Back in the Saddle

[Myles Davorak]

Muunilinst​

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Myles departed from his chair in the cockpit as The Tempest made contact with the landing pad. Steam and various electronics could be heard during the landing process as he looked at his datapad for relevant information. He had gathered some information about Muunilinst while he was en route but nothing major popped up except for the wars that were fought here between the Rakata and the Muuns. That and the Clone Wars were not nice to this planet. The Inter-Galactic Banking Clan also had a strong hold here at one time before they were wiped clean.

After being out of the game for what seemed to be an eternity, Myles wanted to get back on his feet and the best way to do that was to seek out jobs. A posting had come through on his datapad--a good one. The job was to seek out some "ruffians" in the sector and eliminate them. No doubt the term "ruffians" meant that the individuals were scum, pirates, slavers and the like. Davorak had dealt with plenty when he was an infantryman back on Naboo. He would conduct guerrilla warfare raids on their strongholds until they were no more. The job here however, was dealing with radicals that were trafficking spice, slaves, and illegal cargo.

Triad Security was in a frozen state. Myles' men were granted vacation leave so to speak and his business operations as a whole were put on "Pending" status. Even Raven Squad was not aboard The Tempest this time. Everyone was gone. For the moment at least.

A nearby Muun was standing on the landing platform in ornate clothing waiting to greet their potential guest.
"Mr. Davorak I presume? Welcome, welcome welcome to Muunilinst. I hope your travels went well and my employer thanks you graciously for arriving. Please....this way."

The Muun shuffled away and was leading Myles through the main door to the bustling complex.

"Thank you for the kind welcome. Your employer seems to discuss business with me?"
Myles went straight to the point. No nonsense to be had today.

"Ah yes. He is waiting for you in the conference room. Here let me show you"

Times like these made Myles tense. He has had a few employers who wanted to kill him due to his reputation with particular factions. He did serve the Queen of Alderaan for a time after all. The Muun led Myles to a lavish room where a solid wooden table sat, along with multiple chairs. The furniture itself looked exotic and no doubt was bought by a wealthy individual. This told Myles that the client shouldn't have a problem in paying for his "troubles" to go away.

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Sitting in the conference room was an older Muun that wore plain looking attire and sat in front of a holoprojector. A regional map was revealed and this Muun was manipulating the terrain and scanning the environment by using his hands to move, resize and zoom the picture in closer.

"Yes...Mr. Davorak, do come in. I assume you have looked the job details over and you still arrive....meaning that you would like to partake in the job....yes?"
The Muun's toothy grin made Myles feel unnerved but he complied like a professional businessman.

"Yes I do. You want some ruffians dealt with....harshly and you are willing to pay 50,000 credits for this?"

Giving a courteous nod, the Muun continued.
"Yes...money is a material that I can expend quite graciously my friend. You take care of this problem for me and I'll reward you. As a sign of good faith, I am putting a down payment of 10,000 credits to your account. To help with starter fees and whatnot. I have read up on your history Mr. Davorak and I must say that someone with your....set of skills. Muunilinst would do well to hire you periodically should further situations arise. Now....On to business. We believe that the ruffians are coming from an old factory to the Northwest at the foothills of the mountains. Our cities must be protected and therefore this is the reason why we haven't dispatched a team to wipe them out. I'll send the coordinates to your datapad. Any questions?"

This is going to be rather easy.
Myles thought to himself.

"There is a catch however.....someone else will be hunting them too. You would be hard pressed for competition wouldn't you?"

Raising an eyebrow, he was curious as to why someone else was already hired for the job. Were the ruffians that much of a pain to deal with? Either way, the money was as good as his. Standing up from his chair, he reached his hand out and gave a firm handshake to his employer before stepping out and heading back to The Tempest.

A brief notification goes off on his datapad to which he reviews the following.

|10,000 Credits Deposited into Main Account |
| =---------------------= |
| Coordinates Received from :: ORIGIN UNKNOWN|
[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

Location: foothills just above factory.

