Dominion Shadow Empire: Time is of the Essence | EE Dominion of Anthan Prime

[STRATCOM]

The Anthan Prime; a very rich planet whose capital is floating in the atmosphere because the planet does not have too much land, there are some floating areas in the atmosphere, but nothing more. However, the planet’s beautiful blue colour makes it a popular resort on the planet. Not to mention its shipyard, which is very important to the surrounding region and has large sources of revenue. This is why this place was important to the Eternal Empire as well. Not to mention the shipyard, and taxes on tourism revenue would be good for them.

That is why the Empress entrusted the negotiations to the leaders of ZU and Black Sun, and the Smugglers Alliance also helped them. After all, the whole area was corporate, it was better if they controlled and led all this than the military section. And the whole thing was a success, in exchange for military defence and the use of Starbird Trade Spine, the locals were willing to pay taxes to the Eternal Empire and build ships cheaply to them.

To seal this treaty, the local government invited the nobility of the Empire, and high military leaders were also invited. Meanwhile, in the Dockyard, the lower classes can celebrate and have fun; or they are just doing business in more underworldly circles. The point is that there have never been more people and guests on the planet and in the Dockyard.

And these were, among other things, the reasons why the Shadow Empire also struck this place from several directions.

Objectives​

Objective 1: Long Live the Empress

In the capital, Anthan Spire, due to mutual cooperation, a large-scale ball and charity evening is held for the rich and nobles of the Unknown Region. However, at the ball, right after dinner, something happened. Several became ill, others collapsed dead. Food and / or beverages appear to have been poisoned. Will you be able to find the culprit or find an antidote before a lot of people die? Or find out who the poison was originally intended for?

Objective 2: Racing with Time

While the capital is dominated by tourism and luxury, the less legal and "colorful" shops and things tend to happen in the Dockyard around the planet. Although it is a Dockyard, countless casinos, underworld and other civilian opportunities are also open here. However, bad things have happened here too. A mortally wounded worker reached one of the busier areas, where all he could say was that he had found bombs and the whole place would soon explode, barely an hour left. He could no longer tell the place because he was dead. Can anyone find and defuse the bombs or evacuate the place before the explosion? However, if the place explodes the wreckage will point right at the capital, Anthan Spire…

Objective 3: Survive Down There

A research group ventured into the lower parts of the planet, because interesting geographical and scientific patterns and possibilities were found in one of the parts with solid land (flying island-like area). However, after the landing, a storm broke out and their vehicle was damaged, and the flying island started to collapse and crash. Will the vehicle be repaired and they can escape in time, or will a rescue army arrive before their time runs out?

Objective 4: BYOO

Bring your own objective, whatever you want. The point is to have fun.

Spoiler: tag list

Arturo Braga || Formorta || Ingrid L'lerim || Kalic Daws || Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Taozi Fuyuan || Vidalu Na'an || Broka the Hutt || Curtis Learchin || Elaena Kessia Miran || Vexari Kahl || Deryn Kaaldos || QEMD-15 Echo || Aya Clarke || Sanguine Nocturnal || Rath Nihro || Ben Craig || Charles Castex || Stryka Remex || Darlyn Excron || Alli Vern || TE-236 || Lace Donnadieu || Subject 73 Red || Salis || Ladybug || Viermen || Tranquility || Goyrg || Rowena || Joseph Torson || Ameli Trahir || Airal Thamne || Ty Sibo || Hitos "Gorgon" Jahay || Queen Popara || Song || BB-610 || Leenic Ellsil || Kahlil Noble || Lunafreya Solidor || Admiral Tobias Larr || Sasmay Cull || Gray Venasir || Shran || Calruss Shiman || Caedyn Arenais || Thorald Magnusson || PG-1 || Nighthaunter || Eleena Salwa || Darth Faef || Domino || Th'edar Kolbert || 001-A-986 "Nix" || "Bloody" Bill Renfroe

Links: Anthan Prime | Anthan Prime Orbital Dockyard | Anthan Spire

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[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

Another event. In fact, the success of this was due to Broka the Hutt and Alli Vern , as this couple took care of the more important matters and they brought the negotiations, the contract, under the roof. It was always a pleasure to see that the Empire could expand without having to use any military force on these. Ingrid didn’t attribute all of this to her own success, even if she appointed the two leaders. As a good leader does, but she was not interested in success and glory. It belonged to Miss Vern and Lord Broka.

