Private Freeze dried Rekali Extract

[Operator 14]

"This is Operator..."

"Intel recieved..."

"Compensation accepted..."

"Transference comencing, please await contact."


The operator established his link to his nearest droid frame and began getting to work.

The target was a mid-level crime lord on Nar Shadda. The mission was locate and extract one, Mira Rekali and deliver the target to waiting clan members that needed to maintain anonymity for unspecified reasons. The droid moved with alacrity as it left it's kneeling position in the alcove and began preparing weapons and supplies for the trip.

This would need to be quick and quiet. Just what they were good at.

 

[Mira Rekali]

Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, sprawled beneath a hazy canopy of neon-lit skyscrapers, casting a perpetual twilight over the bustling underworld. Deep within its labyrinthine alleys and shadowed corridors, nestled amidst the chaotic sprawl of the city, lay the pirate's lair. Known only to those with a keen eye for hidden treasures and a disregard for the law, this clandestine den of thieves bore the unmistakable mark of piracy and plunder.

Led by a ragtag band of scoundrels known simply as the Black Vipers, the pirate gang operated under the iron-fisted rule of their leader, Captain Grendel. With a reputation as ruthless as it was legendary, Grendel commanded respect and fear in equal measure among the denizens of Nar Shaddaa's criminal underworld.

The lair itself was a labyrinth of twisted corridors and grandiose chambers, reminiscent of a bygone era when Hutts and their ilk held sway over the moon's illicit enterprises. Multiple levels of catwalks and gantries crisscrossed the cavernous expanse, leading to hidden compartments and secret alcoves where stolen treasures lay hidden from prying eyes.

At the heart of the lair, surrounded by a haze of smoky vapors and the raucous clamor of drunken revelry, stood a grand throne. Ornately carved from obsidian and adorned with glistening gemstones, the throne served as a grim reminder of the pirate's conquests and ill-gotten gains. Behind it, ensconced in a slab of carbonite, was the body of Mira Rekali, former Alor of Clan Rekali, frozen in a state of suspended animation.

Holocams dotted the walls, their unblinking lenses capturing every movement within the lair, while armed pirates patrolled the corridors with a watchful eye. Alarm droids, their mechanical voices echoing through the chamber, stood sentinel against any would-be intruders foolish enough to attempt a raid on the pirate's hoard.

Despite the ever-present threat of danger, the lair pulsed with a vibrant energy, fueled by the promise of untold riches and forbidden pleasures. It was a place where the line between friend and foe blurred, and where alliances were forged and broken with the turn of a credit.

In the smoky, musty air of the pirate's lair, amidst the din of drunken revelry and the clink of stolen treasure, the fate of Mira Rekali and the stolen relics of Mandalore hung in the balance, waiting to be claimed by those daring enough to challenge the Black Vipers' iron grip on Nar Shaddaa's underworld.

Operator 14​

 

[Operator 14]

Ex-U-prime was a biomechanical engineered unit with all the basic needs for a living entity, minus the spark that was present in sapient creatures. Base heavily on the yuzhan vong technology used to create their living weapons it was the pinnacle of weapons technology and Operator was the only one he knew of that could handle the Transference process and pilot the unit. It was well armed with a low tech compound bow, a monofilament vibro sword and several throwing knives. Not the best kit for heavily armored soldier but for pirates on Nar Shadda. It would do the job. His few low grade emp arrow heads would scramble tech just long enough for the unit to keep moving or wait out a camera or patrol. The built in shielding should be enough for thermal scans. His biggest challenge would be motion and pressure sensors and as paranoid as pirates were they tended to be on the stingy side as well.

The unit stared silently out from the air intake grate of an air scrubber return system as it patiently memorized the guard routes before it slowly crept to the next duct juntmctiin and began counting down. After several minutes Ex-U-prime dropped down from the ducting and pushed the grate closed. It was in a camera blind spot and had to traverse approximately 25 meter before the next blind spot. Pressed against the wall it moved under the first set of cameras and aimed the bow around a corner with the EMP arrow and hit the wall beside the next camera bank. The cameras would only be out of sync for a second or two, so with incredible power and agility it ran, jumped and landed on a lift shaft then entered and closed the hatch. Now to move deeper. A challenge but nothing out of their capabilities to handle.

Mira Rekali