Populate Anarchy | EE Populate of Bormter

[Uriel Segboldt]

The ship shook again as this time a rocket found its mark. He could barely overhear someone in the back yell as a relay to the pilots station to brace. And that was a scant few seconds before the ship slammed into the ground, nearly causing Damian to fall over. The doors would open and Damian, alongside 27 other Ultranauts, would immediately rush forward. To stay in the kill box was to die.

Location: Crashed dropship, just outside the combat zone.
Equipment: Adamant Class Dropship (inoperable), blaster pistol, comlink
Objective: Capture the anarchists responsible for bombing the capital.
Assignment: Dropship Pilot (crash landed)

Even in his hazy dream state, everything hurt. When Uriel came to his senses, it all hurt worse. He remembered the rocket's impact, suddenly losing all control of his craft, the call to brace, and then... he must have hit his head. There was nothing after that.

Wincing, he reached out to the control boards in front of him and over his head, performing a flight check by near muscle memory. All systems entirely unresponsive. Not surprising. His vision was returning now, as was the appropriate sense of urgency. He'd been downed in a live combat zone while ferrying an infantry team. While in the academy, every pilot report he'd read that began this way had been very short, and ended with the letters KIA. He couldn't afford to stay still. Were his ears still ringing, or were those... sirens?

Uriel uncoupled his safety harness and stood on shaky legs from the pilot's chair. The dropship was empty, and the bay doors were open. Kuben Woods 's troopers appeared to have deployed successfully. The young pilot threatened a smile as he stumbled out of the dropship. At least something had gone right today. Of course, the platoon had left him behind, but that was honestly no surprise. Ultranauts never abandoned their own, but if you weren't their own, they made no promises.

The street outside was like something from a horrid dream. A once-beautiful neighborhood of the greatest city in the galaxy, reduced to a battlefield. Rubble and broken glass littered streets that were famous for their cleanliness. To his right, residential housing. To his left, a commercial block. All silent, save for a haunting far-off wail. Lights dark. Dead.

Ignoring the pang of his patriotic heart, Uriel lifted his comlink. <<"Chariot 1 to Mission Control, craft was downed on approach. Platoon is away, no casualties at the site. Requesting evac.">> Pausing for a beat, he surveyed his surroundings to ensure he was alone. Blaster fire and slugthrowers cracked in the distance, but the fighting seemed to be largely indoors. Still no response from Control, so Uriel hailed for his passengers. <<"Chariot 1 to away team, does anyone copy? I'm at the crash site. Lieutenant Frost? Anyone?">>

As the silence lengthened, Uriel weighed his options. It was possible his comlink wasn't broken. Ultranaut comms officers were famous for shirking the 'comms officer' part of their job in favor of doing the 'Ultranaut' part of their job. The team could be in combat, or they might be straight up ignoring him. The silence from Control was more worrisome. Regardless, it seemed as if Uriel was on his own.

Or maybe not. Hearing approaching voices, Uriel ducked back into his wrecked ship. If it hadn't blown up while he'd been unconscious, then fuel probably wasn't leaking. Drawing his weapon, he attached a modular stock and extended the underbarrel grip, turning his large pistol into a small blaster rifle. Who it was in the street outside, he wasn't sure. But he was determined his mission report would not end like the ones he'd read in the academy.

 

[Anashja Tal]

Location: Descending from orbit
Equipment: Beskar'gam, lightsabers, healing supplies, 3 thermal detonators, Ef-m401e Rampage
Ship: The Tal'din
Tag: Sikkol Cull​

From its position on the ridge the Tal'din was now ferrying the worst of the wounded into its medical bays, most of the crew had no idea who or what these people represented. Anashja dearly hoped that she would not be forced to hand over injured rebels to Imperial custody, but of it came to that, she was ready to make that sacrifice for the good of the clan.

As Sikkol Cull entered the bridge and greeted her she nodded and smiled behind her helmet. "We are a hospital vessel responding to a distress signal as per maritime law" she replied in Mando'a a very fact of the matter way. She knew who these people were and she knew Cull was in on it but she would continue this charade of not knowing until she needed to.

"My vod are bringing electrical supplies to allow them to fix their own transmitters and have their people retrieve the damaged ship after we have extracted their wounded." She casually ejected the empty canisters and refilled her arm mounted bacta Injector as she spoke to Cull.

