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#21
Evoros

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Reason one why Evoros preferred to work alone: teammates were unpredictable, and that wouldn't do. 

 

No matter how much you felt like you could or how much you wanted to, it was impossible to completely and utterly know you could count on your team. There would always be that possibility that they'd fall behind, that they'd mess up, change their minds on the plan - the alternatives that didn't end in success drew a long list. 

 

And of course, she neither felt like she could nor wanted to trust Itash Mecetti.

 

Crouched in position behind the trees, Evoros was waiting, primed to move the second she had to like some bird of prey a moment from taking flight. Watching as Janeth got ready, eyes careful and anticipatory. As Itash deliberated. One Co-ru-scant, two Co-ru-scant, three- screw it. 

 

She moved around the brush in his place and caught up with Janeth's attack, cybernetic digits readied seconds before they dealt the killing blow. Down he fell, nice and easy and nobody any the wiser. There was some satisfaction to it (you do what you love, and you love what you do) but there was no flicker of anything on her features besides a mild look of annoyance.

 

All the same, her smirk was its usual self.

"There'll be time to fix your hair when the job's finished, Mecetti."

 

Itash Mecetti | Janeth Farr | Wes Rykker


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Itash Mecetti

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Evoros | Janeth Farr | Wes Rykker

 

"Ain't my hair I was paying attention to, love." Tash retorted without missing a beat while giving a quick glance shaped around the swell of her hip down to her legs. That was the annoying thing about Itash, really, it was very difficult to get under his skin.

 

Almost impossible really.

 

But maybe that was the challenge Evoros would try to take up. Get a rise out of him in more than one way, in the end it mattered little. Because the Tapani noble had already passed them and was approaching closer to the fortification itself. It would be a difficult thing, but not... overly so. "Tis a shame you killed him." Tash mumbled even still when both of them caught up with him, crouching down near the bushes and watching over to the hill, the ruins and all the people around it.

 

"Could have asked him nicely to do us a favor or two there."

 

Wouldn't have been the first time.

 

It was the tone that suggested asking didn't actually mean... asking, but rather something more involved than that. "Oh, look." A moment later two guards suddenly exited the fort's entrance. Another patrol on the way towards its route.

 

Teethy grin pulled up.

 

"Taste of opportunity... beautiful. We will need both of them alive, please."


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Braden Hunter

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LOCATION: Naesha, Eshan

OBJECTIVE: Information

 

Freelance intelligence paid the bills.Dangerous situations in which any of a dozen bloody fates could befall the operative was the fun part.

 

"Do you understand the stakes here, Mister Hunter?"A stern voice that should not come from such a beautiful woman with a young face, but it did.Her eyes told part of the story, older than the sum of her years by way of seeing more than anyone her age should.Braden had likely seen similar and was only a handful of years older, if he was any judge of age among the almost universally fit Echani, but he always assumed there would be a stark difference between his experience and those of people who remained in one place their entire lives.This woman broke that mold, and he found that to be far more fascinating than the outward beauty.

 

He wasn't a freelance operative for the money, and only partially because of the thrills.He loved the stories of it all.

 

"I do.I do understand."His eyes never left hers.His body was relaxed into his chair, but not slouching.His hands loosely intertwined in front of his stomach.  

 

He was meeting with what he supposed was his handler for this job, his counterpart in the organization belonging to Matriarch Kall.Neither of them were new enough to say any of this, but their roles were understood.

 

"Good."She passed him a palm sized data reader.He took it and glanced at it.It held a connection code within the local exchange.He memorized it with a few moments of concentration, then passed it back.His eyes went right back to hers, and a small smile graced his lips.

 

"Anything I find out I'll pass back, I'll work fast and accurately."He left out that it wouldn't be cheap.That went without saying, you only ever got two out of three at most.

 

"I trust you have a way to gain access, and I also trust that you will be in contact."She left out that her trust only came because she was the key to his payday.He did the work, she released the funds.It was always the same, and the attitudes tended to range the same as well.When you worked heart and soul for a belief, an ideal, you tended to look down on those that didn't.Especially if those people also happened to work for the purely mercenary concern of money.

 

He could read it all in her eyes, and he couldn't keep the smile out of his.She was so much like the typical client contact, yet was different enough that he wanted to know more.A part of him wanted to continue the conversation, try to draw out her story here and now.

