Dominion Deja Vu | First Order Dominion of Lutrillia

[Aithche Wierz]

Even though she'd been expecting a voice, Aithche still tensed at the sound of it. She let out a breath and lowered her hands carefully. "Thanks" she said in the same low voice. She turned towards the sound of it, making out a shape in the shadows. The eye was funny like that, it could find something when it knew where to look but she'd have walked past them ninety nine out of a hundred times.

She took a step back as the looming figure stepped out of the blackness. "Welcome to Lancer". She didn't know him but that was no surprise, you were guaranteed to see new faces all the time in the FOSB. She shook her head at his question. "Not that I've seen. I was able to catch a couple of sightings of ye before nightfall but only because I knew where to look. They might have landed elsewhere in the city or missed it entirely. The thermals have been unpredictable today". Her stomach turned at the thought of the poor bastards who might have landed in the desert. They had a chance, that is to say, not much.

Stars. Two wasn't much of strike team. Hell, it wasn't even a fire team. "We have the local element too" but her voice showed what she thought of that. The locals weren't bad people, it was just that they had their own way of doing things that occasionally made Aithche want to scream and pull out her hair.

"Either way, whether it's just us two or more arrive, this has to be settled tonight". Or a lot more would die.

Dresden Verbrennung

 

[The Major]

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LANCER CITY UNDERGROUND
MORALE: NEUTRAL
Dresden Verbrennung | Aithche Wierz ​

Rattling with a metallic snap as it bounced, the blaster pistol rolled its way over on slimy cobblestones before hitting the sewer chute with chunky plop. Both people taking up space in this salty tunnel watched the weapon leave their universe, expressions disparate between the two parties. For the Lancer local, it was a boon. An ugly glitterstim fueled grin split across her face, its intensity and accompanying sweaty pores allowing for a especially vivid memory of a tuna can with a bad seal bursting open while in direct sunlight to be felt in the air. This could also have been triggered by the faintly rotting smell of old fish that permeated the sewer at the current juncture. For the Almanian, Agency Director, well….

… her expression carried the weighty disappointment one got when they realized that another handgun was going to be expensed out of a Bureau sovereign chit.

The first woman pulled out a bowie knife lengthened shiv, somehow blushed an even uglier shade, and dove forward to shizz-blend her Imperially measured foe. A simple quickstep allowed for the Major to avoid being stuck like a pig down in this dank pit, but the intrepid tuna can attacker followed up the initial lunge with a flurry of slashing, diagonal strikes, each somehow issued more quickly than the last.

They danced like this for a few seconds, the former using her initiative to keep up the pressure and the latter using her height to keep just out of range. However, each swipe drew them closer to the point of no return. Staminas drained. Both members were locked along this diabolical waltz, edging the line of life and death timed to the progression of a glinting, stinking, sparkle of steel poking, jumping, thrusting, as the defender punctuated with auburn hair chasséd and feather stepped away, followed which such ardor, such dogged continuity, such sheer determination. How could either of them not literally be moved in this moment.

A datapad rang out a chippy notification tune. The Director pirouetted into a somersault which ferried her away with a burst of yet untapped energy, ending up a meter and change from her attacker with one hand holding the aforementioned datapad up to the level of her eyes. The free hand held up a single finger in the universal “one minute” gesture. The defender’s eyes splayed in utter shock; the attacker shared that flabbergasted expression as well though it was slowly churning back into harsh rage.

Oh no, the Lancer mission was today, AND starting right now. Verdant damnation, local planetary time was not set to galactic standard, plus she’d lost too many hours fiddling around on Hoth. Stars, if Graham or the other agents knew that Shepard had forgotten —oh, the embarrassment. Lucky for her that she was pursuing a criminal lead here upon Lutrilla, digging through trash for a number of days while in the sewer and subway system of Lancer City. A hyperblue glowing screen showed a series of codenames and the associated agents. Sybil saw a trusted name on the list and thumbed it to start a call: this should go to his commlink and not disturb anything with noise should he be in the midst of infiltration.

