Pre
Character
Pre stepped off the ship as the sun disappeared on the western horizon. The ship had landed exactly at 2000 as scheduled. The cover of darkness was critical to the success of the mission, it needed to be quick and discreet. The mission itself was simple. Intel had reported a shipment of 40-50 slaves arriving at a local city at approximately 2050, they would be shipped offworld early the next morning. Pre was tasked with disrupting this shipment and taking out a few imperial mercenaries in the process. Dealing damage to the city itself was also a positive. Any disruptions within Imperial territory were welcomed. Disrupting the Empire’s operations was critical to the Death Watch getting their vengeance and this was a small step towards doing this.
Pre unhooked a speeder and slid it down the loading ramp. He’d elected not to use a jetpack on this mission. He hadn’t quite figured out how to fly them and felt much more comfortable on a swoop. Besides, jetpacks were cumbersome and traveling light was essential to keeping a low profile and moving quickly. He’d opted for his traditional light battle suit, which was hidden underneath a dark cloak and hood. He carried a GALAAR-15c that was strapped to his back along with a Pattern Electro-Vibrosword and his trusty DL-18 Pistol on his hips. He also carried a satchel with a considerable amount of detonators and EMPs. Traveling light was essential--but he also needed fire power. While there were no Sith or Imperial soldiers within the small city, at least according to his limited intelligence information, there were at least a dozen and possibly more mercenaries expected to be guarding this shipment. Carrying them on his person was risky, but he had to have some way of taking out the opposition or at least temporarily disabling them.
He took a swig of Corellian ale to calm his nerves before climbing on the speeder and setting off for the city. It was approximately ten kilometers away. While landing closer would have been nice, approaching by speeder was much more covert. Besides, the Maridun grasslands were easy to traverse. His plan was to park a short distance from the city and then sneak in through a section of the city’s wall on the southeast that was in disrepair. It was one of his first operations as a Death Watch agent, so success was critical. Both for the organization and himself. For Pre, this wasn’t just another mission--this was personal.
Pre unhooked a speeder and slid it down the loading ramp. He’d elected not to use a jetpack on this mission. He hadn’t quite figured out how to fly them and felt much more comfortable on a swoop. Besides, jetpacks were cumbersome and traveling light was essential to keeping a low profile and moving quickly. He’d opted for his traditional light battle suit, which was hidden underneath a dark cloak and hood. He carried a GALAAR-15c that was strapped to his back along with a Pattern Electro-Vibrosword and his trusty DL-18 Pistol on his hips. He also carried a satchel with a considerable amount of detonators and EMPs. Traveling light was essential--but he also needed fire power. While there were no Sith or Imperial soldiers within the small city, at least according to his limited intelligence information, there were at least a dozen and possibly more mercenaries expected to be guarding this shipment. Carrying them on his person was risky, but he had to have some way of taking out the opposition or at least temporarily disabling them.
He took a swig of Corellian ale to calm his nerves before climbing on the speeder and setting off for the city. It was approximately ten kilometers away. While landing closer would have been nice, approaching by speeder was much more covert. Besides, the Maridun grasslands were easy to traverse. His plan was to park a short distance from the city and then sneak in through a section of the city’s wall on the southeast that was in disrepair. It was one of his first operations as a Death Watch agent, so success was critical. Both for the organization and himself. For Pre, this wasn’t just another mission--this was personal.