Guns Safehouses & Sith (Underground Mission on Crina/Open)

[RC 212]

Location: Crina

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zareh Kilix"]​

Darkness. The streets of Crina were very dark save a few Sith patrols making their way down the cobblestone side-walks. Vassara creeped in the darkness, moving silently with her cloak drawn tightly about her. She was under another name now, Anne Rose. Anne was simple shop owner, a seller of old arcane things known as books.

But at night, Anne was a spy, helping rile up the Crinan dissidents and exiled royalty. Vassara had taken a portion of Underground Op funds and paid off several local authorities. Safehouses were set up, spy networks arranged and Nobility persuaded to aid her cause.

It had been some time since the Sith had conquered the planet, and the local populace was steadily growing tired of their influence. With it being so far away from the seat of their power, regular rebellion was about to break out.
The moon was high in the sky, illuminating their dull plate armor as they walked out of sight. Vassara glanced both ways, eyes peering out from behind a synth flesh mask. The coast seemed clear enough. She slipped sideways into an alley way, making her way swiftly to the end of the dead end.

The wall there was hollow, a fake. Crina had many secrets, one of which was the old tunnels under the city that had been used for escape routes back when Nobility of old ruled the Planet. Three sharp knocks on the stone from her black clad knuckles and it opened.

"The day is hottest at noon."

"The owl crows at midnight."

The door swung back instantly and she slipped inside, discarding the cloak upon some old barrels.

"Nice to see your still alive. Did you get the message out?"

Vassara nodded, peeling away the Synth flesh mask and tossing it in the recycler barrel nearby. With deft hands she cracked a glowstick, illuminating the small room in orange light. It was simple room, one table, two steel chairs in the center. Three cots in the right corner, and a weapons rack. The walls were dull grey, the ceiling low, and only candles lit the small space.

"Yes just barely. I managed to set up the tightbeam transmitter and bounce it off the Gypsy Carvan. Should reach my folks pretty soon. Got a lot of patrols, you guys al-right?"

"Oh yea we're fine."

"Cool, I'm outta here, going to go check the houses on the South end, make sure everything is good."

She moved to the center of the room, and pushed the table out of the way. Underneath a single trap door resided. Vassara opened it and disappeared.

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Across Every Underground Channel and Back at the Red Shift Cantina a Single message played.​

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<<Start- This is Captain Raxis requesting support. I've infiltrated Deep into Crina and linked up with local reisitance cells. They are badly in need of weapons, medical supplies and we could use a few Gunslingers. Something big about to go down. Coordinates set as follows. Next Com window: 2 Days.<<<End sequence>>​

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<<Message Delete>>​

<<Auto/ Y>>​

<<Deleted>>​

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li sat quietly in his little overlook, a small dot on a map for anyone in the safehouse. He adjusted the modified DC-15s Carbine with his detachable elongated barrel and modified scope. He was providing over-watch incase anything was to go wrong or if the safehouse was compromised. A sharpshooter, sniper even. His role was designated marksman of the group.

He was a crack shoot, easily hitting targets even without the modification from twice the distance he was. He didn't take the job to avoid combat, he just didn't want to be the first to engage in it. But with the cause of the group, he enjoyed the liberation mission.

"I'm in position, how copy, over?" He relayed via comms, his voice at a low whisper. His armor was covered by a cloak that blended well with the drapes around him and the surrounding area. The barrel of the rifle looking like that of the water filtration pipes, only not leaking anything. He awaited a reply however, his HUD showing the channel signal, his vitals, motion tracker, and various markers.

Patience was the name of this game and Char-Li was good at this game.

 

[Jsc]

Approaching Crina
[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Kaz worked for Roberts and Roberts took calls from Rebel One. So it was only natural that the RnR native send a reply. Ol' Blue was busy chasing Celestials these days so it fell to her employees to take up the mantle of Galaxy Defenders. Kaz was happy to apply.

His shuttle approached the planet via the standard trade routes. Typical materials trader doing a typical materials trader's job. Even if was for the Sith. The old man was posing as a co-pilot to smuggle himself in. Alas, his cargo was not the illegal materials that the Crina rebels needed. Even Kaz knew that was too risky at this point. He just didn't have the skills to pull that kind of job off. ...Yet.

