The Arbiters: ASA Dominion of Monastery

[Raziel]

Sev’rance Class Frigate The Beacon (formerly Wanton Destruction)

The remaining loyal souls of the Templars stood in the hall, arranged in neat rows of gleaming white. They watched as Master Ackoam spoke to them. No sounds was made as they listened intently. The elderly Jedi Master paced back and forth across the stage, his voice switching between a quiet whisper and reverberating shouts as he kept his audience captivated.

At the back of the ranks, Artemis Avard hund off every word. His new artificial left arm still aching at the shoulder. That was one of the new parts of the code though: to show pain was to connect to a moral weakness. So he did not complain, or request medical aid.

“Fear will not be tolerated!” Ackoam shouted. The massed ranks echoed his words. “Hatred, anger, jealousy. All must be eschewed to walk the path of light. Love is a weakness that opens you up to temptation and the dark side. Nothing will deter us from the righteous path! Mercy is a weakness that your enemies will take advantage of!” At that, Ackoam stepped to the side and waved his aim, taking in to Obsidian Knight chained to a set of stocks. He looked out over his congregation and smiled. This was the new Templar Order. His Arbiters. “A cult” he had heard on the media. They would learn. Of course, his views were in no way tainted by his dalliance with the dark side all those decades ago, but no one knew better about that, did they?

The Jedi Master moved down beside the Obsidian Knight. “Do you swear that you have been misguided?” he said in hushed tones. There was the slightest shift as the assembled Arbiters leant in ever so slightly.

The Knight sobbed. “I was led astray, it wasn’t my fault, temptation took me and I…” his voice wavered.

“Do not worry,” Ackoam said, resting a hand on his forehead. “One way or another, we will help you find peace. Bring the The Adjudicator!” he shouted. The doors at the back of the chamber slid open, the faintest breeze from the pressure differential causing the great white banners that lined the hall to sway. The ranks of Templars parted.

The Moral Adjudicator stepped into the room. Her white robes were frayed and worn, the flesh that showed hung loose from her skeletal form. Most shocking was the iron circlet that cross her brow, highlighting the raw wounds were her eyes should have been. Puss still seeped from the red openings. Master Ackoam himself had put out her eyes, so that she might see the Truth better. She shambled forwards, even the staunchest Templar struggling not to back away from her repulsive appearance.

As she reached the stage, a Templar followed her up onto the dais, a saber already in his hand. The Adjudicator shuffled up to kneel opposite the Obsidian Knight. She placed her hands on either side of his head and then slowly leant in until their foreheads touched. The Knight screamed for a moment as his mind was broken, then when silent. The Templar Knight moved beside them, holding his saber in both hands now.

“Do you see the truth now?” Ackoam asked. “Are you ready to serve us willingly and follow the code of the Arbiters?”

“I am,” he replied stoically.

“He lies!” shrieked the Adjudicator. The Templar Knight moved so swiftly, that the “snap-hiss” of his saber blade was barely heard above the thrum of it descending. The Adjudicator stood back up, showing complete indifference to the remains of the Obsidian Knight.

“Peace. One way or another.” Ackoam shouted. “We will judge them all before the end.”



Dominion: http://starwars.wiki.../wiki/Monastery
http://starwars.wiki...ley_(Monastery)
http://starwars.wiki...e_Sacred_Circle


Following the exile of the Templars, a large number of them escaped on Templar-class Sev’rance frigates and other vessels and jumped into dark space. Under the guidance of a new leader, members are indoctrinated into the new Templar order: The Arbiters of Moral Justice.

Under a new code all emotions are seen as a sin. Taking frivolous enjoyment from life is banned, and members are not permitted to own personal possessions. Members of the Templar Order are seen on several Confederate worlds, working against criminals, but carrying out brutal punishments on the spot before vanishing. Mercy is considered as great a sin as anger, or wrath.

The Confederacy receives intelligence that a large force of rebels have arrived at Monastery, and the Templars have been attempting to recruit the ancient Order of the Sacred Circle to their cause. A CIS fleet arrives at the planet and carries out a blockade. A number of CIS personnel arrive at the Temple of the Sacred Circle to negotiate the handover of the Templars.

It is found that most have already left the system, but a handful of Masters and Knights are still there along with a hidden military force. The military finds hidden caches of droid armies, stolen during Salem’s coup. It would be fun for the whole thing to end in a battle across the Crystal Plains.