Nevertheless, because she was invited now she has come. Ingrid didn’t eat very much, not only because she didn’t need regular food either, but she still didn’t feel like anything. It was for this reason that she did not drink much, which seemed to be very good for her, because several people became ill after the meal, some died. Ingrid was a professional assassin, she knew exactly what it was. Poisoning. And from the point of view of those involved and the dead, the whole ball seemed to be affected.

They immediately closed the whole place to find out what poison it must have been and to find out when they could put it in food and drink. Because of this, a whole large area was affected and medical droids or doctors began to examine the participants to find out the poison or who was infected yet. Since Ingrid didn't want to be found out during the medical examination that she was no longer human, she refused it on the grounds that she was feeling well.

With shape-shifting she was the perfect human, but her regeneration too quickly would have revealed reality. She could have lied, but she didn't want to explain. Rather, offered to help because she had experience with something like that. It was now well known that she was once an assassin, there are secrets that turn out, but since she always used a different figure anyway, it wasn’t so confusing. Returning to the assassination. She also set out to help decipher the nature of the poison…

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Ship: Standard-kit HWK-290 light freighter
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh) , Open

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It was supposed to have been a gambling run. Gods damn it all, it was only supposed to have been a gambling run.

Vidalu Na'an had slipped out of her ship in the Dockyards with a faint, slippery feeling of unease in her gut. Gambling runs were, surprisingly, quite common among some of the Eclipse cells she had met in the months since her escape from Kalidan. The casinos of places like Antham Prime were good places to launder the funds that kept the cells going, given access to a fake ID, a sympathetic dealer, and a solid understanding of the mechanics of sabacc.

...Or, in lieu of two of the three, access to the Force.

It had been Leigh's idea. Na'an, of course, had resisted soundly. The Network, after all, had made it perfectly clear that the Empress herself would be on Antham Prime, and the events of Batuu still made her bones rattle in her for reasons she couldn't quite articulate. She wanted nothing more than to make her way back to the green planet with what she'd learned, to make some sense of it. But, as the droid had so pointedly countered, The Voice of Abbaji had a duty to the Eclipse to do her part and ensure that the funds they were siphoning couldn't be traced. And with the Force--especially with Na'an's newly intense sensitivity to the thoughts and feelings of those around her--they could use new tactics to get the job done, on planets and in casinos beyond any Imperial suspicion. Perhaps they could even come away with more money than when they arrived. Na'an had finally agreed, partially out of guilt, partially out of curiosity, and partially because the droid had, at least, promised they could finally go back once the money was good and untraceable.

One gambling run. It was only supposed to be one measly gambling run, then they could finally go back to the green planet.

And then Na'an got five steps into the dockyards only to get caught up in a gorramed bomb threat.

The dockworker had stumbled out from an alley next to the main throughway with his face streaming with blood, mumbling something about "gonna blow" and "can't reach them all" before falling prone almost at Na'an's feet. The slippery feeling at last sharpening into real alarm, Na'an ducked down to half-pick him up, dragging him to one side and flipping him onto his back.

"Hey," she said, keeping her voice deliberately calm as she slapped lightly at his face. His skin under her fingers was clammy despite the warmth of the blood streaming from his scalp; she let herself reach into him with the Force to find the source. "Hey, hey, I'm here. I gotcha, but you have to keep awake. Talk to me."

The worker's eyes couldn't seem to focus properly. His mind was...unsteady. Fuzzy and flickering, like a candle under an uncertain breeze...He'd been bleeding much worse somewhere other than his scalp, it seemed. "You--you gotta--"

"I know. I'm here." Na'an's fingers were already exploring his chest, his stomach, his side, looking for a wound. There wasn't any sign of a cut on his clothes, no blood; was the damage internal? "Tell me where they hurt you. I'm not fully trained in it yet, but I think I can--"

"No."

His voice was unexpectedly forceful. Na'an pulled away from her exploration to look into man's eyes, now fully focused on her face. "You gotta listen," he said, his voice ragged and desperate. "Bombs. In the casino. Warehouse. Others, I didn't hear. Gonna blow in an hour, maybe less."