The civilian shuttle descended down into the Sith Starport and the real pilot did all the talking. Paperwork was signed and materials were unloaded onto the tarmac. Kaz simply disappeared. Filtering out into the crowd with a black robe held fast in his arms. Stealth and The Force he could do. Nobody would see his passing and not a soul would remember him. Such was the way of the Jedi Watchmen. Such was the way of Sam "The Kaz" Kazroy.

"Well. Let's see if we can help old Raxis get into some trouble now, hm? Nothing like Sith territory to get these old bones moving again. Ah. Feels just like old times again."

Kaz smiled and "borrowed" himself a landspeeder. It was time to do some traveling, Crina style.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zareh Kilix"]​

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Vassara moved down the secret tunnels with quick steps, holding the glowstick out before her. Dust puffed up from the old stones with each stride. There was certainly a lot of tunnel, which meant Crinas royalty must have really been in trouble back then. Shrugging the thought aside she came to an intersection. Just then Char's voice sounded off in her ears.

"Hard copy, standbye, I'll be coming out soon."

Vassara closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly which path to take. It was so confusing, so many paths, so many random passages and twists and turns. The fore reached out around her though slightly so as not to completely set off every Siths alarm bells. Her gut told her left, and that’s what she went with....

 

[Zareh]

Zareh put the ship into an auto-landing sequence as she began to descend upon the planet. She walked into the back of her ship, grabbing what she thought she would need. Tight-fitting black clothing, a blaster pistol holstered just where her jacket concealed it. And her dual lightsabers. She took a moment to compose herself, she couldn't joke around during this, it'd ruin her first impression on these people. She climbed her way back to the cockpit.

The landing zone was just outside of town, in an old abandoned area. She keyed her commlink, to let Vassara know she was on-planet. She felt odd, knowing that there might be another confrontation between herself and a Sith or a Jedi. She shook those feelings off and finished the landing sequence. She awaited further instructions from the one in charge.

 

[Teh_Asian]

"Roger, I'm on the ridge line overlooking the downward, state your twenty and I'll provide over-watch.," Char-Li relayed over the commlink channel for anyone linked on to hear as well as Vassara. He adjusted his scope to compensate for the drag of the planet and the wind. His blaster, much like projectile weapons, was affected by various conditions that surround him on a daily basis. He didn't have any equipment that he trusted to help him with the calculations, so he used his thought and calculations to adjust the scope.

"Also I spot three red blimps toward the eastern side, two stationary and a smaller one, possible small camp of sorts?"

Mando'a armor was great like that. Thermal vision, HUD, and various other weapons if the others fail. The only thing Char-Li lacked is the extended use Jetpack, only wielding a jump back that could get him places fast but not entirely too far.

@Zareh @Vassara Raxis [member="Sam Kazroy"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Crina

A change of his groove caused the Mandalorian to give up some things to perform other necessities for a greater good. He had sacrificed time of Bounty Hunting career and helping the movements of the Underground. Not that he wanted to, but a threat that needed to be rid of was at the borders of Mandalore and her colonies. He used all of his time to train initiates, strengthen defenses, coordinate attacks with Rally Masters, Field Marshals, and the Mand'alor. His family were before anyone else, and the whole Mando'ade was his family. Of course, he felt bad for not participating in Underground rallies, but the vode was more important than Bounties or causing trouble.

The cry of help from Raxis could be heard from his comm link asking for any available Underground personnel to give aid to the Rebels of Crina who had sought to revolt against the government ruling and regulating their lives. He was on a break and he had used his spare time on helping the Mandalorians. However, he had decided to invest this free time on helping the Rebels.

He had just exited hyperspace and entered the Crina system and just sent an encrypted message saying, "Ain't got guns or meds, but I can shoot." He wasn't quite the smuggler, but he was quite the Warrior. If he needed to be in a firefight, then that was perfectly fine. He approached the planet to reach the coordinations that were sent to him to rally with the others who were conspiring against the Sith.

 

[Jsc]

Mak's Coffee Shop
[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Kaz ordered a cup of caf and took a seat by the window. He had replaced his brown robes with black ones. Much better to blend with on a Sith world. Though, Crina seemed more Steampunk to him than anything. It must have been the architecture. Maybe.

