Quiet Time

[Dish]

"No reason to use traditional explosives or make it look like an accident." The dark armored man finally spoke up, pushing himself off the wall once again and sheathing the knife once more as he addressed [member="Urya Uvatera"]. Now that they were talking business Dish was more than willing to provide his input on their plans.

"Make some IEDs and put blame on the anti-Force user terrorist cell that's been causing them strife. Puts more pressure on them and even less on us." Despite his...hereditary connection to the movement, and the unwavering admiration he still held for his 'father', the soldier was willing to put him at risk for the sake of the Republic.

He like all other Jorin clones who still were breathing had forged a close bond with their genetic template in the years proceeding the Netherworld catastrophe, hell the man had undergone Dread Guard augmentation procedures with three of them, Dish included. Cody Jorin was his father alright, but the universe he resided in had an odd tendency to pit father an son against each other, DG-50 supposed he was just continuing the trend.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]'s plan was solid, but a coinciding 'terrorist' attack with the planned riot could give the wrong impression if they didn't play their cards right. "If can put blame for the depot on the FFS, you think you can spin it so the locals think the Sith aren't capable of protecting them from those bastards sir?" The commando inquired to his commander, turning to open up a bag containing the pieces of an assault rifle awaiting to be put together as well numerous blades and several sidearms which would be stored in the various sheaths and holsters which crisscrossed his armor.

He scoffed at [member="Ceska Starshield"]'s question, not in an act of hostility, but of honest amusement.

"Would we be here if there wouldn't be?"

[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Besk"]

 

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"If we can blame it on the FFS, then sure. Otherwise just annihilate their military capability in that region. That's the most important objective right now." He explained, straightening up as he examined the group.

They were a capable team, albeit a bit detached. A lot less loud than the people Cyril usually worked with - not that he was complaining. So long as they did the job, he would be pleased.

"Try to reduce casualties. Weapons to stun and all that. We want to demoralize the Imperials, we don't want to slaughter them. Most of them are local kids forced into the job by Sith." He leveled over the table, and offered a slight smile. "Our goal here is to incite revolution. One for Balmorra, and one for the Empire. We're going to drive a wedge between the Sith and the Imperials. A civil war between them is the only way to save the Republic."

He gave a moment's pause. "So yes, we are trying to attract the Sith. If you see them, kill them. They are the enemy here." With that, he circled around the room, and cast his gaze up toward the stairs. "We'll need a bit of time to prepare. Ceska, I'd like for you to meet me on the town outskirts. As for the rest of you, we'll make our move tomorrow night, nineteen hundred."

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Dish"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska was surprised to feel a sense of disappointment, however small, at Cyril's instructions. No Sith...yet...but killing their lackies was apparently frowned upon too. She couldn't tell if it was more for the former or the latter. That frightened her most of all, that uncertainty.

Her eyes shifted to the man speaking and nodded. It would make sense that the cell leader would want her close. After all, she was new and an unknown commodity. Cyril wouldn't know how reliable or skilled she was and would probably want to talk and evaluate his newest member.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Besk"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya returned from the refresher, tying her wet hair back in a knot. She'd ripped the sleeves off one of Cyril's longer tunics, belting her new sleeveless shirt around her waist. She kept the black doctor's pants.

" Let's go then! Do fun things. Eheeheehe."