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Cat And Mouse {TSA Mission}

Poe

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​The base commander stared, mouth slightly ajar, at the new report presented to him. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he could feel the start of another headache moving in like a cold storm front. ​"This marks the fifth attack in as many weeks," he spoke mainly to himself rather than the two lower ranking officers positioned in front of him. ​"There is absolutely no way they can conduct these attacks without a proper steady of supplies to support them." Whirling around the balls of his heels, he pointed to a third officer behind him and barked out, ​"What was the nature of the last report you presented to me a couple of nights back?"

​"We have been receiving intel reports about a supply convoy moving through the Hollows Hill region west of here. But alas, those hills in that region prevent any kind of aerial assault and not to put more bad news on this, this convoy seems to move around sporadically, making it difficult to actually pinpoint their exact location, forcr size, and vehicle types."

​Tugging at his neatly trimmed bear whilst tapping the datapad on his left leg, he began to think how best to deal with this. This base did not posses the manpower to go trumping through the hills to find this convoy. Plus, what manpower he did have at his disposal was just barely enough to defend this base and surrounding areas. What concerned him about these attacks made him think if one of these Buruks were trying to drawn him out from this protective shell, only to slaughter them quickly and efficiently, then he would not play into their hands. No, he would make a request to those higher up the food chain.

​"I've decided to lobby the Circle for assistance. We are in no shape or form to properly deal with this situation. Lt. Huey, as my second-in-command I leave it to you to make the request. Until we receive any kind of reply, we will halt all patrols until further notice."
 

Poe

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​The warship Midnight Spear​, a RF Dreadnought Class​, dropped out of hyperspace taking up position around the planet of Bastion. Standing on the catwalk in the rush, rush activity of the bridge, I watched as the final preparations of my orders where being carried out. The Lords had dispatched me to Bastion, calling me back from the fringes of Wild Space, to deal with this threat. Another test I wondered?

​"Everything is set," the ship's XO said. ​"The vehicles have begun to be shipped to the planet's surface along with the initial troop transport carriers. Your transport awaits you in the docking bay."

​I responded with a nod. I had never commanded a ground force regiment before, and I was eagerly amused to be given this opportunity as an Acolyte. I, myself, was not the warrior type-Sith despite my extensive background training; I craved conflict but since I began digging deeper into the mysteries of the Force, I found that to be my true calling. I was no slouch with my weapons, but I assume kill you in inventive ways than face you in a one-on-on environment. ​"The bridge is yours, Lt. Pol."

​From my position, I watched through the transport's viewport the forest covered hills grow closer. Out there, somewhere, was my main objective. A supply convoy had been reported to be feeding one Dacia Buruk, and in return she was wrecking havoc in the area. I was to hunt down this convoy and destroy it, but it wasn't as simple as that. Since the first day we landed on Bastion, this Buruk Family has been nothing but a thorn in our sides. Plus, they were dangerous. So I imagined this convoy would not be easily dealt with, and first and foremost, we had to find it. According to the final reports sent to us from the base commander, this convoy was constantly on the move.

​"Touchdown in 5," ​the voice of the transport pilot boomed through the speakers. Pulling my robe's hood over my head, I closed my eyes taking this brief moment to meditate in the Darkside of the Force. This assignment was my greatest to date, and failure had only one plausible outcome; my death.
 

Poe

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​My small little regiment consisting of one hundred foot soldiers, ten speeder bike scouts, and six minor assault vehicles, were set to formation and ready to move out. We had no concrete plan, since the convoy was constantly on the move, so we would march through the forestry hills with the scouts set out to do their job. To the credit of the Lords, they had assigned me troops that never dealt with the Buruks before, so they were not affected by the mental horrors this family were known for. For me, I knew who they were, and I feared them not.

​As the first night drew to a close, and we made camp, the scouts had reported no sighting of the convoy or any sign they were ever in this section. I figured this would be a drawn out assignment. As night fell upon us, I walked the outskirts of the camp as the men enjoyed themselves with telling tales of previous wars and battles. I felt distant from them, I had no tales to weave unless they wanted to hear about the countless souls I killed in the pits on Nal Hutta. They would, in time learn to fear me, but now wasn't the time. I needed them to be merry and content. I felt a presence drawing close to me, and I stopped to let him catch up.