And there was the source of the slippery feeling. The uncertainty. This was why Na'an had been put here, despite wanting to go straight to the green planet. She leaned in to hear the worker more clearly, flipping up her eyepatch to let the implant's sensors work without barrier. "You're saying there's bombs here," she said, repeating his words and watching him respond with gratitude that he'd been understood. "Do you know who planted them?"

He shook his head. "They caught me. Beat the shab--" He coughed, a deep booming note interrupted by gobs of bloody phlegm. His lungs. "But I got out. You gotta--you gotta--"

"I know."

And Na'an did know this time. Knew as well as this worker did, that his time was up the minute he'd been caught by whoever he'd overheard talking about all of this. She palmed his face again, gentler this time, letting him lean into the touch for comfort. She could feel it now; the beating he'd took had left his insides little more than bloody pulp. The fact that he'd made his way here, into her arms, was a miracle in and of itself. He'd be dead in seconds, but had chosen to try to warn someone about the danger rather than try to buy a few seconds more by staying still. He was depending on someone taking him seriously--taking the threat seriously--and finding the bombs he had no proof were all over the sector.

"I know," she repeated. "I can find them. You did good, buddy."

She smiled, although she didn't feel it. He smiled back, more genuinely than her even despite the blood on his lips. He was still smiling when the life left his eyes. Na'an signaled for one of the other dockworkers, then slipped the ID transmitter off the dead man's wrist and onto her own as they rushed to take his body off her knees.

Her next move, obviously, was to call Leigh. Good thing she had the comm.

"Gambling will have to wait. We've got a bigger problem. I need you with me off the ship, and I need a better map of the Dockyards. We've got reason to believe the whole place's going up in flames in about an hour if we don't move fast, and you're much better at these kinds of games than I am."

 

[Frank Sterling]

Objective 1: Long Live the Empress
Equipment: Hades corp uniform, M-18 pit viper, Speed reload cylinders, combat knife, Gen 2 armor, Surgical feild kit

Frank Doesn't always take mercenary jobs but when he really needed the money to pay for the medical debt he racked up for his extensive augmentation that makes up 80% of his body, Frank took the offer Ty gave him. Protect the empress and the nobels on behalf of Hade's corp. Ty apparently had full faith in Frank as this was one of the few times hades corp wasn't pulling security on a massive scale Frank being the only man there. Partly due to being a powerhouse but also because frank had more combat and security experience than Ty.

while the lockdown was in effect and doctors were trying to take their time to find the poison frank stood by and watched the longer they took the hard it would be to find any evidence. So when the Empress herself opted to assist in helping the situation Frank did the same Being a person who well versed in augmentations as surgery he walked over to one of the corpses who was affected by the poisons. Bending down next to the person he pulled his field kit off and opened it setting out his tools on the cloth before removing his helmet to see better his various medical scars on his face catching the light as he got to work. Giving the body a once over checking skin coloration looking for hemorrhages in the eyes swelling in the tongue and lymph notes before taking out his surgical tools. as a doctor came over and was trying to get his attention he responded with "You may have your methods der Arzt, but with people who haven't died yet Time is of the essence and we must do what we half to do so others don't suffer the same fate Im going to figure out what organs are effected before rigor mortis sets in and ruins the findings" The doctor backs off as Frank begins the field based autopsy.

After removing A few arteries and placing them into vials taking several blood samples From the bodies liver kidney and reproductive areas and putting them in vials and removing the organs in said areas and placing them in containers he gave the vials and containers to the doctors. " ˈhərē get these to an exam room quickly and you'll be able to figure out what the poison is targeting to better figure out what it is." the doctor would run off as Frank began work to carefully remove a part of the nervous system by flipping the body over by this point not caring who views his actions.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

Luckily, her help was accepted, so there was no obstacle to her getting the data. She didn't want to get into an autopsy or anything like that yet, not least because it couldn't be done here in the closed part anyway. However, the scanners were able to provide sufficient data. Of course, an autopsy and an examination by the woman would be better, but that was not possible.

Ingrid was just analyzing the scanner data in one of the rooms when she heard that the noise was not far away. Which was confusing enough to force her to quit her job. She didn’t know yet what the poison was just what it had an effect on. It was neurotoxin, blood poison, cell poison and immune system poison at the same time.

