Antumbra (Sith Assassins)

[Darth Kentarch]

Alderaan
Juran Mountains

The Phasma-class Infiltrator slid through space above the planet Alderaan. Cloaking fields activated the ship had been in orbit for some time. Right now the probing operation was to ensure that no one had detected the vessel, or was waiting for it to make a move on it. Inside the ship Darth Kentarch looked over scans and holo-projection read outs of the planet's mountain range. Satisfied with the results he turned to his droid co-pilot and with a nod of his head he spoke. "Give the signal." Darth Kentarch ordered. The droid did not respond, but instead quickly moved to a nearby terminal and sent out a scrambled and encrypted message through the comlink device. The Sith Lord had made the message himself, as well as taking the time to scramble and encrypt it. Antumbra. The message was only one word, so even if GRIM was able to find and decoded it, they would have no idea what it meant.

"Take us in." Kentarch then said. "Nice and easy, there are no patrols and the weather is clear." The droid to control of the stealth ship and descended through the atmosphere and down into the mountains. Within moments the Sith was able to make out the trees and valleys of the planet, snow covered peaks and alpine passes, the region lived up to its majestic reputation. Yet as much as the Sith Lord wanted to enjoy the view he had other priorities. The landing site he had chosen was already known to the Sith Assassins, who he briefed earlier on Operation Antumbra. Orders had been given that under no circumstances were the landing coordinates transmitted via any form of communication. After passing over several mountains the cloaked ship swung down and under some trees in a large uninhabited valley. Kentarch immediately cloaked his force signature out of habit.

The Sith Lord felt the ship set down, and moved to the landing bay doors without speaking to anyone. Quickly he exited the ship and surveyed his surroundings. It was perfect. The mountain range provided natural cover from ships from above, marching armies through this area was next to impossible and would take months. This was the perfect place to hide. He now would wait for the others.

[member="Darth Ferus"].

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Bringing the Rogue Skipper down, Jardo got his first taste of Alderaan and to be honest he hated it. It was too nice, too quiet. Plus it was republic controlled, that was enough to make anything hell. Staring down at the mountains, he shook his head. They were the meetup point, but he still wasn't a fan.

Bringing the ship down next to [member="Darth Kentarch"] he sighed lightly, grabbing his newly constructed lightsaber. He had a reason to believe this mission would be the first real taste of blood it got. Leaving his ship he stood next to Lord Kentarch, shaking his head. "I got a bad feeling about this"

[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

Did everyone else have their own ship except for her?

It was fairly uncomfortable having to find a person to hitch a ride with every. Single. Time. Of course, most of it involved finding a hot guy who at least worked for the crew to sneak her in, though lowly losers she had better influence over. It didn’t matter really. Props to her if she managed to charm the captain of the ship to let her wander in. In this case, she managed to sneak into some Alderaan cruise ship disguised as some stupid tourist.

As soon as the flying space craft landed, she slid down the rail and the sunhat she was wearing floated away, the wind carrying it to god knows where. Meeting place. There was a meeting place.

Despite being who she was, she blended well enough with a crowd and managed to get by most people. It was easy enough to get your way when you wore a top with a low enough cut, she learned. A lot of people were clueless, and she expected the same thing when it came to Alderaan.

Her signature was suppressed and she hadn’t been stupid enough to use her abilities. She eventually caught sight of two familiar faces. She walked over to them, a grin forming on her face. She patted the lightsaber that was craftily hidden beneath the white dress.

“‘Sup guys."

| [member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] |

 

[Viktor Noali]

Viktor had never cared much for spaceships, or space travel for the matter. Growing up most of his life as a slave never really gave him the opportunity to inherit an appreciation for them let alone learn to fly one. Though he had been free now for several years he hadn't the slightest interest in them still. You could say he lacked the proper... Concentration. Viktor had taken residence upon a cruise ship bound for Alderaan pretending to be an Alderaan noble.