Ellie watched the factory below through the scope of her rifle. For a small group of "ruffians" it seemed to be quite the operation. Guards patrolled the outer perimeter in lose groups. Watchtowers sat on either end of the factory and by the landing pad. Loading droids made continuous trips from the factory to two freighters parked on the landing pads. Each droid carried crates to and from the ships. Whatever was going on here wasn't a small operation, s she was lead to believe.

She panned the scope from the out patrols to the freighters. A newer model, heavily armed and one she didn't recognize. Her gaze moved from the ships to several of the guards. Some of the weaponry they carried was unfamiliar to her, which could prove problematic, but most of the ruffians were armed with familiar blasters.

This was a problem she had been running into lately. Being in stasis for a few hundred years had put her way behind in terms of technology. What was common to most, was unfamiliar to her. Most of the ships she knew were gone and replaced by newer ones from new companies. Weaponary had advanced at a rapid pace, leaving what she knew as advancing seeming archaic in terms of firepower. Simple jobs just seemed a little harder anymore, which meant she had to learn quick or die in the attempt.

There was a plus side to this, however. Even after hundreds of years, pirates were still pirates. They weren't a trained militia or a well organized military. There were gaps in their patrols, guards were more relaxed and unobservent. Several even appeared to be asleep.

Ellie watched as a droid entered the factory with another crate. She wasn't sure what was in there but she had a hunch. Unfortunately she couldn't see into the factory itself due to its lack of windows.

The datapad in her pocket began to vibrate, letting her know she had a new message. She gave a sigh and pulled out the device. The message made her raise an eyebrow. It was from her employer, and it seemed that she had some competition. That, and she had recieved a set of coordinates for the exact spot she was in. Was this new person competition or backup?

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

The location of the target destination was far enough to where The Tempest would come in handy to get him a little closer. The plan? Use his AIAT/i to transport him close but far enough away to where he would not be detected by scanners. Stealth would be the ideal plan for this scenario. Without a blueprint of the factory or an enemy count he would have to rely on stealth tactics while employing acts of sabotage & sniping.

Hopping into The Tempest , Myles engaged hover mode and sped through the Muunilinst landscape, careening over the various hills and mounds that lay just outside the mega city-scape. The scenery was quite lovely and reminded him of his home planet--Naboo. His navcomputer pinged faster and faster the closer he got to his desired LZ. He set the bulky ship down behind some hills that would obscure it from view hopefully from any of the ruffians as well as any competition. Davorak did not know who he was up against but he knew that the Muuns hired someone with a plethora of skills that might be akin to his.

Alright, let's see who you've hired....I don't want my time wasted
He thought to himself.

His Fibromyalgia was acting up and he was quick to down some medication to relieve some of the flaring that was crawling all over his shoulder. Disengaging the systems in his ship, he shot up from his pilot chair and starting to gear up. Slapping a fresh power cell in his CAR Blaster Rifle, he did a final check on his equipment before leaving out of the rear hatch. The hill that lay before him was quite large now that he disembarked from his ship. Trekking up the grassy slope he was met with beautiful flora that danced around the legs of his pants. Shifting into a low crawl, Myles inched to the crest of the hill and carefully pulled his macrobinoculars out to survey the factory.

Just as I karkin' thought
These pirates had quite the compound here. This wasn't new for him but the amount of cargo that was going in and out of the place was alarming to say the least. They must have a rather extensive network--one that might beg to be destabilized.

Loading droids, freighters, defense systems. These pirates might be well-funded, or were lucky with their scores. Moving his scope's sights away from the bustle of the factory, Myles sought a vantage point that would be closer for him to reconnoiter. He didn't see much on the horizon, but he knew that his competition was out there....Myles kept to a low crawl and started to advance to a nearby vantage point, hoping he would not meet resistance along the way.
[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

Right, so things were starting to get interesting. Not only did she have to eliminate these ruffians, but she also had some competition to deal with. Competition she knew nothing about, and that could go either way.