She has not seen such a complex, multi-acting and component poison many times. Not even a woman tends to overcomplicate her poisons at this level. Felt it was unnecessary, though if someone wanted to go for sure, they would definitely do so. And she began to be sure that this could not be natural. But that was the point where she had to finish this because the voices really didn’t let her work anymore.

When arrived at the other room, Ingrid saw a man there she had never met before. He had just had an autopsy, and several of those who were here had become ill. It was hard to decide whether from the sight or just the poison. But even the doctors who arrived later were not enthusiastic about what they saw. They could understand that person had lived before; a little respect would have been deserved by everyone. The Empress cleared her throat to draw attention to herself.

"This is really necessary?" asked her usual voice.

 

[Frank Sterling]

After retrieval of the nerve stem, frank would place it in a jar before handing that off to a medic and getting to work stitching up the body's insitions he had made to remove said organs. As the empress walked over and asked him if that was really necessary frank sighed picking up his helmet and slotting it back on as the armor hissed as it sealed it off. "Necessary Yes, respectful to the dead let alone social norms? No. My apologies Express I'm a soldier first and a peoples person second, I do what i deem necessary to ensure the survival of you and your people as per what my employer is paying me for. If these actions are not satisfactory I will personally see to it that that is rectified for any future interaction however as it currently stands time is of the essence and we have little time for social norms when lives are on the line." Frank stated in a Deadpan emotionless voice as he finished stitching up the patrols corpse he made a quick prayer asking the mans forgiveness before standing up to turn around to face Ingrid

Frank stood around 7ft tall in his armor which was a matt black with red highlights of the chest, shoulders, and knees with extra plating all over his armored visor has a shark face mouth decal overlay however despite this he never comes off as intimidating more like protective of others. "I do apologise if my first interactions with you are less than ideal but i must take my leave as I assist in the patrol so to keep any assassin from harming you or your people your grace."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

She looked at him sternly. It was a luxury hotel and apparently a lot of people saw what happened. If he hadn't cared about what he was doing, he could at least have asked the security guards to evacuate the place. The woman also found a calmer place.

"You could have been careful not to do this in front of everyone’s eyes. These people are civilians, as soldiers our job is to protect them and not to make them worse."

Said in a still completely cold voice as the man finished the autopsy and sutured the wound.

"Be more discreet! That’s all I’m asking of you, I also found a calmer place to analyze the data from the scanners, but the chaos you caused didn’t let me finish analyzing the poison."

She looked at the man as he stood up and put on his helmet as well. Really didn't know who he was after all, she couldn’t know everyone or everyone’s employees. She didn't know the armour either, but it followed from the man's words that he was a mercenary; he said he was working for someone. Keep an assassin away from her; if the man knew… She was better than all her bodyguards, not worried about her own safety at all. But she didn’t say it out loud, she wasn’t so arrogant, just aware of her own abilities.

"Let's start at the beginning… Who are you and for whom do you work? And yet what makes you think I need the protection of mercenaries?" asked in her usual cold, military voice.

 

[Frank Sterling]

Frank stood paused before apologising for his brashness with civilians present. "I'm Frank sterling of the CIS Duantless special forces freelance group, As for who I'm working for its Ty Sibo we used to serve together when he was with CIS and so he had a few of us 'Dauntless' special forces on his contact list so he contacted me to work as security detail after hearing about the defense of dantoeen that i took part in including retaking the planetary defense guns. as for your protection if the rumors of you are to be believed i personally don't think your protection is required but Ty sibo has paid me for your protection and those under your protection as well this includes your civilian and VIP's"

Bowing his head and shoulders "my apologies for my actions Ma'am it won't happen again." frank said in his emotionless military voice matching Ingrids

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

Dauntless would have been enough for the woman since she had worked at CIS for years, she knew exactly what it all meant. However, it was strange and surprising until the moment he said he was working for Ty Sibo. Ingrid nodded, so it was much more understandable, the CIS would not have been enough.

"Mr. Sibo worries too much, unnecessarily."

Said the man's words. She didn’t like it if someone wanted to limit her because she was alone all her life. As a small child, she had only bodyguards, members of the Shadow Company, and then she was the bodyguard. As an adult, when she was at her full strength and abilities, bodyguards again took care of her safety. It was like a regression for her. But she never voiced that because she knew others expected of her.

