this occurrence for life….

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The dark figure, had removed a pen size object and cut an three sides slab from the corner of a main building.. Covering the light extinguished by cowering around it, his cloak preventing most of the embers and light from being visible from the streets around. He places charges near the foundation of the supporting beams, and bends the metal back square to how it originally was.. Placing his hand over each of the scared openings and calling forth a deep power within. Manipulating the surface and making it look as if nothing had ever scorched the metal siding…

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After that tedious work, with avoiding the patrolling guards and anymore passing bystanders he moves across an intersecting street, and scouts this area for a crucial faction to the plan.. He sees a small stand, covered by a large tarp, keeping it from the erosion of the weather, its valuables taken and locked away for the night.. He moves behind it and gathers a torn newsletter and scattered trash, and conceals a large portion of thermite gel, with attached detonator within the wrappings of the paper, and wedges in between the stand and structure wall, it low to the ground, and looking quite harmless.. And disappears into the shadows of the night….

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He approaches the center of town, and as he moves through the murky shadows he looks up and sees a enormous tower, towering high above even the highest building. He observes the large satellites and other various communication arrays.. He peeks his head around a corner cautiously, and sees one guard near a small panel.. He knows he must get to that panel. He pulls a device from his pouch, and readies a little trap for the guard..

He calls out innocently for help, and the guards footsteps can be heard moving towards his position.. As the guard sees the dark figure lying on the ground.. A holo-shroud activated, as to make it look as if he were severally injured. As the guard leans over to aid the figure he is struck on the head with a blunt object and knocked out cold, as he falls in a lifeless manor to the ground… Havok rushes to his feet and deactivates the device, placing it back in his pack, and removing the small lab top as he nears the console, he hard wires himself into the system quickly, and implements a virus into all the main control systems.. It being a virus that is activated only after one of the vital systems is brought online..

He finishes, and covers his tracks, placing the lab top back into his pack as well, as he again.. Vanishes into the cool of the night….

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A short time later, he stands on the roof of a building, perched near a ledge scanning the streets with a pair of microbinoculars, watching the patrolling security.. He looks at his wrist, and sees that his partner should be arriving soon, and then turns and continues to observe the city….

[Sniper Tondry]

(ooc) Hope you don't mind me jumping in here, Havok and Gav, but I'd swear these Assassination threads were open RPs.

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As far as sniping goes, there are two requirements for it outside of equipment and training. The first is a good, concealing position. The second is good aim, but that's less important than concealment. If you get found before you can fire, the mission is in jeopardy. If you miss, but no one can tell where you are, then you have another chance to fire.

Thus it was that when Pierce Tondry was wandering about, looking for a place to act from, he spotted someone who shouldn't be there.

'That guy on the ledge,' he thought. 'He's watching the guards. And I'm betting that lumpy thing concealed under his blast jacket is a lightsaber. Interesting. Jedi don't usually do infiltrations. I wonder what changed.'

With a new factor in his mission, Tondry suddenly takes streets angling towards the ledge's position. He's never seen this particular Jedi before, and if the situation is any indication, the Jedi is actually a Sith.

And if a Sith is onplanet at the same time as Mon Mothma, that could be very interesting, indeed.

[Gav Mortis]

OOC: This may seem a little short but I typed the whole damn thing up and was disconnected as I was typing in detail, then when I tried reconnecting my computer f*cked up and I lost the whole post, and I don't have enough time available online to write it up in detail again! :(

IC:

Against the dark canvas of night sky a lone figure is suspended from an enormous bridge, his feet are wrapped around a support cable as he shuffles along. In a repetetive pattern he pierces the wire through some thermite gel and threads it through, he then presses the slab of thermite gel onto the underside of the bridge, hidden by shadow. There are many of these slabs of thermite gel stuck to the underside of the large, metal structure and on either side of the bridge two ion explosives connecting the wire from end to end.

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Some time later, some hundred yards from the city's main military facility a grid swings open on the floor which leads into a dark shaft and from within it, bleeping could be heard as Gav finished activating the explosives underground with the appropriate codes and then climbed up emerging from the darkness.

He pushed the grid shut and heard the automatic locks on the underside securing it in place as it slammed shut. Immediately, the street was illuminated by a bright light as a spotlight wielded by a nearby soldier was turned in his direction.

The dark figure dashed into a sidestreet just in time avoiding the onlooking gaurds, he pressed up against the wall, he looked out onto the main street as he saw the light getting more intense as the light neared. He looked over to the opposite side of the narrow sidestreet and saw the familiar bar he had recruited his agents from the Federation earlier, but was now dark and silent.

"Well if I'm here already..." he whispers to himself and looks up the building "...that means..."

Gav is silenced as the bar opposite is illuminated by the familiar spotlight, he turns and sees it's source, two soldiers and they were well armed. The light began to swing over towards Gav as they scanned the narrow passage. Gav took a deep breath and grunted as he leapt up over the nearing spotlight towards the other side of the narrow passage.

The spotlights direction immediately altered and began to follow his path as they heard the noise of movement, Gav pressed up against the wall as he came into contact with it from his jump and pushed off, upwards into the air. The Sith rebounded from wall to wall as he soared through the air aided by currents of force energy and being pursued by the spotlight, it neared each time he jumped.

Finally, he took one last leap through the air and scaled the building just barely avoiding the spotlight as he did. He rolled along the roof top, climbed to his feet and began dusting himself off. Suddenly a cold blaster barrel was pressed hard up against his forehead and he was shocked in silence as his capturer spoke.

"You're late Gav!" came the familiar voice of his partner, Havok and as he pulled the blaster away from him, he sighed with relief.

[Mon Mothma]

She exits her personal quarters, the duel sliding doors hissing as it opens, and her personal guards tighten up their posture. She strides through the doors at a quickened pace, as she is impelled to give the sultan ample time to prepare for their mission to the federation planet, the pair of soldiers from her royal guard follow behind and enter a turbo lift with her.