Movement in the distance caught her attention, drawing her from her thoughts. Something or someone was moving down the hillside. Raising her rifle, she brought the target within her sights. Definitely someone as the sight of a person sneaking down the hillside towards the factory. She doubted it was a pirate, they wouldn't sneak down the hill, so definitely her competition.

The man was well armed and appeared to have some sense as to what he was doing. From the looks of it he was also looking for a vantage point to scout out the factory. At least he wasn't running straight down there.

Ellie watched the man for a moment before letting out a sigh. This job was definitely looking a little to large for just her, or either one of them, alone. Against what felt like better judgment, she pulled out a small laser point. Sitting up just enough for him to see her, she took the device and began to shine a red dot a few feet in front of him, clicking it on and off every several seconds.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles crawled further and further toward the vantage point. Things were going according to plan--so far. He soon found himself on a precipice that overlooked a decent amount of the factory, a perfect position for sniping and the wind wasn't even that blustery which gave him a ranged advantage. Before he could continue the reconnaissance phase, he noticed a red dot flickering on and off.

A signal?!
Who in the hell would----

Glassing over the area with his macrobinoculars, he saw them. A female who was signalling him. Surely she wasn't a ruffian because that wouldn't make sense. She was no doubt trying to sneak into the factory as well. Perhaps this was his competition. A woman much younger than him, she showed promise if she was offered this job as well. Activating the laser designator on his rifle, he sent her the same signals alerting her:

I read you loud and clear

Perhaps this job was bigger than he could gamble. Getting help from a complete stranger? Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

Nodding in her direction he marked an area as a "half way point" for them to rendezvous toward. Two heads would be better than one in this case.

Inch by inch he re-adjusted and started crawling to the marked point.
[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

Ellie waited with baited breath for a response. After several tense seconds, the man responded in the same manner. She let out a slow breath, at least he wasn't shooting at her. He even signaled an area for them to meet.

Carefully, Ellie slowly began to make her way towards the rendezvous point. She had to keep her movements slow and low last she was spotted. After several minutes she finally reached the halfway point. Ellie settled down just out of sight of the factory. Hopefully her and her competition could find a way to work together. Splitting the pay was definitely better than being dead.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

The female had beaten him to the rendezvous. This didn't surprise him as she had the advantage of being more agile than himself. She didn't open fire on him which was a very good sign--either he was stupid or had a gut feeling that she was competent in her own right. He inched slower and slower it felt like, he only did this because he did remember an encounter with an enemy sniper that he had engaged for days on end; hunting each other.

Obviously Myles remained victorious in that fight but since then, he was slower to move when reconnoitering an area. Slithering his body toward her, he let out brief whispers.

"You're my competition eh? The Muun must have saw something in you or you have a rather impressive resume. Now I suggest we do this quietly, it will save us some heartache. I could give you covering sniper fire while you get up close? Either that or we will have to both go down there--knives out. Based on their defenses, we would be cut down in seconds if they were to spot us....so I recommend not to get spotted. Thoughts?"

He might have overloaded her with information perhaps, but Myles would rather volunteer information as opposed to dying due to lack of intel.
Myles made a mental note of her appearance. He noticed the honey-comb designed armor....Mandalorian.

This started to make more sense. No wonder she showed promise if she was a Mandalorian.
Only this time, a familiar T-Visor helmet covered her face. He had run ins with Mandalorians before, profitable ones too. The first man who gave Myles a well paying job was Mandalorian.

[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

The man was slower to reach the rendezvous point. Maybe he was just more cautious than her, who really knew? He was older than her and had the look of a seasoned soldier, definitely more suited to this than her. Ellie gave a small smile beneath her helmet when the man mentioned that she must have an impressive resume. "Maybe they did, but I have done my fair of work."

