Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
OOC/ With the Treaty of Telos, Fringe and the Republic have tentatively entered a period of TOR-style Cold War, so I've put together a little TOR-style thread. Nothing that'll shake the foundations of international politics, just some good ol'fashioned skullduggery. What happens next is up to all of us -- I'm not the kind to plot threads out in advance, certainly not public ones.
IC/ Metellos was a Republic world, a deadly world to the powerless. Its population rivaled Coruscant, but apart from a handful of high-walled or even floating enclaves, that population lived in a very large slum.
There were few better places to hide a communications interceptor. A Ranger transceiver, to be precise, an evolution of the same technology that had once let Imperial Star Destroyers monitor high-profile comm traffic for a hundred light-years around, including the Coruscant system. And from there, one could get started on decrypting it.
Successfully getting the Ranger transceiver to a hidden location, deep in the slums, required that nothing go irreparably wrong. The transceiver's core components filled an immense hovertruck that wound its way through the topmost levels of the slums. Bandanna over her mouth, hood low over her eyes, lightsabres at her hips beneath a cape, Rave rode in the hovertruck's passenger seat.
"Feth," said the driver, "we're getting flagged down."
Rave didn't exactly blare the Dark Side. There were benefits to not being terribly strong in the Force. The speeder was all legal. Maybe a brake light was out...or maybe the jig was up. "All right, pull over. Let's see what we're dealing with. Cop? Jedi?"
"Can't tell."
IC/ Metellos was a Republic world, a deadly world to the powerless. Its population rivaled Coruscant, but apart from a handful of high-walled or even floating enclaves, that population lived in a very large slum.
There were few better places to hide a communications interceptor. A Ranger transceiver, to be precise, an evolution of the same technology that had once let Imperial Star Destroyers monitor high-profile comm traffic for a hundred light-years around, including the Coruscant system. And from there, one could get started on decrypting it.
Successfully getting the Ranger transceiver to a hidden location, deep in the slums, required that nothing go irreparably wrong. The transceiver's core components filled an immense hovertruck that wound its way through the topmost levels of the slums. Bandanna over her mouth, hood low over her eyes, lightsabres at her hips beneath a cape, Rave rode in the hovertruck's passenger seat.
"Feth," said the driver, "we're getting flagged down."
Rave didn't exactly blare the Dark Side. There were benefits to not being terribly strong in the Force. The speeder was all legal. Maybe a brake light was out...or maybe the jig was up. "All right, pull over. Let's see what we're dealing with. Cop? Jedi?"
"Can't tell."