::”Ah, Mr. Vee. Shepard here. I’ve. . . uh. . . successfully entered the subterranean level of the city. Where,”::

This was too much for the goon, who lunged with a scream at this outright disrespect. This might be heard on the call as static.

The Major, unable to resolve her investigation under the current time constraints, whipped her hand with the pointed finger downward in a chop towards her partner, throwing a purpose built knife hidden in her coat sleeve that embedded itself a few inches neck deep into the now ebbing, sputtering henchwoman. Her eyes bulged with that fear as the combat drugs wore off and the eureka moment of “Oh, Death,” hit her as hard as the knife.

She who was so brilliant only a few minutes ago, despite the awful place, leaked down, dropping her weapon, falling to her knees, the world fading.

::”. . . are you? Do you need support?”:: The Director interrupted the weeping, blood seeping death throes of her former assailant by walking up to the hunched figure, palming the knife a little deeper and sealing the ordeal with a metaphorical kiss.

This was of course If the kiss was twisting the blade to cut some extra room to wrench it free, followed by pushing the nearly dead instigator (though you’d have to take the Major’s narrative at her word here that the now floating combatant was in fact the instigator) down the green waters of the waste removing viaduct.

A fold in the hem of her coat floated like a loose flap away from the rest of the woolen fabric. This was not a design of this outerwear.​

“Fuck.”​

 

[Dresden Verbrennung]

At another point in his life, Dresden might have been shocked, or pleased, or anything. Anything other than wearily resigned and mildly annoyed. Of course she was here. Why wouldn't she be? This mission already had enough uncontrolled variables. What was one more? The Senior Agent deliberately spat into a nearby planter, and then mentally shook himself.

He was being unfair to Sybil. Sure, things tended to go wrong with alarming regularity when she was around, but that was more because the sorts of missions she went on were already karked from the word go than anything else. And since this mission was already stocked to the brim with karks bought fresh from the karking farmer, another pair of eyes and a gunhand wouldn't go amiss.

"I'm here," the Agent said, sending a ping along the secure network with his location data. "The insurgents are making their run on Civic, we've got about six hours to stop them, and two agents and some locals to do it. So, yeah, help would be lovely."

He had no idea where she was, or what she was doing here. How the hell did she wind up in the sewers of a rolling city? Must have dropped in on her own, some time ago, he figured.

"We've got no choice but to get this party started. Follow my beacon if you want to join up, or failing that, get clear. If we don't take the controls, we're going to have to blow the place, and frankly, the odds aren't in our favor."

Ten Agents. Just ten would have been enough to be reasonably certain of success. The FOSB was an odd bunch, and no mistake, but they could do a lot with the bare minimum. Only in this case, five agents was considered the bare minimum for success. Any fewer and they, and the whole city of Lancer, were hosed. The smart thing to do would be to retreat and let the flyboys take out the wheels, then let nature take its course. The city was already jammed up across all the relevant portions of the EM spectrum, plus the Holonet. The insurgents had seen to that when they took over. No one would be able to call for help, and the critters would take the place apart piece by piece. Sure, hundreds of thousands would die, but millions more would be saved, and Lutrillia's future would be secured.

And all it would cost Dresden was what was left of his soul.

No. Not only no, but kark no. They would save Lancer, or they would die trying. Or at least, he would.

Aithche Wierz | The Major

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Having caught her breath, Nylea was ready to jump into the fray to handle the sandworm alongside the others who were attempting the same thing. It was at that moment when the platform turned, however, and it was not just Elisea who lost her balance. The echani was tossed backwards as well causing her instincts to take over, creating as strong of a Force bubble as she could around her before hitting the wall, dropping her lightsaber in the process. It wasn't enough to absorb the impact completely, but softened it enough to prevent any injury beyond a serious bruise.

Nylea wasn't as much worried about herself as she was about Elisea, though. Her attention quickly settled on her wife, pushing through the back pain that was asking for her attention. "Are you okay?" she asked, but before she could wait for an answer an ominous shadow cast over them. A look upward revealed the sandworm canting in their direction. They had to move. Now.

