A load of Hot Air

[Bellek Eronoss]

Location: Dwi'lar, Kothlis System
Time: 06:03am


Bellek kept very quiet, wearing the disguise of any technician working at the facility. Peering out one of the windows, he spied the scene. A large complex of various platforms that housed refineries, labs, security stations, you name it. And one of them had to hold the brig. He'd been hired to rescue a defector, and that's what he would do. He tapped away on a datapad randomly, not actually doing anything with it, his weapons and equipment hidden underneath the techician's jacket. He idly walked down the corridors as he started moving between platforms; he had some kind of cover story going in his head, but he wasn't really sure it was going to work. He was stopped, a Stormtrooper staring him in the eyes from behind his helmet.

Bellek answered almost immediately as he started talking. "Anolo Creel. I'm with the Logistics Corps, I need to know where we're sending extra food." He continued to type on the datapad as he stared at the trooper, who simply sighed and waved him on, obviously not wanting to deal with all of that. As he continued around the outside of one of the floating platforms, leaning on the railing, he spied over towards the others, trying to pick them out. One of them had to be the security station that had cameras on it, right? Couldn't be that hard to find. He had to keep this quiet, though. With luck, he could get in and out without incident. He quietly admonished himself as he thought that, verbally correcting it. "Come on. You don't believe in luck." He wasn't sure where Ctharic had decided to land, but he hadn't heard anything in his communicator yet; probably wasn't set in just yet, wherever he was.

[member="Ctharic"]
[member="Luyioth Dakwin"]
[member="DT-2417"]
[member="Arix Valen"]

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Imperial Military and Research Facility, Dwi'lar, Kothlis System.​

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[ [member="Bellek Eronoss"] | [member="DT-2417"] ]​

"All sections are accounted for and either on schedule or being addressed now, Inquisitor." The voice, a fairly plain males voice coming from a young and crisp man with the rank insignia of an officer cadet, reached across the room to the robed woman. Luyioth turned her head to face the man; his two blue eyes, beady yet dull, reminded her that he was actually a clone. Within her own mind, she mused on their similarities: they were both here for their trials, to learn their disciplines and progress towards full membership of their respective orders, yet they were so different from one another; yet, as these thoughts occurred to her, she spoke out loud.
"The issue in lab 24-A is being addressed by..?" she asked, idly folding her arms over one another.
"By Sergeant Major 7914 and his retinue, Inquisitor. He's forecasted that the team shoud be back on schedule within 6 hours." the officer cadet answered. The Inquisitor offered a satisfied nod, prompting the cadet to return to his station; Sergeant Major 7914 would do well, even if he was a bit heavy-handed - he sometimes forgot that many of these men and women were anything but stormtroopers.

With everything in order, Luyioth turned towards the great glass overlook, giving her a view of almost the entire facility from above. No matter how long she looked, the terrain of Dwi'lar's moon seemed so indifferent; yet, looking at the buildings reminded her of the present, that the director should be back from his meeting shortly to take over once again. Quietly, staring out into space, she waited for his return. By all accounts, yet another day would pass aboard this eventless corner of Imperial territory. A welcome change of pace from war, she reminded herself, albeit unsure of how much she believed it.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Dwi'lar
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Escort and protect the VIP.

The control room, the hub of control which ran the entire facility.

Pestilence had arrived with the Inquisitor earlier that day, the 13 black clad Death Troopers acting as nothing more as simple escort to the member of the Inquisitorius. A simple task to many, though to DT-2417 and his men, as vitally important as any combat role. Heads turned as the near-parade like unison of the Death Troopers followed behind Dakwin, all the way to their destination.

Hours had passed since then and Pestilence hadn't faltered one bit. Stood around the control room in their various positions, only the Captain remained at the side of the Inquisitor. Reports from the officer cadet suggested everything was going ahead as planned or was being addressed. Efficient, though DT-2417 had no doubt; the Empire expected high efficiency across the board and punishment would be brought upon those who disrupted or did not follow the standard expectations of Imperial doctrine. Such as life in the Empire, a fact that was burnt into every child's mind as they grew up, only to be held over their heads when they came of age. Ruthless yet the results spoke for themselves. History had proven that and continued to prove it to this very day.

No words came from Pestilence as a whole, there was no need for it.

They were playing the waiting game.

[member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="Bellek Eronoss"]