Private Operation: Hostile Harvest

[Mr. Usher]

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

STAR WARS
HOSTILE HARVEST ​

The galaxy teeters on the brink of chaos as shadowy powers rise in the Outer Rim. Among them, the sinister hive-mind crime boss, Mr. Usher, schemes to expand its insatiable biomass.

Its latest target: the heavily fortified Kaminax Cloning Facility, where brilliant scientists and advanced technology create clones of unparalleled precision. This moonlit stronghold, shrouded in storms, stands as the only obstacle between Mr. Usher and ultimate dominance.

Now, two daring criminals, desperate for credits and survival, accept a perilous mission. Their task: infiltrate the cloning facility, bypass its unyielding defenses, and deliver its secrets to Mr Usher.

But time is short. Guarded by elite forces and the fearsome bounty hunter Zek Torval, the facility will not fall easily. The fate of the mission hangs in the balance as alarms threaten to summon reinforcements...

The raid begins. Will the operative succeed, or will they perish in the storm? ​

Scroll fades into the vast starfield, and the camera pans down to reveal the stormy moon of Ilvonnis Prime and the glowing Kaminax Cloning Facility below.

Spoiler: Mission Dossier: "Operation Hostile Harvest"

### Mission Dossier: Operation “Hostile Harvest”

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Contractor:

Mr. Usher, Hive-Mind Syndicate Boss

Mr. Usher is a sentient hive-mind with vast influence across the Outer Rim. It thrives by absorbing the knowledge and essence of others into its collective biomass, enhancing its intelligence and power. The acquisition of cloning technology, genetic data, and skilled personnel is critical for its expansion plans.

Mission Overview:

The target is Kaminax Cloning Facility, a high-security installation located on the storm-laden moon of Ilvonnis Prime. Your mission is to infiltrate the facility, secure its assets, and neutralize resistance. Expect heavy security and advanced countermeasures.

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### Primary Objectives
1. Access the Cloning Labs:
- Obtain control of the cloning vats, equipment, and genetic databases.
- Ensure the facility remains operational for future use.

2. Secure Key Personnel:
- Capture senior scientists and technicians.
- They must be delivered alive for assimilation by Mr. Usher.

3. Neutralize Security Systems:
- Disable alarms, surveillance systems, and automated defenses.
- Ensure the facility cannot call for reinforcements.

4. Eliminate or Subdue Resistance:
- Neutralize guards and hostile personnel, including the facility's bounty hunter enforcer, Zek Torval.
- Avoid unnecessary damage to facility infrastructure.

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### Optional Objectives
Retrieve Genetic Samples: Secure stored DNA samples of rare or notable individuals for Mr. Usher’s research.
Extract Data: Hack into the facility’s archives for research logs and secret projects.
Sabotage Backup Systems: Prevent the facility from being operational again if Mr. Usher’s forces fail to hold it.
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### Facility Layout

#### 1. Landing Bay
Heavily monitored entry point with automated turrets and patrols.
Docked security shuttles may be used to call for reinforcements.

#### 2. Lobby & Administration
Main access point for visitors. Includes check-in counters, security scanners, and guarded hallways.
Key card access required for further entry.


#### 3. Security Hub
Houses control systems for cameras, alarms, and automated defenses.
Elite guards monitor this area.
Disabling the hub will greatly reduce facility defenses.


#### 4. Research Labs
Scientists work here on genetic splicing, clone conditioning, and accelerated growth processes.
Contains valuable data terminals and storage vaults.

#### 5. Cloning Chambers
Large vats growing clones in various stages of development.
Climate-controlled and heavily fortified.

#### 6. Armory
Security forces' weapons and equipment storage.
Useful for rearming or booby-trapping.

#### 7. Dormitories
Quarters for scientists and guards.
Could be used to capture personnel or rest for short periods.

#### 8. Command Center
Oversees facility operations and communication.
Likely location of Zek Torval, the bounty hunter in charge of security.

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### Encounter Details

1. Security Systems:
Automated turrets, motion sensors, and reinforced blast doors.
Slice control terminals or disable them from the Security Hub.

2. Security Personnel:
Professional guards armed with blaster rifles, thermal detonators, and riot shields.
Patrols rotate every 10 minutes.


3. Boss Encounter: Zek Torval
Experienced Mandalorian bounty hunter with a personal vendetta against Mr. Usher.
Wields custom Mandalorian armor, flamethrower, and dual WESTAR-35 blasters.
Equipped with a jetpack for aerial combat.

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### Approaches

Stealth:
Use the stormy environment for cover and infiltrate through ventilation systems or maintenance tunnels.
Slice terminals to disable systems without raising alarms.

Disguise:
Pose as contractors or delivery personnel to gain entry through the Landing Bay or Lobby.
Forge key cards and credentials for deeper access.