Drawing in the Force around her for strength, she quickly got to her feet and scooped Elisea up. Whether her wife was able to run or not, there was little time to waste. Carrying her, Nylea sprinted in an attempt to get as far away from the shadow as possible before they were crushed underneath the weight of the sandworm. Her lightsaber was left there on the ground, one of the least of Nylea's worries at that moment.

Elisea Apollodor | Marven Mereel | Fevris Derzelas ​

 

[Aithche Wierz]

Aithche was about to say something else but she cut off at the sound in her earpiece. It looked like someone else had managed to make it to the city. There was distortion and interference like the transmission was coming through dense materials or walls. The voice was laboured, had she been running?

Thankfully the other agent took charge, sending their location and confirming their identities. "Are you in need of assistance?" Aithche added, it almost sounded like there had been a struggle going on in the background...

She moved to follow the larger man, eyes flicking down to her dataslate. "I've not been fully open with the local element about what we're doing here but there's a few cells in the underground willing to make some noise for us. At the very least it will cause a distraction and pull away some of the security forces on duty". She didn't talk about the flip side, a red alert being called and every armed Lutrillian in uniform scouring Lancer for them.

"What equipment did you land with? We've a small supply cache here if you're missing any kit". Aithche had been busy the last fortnight. She even had a small airspeeder tucked away for any emergency exits from the city. She'd been lending her technical expertise to the various dissident factions in the city and that assistance had been returned in kind.

The Major Dresden Verbrennung

 

[The Major]

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LANCER CITY UNDERGROUND
MORALE: NEUTRAL
Dresden Verbrennung | Aithche Wierz ​

There wasn’t much room for anything pensive or weighty in her brain as the ReMajor worked her way through the passages and connecting tunnels of the Underground. Pausing here and there in case there were patrols, or doubling back as various sluice gates redirected waste meant that maneuvering her way back to Bureau agents took the better part of a half hour. Circumstances were fortunate in that respect, the nomadic nature of Lancer City and its continual motion made it a tighter, more vertically challenging place compared to Coreward planetary cities. Had she delved into her leads upon the superstructure or the unincorporated settlements on the surface then there would have been no way for her to close any significant distance. Another unforeseen benefit was that Lancer’s sanitary system was unlike other cities, consistent movement meant that there were little in the way of backups, making the works of this city a lot cleaner in terms of navigation.

Simple joys.

Sybil emerged from an access elevator, seemingly able to harness some yet unseen ability to easily move amongst locals and insurrectionists alike without being noticed. Maybe she just knew the kind of gait and facial expression to adopt to get by while pretending to be a homebody; what was more likely was that the local populace was too ensnared by woes to notice another traveler. Whatever the reason, she’d take it. Made kicking off the mission easier, at any rate.

Eventually she came up to a series of connecting walkways and balconies that had been overlaid upon the main streets, catching up to Dresden by using these series of shortcuts. This wasn’t even the highest level of such building to building pathway: more traffic was still passing above. Once in the area, the Director monitored the impromptu intersection in a position of overwatch. The fellows in the FOSB, she would probably pick out of familiarity or intuition: that wasn’t the concern. She instead scanned the area for any neerdowells or other such antagonists, wondering if any gangs or insurrectionists were tailing the foreign spies.

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Tagging: Nylea Apollodor ~ Elisea Apollodor ~ Marven Mereel

As soon as she felt the strain on her hand trying to support her weight as it fell, she suddenly felt the struggle end completely as an unseen power wrapped around her to return her to the platform. Then the whole scenario dawned in on her again as though a whole freighter had been dumped on her while her mind became aware once again of its surroundings instead of focusing on imminent death.

The Doctor did not get any more than one second of respite before the platform tilted under the beast's weight, and she was flung once more until her back collided against a shop's storefront leaving a crack on the glass pane. However, she could not be entirely sure if the cracking noise that ensued belonged to the glass or her own body as every last bit of air was knocked out from her lungs.

Then the sandworm turned towards their general direction, momentarily focused on Elisea herself. Fear crept once again over the Bakuran until she saw Nylea come to her wife's rescue and move them out of the way - and so she forced her momentarily muddled mind to focus and push past the waves of pain that wreaked havoc through her. Fevris did her best to find her footing and jumped towards a nearby pole - what she assumed was meant to be some light source, and clung to it finding safety away from the creature as it screeched due to its injury. Through blurry eyes she could see the shape of the jetpack man joining Knight Commander Roule against the beast.

