Razelle Breuner
Rogue Element
TUNNEL 17-F
Secundus Ando, Local Time 2800
The assembled, home-grown extremists Raz had assembled into a makeshift militia and unleashed on the local, occupying CIS had fallen apart in a violent and spectacular fashion. As unfortunate as that could be interpreted, Razelle didn't see it like that. She'd expended effort to make an impression, and that impression had been made. The personal CIS honor guard were here, murdering civilians because of the waves she had started...or at least the fire she had fanned. That was plenty of success.
The only thing that remained was getting the hell out before she was overwhelmed by a bunch of angry Confederate soldiers and mistaken for a local seditionist. Because that was categorically incorrect. She was a foreign seditionist, which technically made her a terrorist. As full as the galaxy was getting with people labeled with that sort of reputation, in Razelle's case it was pretty much spot-on. If she was caught, the punishment for her would be far worse than treason. Exeunt, stage left.
Two more of her escape routes had been compromised by the movement of troops inside the tunnels. She only had two left, and the third option to lay low for a few weeks. The first was a drilling pod - a long-range mining transport meant to get the initial team from point A to B as quickly as possible. With a full fuel cell that would get her straight up to the surface, she could set off in any direction and have extremely respectable odds of both losing any pursuit and getting away without detection. Life support, explosives, and rations in that pod meant she'd be safe enough even if something went wrong.
Perfect out. The only reason that was her last resort was because it was completely insane and possibly lethal if anything went wrong. Her plans were myriad, but she knew quite well that she couldn't possibly foresee every twist and turn that sort of caper could take. The second option was a cavern glider. She'd set up right over Camp Finale. The lack of ion signature and visual camouflage would make her impossible to find, and frankly, by this point, the CIS had already secured her rebels' little campsite. They had no reason to keep searching.
Perfect out.
Razelle hazarded a few more seconds to watch the mop-up operation, taking notes about CIS movements. Half of them seemed to work not at all unlike Sith. Mad dog infantry released in packs, driven savage and left to tear the opposition apart in close quarters. The other half was surgical. Proper, military strikes, fireteams, lockdown, securing site A before moving to site B. That sort of thing was respectable. The part where they broke bread with Sith doctrine...less so.
Was there literally anything those reckless, psychopathic assholes hadn't corrupted by now? With a sigh, Razelle shook her head and tossed a burnt stimstick over the cliffside she'd been standing above. The galaxy was really going to crap now. Best to just disappear for a bit and wait for the nasty stuff to blow over. She'd try it again in a year or two.
[member="Darth Metus"]
Secundus Ando, Local Time 2800
The assembled, home-grown extremists Raz had assembled into a makeshift militia and unleashed on the local, occupying CIS had fallen apart in a violent and spectacular fashion. As unfortunate as that could be interpreted, Razelle didn't see it like that. She'd expended effort to make an impression, and that impression had been made. The personal CIS honor guard were here, murdering civilians because of the waves she had started...or at least the fire she had fanned. That was plenty of success.
The only thing that remained was getting the hell out before she was overwhelmed by a bunch of angry Confederate soldiers and mistaken for a local seditionist. Because that was categorically incorrect. She was a foreign seditionist, which technically made her a terrorist. As full as the galaxy was getting with people labeled with that sort of reputation, in Razelle's case it was pretty much spot-on. If she was caught, the punishment for her would be far worse than treason. Exeunt, stage left.
Two more of her escape routes had been compromised by the movement of troops inside the tunnels. She only had two left, and the third option to lay low for a few weeks. The first was a drilling pod - a long-range mining transport meant to get the initial team from point A to B as quickly as possible. With a full fuel cell that would get her straight up to the surface, she could set off in any direction and have extremely respectable odds of both losing any pursuit and getting away without detection. Life support, explosives, and rations in that pod meant she'd be safe enough even if something went wrong.
Perfect out. The only reason that was her last resort was because it was completely insane and possibly lethal if anything went wrong. Her plans were myriad, but she knew quite well that she couldn't possibly foresee every twist and turn that sort of caper could take. The second option was a cavern glider. She'd set up right over Camp Finale. The lack of ion signature and visual camouflage would make her impossible to find, and frankly, by this point, the CIS had already secured her rebels' little campsite. They had no reason to keep searching.
Perfect out.
Razelle hazarded a few more seconds to watch the mop-up operation, taking notes about CIS movements. Half of them seemed to work not at all unlike Sith. Mad dog infantry released in packs, driven savage and left to tear the opposition apart in close quarters. The other half was surgical. Proper, military strikes, fireteams, lockdown, securing site A before moving to site B. That sort of thing was respectable. The part where they broke bread with Sith doctrine...less so.
Was there literally anything those reckless, psychopathic assholes hadn't corrupted by now? With a sigh, Razelle shook her head and tossed a burnt stimstick over the cliffside she'd been standing above. The galaxy was really going to crap now. Best to just disappear for a bit and wait for the nasty stuff to blow over. She'd try it again in a year or two.
[member="Darth Metus"]