CIS Episodes: I shall walk through the valley of death...

Eternal Fallen Angel · Oct 25, 2019

I shall walk through the valley of death...

Coming out of hyperspace with a resounding boom caused the redhead leader of the Dauntless Legion to look up from her holopad, scanning the briefing room as the men and women that made up this mismatched squad of individuals entered into the room. The general gave one last look over the details of the briefing before standing and approaching the circular holotable. She allowed the squad to finish any lingering conversations that they might be having before clearing her throat, attempting to grab the attention of everyone in the room. Once everyone was quieted down to her satisfaction, the sounds of buttons being pressed now filled the silent room, up until a hologram picture of a small cargo ship appeared above the holotable.

Making a motion to the holoprojection, the general began the briefing, knowing at this point that was what the squad was awaiting. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. In front of you, you see the cargo ship the Royal Command. A week ago, this ship disappeared with a hull full of Dauntless supplies and gear that were on their way to resupply one of the border outposts. It disappeared without a trace, and we have no idea what happened to it, or where it could have possibly disappeared to.” She paused, taking a moment to press a few more buttons on the holotable, causing the image to change from the Royal Command to a planet. It had a greenish coloring and plenty of mountain ranges could be seen dotting the surface of the planet.

The squad was allowed to get a good look at the planet before Luna’s voice cut through the light chatter they might be having. “Two days go, however, the emergency beacon for the Royal Command switched on. And, as you might have guessed, it is coming from the planet we just arrived at, Rannon.” With a flick of the switch while speaking, a red dot began to flash near one of the mountain ranges, one that looked to have a long divet in the earth running parallel to it. Pointing to flashing red dot, she gave a little nod to the group. “That is where the emergency signal from the ship is orginiting from, and that's where you’re being sent to investigate. We already have a ministry operative on the surface getting the lay of the land for you all.”

General Terrik took a step back, switching off the holoprojector, then took a few steps forward to address the group in a more personal area to sum up the meeting. Her eyes met each and every one of the squads, making sure they knew the severity of the situation they were about to walk into. Her tone conveyed that as well when her voice finally cut through the silence. “Rannon is not a Confederacy planet. That means this mission is by no means sanctioned by the Exarchs or anyone in high command officially. If you die, or fail, there will be no one to come pick up your bodies.” The words lingered in the air for a few moments, the redhead allowing them to take home in everyone’s minds then continued. “No one down there know you are on official Confederacy business. And it should stay that way. High command has interest in this planet, and we will not allow the failure of this mission to deter those plans. Your job is to get to the planet, meet up with the operative, and find out what happened to the Royal Command.”

With their briefing laid out, the warning firmly planted in the squad’s minds, and their orders given, the commander took two steps backward and assumed a position of attention. With a jerk of her head toward the door, the meeting was assumedly finished, especially as her voice rang clear one last time. “Unless you have any questions, there is a shuttle waiting for you in the hanger." The general of the Dauntless forces let out one, long breath before offering just one last peace of advice for the brave souls. "Good luck, and don’t fail.”

Yet I will fear no evil.

Tess Valnora · Oct 25, 2019

Equipment: Oathkeeper, SMG, Shadow's Sting, SPG-12, Phrik Knife, Shotosaber, Electrostaff

Wear: Norris Root Coat, Utility Belt, (X)

Tess sat, elbows on her knees as she intently listened to every word the redheaded commander had to say. While she listened, she contemplated possible reasonings behind the disappearance of the vessel: Pirates? First guess any politician would make, but without the distress beacon being set off the ship was most likely taken over by professionals who had snuck aboard, or some type of mutiny. Though the last one seemed a little absurd. An even more absurd idea that popped into the young Crow’s mind came from a history holo she remembered reading a long time ago. A mind controlling parasite that would take over people and turn them into a hive mind that did the bidding of a Geonosian Queen. “That’s crazy.” She said out loud accidentally as General Terrik finished her small spiel on this being a non-sanctioned op. She quickly covered her mouth hoping nobody had heard that as it may have sounded like sarcasm to them. The General didn’t appear to notice as she kept talking about the mission.

After General Terrik finished, Tess sat and waited for the rest of the small group to ask any questions. She had one or two, but she thought they were not horribly important. Sitting up she raised her left hand slightly, “Thea Sraah. What, if I may ask, was the Royal Command carrying exactly? Weapon types? Armors? Droids? Supplies? I only ask, in case we are to run into the individuals who stole the ship, what they might possibly be using against us from our own inventories.” She made sure to name herself with the alias she had used when signing up for the mission. The roster had everyone’s name on it making introducing herself not entirely necessary. She was just trying to be polite after her small outburst earlier.