Pretending to be who he wasn't came easy to the Lorrdian. His people had a long history of enslavement and during that long history they had developed a form of communication that was based on the slightest of muscle movements. Aside from being able to often read another persons emotions on intent based solely on their movements, the Lorrdian's were able to use this skill to become fantastic mimics. Often being able to impersonate another persons voice exactly. Viktor had been a bit rusty but it was something he had compensated for. Knowing the trip to Alderaan would be a long one Viktor had wanted to make sure his trip was a comfortable one. For three days Viktor had followed his ticket's original owner, who happened to be an Alderaanian noble of one of the lower houses, and learned his every move. From the way he talked, the way he moved to the way he breathed Viktor had learned to mimic the man exactly. The day before the ship departed Viktor ended the nobleman's life in his own hotel room and stole the man's finest suit.

It was that suit he wore now as he began to depart the ship holding his bag with the rest of the passengers. His private room on the ship had been more luxurious then Viktor had expected and he had taken full advantage of the minibar that it supplied him. He had masked his Force signature as he had been instructed to do and the buzz from the minibar had him focusing on other things.

Oh man! Who is that!? She's cute! Let's go say hi! Now is not the time... When is it ever the time? He make's a good point. No he doesn't... We are here for a mission... So? We can't at least get her holomail? No...

As Viktor marched forward with all the grace of a Alderaanian noble he noticed the woman several meters in front of him wearing a sunhat. He smirked. Reaching up more out of instinct then intent Viktor snatched the woman's sunhat as the wind tugged it away from her head. He was surprised when instead of turning back for it she continued on as if nothing had happened.

You think she saw us? Oh yeah! That's an opening! Let's go get some digits! We have... a... mission... Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's all about the mission. Fine, but just so you know I'm not happy. Neither am I. Noted...

Clinging to the hat Viktor continued to make his way toward the designated meeting point. The part he found most curious is that it seemed as if this woman was heading in the same direction. He hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the other members of the Assassins. This would be his first official gathering but he had a feeling he might get to use that opener after all.

He approached the meeting spot and stopped several meters behind the woman allowing her to approach the two men gathered alone. After her brief introduction Viktor started forward again and approached her from the back.

"I think you may have dropped this," he said as he offered her the sunhat he still held in his hand.

Yeah, he used my opener! Smooth! Real smooth! Great...

The Lorrdian then glanced to the other two present and nodded to them. "Viktor Noali. A pleasure."

[member="Sitara Qin"]
[member="Jardo Snow"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

“I think you may have dropped this.”

She spun around to be greeted by the sight of her hat. She laughed, taking it from his fingers. She played with it for a bit, wondering if this was some guy who chased her all the way here. He seemed to slick to be a weirdo stalker. His aura was too…dark to belong to some goody-goody who just wanted to return her hat. She plopped the straw sunhat on her head, at least happy to be reunited with it.

“Thanks. Very sweet of you to return it.”

He introduced himself, and she scanned his expression trying to figure out just who he was. He didn’t seem to be getting ready to leave anytime soon, and something about her told him he was conflicted. She paused for a few seconds, her eyes narrowing as she tried reading him. She was ready to attack him if he was some random stranger. She had to put the assignment first after all, and if her hat was something that brought the whole mission down she’d never be able to put it behind her.

A former star student couldn’t just mess up.

She waited for the other two to react, and seeing as they didn’t feel alarmed, she took the assumption that he was one of them. She relaxed herself, and smiled. “Oh good, you’re one of us. Otherwise, I would've had to kill you.” She winked, a soft giggle escaping from her cherry painted lips. “A pleasure to meet you, Viktor.” She said, moving towards him. She offered him her slender hand, a soft smile playing on her face.

“Tara.” Her eyes were locked on his, holding his gaze. You seem nice, though let’s see how nice you are in the field. “I’m sure it’ll be fun working together.” She winked, before turning back to the other two behind her.

“So boys,” She said, her eyes moving from [member="Jardo Snow"] and [member="Darth Kentarch"]. “Are there any more of us coming in?” She looked back at [member="Viktor Noali"]. “Or is this the whole party?”