Repentence- Attack on Morellia (Open)

[RC 212]

"212 wake up."

RC's eyes flipped open and he stepped out of the tank in a firm movement. The first thing he noticed was the cold. It was super cold in here, worse then the outbacks of Hoth. Then oddly enough his armor, weighing down his frame like a lead brick. He surmised that his muscles must have eaten themselves while in cryo sleep to keep his body alive.

Cryo sleep, how did he know that?

"Whose there?" He asked, in a flat but menacing tone, eyebrows furrowed.

"Whom is not important. What is important is who you are."

"And that is?"

Before he could react there was hydraulic hiss as manacles extended from the walls and deck, clamping firmly about his wrists and ankles. They tightened remarkably fast and the lights dimmed, a single light overhead snapped on.

"You are RC 212, War criminal, Brigand, Pirate, Darmanda, Once great Councillor of the Lords of the Fringe. Any of these ring a bell."

Darmanda? That was an old charge, who was this?

"Aye that'd be about right."

"You stand accused of murder, treachery, betrayal, conspiracy, war crimes, and general piracy. You nuked Mandalore, betrayal your kin. Then went on to become a notorious Pirate, slaying anyone who opposed you and causing general grief. You then went on to massacre Ewoks on Endor, Lead quite a few rebellious acts in Hutt Space."

The voice paused and RC hung his head. He was tired, and thirsty.

"Your point?"

"Don't interrupt, it's very rude."

They paused again.

"Now where we? Oh yes, perhaps your greatest accomplishment was the creation of the Fringe Confederations standing army, and the success of your Special operatives during that time. Ghosts they were called?"

"Sure were."

"After which of course you returned to your old ways."

"Sure did."

"Do you deny these charges then?"

"I do not."

The lights flickered on again and he found himself face to face with a black armored man, with a white skull painted across a transparent face plate.

"You are a killer. You have been judged and sentenced to death and beyond. However we have use for you."

"What use could I be? Who's judging?"

"The Crag Maw tribunal. You are in the custody of the Nightwatch, and you're about to be conscripted."

"Night who?"

"Nightwatch. A secret corporate sect with its own goals and values. You were going to be killed, but we found you first, and paied off all your bounties. You belong to us now. As a blade. more specifically a dagger, an instrument of death and destruction to further the agenda."

"And if I refuse?"

"There's built in fail safes in your armor, one a poison, the other a remote heart implant that will shut down and kill you at a moments notice. Any thoughts of removing the armor you can forget it. You are stuck in there until such time as we release you."

The face of Jango Fett contorted in a grimace.

"Guess I'm fethed then... so uh... what’s on this Agenda?" RC asked cocking his head.

"Thought you'd never ask. First assignment is already ready."

The black armored man waved and the manacles released.

RC stood still letting his hands fall to his side, calculating how fast he could attempt to kill his captor before they killed him.

"Step forwards."

He stepped forward.

"Motor functions seem fine. We are just outside the City limits of Morellia. You are tasked with killing the Planetary Governor of the Commonwealth. Your HUD has all the details, and here, you'll be needing this."

RC's hand grasped the handle of the weapon that was extended to him. It had a familiar weight, and he locked the bolt back to the rear and released it on pure instinct. His old DC-17m

"Nice touch, how am I getting there?"

"Like this."

The black armored man punched a panel on the wall and Rc felt the floor fall out from beneath him. He roared in surprise as his helmet dangled against his thigh. He felt a tug and realized the extra weight was now a parachute deploying above him.

Through the night skies of Morellia a single Clone commando was falling fast...

[member="Darren Onyx"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Darren Onyx really didn't understand why he was contacted for this job. He didn't even know who contacted him for this job. All he knew was that they offered a pretty penny for it to be done. The job was to kill the Planetary Governor of the Commonwealth on Morellia. He hadn't been, but heard stories about the Commonwealth and the Morellians who controlled it.

Though the unknown area didn't stop him from taking the job. The exact reason why he was pacing himself outside a city. Pacing and waiting. He was informed by his employers that another contact would be with him on this job. But it had been hours since he arrived, and even longer since his contact was suppose to meet him. It caused a little unease in his bones. His cybernetic implants tingled with the chills that ran up his spine.

