To Silently End A Threat

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din sat in the up-scale apartment his old friends had been able to get him sipping at a whiskey thinking about why he had returned to the place he lost his eye. He had returned to carry out a mission as a member of the Bleeding Sun. He and his student and brother in arms were to assassinate a Kaleesh Crime Lord that was beginning to threaten one of the allies of the bothan's political superiors. After the target was eliminated they (Tyro'din and his student [member="Mikkel Markov"]) were then to fill the power vacuum with someone they believed to be best for the job and loyal to the fault. Tyro'din had immidiately thought of his old friend, Ossk. But that was a simple problem to solve, the major one was how to approach the target in the first place. While it would be easy to just blow him to tiny pieces,this was to be a clean op. And that was where the problem lay. The kalesh, Trussk, was an independent power but he was well protected. The only way to him was through a tirade of security checks. Solution: hack the system. Problem: it was locked down tighteer than anything he had seen before, Trussk was seriously paranoid it seemed.

Sighing, Tyro'din knocked back the rest of his drink and got up to get another. There was nothing he could do anyway until his partner on this op arrived. He so hoped he hadn't gotten distracted by one of the casinos or cantinas.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel walked into the room, carrying a metal briefcase and a smile. Mikkel had needed to meet up with a man he contacted while off planet, a man who could get his hands on some fairly rare weaponry. Mikkel wanted a rifle that could do the job good and keep him from being spotted, so he needed a slugthrower. Nodding to [member="Tyro'din"], Mikkel set the briefcase on a table, opened it up, and assembled the K29 rifle inside, complete with 20x scope and suppressor.

"This may have cost me a small fortune, but it'll be worth it" Mikkel said, seeing the expression on his partner's face. "I've never used a slugthrower, though. The targeting system in my helmet should help me get used to it."

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din ran a hand across his forehead when he saw the new rifle Mikkel had brought, while money wasn't tight for the op, there was something called spending too much. Sighing, he placed his drink to the side and walked over to the bar to grab another glass and a bottle, he didn't stop to see what it was. Sitting down, he poured a drink before sliding it across the table to his partner. "Fine, fine. I can understand the need for equipment." He eventually said after a short pause. "Now, lets get down to the plan. Our second objective is spilt into three parts: one, I will infiltrate Trussk's party barge, two, you will find a vantage spot nearby, three, when I give the signal you take out the guards and I take out the kaleesh. After that we go to ground, we meet up here after two days. During those days you look after yourself, contact no one. Once we meet here we here we move onto planning the third objective, how to get Ossk to take the reins."

Standing the bothan walked over the the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out over the view. "Objective one begins now. Planning for the whole op. Remember, we keep the plan light and flexible after all "No plan survives contact with the enemy." Now, first thing first would be how to gain access to the barge in the first place. You need a certain code to access it and its not goin' to be easy to get. The systems locked down firmer than most things on this pit and while I could slice us in, we would loose our chance to act and would have to start over. Ideas?"


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel thought about a plan while breaking down the rifle again. The time he had spent in the cantina before picking up the rifle wasn't purely for pleasure.

"Two of Trussk's men were at the cantina last night, I overheard them talking about how paranoid a man Trussk is, complaining that it'd taken this long to be trusted with access to the barge," Mikkel said. "I asked the bartender if they 'crowd the place every night or just when I'm trying to get hammered,' and she responded they were most certainly there every night. I say we jump them after they leave the cantina tonight, persuade them to give us access."

Taking a sip of the drink [member="Tyro'din"] passed to him, Mikkel continued. "I scouted out how far into the harbor Trussk has his barge anchored, clocked in at 900 meters. Way too far for my old rifle to be effective, so this purchase wasn't just for pleasure."

