Breach & Clear

[Vestille Thumahra]

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Sometime between the invasion of Cadomai Prime and the build up to the invasion of Gree...​

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Kul Horo, deep within Sith Empire space, was much like any other planet under the watchful gaze of the Sith. Loyal, obedient and always ensuring to pay their due when it came to the requirements of resources and production. Perhaps nothing as important as the productions of warships and weapons. As most of the attention was to the Northern borders as the conflict with the Rebel Alliance raged on. In order to keep the vast Legion and Armada of the Sith Empire well supplied, every planet under their holdings had to play their part. Workers built and packed tirelessly to produce the countless munitions and equipment required to keep the war machine ticking on, keep it fighting.​

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To some, this was just how life was to be. To others, however, this was an opportunity.​

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At roughly 1AM in the morning, a cell of terrorists, perhaps fifty strong, stormed a vital arms production complex and took to their plot. Hostages were taken, weapons were defiled and bombs were placed to no doubt cover their tracks. They knew that the Sith Empire did not take likely to terrorists or rebels, especially now; their fates would be handed to them by a sword through the neck or a bolt to the face. Of course, this meant that negotiations were off the table as well, a more drastic action required to deal with these malignant pests before they took their chance to stick a knife into the side and twist it. The complex was the priority; remove the threat by any means necessary without damaging the machinery or produced equipment that still remained in storage.​

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A response team of Planetary Defense Force specialized in counter-terrorism had arrived on the scene no more than fifteen minutes after the call went out. The complex was surrounded and watched from both high and low. Snipers on nearby rooftops and men ready to storm the numerous entrances. The terrorists were trapped, boxed in and waiting for the forces of the Sith to move in. Barricades were set up, doors were forcefully closed and those fifty men of the terrorist cell hunkered down and waited, much like the troops sat outside. The air was thick with tension as both sides prepared themselves for the inevitable firefight that was about to unfold.​

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Behind the scenes, however, two additional calls went out, fifteen minutes ago, first to the man who would oversee the operation, someone that they knew they could depend upon in a situation like this and one on a frequency that requested the assistance of any Sith in range of the planet itself; be it in orbit or on the surface. Their assistance would no doubt be needed...​

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...And the clock was ticking.​

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[member="Sato Ryuu"]​

 

[Sebastian Thel]

In an office adjoining the main factory of the warehouse on Kol Huro, Sebastian awoke to the thudding of boots. A plant in the terrorist's operation, he went along with routine as usual and maintained the guise of a civilian with unsettling ease. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and shaved, pausing every so often to listen for any approaching presences from behind the door. The projection from his communicator flashed on the bed, indicating the time. He washed his faced and combed his hair, then slipped into a pair of black plus fours.

Around his chest, Sebastian slung a holster, which contained a stun blaster. He had only recently learned how to use the weapon, which felt heavy on his person. Although he did not intend to break his civilian disguise, he came prepared if the situation called for him to defend himself. On top of the holster, he wore a black suit jacket. He flung a light scarf around his neck to further hide the weapon. The time on his communicator turned to one and a fierce knock pounded on the other side of the door. Sebastian stood perfectly still, waiting for the Rebels to apprehend him.

With a crash, the soldiers kicked down the door. Sebastian submitted and raised both of his hands as they crowded the room. The masked visage of a man walked behind him and placed the barrel of a blaster against his back. Placing one foot in front of the other, Sebastian moved like a good hostage and followed the men outside. He felt the barrel brush the back of his clothes and glanced between each side of the wall. The corridor grew narrow as they descended into the depths of the factory.

"Cooperate and we'll have no reason to harm you." The Rebel soldier warned him. Cocking his head to one side, Sebastian eyed the mask and turned his head to face the end of the hallway. He said nothing in response.

The soldiers marched Sebastian to the room where staff where being held hostage. One pushed open a metal door and revealed civilians in their office clothing, huddled together amidst large crates. The man behind Sebastian nudged him with the barrel and he walked forward. The soldiers departed, leaving Sebastian with the other staff members and locking the door behind them. Pulling back his sleeve, he hit a button on his comm device and spoke to Vestille over the channel.

"This is Agent Thel reporting, I'm preparing to free the hostages. Requesting back-up at the emergency stairwell, over." As he spoke to Thumahra over the communicator, he noticed the relieved expressions of the civilians upon the revelation that he was working for the Empire. The message cut out and Sebastian peered through the small window to see a guard standing before the door. He would be relying on Vestille's men to escort the hostages to the emergency stairwell.