Tess then stayed attentive waiting for an answer to her question and any other questions the group might have. She planned to make her way straight to the shuttle once all questions had been either answered or denied due to classification.

Subject 73 Red · Oct 25, 2019

[member="Dain Vikaar"] [member="Tess Valnora"] @Taliara [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Luna Terrik"]

Red yawned. He was genuinely bored. Even though he was on a high stakes black ops mission, he had done this before. Blah blah blah, dangerous, blah blah blah, don't get caught, blah blah blah, secret. It was the same old stuff he had done since being grown in the lab. His entire childhood was training towards black ops missions. That was the life of an experiment. Red had gone on countless missions like this. It was starting to get repetitive.

Red listened to the general speak. Yep, it was exactly like the other missions he went on. This was going to be easy.

Red looked around the room. He had worked with a couple of these people before. The rest, he had read whatever files he could read about them, except the Crows and other intelligence units. They had nothing in their official files, but there was always something, even if it wasn't official.

Then, Red turned his head to the girl that blurted something out. It appeared to be that she was deep in thought, and she accidentally let something slip. Judging by her reaction, she thought no one had heard her, but nothing escaped Red's genetically enhanced senses.

Red listened to the question [member="Tess Valnora"] asked. He agreed. The last thing he wanted to do was to enter a ship transporting heavy artillery.

"I agree with Miss Sraah's question here. What kind of cargo is on that ship?" Red asked. He didn't bother with stating his name. If they wanted to know it, they would ask.

Tallara · Oct 25, 2019

Location: Refitted Pelta-class frigate "Consul" in orbit of Rannon, briefing room

Equipment: Obsidian-type Strike Armorhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/129383-project-garuda-obsidian-type-strike-armor/, modified DL-44, .48-caliber Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Knight Obsidian Sword (specific image), vibroblade

I should be doing this alone.

Tallara, too, had seen this before. She'd gone on all kinds of dangerous missions. It'd begun to get repetitive, but routine kept her strong, kept her smart. That was why while the other various people asked pointless questions about what the cargo was she realized something. The little thought wormed its way into her mind and permeated every moment as the general explained the situation.

She wasn't going in alone.

If this had been the 'normal' odd occurrence of a possible threat to the Confederacy, they wouldn't be sending in some kind of special black ops group. She knew any of the members of the Knights Obsidian would be perfectly able to locate the vessel and arrive there. Even requesting that Rannon's government allow the Confederacy to send a retrieval team would've been fine under normal circumstances. After all, they had no idea what had happened and thus had no real reason to send in a black ops squad right off the bat.

Unless, of course, they weren't telling them something.

Tallara couldn't say she trusted the Confederacy's military command quite as much after the betrayal at Apatros -- especially since the general currently giving her orders had been one of the soldiers sent against the Knights Obsidian that day. There was something more to this story. But from what she could tell, Terrik wasn't hiding anything. Tallara wasn't infallible, but her senses kept her prepared for anything...

There were, of course, some things she didn't need the Force to sense. Her eyes settled on the yawning child up near the front. The woman finally shifted from her position at the back, leaning against the wall -- she might've been mistaken for a shadow by a passerby. Her tail just barely scraped the floor as she moved forward, leaning forward behind the soldier. "Don't get cocky," she said simply. A moment later she'd disappeared towards the hangar.

So many questions, so few answers. All she could do was be ready for anything.

Haastal Haran · Oct 26, 2019

[member="Tess Valnora"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Tallara"] |

Listening to: This

Location: Main Hangar

He'd skipped the briefing.

Haastal had volunteered to act as the pilot for this mission, so he'd spent the past hour or so getting the shuttle prepared for departure. Haastal had his buy'ce clipped to his waist and was moving from the rear of the shuttle when he saw a red light on the control panel turn yellow. "Looks like it's gonna be time to move out soon." He muttered, pulling a cigarra from the console and slipping the cylinder in between his teeth.

"'bout damn time." He muttered.

"Let's get chit movin'." Haastal grabbed the side of the bulkhead, vaulting over a crate to get him into the back of the cargo bay. Half of the mission's necessary supplies had been kept in the back, along with all of Haastal's chit. He kicked the crates back from the passenger's seats while looking around the bay. "Aw kark..." He opened one of the crates and gazed at the weaponry that had been tightly packed inside of the container. The assault rifles were a new model freshly shipped from Geonosis, they were all tha rage from what Haastal had heard, but still not what he was looking for.