Brute Force:
Launch a direct assault via the Landing Bay.
Expect high resistance but could provide a distraction for infiltration elsewhere.

Diversionary Tactics:
- Create distractions (e.g., explosions or false alarms) to draw guards away from key areas.

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### Threat Levels

Low Threat: Outer perimeter patrols, civilian staff, and basic automated systems.
Moderate Threat: Inner guards, reinforced doors, and surveillance drones.
High Threat: Security Hub personnel, Zek Torval, and emergency reinforcements (30-minute ETA if alarm is raised).

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### Final Notes

The Black Sun will not tolerate failure. Should you succeed, the rewards will be vast, including credits, equipment, and favor with the Mr. Usher. However, betrayal or incompetence will be met with swift retribution. Good luck, operative.

STARRING
Kinley Pryse
Mr. Usher
P O D
Zek Torval

 

[Mr. Usher]

HOSTILE HARVEST
TAGS: Kinley Pryse | P O D
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Peals of lightning illuminated the jagged peaks of Ilvonnia Prime, in the valleys of which lies a compound of buildings.

The Kaminax Cloning Facility was a hive of activity. The well-funded illegal operation was intentionally remote, far from prying eyes of any Galactic or Imperial law enforcement.

Which meant it wouldn't be missed, Mr. Usher reminded himself. They had landed the Getaway freighter several clicks away and approached the facility on an all-terrain speeder; the roof of produced a pitter-patter against the rain as one of Mr. Usher's husk-weight flesh-drones piloted it through the crags to the facility.

Atop one of those crags, a barely visible silhouette of an ultra-dense hulk waited. The biomass carried the meat, organs, and bones worth to produce 500 husk drones alone with the strength to match. If things took a turn for the worse, Mr. Usher would have backup ready, the hulk drone prepared to intervene and consume the VIP targets or haul equipment.

The Hive-Mind left the contracted help to their own devices for preparation, providing an advance on funding to procure necessary equipment, fake identities, or other tools of the trade they deemed fit.

In the backseat of the speeder was the most human-looking of the drones, a moderately dense humanoid that looked closer to an old man wrinkled with age and near translucent skin. The "Talker" drone. Besides the Talker were another pair of husks wearing durasteel armor with blasters, disguised by the armor coverage and posing as bodyguards.

Across from the talker in the back of the speeder was the hired help - Kinley Pryse and P O D - the woman was versatile: slicer, shockboxer, and gambler. Her 'employment' with the Black Sun meant her loyalty was tied to her survival; one less point of failure to worry about.

As for the other, the deathstick dealer - well, they at least looked like they could use the credits and sounded confident about the job.

Regardless, Mr. Usher needed actual humans to keep the heat off of himself.

Mr. Usher, via the 'Talker', spoke to the hired help, accompanying the greeting with a physiologically inaccurate, overly toothy smile: "A pleasure to meet you both in person" the 'Talker' proxy removed a cigarette and lighter from the pocket of it's pinstriped suit, lighting and puffing before reaching towards the others with the box outstretched in its writhing, prehensile pseudo-fingers. "Fancy a cig before we talk last-minute business?"

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[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Kinley couldn't believe she was in this situation, but by now she'd learned she really didn't have a choice. The old man across from her was... strange looking. She couldn't quit figure out what he was. He looked like someone had made a human but didn't quit know where all the parts went. She was trying not to stare but it was difficult. When he stared talking it was almost a relief because she had an excuse to look at him. It was like a speeder wreck where you really didn't want to look but you also couldn't peel your eyes away. Something was just... off....

"Fancy a cig before we talk last-minute business?"

She took the extended cigarette and nodded at the old man.

"These things will kill you ya know."

Or would they? She wasn't even sure this guy was human. She put the cig in her mouth and sat back, studying him. Her boss, Stryker, had said he owed the guy a favor and Kinley was in charge of repaying that. Figures she'd get stuck doing the dirty work.





Mr. Usher P O D

A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

 

[P O D]

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Mr. Usher Kinley Pryse​

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Pod was a tricky man to get ahold of. Almost as if he could blend in anywhere at any time... and yet his name swirled around various syndicates and crime circles - like the water in a toilet bowl. He was known to be a reliable contact for high stakes infiltration and/or acquisition of valued goods. He had been around awhile, more than a century at that, and it was safe to say he had built up an impressive base of connections. His experience in the field of secrecy and covertness was hard to find anywhere else, his remarkably accurate intuition and uniquely tenticular assets kept him the name that rest on the tip of people's tongues, dripping like thick honey into the pool referrals. It was safe to say that most anyone that wanted a paramount job done right would have Pod's name thrown their way - those bigger kind of jobs where really the only things he kept himself busy with these days anyway, deathstick dealing was only the side gig really. A shapeshifter was undoubtedly skilled at the art of deception, there was no doubt about that, but what really sold most people was his hefty resume and glowing reviews.