"All right, and my address is “my Lord”. Much more neutral than “ma’am, after all, I’m primarily a soldier, not a woman."

Corrected the man, she didn’t say he didn’t have to do what he was hired for. The Empress knew exactly how bad it was for a soldier.

"By what time, how was your progressing with the investigation, Mr. Sterling? I started analyzing the poison based on medical droid scanners. If you are interested I will show you the results."

 

[Felmorante L'lerim]

His Troubles Are Over

Equipment: Haywire I Armor over Viper Mk. I Skinsuit, Duraglide Boots with Boot Rockets
Dark Purple pair of Wrist Dazzlers, 7 Whimsy Knives, 3 Glitter Grenades, 2 Giggle Grenades, 1 Pink Vapor Grenade
Objective: Find the boom thing!
Tags: A ARS VAMI Vidalu Na'an

The young lady stooped low over the building, spying the two below as people that worked the dock moved around. They carried someone off, someone that had seriously lost a game of danger tag. Seemed they had changed the rules since the last time she had played. The person who was it got to beat the ones he found, not the other way round.

A swift twist of her heel with the dancers grace found her keeping pace with those carrying the body away, She paused mid step to turn back to the pair that had let the body be taken away. Eyes narrowed, a frown appearing at the thought of having to work with adults. But she had heard that right. Da bigga booms. All over it seemed.

Someone had been naughty. Who wasted big booms on a small place like this?

She didn't like the idea of the booms going off. Wanted to keep a few for herself to be honest. A home project to tinker with, or use on something. The purpose would come later. A deep sigh of resignation had her finding a solid piece of an overhead door to grab hold of before dropping to the duracrete below with a soft tumble. Deathly silent, but not hidden in the force as she smiled to the pair with a quick wave.

"You-a looky for da bigga booms?" She spoke cheerfully, even with her best gungan impression. She'd seen it on a holo somewhere, and had rather enjoyed the sound. Hopefully they found it as pleasing.

 

[Frank Sterling]

Equipment: Hades corp uniform, M-18 pit viper, Speed reload cylinders, combat knife, Gen 2 armor, Surgical feild kit
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim
[One day Death will set me free]

Frank nods at Ingrid's statement about Ty "I know the man means well but If you coddle something or someone all their life they'll never learn to be able to defend themselves" Frank stated as he turned around and gathered his surgical kit off the ground. After stowing it back in its case he put the case back on his waist before turning to Ingrid

"given what I've found The poison is a neurotoxin fast-acting and targets the nervous system, blood cells, and immune system however from the fast-acting nature of the poison including the cell degradation of the blood and immune system primarily the liver and parts of the brainstem. it could be refined Trihexalon however futhure data to confirm would be required."

When Ingrid Offered to show him the data He nodded "Lead the way My lord."

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Ship: Standard-kit HWK-290 light freighter
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh) , A ARS VAMI , Felmorante L'lerim
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Ars Vami cautiously approached the woman next to Taros's corpse. The Wokiies separated to look for clues. With the Nakaioma pin on his jacket in plain sight and a gun in his hand, the man waits for the woman to get up to check the man's pulse and then extract the company's subcutaneous microcip. She plugged it into an artisan reader which began to decrypt the chip.
"Secret Service EE or what"? addressed to the woman. And save the denial, it is from Batuu that we cross you all the time. At the very least, you should change your personal codes. I don't need to know what you are communicating but I know for a fact that you were in Batuu and also in Bakura. And someone should explain to your empress that always showing up with Adjudicator or larger ships makes it easy to follow her.

"If you can ID me as having been on both planets and still think I'm Imperial Secret Service I'm afraid you're not much smarter than I am, vod."
The remark came out rather more cutting than Na'an intended. The delay on encrypted comms always left her on edge even at the best of times, but with a bomb threat in the sector she had little mental energy to waste with such nonsense. She turned towards the man with the pin on his jacket, pointing down to the dead dockworker at both of their feet. It was with a little pang that she saw the too-slow trickle of blood now coming from his wrist, from where this guy had pulled some kind of chip.
"This man of yours threw his life away to make it here because apparently these docks are covered in bombs of some sort set to blow within the hour," she continued. "I'm waiting on a friend of mine to respond to this comm and give me an idea of where to start looking for them because I'm not in the mood to let people die, so unless you've got a map to the Antham Prime Docks in that device of yours I've got bigger concerns than whatever petty squabble you have with the Empress--"

"You-a looky for da bigga booms?" She spoke cheerfully, even with her best gungan impression. She'd seen it on a holo somewhere, and had rather enjoyed the sound. Hopefully they found it as pleasing.

