Public Operation: SHATTERPOINT

[Sora Mohc]

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INTO DARKNESS
Cinnagar, Empress Teta
SIA OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT​

The streets filled with fire, mass demonstrations consisting of political gatherings, anti-war rallies, and violent riots sparked throughout the capital of Cinnagar. There had been an overwhelming sense of worry that gripped hold of the Galactic populace in the wake of Csilla’s demise and Empress Teta was no different. As one of the worlds plagued by the sudden appearance of Mawite Death Cults in conjunction with rumors of a Krath Revivalist movement, fear would spread and as word from the Second Stygian Campaign had yet to reach back, all our panic exploded in a series of violent riots that rocked the capital to it’s core.

It’s been three days. Three days of looting and violence as Tetan authorities struggle to maintain some semblance of order and restore peace in areas affected by the infighting. GADF personnel have been requested as things look grim and steam continues to build despite any and all attempts at restoring the peace.

He raised his tattered hood and stepped boldly into the crowd, blending in with the chanting rioters. Caleb’s eyes scanned from corner to corner as he hobbled along with the masses. He’d been here for three days. Three long days. Moore broke from the trunk of moving chanters and entered a nearby alleyway. Checking his flank he looked to make sure he hadn’t been followed before slooping down near a dumpster out of view. The SIA agent grit his teeth as he felt the wound to his side send a pulsing wave of pain jolting across his nerve receptors.

Groaning in pain, the male shifted his weight over and leaned against the nearby wall as his right hand dove into his jacket pocket. Extending his arm out from his pocket he held out a small round holocommunicator and activated it.

“Operation Shatterpoint has been derailed, the cult leaders behind the Tetan chapter are well organized and heavily armed. They instituted the riots and I believe are planning something much bigger… and.. “

He sighed as his left hand fell against his face, he paused for the briefest of moments.

“AMDENON is dead, agent down. Recommend new orders.”

The encrypted message would connect with IVI , he would lift himself up and wait until the coast was clear to proceed.



// Feel free to explore the chaos or cause more of it! Develop the plot as you see fit and hinder or help intentionally or non the SIA uncover the hidden plot before it’s too late. //

 

[Aeshima baal]

Voice

Little did the rioters or SIA know there where was something worse in the crowd invisible to the naked eye but the massive darkside presence was there it was primal, otherworldly, and horribly twisted but heavy aswell it stunk of a demon to those of force sensitivity. She was unable to find those she sought the cultists on this planet Primarily to kill them and drag their souls to the netherworld for further torment there was to much emotion in this city for her to sense them.

That was when she sensed something different physical pain but also duty she appeared at the end of the alley then infront of him almost instantly. "Your different why are you here" she said looking at him her stance was ready for combat but she looked into his eyes with her black eyes and ghost white skin there was pure rage in her eyes but not for him "do you have information on the cult occupying this planet?" She said. Her anger was focused on the cult on this planet but it would encompass all who stood in her way.

 

[IVI]

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To: Sora Mohc
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Unfortunate news.
Leave the crowd control to local law enforcement.

Find out what the end game is.

More agents are deployed in the area, if you suspect them the mutual phrase is
> We live in a twilight world.

They will respond with
>And there are no friends at dusk

Keep your trust as safe as the information you collect. Keep in touch.

QUANTUM CONNECTION TERMINATED

 

[Tevra Nezaine]

Stellar Aurora split the air above Cinnagar en route to the spaceport, its beacon showing as Alliance law enforcement, which allowed it to enter the airspace above the rioting tumult.

Tevra, however, was getting off a bit sooner than the airport. The rest of her team was assigned to assist local LEOs with crowd control and to ensure those same locals stayed in line with Alliance doctrine on riot control. She, herself, was acting on a related but separate mission.

<"Keep comms open, let me know if you get sticky."> She told her squad only a moment before stepping off of the ramp and into the air. She rotated slowly in freefall for a moment, watching as her ship sped away, the ramp closing. When her feet pointed at the ground once again she engaged the jump jets in her armor in short bursts, alighting on a rooftop in the city.

Due to the nature of her squad, she had a link to IVI on her ship. As her squad was already en route to help with the riots, it was likely one of several logical choices to contact her to assist a local agent ( Caleb Mastigar ) in need of assistance.