Her 'competition' unloaded quite a bit of info on her in his plan. Regardless she got the gist of it. He was right, they'd both get shot if they went down there together. So one of them would have to stay. "I'll head down there. I'm decent in close quarters combat." She didn't mean to brag about it, but it was the honest truth. With the aid of the force and her lightsaber hidden safely behind a pack at the small of her back, she was prepared for up close fights. "So, I know it's a big favor to ask a stranger to watch my back."

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles was sure to make notes about his new 'partner', she was eager yet she wasn't boastful which was a sign of apparent wisdom. Good. This means that she had a decent head on her shoulders and wouldn't rush the plan which would work in both advantages. Hearing her remark about her doing a fair bit of work, he offered her an affirming nod before replying.

"I reckon ya have."

That's all he could muster a reply for. She had done her fair share of work and it showed. She didn't show much cockiness for someone her age, then again she could be as old as him for all he knew. Age was just a number after all, experience would be the key motivator here.

The fact that she agreed to his plan meant that she was willing to listen to a decent plan, meaning she wasn't biased...in some capacity. Things were working out better than he would have hoped.

"Don't worry, I can cover you. You just take care of the stragglers and I'll pick off anyone that's in your way. Here, this is my frequency....tune your comms into that channel and we should be able to sync up"

He meant that he could cover her. Myles might be an old fox, but his marksmanship never faded over the years. Crouching back into prone position, Myles gave his new companion a thumbs up; meaning that he was all set.

"Call me Myles."
Peering through the scope, his glance didn't waver for a moment. He was dead set and ready for his new partner to make their way down to the factory grounds. Once exterior threats were all neutralized he would plan to join up with her and clean up what was left. This job might prove fruitful for a multitude of reasons.

A smile ran across his face.
Let's make some money.
[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

Ellie gave a small nod when Myles said that he could cover her. Something in his voice told her that he wasn't lying. She figured it was best not to dig deeper with the force, but instead focus on what was ahead. Taking the frequency, when tuned her comms to that channel and synced. Slowly she moved from her spot and started down the hill with only a few parting words. "Names Ellie."

The journey down the hill was slow as she moved from cover to cover. Patrols seemed infrequent on this side of the factory, but the man in the tower seemed pretty vigilant. Whenever he turned to face a new direction, she moved. Eventually she hit a point where she was to close to go any farther. "Myles. The guard in the tower."

As she spoke, she watched another pirate leaning up against a thin steel fence. She could definitely reach him if the tower guard was gone.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles made a few adjustments on his scope, making sure that the instruments were zeroed in correctly. He kept his eye on his new partner - Ellie. He covered her approach to the exterior perimeter to the factory.

"Alright....Ellie, let's see what you can do"

Acknowledging her report on the guard in the tower. Myles smirked as his finger hugged the trigger, sending a bolt clean through the guard's neck making him collapse to the floor of the tower.

"Target down. You're clear."
In fact there was a humor about him that he would almost entertain to her but his mind was solely focused on the mission. For a young woman like herself, she moved with such dexterity that it made his eyebrows raise. She was making no noise and Ellie remained undetected.

Instead of taking her kills, Myles wanted to see how well she did in close-quarters combat. She let on that she was very proficient and Myles wanted to see what she meant by that. Glassing over the compound, he saw another guard in a distant watch tower that would have visual of Ellie once she progressed further. Rather than wait for her call, Myles stayed one step ahead and pulled the trigger of his blaster.

The recoil kicked his shoulder but it was feeling he always welcomed with open arms. The blaster bolt soared through the air and struck the guard--center of mass, dropping him to the floor of the guard tower just like the first guard.

A brief wind picked up and caressed Myles' hair, as if it was a sign that someone was looking out for him today. Davorak would keep his eyes on [member="Ellie Ordo"] to see how she fared.

 

[Ellie Omera]

Ellie didn't need to watch the guard or even hear him hit the ground to know he was dead. The sharp tug of the mans life being pulled from his body rippled through the force. That was a feeling she had grown used to over the years, a feeling she scarcely acknowledged anymore.

