Faction Directive: Purge

[Rinea]

DEEP SPACE - QUIBERON SECTOR
UNV VAUNTED INTEGRITY
Tags: Kaila Irons | Linegrave | Sachi Maren


The Fleet held pattern far from any system with even the nearest star a dim and distant light, and at its head was the remnant's flagship, Vaunted Integrity, where High Command convened to address the threats of treason--once and for all.

The most senior officers gathered at a round table in a room not far below the bridge. However, elsewhere in the ship, something else was afoot.

"What do you mean the power keeps cycling?! Try it again!"

"Systems aren't responding, sir. Sensors are offline."

"Get them back up, now!"

The door to the control room opened for Rinea, who found the entire staff in uproar over a sudden technical failure. Long and short-range sensors were currently offline, meaning the starship was effectively blind to its surroundings. The Chiss officer acted as if she belonged and used the opportunity to access one of the computers.

In another area of the ship, Linegrave 's door would open, with no one standing guard outside.

The final stroke of the keys--a simple ping sent out to another ship, located at a nearby point within deep space. Kaila Irons had already received the details via a holodisk. Her ship would fly in during the sensory outage and dock with an emergency airlock located beneath the bridge, and only a few halls down from the conference room. The disk also contained a route to and from the room. Everything else was left up to her.

Like a ghost, Rinea left as silently as she entered.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tags: Rinea Linegrave Sachi Maren |

The ship had docked without issue, as the chiss predicted.

Darth Anathemous stepped through the airlock, heralded by the clack of armored boots and whirring of Exo-muscle.

Not Kaila, not the fleet's secretive financier nor that woman who so gingerly shared smokes with Rinea— only the intelligence officer's secret weapon remained now. The poor fools in that command center had never heard that name, never seen the Lord of Blades take the field beside emperors and conquerors.

They had no idea what was coming.

In another time she might have pitied them, but that was not what she needed of Anathemous right now.

The young Darth didn't look at the first guards to approach, didn't even lift a finger. One second they tried to point a rifle, in the next they'd been thrown against the walls as she passed them by, leaving them limp. Unconscious perhaps, but she wasted no time checking. The march continued down the hall towards the only thought on her mind; her target.

A quick glance at her gauntlet-computer told the Sith her query wasn't far, just down a couple more halls and turns. Assuming nobody noticed her long enough to raise the alarm, Anathemous was certain she'd make quick work of High Command.

The thought quickened her pace from from a march to a run, and from that to a servo-assisted sprint.

Whatever awaited her around the next corner, it wouldn't be a problem for long.

 

[Linegrave]

Rinea | Kaila Irons

Oh, it had already started, well Rinea worked fast.

She took her time with it. The dear Sith would need time to do her thing, she didn't want to interrupt her in the middle of it. Linegrave sure knew she didn't like it when she was being interrupted while she was doing her work.

Clothes put on. Armor on. Saber pike clipped to her belt. Linegrave sipped from her cup, the wine tasted good, but she couldn't drain it. A clear head was necessary when the future was being dictated anew. Head tilted slightly and then she nodded. "Yes, I do think that that is enough time. We still need to walk over there after all."

Linegrave set herself into motion.

The corridors were busy past her specific corner. All of them hushed up when she passed. Like a storm cloud ruining a sunny day. Another corner turned and now up on the elevators.

This was going to be such fun.