 

[Tyro'din]

"Well done." Tyro'din praised. "That makes things easier, but, considering how paranoid he is, don't you think he would check each face that has access against a database of some sort. Surely someone has tried this plan against him before." Finishing his drink, he began to pace in thought, "We need a plan B." Slowly he looked around the room, looking for some inspiration. His eyes landed on a plaque he had brought with him, a broken hilt attached to it. A souvenir from his first successful hit when he lived on the planet he was returning to as part of a gang. He walked over to the plaque, a picked up the hilt and began to throw it into the air before catching it repeatedly, "I think I have an idea. A simple dataspike would play all cameras in the area on a loop, from there it would be easy to simply climb aboard the boat in an empty area, if you take out the guards in there before hand. Quick and simple. What do you think?"


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel smiled, happy he had impressed [member="Tyro'din"]. Closing the case for the slugthrower, Mikkel took another sip and patted the briefcase. "I'll wait for you to get into position just under the guard rail in a deserted part of the barge. Guards walk the perimeter, so I'll take one out as soon as he passes over you and you toss the body off the barge," Mikkel said. "Not sure how you feel about blood, but from what I hear this rifle will explode the target's head. Make sure you choose an area to board where the other guards won't notice the blood."

Finishing his drink, Mikkel took off his shadowcloak and started putting on his Tactical Armor. "So when do we begin?"

 

[Tyro'din]

"Hold your rancors." Tyro'din ordered when Mikkel began to pull on his armour, "This is a high profile target, we're goin' to take this slow and plan it out, once he's down the areas goin' to be swarmed by guards. I need to develop the spike also, that'll take a couple of days easy, use the time to scope out the location." here he sat down and poured himself a new drink to sip at, "We need to plan our escape routes and where we will hide low. Your escape will be easy, mine won't. Me finding a place to hide will be easy due to my contacts, not so much for you. We. Need. To. Think." Sighing he lent back, swirling his glass and staring into the rippling liquid, "The main problem, as I see it, is how am I goin' to get out of there when the shavit hits the damned fan. The barge is over 100 stories in the air. How in the Gods name am I to get out of there."

After waiting a few minuets jumping to his feet again he suddenly ran over to the large window he was just at and swung it open on both side. "What about we rent out one of the apartments near the barge, we're just goin' to have to hope that I can jump that far. What do you think?"


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel sighed, taking off the armor he'd started putting on. He doubted anyone could jump 900 meters and survive unassisted, and if they missed their target they'd have a long time to reflect on their poor decision before hitting the ground. Then, Mikkel remembered how one of his targets evaded him back on Coruscant.

"What about a wingsuit? Jump off the roof of a building and glide all the way to the ship," Mikkel said, smiling. "You'd even be able to use it to escape the barge, gliding a few kilometers until you hit the ground."

That seemed simple enough, and without much room for error. If he missed the barge on his first pass, he could simply try again. "As for the apartment idea, I'm up for renting one. I'll need an enclosed space to provide overwatch, after all. All I need is an open-able window."

 

[Tyro'din]

"Right, it settled then. I'll leave by wingsuit, which I'll wear under one of my old tunics, you will snipe from a rented apartment." Turning, after closing the windows, he went to sit down once again and finished his drink. "Now, go, go. I've got computer work to do. Go canvas the area and find a someone who'll hide you for those two days we're going to go to ground. Go, go." Jumping up he ran into the next room, to slice into an apartment buildings and rent a room with out paying for it or an official record of who rented the room from being made as well as to create a dataspike to knock out security cameras. "Meet me back here in two days." HE shouted back over his shoulder.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel watched [member="Tyro'din"] leave the room and smiled. Putting his shadowcloak back on, Mikkel left the apartment and headed out to the apartments near the harbor. Finding a suitable building with a view of the barge at a 45 degree angle, he went inside and requested to speak with the manager of the building. Looking like a high profile customer, the manager called Mikkel into his office, where they could talk in private.