 

Professionalism, and a healthy dose of knowing when to play the long game, kept him to a brisk nod as he stood from the table and walk to the door.An Echani guard returned his weapons, then Braden walked out of the club and into the sunshine.  

 

He couldn't help but look up at it as he pulled his shades from the breast pocket of his jacket and slid them on.He had a couple hours until Sundown.


Edited by Braden Hunter, 13 October 2017 - 10:05 PM.

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Wes Rykker

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Good.

 

No alert, quick and silent kill. That'd do for now but what happens when they need someone alive?

 

Wes moved as silently as possible to a different position to avoid friendly fire in case he had to shoot. 

 

As the new patrol went out, he barely saw the three hiding in the shadows. Hopefully, fething Mecetti wasn't doing something else in these shadows.

 

The trio had to be really quick, it would only be a matter of time before the camping group starts asking questions about the killed man. It's going to be real hard to shoot them if they spread out and seem alert. Wes only hoped that would not happen.

 

If there was a mere sign of that happening, he'd start shooting them off while they were in a good position to be hunted.

 

 

Janeth Farr | Evoros | Itash Mecetti



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Mara Kellarov

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Location: Naehsa | Marketplace

Objective: Make Contact with Ibinus

Ashana

 

The agent had become frustrated the more obvious it got that Ibinus wasn't in the area, and now she was overstaying her welcome it seemed. Folks were starting to glance her way, out of suspicion and wariness.

 

Mara bit on her tongue as she made her way to one of the exits, it was time to try and work out where else Ibinus might be. She made a sparing glance back, just incase - and that's when she caught sight of the Trandoshan.

 

He stuck out like a sore thumb and didn't give the slightest care to the fact. His eyes met Mara's for a moment, although she didn't linger and continued her walk as though she hadn't seen anything particular. But there was no mistaken the chase was on now.

 

Turning around a corner, Mara immediately began to pick up her pace. Slipping down into an alleyway and began maneuvering through the twisting maze. It was apparent she had tipped someone off, Ibinus maybe, but Mara was more concerned on how-

 

In that moment, it finally clicked. The kid...

 

Mara cursed quietly, realizing she had slipped up and let something so simple pass her notice. Now she had her target's attention on her, and in all the wrong ways. It was time to rethink her plan and work out how to salvage the situation.

 

That was when she turned another corner and walked right into the Trandoshan.


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Janeth Farr

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"Fething hell." Janeth cursed under her breath, but loud enough for the others to hear. 

 

"This is why I asked if you had a plan. See how those details can be of help?" For now she'd withhold further complaints as she moved into position, lest she alert the new patrol of her presence.

 She dragged the body with her to hide behind the brush.

 

If Itash had only explained "Hey, we should take some alive for questioning." Then they'd have a mode of execution in those situations.

 

If he wanted them to simply react, then he should've brought a serious arsenal Instead of a ragtag team of various skillsets and zero chemistry. Not counting Evoros' schoolgirl-esque gushing. At least Wes seemed to have a brain in there somewhere, even if he was saying nothing and sitting a ways back behind them.

 

Janeth sat behind another tree and waited this time for Itash to make the first jump.

 

She wasn't exactly keen on making the first move this time.

 

Itash Mecetti | Wes Rykker | Evoros


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Ashana

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The trandoshan wasn't messing around.

 

He deployed as simple stun device and swiftly fired it point blank against Mara.

 

"Ssssleep well..." He hissed. Once Mara had gone out cold, the reptiloid hoisted the woman's body up and over his shoulder. Such an effort proved child's play for a species capable of fighting wookies in hand-to-hand combat. He took her through the alley and further out of sight.

 

Eventually she'd come to inside a damp, windowless room. With only a small hanging light above to show the texture of the walls and floor. Directly in front of Mara was a metal door which slid open. Ibinus, the Echani, stepped forth as the door slid shut.

 

The man paced around the edge of the room, his eyes never once leaving Mara. "You're a curious creature, offworlder." He stopped in front of her. "Now forgive the rudeness of our little introduction, but as you might understand I'm not very happy to hear that a stranger is... As you might say, sticking their nose into my business." The Echani weren't particularly known for their colourful vocabulary. They relied on physical contact as self-expression. Metaphors, idioms, and innuendos were rare amongst their conversations.