The rebel officers looked on, slightly confused by the two mandalorians speaking in their own language about who knows what. Anashja turned to them, "apologies, we were just discussing which of our vessels would take the more injured of your crew first." The Hellljumper was more agile and capable of landing closer, but the Tal'din had a large and well equipped medical centre aboard.

A call came through to Anashja from her crew and she turned away and spoke quietly in Mando'a to the person on the other end "that is not our concern, leave it where it is and do not log it, we only interested in their wounded."

She beckoned Cull over and spoke to her again "we may have a problem, my vod just found several tons of imperial hardware spilled out the side of the hangar, and some of it is pretty illegal stuff, looks recently stolen, so the imperials are likely on their tails"

​

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Arcenon - Kalidan-Lysenia
Dialogue Legend: <"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tags: Kuben Woods Elaena Kessia Miran QEMD-15 Echo Theezo Pierbinn

The sniper bounded into position with the grace of an acrobat, the massive rifle seeming to present little impediment to her as she landed on the roof of the building, before looking down the weapon’s powerful optic. While the Ultranauts stormed through a hole blown in the front, the Chameleon was moving to the rear, intent upon cutting off their escape.

Ivixa decided to move in from the top.

Placing her rifle on her back, the Asa’nyx fired her liquid-cable launcher to the building across from her location, letting the hook magnetize with the surface before it pulled her over and across the street, onto the roof of the compound. Her sensors immediately picked up multiple lifeform signatures concentrated inside, most, if not all of which were armed. Taking the targets alive wouldn’t be easy by any means, but perhaps surrounding them, with a platoon of Ultranauts on one side, Force-wielding assassin on the other, and a hyper-lethal sniper from above, might convince them to surrender.

But only after a devastating show of force.

The cloaking device rendered her form invisible to the eye as she stalked down the stairs leading down to the top floor. Ivixa made her move on the first pair of armed Rebels that she saw, after confirming that they were not the masterminds behind the attacks, but rather, foot soldiers. Galvanic energy lanced forth from the static blaster on her left gauntlet, the electricity surging through one soldier and leaping to the next, setting both of the soldiers alight as they collapsed onto the ground, bodies twitching in the throes of electrocution. Two more soldiers rounded the corner upon hearing the commotion. However, the Asa’nyx made herself invisible once more, before suddenly uncloaking behind them, her vibroblade thrumming as it cut through the skull of the closest soldier, before striking down the next with a brutal slash that separated the upper half from the lower, leaving the man screaming until his life’s essence was drained out onto the cold floor.

<"Let’s finish this, Chameleon.">

Spoiler: Listed Suspects and Masterminds

1. Canna Avun - Female Human - Coordinated Bombings on Military Academy
2. Ellona Serinas - Female Human - Coordinated Bombings on Military Academy
3. Mossol Wil Versio - Male Snivvian - Coordinated Bombings on Hospitals
4. Fillorean'morv Fey Te Tre - Male Bothan - Coordinated Bombings on Orphanage
5. Natasi Sing - Female Kiffar - Coordinated Bombings on Schools
6. Pelvin Ar Enkhet - Male Human - Coordinated Bombings on Schools
7. Red-Haired Trader - Male Morellian - Suspected of Selling Material to Shadow Flame Rebels

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa's Phase I "Glitter Ghost" Stealth Armor
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Left Gauntlet
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Gauntlet
    • LPD-49 Astrapi Miniaturized Static Blaster
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Ivixa's Modified Hekler'Kok AMR-01
  • 10 Round Magazine
  • Ammunition
    • Hekler’Kok Polymer Cartridge Ammunition-Standard
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade

 

[Kuben Woods]

Location: Assaulting through
Equipment: Jackal ACR, Sk-RS Mk. IV, two fragmentation grenades, three flash bangs, lightsaber (concealed)
Objective: Hunt them down
Mission: Finish clearing the building
Tags: Elaena Kessia Miran , Ivixa Nera'kas , Theezo Pierbinn, Uriel Segboldt

Damian could hear the comms chatter as the rest of the Ultras surrounded the building, and then heard the calls from inside as there apparently was a captive party. There was no more time to waste. He signaled across the hallway with a fist slamming into his open palm. The Ultra across from him simply nodded, picking up two of his flash bangs and pulling the pins on them simultaneously. They would clatter to each side of the room, a scant three seconds passing since the pull of their safety pins before bright flashes of light followed by a massive concussive bangs. The poor rebels in the room would stagger backwards as they would be disoriented, one managing to keep his rifle up and fire blindly. The three Ultras would immediately flow into the room, dispatching the combatants with either low kicks or smacking them with their rifles and cuffing them before turning to the source of the noise. As they came around the corner, Damian would be the first to draw a bead on the man who was shouting commands to his underlings. When he saw Damian a terrified look would cross his face as he reached for a blaster, only to have his hand shot by the Ultra. Damian's voice would be a roar of a command.