Fevris had nothing but a blaster on her, and the wish to survive. The city, and everyone hanging on to dear life on it, now relied on them.

 

[Tir Grastis]

Not far from the other pair, a rather ragged looking sentient limped toward them, covered in dust that fell from his clothing in puffs. Tir growled as he swatted at his right arm, which send a burst of dust into the air around him, and then sighed as he reached the other Agents. The clothing was torn, dirty, but otherwise functional. Tir was in a similar state. He looked between the pair then nodded.

"Traffic. Don't ask," He muttered, as he tested his leg and bent it at the knee several times. "Here now. We ready?"

Being the last - hopefully not the last - to arrive, Tir was fine with falling in and following whatever plan had been prepared, if anything. He didn't care, so much as he wanted to finish the mission so he could get out of his dumpster diving clothing. The things he did for maintaining operation security, huh? Either way, the Firrerreon had everything he needed - his blades, a blaster concealed under his jacket, and his ability to move and function.

"Plan? No problem following, just point me and pull the trigger when it's time." Tir said in a low voice. He motioned with his head to the tall humanoid. "Sniper cover again? Probably a good idea."

That kind of mentality probably wasn't conducive to a promotion in the FOSB, truth be told. But, every branch needed the weapon they could aim and fire, and in this case Tir happened to fulfill that role quite well. It helped that his species had several biological gifts that made the process much more effective and less lethal to the Agent himself. Within reason. Still, with a sniff, the Firrerreon looked between the two and waited...

The Major | Aithche Wierz | Dresden Verbrennung​

 

[Aithche Wierz]

A third joined them and Aithche began to feel that there just might be a semblance of hope for this after all.

"We're meant to be four though" she murmured. The chaotic architecture of the city played havoc with communications and navigational aids. The arrival of yet another fixed the equation. Three was a crowd after all. Four agents plus whatever help they could scrape together from the local element.

She consulted her data slate, marking three points of interest. "Our local allies have marked three locations they intend to raise havoc at". She zoomed in on the first, "The main security centre on Lancer, functions as a barracks and armoury. I doubt they'll be able to take it but they should be able to keep any QRF or reinforcements busy". She flicked onto another, "The city's engines. Any trouble there and they'll be diverting all nearby units to sort it. The city stops moving...well that's when things get serious".

She bit her lip, zooming out "Naturally, we are aiming to decapitate the isolationist presence who'll be located here in what passes for their government buildings. The last cell will arrange for a diversionary assault on the opposite side that we're aiming for. While all the blasters are swinging one direction, we'll come in the other".

The Major Tir Grastis Dresden Verbrennung

 

[The Major]

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LANCER'S MEAN STREETS
MORALE: NEUTRAL
Dresden Verbrennung | Aithche Wierz | Tir Grastis ​

From her position of overwatch, the Major monitored the agents as they used a few minutes to go over the plan as established previously. It was a dangerous thing to pull in hostile territory, because to anyone casually observing it would seem suspect. Could be the paranoia speaking from the reacquired training, or latent experience left over from the pre amnesiac days. A sense of danger kept tugging against the edges of her senses, prompting her to pull out a commlink and sending a direct transmission to the collection below. Whispering into the device while she held it close to her mouth would make it difficult for an eavesdropper to glean any rogue information.

::Get a move on.::

At that very moment, a hovertruck pulled up from a building around the corner of the agents, just out of sight from those at street level. A number of insurgents piled out with a level of swagger that could only mean a higher level of alert had not yet been adopted. A fortuitous turn: for the Bureau agents could either ambush this lot, or hide to continue enjoying a sense of secrecy.

 

[Virginia Schnapp]

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"Give me a cross check on that series," Virginia whispered into her comlink.