Tevra knelt at the edge of the roof scanning the area. She'd been given the least amount of intel necessary to locate the agent and establish communication. Nothing was ever secure enough. She matched several buildings to scans of the area that had been sent, matching some of the imagery in the background of the agents communication. She nodded to herself, then stepped back from the edge of the roof. She moved along the roof to a spot above an alley, matching detritus on the walls. She scanned the area, noting that a group of twenty or so were moving along a parallel street, chanting loudly though Tevra couldn't make out the words.

Slowly, quietly, she slipped over the edge of the roof, using her armor to slow her fall and let her land behind a dumpster in the alley. She landed and knelt once again, scanning the area once more to make sure that nothing and no one was approaching her position. Her first goal was to locate the agent and render what aid she could.

 

[Rackham]

MOZOS , DEEP CORE
On board the Challenger...

Lately things had not gone in the favor of Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar and his associates with the removal of Sularen from power on Byss and the revelation that PL46U3 was in fact a collective of hackers which only served as a huge slap to the Politorate's face and a massive humiliation for Sevenar and his colleges. However despite Sevenar's past failures , Marlon Sularen still required the services of the Politorate in the wake of the Galactic Alliance's Occupation of Byss and the rise of unrest on Emperess Teta.

While these two events seemed unrelated Emperess Teta itself was once an Imperialist Powerbase under High Lord Shran of the Grayson Imperium who ruled Emperess Teta along with 3 Neighboring Worlds as part of his Imperial Remnant/Enclave within Cedric Grayson's larger Imperium. In fact Dorian Sevenar himself once served under the Core Imperial Confederation and later Shran's Imperial Remnant as an Admiral and Grand Admiral respectively and he did have alot of connections to some of Shran's Subordinates most of them who lay imprisoned by the Galactic Alliance after a failed coup d'etat by some of Shran's Officers who attempted to overthrow the Pro-GA Government installed after Emperess Teta joined the Galactic Alliance.

In addition to this the very Senator of Emperess Teta Seto Du Couteau , had previously served as the Acting Director of the Core Imperial Security Bureau and while it has been half a decade since the Fall of the Core Imperial Confederation , the Director-Admiral still believed that the Tetan Senator still held some secrets from the old CIC which could also boost Sularen's Efforts. If Sevenar could Liberate the Imprisoned Imperial Officers and acquire the secrets from Du Couteau , then it would further strengthen the Shadow Hand Initiative and ensure a Victory against the Alliance.

While Dorian Sevenar had enough assets to carry on this mission the Director-Admiral instead contacted Kenth Berik seeking his aid for his Planned Operation as the assistance of Kenth Berik's Adjudicators would allow for a more swift and decisive strike and increase the chances of this Operation becoming a success. Kenth Berik and his Men had already previously served Sularen and Sevenar in the past and produced considerable results , if Sevenar wanted to Liberate Imprisoned Officers AND Kidnap the Senator of Emperess Teta then his men would certainly be required especially if the Galactic Alliance decided to intervene once more.

Thus , the Director-Admiral sat in his Office within his Cloaked Flagship awaiting the results of his Operation. With Shadow Company and Raptor Squad on standby all the Director-Admiral needed was confirmation that Kenth Berik and his men had made landfall on Emperess Teta to begin Operation THUNDERBOLT . While Sularen might have lost Byss , he still had alot of assets within the Core and Deep Core and he would make sure that he gave his enemies a hard time in order to ensure his own resurgence and revenge against those who deceived him.

Spoiler: Encrypted Message

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Senior Captain Berik

I must say that your services to the Association and the Politorate have been quite appreciated by my peers as you and your men have proven themselves countless times on the Battlefield. However with recent events we once more require the support of you and your men for a new mission which might prove a bit risky for your men but i am confident that you will be able to produce the same positive results as always , Captain.

During the last days of the Core Imperial Confederation , there were rumors about a vast amount of Secret Projects that were in the works by certain departments such as the Core Imperial Security Bureau. By the time the Core Imperial Confederation fell apart the Core Imperial Security Bureau was led by Acting Director Seto Du Couteau who has now served as the Senator of Emperess Teta for sometime now. For Years , the Politorate has seeked to acquire any potential secrets held by Senator Du Couteau although we have never managed to find an opportunity to kidnap him or force him to reveal such secrets due to his position within the Alliance.