Using his Umbaran ability of persuasion, Mikkel had no trouble manipulating the manager. "I need a harbor view apartment with a balcony, preferably top floor. Name your price, and I'm sure we can negotiate it down to something more reasonabe," Mikkel stated. After about ten minutes of persuasion, he was able to rent the apartment at a fraction of its listed price, without having to give so much as a name. It's surprisingly easy to manipulate people these days Mikkel thought as he stepped into the elevator. Now all he has to do is wait.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyr'din sat in front of a computer terminal, packets of food and bottles of alcohol stacked on the side. On the screen in front of him line after line of code was flowing across the screen. He stared at the screen with sleep deprived and aching eyes. Two minuets later he sat back and cracked his knuckled and removed a device from the terminal, "Dataspike done." He muttered in satisfaction, cracking his neck. Getting up, pocketing the dataspike, swiping a the half-full bottle of vodka and took a swig of it. Stepping into the next room, he sat down and slid the dataspike across the table to the Umbaran waiting for him, "Use that when you ready and it will place all security cameras in the area on a 1 minuet loop, this means that we will have to wait a minuet before we make any moves, as such you are to send me a signal through my ear piece when you start the spike. Now," he reached down to pick up a datapad, one of the many scattered around the table, "What apartment did you get? I need to edit your name and corrupt the video files. After this I'm gonna go crash, then we can begin."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel took the data spike and gave the address and apartment number to [member="Tyro'din"]. "Don't worry about my name, I never gave one. May need to eliminate the manager, though. He saw my face," Mikkel said. "I'm also gonna talk to my arms dealer about picking up some firebombs to rig in the apartment after I'm done with it."

Walking over to the bar, Mikkel poured himself a drink and downed it quick. He didn't like the idea of killing a man he manipulated, it adds insult to injury. Nevertheless, he'll do what he needs to in order for the mission to succeed.

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Mikkel returned to Tyro'din's apartment after buying the firebombs. The Bothan seems to have just awoken from his rest.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din could almost feel that Mikkel didn't want to kill the manager, for whatever reasons. As such, after he had corrupted the video files, he placed a call.

"Its Tyro'din"

"..."

"Yeah. Its good to hear from you to."

"..."

"Listen, I'm cashing in the favour you owe me..."

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Tyro'din was sat back in his chair after his rest, sipping another drink, when Mikkel walked in with firebombs. "You might want to save them, or use them on this op. I called in an old favour. The manager is being pressured to move his family and himself to the other side of the moon and to make a new life."

Standing up, Tyro'din showed what he was dressed in. He was wearing his regular outfit, but beneath the tunic was a wingsuit. "Come on," he said, waking up to Mikkel, "Lets get to work." As he walked bast the Umbaran, he clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Get to your post, I'll get to mine."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel smiled as [member="Tyro'din"] walked past. He picked up rifle briefcase and bag, and headed over to the apartment. Putting on his tactical armor, he contacted Tyro'din over the communicator. "In position, setting up my rifle as we speak," Markov said, opening the briefcase. "Let me know when you want me to engage the dataspike."

Having the rifle assembled, Mikkel moved a table in the room about 5 feet from the balcony door and pulled up a chair. Opening the balcony door, the noise of the city filled the room. Awaiting the response from Tyro'din, Mikkel took the time to locate and tag all the guards on the barge with the HUD in his helmet.

 

[Tyro'din]

"Engage dataspike." Two minuets later Tyro'din ran forwards and jumped out of the apartment he was in. After a few seconds of flight he slammed into the side of the barge and slammed his virboknives into the hull while engaging the magnetic systems of his outfit to stick to the side. Slowly he made his way up the barge, making sure to move slowly and carefully.

"Take the shots when ready. Confirmation of kills necessary." He said when he was 2 meters from the lip of the barge. When the confirmation came he slowly pulled himself up and over before chucking the bodies over the side. Taking a moment to focus he changed his body language to something he hadn't used in a long time, to someone of high standing. Slowly and surely he mingled into the throng of people, making his way towards Trussk. Picking up a glass of champaign he injected a vial into he server, knocking them out. Dragging the body of to the side he stripped of the tux jacket and bottoms and pulled them over the top of his clothes. Picking up a tray he tipped a different vial, this one containing a orderless and colourless liquid designed to disorientate those that ingest it, into the drinks and approached the target and his guards, shifting his body language again as he did so, hunching up.