Taking a moment to take a look at the hostages, Sebastian noticed the more hardy machine workers were carrying themselves well. The office workers and accountants appeared more afraid, with some of the young employees visibly shaking. The agent parted his lips in a welcoming smile and approached them slowly, placing his hands against the air in a calming gesture. He reached into his pocket and procured one of his favourite gadgets, a compass with a built in device which allowed him to pick locks.

Twirling the compass around in his hand, Sebastian leaned over to the first hostage and hit a button on the compass. The needle extended into a long skewer, which he slid into the lock on the woman's handcuffs. When the cuffs illuminated and broke free, the woman rubbed her wrists and offered a smile of gratitude. Sebastian repeated the steps with each of the prisoners, including one young engineer who looked like he was fresh out of university.

"The hostages are free, but the door is guarded, requesting back-up." Sebastian spoke into the comms and awaited the arrival of a soldier to take out the guard. In the meantime, he needed to break into the console and open the door.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Industrial Arms Complex, Kul Horo​

Assisting: [member="Sebastian Thel"]​

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Outside the complex, the QRF was already to raring to go; it simply took one individual to arrive.

Having arrived by ground transport, Captain Thumahra stepped out into the dark and gloomy early morning, his helmet's night vision providing clarity in the otherwise pitch black with occasional internal light of a building, street lamp or the flashing of sirens. The complex had been entirely surrounded by counter-terrorist operators, marksman keeping tabs on the windows and the internal guts of the compound itself whilst officers and their subordinates ran over the procedures in the event that something went wrong. With the arrival of the Captain, however, the officers assigned their men to their breaching positions and gathered to meet the Captain himself as their subordinates began to move into their positions as if they had done this a hundred times before. This was, after all, the sort of scenario they trained for week after week, only waiting for the call to action whilst their brothers and sisters in the Legion took care of the threats outside of home territory.

It was a swift briefing, communications operators keeping tabs on internal cameras that they had since regained access to and kept watching the movements of the terrorists that took their moves with a particular intelligence of keeping away from the windows and out of sight. As if that wasn't enough, Vestille had patched in the Agent, one Sebastian Thel, into the communications network; allowing the plant's transmissions to be passed along to not only the Captain himself but to the rest of the Counter Terrorism assets that had not only locked the compound and the buildings within down but also the connecting streets to prevent civilians from wandering into a potential high risk zone. With everything outside under control, it was time to focus on stomping these terrorists to the curb with Agent Thel being the key to a swift clean of house. With his confirmation of the hostages being freed and escorted to the nearest exit, the Captain simply nodded his head, ordering the operation to begin.

Where Thel no doubt expected a single operator to eliminate the guard, he would instead find an entire team of officers breaching the door and eliminating the sole guard on the exit. Though his earpiece, he no doubt heard the plan of action; a three-way breach on all sides of the compound utilizing all entrances as the teams moved to breach and clear, a supporting element on standby to recover and escort the hostages into the designated safe zone. That plan was designed with a full force forward approach; letting the terrorists know that they were an ant biting the toe of a giant; their supposed stand against tyranny would cease to exit in this very compound. That only left the complication of potential explosive devices that may or may not have been planted to act as a deterrent; an ECM Jammer could have been deployed but that was only a temporary solution and one that would be somewhat difficult with the now unfolding hostilities between terrorists and the breaching counter terrorist operators. No doubt Agent Thel's smarts would need to come into play again.

And all the while, the Captain watched and waited; observing the effectiveness of the entire operation and the performance of the planted Agent. If things were to go awry, the jaws of the abyss would swallow them all whole.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Listening from the inside of the storage area, Sebastian tilted his head upwards and watched the ceiling as he followed the sound of enemy forces on the prowl. Marching boots thundered above the low beep of the console, reverberating between metallic walls like a drum being pounded in the night. A light flickered as the power supply waned. The agent slid a hand into his pocket, caressing the compass he ritually carried on his person. When of the hostages released a shrill cry, Sebastian brought a finger to his lips and hushed him quiet with a low hiss.

Planting his back against the door, Sebastian listened as a team of operatives breached the front entrance. The shots from their rifles bounced off the metal. Flesh being torn and the lifeless body of the guard falling against the door alerted Sebastian to the signal to move. He turned around and procured his scramble key, which he inserted into the security console. Code rolled down the screen, until the numbers presented an encryption. Beneath the blinking of the light, he muttered a calculation beneath his breath and reorganized the figures in his head, decrypting the key and entering a code into the system.

