Dominion Deja Vu | First Order Dominion of Lutrillia

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel was stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

Her separation paperwork was in the works to resign from the First Order Security Bureau, which ordinarily would have meant that she was no longer deployed to the field. But she supposed they must have been short-staffed, requiring all hands to the pump. Isobel wasn't the type to stop doing her job before it was truly over, so the brass needn't have worried about her. She was good to the last drop, as it were.

So here she was on Lutrillia, on a ginormous platform constantly racing around the planet's equator, dressed in the casual, somewhat shabby-chic wares of a citizen of the mobile city. She wore a pair of dark glasses to protect against the glare and did a good job of hiding her concealed comlink, with which she received a status report from another agent in the team, Agent Rover. "Looks clear. Two guards posted out front. They seem casual, not alerted. When's the distraction?"

Isobel resisted the urge to touch her earpiece, a dead giveaway, and instead murmured under her breath: "Nightshade, approaching from the south. Distraction in thirty." She came to stand next to Tir and glanced at her wristwatch casually, and even more casually still said: "That looks delicious. Where did you get it?"

This was all spycraft, of course. First of all, it looked horrifying and Isobel couldn't imagine putting it in her mouth under any circumstances. Secondly, she didn't care where he got it. She was trying to blend in, look casual, look like she belonged and did not raise suspicions when the explosions went off. Which they did, exactly thirty seconds after she had said they would. She lowered her sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at Tir Grastis .

Showtime.

The Major | Aithche Wierz​

 

[Tir Grastis]

Tir glanced to one side as someone approached. He heard the update in his earpiece, as the time was given for the distraction to begin, to which he smirked and took another bite of the stick food. When Agent Nightshade stopped beside him, looking fairly casual, he raised eyebrows when asked about the food. He glanced down to it, gave a shrug, then looked as she lowered her sunglasses.

"A vendor a few blocks over," He said haphazardly, before he then offered the reptilian-meat on the stick to the other Agent. "Tastes fine. Feel free."

Still, by then, the distraction had started. Not far away, chaos began to filter through the air, shouts and fire and other sounds echoing. Tir pushed off the wall, as he started toward the building across the street. He motioned with his head to round right, then led the way closer to the side of the building - and once out of sight from the two guards, who had started to look around in confusion out the front - Tir hopped the duracrete wall and slipped over. He landed in the grass silently, as he waited for his fellow Agents to approach, too.

"Going inside, south side of the building. Guards out front shouldn't be harmed."

The Firrerreon moved toward a window, where he pulled out a lockpick device. He activated the item, which shorted the window circuitry and also shunted the alarm - if it had one - so it remained on a closed 'active' protocol. Amazing toys the FOSB had. He opened it, then stepped inside through the space, before he pulled out his shatter gun from beneath his jacket and proceeded a few steps down the hallway. It was quiet, there were some voices from above, but otherwise his sensitive hearing couldn't pick up more than several individuals within the building itself.

"Targets seem alone. We got lucky," Tir said in a low voice into the comm. He looked across the way, to the opposite side of the building, and wondered when he would catch sight of Aithche. He glanced over his shoulder to the other Agent, whom he figured had followed. "Headed upstairs with Nightshade... ladies first?"

The Major | Aithche Wierz | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel followed Agent Rover into the building, pulling herself carefully through the window. It was good tech -- not Isobel's design, but she could appreciate the craftsmanship. Once they were safely inside the building, Isobel looked across at Tir, her dark eyes narrowing as she tried to listen for noise. Her hearing was not as well-developed as her colleague's, apparently.

"Believe it," said Isobel in response to Tir's comment.

She moved towards the stairs, drawing a silenced blaster and a vibroknife. Her stealth skills engaged, and she crept up the stairs silently. She was alert for any kind of trap, tripwire, or other challenge to their movement, but it seemed that they were relying on their security and locks to keep people out, and were not convinced that anyone would be able to get inside.

Stupid.

Isobel stepped through a door on the first landing but the door creaked, causing one of the cabal members just inside the door to half-turn. Swearing under her breath, Nightshade lunged forward, driving her knife into the man's jugular while putting her hand around his mouth to silence the shocked grunt that came through. Great, she thought. Now I've got blood all over my poncho. She carefully maneuvered him to the ground, dragging him behind a stack of crates. She picked up his blaster and laid it near him, out of the way.