Na'an jabbed a thumb at the young girl. "Exactly," she said, returning to the comms. Leigh was taking TOO long to respond. "Like what the girl faking the silly accent said. Looking for the big booms. Speaking of which--kid, you a fast runner?" [/QUOTE]

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

"Not everyone is born a soldier, nor to learn to fight. Even if you try to teach them."

Unfortunately, she spoke from experience, despite trying to teach Adrian to fight, her late husband was not someone who had learned anything in such a field. Yet they practiced and Ingrid tried to teach. Maybe if she had tried harder, Adrian would have been alive even now. The red-haired woman was too strict with everyone else, but she was indulgent with the Sith Lord. A smile or a kind word was enough to break the ice. As usual, she now got back to the point that she was at fault for her husband’s death.

Meanwhile, she watched the man, who came to the same conclusion as the woman. Still, according to Ingrid, such a poison can only be made with alchemy. Or at least that was the woman's thought. Of course, there may be a place on a dangerous planet where it’s all natural, but it’s pretty much excluded. Perhaps the raw materials can be used to identify where it was made. Meanwhile, she moved to the other room where she was being investigated.

"The data from the scanners also provided these results; not many times see such a complex poison. Maybe this will help us find the maker. Unless it is individually made by someone…"

The room where Ingrid worked was not far away, maybe sixty to seventy metres away, so they got there very quickly, but nothing worked in the room, someone with an EMP ruined and destroyed everything.

"Feth!"

 

[Frank Sterling]

Equipment: Hades corp uniform, M-18 pit viper, Speed reload cylinders, combat knife, Gen 2 armor, Surgical feild kit
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim
[One day Death will set me free]

frank pulled his sidearm from his waist and loaded a speedloader of shredder ammo. "My lord looks like the assassin is still here Might i request the building be put on full lockdown as without the medical droid and its info there's one thing that still has all the info on what we found." frank tapped his helmet meaning himself. holstering his pistol again he walks out of the room looking around the room he sighed not knowing which of the civilians he can trust. walked back into the room and looked to Ingrid.

"my lord here is the codes to access my helmet cam remotely I'm going to be bait for this assassin if we can take them alive we will have better chances of saving everyone." Saluting Ingrid Frank left the room before leaving the ballroom purposely intending to bait the assassin by heading to areas where there's no survalence and he would be alone.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

"We have no idea how long it takes for the poison to decompose in the bodies, maybe by the time the quarantine is lifted and we get out of here there will be nothing to analyze."

She expressed her concern, but still in the same cold, military voice. After all, they couldn’t know what and when the poison would continue to decompose. She herself would have solved it by decomposing the poison into natural constituents and components as soon as possible so that it could not be detected in any form later. She had no doubt that others would do the same. Then turn it into a race against time.

Will he be the bait? It was a very bold statement in light of who was here during the ball. She would have been happy if it had been so easy, but she had doubts. Not even small.

"What makes you think they will be interested in you? I mean, there are plenty of nobles, company executives, celebrities here, a few rooms away. Why would they go after you?"

She wanted to ask that question before the man left. Of course, if all this fails, she will only ask this question using the communication channel. In the meantime, she too goes back to the original big hall, as there is nothing she can do here in this small room. Rather, she tries to find the assassin, the assassins, among the guests.

 

[Frank Sterling]

Equipment: Hades corp uniform, M-18 pit viper, Speed reload cylinders, combat knife, Gen 2 armor, Surgical field kit
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim
[One day Death will set me free]

Frank would answerIngrid threw his headset. "In all honesty, my lord I don't know, however, Given the info and events in play at the moment i suspect the assassins what no loose ends and there is probably one in the area with you.... this might very well be a group effort and areas to look into would be the kitchen were the food was made." as Frank moved threw empty areas alone it was only a matter of time before someone tried to attack him.