"Drink, sirs?" He offered up with a meek voice, before scampering away as soon as all glasses were taken. Stepping of to the side again, next to the unconscious server, he removed the stolen clothes and dropped them on top of the body.

"Mikkel, when your ready take the shot. After this, go to ground. Meet at my residence in two days. Good luck, brother." That was the last thing he sent over the comm before taking it out, holding it up and throwing it over his shoulder. It was soon followed by his tunic after he drew the knife - coated in a lethal poison - hidden inside of it. He then made his way towards the target again, this time with the intent to kill.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel watched as [member="Tyro'din"] drew his knife and began to approach Trussk. Before going around any corner, Tyro'din waited for Mikkel to give the clear.

"Two guards, waiting for shot...shot one...shot two...one guard around the corner...not anymore," Mikkel said over the comms as he fired slug after slug into Trussk's guards. "All clear, your turn," Mikkel said as the last guard slumped to the ground, not 5 meters behind Trussk himself. His job done, Mikkel disassembled the rifle, policed the shells, and rigged the room to explode next time someone opened the door. Taking off his helmet, Mikkel put his shadowcloak over his armor and went into hiding.

 

[Tyro'din]

As tyro'din advanced on the target he saw the guards drop one by one, not hearing Mikkel's count due to his lack of comm unit. When people first noticed the dead bodies there was chaos on the deck but the bothan used his strength to force his way through. When he reached Trussk, the kaleesh had only just realised what was happening due to his dragged state but before he could do anything Tyro'din launched forwards to drive the knife through his ribs and into the heart. "See you in the afterlife." He muttered before dropping the body and sprinting to the side of the barge, knife still in his hand, and jumped. As he fell he opened the flight suit and glided towards a low building, dropping the knife into an open ventilation fan as he went. Landing he shed the flightsuit and let it fall off the building. Running for the stairs he grabbed a green jacket he had stashed there and ran out into the streets.

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The next day Tyro'din was sat in a cantina and casino an old friend of his owned, he had stayed there the night before and planned to do so again. His fur, usually straight and cared for was matted and dirty any eye patch was covering the empty eye socket he usually left uncovered. He was waiting for an informant who owed him a favour to approach someone else who owed a friend a favour to inform that person of the situation after Trussk's death. He was there to oversee and overhear the proceedings.

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A few hours later, Tyro'din sat in his room counting his winning from the casino, still smug over the fact that there were rumours on the street over who did the dead that killed Trussk and that all of them were no where near the truth. It would be safe to return to his residence the next day.

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Now sitting in his chair, sipping a drink, Tyro'din sat waiting for his partner, [member="Mikkel Markov"], to return so that they could plan out the next stage of the plan.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel entered the apartment, yawning, and slung his pack next to the door. Taking off his shadowcloak, he slumped down into the chair opposite [member="Tyro'din"], exhausted. There wasn't any trouble hiding for the two days, but Mikkel needs to learn some moderation when partying at cantinas, he hadn't slept in over a day.

"Word got out about the assassination, most of Trussk's peons are having a power struggle over who's next to take over," Mikkel said, yawning. "Shouldn't be a problem inserting our man."

Mikkel took a pill out of his pocket and swallowed it, regaining a bit of energy.

 

[Tyro'din]

"I know. I've been thinking it over and I'm struggling to come up with a plan." Tyro'din admitted with a quiet sigh, sipping his drink through out his admission. "Any ideas, Mikkel?" Tyro'din eventually asked.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

"You know this world better than I do," Mikkel replied. "Does your man have a following of his own?" Mikkel wasn't too sure how the whole crime syndicate thing worked, he hadn't worked for one exclusively for long enough to figure that out.

[member="Tyro'din"]