"One down," she reported in a low whisper. "Be careful, there's blood on the floor. How many more targets left?"

Tir Grastis | The Major | Aithche Wierz​

 

[The Major]

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LANCER'S MEAN STREETS
MORALE: NEUTRAL
Aithche Wierz | Tir Grastis | Isobel Nakano ​

Time was ticking away and the distraction element made up of the locals were failing to show up. Opportunity was going to slip away for the Bureau team. In Lancer City's case, failure could not be tolerated. Too many lives were going to thrown into turmoil. More importantly, combat neutralizations really soothed the frayed emotional pastiche of sociopathic tendencies that made up a certain somebody.

As the seconds passed the Major's itchy sense of the surroundings area grew, making her aware of a series of connecting ventilation systems streaming from one building to the target building above. Meanwhile, on the street level, finally the tension cracked as chaos spread below and away from the structure.

With nothing to do as the agents tasked with intrusion did their job, Sybil began to climb level by level, hoping to maneuver to get her eyeballs on the firefight.

 

[Tir Grastis]

Tir followed Nightshade upstairs, and proceeded to follow as she took care of one of the two problems they faced. He stepped over the blood, a smirk on his lips, as he walked further through the room - as his companion took care of hiding the corpse - and opened the far door. Another sentient stood near the window, she looked out over the distant chaos of the distraction. It was almost poetic, really. Tir didn't bother closing distance or pulling his knife, his shatter gun was essentially silent, so he aimed and pulled the trigger--

** Fwip **

--the target fell to one side, as blood spattered across the wall. With no visible reaction, the Agent waited for the body to hit the ground, then shot again - to the chest - to make sure it was done. Without another word, Tir turned and walked past Nightshade with a nod and a 'let's move' motion of the hand, as he walked toward the stairs. Tir glanced over his shoulder, as he began to speak in a low voice:

"Back through the same window."

But he stopped, as he heard movement at the front doorway. He waited, shatter gun ready, but it didn't open nor did the guards posted outside move inward. So Tir nodded to himself, then started to walk back to the open window down the end of the lower floor hallway. It didn't take long, and he soon slipped back out the building via the opening, before he checked to see if anyone was around to see the pair. Once Nightshade was through, the Firrerreon closed the window and locked it with the same device from before, which realigned the alarm circuits back to normal - there would be a barely discernible fluctuation in the security system logs, or so Tir had been told.

The tech team of FOSB knew their stuff. He didn't doubt them.

Tir motioned back to the wall, then proceeded to follow his companion. Once over it, back in the same spot where they had climbed over not long before, Tir looked around on the ground. He grinned, as he saw the food on a stick he had put down - the stick end in the ground, to preserve the lizard-meat - and picked it up again, before he took another bite.

"Feel like sharing the walk out of here?" The Firrerreon asked casually. "Just a casual couple strolling home... or not. Don't care, either way."

And if not, Rover would just be on his way, the job done and the enemy none-the-wiser.

The Major | Aithche Wierz | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Adrian Cassidy]

Virginia Schnapp

"Rubbery cheese and greasy pepperoni, really?"

An eyebrow lofted at that description. The very idea would have made him ill, if not for the fact that the pizza they did have was already starting to smell wonderful. Adrian had never understood his colleagues throughout the agencies he had worked. Always so resilient and eager to dive into mud, or blood, or a combination of the both.

Cassidy hadn't entered this field of business to be uncomfortable.

No, it was all about comfort for him. And the ability to bend the rules into his favor, of course. "Aye-aye, ma'am. Getting you drunk after the mission then, we have a deal." He smirked while sipping more from his own glass and turning around to study the monitors. Everything seemed clear enough now, but Adrian knew that wouldn't last.

He felt it in his stomach.

The vibe that things were going to pop off soon enough.

"Oh, yes, a driver won't be an issue." Adrian confirmed dismissively. "One that can handle a gun too. And has a talent for discretion. We will be fine. Hopefully it won't be necessary however. I'd like to wrap this up by the end of the day, so we can make our dinner reservation."

Only then turning to look over his shoulder as Virginia took out the pizza from the mini-oven.

"The place I got for us is called Facade. Pretty up-scale restaurant. They are apparently on the edge of the city, so you can see it rolling underneath you. Should be fun, no?"