Pushing them aside, he found a similar container filled with blaster pistols. Just like the last crate he scoffed and pushed it away.

Where the hell is it?! He mused.

After a few more minutes of searching, Haastal stumbled upon a magnetically sealed case that had been stuck underneath two of the supply crates. "Finally." He said, before taking the case into his armored hands. When he opened it, the case was filled with a number of small cylinders. They were incendiary explosive devices, usually used for guerilla warfare, but even that was not what Haastal was after. In the corner of the case was a small dip, where a spool of wire was supposed to go. Instead there was a lighter sitting cozily in the slot. Haastal pulled the lighter from the slot and ignited the flame. While cradling the explosives in his arms he lit his cigarra, letting out a sigh of relief when he could finally exhale a small cloud into the air above him.

"Ok, now we're ready."

Dain Vikaar · Oct 27, 2019

[member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Tess Valnora"] | [member="Luna Terrik"]

Location: Refitted Pelta-class frigate "Consul" in orbit of Rannon, briefing room

Dain rarely found himself in these situations. Rarely found himself plucked from the billions that called Confederate space home to be of service on a mission of this magnitude. Rarely found himself outside of work cashing in on some bounty hung over someone somewhere in the galaxy. But here he was. Standing among others that had similarly seen themselves plucked from the citizen pool of the Confederacy for one reason or another. Did each possess a particular skill set that saw themselves uniquely suited for whatever mission this was that they were about to partake in? Or was it simply because each was expendable. Non-vital and wouldn’t be able to be tracked back to Confederacy command should this whole ordeal take a turn for the worst? Whatever it was that they were exactly doing here.

He found himself in a lean-to stance against a wall in the briefing room, arms crossed over his chest, where four individuals in addition to himself had taken up. Four unique personnel and he could only put a name to one of their faces. The General, [member="Luna Terrik"], a soldier he’d served under once upon a time, but had since sought separation from the Dauntless Legion in pursuit of his current occupation as a bounty hunter and freelance mercenary. Whether or not she would recognize him from all those years ago was trivial and bore no value to the setting. The others gathered? He wouldn’t be able to place even a single name to one of their faces and that was perfectly fine with him.

This room had a familiar feel to it. The briefing. And the quality of the company they held here. It was all something he’d seen before. Seen if his life as both a serviceman and his time since. He gut feeling from earlier felt even more assured now. Those that had been chosen had been so not only because of their particular skill sets, but because of their expendability as well. It actually brought a grim smile to his face. He even let loose a small, barely audible chuckle when this Thea character demanded to know what was in the abducted shipment. Such information, in his experience, was need to know only. And if they’d not specified directly during the meeting, it was likely something they wanted to keep quiet about. Possible experimental or prototype equipment. Equipment and supplies of the classified variety.

Still, though, he did not budge from his position and instead remained, keenly listening and observing what would be his team members moving forward in this mission.

Luna Terrik · Oct 27, 2019

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A couple of things immediately came to her mind as she looked over the group of individuals after her speech. Chief among them was that the Mandalorian pilot that she knew was apart of this squad was not here. Not that she was surprised, in complete honesty. The Mandalorian’s she had worked with in the past weren’t exactly the closest rule followers. But then again, if one was to examine this mission from an outside perspective, it wasn’t one that necessarily needed the closet rule followers anyway. He fit in, surprisingly.

For a moment, her eyes flicked to the one of the squad members, [member="Dain Vikaar"], and gave him a small nod once the meeting was over. Even if he had left the dauntless, he had been discharged honorably, and there was no hard feelings that Luna harbored toward the man. He deserved some curtsy from her, even if a nod was the most she could do in these moments. It was from there that she listened to the final questions a few of the squad members had, taking a small breath before beginning her answer.

“There wasn’t much on that aside from armor, foodstuffs, and a few crates of brand new assault rifles. However.” She paused for a few moments, taking a look at the manifest that she had pulled up on her holopad before continuing. “There are some documents on that ship I would like recovered. If you can recover everything by taking the ship and flying it off that planet, great. But the documents, such as future resupply schedules and some military doctrine books, are things that I would like recovered. While they may not seem like the most impressive or necessary things, they are important to continued development of certain plans the Confederacy has moving forward.”