However now Emperess Teta has been ravaged by Civil Unrest with the rise of Mawite Death Cults and other similar organizations. This has given us the opportunity we require in order to kidnap Seto Du Couteau in order to interrogate him and acquire the information we have long desired. Your task is to find Seto Du Couteau and bring her to my Flagship orbiting the Planet of Mozos within the Emperess Teta System. You and your men will be provided with an advanced payment of 720 Thousand Credits with a Final Payment worth 250% more then the Advanced Payment once your job is complete.

Tag | Kenth Berik
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[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Public Auditorium 'The Empress's Voice', Cinnagar, Empress Teta
Action: Publicly Speaking and Meeting with the concerned citizens of Teta
Interactions: [Open]
Attire

Preparations for his appearance in public had been met with varying degrees of resistance, mostly due to the heightened risk levels caused by the protests and riots. Though Seto began to grow curious and realized that much of the pushback was coming from the Noble Bloc of the planetary government.

His eyes monitored the time on the data-slate and waved ahead the head of his security detail to begin their escort towards the auditorium. Seto had always been of the thought that eventually people come to view things through his perspective, if given enough time. For the most part his gentle pushes with the Force were simply used to nudge the Nobles of Empress Teta to follow the better path. Now though the young Du Couteau heir has seen that these gentle nudges were becoming largely irrelevant.

Greed is such an easier emotion to guide than Pride. Seto mused wearily, silently thankful that the Corporate Political Bloc haven’t shown deviation away from the Senator’s goals. Yet. Seto was all too keen to the riots and protests, increasing damage to the perception of Empress Teta’s unified stance. If Nobles and Industry Leaders can get along, why can’t the citizenry with one another.

Standing next to the podium Seto waited as the seats around him were filled with Tetans of all manners. With the increasing immigration and acceptance of refugees the Tetan demographics have seen increasing shifts to more than just humans. The good will that had followed Seto’s push for further unconstrained planetary borders was well received and Seto hoped that the Tetans today would demonstrate their eagerness to remain unified through this current storm of affairs.

“Welcome, I apologize for the increased security detail but safety is important.” Seto began as he addressed the audience. “Safety has always been important and right now I understand why people are protesting in fear for their own safety.”

The low murmurs flowed along the crowd as Seto continued, “-I cannot claim to have the ability to guarantee everyone’s safety, but what I can promise that we will become like the heroes of old. The heroes we speak of in stories, in paintings and movies. If we all but have faith.” Seto declared.

“Because very much like those heroes that represent the truest form of courage; when a hero chooses to sacrifice themselves for the future of those they care about, it is in that moment the hero accepted all that fear, danger, risk and pushed on ahead to bring about a better future for everyone.”

“It is because of their sacrifice day was won, we celebrate the victory and we embrace the truth that evil has been defeated. But the hero will never get to see that, the hero will never know if their sacrifice truly contributed to the final victory, all they had at that moment when they made their sacrifice. . . was faith.”

“The kind of faith I have in not just Empress Teta but the people here before me and those who also have faith in a better future. Faith that despite the fear that grips our hearts, we can and still take a step forward towards that future.” Seto took a pause before taking a step forward to the edge, he carefully jumped down to the floor below and gestured with both arms towards himself.

“I will be here for as long as possible to talk to as many of you individually as time can allow me. If you may all form into a single line in front of me. . .” Seto declared, his security were rather caught off guard by the action but the line formed without much shouting. As each Tetan approached their Senator, Seto clasped their hands tightly and offered them each a word of encouragement. Seto truly believed that while no military force could ever conquer this entire galaxy, faith alone could overturn it all.

"Hello, what's your name? Eric? Where do you work at? Oh! How are the Union Leaders treating you there. . . "
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[Haenn Meeriel]

{Cinnagar - Empress Teta}
{Master Sergeant Haenn Meeriel standing by with the Special Investigations and Tactics Squad}


He should've been on Corellia.

Haenn's smile had since become a distant memory, a necessity while he stared down the slow-moving wall of rioters. Quietly, or at least drowned out amidst the screams, shouts, and carnage, he took a quick step to the side as a team of paramedics wheeled off yet another civilian. It had been the seventh-- tenth time? He had lost track soon after the first few.

"Get down! There's a b-" A voice just barely stood out in the chaos.