Sebastian hit enter and the console granted him access. As the door came loose, he poked his head through the ajar space, where he was greeted by the Imperial soldiers who had terminated the guard. Nodding in satisfaction, he waved a hand inside of the door and gestured to the civilians to follow him.

"Holding area secure, moving civilians to escape route now." Holding the communicator to his wrist, Sebastian spoke to Vestille, before looking up to the other soldiers. One of the operatives gestured forward with a hand signal, instructing Sebastian to lead the civilians while the Imperial forces escorted them. The staff members and engineers filed out with Sebastian in front, who lead them down the corridor.

The soldiers escorted the group through the route which had been mapped out on their communication devices. Turning around corners, they arrived at a narrow stairwell which lead to a manhole in the roof. Sebastian stepped aside and allowed each of the hostages to climb up the ladder, where the drone of craft alerted them to a shuttle arriving. Glancing from one side of the room to the other, Sebastian waited anxiously for each civilian to make their way up the ladder. The frightened, young engineer stood trembling before the rails and Sebastian sighed in frustration.

"It's okay, there's a shuttle waiting to take you away." He said in a reassuring tone. Tapping his shoe on the ground, he gestured towards the ladder and the young man eventually grabbed hold of the rails and followed the other staff members. "All civilians have exited the facility, an Imperial craft is transporting them to safety." Sebastian spoke to Vestille through his wrist device. With a sigh of relief, he nodded to the soldier leading the team of operatives taking down the facility from within.

"I'm heading to the security terminal to scan the area for any explosives." Sebastian spoke into the communicator again. "The factories and holding area are clear of civilian lives, proceed with breaching the entrance." Static cut out the transmission as the words were relayed to Thumahra. Stopping to catch his breath, he walked forward with the operatives following behind. Hitting a button on his communicator, he brought up a map of the factory and followed the coordinates marked on the location of the security terminal.

The soldiers split off, some taking turns around the sides of the entrance to approach the security room from the front of the factory. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the helmets of several terrorist guards. Rifles were raised before the group. The soldier leading the operatives stood in front of Sebastian, who recoiled and wrapped his fingers around the holster of the stun blaster concealed with his jacket. Blast fire rang out inside of the crowded hallway and the agent crouched, gripping his hair as he avoided the rain of pellets.

[member="Vestille Thumahra"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

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Vestille Thumahra​

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Industrial Arms Complex, Kul Horo​

Assisting: [member="Sebastian Thel"]​

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Gunfire echoed through the complex, contrasting against the silence of the night.

Vestille watched closely as the civilians had been escorted out by the supporting element, having moved back out the way the first insertion team had entered through the rear entrance. With the hostages secure and quickly flown out of the potential blast zone, the Captain and his subordinates could at least rest somewhat easier, knowing that within the complex remained only terrorists and their sentiment of hatred against the Sith Empire and its populace. Whatever they were thinking, however, was clearly quickly turning quite sour as counter terrorist operators made their moves into the building in a swift but ultimately methodical manner, breaching and clearing any room that they came across with tactical vigor that their training had firmly placed within their heads. In the realm of counter terrorism, it was typically a situation that a slip up could result in the death of one's self, a comrade or the death of an innocent being held like bait by their kidnappers; the expectation for them to be at their one hundred percent at any time of day was a tall order, many of those who attempted to sign on for such a role were fully dedicated to being considered one of the elite; anytime, anywhere.

This was one of those situations as operator ran into groups of hunkered down terrorists and exchanged shots. Like any tough stain, it would take persistence to remove it.

Captain Thumahra had since been acting as the mastermind of everything occurring within the plant; utilizing his tacpad to update team leaders on way-points and intelligence that was constantly being gathered and updated by both those inside the compound and the various teams that had been placed on the perimeter watching in. There was an eye everywhere and if anything were to move or change? It would be known in a heartbeat. As the various teams of operators continued their breach and clear with the intent to neutralize all terrorist threats present, a call had been dispatched for EOD specialists to be brought in from the nearby Legion garrison to be brought in once the path was clear and the threat of explosives had been identified and located. It was a routine operation through and through, as if something like this happened bi-daily but with how much sentiment there was regarding standing up to the Sith and their occupation scattered in the forms of various rebel groups, many a night was no doubt spend dealing with situations like this. With everything now falling into place, a call to Agent Thel was dispatched from none other than the Captain himself.

"Agent Thel, this is Captain Thumahra. Locate and identify potential bomb threats within the compound. An EOD team has been dispatched and is awaiting confirmation and safe passage in."