While it might seem like there would be something else to be said, that’s where Luna ended it. The squad didn’t need to know the specifics about what was on the documents, just that they needed to be recovered. If they could find out the reason the ship had been disappeared in the first place too, that would be preferable. As the group proceeded out to where she assumed the Mandalorian was getting the shuttle ready, the general gave one last reminder of their mission objectives. “To reiterate, your mission is to find out what happened to the Royal Command, recover those documents, and recover the whole ship, if possible. Your contract will meet you planetside at the starport. Good luck.”

Nyx N1X3 · Oct 27, 2019

Objective: Await Recovery Team's Arrival
Appearance: Standard
Equipment: Jackal Sniper Rifle (railgun), Hook & Wire Launcher, Anti-personnel mines, Security bypass keys, Portable Surveillence
Tag: [member="Dain Vikaar"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Tess Valnora"] | [member="Luna Terrik"]

If you sought a large crowd to get lost in... If you sought a bustling city full of endless consumer goods and materials... If you were looking for the most modern skyline lacking in vegetation... Rannon was not the planet you sought out. They were not hovels or squat towns lost in the wilderness, but neither did the cities sprawl across the face of the world as so many galactic civilizations were want to do. Over the centuries the government had changed in size and importance, but it still retained a measure of its united territories governance with a centralized, representative council. Their controlled growth and sculpted city-states were the result of judicious -- some would say draconian -- management of immigrants. They lacked the desire to become the next city-planet and much preferred the lush of their forests to the choking smog of so many other worlds.

It had therefore been a trifle ordeal to arrange a station on Rannon's surface. Their skepticism had only been heightened by the nature of the one that had sought permission to tarry for an extended period. An organic seeking to tarry was one thing; a droid was just a reflection of the galactic civilization that would gladly swallow them and everything they owned. None of which deterred Nyx, however.

Accustomed to skepticism or outright disdain, the droid had offered to look into a few matters the local government hadn't personnel or resources to do in exchange for consideration of her stay. The original business that brought her to Rannon was in search of a Bounty. Yes, the planet did not have an endless sea of faces, but it also lacked an endless array of cameras. With mountains and forests covering the world there was a great deal of space someone could find shelter in living on humble means. Such a search would take some time.

How long had the operative been planet-side? Officially, two days. The first day would not have been terribly productive as there was the matter of arranging permission, acquiring transportation, eluding tails, and getting near the location of the beacon. There'd be plenty of time once the trivial was dealt with, however, to acquire information for the team that would be following in the droid's wake.

When the time approached said team would be arriving, the droid made its way back to the small spaceport that ferried goods to and from the planet. It was a very large world. They could capture a reclusive Bounty more easily would more eyes and hands -- another hard sell with the local government, but Nyx won them in the end with a few assurances. It hardly seemed difficult to promise there would be no "rowdy, drunken orgies" after all. Members of the team would be too busy to destroy a local tavern.

Nyx stood before the landing bay with a dark hood and cloak hiding her mechanical existence from the locals. The cowl hid enough where a passing glance at the lower half of her face could pass for humanoid. It was not intended to conceal her makeup, but to... how did the council put it? Make it so her appearance was not a constant reminder of the sapient, electronic intelligence. They'd used the word "artificial," but she hardly found her intelligence artificial. If anything, it was enhanced or superior, but Nyx didn't attempt to inform anyone of that fact -- she hardly saw the need for them to attempt to degrade it so they felt better about themselves.

The sniper rifle strapped across her back stood out despite her attire, however. City folk just had to accept there was a hunter among them. It was for their own good that this 'Bounty' be found and excised from their world, after all.

Subject 73 Red · Oct 28, 2019

[member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Tallara"] [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Tess Valnora"] [member="Luna Terrik"]

Red nodded to General Terrik's briefing on what was in the ship. Great, there wasn't much. Which rose another question, why would anyone want to steal it? But Red kept that to himself, as he was 95% sure that everyone else was thinking the same thing.

"Copy that. We'll get your ship back. If not, we'll at least get those documents and make a good explosion." Red said.

Then, a voice whispered in his ear. He whipped around, and noticed [member="Tallara"] slipping away. Red realized that she was heading to the hangar. Red followed her.

When Red reached the hangar, he noticed their ship. When Red approached it, he recognized a familiar face. He saw [member="Haastal Verd"] . Red had worked with this Mandalorian before.

"Verd! I didn't know that you were on this mission. What are you doing here? I didn't see you at the briefing." Red called out.