She was already on the move before the guard hit the ground. Like shadow she moved up to the fence. Back scarcely touching the metal as she moved along it till she reached the end of the fence. Directly on the other side was the guard, his back pressed up against the steel in a similar fashion as her. All she had to do was reach around the corner and she could touch him. She gave a small peek around the corner just enough to make sure no one was looking. The only other person was a man working on a speeder. Luckily his back was turned to them.

Ellie leaned flat against the fence. Her left hand sat on the very edge waiting to reach around and grab the guard, while her right found its way to her lightsaber. Closing her eyes, she let herself sink into the force. The world seemed to come into more focus, her heart rate and breathing slowed, and she became much more aware of the guard behind her.

Letting out a slow breath, her body moved almost instinctively. Her right hand swung up while her left started to move. A split second before the lightsaber hilt hit the fence, she activated it. The dark blue blade shot through the steel with ease and went straight through the mans neck, killing him instantly, then quickly deactivated. Before he began to fall, Ellie grabbed him with her left hand and pulled him around the corner. Grabbing him with both hands, she kept him from hitting the ground before pulling him out of sight.

Once the guard was out of sight, she checked on the man working on the speeder. Luckily the man saw and heard nothing, and continued to work on the speeder. Ellie double checked her surroundings before making her next move. She pulled a small dart and air powered pistol from a side pouch. Taking aim, she fired. The pistol made almost no sound as it launched the dart into the side of the mans neck. The man tried to cry out in pain but his voice caught in his throat, strength quickly left his body before he was able to stand and within seconds the guard was dead from a fast acting poison.

Ellie hurried over to the man and pulled the dart out from his neck and carefully replaced it in her side pouch. She gave a quick glance around before rolling the guard under the speeder and out of sight. "How we doing Myles?"

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles kept scanning the factory grounds, but nothing was posing immediate threat--for now. He had to give it to Ellie, she was remarkable on her feet and her agility left him envious to be able to move like that again. One by one, she was dispatching guards like they were practice droids. But, she was still behind enemy lines and he had to provide overwatch until it was safe to regroup with her. Glassing over the area with his scope, Myles spotted another threat.

A guard was making his rounds on the rooftop of the factory. He was rounding the corner and about to observe the area Ellie was in--not for much longer though.

"Let me get back to you on that Ellie"
He said with humor.

Myles took a deep breath in and exhaled as he zeroed the scope on the guard's head. Another recoil greeted his shoulder as the CAR-17 rifle sent forth a bolt that would make contact with the guard's head, dropping him.

"We're clear....You're turn. Grounds are clear, I'll make my way down. Cover me"

Getting up from his prone position, Myles shuffled down the steep embankment and slid down on his feet, catching a considerable amount of speed before reaching the bottom of the precipice. Blaster rifle at the ready, Myles paced quickly to reach Ellie's position. The dead bodies were hidden and would buy them some time, enough time to clear the factory and make a quick escape.

[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

Ellie gave a small snort of amusement when Myles said he'd get back to her. So he had a sense of humor, even in the midst of combat. That wasn't a bad thing, meant he found a way to calm his nerves.

The sound of a bolt whizzed over her head and hit the guard on the roof. His body barely hit the ground and Myles was giving the all clear. Well, as clear as things were going to be. All that remained was the factory itself and the two freighters.

She raised her rifle and gave Myles cover as he made his way down the hill. Fortunately no one came out of the factory to spot them. Ellie never took her eyes off her surroundings when Myles finally reached her. "So. What's the plan."

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

As Myles briefly made his way to Ellie, he was cautious to spot potential threats by maneuvering his rifle at all angles. He wouldn't be sure when the next enemy would pop up. Davorak followed the same path that [member="Ellie Ordo"] took, and soon found his way back to her.

