A Prison in Flames

[Sibar Laval]

Sibar sat quietly staring at the wall of his prison cell. For years he had been stuck in an Alliance in Exile military prison due to a failed mission for his squad. The mission's failure led to the death of the entire squad besides Sibar, who was kept prisoner due to his high ranking status in the First Order. Sibar let out a soft grunt of pain, grabbing his side as he did. The guards of the prison were rather fair for the place that they were in and were honestly the people Sibar hated the least here. The other prisoners though, they could be rather aggressive towards Sibar. While of the other prisoners were from the First Order, many were from different factions, some of which greatly disliking the FO. Just a couple days ago Sibar had received a rather brutal beating from a group of one of these factions. Luckily nothing was seriously damaged but he could still feel the pain of it occasionally. Sibar was still surprisingly hopeful that he would eventually get out despite all the time he had spent in the prison strangely enough. Sibar never once lost faith that the First Order would eventually come break him out, all he had to do was be patient.

[member="Val Kordova"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Isobel Nakano"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Luther Ando - Intelligence Officer, Operator.
Location: Nearby Hill, Disguised FOB.
Team: Ike Parker - Sniper | Sadie Baxter - Extraction.

[member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Isobel Nakano"]

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“Patrols go by every two minutes, staggered” Ike said, his deep voice emanating from the comms unit. “I can only see half the compound”. Luther raised a finger, silencing the agent in front of him, and snatched up the receiver. “Doesn’t sound viable, keep moving around until you have a good vantage point”. Luther put the device back in its cradle and motioned the agent to continue.

“Targets are spread all over the compound” the woman said, reading from a report in her hand. “But most of the HVTs, including Laval, are located in E block”. Luther nodded, taking the report before dismissing the agent. His team had set up camp on one of the nearby hills, far enough anyway to as not to alert the base but close enough to make him sweat. His duty as Overwatch was clear at least. Keep tabs on the agents infiltrating the prison, provide sniper support if need be and, finally, extraction.

Setting up in the hills had been a logistical nightmare, however. Patrols from the prison were jumpy, even more than you would expect. Twice now they had almost been compromised, now his teams were choosing caution over speed. They had taken painstaking efforts to hide the comms equipment, using a combination of cloaking technology and old-fashioned camouflage. But once everything was under control, it had started to rain.

Luther sat, wet and miserable, as he waited for the reports to come in. The FOB was cleverly disguised from above as foliage underneath a rocky outcropping, but that meant that it was very cramped. To make things worse, successful camouflage did not equal waterproofing and Luther had been dumped with a cascade of water from the flimsy canvas.

The comms crackled to life and Luther snatched it up again. “Give me some good news, Parker” he said, not bothering to keep the frustration out of his voice. “I’ve found a good spot” came the reply, barely above a whisper. “Nice elevation and good view of the compound, but I’ve had to get closer than I like because of the rain”. Luther let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “Excellent work. Keep this channel open, more orders will follow shortly”. He rose from his stool and moved through the claustrophobic tent.

His team was ready, all he needed to know was the status of the other groups.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Like [member="Luther Ando"], the half-Atrisian secret agent was wet and miserable, with her bright pink hair plastered to her head and neck and her hideous prison jumpsuit funneled the rainwater down her spine and created an unpleasant 'river in the valley' scenario further south. It was recreation and Isobel -- or rather, Coyote Brinn as her prison inmate file and identification labeled her -- was in the yard, walking in a loop with her fellow murderers, robbers, and sex maniacs. She was there for support this time; other First Order Security Bureau people would be the main heroes if things went according to the plan. Her role was to create a distraction so that the HVT could be extracted.

Most of the people there were medicated -- either through the prison's medical center or through the illicit drug trade that thrived there -- so Isobel wasn't exactly out of place being seen to talk to herself. "Lotus in position," she murmured, her voice transmitting to [member="Luther Ando"] and [member="Val Kordova"] over the secure channel. "Give the word and we'll light this place up."

@Sibar Lival​