Geneviève Lasedri
Fascists hate her!
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Location: Westwater, en route to the resort
Objective: Get this party started
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
The final YT-2400 freighter touched down on the dusty pad on the outskirts of Westwater, Makeb, its occupants including one of the galaxy's most wanted: the Benefactor herself. She wanted this job done, and she wanted it done right.
Several other freighters had arrived on the developing world in the past weeks, bringing in disguised Rebel Marines to assimilate with the citizenry in preparation for this very day. No one had really taken much notice, as the infiltration had been gradual and--to be honest--the Ravens were a little more lenient with smugglers, being a rather criminal faction and all. Still, they had needed a little clearance in order to even get into Red Raven space and had procured such authorization from an inside source that came in blond color.
Westwater was not too populated and would be easy to circumnavigate without arousing suspicion. It was also not too far removed from the local resort, its confines reportedly housing the bluest of the supposedly Red Birds himself--[member=Cryax Bane"]. With a couple squads of commandos surrounding her, the Rebel Alliance's secret leader stepped down the boarding ramp and out into the barren outskirts of the town, her soon-to-be-infamous black trenchcoat flapping over her equally black Bactarma and raven-colored hair dancing in the dry breeze that rushed over the newly-arrived Rebels' faces like sandpaper. The Rebel Marines were also clad in Bactarma suits and armed with the standard weaponry--either the SXB-1 Scrubbers or the Rebel Maulers.
A good bit of time had passed since the Rebel Alliance had last made significant waves, their operations mostly revolving around acquiring supporters on neutral worlds and obtaining control over some of the most strategic and far-reaching Holonet broadcast towers in the galaxy. But their mission still ultimately valued the destruction of the repressive, militantly expansionist nations. Thus, the Council of Generals had elected to open war at Makeb--the crossroads of the Red Raven criminal empire, which extended in spokes from this world at the outer edge of the galactic disc. Destabilizing a critical joint in the union could be devastating to the Ravens.
"This is Matchbox," Lasedri called over the encrypted comm channel. "Give 'em hell."
Location: Westwater, en route to the resort
Objective: Get this party started
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
The final YT-2400 freighter touched down on the dusty pad on the outskirts of Westwater, Makeb, its occupants including one of the galaxy's most wanted: the Benefactor herself. She wanted this job done, and she wanted it done right.
Several other freighters had arrived on the developing world in the past weeks, bringing in disguised Rebel Marines to assimilate with the citizenry in preparation for this very day. No one had really taken much notice, as the infiltration had been gradual and--to be honest--the Ravens were a little more lenient with smugglers, being a rather criminal faction and all. Still, they had needed a little clearance in order to even get into Red Raven space and had procured such authorization from an inside source that came in blond color.
Westwater was not too populated and would be easy to circumnavigate without arousing suspicion. It was also not too far removed from the local resort, its confines reportedly housing the bluest of the supposedly Red Birds himself--[member=Cryax Bane"]. With a couple squads of commandos surrounding her, the Rebel Alliance's secret leader stepped down the boarding ramp and out into the barren outskirts of the town, her soon-to-be-infamous black trenchcoat flapping over her equally black Bactarma and raven-colored hair dancing in the dry breeze that rushed over the newly-arrived Rebels' faces like sandpaper. The Rebel Marines were also clad in Bactarma suits and armed with the standard weaponry--either the SXB-1 Scrubbers or the Rebel Maulers.
A good bit of time had passed since the Rebel Alliance had last made significant waves, their operations mostly revolving around acquiring supporters on neutral worlds and obtaining control over some of the most strategic and far-reaching Holonet broadcast towers in the galaxy. But their mission still ultimately valued the destruction of the repressive, militantly expansionist nations. Thus, the Council of Generals had elected to open war at Makeb--the crossroads of the Red Raven criminal empire, which extended in spokes from this world at the outer edge of the galactic disc. Destabilizing a critical joint in the union could be devastating to the Ravens.
"This is Matchbox," Lasedri called over the encrypted comm channel. "Give 'em hell."