A Series of Unfortunate Events - Mining of Belkadan

[Marth]

Marth watches as the guards were murdered and flung inside the ship. He spoke quietly once again down the channel, "I'm the guard just by the door. It'd be nice if y' didn't kill me.. I'm here to escort you to the Command Room, not that you seem to need it." He held up a hand, indicating he was the speaker, taking a step forward. He took a step foward as they approached, removing the helmet and flinging it to the side to reveal a sweaty Umbaran head, "Ugh.. Those things annoy me.." He paused, wiping the back of his hand across his head before looking up to the group, "Right this way," He said, gesturing to the door.

 

[Kitsune]

@Marth

Amanojaku simply nodded and his four men followed Marth to the command room. "Understood."

He continued his onslaught behind Marth, killing any witnesses and planning on erasing the system's computer systems before departing. It was a necessity, but first, reaching the actual command room was of important.

He paused for a moment to inspect Marth as they walked; he seemed to be genuine in his claims, although nervous. Amanojaku looked down to his body and inspected his blood-stained clothes. He roughly wiped it off and threw the excess blood to the ground. Satisfied, he continued until he saw Mikkel.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel was standing in the middle of the command room, making sure that the ships outside didn't ask any more questions. Having put on his cortosis-weave Agent armor and now wielding his personal slugthrower rifle, there was no mistaking who or what he was. Looking over to Amanojaku, Mikkel holstered his rifle and drew his orange lightsaber.

"We got your message. Who are you, and why did we have to blow our cover to save your sorry asses?" Mikkel asked sternly. He wanted to maintain a sense of superiority for his own sake and for the sake of the Bleeding Sun.

 

[Kitsune]

Amanojaku looked at the agent and glared. He wiped the blood off his face and spit onto the ground, before going to the computer terminals of the command center. Accessing the datafiles on the internal server of the station, he immediately looked at the station's manifests in search for Bishop's so-called wealth. There was, indeed, a sizable cache of resources on board. His four men could easily transport it to the ship, but the matter at hand was of concern.

"This is more important." He finally answered as soon as he located the cache. Transferring the data from the station into his datapad, he immediately began wiping the computer servers of all information, beginning with sensor information and any stored security information on board. He needed to erase the Inari Shogunate's presence on board. As for his peers in Primeval....that was not his concern.

Unclipping his Janjanubi-class Slugthrower Pistols from his belt, he threw one at Mikkel and the other at Marth. "You'll need those. There seems to be a Jedi on board."

He nodded at his men, who began planting sapper charges within the command room, and as soon as they were finished, they left without stating anything more and headed toward the cargo caches.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Catching the pistol, Mikkel wielded the pistol with his right hand, keeping his lightsaber in his left. Following the men, Mikkel spoke to Amanojaku: "You still have yet to answer my question. Who are you, and what are we retrieving? I know you're working for the Primeval, but that covers a large sc-" Mikkel was interrupted by the door in front of them opening, revealing six armed guards and a Jedi.

Mikkel was taken aback; it was the first time he'd met a jedi as an adversary before. Quickly recomposing himself, Mikkel asked Amanojaku one more question: "How powerful is he?" before lifting his new pistol and firing on the Jedi.

 

[Kitsune]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

"It doesn't matter." He replied simply, before agily avoiding the attempts of the guards detaining him and advancing forward. He left Mikkel and Marth to deal with the issue at hand; not particularly interested in entertaining them further, he continued to the cargo bay area.

...

The Jedi immediately attempted to block the projectile with his lightsaber: unfortunately, the projectile round exploded before his saber could intercept the round and splintered into thousands of microflechettes. The microflechettes tore through the Jedi's skin and flesh, leaving a finely grated pile of flesh, skin, and bones. The guards behind the Jedi were appalled, and furiously charged toward Mikkel in retaliation.

Within the ship, you could hear the response of the Jedi's Master reverberate through the Force. Even for the non-force sensitive, it was a corporeal sensation of sorrow and grief.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel was surprised for a moment, seeing how quickly a Jedi was slaughtered with this pistol. Firing at the guards charging him, Mikkel sentenced them to the same fate.

Watching Amanojaku and his men continue on, Mikkel cursed, holstered his pistol, drew his K29 MSR and fired a .338 slug at the leg of the so-called ally. Drawing his pistol and lightsaber again, Mikkel ran up on the wounded human. Putting the pistol to the man's head as his men put their weapons to his, Mikkel spoke: "You don't leave me with your baggage and run away to fulfill your goals without explaining yourself. You do not jeopardize a mission of the Bleeding Sun without at the very least identifying yourself. For all I know, you could be a pirate who took advantage of some information you picked up along the way. Now I will ask you one more time, Who are you and why are you here!"

[member="Kitsune"]

 

[Kitsune]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

As Amanojaku bolts forward, he feels a sharp pain in his leg. Almost immediately he turns around and throws his Force Pike directly at Mikkel, grazing his cloak. He grunts as he falls to the ground, and his men immediately turn around and aim their sights on Mikkel. If he was not a member of Primeval, he would have been killed at this very moment.

"Do you have such little faith in the very systems you rely upon? How the frakking hell do you think one gets access to one of the most secretive and covert communication channels in the galaxy? Also, if you wanted to speak to me, there are far lesser barbaric ways to do so."

