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

[Derek Dib]

He woke with a start. Slow blinking eyes brought the vaulted ceiling into view. Intricate designs across the tapestry of stone reminded him where he was before the silken sheets registered. Gripping the edge he tossed the sheets from off his body and swinging his legs over allowing his feet to rest upon the cold marble floor. Rising silently, only the pale moonlight for illumination, he moved across the room and moved through the doors that led to the balcony. A cold chill was in the air, yet he was not afflicted despite wearing only the boxers.

Eyes scanned the landscape, the city slumbering through the night, as he mused upon his role. Viceroy of Siskeen, he was the leader of the political government while also encouraging and promoting the industrial growth to the Confederacy and the Galaxy at large. It was tedious and monotonous work and, not for the first time, Derek questioned exactly why he took the role of Viceroy.

Sighing he moved back into the presidential quarters of the palace and attempted to attain more restless sleep.

The next day saw him sitting in the council chambers, the refurbished Hall of Wisdom, and listening to the droning sounds of the other planetary leaders. Over half of them owned several enterprises and consistently jockeyed for contracts that would bolster not only their own prestige but also their personal bank accounts. Though he was viceroy and the leader of the council of Siskeen he was quickly seeing the intricate machinations that he was woefully ill equipped to combat.

The Factories were quickly being expanded and the unending quarrels for contracts were growing more and more tedious. His crimson tinted eyes viewed the verbal sparring as he absently tapped the datapad on the table. He had already formulated several approaches to the issues on hand and knew that they would be met with resistance or outright opposition. Yet he knew it was the correct path.

Finally during one of the lulls in the debate he cleared his throat, the first sounds he'd made since the meeting had started hours ago.

"While I appreciate the time and dedication poured into the different proposals and ideas being offered, I believe none are the correct path. We have three issues that we've been discussing the last several weeks. First if the Droid factories. We all know that these are the second largest Droid manufacturers of the Galaxy. I've decided that the Geonosians will continue with full autonomy. And they will have a representative to have a seat on this council."

There were several grumbles and flickers of anger at his words. He didn't need the force to sense the rage that came with his declaration. Several taps of his index finger forwarded the information on his datapad to the others. While they read his own proposition grudgingly he continued.

"Secondly, while we do have a small armada of naval forces it is imperative that we not only utilize our ties with the Confederacy but secure our position within as an important member of the Independent Systems. We will be accepting the offer of naval reinforcements."

At this the audible unrest began to grow.

"These are times of unrest. To the east we are nigh the Galactic Empire. It would be foolish of us not to prepare for possible invasion a would it not?"

Pouring water from the pitcher into a glass he allowed several moments to pass. None would argue this as it was a reality. Seeing the glass down once more he leaned back and looked around at the other members.

"But that is not to say we will surrender our Independence. We will also begin purchasing more ships of our own from a third party. Aegis Corporation resides within our system. And by becoming a valued customer we will promote growth in the private sector that will also create more jobs for our people."

Tapping the pad once more he sent another electronic download to the others gathered. As they began reading an uproar over flowed. Slamming his fist to the table he rose, eyes flashing the color of burning coals.

"This is not open for debate. I am the viceroy. And already I have taken the liberty of reviewing several different contracts and ... questionable actions of each of you and your holdings. If certain things came to light not only would you be disgraced but your holdings would be stripped. Your titles stripped. And you, each and every one of you, would be brought up on treasonous charges. So you can either fight me, it work with me. And I don't believe it wise to oppose me. You know who I am. But better yet, you are fully aware of who my brother is and what he is capable of."

He sighed and leaned back to sit once more in his chair to look upon the ashen faces of those gathered.

"Every citizen will be required to serve four years in our armed forces, two years active duty and two years in the reserves. We will grow strong. We will retain our Independence. And we will be prepared. Already I am instituting our newly formed Siskeen Armed Forces. We will not be subject to the tyranny of others through our own weakness. We will grow strong, stand tall. You are dismissed until this afternoon when we will officially vote."

Three of the council members stood, their guards moving from the walls to stand with them. Derek, who had no guards except Lucian present, gave a small smile as he pressed a button while speaking, despite the others who were placing their hands disconcertingly close to their weapons.

"Well then this meeting is over until this afternoon."