She was hanging upside down from the roof of a warehouse on a city that was racing across the surface of the planet, and did so all day long, every day. In one sense the place was a technological marvel, a unique solution to a serious problem, an ingenious way of life that allowed life to thrive where it should not. In one sense it was a significant pain in the arse that made her slightly nauseated, the constant movement, the sensation of standing still and inertia all at once. Even now, she had to plant her foot against the top of a rusty column to prevent herself being gently rocked in the sling that allowed her to traverse the upper reaches of the warehouse without being seen.

"Looks good, Frosty," the technician on the other end said.

"It's Frost," Virginia hissed. "Nevermind. I'm coming out. Transfer the feeds to Queen. He has a monitoring setup nearby."

"You got it."

Virginia carefully maneuvered herself along the top of the warehouse to the vent she had used to enter, then hauled herself in along with her lightweight harness. She maneuvered carefully and quietly through the vent before emerging through the works on top of the building. Was it her imagination, or was the place kind of... swaying? Suppressing the urge to gag, she stowed her harness and hustled down the rusty metal stairs, pausing to carefully leap over the dilapidated junkworks fence that separated the streets where she was allowed to be from the warehouse and yard where she was decidedly not.

Five minutes later she was emerging from an elevator in a building that was, given its proximity to the dockyard-equivalent area of the city, much nicer than it had any right to be. Before she even got to the door she had been told to get to, she knew that Adrian Cassidy was up to his old tricks. She used the key to let herself in, locked the door behind her, and activated the privacy field. "Is Graham your old auntie or something? How do you keep getting away with this without her coming for your arse?"

 

[Adrian Cassidy]

Virginia Schnapp

"Hello to you too, Frost." Agent Queen drawled over his shoulder, while studying the feeds she had just hooked up. He was lazily lounging on a chair that looked expensive, his feet resting on a table that felt expensive and sipping some whiskey that definitely tasted expensive. "Nice work out there, I dunno how you got it in you, hanging on like that while the city is in motion around us."

One thing that Schnapp would notice once she went further into the room?

No swaying.

Well, there was some swaying in the margins, but for the most part the room seemed remarkably stable.

"Want a drink?" Gesturing towards a whiskey bottle and another glass for her. "As for auntie or not. Maybe she just wants to reward ridiculous competence, hm? Keep me employed and not tempted to go back to the private sector."

Adrian grinned there as Virginia joined him.

"Does it really matter as long as we are doing our missions in style and comfort?"

It probably did.

Because it mattered how the field agents conducted themselves out on the field. Regulations, stipulations, a whole host of rules that would enforce them to be on their best behavior. Virginia had never caught him doing anything... strictly illegal. But the longer they worked together, the clearer it became that for Cassidy those rules were less rules... and more like guidelines.

But oh so much comfort working with him.

It couldn't be that bad, could it?

 

[Virginia Schnapp]

"It's a little early in the day, isn't it?" Virginia asked. The straight-laced agent was not the kind to drink while the sun was shining usually, but certainly not on duty. "That rather answers the question about why I was the one out there, hanging a dozens of meters in the air from my rear end while you were here. Swilling drinks. Well, that and I'm not sure you'd have fit so easily into the vents." She paused and glanced at what Adrian was offering. "You know in my day we would have just ordered pizza and split something fizzy."

Their days were not that different, Virginia knew, but still. The point stood.

"Water," she said, pushing past him to the computers that were monitoring the sensor data. "Unless you've got a diet Coke in there somewhere."

Virginia unzipped her janitor's coverall to her waist and shrugged out of the top, then pushed the rest down and stepped out of it. She bent to retrieve it, folded it, and tucked it away into her duffel. "What did you find out while I was out there, swinging from the rafters?"

Adrian Cassidy​

 

[Adrian Cassidy]

Virginia Schnapp

"Y'know what they say, Lady Frost, it's five o'clock somewhere." Unbothered Adrian made another sip, before gesturing towards the fridge. "Got a few diet cokes in the cold for ya, specially bought in the type you like."

Looks like someone was paying attention to someone else's habits.

That was either endearing or concerning.

Quite possible both, really. "Oh, yes, so many things. None of it all that useful however." A yawn there as he stretched. For a moment it seemed he hadn't accomplished jack chit (besides somehow getting them luxurious digs and snaccs), before Adrian smiled and flicked one of the digital panels up to reveal a map of the surroundings from a top-down view.