Seconds later, he heard the shattering of glass, the loud roar of a thermal detonation, and the mixed screams of law enforcement and civilians.

"What the Kark was that?!"

Haenn had his answer soon enough. His head aimed over the crowd, in search of the sound's origin, to the farther sides of the blockade. A shop, selling who knew what, collapsed on itself, support beams and walls torn from their places and reduced to shreds and shrapnel.

His head turned to the Corellian marshal at his side almost immediately, "Roja. You're with me."

The front-echelon took new positions to plug the new gap, but not before one of the rioters dove through the mayhem and rubble, only to be quickly blocked and stunned by the arrest teams. Haenn himself threw an anxious glance at first, but quickly turned his attention to the injured officers in front of him, sliding along the concrete and scraping the padding protecting his knees before anchoring himself with the reinforced heel of his boot, just as reinforcements from the rear echelon passed by to secure the formation's head.

"Where's the godsdamn medic!?" The Corellian now looked among the display of charred and bleeding victims, some even dismembered, while he felt for the pulse of the police-corporal nearest to him.

Nothing.

The stretchers rolled in soon afterward, the paramedics and armed guards alongside, while Haenn scrambled for his communicator.

"<This is Meeriel. Bomb detonation in Sector 2-7C, Antique shop by the looks of it. Three officers dead, Two in critical condition. One civilian apprehended.>" A group of suppression shots perforated the air, fired just over the heads of the crowd and dispersing far from lethal or any contact, "<I don't think we'll be able to keep holding, LT.>"

Tevra Nezaine

 

[Zaria Welbyrne]

Haenn Meeriel

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"<This is Meeriel. Bomb detonation in Sector 2-7C, Antique shop by the looks of it. Three officers dead, Two in critical condition. One civilian apprehended.>" A group of suppression shots perforated the air, fired just over the heads of the crowd and dispersing far from lethal or any contact, "<I don't think we'll be able to keep holding, LT.>"

<"On your left!"> Came a response over the local channel as a pair of repulsorcraft roared in from an alley opposite the wreckage of the store, coming to a swift halt roughly twenty-five meters apart. Alliance Marshals in armor and carrying riot shields disembarked on the double from each, forming a perimeter linked to the line of police near Haenn Meeriel . A few null grenades went up as a third craft thundered in from overhead, dropping vertically as soon as it got between the two groundcraft and thudding to the ground solidly, missing either repulsorcraft by little more than a meter. As soon as the third craft landed, the repulsorcraft both engaged their deflector shields focused overhead and on the far side from the police line.

All of this happened in a blink that was too well executed to not be orchestrated. The doors on the third craft, a dropship with the Alliance Medical symbol on the side, opened to reveal a mobile hospital unit. Technicians bustled quickly, setting up a triage tent outside it at the same time as a woman in combat armor, but the Alliance Medical symbol in place of any unit insignia, jogged out with a few other combat medics and met the paramedics. Medics and technicians began to survey the wounded with brusque efficiency.

Zaria raised her armors visor and scanned for someone who looked like they were in charge. She could feel the misery coming off of the wounded, and she pushed out through the force, sending calming waves through the area around her. She dare not do more yet, without knowing the situation and where she would be needed most.

She walked up to Haenn Meeriel and nodded. "Captain Zaria Welbyrne off of the Alliance Medical Cruiser Light of Hope. We were en route to the city center when we saw the thermal detonator here and redirected. Looked like you all could use a breather." There was an energy to her that was almost infectious, and she had a distinctly Corellian accent. While she wasn't smiling, you could tell that she was excited, though that word wouldn't quite fit the mood. "Most call me Halo, where can you use us best?"

The repulsorcraft were starting to come under assault, the null grenades having worn off, but the two craft were built for the middle of battle and were faring well. Their shields were keeping the violence from seeping back towards the mobile hospital and the police line for the moment.

"I'll have to release the repulsors to get to their next mission, but my trauma squad can help out as you need."

 

[Haenn Meeriel]

{Cinnagar - Empress Teta}
{Master Sergeant Haenn Meeriel standing by with the Special Investigations and Tactics Squad -- That's a mouthful}

<"On your left!">

Before he knew it, the sounds of repulsors rocked the air around, Alliance Marshals now diving from the passenger berths of their respective transports. A single, long sigh of relief escaped Haenn's mouth, though sustained for only a matter of seconds before one of the higher-ranking reinforcements made her way toward him.