Objectives

1. Meet with the leaders of the ancient Order of the Sacred Circle to try and convince them to join the Confederacy. Find out if they have been meeting with the Templars
2. The Templars have been setting up stations in the main cities, searching for Force Sensitives to aid their cause. It will not be easy to find them, but it will turn out that they have been infiltrating a popular cult with Jedi who specialise in mental manipulation and cloaking. Find them and put a stop to this without upsetting the local law enforcement.
3. Search the planet for military forces. Several Companies from the Confederate Army who defected are being hidden in the mountain on the far side of the Crystal Plains. Containers of droid soldiers have been hidden in many places, some guarded. Find and destroy the hidden containers.
4. A company on Monastery have been working on advanced networking techniques to solve genetic algorithms between a series of nodes. This technology could be useful to the manufacturers of the CIS' droid legions. Try and obtain it through whatever means necessary, as long as you do not upset the locals. A Templar or two may also be interested...

Don't forget, this world is the home of Nightshrikes and Sabercats too! Have fun!

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

The Confederate fleet dropped out of hyperspace in a flash. Irys watched the bridge officers on the technical stations change a few gears as they were bombarded will all manner of signals. They would be scanned by ground and orbital satellites across the spectrum. A thousand types of communication would be sent in the direction of the fleet as automated systems designed for traffic monitoring attempted to grapple with the new arrivals.

Finally someone picked up on the important communication. "Captain, we have an official message from the Government asking what we're doing in the system?"

Two minutes, Irys mused. As far as governments moved that was pretty quick. The Confederacy, in direct opposition to the Republic preferred the smallest layer of bureaucracy and red tape. The public sector was kept slim, taxes were low and industry flourished. She was, frankly, surprised that the people of Monastery hadn't needed to set up a few committees before sending an official message.

"Any military ships out there?" Irys asked.

"Looks like some local forces scrambling, no sign of the Templar fleet."

"Oh well, they can't have jumped out long ago. There must be a trail. Tell the good people of Monastery that we have no hostile intent, but have been tracking a fleet of vessels associated with the terrorist cult known as the Templars, occasionally now known the refer to themselves as Arbiters. We have diplomatic shuttles that wish to land and discuss recent events."

"Done. Their military seem awfully keen that we hold our position at the edge of the system."

"Of course, calculate us a sensible orbit well away from their world. Accelerate into it gently and then ramp down the repulsors."

"Sir,"

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"Get off your high horse, you twat. Whoever said we can't negotiate with violence?" Neskar jested, sitting in hanger bay, on one of the many gunships that littered the boardwalk. It was a hub of activity

"Our orders, sir." replied the beleaguered sergeant, eyes raw from training the recruits levied from the local system. Not that they were forced into service or anything, right?

"Fuck the orders. I hear there's some defectors hiding into the mountains. We'll deal with those losers, then deal with the other losers."

"You mean your superiors, sir?"

"Shut up, you bastard. Get the crew ready, we'll DROP in! See what I did there?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, don't get too cocky. Not everyone is a comedic genius round here. Don't let them hear you say that though, they get mighty defensive."

*

On the double, a triple row of twenty soldiers in each arranged themselves in an almost disciplined fashion, not unheard of nowadays. Fully armoured, slapped up with the finest gear the 'feds could muster, they stood at sharp attention, awaiting immediate orders. Thrusters whirred sonorous amongst the congregation of beings, reminders that a job had to be done.

"Right," Neskar intoned to the corps, armoured in his personal beskar'gam and standing affirmative before the array of gunships. "You all know my motto. Actually, you don't, I just thought of it. Might is Right. Amongst my other sayings, such as 'eat shit and die', and 'things are only unfair because they work', I want you to keep it on mind as we destroy these defectors. No surrender, no mercy. We're their doom, unfortunately for them. Move out."

The company saluted and marched swiftly to their stations. Sixty men, well trained and prepared to drop one on a ragtag collection of scum and cowards. This would be easier than he thought.

 

[Corey's OOC]

There was a lot going on out here. Marek had gotten wind of the government serving the Techno Union Confederacy visiting the world of Monastery. The last time he was here, there was a whole lot going on. A ship had shown up and some group of pilots were jumping on it. He, regrettably, and for his own safety, hadn’t docked with the ship, and left before everything went down. Or at least that was how he remembered it. Still, the government was taking an interest in it now?

Fascinating.

Sure, there was the rogue group of Templar, the Arbiters, and that was kind of interesting, but for Marek? There was a company out this way, and if he was going to be the Foreman, it meant he needed to take charge and actually do some work. Which meant checking it out. Which meant seeing who he wanted to come with him.

