Domino
Warden of the Ice
Swamprat, meet trap. Domino may have been unaware of the false propaganda spread around by the Ravens. Their claims of slave mines, brutality, and kidnapping were false. Droids worked the mines, and her two prisoners were taken after they'd attacked the Sun's holo-net and bombed a nightclub, on a Republic held world no less. But all the righteous indignation and fury Lysle had fabricated meant little to the Twi'lek Vigo, he'd taken the bait in a spectacular way.
In the lowest level of the prison the holographic image of Domino nodded to the Warden. "Right, time to release the gas I think, no reason to risk a riot now." Relieved at finally being allowed to fight back, the Warden activated an alarm and three short buzzes sounded throughout the prison in three repeated series, the sign for guards to seal their helmets before a powerful sleep agent was released into the vents to flood the prison. Clear and odorless, inmates had no hint at what was coming before they began to collapse in their cells and hallways. No inch of the facility was spared, not even the command center or utility areas. "Outer defenses next," the cool image of Domino commanded. "We've drawn them in far enough."
Outside in the dusty, crater-pocked, plains one of the Raven dropships touched down and promptly exploded. A buried mine field had claimed its first victim. More explosions quickly followed as the mines were triggered, destroying ships, vehicles, and thugs alike. That's when heavy repeaters opened up from reinforced bunkers surrounding the prison and embedded into its walls. AA towers rose up from the courtyard and began thinning the line of reinforcements landing. There was a reason you didn't attack a fortified position head on, and Domino meant to make that a costly lesson for the Ravens. Oh they'd likely still manage to 'rescue' their friends, but their allies would look at the death toll and wonder if the two had been worth it.
"Time until target?" Another hologram of Domino asked her Admiral on the command bridge of The Wandering Saint, an Apollyn-Class Command Carrier on its way to spread the good message. "Eight hours Madam," was the Admiral's reply. "Am I correct in assuming they've reached Kessel?"
"They have, and that puts them well beyond interception time on your fleet. Whatever they've left is likely negligible to your mission or scattered to their operations." With that Domino cut the connection to the expeditionary force and turned her attention to a third holo-communication. The bills these would be racking up would have been enough to feed a small family for a year, luckily Domino didn't charge herself.
In the lowest level of the prison the holographic image of Domino nodded to the Warden. "Right, time to release the gas I think, no reason to risk a riot now." Relieved at finally being allowed to fight back, the Warden activated an alarm and three short buzzes sounded throughout the prison in three repeated series, the sign for guards to seal their helmets before a powerful sleep agent was released into the vents to flood the prison. Clear and odorless, inmates had no hint at what was coming before they began to collapse in their cells and hallways. No inch of the facility was spared, not even the command center or utility areas. "Outer defenses next," the cool image of Domino commanded. "We've drawn them in far enough."
Outside in the dusty, crater-pocked, plains one of the Raven dropships touched down and promptly exploded. A buried mine field had claimed its first victim. More explosions quickly followed as the mines were triggered, destroying ships, vehicles, and thugs alike. That's when heavy repeaters opened up from reinforced bunkers surrounding the prison and embedded into its walls. AA towers rose up from the courtyard and began thinning the line of reinforcements landing. There was a reason you didn't attack a fortified position head on, and Domino meant to make that a costly lesson for the Ravens. Oh they'd likely still manage to 'rescue' their friends, but their allies would look at the death toll and wonder if the two had been worth it.
"Time until target?" Another hologram of Domino asked her Admiral on the command bridge of The Wandering Saint, an Apollyn-Class Command Carrier on its way to spread the good message. "Eight hours Madam," was the Admiral's reply. "Am I correct in assuming they've reached Kessel?"
"They have, and that puts them well beyond interception time on your fleet. Whatever they've left is likely negligible to your mission or scattered to their operations." With that Domino cut the connection to the expeditionary force and turned her attention to a third holo-communication. The bills these would be racking up would have been enough to feed a small family for a year, luckily Domino didn't charge herself.