 

"Tell me everything." Ibinus crossed his hands behind his back. Waiting for Mara to tell him why she was there and what she wanted.

 

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Itash Mecetti

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Evoros | Janeth Farr | Wes Rykker

 

"Plans? All you need is luck, darling." Itash mentioned, while watching the dual patrol move away from the encampment and into the woods. "Which is to say... all you need is me."

 

The dazzling bite of teeth shone bright as the Tapani nobleman detached himself from the vegetation and them. Instead opting to move on forward and disappear amidst the trees, but that didn't really hold for a very long time because the following happened. Suddenly Itash stepped out into the clearing right when the two Thyrsians entered it themselves. They immediately went to their knee, barrels raised and looking down with squinting optics at the errant soul in their woods.

 

"Who the feth are y-"

 

"I am your friend." Tash interrupted the stream of conscious with a simple statement that bore down upon them with the insistence of a train wreck on course for ramming. There wasn't anything worth discussing, the statement said. It was a steadfast argument that had no intent on budging on the matter. They were friends and that was the end of the discussion.

 

"You are..."

 

"...my friend?"

 

Now that was more like it.

 

Itash nodded with a smirk and accepted the outcome as it was his due. "Quite. You two want to do your friend a favor, yes?" That took them a little while to process. After all, friends did each other favors all the time, did they not? If this man was their friend (of course he was their friend, Diksha could remember hitting the town with... this man) then it made only sense to do him a couple of little favors here or there. What else was there really to do here?

 

"...yes?"

 

"yes?"

 

"Yes!"

 

Once more he smiled, before indicating for his other friends to get out of hiding. "These are my friends, which make them your friends as well."


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Mara Kellarov

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Location: Naehsa | Somewhere Dark & Damp

Objective: Get Out of This Situation

Ashana

 

Frankly, Mara had been expecting a blow to the head in order to knock her out. She was pleasantly surprised that the towering lizard opted for a stun device to render her unconscious. At least they had the courtesy of not giving her a headache.

 

It still didn't put the agent in any good standing, and she was hardly surprised by her new surroundings when she woke up.

 

Well, doesn't this look familiar...

 

They always looked the same. Damp, poor lighting, sometimes it sways back and forth for 'added effect'. Part of her wanted to make a quip about being cliche, but she thought better of it. Wasn't really the time for joking, not if she wanted to get out of here any time soon.

 

"I wouldn't say I was sticking my nose in things. I was just simply looking for you, that's all." Her eyes followed his as he walked around a bit, obviously not particularly happy with the answer.

 

"Look I'm here because my employers need able bodies for an operation, and word has it that you have connections to some potentially mutual friends."


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Evoros

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Evoros barely contained a sigh.

 

Well, at least they were getting somewhere now.

 

After a good decade or so of espionage work since she'd finished training, Evoros had a layer of steadiness about her almost as a way of being - difficult to surprise, difficult to disorient, difficult to upset past faint annoyance. But surprise did show up (in her mind, at least; she made a point of never wearing genuine emotion on her sleeve) when Itash went right up to the Thyrsians and tricked them out of their hostility. The method wasn't new to her - it was a staple of hers, not that she would ever be so obvious about showcasing it - but that he could execute it so easily earned more than a flicker of her bemusement.

 

But she made a point of never wearing genuine emotion on her sleeve. Not her style. So she lifted an eyebrow that could've been bemused or appraising or critical or all three, and said nothing as she moved into sight. 

 

"Alright, friends." Unruffled, Evoros motioned at the Thyrsians. More specifically, their weapons. "Think we'll be needing more firepower?"

 

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Janeth Farr

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"You two take care of that... Uh, by take care I mean being friendly." Janeth said. Unsure if she had to somehow keep up the illusion as well.

 

The Mandalorian walked past the scouts and brought out her macrobinoculars yet again. This time from the ridge she was able to get a clearer view of the base, whilst Evoros and Itash undoubtedly snuck out plenty of details from the patrol. Inside the encampment she noted at least thirteen guards standing still at various points, with another seven patrolling the perimeter and five the interior.

 

She noticed that there was an entrance moving into the ruin, and that it went underground by the looks of it. 

