Myles Davorak
Soldier of Fortune
A few days had passed since Myles got acquainted with his new office space. The information he requested on recent attacks were laying before him on his new desk. He had just about everything he needed.
He was tasked by Queen [member="Faith Organa"] to find out who the insurgents were, who they were working for and who was funding them. He would instill the same counter-terrorism tactics here that he used on Naboo. The most recent attack was on a nerf farm a couple miles away. The first thing he learned in Tactics was that to properly conduct an op, one must lay plans.
Deceiving the enemy would be the main driving point. He would have to think and act like a terrorist in order to find them. He would have to pay a visit to this nerf farm, find what he could and scout further. The attacks were randomized and located sparsely away from one another....No pattern, no motive...just to instill fear in the Queen and her people.
No doubt the insurgents were being funded but they would also be laying low...out in the wilds perhaps. He would possibly have to call up an old contact to help point him in the right direction.
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Myles took a speeder bike out of the Palace grounds and headed to the nerf farm. When he arrived the farmhouse was burned to the ground, the fields were razed. Some nerf lay dead in the fields, others were located elsewhere in the distance almost seeming to stay away from the violence of the scene.
He examined the scorch marks around the homestead, the largest concentration of charred soil was surrounding the farmhouse. No doubt the house was set on fire first....to scatter the residents...or kill them
He went inside the once-was house and examined the architecture and the materials that would have been used to construct a beautiful home. He walked through the bottom floor of the house and hear a loud CRUNCH
Myles looked down and he had appeared to step on glass. There were other shards of the material lying near his feet with a torn rag buried beneath small rubble.
A firebomb. of course, easy to make, hard to beat
Anyone could make a firebomb, although this didn't narrow down who the insurgents were, it gave him an idea. Sure they may be funded, but with proper amount of funding they would have higher-grade materiel to work with. He left the farmhouse and went to a nearby nerf that lay dead.
He examined the blaster scorch that resided itself on the torso of the creature. Not a big hole but was precise. Not a disruptor weapon, and not an ion blaster. The entry wound resembled that of a military-grade blaster pistol. Even though it could be military-grade, blaster pistols of that quality aren't terribly expensive.
Whoever is funding them sure wants to make sure others can't figure it out.
He made mental note of this info, perhaps he would extend his search further out, find signs of possible transportation at least.
He was tasked by Queen [member="Faith Organa"] to find out who the insurgents were, who they were working for and who was funding them. He would instill the same counter-terrorism tactics here that he used on Naboo. The most recent attack was on a nerf farm a couple miles away. The first thing he learned in Tactics was that to properly conduct an op, one must lay plans.
Deceiving the enemy would be the main driving point. He would have to think and act like a terrorist in order to find them. He would have to pay a visit to this nerf farm, find what he could and scout further. The attacks were randomized and located sparsely away from one another....No pattern, no motive...just to instill fear in the Queen and her people.
No doubt the insurgents were being funded but they would also be laying low...out in the wilds perhaps. He would possibly have to call up an old contact to help point him in the right direction.
--------------------OUTSIDE PALACE GROUNDS------------------------------------
Myles took a speeder bike out of the Palace grounds and headed to the nerf farm. When he arrived the farmhouse was burned to the ground, the fields were razed. Some nerf lay dead in the fields, others were located elsewhere in the distance almost seeming to stay away from the violence of the scene.
He examined the scorch marks around the homestead, the largest concentration of charred soil was surrounding the farmhouse. No doubt the house was set on fire first....to scatter the residents...or kill them
He went inside the once-was house and examined the architecture and the materials that would have been used to construct a beautiful home. He walked through the bottom floor of the house and hear a loud CRUNCH
Myles looked down and he had appeared to step on glass. There were other shards of the material lying near his feet with a torn rag buried beneath small rubble.
A firebomb. of course, easy to make, hard to beat
Anyone could make a firebomb, although this didn't narrow down who the insurgents were, it gave him an idea. Sure they may be funded, but with proper amount of funding they would have higher-grade materiel to work with. He left the farmhouse and went to a nearby nerf that lay dead.
He examined the blaster scorch that resided itself on the torso of the creature. Not a big hole but was precise. Not a disruptor weapon, and not an ion blaster. The entry wound resembled that of a military-grade blaster pistol. Even though it could be military-grade, blaster pistols of that quality aren't terribly expensive.
Whoever is funding them sure wants to make sure others can't figure it out.
He made mental note of this info, perhaps he would extend his search further out, find signs of possible transportation at least.