Tess Valnora · Oct 28, 2019

Tess realized she wasn't going to get any other specifics out of the General and decided not to push the question. She could tell by the answer she had received that something was being left out. Most likely it was what the documents were. The Crow wasn't horribly concerned about those, but they might have some useful information for the Ministry depending on their contents. Maybe she would have to make a copy and send it to the ministry. She stood up and before turning to the door to leave thanked General Terrik.

Tess never liked military officers, they never told you everything. Then again the Ministry was the same way, only if the Ministry deemed you didn't need the information you didn't need the information. Officers were a different case, they would pick and choose information they thought you didn't need even if you did need it. But Tess was sure if she had thirty minutes alone with the general she could extract all the information she needed for the mission. Not that she was thinking of hurting anyone.

The Crow was behind the soldier who had left before her, but turned down a hallway she knew wasn't heading for the hangar. Making sure she hadn't been seen or followed she stepped into a side room where she saw a console. Closing the door she connected a spike device to help her quickly hack the console's passwords to get into the database. There she drew a minimalist dossier's of the people she was with based on pictures and names she had obtained earlier. She hadn't worked with any of them before, and still planned on asking names as a formality, but she just had to know.

Name: Subject 73 "Red"
Known Occupation: Freelancer

Name: Dain Vikaar
Known Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Name: Haastal Verd
Known Occupation: Black Bha'lir - Grimnir

Name: Tallara
Known Occupation: Knights Obsidian - Pathfinder

Name: [REDACTED] Thea Sraah
Known Occupation: Ministry of Secrets - Crow

When Tess was satisfied, she pulled her device, clearing her data trail and exited the room. She then made her way to the hangar where she saw their transportation prepping for take off. She made her way to the ramp of the ship and after waiting for the exchange between 73 and the man she had recently identified as Haastal asked the Mandalorian, "Name's Thea, need any help getting her ready to depart? Or is she ready to go?" her voice came out sing-songish as grabbing the sling of her B-2 rifle with her left hand and extending her right for a handshake she waited for the pilot to acknowledge and reply.

Tallara · Oct 29, 2019

Location: Refitted Pelta-class frigate "Consul" in orbit of Rannon, briefing room

Equipment: Obsidian-type Strike Armorhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/129383-project-garuda-obsidian-type-strike-armor/, modified DL-44, .48-caliber Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Knight Obsidian Sword (specific image), vibroblade

I'm not a fan of working with liars.

The distinct lack of trust was what truly hurt Tallara. If she'd been working with a team of Knights on this operation, she'd happily share her concerns, theories, even the small pouch of snacks she'd brought. She'd packed a good lunch for herself, tucked away in one of her armor's many pouches. Not that she'd tell this crew of misfits which one it was in; it was clear that they didn't much trust her. Maybe it was her fault, she had yet to introduce herself, but the other woman in the group insisted on lying about her name so consistently that Tallara wasn't in the mood for introductions.

The woman's tail scraped lightly against the floor as she moved through the ship and to the hangar, her eyes finally settling on their shuttle, and the apparent pilot. At least there were two people who were mildly familiar with each other on the ship. She'd only recognized one person, mostly because that person had the rather distinct intent of planning to kill -- or at least, capture -- her and her compatriots. That had not been a fun time.

"Let's get moving," she said crisply, waving her hand at the Mandalorian pilot. She strolled up the landing ramp and into the shuttle, taking up the co-pilot's seat. Soon enough they'd be gliding through the void towards Rannon's surface... and all Tallara could think of was how much smoother this could be if they hadn't been so brazenly mixed together without time to adjust.

Subject 73 Red · Oct 29, 2019

[member="Tallara"] [member="Tess Valnora"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Dain Vikaar"]

Red entered the shuttle and stood by the exit ramp. One of the commando droids on Red's squad came up to him. They talked quietly to each other, low enough so that someone would have to stand right next to them and obviously show that they were trying to listen to be able to hear them discussing. They were in reality discussing the mission. Red already had 15 different plans for this mission. He was a special forces agent, he excelled at these undercover missions. Red and the commando droid were talking about a quick evac. Red had also thought of escape routes. Red and the droid nodded. The commando droid walked off, and Red turned to the other people in the ship.

"So," He said, "Who's squad leader once we get down there? I also want to know everyone's strengths and skills, so we can assign specialties to squad members."