 

Two guards--heavily armed--stood at the blast door. If she had to guess where they kept anything of value, that's where it would be. Her attention was immediately drawn elsewhere, though. A robed individual. Neither Thyrsian nor Echani by the looks of it. Some type of humanoid, and they carried a lightsaber hilt on their waist belt.

 

She suspected any information she discovered was already being confirmed by the patrol, but having two sources would ensure that Itash wasn't somehow being played.

 

She walked back over to where Itash and Evoros were with the patrol, putting her macrobinoculars back away. "There's at least twenty-eight people down there. Fifteen of them are stationary, and twelve are mobile. I also believe there's a Dark Jedi among them."

 

Evoros | Itash Mecetti | Wes Rykker


Edited by Janeth Farr, 18 October 2017 - 02:41 PM.

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Faceless

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Eshan
Objective: Infiltrate the Sundown Outpost
 
 
 
So far, so good.
 
Faceless had gone back down to ground level and, with his observations of the guard rotations, managed to slip in through a shady blind spot that left a lot of possible 'shoot first, ask questions later' situations off the list of possibilities, and his face remaining in one piece as a result. Guards were running about, training and generally remaining on standby beyond the obvious sentry duty at the entrances of the base. The assassin overheard some dialogue here and there, just idle chatter between one terrorist to another, though he wasn't entirely able to stop and take tabs on the whole thing with such frequent movement of the outpost personnel. Faceless stuck to the shadows and kept a low profile, utilizing various methods of concealment until he found what he was looking for. A narrow miss here, a long-winded standing about sentry there until...
 
Bingo.
 
With 'Armory' written in Aurebesh, the Assassin had finally found what he was looking for; if there was a spare uniform and weapon to be found, it'd be found in here. Sneaking in through the door after making double sure that the coast was clear, he stuck to the back wall and took a glance around the room; numerous lockers which no doubt contained spare uniforms and equipment to really help blend himself in. What perhaps Faceless wasn't expecting, however, was the single officer-looking fellow sitting within the locker room, going about a routine check of each locker to make sure that every single one was to some form of standard. For a terrorist cell, the Sundown really seemed like an organized bunch that held themselves to a high standard, perhaps it was because of the world that they were operating on that they managed to gather so much equipment and regimental attitude to their operations. Slowly but shortly, an idea formed within Faceless' head.
 
Listening to how the officer was muttering to himself and a very quick glance to his datapad from where he was standing, it looked as if that the guy was pretty high up in the hierarchy with how much access he had. Originally, Faceless was down to simply go about as nothing more than a simple grunt. However, this changed things significantly, he now had a free access-all-areas to a majority of the outpost. All he needed was to know who the guy was, how he acted and, more importantly, how he spoke. Fortunately, he had that last part down, the rest could simply be done by improvisation, playing it off by the others around him. Were there any cameras observing the armory? No, it didn't look like it, meaning Faceless had the perfect opportunity to take the guy down, stash him away and take his identity.
 
And that's exactly what he did. Sneaking up behind the guy, taking him into a choke hold and holding it until the terrorist passed out into his arms, he now had the chance to figure out the information he needed. Turns out the guy's name was Herin and with a quick look of his facial features, Faceless began to shift from the Echani he had been mimicking on his way here and took on the look of the poor bloke down on the floor out cold. The next ten minutes were spent getting changed into his clothes, stashing away his own gear and taking on the whole new identity before stuffing the body away in a locker, his own locker ironically enough, it wasn't like anyone was going to go searching in there. It was almost too easy but that's exactly what the assassin like, it was easy. Infiltrating, taking on new identities was something he needed to do almost every day, lest he fell into the pit of being truly faceless, meaning he was ultimately very competent with doing so. With it being his race's key skill, it only made it even more of a natural click-of-the-fingers talent.
 
Everything straightened out, adopting the face, gear and occupation of Herin, he stepped back out into the outpost, acting as if he had finished the inspection. Through the earpiece that he had rigged up to his ear, the transmission came through; 
 
"Herin, come to the command post. It's time."
 
Oh kark.
 
Clearing his throat, adopting the voice of Herin, Faceless replied; "Got it, boss, be there as quick as I can."
 
He had an entire walk to transmit the data on the officer's datapad to Janeth, base schematics, files and the lot. It perhaps wasn't the full picture but it'd at least be a start.
 
Time to go talk to terrorists.
 

Edited by Faceless, 18 October 2017 - 06:24 PM.

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