He assumed that Mr. Usher had gotten ahold of him in this manner, a word of mouth type deal that landed him in the presence of his drones...an interview. The drones themselves might've been confused for Pod himself from an onlooker's point of view. Save for some notable anatomy deformities and perhaps a more outwardly insidious exterior, the two creatures did seem to share a few commonalities. Both had a mouth full of carnivorous fangs, pearly whites that seemed to sharpen and grind against one another whenever they spoke. Both seemed to have an affinity for tentacle-like appendages. Both seemed to be known for their shapeshifting collection of mass. Pod got the sense that they were also both beings motivated by self-interest, primitive and animalistic. Ruthless, consuming. He respected this. He had always been distrustful of other humanoid species, with all their sincerity and integrity. Just show him the money, his loyalty and morals would be inevitably tied to the trail of credits. With a shake of hands and contracted compliance, this creature of chaos, this Mr. Usher was his new temporary devotion.

He prepared well for this job, having utilized the credits paid in advance to secure a small collection of gadgets and gizmos that were smuggled into pockets or hung from his belt. A small electro sword hid on his adorned hip, engulfed in the drapery of his loose clothing. He doubted he would use it, it was only there 'just in case'. His real weapon of choice dripped with crimson blood, the red droplets staining his maroon colored pants. In place of his right hand, there wriggled 5 scaly tendrils. Tentacle-like in appearance yes, but they did not have suckers and their tips came to a needle point. The scales that encompassed the limbs were reptilian, a defensive measure. He had to remove his hand to allow the growth of these tentacles, a horrific event that he had taken care of prior to getting into the speeder. It had been done with the electro sword. Now the tendrils mobilized in space, stemming from his wrist and swimming about in erratic and mindless activity. They dripped with slime and blood, a byproduct of them sprouting from a bleeding wound.

So there he sat, in the speeder next to the other hired hand. She looked young. Impressionable...perhaps a bit unpracticed in this kind of a job. He watched as she struggled to do anything other than stare at the drones, puzzled by their muddled silhouette. This was just another day in the office for Pod, his face drawn down into a neutral scowl. He would watch Kinley take the cigarette, watch her bring it to her lips. He was trying to get a feel for her, figure her out a bit before they would be watching each other's backs in this cloning facility. They had been introduced to one another back on the freighter, but other than that they hadn't spoken much. He didn't know what to make of her.

"These things will kill you ya know."

Pod thought this comment was a bit ironic, considering she sat next to a death stick dealer. Now, those death sticks would really kill ya. His attention shifted back to the humanoid drone as it went to offer him a cigarette as well, an offer he declined with the shake of his head. Instead, he reached into his own pocket to pull out a death stick; delivering the luminescent stick to his lips. He was ready to hear this last minute business.

 

[Mr. Usher]

HOSTILE HARVEST
TAGS: Kinley Pryse P O D​

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"These things will kill you ya know."

The Black Sun slicer replied, even as she accepted a cigarette from the 'Talker' drone. The other shapshifter, a sort of mixed Shi'ido, declined, procuring their own poison of choice. It seems that their operational reputation beyond drug dealing was true, judging by the weapons procured.

Mr. Usher procured a light for the trio as he wheezed out a laugh: "They can certainly try." He could always expel the lungs and create a new set of the corpus survived long enough for it to be an issue.

The suit-wearing meat puppet, a result of sith alchemical experimentation to recreate a self-replicating Mnggal-Mnggal, leaned back, took a drag from the cigarette, and began to talk strategy with the operatives.

"Now I don't mean to tell you how to do your jobs, but just to coordinate: I figure we'll have a few opening targets to target before we get to the *meat of the operation.

First off, taking out the Security Center will make everything easier, though that's a tall order in itself. If Kinley Pryse can slice their network and disable or, better yet, turn the defenses against themselves, the facility itself is practically ours.

Secondly, seizing control of the Landing Bay will make our getaway a lot cleaner, not to mention if the security's hacked the capability to turn the air defenses against any off-site backup will give us some room to breathe if the alarm is raised.

Lastly - The Operation Center is heavily protected, but if that's taken the station will be without the capacity to coordinate over comms or raise an alarm at all. Might even be able to sow more confusion from withing.

If taking these goes to Poodoo we can cut to the clone labs and grab me a bite to eat, then I can wreak a little havoc while you folks take as much data, genetic material, and scientists as you can."

Mr Usher takes another drag of his cigarette before continuing, " if the scientists put up a fight, take their heads, I only need their brains intact, just easier if it's alive is all."

The speeder drew close to the drop zone and the hatch opened; one of the armed husked lept to provide overwatch at the disembark zone.

"Ready to earn your creds? I'm getting hungry just thinking about what we'll find inside." Mr. Usher mirthfully concluded, a toothy grin with a lamprey-mouth adorning his face.

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