Espionage, Assassination, and Destruction... Oh My [Complete]

[Sol Damerin]

Sol, who had been falling in propers skydivers fashion feels something impact his back. A second later his connection to The Force, snaps back into place. Feeling Muad and exactly what that mad bastard was doing, Sol did the only logical thing. He hooked a leg between Maud's and twisted. Suddenly, with a little help from The Force, Muad was facing toward the ground and Sol was looking up toward the sky. He'd decided that rather than using The Force to soften the impact of his fall, he'd use Muad since the karking idiot had decided to try and ride him. Sol also shot an elbow into Muad's ribs, just for good measure.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Laughing like a Mad Man, Muad whipped the mask as they free fell. Suddenly his connection to the force was restored and just as he was about to let loose another laugh [member="Sol Damerin"] twisted, spinning the two until he was facing toward the surface of the ground. As the ground rapidly approached Muad shouted over his shoulder to Sol on his back.

"Slow us down!!! Pull the reins, pull the reins!! Oooffff...."

The elbow that lanced into his side caused the air to rush out his lungs. Pulling the force into his body he strengthened himself in an attempt to survive the impact. Then they began to crash through trees upon the sloping mountain side, branches cracking under the impact that slowed the descent violently.

Flipping through the air he fell, reach branch cracking and sending him flipping into a new direction just to collide with another branch. Muad was a living pinball, at least until he finally crashed into the ground and went rolling down the hill. After nearly a kilometer the man came to a stop, laying on his back. A faint groan escaped his lips.

 

[Sol Damerin]

The two fell together until they hit the trees. Muad took most of the first few impacts for Sol but eventually, they are flung apart. Drawing The Force around him the old mercenary makes a bubble of Force energy around himself. This takes the brunt of most of the impact from the trees as he uses The Force on his body slow his descent once they get closer to the ground. Landing with a thud Sol rolls to his feet like he'd only jumped off a short wall then he goes looking for Muad.

Sol finds the mad Dib laying on his back, groaning in pain. "How hurt are?" Sol asks looking down at him, it doesn't appear as though he'd weather the falls as well as Sol though that wasn't surprising, Sol was better at defensive Force powers than the flashy Dib. "If you answer seriously, then I'll know I shouldn't kick you in the ribs." The old merc was pretty peeved about having his ass slapped.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Trying not to move he screwed his eyes closed and focused on breathing. As the force flowed into his body he fed it and followed the 'sight' seeing the cracked ribs. Continuing the gentle pressure her let the force wash over him with gentle nudges and let the seams of his ribs close.

Several minutes after he let the force go from his focused control he heard Sol approaching. As the man spoke while standing over him he suppressed a grimacing grin.

"I just have one question to ask you mate ... Do you do squats? Or lunges? Because your tush is so firm and shapely that I have to know. Is it just good genetics?"

Laughter echoed from the Mad Man as in the distance, upon the mountain, alarms sounded and the recognizable noise of starfighters took to the air to begin a search grid for the Assassins.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Let it never be said that Sol wasn't a man of his words. His boot cracks into Muad's side, though the old merc was nice enough to pull the blow so he wouldn't break anything. Then he was leaning down grabbing Muad by the arm and hauling the other man to his feet.

"Regular exercise, now get your ass moving before I boot it again."

The flat tone of Sol's voice betrays not a hint of worry about the incoming fighters who were searching for them. They were two men on foot, they could escape such a search easily, especially with him using the force to nudge the pilot's minds so they wouldn't notice them.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

The kick to his side wasn't unexpected, Sol the grump being a man of his word. Air exploded out of his lungs then he was roughly hauled to his feet and the two set off down the hill at a brisk jog. Above the search grid was expanding but as they were in a forest with large animals, lots of cover, their life signs would be difficult to pinpoint. Add to the fact that the men were masters in the force and their escape was all but assured.

As they entered the outskirts of the city and eased into alley ways Muad grinned at [member="Sol Damerin"] . Motioning for the other man to wait for him he slipped into the rear of one of the buildings with a smirk to collect some suitable attire. Remembering their first outing he paused to look at some of the horrendous clothing.

Returning back to the alley, after erasing the image of himself entering the store to purchase clothing from the clerks he stood before the other man with two shirts. Holding them out he offered Sol first pick.

"Now we can't very well wear what we did on the mountain. You get first pick before we head back to meet with Derek."

Laughing loudly he began to strip out of the scaled armor to toss into the dumpster.

 

[Sol Damerin]

By the time Muad returns Sol had already stripped out of his borrowed armour, revealing that he'd had the forethought to wear street clothes underneath. The old merc remembered last time they'd done this and had come prepared. So when Muad offers up the two horrendously ugly shirts, Sol just stares at him with an utterly deadpan expression. "You need to get some new tricks." Was that the hint of a smirk on Sol's face? It could very well be.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Well you know the saying, old dawg and all..."

Sighing he shrugged the pink shirt on and nodded at Sol who had to try and suck the fun out of everything. Finishing the last few buttons he looked into the sky watching the search grid continue in the distance.

"Reckon we have a meeting to get to. Gotta get that contract approved for Aegis. Then drinks on our space station right?"

Chuckling he headed out from the alley moving toward where the Viceroy would be waiting for them. They had made decent time completing their task and as the ride up the turbolift and the walk down to the conference room had proven dull by comparison of the last hour he sighed once more and flopped into one of the chairs to await [member="Derek Dib"] while waving a hand toward where the liquor cabinet was stored for [member="Sol Damerin"] if he so cared.

 

[Sol Damerin]

To be fair, Muad's version of fun was finding ways to embarrass Sol. Sol's version of fun was to thwart Muad and to embarrass the other man. So yes, they were definitely friends though there were likely few pairings stranger than the stoic mercenary and mad Dib. "If you spike my drink again, then the next time I force you to marry something it's going to be a rancor." Sol threatens as they walk off to the designated meeting area. Sol pouring himself a glass of whatever looked most expensive before settling down.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"I don't think Katrine would approve."

He tossed his head back in laughter as he imagined a rancor wedding. But the thought was somewhat disturbing, even for him. Sighing he turned to the other man as he got his expensive looking drink and shrugged.

"So when is ole Sol gonna find him a nice Jedi lady friend and make some grumpy kids who are going to age prematurely like their old man?"

Tossing his head back he laughed once more. The two had been through some osik in their time together. It was almost a surprise that either one or both weren't dead at one point or another during their tenure as friends. Shrugging lightly he motioned to the chair across from him.

"I mean really, what would you do without me around to watch your back? Become an ole hermit in some swamp or something? Or find an island somewhere and drink unpasteurized milk from some wild animal's teat? Now where would the fun be in that? Admit it, you love our little adventures."

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Derek Dib]

Derek entered the meeting room with Lucian securing the doors behind. Then he carefully rescanned the room ensuring their were no listening devices. One it was clear Lucian nodded to Derek before taking his place just behind the viceroy who had taken a seat at the table. Setting a datapad on the tabletop he slid it across to Muad before speaking.

"Reports are coming in brother. Three of my council have been killed. A tragic incident that will be investigated, but the vote this afternoon will not be deterred. You signature and then the vote which will pass, and the U.S.C. will have the contract with your company made official. Enjoy the liquor, and I will meet with you later about perhaps purchasing more ships. Thank you Muad, and you Mr. Damerin."

Rising from his seat he gave them a nod. Their business for the day was now concluded.