The sliding doors open, and she emerges and makes her way towards the sultans quarters the guards following close behind. She arrives at his door, and presses a key on a panel next to the entrance.

The sultan sits in a observation chair gazing out of a viewport, with his hand rested under his chin, as he sits deep in though. The intercom is activated, and a sound radiates in the room, making him aware he has company, as he reaches and opens the intercom to his side, a clear voice is heard, though scratchy and husky.. “You may enter….”

The door slides open and Mothma moves from the entrance, coming in only a few feet as the sultan rotates around in his chair to greet his visitor..

“Welcome Mon, anything I can do for you?” he asks..

“I came to make you aware that we are nearing the Federation territory, and will arrive in a short time..” she says softly..

“Em, nice of you to inform me..” he replies, as he slides his hand from his chin, and lies it on his lap.. “It is no trouble at all, we will be arriving in about three hours.. All already have a team of the Royal guard at the ready to accompany us..” she says, with a look of intent upon her face..

“I believe this trip will be quite enlightening, if we can ally with the Federation army, we have no prior qualms or quarrels with then, so I do not see why they would oppose such an idea.. As they are weak and vulnerable to many dangerous vessels that could wipe them from the face of the galaxy with no trouble..” The sultan says firmly.

“I also see no reason why they would reject our offer, we need to work as a team and try not to come off demanding in our terms..” Mothma replies, nodding her head slightly….

“But of course Mon, with your notoriety, how could we lose..” he smiles, trying to lighten up the conversation….

“That is most kind of you dear sir, :: she smiles..:: “but I have many preparations still planned.. I will send a message when the shuttle is prepared for our departure..”

“That sounds quite good, I will see you then..” he says as he rotates his chair back around, and returns his hand to his chin, and scratches his chin….

“Yes, see you then..” as she turns and returns back to her personal quarters to make some preparations of her own…

[Darth Havok]

OOC- Think yours seems short, look at mine..:lol: Your post was quite descriptive as always, bummer about the disconnect, its happened to me a few times as well.. Sniper Tondry, don’t mind at all, open they are, though who knows what you could be up to?:evil:

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..his partner sighs with relief.

“I suspect everything went as planned?” Havok says quietly, as they position themselves low, and out of sight of anyone. They thought..

“That they did, all is well” Gav replied still catching his wind from his climb…

“That it is.” He replies, and is silent for a moment…… “But….” Gav arches a curious eyebrow.. “But what?” he asks…

The Lord speaks to his mind… I have had a strange feeling we are being watched, it first arose as I began my security movement log, and still remains at this very moment. I was sure I’d see some guards try to come detain me for being so suspicious, but it seems our watcher has other intentions.. What? I do not know, I feel it would be best that we go ahead and move out of the city, to the site we briefly spoke of before. And prepare for the late morning arrival of our target.

:: Gav speaks back to him through the ripples of the darkside..::

Now that you mention it, I have a similar feeling. We should go ahead and prepare the site, and go over a few more things as soon as we’ve made camp..

:: he replies..:: Agreed, lets just take some last few logs, and head on out of town…

They rise and do just that, afterwards, they move to a ladder that leads most of the way to the ground below, and move towards it.. They descend the ladder, and are still a few hundred feet from the ground bellow. Lord havok fuses the magnetic end of his grappling hook to the railing, and zips down the cable closely followed by his partner..

At the bottom he touches a button and the magnet releases its grip on the railing and the cable is reeled in quickly by his customized device.. And they move through the shadows casting from the edges of buildings, taking alley passages, avoiding the routes of the security officers..

They come to the site, and conceal themselves in some thick brush, having a small tent and their packs prepared. Small probes placed around the outlining area to make them aware of anyone approaching, as they prepare for the day of reckoning, and prepare making themselves even more prepared, and everything being planned to the “T”.

[Sniper Tondry]

Pierce Tondry examines the detonator wrapped up in a wad of paper. The wind rustles the paper slightly, but it remains relatively unobscured at this close up view. "Standard thermite," he calls softly into a commlink. "Remote detonator units, probably set to blow if they're disturbed."

A low whistle comes from the other side of the commlink. "How the hell did you find that thing, Team Leader?"

Tondry chuckles and steps away from the highly lethal explosive. "Let's just say that flimsy doesn't usually wedge itself into places, and it also tends to blow around in the wind."

"All right," another voice whispers from the commlink. "What do we do about it?"

Pierce gives this question some thought as he leaves the scene. He may be better than the average secret agent, but he is not mechanical genius. At least, not yet anyway. On the other hand, you don't need to be a genius to blow up thermite gel, either.

"See if you guys follow this logic," Tondry whispers as he heads into a building a few blocks away. "Whoever planted this must want someone dead real bad. Mon Mothma's the only high-ranking official heading this way. This little thing here is designed to explode and blame someone else. The Republic is thrown into confusion, fine and dandy, but the blast also kills whoever's around her at the time."

"Our mission," a fourth voice, this one from directly behind Tondry speaks up. "Unless our plan goes off without a hitch, we're in danger of losing the deal between the Federation's Second Vice General and Intel."

Tondry nods, greeting the agent who secured quarters for him. "And since we know that this Sith is here for the purpose of blowing things up," he speaks into the commlink, "He's got to be trying to interfere. Since disarming those detonators is too risky, I vote we just set up a little surprise of our own for them when they come to check on their preparations. After all, it doesn't take a lot to make thermite gel blow up, does it?"

Tondry pauses for a moment, looking at the dawning sun outside. "Here's the plan. En'iki, contact Alexi and Granger. They can use their position as security personnel to run a check and see if our unknown Sith managed to booby trap anything else. Concentrate on bridges, ledges, access ducts, and all the places nobody thinks of going unless there's a problem there. Under all circumstances, keep the knowledge of what we've found here a secret. We can't risk a panic too early."

