Confiscating Phrikite

[cheshire_kitty]

Location: Gromas 16

Konrad only travelled to a place like Gromas 16 for one reason – phrikite, a highly sought after metallic element with lightsaber resistant properties. After all, what better place was there to obtain some from than a location where the mines were aplenty?

Earlier, it had come to his attention that some raiders had set up camp on one of the old mines on Gromas 16 and started an operation there. As a member of the One Sith it was his responsibility to ‘confiscate’ the phrikite extracted by raiders and ensure it wasn’t used against his allies.

In order to know the right time to execute this operation, Konrad had hired a private contractor and paid him more than the raiders could afford to infiltrate and inform him when a good amount of phrikite was ready. The fruit was now ripe for the picking. Konrad smirked as he quietly thanked the raiders for their hard work as he laid in wait for the right moment to attack.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

Edit: Changed rebels to raiders

 

[Rapax]

Location: Gromas 16

Rapax had wanted Phrik for many reasons...it can be used for weapons and armor and other material's and objects either way the more phrik the better. He heard that dark troopers where involved...a very interesting opponent indeed. He waited on the outskirts of the mine until he could strike...first he needed a distraction and waited for his time to strike.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

Isamu was a man numb to the touch of the force. In a galaxy with those who may as well be gods, Isamu was but a mere man. Despite facing such enemies, he did not resign himself to being weaker. To effectively fight them, he learned their ways. From Darth Phyrrus, he learned the ability to wield their most iconic weapon: the lightsaber. He was a beginner in the form of Shii-Cho, and continued to keep learning. However, the reality was that he would never be able to wield the weapon as effectively as the force users could. As such, he set out to design a new weapon. One with the strength of a lightsaber, but the ability to be wielded by one deaf to the force. The weapon would be useless against other Lightsabers, if not for one material: Phrikit.

To gather the material, Isamu had gathered a small task force. It was comprised of himself, a few soldiers, two Sith, and a hired gun from the Hutt Cartel. Their target was a formerly abandoned mining operation, now reactivated by a band of raiders. A full frontal assault on the operation would not be wise, at this time. Isamu and the group waited patiently, biding their time until the opportunity to attack presented itself.

 

[Bsssk]

Location: At the rear of the group.
Mission: Earn his Keep.

The hulking great form of the trandoshan stood at rear, the merc’s teeth clicked together, even heard through the armor they were that big. Dark green matrix commando armor, its helmet and visor tracking any movement ahead, the readout flicked into view to show possible threats. The armor did nothing to make him any less of a target but like most of FFE’s senior personnel he carried a personal Echani shield generator, and a powered down reserve on the back to make sure those firing had to work for it. Reportedly FFE had other prototype shields in the works, that could change everything.

Cool and professional, today he’d be keeping a new score card, how many rats could he shoot in a barrel, or rather an abandoned mine. Bsssk adjusted the icebeaker carbonite rifle in his hands for a medium range, one of four FFE specialty weapons on his large bulk, one on his back and two on his hips. The FFE Enforcer worked for anyone he was paid to work for, not much caring about anything but credits, today this mine was worth a lot, and [member="Goros the Hutt"] would be lining his pockets for bringing home his share.

“What’ssss the plan sssss.” He asked, clawed feet scratching the inside of his armored bulk.

[member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]​

 

[cheshire_kitty]

It was not in Konrad's character to hire muscle; however, Bsssk had past dealings with these raiders so, if something was to go wrong, Bsssk would be a great asset to aid in the completion of the mission.

Konrad turned to General Baelor, his superior. Although he was only 40 years old, he looked many years beyond it, aged by stress and the tragedy he has witnessed on the battlefields.

"General Baelor, this is Bsssk,” Konrad gestured to the trandoshan man. “He is a member of the Hutt Cartel and had encounters with these raiders before. Should our plan fail, I believe he would be a great asset due to his experience with them.”

[member="Bsssk"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Isamu groaned under his breath. He held no respect for The Hutt Cartel. They were scum. They had no concepts of duty, or loyalty. They were motivated by one goal, and one goal only: Selfishness. Were this a normal situation, Isamu would not work with them. He held a deep disdain for that type of scum. He would have rather relied on his own troops, but the Night Lords were on assignment. The Trandoshan would have to do.

“The informant has supplied as a map of the installation.” Isamu said, as he reached into his pocket and retrieved it. The holo-map lit up with a faint blue glow, projecting an image of the complex in its entirety. "You should all have a copy." He said, before continuing with the plan. “We neutralize the guards at the entrance, move through this section of the complex, and grab the Phrik located here.” Isamu said, pointing at each relevant part of the map. “Once we have it, we evac immediately.”

Isamu looked up from the map, and addressed all those around him. “We go in quiet." Isamu said. He turned and looked directly at the Trandoshan. “That goes for you too. I don’t want our location compromised because of an overactive trigger finger.” Isamu said to the Cartel muscle.

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Bsssk"] |[member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Bsssk]

"As you wish'sssss," there was a hiss from the large trandoshan's helmet, he loved to say he was a professional but that was balanced by his own race’s hyperaggressive sense of the word. Bsssk was scum but he was reliable scum, you paid him then you forgot about it, in this case his tab was paid by his own company. The first tentative steps for FFE to be working with the One Sith, Goros had given him his orders in no uncertain terms, they all come back happy, or Bsssk doesn’t come back. Sadly he could not know of his employer's decision to wipe out all the old hutt LT’s that work for him, and replace them with sith….