"Captain Zaria Welbyrne off of the Alliance Medical Cruiser Light of Hope. We were en route to the city center when we saw the thermal detonator here and redirected. Looked like you all could use a breather." There was an energy to her that was almost infectious, and she had a distinctly Corellian accent. While she wasn't smiling, you could tell that she was excited, though that word wouldn't quite fit the mood. "Most call me Halo, where can you use us best?"

"I'll have to release the repulsors to get to their next mission, but my trauma squad can help out as you need."​

"Master Sergeant Haenn Meeriel, Special Investigations and Tactics Squad, CorSec liaison," He came close to extending his hand to the other Corellian, but quickly decided against the continued formalities, "We'll need medical teams behind the rear echelon. Get our injured officers in stable condition first, try and get whatever they can tell you about the bombing."

Haenn took another look at the area beyond the formation, still flooded with rioters, although some had seemed to disperse with the arrival of reinforcements, "You can call off the repulsors in a bit. Stand by," The master sergeant's attention turned to the rest of the riot team, "Rear-- Close formation. Front-- Open. Arrest teams!"

He slid his sidearm from the holster at his belt, one hand preparing to take aim for a new wave of rioters that would slowly seep in through the cracks in their lines, and clicking the stun setting into action, while the other began at three fingers, two, one.

"Alright, Call 'em off." Haenn displayed little excitement in his voice, that having worn off soon after the fateful replay to his hail, rather replacing enthusiasm with a seasoned tone; thrown off, however, by a looming sense of worry, "Feel free to step back."

The first step would be letting parts of the crowd enter through breaks in the formation, quickly apprehending and processing who they could, while the front lines closed once more. The disorientation would hopefully be enough to clear the way for brief interrogations, and the further search for hidden explosives.

Then what? There was still the issue of quelling the riot. And if the violence had risen to the point of setting off bombs, how much hope would they have of doing so?

He should've been on Corellia.

 

[Marion Muir]

Scribbling notes on her datapad, Mary cast the occasional furtive glance toward the chaos raging only a block away. It was impossible to escape the noise—glass breaking, speeder alarms blaring, the occasional sound of blaster fire echoing down the street along with the screams and shouts of the frenzied crowd.

“And this has been going on for three days now?” she asked.

The police officer whom she had talked into letting her past the barriers nodded grimly.

“I assume the ones setting buildings on fire aren’t anti-war protesters.” She gestured toward the orange glow of flames emanating from around the street corner. The smoke burned her nostrils. “And all this is just because of Csilla?”

The cop eyed her, frowning.

“Of course, Csilla was a terrible tragedy—anyone would be shaken up by it,” she added gently. “What I meant was, are you certain that these riots are just a reaction to the destruction of the Chiss homeworld, and not sparked by something else?”

Soothed by her words, the policeman grunted and shrugged. Such an eloquent conversationalist, this one.

Mary suppressed a sigh, resting a hand lightly on the officer’s arm. “I’d like to get a little closer to the action, if you don’t mind. Not to the point of danger, but close enough that I can take a few pictures…”

Soon the two were walking again, headed toward the pandemonium and destruction ahead.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"That's a proper mess out there, Master Kaze." ARTHUR's voice crackled through his earpiece.

"You don't say. The whole city's up in flames for three days straight. While we've been pushing the threat outside, our homes have been burning." Dagon replied to his AI companion, mulling aloud. "...and not a single soul to pinpoint as a culprit."

"You do not believe it is merely the dissatisfaction of governance, and the fear of the Maw, that has led to this, Sir?"

"I do, partially. But there's always someone pouring tibanna on the fire." explained Dagon, "And Teta? Of all places?" for months now the Jedi had been on the track of the execution of thirty-three people that were found on freight from Teta to Coruscant. The PD had called it a cold case from the start but his investigation had led him spiraling through a thousand and one more odd hurdles, all seemingly tied in a web of deception. It had also led him to Yula, if one wanted to find the silver lining in this mess.

"Well, only one way to find out." the Jedi murmured as he detached the New Jedi logo embroidered on his jacket's sleeve and shoved it in his inside pocket, then wrapped a makeshift bandanna around his face. His lightsaber had already been concealed.

"I should really get used to you not heeding my advice, Sir, shouldn't I?"