A chorus of "Acknowledged"s come from Tondry's commlink. He switches it off and turns to his associate. "I'm gonna smoke, then catch a nap. Wake me when it's time."

The agent nods and heads off to prep some proximity explosives for the thermite bomb they found. Tondry heads outside, thinking to himself. Even with this new element, things appear to be going well. Twelve well-trained Intelligence agents should be able to circumvent the preparations of one Jedi

An unpleasant thought occurs to Pierce as he removes a cigarra from his case. What if there's more than one Sith?

Tondry shrugs off his unease and makes a mental note to warn his team about that possibility. One Jedi should be worth ten of any normal man, but when they face a unit worth three times the normal man the sparks could fly.

[Gav Mortis]

An intense light begins to emerge from over the dark, sillouetted hills that form the perimeter of the camp the Sith had made, above the white light which gives the outline of the hills a distinct highlight and above the sky is dull and dark however tinted with a pale yellow as the sun rises.

It seemed, that the moment the light reached the lone tent in the open valley plain, the habitants emerged from within breaking the silence as they walk across the fresh grass which glistening with the morning dew and the air clean and crisp as they move back towards the city.

"Before we continue with the proceedings; I think we should check on the explosives, well some of them anyway." says Gav to his companion as they come to the summit of the hill.

"I agree. We should be careful not to let anyone see us. The city is still silent however there is a possiblity we are being watched." confirmed Lord Havok, both look on at the silent metropolis as the early sun gives it a golden brilliance.

Eventually, the two go there separate ways, back into the still mass of buildings to check upon their work from last night.

Wandering through the scarcely active streets, Gav encounters numerous early risers; some were businessmen who were dreading the long day ahead and some were health concious citizens who ran throughout the streets the only sound that broke the silence was that of their heavy breathing.

That is actually quite a good idea; I think I'll go for a jog!

Upon thinking this, Gav began to run along the streets and instantaneously blended in with the citizens, naturally, in broad daylight he had decided to were regular civillian clothes as he went about the town checking his handy work.

- - - - - - - - - -

Near the bridge, he took a break to rest and at one of the small sidestreet stalls he purchased a small flask of water, he leaned against the wall and tipped his head back as he drank some of the cool, refreshing water, also looking up at the underside of the bridge. For a moment, his vision began to dim and blur but after a moments concentration, Gav was able to focus as though through a lens the distant explosive on the under the bridge. He was shocked to find that although the explosives were still intact, the detonation wire had disappeared and he almost chocked on his drink as he pulled the flask away from his lips.

Damn! How did that happen? Havok was right last night, we were being watched!

- - - - - - - - - - -

Gav continued to run about the city taking regularly spaced rests, and eventually made his way up on the bridge. He ran across it with one or two passing vehicles and he watched the sun rise above some of the taller structures within the city, soon the city would be chaotic once again at the rare arrival of Mon Mothma.

Finally, there were no vehicles crossing the bridge, Now's my chance! Gav knealt down behind the wall of the bridge as though he needed to tie a shoelace and as he did took from his bag a small detonator and concealed it within a fault in the bridges structure aftar years of erosion. Standing up, making sure that no-one had been watching nearby, he continues to run across the bridge. That's the bridge ready to blow once again!

Wiping some sweat from his brow as the heat becomes more intense, he finishes off his drink as he comes to the end of the bridge and dispenses of the flask into a waste disposal container. Heading back down into the city, the small detonator radiating a dim red glow within the brudge, hidden for the fireworks later on.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Later and the city is once again chaotic metropolis of madness, final preparations being made for the peace talks which will herald a new beginning for the people of this world.

Standing within the crowd being herded like cattle by the law enforcers of the city, a citizen approaches one of the law enforcers; draped in heavy robes, his face concealed behind his dark hood as he collapses on the officer with exhaustion and groans with fatigue.

"The heat; the heat; it's too much sir!" cackles the voice of an old man from behind the hood. The officer looks at him with confusion then gives a look of sympathy and assists him to a chair under the shade of a restraunt canopy.

"You will be fine here old man, have a drink!" the officer comforts the elder and hands him enough currency with which to purchase a beverage.

As the officer moves away; Gav can't hold back a decietful grin at his convincing performance. Ordering a tall glass of ice-cold water he pulled back his hood as the crowd carried on along the street. There he sat sipping the water and waiting for his partner to join him.

[Darth Havok]

He tucked his collar in, looking to be in somewhat of business type attire so that he’d blend in with the locals, as he took an alternate route into the city..

A short time later, he strolled down the side of the street, observing the areas he’d placed some of the detonators. He sees an area of the street closed off in front of the capital building, seeing welders cutting at the base of the large structure he had placed many charges..

Damn, he thought to himself. As he turned to a stand at his side, and ordered a cup of hot tea. He sipped at his tea, and ventured towards the alleyway where he had the charge set behind the stand..

Havok took the scene at a glance, without pausing to gawk or for anyone to take notice of his curiosity. He observed with the keenest of eye that they’re seemed to be some tampering with it. He wrote off the area, as he headed in the opposite direction of the Capital building, his mind a whirlwind of ideas..

A distance away he paused, lying his business looking case upon a refuse container as he acted as if he were checking the time, and snapped out a communications device. And acted as if he were engaging in a business conversation, he paced around the container unnoticed to anyone he dropped a large detonator into in, collected his case. Took a sip of his tea, and continued down the street taking a stroll through a small courtyard on his way to meet his partner, all the while conversing with himself on the device as to play his role off well..

As the time neared for the arrival of such a notary official, security was getting thicker, but not as to alarm any reason of paranoia from the citizens. Havok approached the restaurant, and finishes up his convo, with himself, he takes a seat across from his partner, and begins to converse….