Hands touched pistol grips as Lucian tensed behind the relaxed viceroy Derek Dib who's only expression was a wry smile.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

The doors opened into the Chambers where the meeting was being held. A single figure strolled in, his plain clothes and worn leather jacket adorned with a few weapons. A protector revolver rode low, tied securely on his right thigh in a quick draw position, while the handle of a sword sprouted over his right shoulder. The weapons were deadly, but compared to the nearly dozen guards of the three diplomats it was hardly reassuring.

However it was the man himself who gave the others pause, injecting a palpable fear into the room. The glowing blue eyes scanned the men and a smirk crossed a tanned face. The visage of Muad Dib looked upon them. Slowly hands moved from weapons and the room cleared out quickly, or as quickly as composed diplomats could move while retaining a semblance of respect and self worth in the face of death.

Chuckling as he watched them leave Muad moved and sat in one of the vacated chairs, boots kicked up onto the table top. Blue Dib eyes met crimson Dib eyes as the brothers stared at one another in silence. They both had jobs to do in Siskeen. And each had begun their solo paths. But it had quickly become apparent that they would need a united front to overcome the obstacles before them.

Sighing Muad pulled a flask from his jacket and took a draught if Whyren's Reserve before screwing the lid back on and making the flask vanish once more, as if a magician.

"I've made arrangements. I've got a friend coming to help."

Seeing Derek raise his dark eyebrows in a show of disbelief the mad man laughed loudly as he checked the time on the massive clock over the table.

"I do have friends brother. Well, a friend. I sent him a message a week ago. He's rather punctual and should be arriving any minute, unless he got his crotchety arse killed."

A week early, when Derek lined out his idea for the upcoming council meeting, Muad had sent a message to [member="Sol Damerin"] to meet him on Olanet at this precise time. If it was in the ole mercenary's power he'd be there. The two of them had forged a commraderie and there was credits to be made and injustice to take down. Sol most likely wouldn't pass it up. Plus any time the two were together hijinks and crotch kicks always seemed to follow.

 

[Sol Damerin]

Everything that you really needed to know about [member="Muad Dib"] could probably be deduced if you knew exactly how his one friend felt about him. Sol Damerin, grumpy ex-Jedi mercenary, considered Muad to be his greatest enemy. Paradoxically Sol also considered Muad one of his best friends. That someone could have such radically extreme views on the same person said a lot about the person in question. Then again it also said quite a bit about the one holding such disparate views. Then again, this mentality might be considered pretty common for male best friends so perhaps we are just looking too deeply into things. Either way, right on schedule Sol pushes his way into the room.

Sol looked the same as he always did. Weathered features set in an expression of stony indifference, garb that marked him as nothing more than a common mercenary. Pants with far too many pouches, a battle chest piece over a tight longsleeved shirt, two pistols in the holsters on the gunbelt around his waits, and a twin set of vibroblades set on his back. He didn't look like anything special, just another veteran mercenary of the sort you could find in any spaceport. At least to the untrained eye, Sol's lack of obvious scars suggested there was more to the man. Either he was playing at mercenary, unlikely given his general demeanor, or there was more to him than was readily apparent.

Strolling across the room he takes a seat in a council members chair without waiting for permission. Mostly because the day Sol waited for Muad's permission to take a seat would be the same day the entire universe ended. The merc's gaze flicks over Derek briefly his expression not changing though those pale blue eyes seem to see more than they should. Then his attention fixed back on Muad. The chancellors may have looked at the mad Dibb and felt fear, most in the galaxy would if they knew the man's propensity for collateral damage. Of course, they had never kicked the infamous Muad Dibb in his family jewels.

"I can't believe you called me again. You haven't even paid me for the first job. Unless you went and married that bear without inviting me to the wedding?"

The mercenary finally speaks his tone flat and level, in utter contrast with the words he just said. The older mercenary stared into Muad's "Face of Death" without a single ounce of fear as he demanded to know where the other man got off requesting his company when he hadn't married a bear. So yes, the two were almost certainly best friends.

 

[Derek Dib]

Watching as the mercenary entered Derek felt the wariness of Lucian at his back. The guard was barely accepting of Muad, now another well armed soldier of fortune who was friends (?) with Muad was nearly too much for the captain of the Royal guards. Allowing himself a small twitch of his lips he rose and nodded a greeting to the new arrival before sliding the datapad across the table.