Looking around the perimeter, they seemed to be okay for the most part. Their infiltration has gone unnoticed for now and Myles intended to keep it that way until it was time to go loud. Bringing his focus back to the current moment, the old man thought for a moment before answering her question. The plan? That could be a tricky avenue of approach. Their objective was to eliminate the targets here and shut down whatever operations were taking place here. Sabotage seemed the likely choice.

"We will need to sabotage the place and make it go up in flames. I could have done this with my ship but there was an added objective to monitor who these guys belong with and what they are doing here on Muunilinst. We will collect data, place charges & sabotage the factory, then exfil."

This factory seemed to be an old processing facility of some kind. He wasn't sure what but the factory was still operational as smoke could be seen from the various smokestacks. A foul stench emanated in their immediate vicinity. Myles would look at her as if to answer any questions she had before nudging the door open slowly. His footsteps were silent as he took cover near various barrels/containers. Checking if the coast was clear, he would signal for Ellie to make her way to him. This would allow them both to memorize the factory layout and devise a more in-depth attack plan.

"Alright, my blaster won't be as quiet in here as it was outside....close quarters for me. I'll stick to the walls and engage in CQC, so I may need to rely on you for long-range engagements in here. Understood?"

What he was looking for was a reactor system or the power generation facilities that allowed this factory to remain operational. If they overloaded it and timed it correctly, the place would become a fireball and eliminate any threats in the immediate area. Various guards of varying race could be seen, patrolling the factory with non-standard equipment. Melee weapons and non-percussive weapons were being used. This would tell them both that this factory would be sensitive to blaster fire of any variety. They would have to engage silently with little to no use of firearms. There must be flammable gas throughout the complex.

Knowing this might come in handy when it comes to blowing up the facility, the explosion would no doubt send a chain reaction and destroy the two freighters that were waiting just outside. The bottom floor they were on consisted of conveyor belts that snaked throughout the facility. Catwalks were above and below them, to which guards patrolled ensuring security. There was plenty enough cover to maneuver around in, that wouldn't be an issue. They would just have to eliminate quite a few guards and dispose of the bodies to prevent from being discovered. They needed data first.

At the far end of the factory, a vestibule with duraglass viewing windows could be seen. A few guards were shuffling back and forth and various computer systems could be spotted in there. There must be some information in there and this vestibule would be the best place to look so far.

[member="Ellie Ordo"]

 

[Ellie Omera]

The plan was simple enough, in theory. Eliminate a few guards, gather some data and send the place up in flames. Like all plans, it was easier said than done.

Ellie made her way over to Myles when he singled for her. She did her best to memorize where she was going incase they needed a quick escape, which they probably would. Carefully she followed him inside, taking note of everything around her. Mainly the guards and the weapons they were carrying. A lot of melee and non percussive weapons. She eyed the guards warily for a moment before speaking in a low voice. "So...think this place is filled with gas? Cause it looks like they don't want to start a fire in here. Could be whatevers in those containers." She pointed to a loading droid carrying several large drums.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Listening to her observations, Myles agreed wholeheartedly and began to rethink the strategy just a touch. The fact that the guards were not using blasters was a little bit concerning and made him realize that they would have to use CQC and no blaster fire was allowed. However, this factory seemed important to the operation so crippling production would be a definite objective in the long run.

"Yeah, good call. We'll have to get up close and personal with them. Hope you weren't planning a date later cause this might take a while" He joked. Myles joked to lighten the mood and even raise morale at times. This was something he did a lot when he served in the military on Naboo.

Slinging the carbine over on his back, he pulled a vibroblade out of a sheath mounted on his leg.
"Let's stick to the outer walls so that way we can retain our stealth as long as we can. We will dispose of who we must and work our way to the control center....up there. Once up there we will re-assess the situation. Perhaps we can overload reactors from there and make a hasty escape.....questions, concerns or ideas?"
Myles paused briefly to take in anything she had on her mind.

This would no doubt be a tricky operation to take with just two people. Nonetheless he had faith that they could do this without too much struggle.
[member="Ellie Ordo"]