“Hot day it is my friend.” Havok states…. “Seems we’ve had a falling through on the deal, I’d suggest we take the alternate route in sealing this deal…” He says, as he orders another tea from the waiter..

[Mon Mothma]

Above all, Mon Mothma’s most important duty was to keep the Alliance focused. She was fully aware that, while more powerful every day, it was still extremely vulnerable. Even a single, decisive loss could have destroyed the Rebellion. Thanks to Mon Mothma’s guidance, the Rebellion fought only when the chances of victory far out-weighed the danger of defeat.


The capital ship dropped out of hyperspace, and engaged in a standard orbit. The shuttle was ready for deployment, and Mothma made the final preparations sending a message to the sultan to meet in the specified docking bay and they’d be on their way..

A short time later, they sat discussing possibilities as the shuttle exited the docking bay and was en-route to the surface..

[Sniper Tondry]

"We've got a confirmation," the agent said as he entered Tondry's room. "Mon Mothma's making planetfall."

Tondry, who was awake, went straight for his sniper rifle. "The team?"

"In the main room," was the response. "Ready and awaiting the green light."

Tondry stands and shoulders his ysalamiri backpack. "Let's go give it to them."

######

"All right, listen up," Pierce states as he enters the room. "Time is short so pick this up the first time."

The hush that preceeded Tondry into the room continues. The people who work with Pierce Tondry respect him, and that's good.

Pierce nods in appreciation of this. "You all know your parts," he states, getting twelve confirming nods in return. "I'll be the one to handle the execution of First Vice General Gustav Kotepsi. It goes down during the greeting exchange on the landing pad. You're going to be pulling escort to make sure everyone still living gets to the negotiation compound safely and conclude a treaty."

"With Second Vice General Jask in our pocket, we've got a huge edge in this whole thing but," Pierce lifts a finger. "Don't forget there's an unknown in the equation. There's one or more Sith on the planet, probably with the purpose of assassinating Mon Mothma. If that happens, Intel's biggest possible gain in this situation goes down the toilet. Non-essential, but definitely useful, so if the Sith reveal themselves delay them until Mon Mothma can get to safety."

Pierce looks at his team and is extremely proud to be working with a group of people who are as highly trained as this unit of Intelligence's. They're not the best Intel has, but they are certainly very good. Perhaps Tondry has gone up a notch in Isard's eyes to be able to lead them. "Now, let's move."

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[Gav Mortis]

"You're absolutely right my friend. It seems there is a third party involved in our business and that is a problem to be eradicated." replied Gav in a subtle tone.

"Now the question is, how to deal with the problem..." continued Havok, deep in thought.

The Sith begin to transmit their thoughts and exchange words telepathically for the remainder of the conversation.

The two men sit under the relaxing shade of a large restraunt parasol, which tinted their faces a variety of bright colors as the light shone through from above. Gently sipping their tea, watching the endless parade of spectators walk by whilst their conversation continued.

After some time of silence, they both smiled and Gav broke the silence with a quiet chuckle to satisfy his wicked pleasure.

"So it is decided then?" asked a smirking Havok, with a hint of mystery in his voice.

Suddenly, the two Sith jerked slightly as a tremor emotion rippled through the force from a non too distant location, there were feelings of shock, horror, disbelieve and panic; initially, both men drew a sadistic pleasure from these negative disturbances but then refocused with concern.

In the distance, way down the street a quiet whistle sounded and their seemed to be a lot of comotion, even a lot for this type of action. The noises grew and the sound of hundreds of voices, muffled against each other starts an approach down the street, getting louder.

"Yes. that it most certainly is." replied Gav, momentarily turning his attention away from the disturbance, looking down at a wrist watch, checking the time. He continued, "We are ahead of shedule and everything is ready; everything."

The roar of voices surged upwards and filled the surrounding regions, all the crowds in the street were shouting and there was a dreadful comotion.

"What on earth is going on?" Gav questioned an equally curious Havok, who replied with a simple shrug.

Havok stood up out of his seat, walked over to a gossiping crowd and siezed a young man by the back of his collar and turned him around to face him.

"You there; what is going on?" he demanded, however Gav was unable to make out the man's reply but he was disgruntled to say the least as he spoke.

Immediately, Havok turned and paced over to Gav with a concerned look on his face. Standing to meet him, Gav slid back his chair and walked alongside Havok and they paced down the street, pulling their hoods over their heads they marched down the street, impatiently barging through the by-standers.

First Vice General Gustav Kotepsi was assassinated the moment he shook hands with Mon Mothma on the landing platform. It seems our third party have some business of their own to attend to and no doubt Mothma has fled the scene in her shuttle, thus making our mission much more difficult. Do you have any idea where the shuttle might go?

Havok spoke to Gav telepathically yet again, and after a further moment of thought, he answered.

I have no idea where she has gone but hopefully our "help" might be able to assist. I shall contact them, I have ten minutes left to get in touch with our contact, he is not far from here.

Then we ought to pick up the pace. I hope they have the answers we need.

As do I! concluded Gav and both men made their way to the established meeting point.

- - - - - - - - - -

Sure enough, waiting under the stone arch of an increadibley gothic looking building was the contact, looking poorly inconspicuous; it's structure was riddled with statuettes resembling evil winged spirits of some sort, perhaps some sort of temple.

He leaned against the wall, resting in a shadowed corner of the doorway, waiting and we approached him. He stared with curiousity upon realising there were two individuals to meet him, nevertheless he extended a hand to formally greet us but neither of us responded to his gesture.

"Don't formally greet us under such circumstances, people could be watching." commanded Havok in a displeased tone.

"I appologise. Look, I know what you are going tpo ask so I'll answer before you do. Yes, we know where Mothma's shuttle has gone, we have a tracking device on board her shuttle." came a husky voice from deep within the rough looking man's throat.

"Do you indeed! And how, may I ask have you installed a tracking device on the shuttle within the space of thirty seconds of the greeting of the two officials?" inquired Gav, unsatisfied with the mans reply.