"The CIS have a tentative hold here on Olanet. There are several on the council who would leap at the chance to start a civil war, accept assistance from the Empire, and throw this system into turmoil and chaos. The death toll, billions in destruction, and subjugation of some of the native species who would fight the Empire is neither a viable outcome nor is it acceptable. I've played the cloak and dagger game with them for months now. But Civil War is almost here."

Rising from his seat he looked at his brother and Sol before continuing.

"I can control and steer the self interests and greed of most of the council members. But Varys, Ettsin, and Quar will not be brought into line. Already they have prepared for the war that could come. With them out of the way Olanet and all of the Siskeen System can have a chance at stability, prosperity, and a modicum of peace. And that's where you come in."

Placing his hands behind his back he cleared his throat.

"Varys, Ettsin, and Quar must be eliminated. Their titles and seats on the council will fall to more level headed individuals who are willing to accept the terms laid out. Oh, they are just as greedy and self righteous as their predecessors, but they have enough sight to understand that a Civil War will destroy everything we have worked for."

He pointed to the datapad at the table.

"The three council members will be having a meeting in a mountain estate in the Foothills of the Heron mountain range. Not only are they well guarded by an army but they have stolen plans from the Geonosians who are working on a new Droid that could revitalize the industry. The three must be eliminated, the plans retrieved, and the fortress eradicated. All before the next meeting this afternoon when we vote. And no one can have proof of who did this, brother."

Giving a curt nod to Sol and a pained look to Muad, Derek left the council room with Lucian mere steps behind.

 

[Muad Dib]

As his brother spoke Muad slowly began to straighten and a slow smile stretched into a grin. As Derek made his departure the Mad Man broke out into a slow, loud clap.

"That was beautiful. Simply beautiful. I never thought I'd see the day when he'd actual endorse assassination and destruction."

He chuckled as he turned his attention to Sol. Looking the man over he didn't notice any signs of wear. Now that they were together again it was time to rectify that. Rising, his fingers danced across the screen of the datapad until the layout of the fortress was on display between the two men. A low whistle escaped his lips.

"No, I haven't married a bear yet. Soon brohiem, soon. But first .... Look at that! No way we fight our way up that mountain.... But the compound is sitting on top ...."

A slow grin spread on his face.

"What do you think? Come in from above? High altitude low opening? Land on the roof top, fight our way in, kill these three buggers, dump the mainframe, and ...."

His fingers traced one of the diagrams. A vertical line into the planet showed where they were using the planet's core as a thermal energy source.

"Cause an explosion that takes out the mountain, the mainframe, the army, and covers our tracks?"

Taking the flask out again he took a deep swig before offering it to the other man.

"Credits, stopping a Civil War, letting off some steam, and hanging out with me ... What else could you ask for?"

His laughter echoed off the walls of the empty council chambers.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Well, this was a bit different from what Sol had been expecting. The mercenary listens first to Derek as the viceroy outlines the basics of the planets political situation. It wasn't exactly a good one but it was a familiar enough song and dance. You couldn't always get what you want but if you try sometimes you could kill a bunch of people and get what you need. Which was exactly Derek's request. Peace by means of violence the most sustainable method of government control in the galaxy.

Muad grabs Sol's attention and his pale blue eyes follow along as the madman outlined his plan. Stealth in high to avoid the army, storm the compound, kill the councilors, blow it up to drop the mountain on top of the army. Folding his arms he looks between the brothers for several long moments. His response is delivered in the same monotonous tone he delivers almost everything he has to say.

"We aren't dropping a mountain on the army. Killing the councilors fine, they are trying to start a war. I'm not putting a bunch of soldiers into the grave over this."

Sure, Sol would carve through an army of criminals without a second thought. If he was paid he would also fight against a non-criminal army and kill the soldiers. However, dropping a mountain on a bunch of soldiers when they didn't have to wasn't a Sol thing. If they were stealthy they could kill the councilors, wipe the mainframe, and leave without a fuss. Once their leaders were out of the way the army would collapse on his own. He tried to keep the killing down against people just doing a job.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Derek Dib]

He was at the door. His brother's plan for wide scale destruction and death reminded him that while they were similar in some ways, they were completely different in others. Glancing at Sol who had spoke made Derek nod imperceptibly. He was looking to avoid a war, not start and end one with the deaths of countless of Olanet citizens.

