Assassination at its Finest

[Harlon Khorde]

Spoiler

Location: The neutral world of Altir
Objective: Learn assassination
Guidelines: The desert world of Altir is ruled by the secret police known as Stalkers. The Stalkers have clashed with rebel groups in the past. Learn the Stalkers' arts, attempt to eliminate the rebel presence, and help secure a welcoming climate for our eventual dominion and the creation of our Unknown Regions hyperlane.

- ALTIR -
Atmosphere
[member="Inger Strömfire"]

"We're expecting you to arrive in five minutes." The Stalkers had seen troubles in the past, but that time it was nothing like what problems they usually had. Rebel groups -- a piece of cake. A rebel underground nation was something a bit more difficult. In order to keep the planet of Altir safe and provide the Fringe Confederacy an easier dominion over the planet in the future, Harlon had decided to take the job of helping the Stalkers at their work.

But of course, not without a helping hand.

"Miss Strömfire," Harlon told the companion through his commlink, "do you hear me?"

His stupidity was something wonderfully miraculous and that's why he never dared to go on an adventure alone. He wasn't that dumb to underestimate his own capabilities, so before any mission, he made sure he wouldn't leave without a smart person along with him. He had actually never worked with Inger before so he didn't know what to expect, but something inside him told him it was a good decision to choose her.

And if it turned out not to be a smart move, they'd get back to Annaj. Simple, right?

 

[Inger Strömfire]

Having her skins and furs back on this wasn't a business or social trip. Nope this mission was to call on her other natural develop skill this bring a curve to her own full lips of her. In her training being trained to know when to use those skills went to use the diplomacy that she had been taught over many many business trips with her master and his son.

In a way she sometimes wanted to go back to that simple life with her gods. Neither that was possible any more. To push forward for her own personal self what about. To belong to a group of warriors that not always used their brozens but there brains to twist, conive among others things to get a head for themselves.

Hearing her partner in this mission come over the commlink. Knowing very little about this one being of the business minded always going in with as much knowledge as one could get to know what one must face.

"Yes, this one hears you loud and clear." , as she keep it short and to the point. Going back sharpening the tip of her bows very sharp.

[member="Harlon Khorde"]

 

[Harlon Khorde]

[member="Inger Strömfire"]

"Alright," Harlon said after hearing the confirmation from the woman. "The Stalkers are waiting for us to get there in five minutes. Do you think we can get there that quick?"

The man truly had no idea of where the woman was. He didn't worry about himself, he was in the atmosphere of the planet and would get to the headquarters of the police force rather quick. But they were expecting both of them to get there at the right time.

And things were already getting serious. The rebels were nothing like a bunch of dumb gungans who would be no match for the powerful Stalkers. They were dangerous, had skills good enough to take over the whole planet at once. And that was already a bad thing for the whole Fringe Confederacy. They wanted to gain power over the planet, but without the right leadership, that was rather difficult.

 

[Inger Strömfire]

Letting the door slide open before walking into the cockpit. "Well, it all depends on your flying.", giving a little chuckle. It wasn't like she had keep it a secret that this one can't fly worth gods lives. Giving him a pat on the shoulder. As she sat down giving herself time to bucket up. "Now if you don't lets get there on time.", as she just giving him one of her own nods.

Not that she tried to not be sociable. It just seem that there something really off with this one. Even the food that he had on board or latch of it. Seeming to her that needed to have herself keen wits about her on this mission. Mind wandering to all the possibilities that could go on down there. Keeping those to herself for now. At less until they got landed in one piece.

"Piece of cake when we get down there right????", more of her own nervous about the mission at hand then anything.

[member="Harlon Khorde"]