"Ah well that's the intelligent part. We have operatives working on Mothma's ship, about six in total and they installed it whilst they prepared the shuttle." he replied in an almost gloating fashion, and a smirk came across his face.

"Don't be too proud of yourself boy, otherwise you will have little to smirk with, understand?" interupted an irritated Havok, and the man nodded.

"Ok. Good work and when will they have the job done?" continued Gav after looking over the printed co-ordinates their contact had provided them.

"Within an hour before sun down. I must be leaving now my firends, good-bye and good luck."

"Farewell." both men answered, they turned and headed off, down the street.

- - - - - - - - - -

Some hours later, at a well diguised landing pad, hidden in the outskirts of the city at a secure location rested the shuttle belonging to Mon Mothma. It's gleaming white shell, reflected firey reds and bright oranges from it's smooth surface as the suns set, beyond the horizon, behind the surrounding hills.

There was a pleasant quietness after such chaos earlier; Mothma's visit had began rather shockingly and after a night's rest she would be ready for the negotiations tomorrow.

Suddenly, there was a shwoosh sound and steam exhaust errupted from the sides of the shuttle as it's ramp lowered onto the landing platform, unnoticed as Mon Mothma's shuttle was the least of the planet's problems right now.

From out of the shuttle came three figure clad in black attire, their faces hidden behind black masks pulled over their heads, with only holes for their mouths and eyes. The seemed to be in an immense hurry, scurrying about almost panicingly around the shuttle, making the final preparations and tidying up their handy work.

About five minutes passed, when finally the ramp lifted itsalf up again and the men disappeared into the streets from over a wall and raced into the early evening shadows.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Now everything is ready.

[Sniper Tondry]

Pierce dipped a rag into a small bucket of oil beside his bunk and ran it up and down the length of his sniper rifle several times. Polishing out scrapes could be hard work sometimes, and he had an audience of half the Tau unit.

"I hate this waiting," one of his companions stopped pacing the floor and spoke up. "I wish they'd hurry this whole treaty thing up."

"Hey, Lead," another man called from a bunk bed across the room. "That was some nice work you did today. I didn't think you could get that kind of range off a Merr-Sonn."

Tondry nodded at the compliment. "There's a few tricks to it, but so far the Merr-Sonn models are the best."

"Lead," the first man started again. "Why are we protecting Mon Mothma? Why can't we just let those Sith take her out?"

For the first time, Tondry looked up. "Because we have the chance to put spies in the New Republic if this treaty goes off. Jask will push for the alliance, stating that he'd like a personnel exchange among other things. Some of our deep cover men get t go to work for the Republic through that exchange program and start providing us with information and opportunities. That's worth a lot to Isard, Vadgrin, so don't whine too much."

"Lead?" a third man asked, entering the room. "Are there any new contingency plans for protecting Mon Mothma?"

Tondry shook his head. "Swoops are still in the garage, ready to go in case of trouble. If the Sith get the urge to go a-killin', we should be able to react fast enough to save her."

"You're real calm, Lead," the second agent stated, sitting up. "Got a trick to that?"

"You gotta be patient, Alex," Tondry says, lifting his rifle and looking down the sightscope at his comrade. "When you do what I do."

Tondry sets the butt of the rifle on the floor and returns to polishing it with his oil rag. Vagrin begins to pace again, bringing attention to himself. "Get used to it, Vagrin," Pierce replied. "We got lucky and tumbled onto the Sith's first move, so that we could act. Now that we made our move, it's their turn again. Until they get up off their rumps, we don't know how they're going to do whatever it is they're going to do. So get used to it."

"I hear you, Lead," Vagrin grumbled, plopping onto his bunk.

Tondry nodded and brushed his rifle off one last time. "Let's get some shut-eye. No sense in staying up all night."

[Mon Mothma]

Not once in a generation did the voice of the city change, as it seemed to now. Day and night, age after age, it had never faltered. To a countless number of men it had been the first and the last sound they had ever heard. It was part of the city: when it ceased the city would be dead and the desolate sands would be settling in the streets of this city.

Even here, a quarter mile above the ground, the sudden hush brought Mothma out to the balcony of her quarters. The place was by far larger than any other of the city’s buildings, and its whiteness was so dazzling that it hurt the eye in the light of day. Far below, the moving ways were still sweeping between the great buildings, but now they were thronged with silent crowds. Something had drawn the languid people of the city from their homes: in there thousands they were drifting slowly between the towering structures and large buildings. And then Mothma saw that all those countless numbers of faces were turned towards the sky.

For a moment fear crept into her soul - fear lest after all these ages of fighting, the pain and loss was all coming back. Then she too was staring at the sky, entranced by a wonder she had never hoped to see again. She watched for several minutes before a servant fetched her, and convinced her it was not safe this day, and she shouldn’t be out in the open as she was.

Before she moved from the balcony she spoke to the woman servant. “Look at it well, Sara,” she said “This place is crying out for help, and we must do everything in our power to assure this changes.” She looked back to the sky. The soaring spires of the city, the moving specks one thousand feet below – these were part of this world, but the things in the sky, and the crisp winds on distant mountain peaks sent a familiar chill down her spine. Something was wrong, and her long time dealings and experience in these areas told her this. “Something is wrong..” she says in a whisper, and turns and returns into her quarters..

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Just then a guard on duty at the landing pad near the outskirts of the city, leaned back against the personal shuttle of one Mon Mothma. Lighting a smoke, and just as he takes in a soothing drag, and relaxes, he sees his commanding officer approaching out of the corner of his eye, he tosses the cigarette to the ground and behind him and snaps to attention; hoping he had not been seen. The officer gave an intimidating stare and got right up in his face.

“Taking a little break now are we, Smith?” he questioned with intent to see what if any response he may get.