"HANDS! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! GET DOWN NOW!"

<<"Chariot 1 to away team, does anyone copy? I'm at the crash site. Lieutenant Frost? Anyone?">>

Damian would have a small puzzled look cross his face for a moment as the confused pilot came over comms. Before he could answer however, a direct communication from the actual lieutenant in the platoon would broadcast back to the pilot over the net.

"Chariot 1, Spartan Actual, hold tight at the LZ, I'll be sending a team to RV with you shortly. Medic will also be en-route to make sure your vitals are good for extraction,"

Damian would incentivize the man to the ground with a shove, smashing his face into the ground. As he got the binders out to cuff him, he got his own communications from the LT.

"Spartan 3B (Bravo), Spartan Actual, report,"

"Actual, 3B (Bravo), entry made into building, got three enemy KIA, three more surrendered, blaster rifles and shotguns, I think we found one of our HVTs in the building,"

"Don't think 3B, verify,"

Damian would roll the man over and call over another Ultra with a wave as he pulled out a small datapad with a scanner attached to it. He would speak shortly as he asked the man for ID.

"Name?"

The scanner however would verify that for him, the reason he was asking to make sure the man was lucid enough to not be a liability. In other words not needing a babysitter. Damian and the other two Ultranauts would pull security while waiting for another squad to push forward. They had the building surrounded, they wouldn't be going anywhere.

 

[Elaena Kessia Miran]

Kessia Miran / Agent Chameleon
The Empress' Shadow; Knight Warden of the Wardens of the Shroud, Agent of Blackwatch, sithspawn, L’lerim’s right hand​

Objective: Hunt them Down
Location: Arcenon, Kalidan
Equipment: Væringi MK. I Assassin Armour and Cloak | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | 2x Westar 34 blaster pistol | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x Red blade lightsaber shoto | Stealth field generator | Holographic disguise matrix | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag: Kuben Woods | QEMD-15 Echo | Ivixa Nera'kas | Theezo Pierbinn | Uriel Segboldt | Open

[ The Unforgiven ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Kessia arrived at the back entrance and, as a motion sensor, did not show any hostile movement either; so she entered the building. The back entrance led to an inner courtyard that was empty. According to MANIAC, no one was nearby, so she stepped inside. Of course, she is still disguised, as what happens if the enemy does the same and the sensors are unable to detect them. Safety first; that is why she did so. She then hurried along this small square, into the further corridors.

Based on the map projected on her retina, she saw how their own people were moving on the other side of the building. Or just where the enemy and possible hostages are. She also saw a sign of life nearby, motionless but strong. Kessia would have just started in that direction when she received Ivixa's message. She was already about to respond to the other agent when she heard the shout. She sighed.

<< It seems, there are also hostages in this area of the building. I'll check! >> she replied, of course, in High Nelvaanian.

Kessia went carefully and silently in the direction of the shouting person. Based on the sounds, it all happened in a common language and not in the locals. She did not rule out the possibility that one of the terrorist leaders, although in principle they also lived in the territory of the Eternal Empire. Once she entered the room, she turned off her cloaking device, as with it it would be a little interesting to free anyone from captivity. Once inside, Chameleon walked over to the closet and opened the door. She saw the man inside, lifting the pistols on the man for safety.

<"Who are you? Identify yourself!"> addressed the man.

She immediately compared the man's appearance to the files Ivixa had sent her; she was not one of the leaders. And although he had red hair, according to reports, a tall red person should be sought, but the figure sitting in the closet was a relatively very short person. The agent still had doubts, so she still kept him in the crosshairs. Kessia has always been distrustful, and the current situation has not helped this situation either.

 

[Uriel Segboldt]

Location: Crashed dropship, just outside the combat zone.
Equipment: Adamant Class Dropship (inoperable), blaster pistol, comlink
Objective: Capture the anarchists responsible for bombing the capital.
Assignment: Dropship Pilot (crash landed)

"Chariot 1, Spartan Actual, hold tight at the LZ, I'll be sending a team to RV with you shortly. Medic will also be en-route to make sure your vitals are good for extraction."