"Managed to commandeer a few local drones and they have been doing some surveys. Seems that here, here and here are the most likely pathways for our daring smugglers to be approaching the warehouse." Each time indicating a particular alley or street. "So, we should probably focus our attention there first and see if we can flag them."

Another sip.

"Oh, I did get a pizza though, also in the fridge, if you wanna pop it into the oven... should be done right in time for my whiskey to need a refill."

Smirk.

 

[Virginia Schnapp]

"So you have been pulling your weight," Virginia said dubiously. Without the added layer of her janitor's coverall disguise, she felt she might be a bitl cold, so she pulled a long sleeve shirt over her tank top before tucking her duffle bag away in a disused alcove. She leaned against the counter opposite Adrian, folding her arms around her midsection. She surveyed the map that he obtained and frowned thoughtfully before giving an appreciative nod. "Good work, Queen," she said.

She turned and went to the cooler, where she pulled out a silver-and-crimson orb, snapping off the lid to take a sip. "Decent analysis," she conceded, smiling briefly at her partner. "I don't understand these people. These monsters are what causes them to live on these rattling deathtraps -- although it doesn't seem so rattly here, actually -- but they want to collect them and keep them as pets? In a few months time they'll be big enough to rip a hole in this city."

Virginia glanced at Cassidy when he mentioned pizza and refilling his drink. "I'm not your mother and I'm certainly not your maid, so you can refill your own damn drink," Virginia said with a smirk. "But I could eat; I'll put the pizza in now, unless you object." But she was off like a shot already, pulling open the fridge door again. There it was.

"Margherita?" she asked with a dejected sigh. "Why are you like this, man?"

Adrian Cassidy​

 

[Adrian Cassidy]

Virginia Schnapp

"Trust me when I say- get rich and safe enough? You start searching for trouble." Adrian yawned as he put one of the survey drones in hover-mode. It was right at a junction point that would let them see any suspicious individuals coming from several directions. It would be perfect. "-the folks living up in the skyscrapers? They don't know the meaning of fear. They don't have to worry about the animals getting loose. Why would they? They will just take their shuttle and go to a different city."

A shrug there.

"Big folks stir up trouble because they are bored. Then they leave the small ones to pick up the crap." He smirked deeper in response to hers and her reaction to the refilling. "Oh, well, Frost- you can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"

Instead Adrian picked himself up and trundled on over to her pizza making skills.

He settled near her, hip bumping against hip, before starting to pour himself another one. "You sure you don't want one? I can make you a mean cocktail instead, if you'd rather." But really Adrian was starting to come to terms with the fact that his new partner was... well. Frosty. A stickler to the rules and such.

It wasn't too bad.

Margaritha?

He tipped his head back and laughed at that.

"Hey, hey. I didn't know if you are a Rishii gal or not. You like pineapple on your pizza?"

 

[Virginia Schnapp]

Virginia considered her partner for a long moment as she savored another deep drink from her silvery bulb of cola. He seemed to be speaking from experience. The idle wealthy indeed, she thought, looking around the plush loft he had finagled for their stakeout location. If it had been anyone else, Virginia would be in a dingy sixth-floor walkup with smears on the wall that she could only hope was blood, rather than a comfortable, light-filled loft. How did he do it? Did she really want to know?

No, she really wanted pizza.

"Pineapple?" she echoed, pulling a face. "Don't be ridiculous. But you know... margherita is pretty pretentious. Fresh basil? Fresh tomatoes? Real cheese?" She waved her free hand dismissively. "Give me a thick layer of rubbery cheese and some greasy pepperoni and I'm happy as a sarlacc in sand. But... I guess this will have to do."

She unwrapped the pizza and adjusted the oven before sticking it in to cook. "You can get me drunk after the mission," she said waspishly in response to his question about a cocktail. She liked a cocktail, of course, but now wasn't the time. If they had to race out to the warehouse to take down some bad guys, it wouldn't do if neither of them could walk a straight line. Especially given the bounding and bouncing of the city-vehicle. It would be a disaster.