Dain Vikaar · Oct 31, 2019

[member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Tess Valnora"] | [member="Luna Terrik"]

Location: Refitted Pelta-class frigate "Consul" in orbit of Rannon; Hangar

A pish posh of sentient beings, none of which really knew anything in particular of the other, certainly made for quite the uneasy team. Each a different set of skills. Each a different collection of tools and abilities. Each a different depth of experience and knowledge. And they’d been pieced together for a particular reason; it wasn’t by chance that each was here. The Confederacy wouldn’t stoop to the level of simply pulling names from a hat. That just wasn’t their way and with his experience of having once been a part of its official ranks, he knew this better than most.

Time hadn’t afforded any kind of proper acknowledgment between Dain and the General - no briefness to be allocated - and therefore no chance for any proper reintroduction to each other. Instead, execution of the mission swiftly moved upon them, and just as the others had, Dain pushed himself upright and stepped in the direction of the hangar. The two rifles he carried were slung haphazardly across his back, crossing in the form of an “X.” The melee, baton-like item was stowed along the simple utility belt that spanned his waist, snuggly fastened next to his right hip.

He gave off a slight pft sound as his eyes then fell upon a familiar face. [member="Haastal Verd"]. The man simply never failed to show up when he was least expected. And having been since that one job they’d taken under the mantle of what had been called the Black Bha’lir on that insignificant backwater planet so long ago, Dain had wondered when the two old friends would cross paths again. Now was as good a time as any it seemed.

A mocking smile marked Dain’s face as his eyes would come to lock with the Mandalorian’s, followed by a slight shake of his head and a gruff laugh. ‘Just like old times,’ he thought to himself as his approach continued toward the shuttle that was running through its various pre-flight operations checks, the occasional droid seen scurrying across the durasteel of the well kept hangar bay floor. ‘Just like old times, indeed. Late to the party because of his likely misplacing of something.’

Haastal Haran · Oct 31, 2019

"This ship is a piece of chit." Haastal muttered, kicking the control panel with his armored boot. The panel came to life with an azure glow as the impact caused the mechanisms to finally work right. The Mandalorian could see people beginning to funnel inside of the hangar, he didn't pay them much attention. The shuttle had the thick odor of cigarra smoke, trailing from the lit cylinder that hung loosely in Haastal's lips. The first person to emerge was a blue-skinned woman. She seemed young enough, but she obviously wasn't a human, so there was no real telling just how old this chick was.

The next person to enter was a familiar one. [member="Subject 73 Red"]. He'd been one of the shock troopers under Haastal's command during his last mission. Haastal didn't have too much opinion of the man, but he didn't seem to be an idiot at least.

"Sup Red." Haastal said, giving the man a tilt of his head in greeting. When Red called him Verd, Haastal chuckled. He was still getting used to his Mandalorian name. "Call me Haastal, man." He told him, before tapping his armored hand on the hull of the ship. "Nah. I skipped the briefing to get this thing ready." He told the Commando. Haastal took a deep drag from his cigarra before pinching the embers on the tip of the cylinder. Before Haastal could continue, another newcomer walked towards the ship. [member="Tess Valnora"] caught the man's eye when she entered the hangar, but he didn't know she would be on the mission too. "We're good to go, just waiting on General Terrik." He said, slapping his hand against hers in a slightly less formal greeting than she was probably expecting. "Come on, ya'll hop in and take a seat."

Haastal was going to turn back into the ship when he heard an all too familiar voice. [member="Dain Vikaar"] caused Haastal to snort in response, "Man, you havn't gotten your ass shot yet?" He joked, before walking over to the man, racking his knuckles over Dain's shoulder.

"What you been up to Dain?" Her asked, before leaning against the bulkhead of the shuttle.

Subject 73 Red · Oct 31, 2019

[member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Dain Vikaar"] [member="Tallara"] [member="Tess Valnora"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Luna Terrik"]

Red nodded to Haastal's response.

"Yes, Commande- um- Haastal." Red said, correcting himself. As he was raised to be a supersoldier, he wasn't really used to the customs of normal people, as usually in the military to refer to someone as, "sir", their rank, or their last name. And Red had been raised to follow that. He was still getting adjusted to outside the military.

Red noticed at the amount of people speaking with Haastal. "You're quite popular, aren't you, Haastal?" Red asked.