“Well Sir, I was just.. I was…” he is cut of abruptly. “You were nothing.” The commanding officer spouted raising his voice..

“You know how tense things are right now trooper, and if I catch you slacking again, your current refuse duty will be extended by a month. Do I make myself clear.”

“Yes sir”

The officer bends down to pick up the smoldering tobacco, and as he rises a small blinking light gains his attention. A tracking device, he thought? He did not mention it at first, as he did not know if he could trust anyone at that very moment. He rose and left to go tell Mothma himself, as he felt this was an inside job, and could smell a sabotage mission was in place. To tell her she could be in danger at this very moment…

[Darth Havok]

Local patrons still swarm around the centering streets of the city, around the main capital building. Their purposes for being, not exactly clear, though the earlier days assassination and the on going peace talks could more then explain the duress felt from the locals.

Meanwhile, an almost lingering silence drug through the city, as a pair of black Speeders; acquired from their contact, turn a corner on one of the dark, dimly-lit streets, the cloaked figures on the speeder bikes accelerates forward and are now adjacent with one another. And they slow to a halt near a tavern, as they came to make one last final meeting with their contact.. The meeting takes place in the back room of the tavern, the information exchanged vital to the current state of the operation.

“Well I’ll get right to it, as we should not be seen together on this night.. “ He pauses for just a moment, as the two lords listen with curiosity to the latest news.. “Word is, the men on the inside.. Well there positions have been compromised. It was unavoidable and I apologize for any inconveniences this may have on you.” He says hesitantly, but knows he must be truthful, as his very life hangs in the balance of his every word and action..

“Your concern is noted, and your up front and straight forward action here is definitely noted.. Your help has been vital to what we have already been through and I for one am grateful for what you have already done. Nothing more will be asked of thee, and if we ever find ourselves in this part of the Galaxy again and need a favor, I hope you’ll be able to provide?” The lord speaks scratchily, and questions the mans future loyalties…

“But of course, I would consider it my pleasure to aid you in the future if a situation was to arise, and I know the price will be right..” He grins with a smile as he nurses a beer…

Havok turns to his comrade and gives him a confirming nod.. “Well, we’d best be on our way, with this current news, something’s will have to be put into order to avoid our positions from being compromised, good doing business with you, and pleasant evening to you.” He says, as they leave the tavern and make their way on foot through the city streets, nearing the main building as the late night progresses on..

They slip between patrols and avoid being seen by patrons as they move through the shadows of the streets, and scale a building near the main capital building which housed Mothma and the accompanied sultan, and royal guards. Not to mention any other security officers the Sith did not know about at the time, though they knew something had been out of the ordinary from the man who was watching them the other night atop a near building. The plan being pressed forward with the current situations, causing them to implement one of their back up plans they had gone over the previous night, for just this scenario..

“See that balcony there..” havok pointed to a balcony lower to their current height, but in square with their current position. “That is our entrance.” He said as he prepared some steal fiber rope, and had taken a small crossbow type firing unit for the hook.

Suddenly they both duck behind the wall, instantly pressing up closely to it, as a flooding light passes over then from high above, seeking, searching the streets and building tops in sweeping manors. Spotlighting wasn’t the most effective tool, though it usually scared off the common criminal from doing his thing near the more business side of town.. It was nothing but a nuisance for any real criminals..

“Bout time we took those lights out, wouldn’t you say Gav?”

“Indeed, will do so right now.” as he pulls a small device from his pocket, pulls the protective cover from the device and looking up to Havok just before he stabs the button down. The ground somewhat quakes from the blast, as all the lights in the city begin fluttering out, the spotlight seizing, every light in the city being effected from the explosion. As darkness envelops the town, and the whizzing of the grappling device is heard as Gav places the device back into his cloak, and takes the attachment device for moving down the rope from his pack..

“Alright partner, lets keep on rolling… you know what time it is..” Lord havok says as he ties off this end of the rope, attaches his device, and then swoops down between the buildings, gaining more speed then anticipated, but compensates for it on his landing as he lets go a tad early and tucks and rolls over once to his knees before pulling a small blaster from the inside of his cloak, and covers his partners arrival..

[Sniper Tondry]

Tondry's eyes snap open. The room is dark. Completely dark, with no lights of any kind.

It feels wrong.

"Everybody up!" he shouts, his hand questing through the darkness for his sniper rifle. He pulls a floodlight attachment and secures it on the barrel, then aims it at the ceiling. "City power must be down!"

Around him, Tau Team stirs and arises to full combat alertness. Each member takes stock of the situation and arrives at the same conclusion Tondry has: they need to get ready. "I'll call the power station, see what's going on," Vadgrin announces, reaching for his gear.

"No time," Tondry's voice stops him. More lighting devices appear from his unit's weapons until finally someone finds and flicks on a glowrod. "The Sith are on the move. We need to get there first. Grab your gear and get to the garage."

The glowrod is extinguished as Tau Team files out of the room. In the garage, thirteen swoop bikes rumble to action.

The parking garage door clanks open and the night race begins.

[Gav Mortis]

Upon noting Havok's touchdown on the balcony below, Gav stands from his crouching position and takes a quick glance around to make sure he isn't being watched before attatching the grappling device to the rope and attaching the other part to his belt, he stands up onto the edge of the wall ready to jump. Taking one deep breath his feet left their grounding and he fell some feet before being jerked upwards by the rope and the device attatched to his waist and began to slide down towards the balcony.

Disengaging the grappling device, Gav dropped into a roll on the balcony and crouched down against the wall to one side of the balcony door, looking over to Lord Havok on the other side. Unclipping the device from his waist and taking out a small datapad which displayed the layout of the building courtesy of his comrade.

We need to get to Mothma with as much discretion as possible, this must run smooth up until the very last point when they discover something's wrong.

Havok heard Gav's thought's projected to him at the back of his mind and he replied:

Of course. There are three gaurds in this room, they have just entered, perhaps as a security measure due to the blackout.