"Yep." he chuckled and lunged off the rooftop.

Soot and ash filled the air and burned the nostrils. Rabid wails of anger resounded across the plaza where the largest portion of rioters had gathered. Filing through the ranks of the gendarmerie, flashing the hilt of his saber to those throwing wary glances at him or asking him to halt, he bumped into Officer Hal Deeney and a woman around his age, maybe slightly his senior and by the looks of it a reporter, Dagon guessed.

"Deeney." the Jedi pulled his mask down for a moment to reveal his identity to the policeman.

"Kaze??" exclaimed the officer. Hal Deeney had been one of the laziest detectives of the 7th PD on Coruscant before 'retiring' to a menial policeman job on Teta. Never one of the corrupt, but never one for work, either. The round shield he had for a belly was the product of infinite hours spent chewing donuts sitting on his ass all day long. No one had managed to beat him on the annual donut speed-eating contest, but neither had anyone in the 7th ever managed to get near his record of cases gone cold under his slothful watch. Teta was supposed to be his vacation spot, low crime, and all that.

Ironic.

"Where the hell are you going?" he glanced at the woman beside him, the question clearly in relation to the civilian he seemed to be leading to the front lines. "SITS have taped the case, the riot's under their jurisdiction."

"And the SIA, too." Arthur added quietly in his ear. Whatever was happening on Teta was bigger than it looked. It wasn't just a riot. Not when the SIA was on the line.

Deeney shrugged, unsure what to respond but his eyes were shifting fast enough for Dagon to realize he was trying to shove the responsibility of the civilian from his shoulders and most likely to.. Dagon's.

Mentally he sighed and turned his attention to the woman draped in a long trenchcoat, "You really can't be here, m'am."

Marion Muir

 

[Sora Mohc]

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SIA OPERATION: SHATTERPOINT​

"Your different why are you here.”

He had been fading in and out of consciousness, wounded from the prior struggle with the local Maw Death Cult riling the people into madness. Caleb opened his eyes to find a strange woman before him, threatening him from the look of her stance. He’d be downright terrified by her appearance and demeanor if he had been a civilian, hell even as an SIA agent there was something ‘off’ about her that gave him the chills. He was loopy, suffering, and honestly had no time to lose.

“I’m nobody, if you’ll excuse me I need medical attention. I don’t have any credits to give.”

He saw the message flash over his cybernetic optic implant, IVI had made contact.

Unfortunate news.
Leave the crowd control to local law enforcement.

Find out what the end game is.

More agents are deployed in the area, if you suspect them the mutual phrase is
> We live in a twilight world.

They will respond with
>And there are no friends at dusk
Keep your trust as safe as the information you collect. Keep in touch.

A few blinks and it was gone, he rose to his feet and staggered against the nearby wall. The shadows retreated as brilliant light exploded nearby as a hand thrown firebomb caught against a nearby wall in the alleyway.

The chaos was getting out of hand, it wouldn’t be long now before the endgame started. Violence had reached it’s zenith, it was only a matter of time.

 

[Marion Muir]

Their march to the front lines was interrupted by a certain Kaze. Mary took a moment to survey this latest obstacle impeding her progress. A bandana obscured his identity—or at least it had up until he flashed his mug at Officer Deeney, revealing a coulda-been-a-holostar face—and there were no markings on him to indicate that he was a police officer. In fact, he could pass for one of the rioters, if he hadn’t given away his true allegiance by fraternizing with a cop.

Speaking of Deeney, he was at a loss for words to explain himself, and so had resorted to staring at her expectantly, hoping for a quick rescue.

"You really can't be here, m'am."

Mary turned to Kaze with a slight smile. “I’m a reporter, Mr. Kaze. I’m here to report the situation as it unfolds, and to do that I have to be able to see what’s happening. Officer Deeney was gracious enough to escort me.”

If Kaze proved absolutely adamant about not letting her pass, she could always pretend to go back, then wheedle her way in from another angle. She’d be taking the long way around, but she would get there eventually...

Dagon Kaze​

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Dagon's eyes shifted between Deeney and the reporter for a long few moments, weighing in his options and considering all possible scenarios that might unfold. His reluctance to allow her to go through stemmed from two factors - the risk on her health and the big, dark unknown that might lay beneath what they uncover. A big, dark unknown that might just better be left unannounced to the public; especially a public that was already in mass hysteria.