Although it was strange, he found some comfort in his old armor. Wearing the old armor and cloak, both of which had scrapes, burns, and various other marks, caused him to grin beneath his mask. His mask was, as it always had been, his most valuable possession. He almost always had it. From the day he arrived on Korriban to begin his training as a Sith, he did all his best to keep it in his possession. On his belt were his two lightsabers and a small blaster, which he had just in case.

He paced. He waited. He was getting restless. A job had to be done. But something, whether the force or his conscious, told him to wait just a little longer.

@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darren Onyx"]

(OOC: Last post for the night. Catch ya tomorrow!)

Wind, rushing wind was all RC felt as he reached up and secured both toggles. With quick movements he kept control of the chute, transferring them to his left hand. His right hand clipped his DC to the sling, letting the carbine ride loose on his body. He scooped his helmet next and slammed it on, the seals locking with a hissssss.

The HUD came aglow like a thousand city lights and RC blinked twice, eyes re adjusting to all the readouts. How long had he been asleep?

"Infrared filter."

The night glowed green as the infra-red vision magnified the ambient lights of the streets below. RC pulled both toggles right, slipping past a building in a corkscrew to the ground.

Flight path, calculate. Mark target coordinates."

Blips appeared in his helmet, and the flight path was illuminated by phantom lines. He was directly on target 100ft agl and falling quick.

"Frak!"

Both arms rotated and he turned, feet hitting the ground first and body following in a smooth roll. The sensation beat into his bones and hurt his ankles like a thousand pins needling into a pin single point.

Clatter! Crash!

All element of surprise was gone, and on his back he caught himself looking up into a ghastly armored figure. Mask, robes, eerie walk.

One hand came up producing his DC-17, aimed up at the other man.

"Hold it right there."

The other snapped up hitting both release buckles. RC rolled, climbing free of the harness and then swinging his supporting hand to the muzzle, C-clamp style.

"And who might you be?"

Possible threat? Ally? Hopefully all, since he'd blown his cover on the Infil.

 

[Titan]

Oopsie.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx quickly spun around. The lightsabers on his belt shot from their spot and landed in his hands, which called to them through the Force. Ready for a fight he quickly watched the small dust cloud disappear before hearing the voice of a man demanding to know who he was. The voice wasn't new though, it was one he remembered.

He finally saw the man. He was in heavy armor that was white and orange. Onyx almost started laughing when he finally realized who it was. "RC?" he chuckled. The trooper laid on the ground with Onyx just chuckling at the site. "RC 212?" he asked again, trying to get a confirmation. "Remember me-- Darren Onyx?"

Onyx had met the trooper a few times in the past. He doubt he remembered, it has been a long while since the two last met. In fact Onyx barely remembered their last encounter. Regardless of when it was, he did know the troopers distinct armor right away. He looked around to make sure no one in the city knew of their presence. It didn't seem like it- no alarms were sounded and no one was rushing out with blasters blazing to see who was causing the disturbance.

He dusted off his old cloak and placed his sabers back on his belt. Leaning down he outstretched a hand to help the trooper up. "Been awhile there," he joked. He only hoped RC recognized him or this would be a more complicated job.

@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darren Onyx"]

Morrellia...2300 Hours

"Well well, y'know me then?"

It was a quip that was as fast as RC's trigger finger. Which considering his past was all too fast actually. With ginger movements he checked himself over, making sure nothing was broken and no plates were missing. Odd how they had assembled his old armor pieces and gone to great lengths to get the details just right.

"Well I'm actually here on eh..... business of sorts. And no I don't exactly recall. What are you up to anyhow?" RC asked, shooting an eyebrow up from beneath his helmet.

Suddenly the radios crackled in his ear, a crusty mangy static breaking his concentration.

"Operative 212, radio check. Over."

"Yeah yeah, Lima Charlie."

"As you can see your target is in range. Only a rooftop away giving a commencement speech. I'll leave it up to you how he dies. Word of advice though, the Corporation doesn’t like things too messy. Keep plausible deniability if you can."

The Commando grunted.

He hated these guys already.