Then, Red noticed the one that had told him to not be cocky, [member="Tallara"] . Red's red eyes seemed to scan her, and that is pretty accurate. He wasn't scanning her like how a droid would, but by taking in the smallest details of body language. It was one of Red's special skills given to him by the scientists that experimented with his genes at birth. Red could tell that she didn't trust any, or at least most of the people on the team, of the people here. Red judged by her posture that she felt like she was being lied to, most likely especially the Ministry of Secrets agent, [member="Tess Valnora"] . Red could tell by some strange anomalies in her files that they were made up, though they were made up quite well. Hmm, Red would have to inform the Ministry to do a better job when making up cover stories. Red thought that him and [member="Tallara"] had gotten off on the wrong foot, and he knew that team coalition was key. So, he approached her in the co-pilot seat.

"I feel as if we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm Agent Red. Special Forces. I'll be on your team on the mission." Red said crisp, brief, and to the point. He also held out his hand. he knew that that was a form of greeting in many "normal" beings. Red had to pick it up from other people, as he didn't really learn much about courtesy in the labs and in his grueling combat training as a kid. The first time someone held out their hand to Red to shake, he responded as if he was being attacked, and let's just say that it didn't end too well.

Luna Terrik · Oct 31, 2019

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Soon after watching the final few operatives leave the briefing room, Luna was quick to pack up her things and head to the bridge, where she would be running communications for this mission. The walk from the briefing room to the bridge wasn’t the longest, but it should have given the squad time to get acquainted and loaded onto the shuttle. At least, that’s what the redhead hoped. They would be with each other for at least a day or so. Hopefully they could tolerate each other that long. It was like throwing a bunch of rival personalities together, and just hoping that they all worked out. They didn’t have to like each other, just tolerate each other.

When she made it to the bridge, she gave each of the officers a quick nod before taking her position at the holotable. With a few button presses, she opened up a comm channel with the shuttle, just in time to hear the Mandalorian call it a piece of chit. She couldn’t help the eye roll and small sigh, but let the group finish speaking before cutting in. “Alright, you are cleared to take off. Your contact will meet you once you are on the planet.”

Soon, the group would be taking off and heading to the planet, landing in the spaceport closest to the location of the Royal Command. Hopefully this squad was ready for waited below, though everything after the moment they left the ship was officially off the record. They would either return as conquerors, or die as mysteries.

Dain Vikaar · Nov 1, 2019

[member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Tess Valnora"] | [member="Luna Terrik"]

Location: Refitted Pelta-class frigate "Consul" in orbit of Rannon; Hangar

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“Just taking it a job at a time, my old friend.” Dain’s words would come across friendly enough, but carried a bit of sarcasm behind them; it was just kind of that relationship the two had between one another. They were close enough to joke and pick at each other, without overly provoking the other. Certainly, a rare quality quality found in today’s increasingly violent galaxy. “You know? Actually making a living instead of freeloading everything like a certain bucket I seem to know.” He laughed after his friendly jeer to his old friend slapping his hand down to the man’s shoulder.

“So tell me,” he began, now stepping toward the shuttle’s ramp, “Regretting changing out the brain for the bucket yet?” Haastal taking up the Resol’nare and the Mandalorian way was something Dain always picked at the man about. It had been an offer extended to him once upon a time, but one he denied. Too many rules for his liking and really he preferred to make his own. Choose who he wanted to aid him, no matter their stance with the Force or political allegiance. It was simply something, from his point of view, that was severely lacking with what he knew of the collective of honor bound warriors. And he by no means wanted to sit back and try to learn yet another language. Such a thing was simply absurd.

As he stepped up the ramp and into the shuttle, he once again rejoined the others, but didn’t open a conversation with any of them. Instead he chose to continue to sit back and observed from what distance he could create. Moments later, the General’s words would echo across.

Tallara · Nov 1, 2019

Location: Refitted Nu-class transport "Venture" en route the surface of Rannon, cockpit

Equipment: Obsidian-type Strike Armorhttps://starwarsrp.net/topic/129383-project-garuda-obsidian-type-strike-armor/, modified DL-44, .48-caliber Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Knight Obsidian Sword (specific image), vibroblade

This is barely a team.

"You think you're really good, huh?" Tallara, of course, thought she was fantastic -- within her comfort zone of course. She knew herself well enough, and she knew the Force well enough. She wasn't a lab experiment, nor a super soldier, but with the Force she didn't need to stare at another person to tell how they were feeling or thinking. Still, she could recognize that the man at least had minimal social skills. Capable of growth more than what he was meant to be; just a nameless soldier. Red wasn't a very good name. Not very creative, either.