The voice of the Lieutenant over the comlink was deafening to Uriel's ears, and he hastily lowered the volume the moment the first word scared him witless. Crouched in his crashed dropship's cockpit, he hesitantly peered out his front viewport at the insurgent group gathered outside. There were four of them, all armed and concerned with a device they'd deployed in the street outside. Despite how loud his comm had seemed to him, none of the terrorists appeared to have heard the Lieutenant.

Breathing heavy, Uriel gave a sigh of relief as he pried the face panel off the pilot's console. He plugged a line from his datapad into the inoperable hardware, and gave the ship's navcomputer a jump from the pad's power cell. Nothing. The equipment remained dormant. Come on, work.... he closed his eyes and punched in the command a second time. Yes! A diagnostic flooded the datapad's display; a sea of red warning signs, but Uriel hastily dismissed them, accessing the ship's transceiver and initializing a local burst scan.

Seconds later, the resulting data flashing onscreen confirmed his suspicion. They weren't calling for help, they'd already done that. The beacon was to make themselves easier to find. Pulling out his comlink, Uriel hoped the Ultranaut Lieutenant and his team could hear the low murmur of his transmission.

"Spartan Actual? Chariot 1. The enemy has deployed a locator beacon in the street outside the LZ; given they've ventured into the open, their pickup is likely in the area already. We're black on time. Engaging."

Shutting off his comm, Uriel turned to seize the one additional piece of weaponry he'd managed to find in the crashed ship; a thermal detonator marked with a blue and green circle. A dud. It might've been inoperable, but the insurgents didn't know that.

Crouching at the dropship's open bay door, Uriel watched the insurgent group from his hiding place. He'd need to work fast. No slip-ups. And he really couldn't afford to miss this throw. Grunting determinedly, the young man chucked the dud thermal up through the air in a high arc. It hung suspended for a moment, before dropping back down to bounce off the traitors' beacon and roll at their feet. Perfect.

"What the kriff-""Grenade!" "Get back, back now!"

Two dove to the dirt immediately, the other two just started running. That'd never do. Standing from cover, Uriel began to walk towards the group as calmly as he could. Couching his blaster in the crook of his shoulder, he leveled the weapon at one of the runners... Breathe. who'd seen him... It's just the range. who was drawing his weapon... Easy.

Squeezing the trigger once, twice, the harsh SHRAP of the stun setting punctuated the blue circles of light striking the man in the chest. He crumpled to the pavement as Uriel walked on to a woman who'd dived away from the beacon. Lying on the ground, she looked up at the young warrant officer, fumbling with her weapon as he let her have two stun shots full in the face from 3 feet away. That was 2 taken care of.

And 2 pissed off. They'd turned their blasters on him, but Uriel was already running, sliding down into the trench of shattered stone and earth that his earlier crash landing had dug in its inglorious landing skid. He could feel the heat of the blasterbolts flying over his head as he twisted to lie on his stomach. Seems they'd picked up on the fact that the thermal wasn't going off anytime soon.

Uriel switched his weapon off of stun. The mission parameters stipulated the terrorists be brought in, but stunbolts wouldn't disable that locator beacon. Peering above the trench for an instant, Uriel narrowly avoided a tibanna burn between his scarlet Chiss eyes. Whoops. He tried again, this time raising just his blaster to lay down some blind fire first. Propping his head over the trench, he glared down his iron sights at the enemy beacon. Squeezing again and again, each bolt just missing the small machine. Crouched near their beacon, the enemy was firing back, every bolt that sped towards him could be the one that ended his life. C'mon, c'mon, just hit the-!

His next shot glanced into the thermal still sitting on the ground.

A fireball engulfed the street in less than a second. Even in his little trench, the wave of heat that hit Uriel's eyes made him flinch. Blinking, he looked around the street. The beacon, the terrorists.... gone.

Still a little dazed, Uriel lifted his comlink. "Spartan Actual? Chariot 1. Beacon neutralized. Enemy neutralized; 2 stunned, 2 down. LZ is clear." Then he clicked over to his command frequency. "Chariot 1 to Mission Control. As a note, Ultranauts have an interesting idea of what constitutes an 'inoperative' grenade."