"Actually I think a spot just opened up on my team," he said, casting his HUD over the nearby buildings, scanning for entry and exit routes. One hand errantly screwed on the sniper attachment.

"Care to join?"

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx gave a small shrug off RC as he asked what he had been up to and as he spoke to someone over his comm channel. Clearly the man who had the two of them hadn't informed RC he'd be meeting Onyx. It didn't come as a surprise. Why would they? Mysterious and secretive contracts tend to lend themselves towards, well, being secretive and mysterious.

"That spot was already filled," Onyx replied as he turned and faced the city. Slowly he paced back and forth, his eyes shooting towards the city. "Guess the guy who hired you didn't mention I'd be meeting you? Figures." He turned to RC once more and gripped his lightsabers in his hands. "Shall we?"

@RC 212

 

[inactivechar01]

Disguised as a server.

You can't not love this job.

Augustus strolled through the corridors of the Governor's estate dressed in stereotypical server clothes. He wondered who still used sentients for such work rather than droids but the heir of Fel did not mind. It made his job easier. Much, much easier.

"Two bottles of wine on table twenty-three, blondie and be quick about it." The supervisor spoke to him in such a manner as if he knew him from a long time. Augustus was not surprised, there were too many waiters going around serving the high class of Morellia while the Governor had moved towards the balcony of his estate for a speech.

"Yes, sir."

August did not take his time on serving the wine. Being too hasty about it showed his lack of competence of serving other people drinks. Or serving other people generally. Thankfully, the guests did not make a fuss about it.

And now it was time to strike.

"Going for some ice." The criminal told his supervisor who simply ignored him as quite the pretty sight of women passing by had taken his attention. Even better.

With a slight hurry in his steps, Augustus made his way towards the sleep compartments of the estate where all kinds of jewelry awaited him. Very expensive and sought after jewelry. The Planetary Governor was known for his rare and high quality taste. Rumors were that a special pendant of some sorts was owned by the man, a pendant with powers.

Soon the outlaw would find out.

[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="RC 212"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="Augustus Fel"]

"Yeah, that would be preferable to standing here." RC joked.

He was a dry humor kinda guy. War did that to a man, twisting their humor into the pits of the beyond. There wasn't too much that phased RC any-more. He'd certainly had his share of death and destruction. Which of course had led him here, and here he was about to sow the seeds of something beyond his control.

"This way, follow me."

They traversed two blocks west and then he stopped, sweeping both sides of a small ally with his Nightvision. Satisfied both were clear he snatched a line and grappling hook from his belt, attaching it to the under barrel of his rifle.

"We're going to move up and take a longshot at the target. One shot, one kill. Cover any entrances once we get up there."

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that but... hey it always did come to something.

"And we're off!"

Whoosh!

The line shot straight up, catching on the rrooftop on an ornate statue above.

"Climb aboard!" RC jested, motioning Onyx to latch onto his Combat harness...

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx followed RC to a spot where RC wanted to take a single shot at their target. As RC asked him to grab onto him Onyx just stared through his mask. He didn't say anything. Just a blank, empty, uninterested stare. He looked up where the hook landed. Bending his knees he launched himself into the air with the Force and landed perfectly. Looking back down he just shook his head at his ally. He turned and examined the area.

It was a rooftop that was positioned across from the estate of their target. Onyx suddenly felt another presence. Someone was sensitive to the force in that building. Though his connection was weak, he knew they weren't Jedi or Sith. Someone like him, a rogue who walked the line between light and dark. He took a moment to think and quickly came to one conclusion: he wasn't leaving until he had this force-user in his grasp.

[member="RC 212"]
[member="Augustus Fel"]

 

[inactivechar01]

His walk took him through two spiraling stairs and a few long corridors with numerous of doors on their sides. Had August more time, he would've certainly checked the doors but now - time was slowly running out and the supposed prize at the end was quite the valuable one. The Fel had robbed a politician before and a poor one at that, and still he had quite the valuables on him. This one here though, an arrogant Morellian with such a massive estate and being able to host such gatherings in an estate that had holostatues which would possibly cost quite a lot, this one would have a lot on him.