That meant taking the Dark Tide and sending messages out to all his typical operatives and partners in crime. Really, he didn’t want to get assassinated along the way. Plus, Force crazies. He really wanted to make a line of operative agents who used the Force but used it as another weapon. No frills, no silly religion.

Seeing the fleet in a holding pattern, he dialed up [member="Irys Arist'lar"].

“This is Starchaser, any chance I can get to the planet? Hear there is business to be done.”

Simple.

Greed.

He should really find a new career.

 

[Raziel]

Objective 2

Raziel walked back and forth through the confines of his generic light courier vessel. The ship was one of a small fleet that had been picked up by Spynet second hand. The IFF transponder had been tampered with, and he had been provided with appropriate identification. He would have no problem landing on Monastery. He started to gather some gear for the journey. Nightshrike armour was a fantastically complex piece of electronics, not something he could bring along. Instead he had several changes of clothing, just slightly out of fashion in the region he was heading to. He'd brought a few more, appropriate to the southern regions, just in case he had to extend his stay. One set of clothing was comfortable, relatively tight fitting and entirely in shades of black and grey. Perfect for any night-time mischief he might have to get into.

He had a nutorium lined section in his largest case, in which he stowed a bag of splinter knives, a few vials of various poisons and toxins, a splinter pistol, a verpine shatter pistol and three quicktime-2 holdouts. He took a moment to consider whether to bring his sabers or not, eventually deciding to stash those as well.

His main port of call would be one of the main cities in the northern hemisphere. There he would get in touch with the local Spynet contact and start to make enquiries. The Templars had been seen in the city just a few weeks ago, despite it being well away from the Government centre, or any religious councils.

But first he would wait. He had an encrypted hyperwave to the CIS fleet, and those in command might have been after a briefing before ships started landing.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys relaxed into her chair as the Majesty and the rest of the Abrion fleet gently eased into an orbit and ramped down the repulsors. No point wasting energy.

"I want droid interceptors out in cycles, I want to be able to scan and bring down any vessels we see. I want teams constantly monitoring traffic, and get all transponder signals checked against Intel." she ordered. May as well leave the bridge soon, there were operations to be planned, and the fleet was perfectly capable of carrying out her orders.

"We're being contacted by Technate vessels. Mr Starchaser wants a word."

"Oh I can't be bothered, what does he want?"

"Access to the planet sir,"

She considered this for a moment. Starchaser's work for the resistance had become clear after Salem's revolution. Of course, the businessman could have been playing both sides.

"Tell him we won't be interfering with civilian business, but that his vessel may be subject to a search on leaving the system."

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek nodded. Really, he just needed to get planetside, to investigate this business, and hopefully keep himself away from the Templar and the fighting. “Well, if things go smooth, I’ll be in and out shortly.” He clicked off his commlink as he sped down to the planet. New droid technology was always useful, and it could help Haor Chall finally get one of their dustballed projects off the ground.

As he entered atmosphere, he sent a quick message over to @Neskar A’toll. “If you need assistance, let me know, I’ll add it to my chores on this world.”

Between that and making sure the fleet didn’t destroy any of the new ships he purchased, and could capture the old ones, for… nostalgia purposes, he had a pretty full day ahead of him. The rest of it was up to intelligence and the military, but he needed to find this company and technology.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

THUMP!

The drop-pod crunched into the mountain surface, atop a decently sized plateau, some a hundred metres away from the main Templar hideout. Perfect landing. There was ample space for the three other drop-pods to land as well. As if on cue, the whoomp of parachutes deploying and the rumbling vibration signalled they too had arrived. Immaculate. This would have to be swift. Neskar had the cream of the crop of the Authority Special Forces, hand trained by himself to be ruthless hunters. For the Templars, the predators had been unleashed, and the prey was just sitting there, motionless, as a small animal would do in the face of a huge beast with teeth bared.

The door of the drop-pod slid down, releasing the contents of the pods to the world of Monastery. Neskar was first. In his pod, there were five, four his men. A similar set up was in the other three, five in each, numbering twenty. Clad in his armour, Neskar dropped from the pod, shouldering his rifle, glaring at his flanks accordingly. They were secure. Intel had implied that the LZ was decently safe, a plateau shadowing the Templar compound.

Did they see the parachutes? He wondered, as his men set up in silence, in their ranks. All had jetpacks, as did he. This would be a more... aerial pursuit.