He immediately took out his field medical kit and tended to his leg. Luckily, the bullet went right through his flesh and did not penetrate any bone mass, and therefore would be easily healed on board the station.

"Time is of the essence, I don't have the frivolity of wasting it explaining my mission to a low ranked agent in Primeval. I am Amanojaku, one of the personal hands of Kitsune."

Amanojaku took out a syringe filled with bacta and injected it directly in the wound, slowly filling it with bacta and covering the wound with some bandages. He carefully removed the syringe and inspect the blood on the needle, in case the bullet had been poisoned. Amanojaku waited for a few moments before standing up once again, flinching as soon as his weight was on applied to his injured leg.

"Why I'm here? I'm here to recover assets for Primeval. And you? You haven't even bothered identifying yourself."

 

[Mikkel Markov]

"There, was that so hard? My name is Mikkel Markov, Delta Agent of the Bleeding Sun. My subordinate is Marth, an Echo. Don't worry, that bullet wasn't poisoned. Just a wake-up call," Mikkel said with a bit of a chuckle. "And in reference to you calling my methods barbaric, I tried asking multiple times. You just upped and walked away."

Lowering his pistol, Mikkel stepped back and let Amanojaku stand up. He'll be able to walk fine as long as he doesn't carry anything too heavy. The man had it coming, he was ordering without declaring rank or purposeHe's lucky Mikkel didn't aim to damage anything more permanent. "Come on, let's continue the mission then. And thank you for your cooperation. We'll talk more about this on the ship."

[member="Kitsune"]

 

[Kitsune]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

"You asked twice. Not multiple. In return, you can find your own way out of this mess."

He immediately charges forward, keeping an eye on Mikkel and takes a sharp right turn to avoid any more cowardice shots. He took extra measures to keep Mikkel off his trail, specifically taking complex routes within the station to avoid his tracking. As he passed through the hallway, he turned around and slammed the blast doors, continuing to shut the blast doors as he passed each one.

Entering the storage room, he spotted four cargo containers. Opening the first one, he saw a cache of rare ores necessary for large turbolasers: Agrocite. The other three cargo containers held crystalline vertex, and content with the find, he immediately headed towards his ship.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel cursed loudly as Amanojaku ran off. Mikkel spoke over the comms channel the ship used as he ran to the hangar. "If you want to get out of here alive, my subordinate and I will be allowed onto that ship. If not, We will alert the ships outside and have you destroyed."

In the hangar, Mikkel got into one of the empty transports and powered it up, prepared to open a channel with the ships outside, and watched the radar to keep an eye on Bishop's ship as he awaited a response. Mikkel did not like for it to be this way, but he will act how he must.

[member="Kitsune"]

 

[Kitsune]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

At that moment, the command room exploded from Amanojaku's planted demolitions, and Amanojaku and his men quickly boarded his ship via the docking port from the lower levels of the station. They immediately began traveling away from the station, and requested the nearby Tartan-class Patrol Cruisers for assistance in moving a V.V.I.P, Mr. Bishop Cross himself, and that rogue agents had infiltrated the station and planned his assassination.

Providing the necessary authorization and signature from Mr. Bishop Cross, the Tartan Patrol Cruisers obliged with their escorts.

As soon as Amanojaku received the transmission from Mikkel, he smugly smiled. In the voice of a telemarketer, he responded sardonically, "We are currently not accepting any more passengers. Please check your scheduled flights for additional times. Please, and thank you. Have a nice day."

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel sighed when he heard the message, and hailed the cruisers outside, using his most convincing tone. "Mayday, this is lieutenant Markov reporting to all patrol vessels, the ship currently leaving the docking port is overrun with pirates who we believe to have captured Mr. Cross. Station Command has been wiped out by these ruthless mercenaries, do not let them out of the sector."

As soon as the message was sent, Mikkel lifted off and left the station, navigating carefully out of the sector. If Mikkel ever met that man again, he would definitely kill on the spot.

 

[Marth]

Marth would have been remaining quiet the whole time, simpy nodding when each side made communication. He would have caught the pistol provided, pointing it low and drawing his lightsabre in the opposite hand. Marth simply watched as the Jedi and guards were so quickly killed, his eyes widening in horror. He looked to the arms dealer, wondering how powerful he really was. He remained quiet as Mikkel proceeded to shoot the man, letting out a sigh as his guards turned, raising their guns. He shook his head lightly, following Mikkel as they boarded the ship and left the station. One of his first missions, and it had turned out like this...

 

[Kitsune]

Amanojaku took a deep breath and sighed. Immediately departing, he called in one of the regional fleets of the Inari Shogunate, summoning a fleet of six Munificient-class Frigates almost instantaneously from hyperspace.

Before giving them the order to begin the assault, he paused for a moment before sighing once more and giving the order for the Frigates to utterly destroy the opposing Tartan-class Patrol Cruisers. Within moments, the long-range turbolasers utterly destroyed the ships and the station. The ship of Amanojaku immediately departed and escaped into the void...

In the aftermath, Kitsune began her efforts in mining Belkadan, before moving most of her operations to Dubrillion.