"It seems to me you might've found your match in stubbornness, Master Kaze."

The Jedi mentally rolled his eyes, you sure are underestimating Yula, Arthur.

Just thinking of the Zeltron's burning hot head made his own head ache.

"Then you better stop looking like a reporter and start looking like an eddie, Miss--." he finally conceded, while Deeney subtly, but surely began to fade away back to where he had come from.

Marion Muir

 

[Marion Muir]

To her surprise, Kaze folded like a cheap lawn chair, muttering something about looking less like a reporter. Mary’s eyes flicked down to glance at herself. Apart from the trench coat, it wasn’t that obvious. He acted like she had shown up in a skirt and heels rather than jeans and sneakers.

Removing her coat, she reached into one of its pockets, retrieving a bandana. Before Deeney could fade into the background, she tossed her coat to him. “Hold onto this for me, would you?”

Now with the bandana covering the lower half of her face, she walked past Dagon, heading down the street and toward the heart of the riot. The smell of smoke grew stronger, the air warmer with the heat of flames, but she ignored these unpleasant factors, intent on accomplishing her goal—getting this story.

Dagon Kaze​

 

[Myk Venture]

CINNAGAR
EMPRESS TETA
CORE WORLDS
Haenn Meeriel Zaria Welbyrne

"There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap. Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. To unravel all the mysteries, following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave."​

Detective Mykas Venture Memlogs, 867 ABY​

"Standing around then, Master Sergeant?"

It was a question punctuated by the slam of an airspeeder door. Detective Venture straightened the collar of his longcoat and lit a thin cigarra. Not a glance was spared at the unmarked security vehicle ascending back up into the heavens. Solving cases didn't exactly require a lot of crowd control but after days on fire Teta needed all the help she could get. Besides Myk's iron fist had its uses in a brawl.

"Reminds me of Old Town on a good day."

Nothing seemed to phase his droll corellian demeanor. Venture tugged against an anachronistic tie while he smoked. A blaster just like Haenn's rested comfortably in his shoulder holster. If the detective was inclined to draw it he showed no indication. This face had witnessed far too many crime scenes for a little planetary upheaval to get under its skin. Not without spoiling the illusion anyway. Just a pale imitation after all.

"Powers that be sent me down here," Myk seemed like he found that amusing, "to keep an eye on Corellia's finest. I says to them I've got a brain the size of this planet but I might as well be a protocol droid."

 

[Haenn Meeriel]

{Cinnagar - Empress Teta}
{Master Sergeant Haenn Meeriel standing by with the Special Investigations and Tactics Squad}

It was over within minutes, the threatening rioters reduced to three-fourths of their original numbers, some arrested and as of then being processed, while the rest simply broke off in the chaos. And, even while the shouting, and the struggles continued to loom, he found comfort in the simple success.

Haenn felt an impact resonating across his shoulder, as one of the apprehended rioters was dragged away, passing across his side. He, however, took little more notice, and threw a cautious nod Zaria Welbyrne's way, before his eyes set on the collapsing antique shop, and his feet began to reflect the new course. Before he could cross through the debris-flooded doorway-- at least, what was left of it--, however, he once again heard the distinct sound of repulsors gliding across the ground.

"Standing around then, Master Sergeant?"

"If that's what you think, inspector," He aimed a quick glare the new arrival's way, "I think we may be better off without your investigative skills."

It wasn't like Haenn to talk back to anyone, much less another Corellian, with as much snark as he did, but it wasn't like him to handle riot-control either. He paused once more, only seconds through continuing his path, and took a sharp inhale, simultaneously letting his mind focus elsewhere as the inspector continued. But he did hear the final words.

The pressure continued to loom over him, while what had been a relaxed attitude several minutes before began to fade and disappear.

"I says to them I've got a brain the size of this planet but I might as well be a protocol droid."

He wasn't in the right mood for any of it.

"Forgive my rudeness, but I'm not in a fabulous headspace right now. So, I suggest you put that planet-sized brain to good use. And you can save the flattery for another time," The master sergeant readjusted his armor first, tugging at his vest first, then centering his helmet. After that, he turned around to face the detective.