When his drink came he grabbed the secret packet underneath it. Opened it up and withdrew the hidden earpiece. Placing into his ear, he turned it on. Now he was connected to the Underground network,

~/ "Knock knock Crina. This is Silverbird looking for Captain Raxis. Gonna need a location and an ETA for a rendezvous. Silverbird moving to stand by. Over."

He sipped his caf and waited for only a moment before a woman's voice could be heard in reply,

~/ "Message received and passed along Silverbird. Welcome to Crina. Enjoy your stay, yeah. Red Five over and out."

Kaz smiled and peered out the window in the empty streets. He was in.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino sat perched in the co-pilot's chair of his freighter, boots resting lightly on the actual seat while he swiveled back and forth. The engines grumbled along smoothly behind him and he could feel the pressure of momentum pushing him backwards. Not enough to topple him, but enough to get him to focus on his balance. Thyria sat in the pilot's seat, jacket pushed off her shoulders and hair tied up behind her face. She was frowning in concentration which was generally not a good thing. Veino shifted slightly, causing the chair to squeak and she shot him an angry glare. He gave her a quick smile and dropped down into his seat, making sure his Force signature had vanished into the vast reaches of the galaxy, so he was indistinguishable from the rest. That was his part taken care of, although he could still feel her tenseness. It would be easy to send a little nudge to help her unwind, but he wouldn't do that without permission and she wouldn't give it until they were on the ground.

They had medical supplies. They even had weapons. Not a lot, as a Tachyon didn't carry a lot, but they had some, and others would be coming in other ships with the needed cargo. They were also bringing the two of them. It'd been a while since he'd been doing shadow work, but he knew what he was doing. Thyria, well, she'd never stopped on the smuggling front. Or the gunslinging either. She could take care of most Sith patrols they might run across and he'd take care of any Sith they ran into. No Jensaarai armor this time though. He'd be focusing on stealth, so he was back to his old spacer's clothes. Just another itinerant and less than successful cargo-hauler.

But this one could bite, assuming they could get on the ground and get the cargo to the destination. He sent a tightly focused and encrypted response to [member="Vassara Raxis"].
Thanks for ordering from Crina Cosmetics. Please confirm shipping address.

Then a quick little coded identifier most Underground operatives should recognize as being from him. Now they had to get through customs with their legitimate cargo and their illicit cargo intact.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Zareh"]

A flood of messages were coming across the encrypted channel. Vassara kept moving at a rapid pace, black spacers boots clipping the stone, making it echo almost too loudly for her. As she came to the end of the tunnels she dropped the glowstick into a nearby barrel and drew her Void Ripper Revolver. A special caliber beast that was a nice find on Kathlan.

Tenderly she unlocked the door and pushed upwards. The old wood creaked and for a second she paused, listening.

"Who's there?"

"Emma."

This safehouse was less secure as it was on the edge of the city, close to the woods. This was their main source of weapons and supply routes all over Crinas capital. ship it down the tunnel from the edges of the city and strike at the heart. Vassara climbed out out slowly, scanning the room. Still only two rebel guards, and her transmitter was there too. Very usefull.

One of them passed her a paper note.The rebels had a small radio station set up and the RTO had been keeping track of the goings on for her. She nodded and unravelled it. Three or four more Underground operatives had come to Crina. They had last been recorded incoming with landings scattered, but one particular one was already in the city.

"Excellent, send a burst message reply over the secure Underground net. Let them know to meet us here, then I'll take them into the heart of the action."

She swept a wooden chair out with her boot and sat down. The Void Ripper revolver went back into the holster with a smooth double twirl and shove.

"Bring me the map, what’s the status of our preparations?"

"Attack cells have been set up as ordered, we have two outside the palace and one at the warehouses. Two more at the starport."

"Where's commander Carver?"

"Enroute."

Vassara nodded. She'd been working alongside the disgruntled Crina Carver for a while. He was ex Crina Mil, used to belong to the Capitols finest legion. That gave them an advantage,as Carver knew the ins and out of the city, as well as standard operating procedures.

"I'll be outside."