"While I agree to portions of your plan brother, I agree with Mr Damerin here. We don't want to start a bloodbath. Do what you must, but we are not slaughtering Innocents just doing their duty. However, the fortress does need to be disabled in some fashion."

Looking between the two other men he narrowed his eyes. This was important and it had to be done. He just hoped the two could complete the objectives before the meeting.

"The votes will be this afternoon. One of which is the contract with Aegis Corporation about arming our navy forces. This is important for the people of Siskeen. Good luck."

A final nod to the two and he departed. He had a few meetings elsewhere before the vote. It was also a very public alibi.

 

[Muad Dib]

With Derek's departure he turned back to Sol. Another theatrical sigh escaped as he pulled his legs from the table top where they had been resting.

"Well I guess we can do this without fighting the army. But if we do then we have to go incognito. We can't be Sol Damerin and Muad Dib .... I've got just the outfit for you if you want it. A psychedelic jumpsuit with scale armor that can change different vibrant colors. Unless you want something else."

Grinning he rose and stretched, shoulders popping, as he looked at the mountain still displayed.

"Take a transport ship and jump out above the mountain. Use gear to make a quiet landing as they won't be looking for two guys landing on their roof. Then we do this. Sounds good?"

Removing a comlink he ordered one of his transports to prep for launch, then collected the datapad, erasing the information, before removing the datachip and letting a little bit of electrical charge fry the component. For extra measure he then focused on the chip and let a brief flicker of flame slag what remained. Evidence eradicated.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"If that jumpsuit actually exists. I swear by The Force that I will dedicate myself to researching a way to physically manifest your fashion sense. I will then kill it and beat you to death with the body."

If one didn't know Sol, they might not have thought this was a joke. He sounded so serious and his tone was so deadpan it seemed like he might actually do it. Those who knew Sol a little better would recognize the humor in the content and think he was trying to be funny. Muad, who knew about the polka-dot hoodie incident, would know Sol was being dead serious and would murder him over it.

"We are breaking in and killing everyone. I think we can just wear some masks and it will be hunky dorey."

Sol says as he gets to his feet. Hours later they are standing in a shuttle. The shuttle was small enough and had enough stealth tech that the army couldn't detect it unless they thought to look up. Staring down at the mansion Muad at his back, face obscured by simple black mask Sol looks down at the narrow patch of flat roof they had to land on. Then he jumps before Muad can try and push him out.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

On the ship he sat in the bay and waited. He wore a heavy, black cloak that hid his clothes, weapons, and face. A dark hood was pulled down. Chuckling to himself he watched as Sol kept a wary eye on Muad. As if he didn't trust him or something. Shrugging nonchalantly he observed Sol leaping from the ship for the mansion far below.

With a laugh he leapt to his feet and threw the cloak off. Dressed in a jumpsuit with small scales adorning it like plate armor the mad man pressed a button at his belt. Suddenly each scale began flashing a different, neon color. Pulling the jetpack on he moved to jump but paused.

"Sithspit, almost forgot my mask."

Reaching into the cloak he tore a small bag and pulled the mask on then leapt from the ship. The label on the bag read "Authentic Mask of ViceLord Isley Verd".

Dropping from the heavens he activated the thrusters slowing his descent until his feet touched on the hard surface of the roof. Dropping the pack he turned to look at Sol who would get his first glimpse of Muad. The laughter under the mask coming from the mad man couldn't decide which he liked more. The jumpsuit or the mask.

Pulling to generic slugthrower revolvers from his belt he bowed at one of the cameras on the roof while twirling the pistols. Then he trotted over to crouch behind some kind of unit in the roof and motioned for Sol to duck. Eyes turned back to look at his jetpack. A small red light was blinking on the pack. Then it exploded, caving in a large portion of the roof.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Sol didn't use a jetpack he simply hit the roof in a roll and sprang up without no visible sign of damage. Such a maneuver had been Muad's big tip-off that the mercenary was more than he seemed. Spotting a camera Sol draws and fires disabling it as Muad pauses for his photo op, which draws Sol's attention.

"Well, now I am sorry I shot the camera. The sight of you in that might have been enough to have people choke to death on their own vomit. Save us a lot of time and effort."