"Unfortunately this is not a special forces mission, this is black ops. As soon as an operative starts thinking they're too good, too smart, they get killed. This mission is more dangerous than you think." Her eyes didn't waver from the control board as she prepped the vessel for takeoff -- their pilot had yet to enter the cockpit. "And I don't want anyone getting killed." She pretended not to notice the hand; after all she was more focused on what she was doing. Formalities had gone out the window as soon as the spy had started talking, and Tallara didn't need more to think about on this mission. It was tough enough to reconcile all the differences in skill, doctrine, and tactics between the members of this little group.

Still, this needed handling, so she let out a small sigh and turned to look at the man. "Look kid. I don't hate you, but I don't know you, either, which means you have to know yourself. Start getting serious about this. We're not at a meet and greet, and I'm certain this assignment isn't going to be a walk in the park, so you've got to be at the top of your game if you want to keep up with whoever took down our ship down there. Get focused. Got it?" She stared into his eyes for a moment before she turned back, settling into her seat and pulling her mask and hood into place, obscuring her head. "Go take a seat."

"Haastal, let's get moving," she called back to their pilot. No point in delaying any longer. She'd be able to fly this perfectly on her own; it wasn't as if they were in combat... yet. That was why they'd need a good pilot. Hopefully they had a good pilot.

Subject 73 Red · Nov 1, 2019

[member="Tess Valnora"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Dain Vikaar"]

Red smiled. Her response was everything he would have said. They had more in common than what she might think. Red had examined the other teammates thoroughly. He had worked with some of the people here, and he could figure out the skills of the others. This one, [member="Tallara"] , was apparently sure of her strengths. Red was curious to see if all that talk is true.

"I don't think I'm good, ma'am, I know I'm good." Red replied. "Sort of like how you feel about yourself. We both know our skills, and so do others, that's why we've been put on this mission. So maybe you shouldn't go judging me when you're exactly like that."

"I'm better than what you might think. Like I said, I was sent on this mission for a reason. I've been raised and trained since day one of my existence, and I'm 26. I know it's dangerous, that's why I'm here. I'm a commando, ma'am, I can handle a lot, and I know I'm not invincible, that's why I'm careful."

Red continued, "I've also read your file, ma'am. I'm a commando, and you're a Pathfinder. If anything, I can handle as much as you can. I've been on plenty of missions like this, most of the time alone. And every time, there was no evidence anything ever happened. So, ma'am, maybe you should take a second to step back and take in the bigger picture, you might be missing some important intel. Also, you can't go on about me thinking stuff about me, according to your file, you barely even know who you are."

"Kid? Ma'am, I'm 26, and it appears to me that we're about the same age. Besides, we're more alike in more ways than one, you just can't see it yet. You're not the only one that can use the Force." Red told her.

"Besides, I can already tell you one thing that we share in common." Red said. Then, his voice dropped, "We both don't trust the Crow." He said, quietly, referring to [member="Tess Valnora"] .

Red nodded to her order to take a seat. "Yes ma'am. Just remember, no names once we're down there. Just codenames and numbers. I'm 73. Also, don't rule me out just yet, I might surprise you." And on that note, Red walked to a drop seat, and he sat down in one.

Red started going through his inventory of weapons. Knives, guns, grenades, poison darts, sonic weapon, flamethrower, flashbangs, smoke grenades, tranquilizers, and even detonators for the bigger bombs in his pack.

Tess Valnora · Nov 2, 2019

Tess didn’t feel slighted when the pilot didn’t shake her extended hand. She saw that many of the crew knew him from one place or another and he was too busy to do anything else. Since Haastal said they were prepped and ready to go she walked up the ramp instead of hanging around. The shuttle wasn’t the most luxurious thing she had seen in her life. But as long as it got them to the mission and back, she didn’t care what it looked like.

There wasn’t much for her to do as she waited for the ship to leave the hangar, so she unslung her rifle from her back and sat down on one of the many available seats and started inspecting her gear. While she did that, she noticed Red and Tallara talking amongst themselves. “Am I the only one here who doesn’t know someone from past experiences?” she thought to herself, keeping her ears open and her eyes down on her weapon giving off the appearance of being busy inspecting her gear. From the way they were talking it sounded like almost a friendly argument of who was better than the other. But then Red got really quiet, and Tess couldn’t hear what he had to say. Probably for the better, her job as a Crow was to eliminate high priority targets, not so much eve’s drop on people’s private conversations.

CIS Episodes: I shall walk through the valley of death...

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Crow

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R A I D E R

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loyal to what

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Dain Vikaar

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