"One bomb detonation, Directly behind me. These rioters are clearly getting thermals from somewhere, and I want to know where that somewhere is. We should have some of the victims conscious again when you need further information," Another look peered over the inspector's shoulder and at Captain Welbyrne, "The captain will be able to brief you on the latter subject, aswell."

With little more formality, Haenn came down to a knee, now presiding over the collapsed doorway and rubble. Momentarily, he delivered another order to the riot team, "Move up one meter. Not too aggressive. 2 seconds suppressive fire."

The master sergeant heard his orders relayed through the pollution of sound, now feeling the ground rumble slightly with the front echelon's advance, and the resulting resistance.

"So. Any ideas, inspector?"

 

[Sovereign Narrator]

Location: Empress Teta
Objective: 'Extract' Seto Du Couteau
Tags: Rackham Seto Du Couteau

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Dinvar Korr sat out on a balcony, above the public auditorium. The cities had been nearly engulfed by chaos. The riots, rumours of cultist and the continuing war had not put the population at ease. Dinvar was here for a different reason though and the chaos and panic had only made it easier to sneak himself and his equipment planetside. Now it was time for the hard part, kidnapping a senator. Such an action would not go unnoticed so he only had a limited amount of time to extract the target to Mozos.

As he looked out one of the members of his team approached, Cpl. Antin, a scout from the Adjudicators. "Sir, looks like the senator has opened himself to the public." One of Dinvar's eyebrows raised before he turned around to look at Antin. "Some good news. We could use that." he said before walking into the apartment they had commandeered. "What's security looking like?" Antin quickly responded. "Tight sir. From our contact inside the Tetans are forming a nice and orderly line." Korr let out a chuckle. The people of Empress Teta could be so orderly while chaos ravaged around them. "Time to put our plan into motion." Korr said taking out his data tablet and handing it to Antin. "Destroy this once you finish reading it." he said before walking into the Apartment's living room.

There were 3 stages; distraction, acquisition and extraction, a plan all kept in his head and the tablet. It was now time for step 1. Dinvar emerged from the room in a Tetan Security officer uniform. Today he was Specialist Marda Harsk, who was MIA up until Antin found him beaten to death by one of the city's mobs and forgotten in the chaos. Dinvar gave a nod to Antin who had now gone through the briefing before heading out of the aparment complex and into the busy street. On his person he carried a Tetan standard issue blaster pistol and communicator while hidden on his person was a holographic disguise matrix and a syringe gun filled with Benzodi. Those would be for the second stage, acquisition. As he walked towards the auditorium from the apartment 5 ID10 Seeker Droids flew out. To the crowd they looked like bog standard police droids but dinvar knew each droid carried a thermal imploder, the explosions would be masked by the already burning city, reports had come in the rioters were using explosives. If they wanted to kidnap the senator they needed chaos.

Dinvar made his way into the auditorium before making his way near the podium, giving a nod to one of the guards there. By now the probe droids would've taken up positions around the auditorium's roof. The explosion would cause casualties, but casualties needed to distract the security and emergency forces. He lifted up the communicator to his lips but hesitated as he saw the senator talking to his people. A fickle of a thought for an alternative. He soon snapped out of it and uttered a single word into the communicator. "Now." and suddenly the Auditorium was rocked by explosions.

 

[Aeshima baal]

Aeshima not finding any cultists decided to leave the planet

 

[Lonnie Kai]

What was she doing here? Empress Teta, of all places?!

Chasing a lead, that's what. Word spread of the cultists and the riots and the city being ravaged by explosions and riots. She positively smelled the Sith fingerprints on this. Or perhaps that was simply her paranoid mind. Seeing and thinking what it wanted. Either way, the semi-rogue jedi was here, and she must make a difference.

Wearing plain grey robes with the hood down, she stood not far from the antique shop has just been blown to bits. Wincing as dust and debris settled around her, she lifted the collar on her robes to cover her nose and mouth. Her eyes began to tear up and soot settled in them. She wiped furiously to clear them, but served only to smudge it across her eyes. It gave an eerie cast, the soot blackened eyes.

Her eyes scanned the carnage, while her ears heard the Senator. He spoke words of peace, yet they seemed to fall on deaf ears. No wonder. Tensions and emotions were terribly high. She saw two people next to the Senator. One, clearly Force Sensitive, as she shielded the Senator from falling debris. The other, she was less sure of the intentions.

And so, Lonnie made her way, quite hastily, towards the Senator.