"Split up into your fives. Take a launcher with you. Dets, high explosives. We're gonna give them shock and awe. Laze anything you see. Got it? Groovy. Roll out."

The collective nodded, activating their jetpacks and swooping down into the evergreen valley in one fell swoop. Neskar headed his squad, appreciating the pleasant surroundings. It was almost a shame that they were going to destroy it all.

 

[Raziel]

Raziel's small civilian ship accelerated towards the world. He had one clear goal on Monastery: to find out if the Templars were actively recruiting in the main cities. There had been rumours of civilians vanishing, and Spynet believed this correlated with the appearance of Templars. However, the Templars had not been seen in public for weeks, but citizens were still disappearing.

He waited patiently as the controls of his courier ship were slaved the Monastery's orbital stations and he was guided towards a space port on the surface. Closing his eyes slightly, he let the warm orange glow of the super-heated atmosphere wash over him.

As his craft gently came to a landing, he grabbed his case and popped the cockpit. Time for his first challenge: customs.

Spoiler

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
[member="Neskar A'toll"]
[member="Irys Arist'lar"]
[member="General Mayhem"]
[member=Ruusan]
[member="Ikki Ike"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Nima Ven"]
[member=Moss]
[member=Enigma]
[member=Freanne]
[member="Adrian Cassidy"]
[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
[member="Ket Van Derveld"]
[member=FRAME]
[member="Irridia Solensis"]
[member="Chloe Hinata"]
[member="Jeff Solaris"]
[member="Milligan Praetor"]
[member="Barkt Melan"]
Tag everyone active in the ASA!

 

[FRAME]

I piloted my Theta shuttle through the atmosphere. No Templar would stop me, as long as I was in this body. Of course, I wouldn't be in this body for long.

Ordering the entrance ramp to open, I switched to the body of my Flame Suit, checked that all the fuel tanks were full, and leapt off the ramp. The ship would probably hit where it was supposed to hit: Right outside the suspicious-looking complex in the middle of nowhere. I activated my jetpack, flying closely behind the falling ship, watching for a response from whoever was in that complex.

I spun away as the ship actually crashed. If I could feel emotions, it would've made me happy to see such a reminder of my past get destroyed. It hit the ground, and the fuel tanks and engine compartment exploded in a ball of fire that would've been seen for miles around. I landed in a forest. Time to watch.

[member='Raziel'] [member='Neskar A'toll'] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"The bastards won't see us coming."

"Sir, what about the patrol headed out of the compound?"

"A complete coincidence. Erm... jump them anyway."

"At once, sir. Should've we be careful of being outnumbered?"

"Nah, don't worry.."

Neskar decided he could get used to being called sir. A grin formed underneath his helmet. No time for smiles, he reminded himself. Recalling some awful events on Corellia, he shook his head and took a glimpse over the ridge. He and his four man squad had planted themselves in a heavily wooded location, some three hundred metres from the main compound. Smoke and dust filtered into the air, rumblings of vehicles announced the presence of their foe. Despite his companies small size, they had a decisive advantage.

"You have me."

He looked at his side at his comrades, equipped with more high explosive weaponry than you could shake a ysalamir at. As soon as the small convoy came into effective range, the Templars were dust. And body parts, but mainly dust.

 

[Raziel]

Raziel walked calmly across the floor of the hangar bay. At the far end a small group were milling around the exit. Three guards stood to the side, well armed with carbine rifles. A blaster-proof pane of plastiglas was located next to the sole exit. Inside the booth sat a human female, dressed in a security guard's uniform. She was talking to a single individual whilst tapping at a datapad.

Already he focussed on the guard behind the desk, reaching out with the Force and probing the edges of her mind. There was a small queue before the desk, which was perfect for his purposes. The weak-willed could be deceived by simple mind tricks, but changing the manner in which someone conducted their day-to-day job was no simple task.

Jane, he discovered her name. She was alert, freshly onto her shift and with a belly full of caff. She took her job seriously. She'd been in the position for years and paid meticulous attention to each task. Difficult.

She had a clear picture in her head of how her head and each task were broken down. Raziel grasped at her mental map and followed it. Name. Location of Departure. Reason for Visit. Identification. Luggage scan. Information download.

Name. Location of Departure. Reason for Visit. Identification. Luggage scan. Information download. He committed the sequence to his own brilliant memory. He joined the queue and formed a plan.