Slipping behind a wall Sol waits for the inevitable boom. There was always a boom with Muad the man's ability to be subtle existed, but it always ended with an explosion. Once the hole was made in the roof Sol slips out and down into the building. His heavy blaster pistol barking out a few times, guards who couldn't even see him due to the floating dust dropping before they even got a chance to recover.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

His laughter filled the air at Sol's remarks. When the explosion rocked the roof the other man was the first into the gap. Shaking his head he followed. Dropping through the rift he landed in a roll, coming to his feet. Three soldiers were in front where they had climbed to their feet, rifles rising from the ground to aim at the mad man. Right hand flashed down and pulled a regular Protector revolver from it's holster tired to his thigh. Using his left hand he fanned the hammer, the five shots sounding like one. The soldiers were hit and fell.

Striding over as he ejected the spent rounds and dropped a speed loader in to replenish the five shot cylinder he stood over the men. Each had taken a round to the chest. One in a shoulder, another to the side, the last in the chest. Crouching Muad slammed the barrel into their temples with quick strikes. The men went unconscious.

Holstering the revolver he took one of their blaster rifles and retrieved the power cells from the other two rifles before rising. He chuckled lightly before looking back at Sol.

"Must be getting rusty. I missed the kill shots."

Grinning beneath the atrocious mask he took off down the hall. They had the element of surprise still. Even though he had blown a hole in the roof it had been merely seconds since they had dropped into the compound. The councilors should be in the boardroom, just now getting a report that someone had breached the facility.

His finger flicked the rifle to stun as his boots pounded a hurried tempo down the hall. Turning the corner of the house that led to the boardroom he took a few rounds to his flashing armor, staggering forward and into a side room. Grunting he dropped to the ground and leaned out along the floor and fired a stream of stun bolts at the guards, their return fire chewing into the door frame several feet above his head. Ducking back in he rose leaving out to fire a few shots to duck back in. Chuckling he kept their attention drawn to himself in the doorway knowing Sol would have clear shots at the guards.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"Well, good news."

Sol said as he listened to an update over their encrypted comms channel.

"The signal jammer worked so they haven't gotten a distress call to the army yet."

Reaching up Sol draws one of his sabers from its shoulder holster igniting it and without even turning flicks the blade behind his back. The blaster shot from the guard trying to flank them as they move down the corridor is knocked aside as Sol turns and fires hitting the guard in the head as he peeks out for another look.

"Bad news, they heard the explosion and are sending up a scouting patrol to investigate."

Which meant they had less time than the originally planned for. Which was fairly typical of any op involving Muad. Why pick a lock, when you can blow up the wall and alert everyone within a few miles of your location? Which was Muad's style to a T. Speaking of, the man charged ahead into the boardroom and got himself shot for his troubles. Sol watches with mild amusement as he dives dramatically into a side room.

The old merc comes up to the door. Finds that all of the guards are focused on my Muad's antics, which makes Sol sighs. "Amateurs." Sol's blaster pistol barks a few times as he steps into the room. "Stop dicking around Muad we have to get to these guys before they realize their panic room won't do them any good." If that happened then they'd try and escape and if they had to shoot them as they traveled down the mountain it'd get the attention of the army for sure.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Fine... No fun at all..."

Stepping into the hall and away from the safety of the doorway he stretched it good left hand, feeling the Force flow through him. Time seemed to slow as the remaining for guards began turning back at him, rifles slowly tracking across the hall in scarlet pulses of blaster fire. Focusing on the power cells within the rifles he felt the agitated state of the Tibanna as the energy was used. A small smile crossed his face as he focused on the highly explosive matter and fed more power through the Force into the matter.

As the rifles began to come to bear once more upon the Mad Man, the power cells exploded, turning the rifles into large pipe bombs that sent shrapnel testing through the guards' bodies. Smirking at Sol he motioned to the blast doors which separated the two men from the councilors.

"After you my benevolent bodyguard. Your majestic ViceLord decrees it."

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Twirling his saber Sol rams it into the door. It takes a bit of strength but he pushes the tube of plasma through and begins the process of melting his way through the blast door.His second saber joined it a moment later and he works quickly. Hopely he could cut their way in before the councillors figured out they weren't safe. His sense stretched inside of the room and he attempts to goad them into faux confidence with a mind trick.

"For the record."

Sol grunts as he starts to drag his blades together melting through the thick durasteel.

"When this is done I am going to use you as target practice. The stupid armour makes you an easy target."