Funny though. But still a disaster.

"Assuming you can arrange a designated driver, too. But given your... logistical talents ...that shouldn't be a problem, I think."

Adrian Cassidy​

 

[Marven Mereel]

Fierfek.

Things were going from bad to worse. The beast had decided to ignore both him and the Knight-Commander entirely for larger prize- the city. It hungrily began to wrap itself around the city, it's gaping maw widening.

Swearing, Mereel flew around it, peppering the beast with blaster bolts- for all the good it would do. There was only one thing left to do. Reluctantly, he pulled down the targeting on his HUD, and flew directly in front of the sand worm. The putrid breath of the beast nearly made him gag but- yes, perfect.

Marv fired the missile directly into the beast's gullet. It ignited instantly, perforating the poor monster's organs and cooking them alive. It howled mournfully, swaying to and fro, before toppling over with massive 'boom'.

The Mando studied the dead beast intently. Satisfied it wasn't getting back up, he sighed and activated comms. "This is Mereel- supplies and FIMS are at the city."

"And whatever you were supposed to pay me for this? The price just doubled."

 

[Tir Grastis]

The plan was simple, but that usually meant effective. Less moving parts, less chance of failure. And if the the FOSB had backup ready to cause distractions, all the better, because that meant the focus would most definitely be elsewhere. Tir spent a few moments brushing himself clean with his hands, as he dislodged most of the dirt and dust, before he nodded to the other Agent. Looked like they were ready to go, even as another voice sounded over the comm and told the group to get a move on, to which the Firrerreon grinned and started to walk toward the more populated part of the moving city.

Nice and quiet like.

Tir had his vibrodaggers readily available. He was able to be very, very quiet, and he was more than ready to get going...

It didn't take long for the Agents to locate the appropriate buildings, the 'Government' ones, and Tir did what he could to blend in as much as possible with the population that moved around. In fact, Tir stood at the corner of a building, with a stick of food in hand, as he chewed absently on something that seemed meaty. He wasn't sure of the actual species involved that had been cooked, but it didn't matter. His eyes were on the front of the target building across from him, opposite his corner.

"Looks clear," He muttered into his commlink. He took another bite, as he grinned and stretched his neck, to look up into the windows above. "Two guards posted out front. They seem casual, not alerted. When's the distraction?"

Tir went back to his little snack, as he chewed on the tough reptile-like stick food, and waited for the update from his fellow Agents in the field...

The Major | Aithche Wierz​

 

[Karisa]

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Lutrillia, Roving City RX-7
Yarith Sector, Outer Rim Territories; Greater Javin
BYOO

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"Clear skies, my friends."

Brask'ari'sabosen gave a send-off wave to Dr. Derzelas and the CMO's team as their shuttle lifted off from one of the limited landing pads on the Roving City known as RX-7. The Chiss doctor stood there for a moment and watched as her FIMS colleagues ascended into the atmosphere flying to another roving city on the other side of the planet in need of medical aid to combat a plague that had overtaken AE-86's population.

She was to stay behind on RX-7 and monitor for any signs of further spread of the deadly pathogen that had an alarming infection rate with a rather high reported R0, pronounced 'R naught'. Though that medical team wouldn't know the true nature of the outbreak until they were on-site and assessed the situation for themselves.

It didn't need to be said that the First Order wanted to avoid a world-wide pandemic on Lutrillia, which would be devastating to an already devastated planet that was in a slow recovery as it was. So far though, there had been no cases noted on RX-7 as infectious disease protocols had been implemented early on. It was good to hope for the best but be prepared for the worst, and that Brask'ari'sabosen was on routine.

Red orbs flicked from one horizon to the other as the intense heat of the sun suddenly was gone and a klaxon blared. Another sandstorm was approaching from the west, which meant everyone on the platform needed to be indoors ASAP. The blue-skinned, near-human sighed, then pulled up her mask that everyone was to wear when around others and walked back into the small clinic next to the landing pad.

It was time to do an in-service anyway with the local medical personnel as FIMS always strived to help bring new member planets up to Dosuun's standard of care whenever possible. It was just good business to do for all.