Yes, I sense them too. There are two close to you and one on my side. Good luck.

Havok nodded back to Gav in acknowledgement and he then counted:

3...2...1...

With that, the gaurds were suddenly taken by suprise as the doors blew open with a strong gust of wind, they weren't alert enough to realise the two Sith leap into the shadows with incomprehendable speed.

Gavfelt the gaurds body fall limp the moment he grabbed his head, pressed his left fist against the back of his neck and with a jerk of his head from his right hand snapped his neck. Almost instantaneously, he heard the sickening crack of the skulls of the other two gaurds, accompanied by the sight of blood decorating the wall lit in the moonlight and into which two bodies fell when Havok emerged from the shadows from which they originated and said; "Let's go."

"Wait, let me go first. I can sense many gaurds in the next corridoor, waiting." Gav whispered in return.

- - - - - - - - -

The gaurds were dispersed along the corridoor when suddenly, one of the doors creaked open and they heard a voice, "Sir, I have an update for you."

A man stepped towards the door shrouded in shadow, "Yes soldier?" but it was at that moment, his jaw stopped moving a sharp object was impaled straight through it and pierced his brain before he could react, he died instantly. Gav caught his body before it fell and haded it to Havok waiting in the doorway once he had taken back his dagger.

Havok continued to whisper a report from the door of the room to a dead officer who could not be seen by the soldiers in the corridoor. As he did Gav made his way along the hallway, taking out four more soldiers before someone tripped over one of the bodies he has laid and crashed to the floor.

"What the..." the soldier was immediately silenced as a humming sound was heard and his decapitated body fell limp on the floor. However, although the black blade of his lightsaber was invisable in the dark, the humming attracted three curious soldiers around him who instantly had their heads severed from their bodies in one swift rotation.

Moving back up the corridoor where he finally found Havok and numerous bodies surrounding him, disigniting his lightsaber, Gav said, "Nice work."

With an amused smirk, Havok answered, "Not so bad yourself. However there are too many soldiers, we need.." he paused, and pulled out from a pouch at his side a small detonator, he continued, "...a distraction."

There was a quiet beep followed immediately by a powerful explosion two floors below and the building shook. As an elivator shaft blew apart on the ground floor and a fire broke out as a result of it.

"Well, that will certainly keep them occupied," Gav said approvingly. "Next stop, Mothma's Quarter's but before we do, we better find something more appropriate to pay someone of such prestige a visit!" he finished with a wicked smile creeping across his face.

Suddenly, from the comlink of the officer's corpse the two heard a message:

We are going to evacuate Mothma from this building immediately, a squad has just arrived at her quarters and will escort her to her personal shuttle. All squads establish a route to make her evacuation

Looking at Havok with some concern Gav said, "Looks like the distraction worked a little too well!"

"So it seems. Let's hope our contacts came through with their end of the bargain." replied Havok.

"Only one way to find out." Gav confirmed, "But before we do, we best get on our way to the speeder bik

The two went back into the room they had previously entered, stepped out onto the balcony and as they did, Gav activated his comm and spoke into it, "This is Black knight to White Bishop, authorisation to detonate. I repeat, authroisation to detonate."

"Looks like we're going to have to rely on our own ability to get over to our bikes from here" noted Havok. "We didn't plan to have to leave this way but they're evacuating Mothma early so we'll have to intercept her whilst she's on the run."

Suddenly, on the other side of the building there was another powerful explosion as the Mothma's personal shuttle was ripped apart by the mines laid in it earlier.

"That's our cue to leave" said Gav and the two stepped back into the room to gain enough distance for a run up. As they did they heard a second transmission from the comm on the officer's corpse:

Mothma's shuttle has just exploded, we have recieved heavy casualties from the blast. Mothma has been diverted to an armored transport and will be accompanied by her gaurd's-a military convoy will escort her once she's past the bridge. Over.

"Worked like a charm!" said Havok; satisfied, the two Sith ran at the balcony gaining tremendous velocity and in a blur of motion stepped up onto the balcony ledge and launched themselves high into the air, swiftly they moved through the air and landed on the building from which they accessed the balcony.

They continued to move down flight's of stairs and ladders that ran down one side of the building and ended at the road where their speeder's were located. On their way down, a heavily armored transport shot past on the road below accompanied by two speeder bikes.

That must be her Royal Gaurd's on those speeder's thought Gav.

Soon, the two Lord's had mounted their speeder bikes and were in hot pursuit of Mothma. Although they kept their distance, they were soon noticed by one of the gaurds who expertly, revealed a heavy blaster rifle and whilst he rode aimed it at one of the speeder bikes, with one shot Gav came soaring from his speeder bike and was sent crashing to the ground when havok almost instantaneously heard him in his mind: Carry on but be careful, because there's more firework's in 3...2...1...

Suddenly, the ground beneath the armored vehicle was ripped open and an eruption of fire exploded from the sewers below from a motion-sensitive mine Gav had laid earlier but had only just activated it knowing the armored transport would be first to pass over it.

The vehicle was turned upside down and the fire engulfed the two gaurds close behind and blinded by the smoke and flame, they both collided with the upturned transport and were both killed instantly. Havok slowed to a stop at the wreckage and Gav limped as fast as he could towards the site of devastation and caught up with Havok a minute later.

"Well" Gav said, wheezing, somewhat out of breath, "These clothes are filthy, time to get changed!"

[Sniper Tondry]

The thirteen-man biker squad sped out of the city on full throttle. Pierce, in the lead, was also busy unfolding a headset comm and pair of nightvision goggles from his helmet. "What's their main plan of egress, Control?" he asked loudly when everything was secure.

"There's a shuttle on a landing pad just outside the residence," the coordinating agent responded. "Their backup plan is an armored transport that will head for a secure launch zone ten miles away."