Sol's annoyance at being called Muad's bodyguard doesn't seep into his tone. But it was pretty obvious given the mercs dislike for being told what to do.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Grinning at his friend he waited for [member="Sol Damerin"] carve his way through the doors. Turning as he stretched forth with the Force he felt the rapidly approaching guards who were responding to the explosion and the lack of communication from the guards who had been stationed outside the councillor's chamber.

"I welcome the chance to be your target practice. I hear as one gets older their aim falters .... It's okay, it supposedly happens to everyone."

His teasing remarks at the other man's rough appearance and the often remarked and assumed age made Muad laugh. As the hole being cut began to widen he ran forward and dove through hitting the ground on the other side and rolling to his feet, have flashing down and pulling the revolver from his thigh.

As he entered the room he felt a wave hit him and it was as if the world was seen in black and white. He recognized the sensation as being inside a ysalmiri field. Unbidden his hand rose and the revolver barked thrice, three of the councilors falling dead. Yet the third held the body of one of the dead councillor's young daughter between him and the door in a shield, a blaster pressed to the back of her head. "You can kill me, but she'll be dead too", he shrilled.

Muad lined the revolver center mass of the child, where the final councilor stood behind the young girl.

 

[Sol Damerin]

"Thanks for volunteering. Always nice to know my friends are willing to offer themselves up to help keep me sharp in my dotage."

The doors finally give and once they are open Muad strolls in ahead of Sol. Despite the presence of one of the damn lizard squirrels Muad manages to plant a bolt in the heads of three out of four councillors while their families look on in horror. The one councillor who didn't catch a bullet grabs a little girl and starts threatening her. Muad, to the surprise of no one levels his gun at the little girl's chest.

Since Sol was behind Muad he did the sensible thing. Using the other man as a screen he places a boot on his ass and kicks hard, sending Muad careening right into the councillor and the little girl. The plan was to have Muad's unexpected movement take the counsellor off guard while Sol shot the man in the head, hopefully before he shot the kid. The bullet to the face part definitly worked, the councilllors head jerking back so, so far to plan.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Standing from where he had laid sprawled forward from Sol's kick, Miss looked at each of the successfully assassinated councilors with slight amusement. They had succeeded in their mission. However the sounds of boots echoing in the hall leading to the room made it apparent that they were very swiftly nearing a rather large confrontation.

"Ideas for a quick, peaceful extraction?"

Smirking under the mall he moved to the frightened, young girl and knelt in front of her, his revolver holstered, and raised his hands slowly and non threateningly.

"You are safe child. Go to the closet and play a game of hide and seek. Don't make any noise and don't come out until you are found. Now."

The child snapped out of the shock and scampered to the closet still crying. Sighing he stood and looked around still unable to see where the ysalmiri were. Shrugging he looked to the door then to the small balcony overlooking the side of the mountain. A grin crossed his face.

"Fight our way out or a leap of faith?"

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"You run screaming out of the room and get gunned down while I leave through the secret escape hatch."

Sol suggests as his attention is drawn by the sound of approaching people with guns. The kid is still crying and Sol feels for him, they'd probably just killed the kid's father in front of them which was never nice. Then again, it was entirely possible it had been her father pointing the gun at her before he'd killed the man. Either way, they'd need therapy.

"Why do you ask questions when you already made up your mind?"

The old merc asks with a sigh moving towards the window. Fighting was fun to Muad but doing the stupid thing of jumping out of a window and off the side of a cliff was the insane dangerous thing. So, of course, that was the plan.

"Do you want to go first so I can land on you if things go wrong?"

Cracking his neck Sol doesn't wait for an answer instead flinging himself out of the window without a second thought. Hopefully this put them out of the Yslamir's range quickly or they would be super dead, super soon.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Hey .... I haven't made up my mind .... Mostly ....."

Laughing at the grizzled mercenary he rolled his shoulders and moved toward the window, watching [member="Sol Damerin"] leap first. As he reached the window and looked down a small part of him realized this was truly foolish. But the guards burst into the room and looking over his shoulder the Mad Master shouted.

"You'll never take me alive coppers!!! GERONIMO!!!"

Then the man jumped. As he fell he placed his arms and legs together, speeding his descent and closing on the rapidly descending mercenary. As he neared he opened his arms and legs, slowing his fall and trying to straddle Sol's back with his thighs as he ripped his mask off and began whipping it toward the other man's rear, attempting to ride his friend like a bucking bronco.

"Hi ho silver, AWAY!!!"