 

[Theezo Pierbinn]

​

Personal Ship: The Anarchy
Personal Equipment: Jumpsuit, Enviroweave lined - Spacer Leather Duster, Utility Belt with Quickdraw Holsters, Accuracy Gloves, Kaldrweave Clothing, Adjudicator with Wrist Holster system, Shock Boots with Magno Grip, Vibromachete, Wristband, Knife, Blaster Pistol, Slugthrower Pistol, Beamer
Shipboard Equipment: Hoverbike, Flight Suit, Armor, V-2 Minimech Astrodroid
Tags: Elaena Kessia Miran

The door to the locker ripped open and the face that greeted the agent was one intially of relief. Then the gun was pointed his way, making it all the easier to put on the show of being some no name pushover.

He sank quickly, putting his tied hands over his head and tried to push himself back further into the locker. As though he wasn't already pushed into it far enough. He sobbed as he pleaded.

"Oh stars! Do-don't shoot me. Please?! I'm-I'm Marty Sethzon! They-they wanted me to-to make something! I got shoved in here for asking to many questions!." He squealed, voice high pitched and filled with anxiety. He was still cowering in the bottom, trying to push himself away from the woman.

She could likely hear the snot in his snorting and sobbing as he dared to peek at her.

"I just wanna go home! Please! I didn't do anything! The credits weren't worth it! Let me go home, please!?" He was visibly shaking and keeping himself pinned to the back of the locker, hands held up, palms toward her still as he sobbed.

 

[Sikkol Cull]

SHIP: Helljumper Combat Dropship
CREW: Helljumper Crew
WEAPONS: Heklerkok FP-01, MAA-011 HjPBP x2, MAA-010 HiPR x1, Lodestone Devices x4 - Rolling Order, Lookout Probe Droid x2 - Rolling Order, Terminus Shiv's x2, Journeyman Knives x4 - Rolling Order
ARMOR/CLOTHING: Tinfoil Hat Band, MAA-001 HjCBg Bodyglove, MAA-005 HjGPG, MAA-002 HjBmP#3
EXTRA/POCKETS: ECM-598 Medical Backpack, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules

LOCATION: Dropping from Orbit
TAGS: Anashja Tal

"Galactic Basic" | <"Mandalorian"> | << comm. channel >>​

He simply nodded to her reasoning. Wasn't entirely impossible for someone to simply be kind and reach out to help others in even the strangest places. Happened to me. Wouldn't wish it on another was a simple enough explanation he figured as he gestured to Aani to begin taking stock of the situation.

<"A transfer then. Can make a few runs back and forth. Cargo bay of the Jumper is plenty wide for stretchers to move through."> He informed Anashja as he began to scan patients at a speedy pace. There was a mental tally of who would be moved as she moved away and spoke into her comm.

It wasn't shortly after that she beckoned him over, his knee giving a sharp twist as he walked over and giving a few select words to the sudden loss of function with a few slaps.

Fething twinge. He cursed mentally as he listened before the visor slowly turned to her before looking to the rebel captain. The distinct sigh from behind the visor was followed by a clicking of his tongue as he motioned to Aani.

< <Get outside and keep an eye out for bucketheads. The ship has got unfriendly goods aboard. Check in every five and when you spot something.> > He informed her before she finished sharing the data in her hud. A sharp nod would be the final thing they saw before she found an opening and crawled out of sight and into the snow.


< <Jumper we have seriously wounded down here. Going to transfer between ours and the big ship. Get stretchers ready and fly careful. Empire is searching.> > He called over the comm as he cleared his throat and pointed to the seriously wounded.

"Anyone able, get the wounded on board for transfer. Get the supplies down here to fix it and get your ship going. You dropped the ball once already. Don't do it again." He kept his tone calm, but the lingering gaze to the rebel captain was a dare to test his patience as he began to unhook the back pack and build the stretcher it held.

 

[Elaena Kessia Miran]

Kessia Miran / Agent Chameleon
The Empress' Shadow; Knight Warden of the Wardens of the Shroud, Agent of Blackwatch, sithspawn, L’lerim’s right hand​

Objective: Hunt them Down
Location: Arcenon, Kalidan
Equipment: Væringi MK. I Assassin Armour and Cloak | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | 2x Westar 34 blaster pistol | 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x Red blade lightsaber shoto | Stealth field generator | Holographic disguise matrix | Shield talisman | Taozin amulet | Healing amulet || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag: Kuben Woods | QEMD-15 Echo | Ivixa Nera'kas | Theezo Pierbinn | Uriel Segboldt | Open

[ The Unforgiven ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Kessia hated many things, including men who were weak and crying. Just like the man sitting in the locker opposite him and just sobbing. She would have preferred to shoot him so she wouldn't have to listen this boring wimping. Had it not been for the wretched and accursed order, she probably would have done so. Not even the victim, no one would have appeared in the statistics. She could have said at any time that he was killed by terrorists. That wasn’t entirely true, because of the biochip in her brain, that lie wouldn’t have worked.

