Rebel Outpost
Monddor
Etti IV
Nothing ever happened on Monddor. That's why everyone in the surveillance room of the main outpost for Monddor was asleep. All except for one, who was most likely the typical do gooder of the group, never slacking off or sleeping on the job. Everyone else was slumped over in their seats or leaning back in their chairs with their legs propped up, but that one young man was sitting straight up in his seat, eager eyes scanning back and forth from screen to screen keeping track of security feeds from a few of the hangars in the area and feeds on their own outpost. It was a very intricate system, much more than any one man could maintain, which might have bode well for Venge who'd managed to slip by unnoticed.
Before the young man could do anything, Venge was standing right behind him, having not made a sound. Still, the man must have felt the looming presence because he became uneasy. He straightened up in his chair, his head slowly turning to glance over his shoulder, fully expecting to see nothing but open space. Unfortunately for him, however, he caught just a glimpse of a large hand, connected to a long arm that ran up to a man dressed in black from head to toe.
It was too late to do anything, to even yelp before a large, muscular forearm and bicep wrapped around his neck and yanked him out of his seat. The scuffle, for the most part, was quiet, enough so that the others would remain asleep. After a few moments, a muffled snap rushed through the room, but no one else stirred. The sound of the man's neck breaking had been louder than Venge expected, but his companions weren't concerned with anything else but sleep. The others were easy enough to dispatch as well, a single, thin blade coming in very handy that he kept concealed against his left forearm at all times in case he needed it.
He used the blade to quickly puncture the men's necks, between their collar bones and their neck, right down to the heart where not a single bone could prevent his will. Each of them died instantly, not even having time to open their eyes to see what had happened, and just like that, seven men lay dead, strewn about the floor in pools of blood. As if he didn't even notice, Venge waded through them and sat down at the surveillance desk. He then activated the comm under a secure channel, propping his feet up on the desk as he opened a link to @[member="Darth Iscariot"]
"This work is mundane and beneath me.", he said, confirming that he'd successfully taken down their surveillance team for that sector of the city.