Marooned Sand Panthers

[Hoid Hallafax]

The "Belter Rebellion" as the holo news was beginning to call it, had been a several month affair. From small scale raids in the Belt to a full out battle above Kolene herself, the conflict had cost Corellian hundreds of thousands of credits and too many lives to count. The common denominator in CNI investigations seemed to be The Directorate.

The Directorate was a highly militant right wing group with ties in almost every manufacturing group in the Corellian Sector. They were almost as large as old Corellian companies, though no one could find a real beginning to their leap into the public eye. They'd lobbied their way into several military contracts large and small and were rumored to be in bed with the military...Or at least they had been until CNI's investigation.

Several violations of worker's rights, illegal construction of warships and fleets that far exceeded the maximum allowed under Corellian Confederation laws. Of course, there was nothing they could do now that the fleets were constructed as as they at present claimed to only be for Corellia...The military had promised to give the mega corp a pass.

The military that is.

Corellian Naval Intelligence however had secretly constructed a small team of Halcyon and CNI operatives to infiltrate a secret Directorate base. The base was deep in Socorro's Belt, far past the small area allocated for corporate use. That was suspicious enough for Director Basalli to send the squad.

OBJECTIVES:

• Find anything that would directly involve The Directorate in the "Belter Rebellion"
• Find anything that would indicate malicious intent from The Directorate towards the Corellian Confederation
• If possible, disable the base or destroy it
• Don't get caught
• Halcyon never die.

 

[Kopo Gahzaku]

Anxious would be a pretty good way to describe Kopo's feelings at the moment.

This was his first actual operation, his first actual operation where there was actually some risk. It wasn't unreasonable for him to be a bit worried but his nerves were just bombarding his senses, looking for anything that might threaten his life. Kopo was on as high of alert as he possibly could be.

Treading as lightly as possible in his mashup of a uniform, a traditional Skakoan pressure suit melded with Halcyon armor, Kopo continued slowly down the dimly lit, almost completely dark corridor of the space station. He had just entered the station through the blastdoors off the landing pad where the operations transports had landed. He had gotten through the lock on the door's system without a problem and now he made his way down the corridor that the blastdoors led through.

As he continued down the corridor it wasn't long before he found another corridor branching off to the left from the main one. He peeked around the corner with his WESTAR Blaster Carbine, flashlight attachment on to help see better through the semi-darkness. The corridor itself was clear, but there were three rooms going off of it.

He quietly made his way to the first room on the left side of the corridor. He opened the door and peered inside. All he saw was boxes, crates, and racks, besides that the room was almost empty and completely dark. Kopo took a few more steps inside the room and swept it with his blaster. Just a storage room. He stepped out of the room and left the door open.

He made his way to the next room which was on the right side of the corridor just a bit ahead of the first door. He opened the door and peered inside as he had the other room. More boxes, more crates, more racks. The only difference was a workstation on the wall opposite to Kopo that was partially covered by a tarp. He took a few steps inside the room again and swept it with his blaster. Nothing of interest. He stepped back into the side corridor and continued to the last room.

The last room was at the very end of the hallway. Kopo approached it and opened the door. The other rooms were relatively large compared to this one. There were some storage cabinets, some stacked chairs, and a box-shaped object covered by a tarp in the far left corner. Kopo approached the shape and removed the tarp. A desk. Possibly and office of some kind. Kopo swept the room completely and stepped out into the side corridor once again. He then tuned his pressure suits communication from Skakoverbal to Galactic Basic.

"Side corridor leading off the main corridor, not far from entry point..." he scanned the room one last time, "All clear."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Space Station Alpha , the Provisional Headquarters of the Directorate. After a one-month journey to the Core Worlds , Maracel had finally decided to return to the Corellian Sector deciding to head for Space Station Alpha where Natian Sanorge and Malachi Smelone where going to report the current developments taking place beyond the Core Worlds. As Maracel’s Flagship the Eye of the Director jumped out of hyperspace near the Station , Maracel spotted a trio his new Subjugator-Class Star Destroyers guarding the Station along 5 Assimilator Star Destroyers with Black Squadron.

After joining the Grayson Imperium though his loyalties to the Imperator were only a secret and where generally unknown to the Corellian Confederation , Maracel had increased his military presence throughout the Corellian Confederation along with the sphere of the Directorate. In order to move forward for his future plans for the Confederation , Maracel had been forming a group led by him and Shran , formerly the Acting Chancellor of the CIC after it’s Collapse and now High Lord of the Imperium.

As Maracel boarded a shuttle and departed for Space Station Alpha where Natian Sanorge and Malachi Smelone awaited him. As Maracel arrived in the only hangar of the Space Station he was greeted by a group of Directorate Supercommandos and Malachi Smelone himself. “Welcome to Space Station Alpha , Marcel i hope your trip was very pleasant.” Smelone said.”Oh yes very pleasant. Finally i get to get away from the Imperiums Politics , after that meeting over Xa Fel and the Invasion of Empress Teta it’s time i get more involved in Corellian Politics. “ Maracel Replied. Maracel and Malachi proceed to head for the Conference Room where Natian Sanorge awaited them.

“Welcome Maracel. I have the data you requested”. Natian said as both Maracel and Malachi proceeded to sit down. “Great let’s review them shall we.” Maracel replied. Other then reporting the recent development of the DIA’s Activities beyond the Core Worlds , Maracel had instructed Natian Sanorge to provide intel on possible Proxies the Directorate would use for future operations to use against both the Corellian Confederation and the High Lord of the Imperium , Tobias Dracks. Eventually these proxies would give Maracel the Political Boost needed to further expand the Directorate and execute Plan Gamma.

 

[Tris]

"Copy," she said quietly. She nodded her head indicating it was safe for the two CNI agents to pass by her. In her armor she was comically large compared to the small humans, but smaller still compared to her partner today. He towered over even her. She clicked a button on her helmet and switched her quad-eyed view to a infared.

They'd landed in secret in a part of the station that pretended to be abandoned. It looked like a mine but as they had gotten deeper it was clear it was masquerading as a mine storage area, or maybe it wasn't a mask. Maybe it had once been a mine on the surface before Akala had shattered the planet nearly in two. She shuddered at the thought that they could be walking through a hundred peoples' graves.

She swung her rifle up and passed Kopo, taking point as he watched the rear on their advance. Her scanners beeped internally as they picked up an energy reading, a pipe of some sort leading up to a wall.

"I've got something," she said almost silently. Their helmet coms would pick it up though and transmit it.

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