"May I have a word with you," ​Captain Morse, and my second in command, said when he reached me. I gestured with my hand for him to proceed. ​"I've been thinking about our regiment. We are packed to tight. If we were attacked, we would have little in ways of defending ourselves, and we could be crushed. I've read about this Dacia Buruk and she is ruthless. A regiment like ours will be easy pickings."

​"What do you suggest, Captain?"

​"We split the regiment fifty-fifty. We follow the same path but in a parallel pattern few hundred yards apart. So if this Buruk woman does attack, she too will have to split her forces. And if I'm correct in assuming, we might be able to attack that convoy on two sides when we find it."

​"In the morning we will split the regiment. And Captain, if this idea of yours fails, know I will hold you in fully responsible."
 

Poe

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​The wind holwed and screeched all night, keeping the soldiers and myself from getting a proper sleep; but sleep or no sleep we had a mission to accomplish. With the force split into two, we headed through the forest looking for our prize, but it was something that found us. An ambush force, sent by Dacia Buruk no doubt to disrupt us, attacked with a ferocity I never witnessed before. The attack had a fatal effect, destroying half of our vehicles and killing twenty soldiers; and just like they appeared they were gone like the wind.

​I walked through the wreckage feeling like I was dealt a black-eye. I fought to contain my anger, but when I saw Captain Morse I unleashed hell upon him. "I should kill you right now, Captain," ​I told him while holding his throat in my hand, digging my jagged nails into his tasty looking flesh. ​"But you are still valuable to me." Releasing my grip, I gestured him to stand. ​"Dacia knows where here, and she will most likely keep harassing us. This attack was proof she is toying with us."

​"Ma'am, we have a prisoner," ​an out of breath soldier told me when he gathered himself after running to find me. I turned toward Captain Morse. "Seems our fortunes have changed." To the soldier I replied, ​"Have our prisoner brought to me, I very much like to have a word with the prisoner." ​When the soldier was out of earshot, Captain Morse said, "The prisoner will not betray his comrades." Starring hard at Captain Morse I said, ​"You leave that to me, Captain."
 

Poe

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​Licking the prisoner's blood from a smashed nose off my hand whilst rolling my eyes back in an orgasmic sensation, I heard him plea for mercy. ​"Mercy? Give me the next location of the supply caravan and you shall have mercy," I replied. He shook his head. "Very well." ​Unrolling a canvas bag, I retrieved a small dagger whose blade was perfect for cutting through flesh, it was my favourite blade of the lot. I grabbed his hand, watching him squirm in his bonds as he thought he could break from the tree I crucified him to. I dragged the blade across his flesh, resurrecting droplets of small blood on his dirty hand. Then I removed his index finger, basking in his screams as I plopped the small chunk of flesh into my mouth.

​"The location?" ​Another head shake. ​"You should know before I continue, I find great pleasure in this" My stomach was rewarded with another finger. "You have eight left before I move to the more tastier parts. The location?" When he shook his head again, I removed his entire hand and held it in front of his eyes. ​"Your plea for mercy is dying on my ears. The Location?" The man breathed heavy before saying, ​"Ok, ok. Please stop and I'll tell you."

I cut off his right ear taking a bite. "I'm listening." ​He told me the next location was at a river that forked around a hill with a singular tree atop it. "Was that so hard? Now I shall give you the mercy you seek." ​With the blade I slit his throat, cupping the flowing blood in my hand. I lapped up the blood and removed his eyes for later.
 

Poe

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​In spite of the Captain's protests that the prisoner had lied, we found the tree and, most importantly, the caravan. I looked over at the Captian watching with delight as he lowered his head in defeat. The caravan was occupied with unloading some gear, completely unaware we had snuck up on them. ​"We blitzkrieg them! Killing them all," ​I told the Captain, silently making it known it was time for him to take his position with his troops; and that he fell out of favor with me.

​This would be a battle, and such it called for the Sith Sword rather than the Sith Whip. I been practicing with the sword, and still not as comfortable with it than I was with the whip, I was still a force of nature. I gave the signal and my troops charged the caravan, while the Captain's troops gave us cover by providing both covering and distracting fire. The caravan's boys and girls were caught off guard, most dying in the first volley shots. The remaining recovered quickly, setting up a defensive perimeter that dropped some of my troops. But the surprise attack was on our side, and we were among their ranks turning a potential firefight into a close quarters engagement.
 

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