Vassara rose, stepping quietly into the night air. The scents were cleaner here. Peat and musty pine, somewhere nearby fresh grass had been mowed. The forest was literally steps away, with a sprawling tree-line. For now she leaned against the wall, arms crossed and weary,,,

Another message went out across the net

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<<All incoming operatives, a coordinate package has been sent with this message. Safehouse 2B, Codename: Fountain. Report with materials at your earliest convenience. Captain Raxis says welcome.>>​

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<<END>>​

<<Deleted>>​

 

[Zareh Kilix]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Zareh recieved the communication and stepped down the landing ramp of her ship. She smiled, breathing in the air.

"Perfect night for a war, I'd say." She said to no one in particular.

She stalked through the night, not even attempting to avoid the Sith patrols. To them, she seemed like just another Sith, just going on about her own private business. Zareh made her way to the rendezvous, making sure to unclip one of her lightsabers from the mag-grip she had inside of her jacket to conceal them. She hummed a quiet tune whilst walking, wondering what would happen if she incurred the wrath of some higher up in this underground resistance party that they had set up here.

She shook off the thought, trying to regain her focus on the task at hand, as she continued to make her way to the rendezvous.

 

[Jsc]

Fountain Approach

He should have used the tunnels. Zak dismounted his borrowed motorcycle at the edge of the city limits. Near the end of the bronze towers that marked Crina's industrial center. The Sith owned the ins and the outs of the city, so using the freeway to exit the metropolis would have been impossible. Instead he journeyed all the way out here and would hoof it the rest of the way.

Kaz dumped the bike near a warehouse and covered it with a tarp. Then he cut away at the chain fences that marked the edge of the city limits. He jumped over a ravine and traversed a few canals to get to the tree line. Then, he was home free.

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It was a dark soft night when Zak let the Force Cloak dissipate and he finally exited the brush. He would approach the safe house without his Force tricks active just to be safe. His simple illusions kept him more or less invisible to the naked eye for most of the journey. Don't want to spook the locals, after all. The last thing any rebel guard wanted to see was a Black Cloak approaching in the dead of night. Bleh. That would be messy.

He pulled off his hood and nodded to himself. Yep. This was the place. Rebel Hideout 101. Though, he waited a few moments before wandering inside. Something told him others would be arriving shortly.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Normally Coren Starchaser, or Kyle Topol, was taking point on missions. But Raxis was needing help and Crina was a good jump point to get him to Csilla, to begin establishing a similar situation with the Ascendancy. That was why he was here. Normally there weren’t two captains in one place, too many chiefs made it so the Indians didn’t know where to go. And before any of you civil rights experts sends me hate mail, that’s a colloquial. The ship he was using was the Tachyon Rising. The IFF was a false transmission from a neutral world out in Wild space. Not within the former Sanctum’s sphere of influence.

And the markings were a little different. He had enough cover to slip under the radar and all but the most scrutinizing eye. But this was a Sith world. He also had to keep his mind quiet.

The second transmission from Raxis arrived and he nodded. Looking to the crew he was going to be dropping off, they had half a dozen crates of rifles, small arms and ammunition. It’d be simple. Just find a landing spot and report to the secured location.

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li wasn't much of a talker or much of a man to over acknowledge the sudden amount of ships and such coming in unless they all pose a threat. Char-Li knew some of them would be The Underground, which put him slightly at ease, but the fact that there were Sith is what made him a tad bit cautious about hailing different ships.

"Spotting two hooded figures, heading toward the safehouse," he muttered through the comms channel, his reticles focusing on the two obscured figures with a sigh. "Anyone give copy on my call, over?"

There was a small part of Char-Li that told him to show, another part told him not to. He could fire off his heated plasma bolt toward the two and see how they'd react and risk detection and the mission or wait for the go call to fire off with precision and marksmanship. He knew it wasn't one of the Jedi or Underground members that were called in for the mission, but someone or something else.

His trigger finger began to feel tighter, causing the Mandalorian to pull it away from the actual trigger and lay it flat against the guard of the actual blaster. It felt almost right to fire now, but he knew better than to do just that. What if they were just two random citizens who so happen to have cloaks? That's was a risk he was not willing to take. Death will come in a later time, not now for them.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Zareh Kilix"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]



(Hope you guys don't mind me giving a little initiative on starting some sort of action. It's cool if it isn't )