a shot rang out as frank was taking to Ingrid as an assassin tried to hit Frank with an emp followed by a heavy blaster rifle the former doing nothing to his power armor were the latter knocked off some heavy plating. "speak of the devil and he will come, i got one on me ill bring him back for questioning my lord" frank said calmly as it sounded like he was taking multiple hit over the radio.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch, The Night Queen, Lady Stuztala, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium, Archon of the Primyn Group​

Location: Anthan Spire, Anthan Prime
Equipment: Brynja coat (not wear) | Hersir Imperial Uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | G1 OmniLink || The Last Gift | Empyrean gland
Tag: Frank Sterling | Open

[ Maybe I should just end it all... ] ​

"I have to agree with you, I don't think it's a single assassin. Unless they were able to poison the central provider and so the poison got into all sorts of food and drink."

Answered the man through the comm. channel. Honestly, she didn’t know which option was better or just worse. The more assassins, or even the only one. Both were pretty bad options. Since she was alone now, she began to watch the crowd. Ingrid did the same as before on Kalzeron, using telepathy. Not through the Force, but through ordinary telepathy. However, she experienced the same as on that planet. No one knows anything, not even those who produce no symptoms.

"Did Mr. Sibo tell you what happened on Kalzeron?"

Asked before the man was attacked, but the man thought the same as Ingrid, that is, the kitchen. Though the woman was thinking in slightly larger chances. And that’s when the attack took place, communication became a little more difficult, and Mr. Sterling finally said he was cheating or leading back on the assassin so they could be questioned.

"Try to lead there to a place where there are few civilians!"

Meanwhile, with a few military gestures, she signalled to her own men to take civilians to a safer place from here. Who knows where Sterling will arrive with the assassin…

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Ship: Standard-kit HWK-290 light freighter
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh) , A ARS VAMI , Felmorante L'lerim
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Vidalu Na'an

I don't have a name for this guy but I can tell you in which warehouse he spent 35 of the last 45 minutes of his life. I'd say it's a great place to start looking. If it was there, there must be a reason. You tell me what you said to each other and I tell you the stupid weak point of your communicator. Weak point, however, common to many devices. You have to have the right electronics of course - Depending on the security level it obviously takes more or less time to break a code. Pointing the EE ships into orbit: we record and then calmly have whoever has to decrypt their communications. In Batuu with dozens of ships and devices on land we could get confused with other interception attempts, in Bakura and here it would also be obvious to a blind man that we are the only ship with enough computing power to try to break their codes.
They are vulnerable at low level (not combat codes between ships and fighters for example) because a low-profile type of communication is poorly protected. Too little to decrypt their ship-to-ship communications in real time, but enough to identify ships, their fighter squadrons, or units from the battalion up on shore.

"...I just told you what he said. There same people who beat this man to death left BOMBS somewhere in the sector. Are you even listening to me?"

Na'an just looked at the guy going on about encryption codes and secret service with a rapidly rising irritation. She was used to being surrounded by people who were smarter than her--not that it ever seemed to matter--but the ones who pretended to it were always somehow worse. It wasn't doing this guy much credit that he was just sitting there bragging about decrypting a local one-to-one comlink when there were more important things to worry about, either. Why were the 'smart' ones always so bad at priorities?

"I don't give a shab about whatever power move this is," she said, cutting him off. "If you're just gonna blather at me about your galaxy brain instead of giving me a map you're not any help."

She waved to the kid, bidding her to follow, and made her way towards the warehouses. If the other guy followed, well, that was his business. Following the path the dockworker had cut through the crowd to make it that far was a good start. In the meantime, she shook the comm with frustration, pushing down the button perhaps harder than she should.

"Please tell me you have something," she said sharply into the receiver. "And discreetly?"

 

[LE-03 (Leigh)]

Equipment: Passive/Active Holonet comm system, multi-phase arm cannon (part of chassis), Five (5) standard thermal detonators, One(1) 50-meter syntherope coil
Tags: Vidalu Na'an , Felmorante L'lerim , A ARS VAMI

"My apologies. As you noticed, we had your new...friend...to contend with."

Leigh had spent the last two minutes plugged into the ship's computer, hard at work. When the ship was docked, she could use the server space to improve performance, allowing her access to more directly stored files than would be on a public Holonet network. The ship's computer whirred with the actions she had been taking over the last few minutes, and the map made its way. Leigh allowed herself a small moment of satisfaction before continuing.