At one of the turns he took, a strange feeling rushed through his spine only to fade away after. It made him halt and look around cautiously. Nothing. Shrugging to himself mentally, the outlaw proceeded forward now with much more pace until the clattering of feet somewhere infront had him jump into the first door on his left. The door closed after him and August looked around the room. A simple bedroom, perhaps a guest's room. With ever silent feet, Augustus went over to different cabinets in the room, emptying all the jewelry and small valuables he found. After the clattering of feet passed by, Augustus popped his head out of the room seeing that the coast was clear.

He left the room as it was before but emptied of jewelry and made haste towards his final destination. According to the blueprints he had studied earlier, it would be just after one more spiral staircase.

[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="RC 212"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="Augustus Fel"]

Heavy metal boots hit the deck with a thud. RC's eyes scanned the rooftop and he dropped low, pushing the butt of his rifle deep into the pocket of his shoulder. There was an elegance in assassination. One had to be precise, and perfect at his craft to make it work. There wasn't much to hide behind here, just a few antennas and random satellite dishes.

They were on a tall dome shaped tower, overlooking the terrace where the governor was giving his speech. Crowds gathered around in neat little rows and blue banners rich with silver and gold linings adorned the cobblestoned walkways.

"Onyx, prepare to cover our exfil."

The rifle snapped and a bipod extended. RC rested his muzzle on the sat dish in front of him, moving to conceal most of his body behind it, save his glowing blue visor. To the uninitiated, it looked harmless. A trained sniper could spot them easily though.

He was sloppy coming out of cryo sleep. This job was a rushed one.

One black gloved finger slipped into the trigger well, caressing the lever of doom with a tender touch. Particle beams didn't react to gravity or wind like slugs, so the scope was centred dead reckoning on the pompous richly clad head of the Governor.

"Firing in three..... two...... one."

The gentle pull barely registered in his mind, and the DC-17m kicked ever so subtle. A gleaming streak of accelerated blue particle energy lanced the darkness, cutting the night with furious speed.

Flesh cauterized, a single hole boring it's way into the forehead of the Governor. There was a gasp, and a scream and his body fell knees first then toppled to the ground. The patrons would smell burning flesh, acrid and putrid....

 

[Darren Onyx]

As soon as RC raised his rifle and had his gaze turned away, Onyx swiftly leaped forward and off the building. Rolling into his landing he quickly eyed the entrance to the estate. Two large security officers stood with blasters at this sides. Onyx smirked beneath his mask. Launching himself forward he began sprinting.

The guard closest to him, to the left of the entrance, took notice and quickly went for his blaster. With a bright flash a red saber activated and blocked the initial bolt of blaster energy. The bolt shot its way back towards the guard who fell backwards dead from it. The second guard was now ready and fired three shots off. Onyx ducked the first two and his saber blocked the third. As he blocked it another saber, in his other hand, ignited with a bright purple color. Both sabers rose above his head and he jumped into the air. The guard didn't stand a chance as the sabers came down and ended his life swiftly.

A alarm sounded mere moments after the guard was killed. Onyx chuckled as he walked into the first hall of the estate, ready to find the other force user and ready to take on anyone who stood in his way.

[member="RC 212 "][member="Augustus Fel"]

 

[inactivechar01]

The outlaw had made quick work of the assasin droid guarding the chamber of the Governor. All thanks to the sleeve gun, a truly gun fitting a criminal. Augustus then proceeded on unlocking the door. Silence ruled the whole area and still he felt the odd feeling on the back of his neck. Perhaps it was nothing. Focused on the door, he let air out of his lungs in satisfactiom as the door finally gave in.

Only to be followed by booming sirens and chaotic screams floors below. His heart had skipped a beep and halted his whole thoughts. Thankfully, it was not for him, he believed so ateast. Yet, it was a big problem meaning that August had to be quick with his robbery. And so he was, grabbing and stuffing more and more in a reconstructible bag he took from the inside of his' waiter attire.

With the robbery of all valuables done, Augustus only thought of disappearing front this estate. He took a few steps towards the window and realized that it was too high.

Run!

And he did. Deep into the estate 's corridors and rooms.

(OOC: Semi-asleep writing this, forgive me. )

[member="RC 212"] : [member="Darren Onyx"]