 

[Raziel]

"Welcome to Monastery, Argyll Spaceport. Name?" the lady behind the desk asked, barely looking up at him over her spectacles.

"David Jacob," Raziel replied with a warm smile.

"Could you please tell me where you started your journey Mr Jacobs?"

"Erm yes, of course. Roon."

"Of course, could you tell me the reason for your visit Mr Jacob?" she asked. Raziel could sense that part of her mind was elsewhere. An ill relative playing on her mind. Perfect.

"Business, I have a meeting with..."

"Very good," she curtly interrupted. "ID please?"

Raziel took a moment to pat down his jacket, before pretending to find his card in his upper pocket. He passed it through the opening in the plastiglas. She tapped a few keys on her pad as his data was processed.

"Alright, this all seems to be in order. Now, your pass is valid for only a three week stay, please get in touch with the department on this number if you need to extend your stay. Now could I ask you to..."

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Objective One

His shoulder ached. Even with his advanced healing, it still grew stiff, especially when the temperature changed quickly. A hand worked it loose as he approached the temple of the Sacred Circle. The dark fabric of his suit jacket creasing and then smoothing at his touch. He was flanked by two Masters of the Knights Obsidian, they wouldn't have it any other way. The threat was real and after the 'close call' on Bothawui during the coup that brought them to this point they weren't willing to take any chances.

So they were his shadows, fully dressed for battle, never speaking unless spoken to and watching, always watching. Salem could feel their gaze flickering through the Force, scanning for anything untoward. That they hadn't acted when they came to the gaping circular opening of the temple was promising.

Two sentients, they wore floor length robes, in a pale white. Their hands interlaced in the sleeves of the clothing, they bowed as he approached and Norongachi felt compelled to do the same. The viridian gaze of the newly crowned Lord Marshall took the pair in, their faces held no hint that they intended to mislead, if anything each held that affable look most monks of any religious order seemed to adopt. His distrust was immediate.

"Lord Marshall Norongachi, we welcome you to Monastery." The speaker bowed again, long locks of silver falling across his broad shoulders.

 

[Raziel]

Without warning, the lady being Raziel started gasping and gulping for air. He turned, ignoring the next words of the security officer. The elderly human lady clutched at her chest and fell to the ground. Raziel turned back and forth, deigning desperation. “Get a medic!” he heard the security guard shout behind him. Raziel stepped back away as several men in green jackets rushed to the woman and started speaking to her in hushed tones. Three others who had been queuing knelt down close by to try and offer assistance, before being waved away by the medics.

Raziel turned back to the desk, doing his best to look visibly shaken. “Seems like she had a heart attack, so rare these days!” he exclaimed.

“I’m sure it’s all in hand,” the lady stated calmly, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Now where was I…” she said in an uncharacteristically absent minded manner.

“Something about an information download,” Raziel said forcefully.

“Oh yes, please take this,” she said, passing over a tiny data chip. “It has information and resources on the city and planet, which includes emergency contact numbers, some safety information and some links to tourism sites,”

“Why thank you,” Raziel replied. Slipping it into his pocket.

“Enjoy your stay,” she said, waving him past the guards.

Raziel felt a connection at the back of his mind suddenly fall away. That was unexpected. He’d only made the woman believe she was having a heart attack, but it seemed he’d induced a real one. What a pity. Still the distraction had been enough to let him mentally manipulate the customs officer into neglecting to scan his case. Nutorium could conceal objects, but it was rather obvious to a scan in of itself.

Raziel hailed a taxi on leaving the port, settling back into the air speeder and speaking the name of his hotel to the droid pilot. He would settle in for the evening and then meet with his contact to learn more about the situation.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

The fort was not exactly expecting a spec ops team to silently breach their defenses and penetrate their system at its very core. So, it was safe to assume that they also weren't expecting a spec ops team to blow up the fucking wall and turn their mangled bodies into rubble infested ash. The latter option appealed to Neskar the most. He wondered why.

"Do it." Neskar ordered, relishing in his command position.

A sudden cornucopia of missiles spilled themselves from the barrels of the large launchers the five squads were carrying, shelling one particular side of the base, targeting structural weaknesses as well as fuel tankers, coupling the missile activities with a torrent of liquid petroleum turned into roaring flame. At once, the teams jettisoned themselves through the gaps and into the base. Prior reconnaissance had revealed the location of war droid storage, and all teams careened towards them. Equipped with detpacks, they easily had the ability to destroy the storage facilities.

