We were conquers.
// Location.Outer Rim Territories, Myto Sector, Dubrillion
// Mission Brief Uploading..Reconnaissance : Mapping, Mark Assets
// Resources...Minimal
// Time Frame....72 Standard Hours
The HUD flickered as it captured the massive civilian bay; compiling stills for later map recreation. The drizzle of rain magnifying the glare from the neon and wharf buildings, the drops landed upon the Commander's screen as she tilted her head back; watching the stormclouds brewing on the wind. It was well past twenty two hundred and the city glowed in the dark metallic sheen from the waterfront. Faint alarms wailing in the distance as the port began to shut down in the wake of the storm, a civilian yacht the last of the cruising ships to pull in as the winds began to pick up; the wind howling as waves crashed violently at the city edge. The filters picking up the salt in the air, the Commander watched the massive body of water for a single moment-she had never seen the ocean side.
Dubrillion, nintey five percent ocean and perhaps the next theater of war. In the distance durasteel floodgates hissed and Lyra refocused, steam rising from their doors as they jetted out from the depths and from industrial complexes as the city prepared. Weather sensors indicated a bad storm, and Lyra wondered if the gates had been precautionary or if they were about to be tossed into a cyclone. Time would tell if it would work in their favor. The clock had slowly began to mount with only seventy two hours to produce results. Reviewing the last of the initial scans, her eyes followed the metal walkway from the vantage point of the corroding complex. Many nonessential buildings and warehouses were tucked away but data collection didn’t discriminate, the scanners took keen interest in the privatized sector on the far end of the bay; but even the A.I could not classify it at this distance. The woman highlighted along the team's map as a point of interest.
Somewhere there was a snake waiting in the grass, perhaps that had been the reason such precaution had been taken in selecting the agents for the team. Intelligence had been chasing a dark clad individual along the Braxant Run itself, the consequences of one Sith Knight though? She had humored the initial reports from JanFathal, but the sighting local agents had offered..Perhaps the waterlogged planet was not as simple as it seemed. A head hunt though, was better job suited for the shadowy sects of the NIO. She'd have to see what good the addition of two Knights to the conglomeration would have to offer. The woman had taken the missive for what it was, come what may with a rouge SIMP Agent somewhere out there-but getting a dark sider and two knights to work together however? She was just a soldier, Command would have no sympathies to offer and Lyra nigh dreaded the next three days.
Dubrillion would play host to a greater wrath with or without solid leads, the Order's death march would not overlook the next foothold at least and the planet itself's resources. Mygeeto and Muunilinst fresh on the mind. Exhaling, the ventilators kicked in and Lyra remained there at the edge of the roof top scanning the pier a final time. Primary concerns were getting eyes on the ground before an assault, the errors of Muunilinst still burning in her skin; the servo that replaced her hand curling at her side.
Beyond its foundation the capitol of the water world hosted many luxury suites and highrises. It reminded her of the approach to Kaas City’s own center. Rising from her knee, Lyra turned away from the port to retreat. Her form rippled just a reflection of the bleak surroundings. Moving silently back toward their clandestine landing zone below, assessing her rifle and stock. The Phantom-class Shuttle had retreated only minutes before, the five of them in the outskirts to make their way up. Or perhaps they’d be wading knee deep through waters if the rain kept up. The ISB agent in tow haunted the lower street, waiting on standby and she threw the man a faint gesture before he set out-all but disappearing. This was deep Sith space, and they'd require a healthy dose of caution. They had only so much resources at their disposal, and her head swiveled seeking out the force users among the steel canopy. There was a presence faint and there but she was but a novice in those matters.
<<”First Brother, Knights Predor and Asmus do you read?”>> Lyra inquired over the tied comm link, reaching up to adjust the flak cloak slick from the growing downpour.
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