This is meant to launch a thread for those still active of the former SCAR squadron. The events that happen here and after are not meant to 'shoe horn' anyone who wishes to take their character in another direction. Feel free to reflect anything here in your character, or not at all. 
Location: Aboard the Ave Imperator in orbit over Ansion
Date: Late 876 ABY
HUNTED
The report transmitting across secured channels throughout the Empire detailed a series of events no one had thought possible - particularly Grand Moff Korvan himself. The planetary garrison had been mobilized, with emergency vehicles clogging the approach to the city’s financial district. Bodies were being hauled out of several buildings on stretchers, and entire sections of the ecumenopolis were being closed off with curfews being put in force immediately. Ignacious’ eyebrow arched as he read over a particular line of the classified report.
‘Unidentified assailants engaging against one another, clearly highly trained. Unusual number of female operatives sighted.’
The Grand Moff cycled through the dossier, pulling up holo-footage of the exchange in the streets of the financial district. Dozens of unidentified assailants rushed into the IMP-500 building, and loosed heavy fire upon roughly half a dozen others who appeared pinned by a downed supply speeder that had barrelled through a security checkpoint.
One of them... lifted the speeder like an average person would a storage crate. ‘That doesn’t just happen.’ he mused.
He swiped on his datapad and pulled up an intelligence communique sent to him via some of his sources in the ISB. His eyes sifted through the lines of data until they met the strand his memory had moments prior vaguely recalled.
‘SCAR Squadron - [REDACTED] | Deployment - Veroleem, conducting clandestine strike against Chiss Insurgency Blacksite | Last known contact - [REDACTED] ’
‘Redacted...?’
In the highly stratified environment of The Empire, it was not uncommon for a sizeable portion of information available to those within the Central Government to be considered too sensitive for widespread review. But not for him. Grand Moffs possessed some of the highest security clearances in the Empire, second only to the Triumvirate and the office of the Emperor himself. Something was going on, and Korvan’s senses tingled at the implications of what he read.
He swiped over at the personnel files of each member of SCAR squadron;
- SQUAD MEMBERS
- Hal Vaiken | Commander, Squad Commander | [REDACTED]
- Lily Stevens | Master Sergeant, Executive Officer, Sniper | [REDACTED]
- Margo Liaeris | Master Sergeant, Second Officer, Stealth & Infiltration, Demolitions | [REDACTED]
- Katja Javik | Sergeant, Field Medic | [REDACTED]
- Kav Canthar | Sergeant, Demolitions, Heavy Support | [REDACTED]
- Leto Karazyn | Sergeant, Close Combat Specialist | [REDACTED]
- KNOWN ASSOCIATES
- “Sylus” | [REDACTED] | [REDACTED]
- Kriegan Tavlar | Lieutenant - 501st Legion | Active
- Castor “E-196” | Master Flight Sergeant, Naval Special Forces Operative | Active
“Fernan.”
A human male wearing the drab-green uniform indicative of typical Central Government personnel came forth, bearing the rank placard of an Adjutant on his breast. “Yes, my lord?”
Ignacious’ gaze returned to the holo feed on his pad. The few times he had reviewed SCAR’s after action reports, he recalled mention of the notable strength one member in particular of the squad had exhibited... Sergeant Kav Canthar, who went by the callsign... Rancor.
The way the unidentified assailant literally manhandled the speeder, the cohesion of which the squad moved... Korvan was no expert regarding special forces tactics, but they appeared eerily similar to the training and discipline exhibited by his own personal bodyguard squad. As if they were...
Imperial.
It was then that he noticed a detail that had passed too quickly during his initial pass through the footage. He paused, and rewound the feed. He zoomed in, which did little to improve the quality of the already somewhat grainy footage. His eyes appraised the image of a blond haired, hazel eyed woman. Under normal circumstances, such a view wouldn’t raise any suspicions or have been anything of note.
But when he saw her masked form, the image of a similar woman hovering over him, administering first aid after the attempt on his life during the award ceremony on Bastion several months ago came to mind. It was as if her face were... imprinted on his psyche. If memory served... she was a member of...
SCAR Squadron.
He glanced back at the file for one of the members in particular.
‘Katja Javik.’
“Sir...?” The Adjutant questioned curiously. Ignacious had been so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn’t recall the first time his aid said anything.
With a sharp turn, Ignacious craned his head to acknowledge the younger man. “Open a comm channel to my son, immediately. Tell him it’s urgent.”
Without another word, the aid bowed his head and left to do as was ordered. As he did so, Korvan thought about what he would say. It had been some time since he had last spoken to his son, who had chosen the life of a prodigal in favor of burying himself in his chosen fate as an inquisitor, of all things.
But time was of the essence, and he had to act fast. His son was the only one he was aware of who visited Bastion with semi-regularity.
And there was someone he needed brought to him.
Those eyes... I’d remember them anywhere, Ms. Javik.’