Events suddenly transpired. The base erupted into chaos and firefights, not just from the Authority teams. It turned out that the soldiers of the base had it in them that they were betrayed, and so turned on each other in a desperate coup attempt. "How terribly ironic." Neskar voiced, as he and his squad moved to the nearest droid storage.

[member="Raziel"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Objective One

Couldn't help but be in the background in this part of the trip so far. It hadn't be like she was shy at all far from it. With her mouth like it was wouldn't take long for her to get into trouble. Or had she learn to curve if just a little bit. Finding herself looking down on the pad at which time she look up to see them moving out onto shuttles. Just which one would she go one. Oh so the best way for her to pick. AS she more talked to herself any mini minty mo your are it.

Guess she been going to the Temple to play nice with the leaders. At less she thought this was the best deal she wouldn't chance of up seting the locals with her own way of dealing with issues that could come up. Wait hold that shuttle getting herself on. Feeling that she had the right clothing on. It wasn't anything to fancy but it did show off all her assets for sure.

Finding her way over to what could only be where the temple as it seem that she had just missed [member="Salem Norongachi"]



"Hey sweet pea wait for me..Tell them that Knight Vel is also here.", as she put on her very charming smile of hers. After that she got to where Salem "Good it seem I'm not to late.", as she try to smooth out the wrinkles in the nice suit that she may or may not had slept in. After all she had jsut gotten back from a long business trip of sorts.

 

[Raziel]

Objective 2

The rain was coming down hard and nigh on horizontal as Raziel exited the air speeder. He gathered up his bags, pulled his coat tight around his neck and dashed for the hotel. The drops made loud pattering noises as they hit his heavy leather jacket. Rain in the air on new worlds always had its own smell. It must have been down to the different chemicals and atmospheric composition, Raziel figured.

"Lovely day!" called the man at the reception desk.

"Quite!" Raziel called with a friendly smile, mimicking the local accent. He decided to add just a hint of foreign corellian, to match his story of a long period working away from home. People remembered foreign, they didn't trust it. Traits of just another local tended to linger in the memories much less than an exotic visitor.

“You’ve got a booking?” asked the receptionist. Already his eyes were glazing over and drifting slightly aside as he tried to focus on Raziel; his mental influence already affecting his ability to focus on, and memorise, events.

“Of course,” Raziel replied. He slid his datapad onto the desk, the screen showing his booking reference.

“Excellent, that all seems to be in order. Here is the key to your room. May the Circle be followed.”

“The Circle is life,” Raziel replied to the standard Order phrase. He’d spent weeks memorising details about the world and its culture, even drafted in assistance from Spynet agents who’d immersed themselves in the culture for years. “Oh, just one more thing,” he added, backtracking two steps to the desk. Now he concentrated hard on his mental link, if there was one thing he didn’t want remembered, it was this: “Do you have a booking for two this evening, under ‘Ramerus’?”

“Er…yes we do sir, at five,”

“Excellent, thank you again,” Raziel replied with a smile. The memory was dispersed from the receptionist’s mind, like vapour in a breeze.

 

[Freanne]

She had arrived on the planet to help a mandalorian named [member="Neskar A'toll"], he was already blasting the place up when she had her platoon had got to him. They were scout troops, armed with various weapons including sniper rifles. She had been informed he was incharge, of this operation. She looked for the person, who looked like they were in command. Then approached him, and said Lt Roscoe reporting for duty, sir. She stood to attention, as her men took up positions, in the fire fight. She need to know what he want her and men to do. So she could lead them into battle.

 

[Raziel]

Objective 2

Raziel laid out his equipment in the room of his hotel. His meeting with the local Spynet operative had been brief, but informative. It seemed the Templar Order had quite publically passed through the city a few weeks ago. They’d spoken in public about their new righteous order of Arbiters, claiming they would bring “enlightenment, order and justice” to the galaxy.

The Spymaster had been aware of this, but the reports had not detailed how public these events had been. A bold move for an organisation on the run from the Abrion systems for treason. What was more concerning was the abductions. People had linked the two events when individuals who had been seen speaking to the Templars had gone missing. The Templars had vanished shortly after, yet the disappearances had continued.

However, the operative had it on good authority that the local law enforcement were now carefully watching a local cult’s HQ. The group, which promoted “spiritual healing”, had been offering to help those experiencing strange dreams and visions. They’d been linked to the disappearances somehow and word was they were going to be raided within the week, approval was already being sought. Raziel would have to move quickly.

[member="Freanne"]
[member="Neskar A'toll"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]