Why was everyone opposed to her doing her job properly? Wasn't it enough that she didn't remember her past? Kessia had no idea what she had been up to in the past, what she was doing at the time, who she was at all. The agent loved her new life, but it would have been nice to know something about the old one. However, this was not possible. What bothered her most about such restrictions were like this one now. She couldn't even hit the red-haired guy to keep him quiet.

"Oh, try to remain silent and stop crying!" she growled.

<< This is Chameleon, I found a hostage, I'll take it to the back exit, I want a dropship there, which will get him out of here. As soon as possible! >> she messaged on the comm. channel, but this time only in thought, she did not say the words out loud.

She rolled her eyes; it was probably precisely because of the man’s annoying behaviour that she didn’t care to look more closely at whether he might be only acting or really these are his real reactions. Meanwhile, she could hear the answer on the radio in her mind.

<< Chameleon, this is Control; in three minutes a dropship will arrive at your coordinates! >>

<< Copy that, Control! Chameleon, over! >> she replied.

She looked at the man who was still sobbing in the locker and sighed wearily under her helmet. If she hands it over to the soldiers, then it is their responsibility and then they will deal with it.

"Get up and move, your taxi is here in three minutes which will take you out of the area!" the shape-shifter agent urged the man.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Arcenon - Kalidan-Lysenia
Dialogue Legend: <"High Nelvaanian"> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tags: Kuben Woods Elaena Kessia Miran QEMD-15 Echo Theezo Pierbinn

The diminutive assassin stepped over three fresh, twitching corpses as she left the stairs, having dispatched them only moments earlier within the stairwell, their bodies tumbling down to the base as she followed in their wake. They were as dead as dogs, but from here, Ivixa knew that she would have to restrain herself, if the parameters of the mission were to be fulfilled.

<“This is Rominaria Seven. I’m on the floor with the targets.”> She hissed.

Coming up to a door which led into a briefing room, which was predictably locked tight, Ivixa paused for a few moments, before searching the room adjacent to it and quite conveniently, finding an open window.

Perfect.

Freezing the window with her CryoBan projector, Ivixa kicked it out before climbing along the wall of the building, her boots magnetizing to the wall as her grappling hook dug into the edge of the roof, suspending her form a few stories above the window of the briefing room. Activating her cloaking device to remain out of sight of the cowering terrorists inside the room, who had their attention mostly focused on the door, the sniper pulled her rifle from her back, calibrating her cloak with a mental command to render only the crosshairs visible to the naked eye. Then, she grappled down until she was in front of the window, before setting her crosshairs over the head of a guard.

Breath suspended in her chest, a single, massive slug shattered through the window with an ear splitting crack, traveling on to essentially detonate the head of the soldier in a spray of viscera and pink mist. Not a moment later, the second soldier was decapitated as well, going down in an equally spectacular display as the assassin soared through the window, landing in the middle of the room and unloading her static blaster on the now-shocked targets, stunning two into submission before the rest held their hands in the air, intent upon surrendering to the tiny assassin.

<“Targets apprehended.”>

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa's Phase I "Glitter Ghost" Stealth Armor
  • Undersuit
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Left Gauntlet
    • LPD-40 IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
  • Right Gauntlet
    • LPD-49 Astrapi Miniaturized Static Blaster
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    • Whimsy Knife (2)
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Ivixa's Modified Hekler'Kok AMR-01
  • 10 Round Magazine
  • Ammunition
    • Hekler’Kok Polymer Cartridge Ammunition-Standard
• FAE/M-01 “Scherezade” Energized Vibroblade

Spoiler: Listed Suspects and Masterminds

1. Canna Avun - Female Human - Coordinated Bombings on Military Academy
2. Ellona Serinas - Female Human - Coordinated Bombings on Military Academy
3. Mossol Wil Versio - Male Snivvian - Coordinated Bombings on Hospitals
4. Fillorean'morv Fey Te Tre - Male Bothan - Coordinated Bombings on Orphanage
5. Natasi Sing - Female Kiffar - Coordinated Bombings on Schools
6. Pelvin Ar Enkhet - Male Human - Coordinated Bombings on Schools
7. Red-Haired Trader - Male Morellian - Suspected of Selling Material to Shadow Flame Rebels