“Looking at ssss about two dozen gun’ssss more on the ground, s’ssssome fixed positions on the second level.” His knowledge of this group extended to that, and the data was probably accurate, roughly anyway. “They used to have guard'ssss here, and here.” His bulky armored hands did their best to indicate threats.

Taking a look at Isamu’s map, the trandoshan wasn’t a tactical genius but he’d done his fair share of raids by this point. His claws rapped against his armor, the large meaty grip on the weapon, and the cold look in his eyes was always there, but he'd play nice. He was getting paid by Goros a fat credit stick for this phrik, so he didn't really care how it went down, only that he got out with their share of the prize. After all it was all going towards OS armor now, with the hutts collapsing into infighting.

[member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]​

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Konrad nodded upon hearing General Baelor's plan. It was about time for them to start their mission to confiscate phrik from the raiders.

Looking around, Konrad spotted two raiders standing guard at the entrance to keep undesirables, Iike themselves, out. Darth Rapax however, was no where to be seen.

Konrad turned to General Baelor. "General, shall we begin by first stealthily killing the raiders at the entrance before we proceed further?" Konrad had already begun closing the distance between him and the raider who stood guard on the left.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Bsssk"] (?)

OOC: Rapax had too much to keep track of so, he left.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Isamu was as a hunter in the night. His foot steps were soft, each taken with the lightest of care. His breath was slow, and calmed. He stuck to the shadows, and removed himself from sight. The guard was an amateur, and it showed. He seemed less interested in surveying the area, and more so in day-dreaming. Isamu reached for his knife, and carefully removed it from its holster. he struck quickly, and brutally. He put his hand over the guards mouth, pulling his head back, while jamming the knife in his spine. Isamu's hand muffled the scream, as the guard shook. It took little time for the life to drain from the guard. Isamu let go of his body, and watched as it crumbled to the ground. He was cold, and efficient.

With one guard fallen, Isamu turned to see the other...

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Bsssk"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Had the guards at the entrance of the mine been under Konrad's employment, Konrad would have personally executed the pair - if he was feeling particularly generous.

Instead of employing the same quick and efficient method Isamu used to subdue the guard, Konrad kicked the back of the guard's knee, which caused the guard to fall face first onto the ground. Konrad then proceeded to kneel down and turn the guard over then placed his hand over the guard's mouth and cut the guard's thigh, severing his femoral artery and grazing bone. With in a minute, the light was gone from the guard's eyes and his body went limp. It was always enjoyable to feel the life leaving his victims. While this method was not as clean as Isamu's, to Konrad, it was satisfying and efficient.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Konrad stood up, his uniform still wet with the blood of the recently deceased guard and gestured to the entrance.

"After you General Baelor," his tone was polite but otherwise lacked signs of any other emotions.

[member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Bsssk"]

 

[Bsssk]

Bsssk was not what you would call quiet at his hulking great size, his armor only making movement free of sound more difficult. To his credit the FFE enforcer picked his steps carefully, and slowly, placing the heel first so to dampen the noise of each. Drawing his own sizeable knife while the others moved, Bsssk would further ensure non got up or rose again with a secondary kill check on each man that lay prone. Keeping toward the rear suited the merc just fine, he was here for the credits not the glory.

Unless ordered otherwise that’s exactly where he’d stay, pointing out likely locations as they moved, to give them better ideas of where the guards would come from. Things changed of course, but also many of the patrols were similar, a small gathering and room avoided perhaps because he’d told them about it in advance. Only once did the large Trandoshan almost break silence, when he pulled one of the group back so they didn't set off a trip alarm along the floor, bending down to cut the device off the wall, and pocketing the circuits, it might fetch a decent price.

A cool professional attitude, even if beneath the mask each kill stroke or check he made on the fallen suited his definition of the word professional more than adequately.

[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]​

 

[Bsssk]

Having dispatched the guards at the door, the burly trandoshan and likely those with him continued on through the compound. Coming to a clearing ahead, what looked like a cargo transport parked in a hanger, with boxes of the material dotted about. Transport that was ready prepared if they could take it, probably with crew to take care of inside too, so an extra challenge if they wanted to try.

Outside of the landing ramp, there was three men left negotiating the shipment, what he really wanted was as much as he could carry, turns out they had plenty here, small stockpile from the original mines. The three were trying to work out some kind of deal no doubt between the miners and the crew. It was a deal those three guarding the shipment weren’t going to get to make.

The Trandoshan bided his time, signalling to [member="Isamu Baelor"] his intent to go left, while the others went right or chose their route. If there were other crew aboard the transport, the stealth group had to pick their timing carefully to not alert them, or the rest of the miners. For a creature of his size, Bsssk showed remarkably clever spacing in his steps, not fast or patterned to draw attention, picking his ground to not kick or move anything. Two men stood by the landing ramp now, the third wandering in Bsssk's direction, who caused Bsssk to duck behind a crate. Safe to say that one wouldn't survive the trandoshan, but the other two were too far away for him to get easily! [member="Isamu Baelor"]

Spoiler

he's still dead after this for anyone wondering.