"Uploading a map to your comlink now. Based on what little information the dockworker provided, there are three likely locations that bombs would be planeted--here at the docks themselves, the casino two clicks down the boardwalk, and in the primary administrative building for the sector chairs three clicks in the other location. I recommend you use the volunteer next to you to navigate the administrative building, as it is the furthest away and least crowded of the locations. I have highlighted the relevant locations on the map for your reference. Based on the lack of public alarm, I would surmise that no one has located anything identifiable as a detonator, meaning that the explosives will likely be small, highly localized events focused on heat and shrapnel fire over concussive damage."

Both the droid and her human partner knew what that would mean. The bombs weren't meant to destroy buildings--they were mines. They were meant to kill people. The fact hung heavy in the air before the droid continued.

"Fortunately, this means that they are likely set to be triggered by direct interference rather than some remote detonator. Once you find a bomb, you should be able to defuse it locally before moving on to the next. This likely means that the bombs are not networked together for a unified explosion. Of course, this also means that the detonation events are not on a timer. It could be an hour, or five minutes, before someone in any location sets one off. Move swiftly, and act delicately. I will do what I can to see to the evacuation of those locations.

"Now, for your tail. Based on what he has said, he does not actually seem to know much besides your general location, particularly as he seems unaware of our overall activity. His bugs are through financial accounts, which are heavily partitioned, and he seems proud of having hacked a one-to-one comms communication. Cute. Despite his shockingly loose lips, however, I do find it mildly concerning that they were here before the bomb threat. I will use the decryption key left in this comms connection to find out more and will debrief you personally afterwards. In the meantime...

we should focus on the bombs. Lives are at risk."

With that, Leigh left the comms open, but fell silent. Her next step would be to access the security systems of both the casino and the administrative building, in order to trigger their evacuation protocols. Her internal timer estimated that it would crack the administrative building's systems before those of the casino. Typical beaureaucrats. They never updated their software on schedule.

 

[Frank Sterling]

Equipment: Hades corp uniform, M-18 pit viper, Speed reload cylinders, combat knife, Gen 2 armor, Surgical field kit

When the dust settled in the empty room franks armor was in tatters bits of charred flesh and synth skin coat the floor smoke billowing off of still smoldering fabric the viscus horror of what the assassin was able to accomplish was overshadowed by the horror of what a man is willing to put his body threw to be the perfect soldier. Metal, plastic laced dermal and joint plating, about 80% of Frank's body was replaced by cybernetics as he stared down the assassin before him manic grin on his face.

"Oh, I understand My lord you might wanna send a security detail to come and get him when I'm done with him. don't worry I won't break him too much." taking his slightly damaged earpiece out of his ear he threw it into the wall next to him with enough force to cause what could almost be considered a bullet hole. Frank was well aware his voice might have betrayed his intentions as the various combat stims and medical ran on overdrive through his heavily augmented body as he stared down the assassin.

Taking his pistol off his belt he tossed it on the floor between the two of them. "Well, boy scout here's the deal if you can take that pistol you can shoot me with it since that rifle of yours is plum outta ammo." The assassin said nothing as his eyes twitched looking briefly at the gun on the floor. he may have thought he was quick hell being an assassin he might have been at one point but right here right now he was slower than frank who is far past human limits.

as he tried diving for the gun he caught Frank's foot to the shoulder mid-dive a crack broke the silence as his shoulder gave way to the man's armored boot that sent him into the wall partly embedding into it. "that's the spirit soldier." Frank said grabbing the man by his collar and walking the man to the nearby window. "now when i say jump, you say how high." Frank exclaimed almost gleefully as he smashed the guy's head through two of the windows before tossing him on one of the end tables causing it to shatter under the force. "Now if you feel like cooperating the Eternal Empire forces will take you into questioning unless you wish to keep pissing me off," Frank spoke with a grin. Frank pulled off his pack and wouldswitch his now busted armor and chest piece for hades corp combat longcoat to as least hide a good portion of his wounds from the civilians. draging the man by the shoulder after picking up his pistol frank made his wayback to Ingrid. using telepathy to contact her having been taught it by Ty.

My lord if you would meet me in the security room I'm taking the long way so as not to spook the guest with my current appearance but i have apreihended one of the assassins and mabie you could get him to talk.