"We have to assume they're going after the transport," Pierce shouted over the rushing wind. "There's nothing we can do if they attack the shuttle, but it's too well guarded to be their primary method of attack. We'll be taking that route."

"Copy," Control replied. "Relaying."

The biker unit sped into a small forest while Control was relaying the message. Pierce navigated on instinct for a bit, using his brain to think about the situation. Was it really worth all the trouble he was going through to keep one alien-loving Rebel alive? Sometimes, Isard's sense of cruelty got the best of her and she didn't always do things that were militarily smart, and this might be one of those times.

"Change in plans Lead," Control's voice whispered in his ear. "The shuttle's disabled. They're switching to the transport."

"We'll switch to silent running and proceed on the backup plan with caution," Pierce called back. "Keep us updated."

Pierce lifted a fist and shook it twice, then held up two fingers. The noise from the engines suddenly ceased as the silent running modes kicked in, although the agents did not come to a stop until the transport was visible in the distance.

"Get the frames on," Pierce said quietly, reaching for the ysalamiri frame nestled onto the back of the bike. "We don't know where the Sith are, but things look pretty calm so they probably haven't struck yet."

The sounds of twelve other frames being lifted off their bikes was muted by the trees. "Remember the plan order: three teams of three and one team of four," Pierce began reciting. "Alex, Vadgrin, Ludos, and Kentzer, you're on rescue detail. Jones, Dniepier, and Kohel, you're suppression fire, so set your bikes up into a barricade. Muljikaedan, and Weimar, you're running interference against the Sith with me. You three will be waiting in case something goes wrong. Be sure you're set for stun: we only need to distract them, and if we start shooting killshots they might take it personally."

There was a short chorus of acknowledgements. The group settled into a tense quiet, watching the transport get closer and closer to their position. Pierce checked his blaster's setting again, just to be sure it was right.

Then the ground beneath the transport regurgitated a brilliant ball of energy. The transport rose ponderously into the air and came down with a crash.

"Lead, the transport's down!" Control bellowed suddenly.

"We know," Pierce sighed. He squared his shoulders. "We're going in!"

The cadre of troops jolted into action, and as they reached the site of the downed transport they could see two figures heading towards the prize.

That was fine. One Sith was enough, two were too many.

The suppression fire group broke off and began setting up while the rescue group began circling around the transport hunting for a way in. The backup trio slowed to a stop and began waiting.

Pierce, however, kept on gathering momentum and gunning straight for the Sith. A high leap carried him off the bike before it could carry him into the Sith, while his two comrades came to a stop beside him.

The bike shot towards the two stealthy individuals, then was suddenly whisked harmlessly away, as if by a strong wind.

Without any pretense at wordplay, Pierce scooped a handful of dirt and hurled it towards his opponents and followed it with two quick stun shots.

(ooc) Your move, guys. :)

Edit: fixed the second sentence.

[Gav Mortis]

OOC:

Hav, before you post, remember to check out the forum where we confer on this, I've left you a message.

Don't get too aggressive now Tondry! :)

[Darth Havok]

Havok was knelt, gazing through flames that were burning on the underside of the overturned transport.. The integrity of a fuel line had been compromised from the initial explosion; flammable liquid spilt forth from the cracks and was almost immediately engulfed and burnt away, as the supply of fuel seemed endless at this moment in time. The smoke was thickest at the source, as it drifted to the east; opposite of their pursuers with the light passing breezes..

He watched on as the unknown assailants converged on the dark figures who had been outfitted with the Sith’s dark cloaks.. The hoods were drawn over their heads to help conceal their true identities. Beads of sweat rolled down Havok’s brow at a consistent rate, yet evaporated surprisingly rapidly from his position near the intense flames.

His eyelids were squinted, his mind consumed in deep though; almost in a trance like state he sat motionless. His senses heightened to all that was around him, as his concentration on the confrontation remained definite.. There was no room for any mistakes, not even the slightest margin of error if he was to delay the current intrusion.

Havok slowly rose a hand and clinched his fist, one of the figures responded. It’s arm rose and an uprising gust of wind propelled the incoming speeder up and away, the figure returned it’s posture and took a more aggressive approach. It slowly began to advance forward, the dark cloak dragging upon the ground as it moved smoothly along towards Tondry and company. Some dirt reflects from the closest figure, yet it’s movement remained steady until two stun shots struck it directly in the chest, the figure stopped abruptly and then collapses in a clumsy fashion..

Just then Havok lets out a deep breath and hones in on the remaining dark figure, and it poises in a defensive posture. It is almost immediately struck by several blasts and is overwhelmed by suppressive fire from Havok’s blind side. The second figure also falls to the ground, both showing no signs of movement as Havok grunts in protest. Damn.. Havok then turns and takes a few quick steps around the transport, and readies the remaining speeder they had. Not seconds later Gav emerges from a near hatch with Mothma about his shoulder, he sets her upon the ground and the sith slip into shiny blue helmets; attained from the selective guards that were found near Mothma’s side, with complimentary attire of course.

“We’d bests take heed my comrade. Several of them approach…quickly.” Havok says, as he boards the bike and prepares for the extra passengers. Gav then turns and looks upon mothma…

[Mon Mothma]

Voices within her mind woke her, neither dreaming nor fully awake yet, listening. Whispers of sound trickled through her brain, coalescing into words for an instant or two, then breaking up again.. Frightening words..

Danger…
Betrayal…

And one was almost a scream. Run!

Shaken and confused she sat up in the ruble and hanging smoke, most of her garbs torn, and serrated from her near fatal tumble within the transport.. Suddenly, she feels a hand on her shoulder, she turns discreetly to her side, and breathes a sigh of relief as she sees her two royal guards, one with a still running land speeder. She takes his hands, and struggles to her feet, they hastily board the bike, and speed off to the east following the path of smoke towards the area of the suspected extraction point. Fleeing from their pursuers which were bound to have been closely behind..