Final Warning | The Collective

[Evoros]

ATTN: All agents-

An attack on a space station in orbit of Eshan has led to a hostage situation. All agents who are able please report to base at once (see the attached file for coordinates and security clearance). We are launching a counter attack. Further briefing will occur upon arrival.

-The Board

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E S H A N
Collective Base
2137 GSH

"Alright, folks." Special Agent Yvonne Evoros spoke briskly, setting her caf down on the nearest surface as she brought up a holoprojection. "This station is orbiting Eshan, and it's been taken over. The Board thinks it's pirates, but we're not confirmed yet. What we do know is that they're holding a squad of our agents hostage while they root around."

She was remarkably lacking in fear or distress for such a high-stakes mission. In fact, she was dangerously close to sounding cheerful.

"So here's the plan: we need two teams. Team A, your job is taking down the station's internal systems remotely so team B can get in and guiding them through the interior. Team B, you're crashing the party. Take down our new friends--try to leave at least one alive--rescue the hostages, and find what the pirates are looking for. Team B, with me."

With that, she picked up her caf and moved the groups towards the hangar bay.
(The mug was almost empty. Was there time to make another? No. Chit.)

A landing ramp descended, and Evoros strode in.

"We're going to need a pilot."

 

[Mariya Fleischer]

"Just going to declare upfront that flying isn't my specialty, Lady Boss."

The voice belonged to a certain blonde who was following behind Yvonne Evoros. Mariya had been giving out nicknames to people whom she met recently. Jaws for Ghorua the Shark, named after his big white teeth. Lady Boss for [member="Evoros"], who had took over the leadership mantle from Iron Lady Janeth Farr. She had yet to figure out a nickname for the old mercenary Gauntlet, though a few potential ones included Mr Cigar and Old Man. Someday, she might end up giving every single agent a nickname, which could also serve as a call sign during communications.

In the last mission, she had joined the crash party to clear up a whole bunch of lizard looking Knaars from an old mine. This time, Mariya wanted to do something more discrete. Shooting was fun, but she always had a preference for stealth missions. Taking down the station's internal systems played into her strengths.

"I think we should also bring a slicer for Team A."

Mariya remembered that there was a teenager called Whisper who always seemed to lurk around. Quick with fingers and a teenage attitude. Emerald eyes scanned the rest of the crowd, wondering if she would be coming along for this hostage rescue mission. Of course, there were always others who could fill in the gap. Even Mariya herself was capable of hacking, thanks to training from her military background. But it would always be easier to have a real specialist.

 

[Janeth Farr]

Collective Base

A familiar Mandalorian strode out from the gathered crowd. One red glove covering her right hand, leaving her left alone in its nakedness.

A blaster pistol hung loosely at her hip, swaying with her motion. "Someone say pilot?" As it so happened, Janeth spent most of her youth as a smuggler. She may not have been much for combat flying but she could run a blockade like no other. If they needed to get on board without detection, then she was definitely the woman for the job.

"My ship is too small for all of us, but I can fly anything short of a frigate." She said, removing her helmet to reveal a coy grin.

It has been some time since Janeth worked with a group. For the past many months her missions were all solo operations, and there were probably times people wondered if she was still alive. How could they forget the battle for Network Access? Her life was practically forfeit if she hadn't managed to escape Gorba's palace.

A feat she wasn't exactly sure how she mustered.

[member="Evoros"] | [member="Mariya Fleischer"]

 

[Evoros]

[member="Janeth Farr"] | [member="Mariya Fleischer"]

Her good mood finally broke through the surface.

"Good to see you, Janeth," Evoros greeted the smuggler, grin just about visible beneath a forced look of seriousness. "We have ships big enough for a group, long as nobody minds if it gets a little crowded. Team A's on their way."

She looked just a little less cheerful at that. The agent was rarely one to question her employers (out loud), preferring the reputation of silent efficiency. But if there was one decision she'd question, it was hiring the teenage slicer with the god complex.

Not important, obviously. She was far too experienced in consequences to let personal matters get in the way of the mission.

"Start getting ready to move," she told Janeth, expression unchanged.

 

[Skye Achlys]

Collective Base​

Skye was impatiently walking back and forth inside 'her' room. It hadn't been long since she arrived on this base. She had been hired by some unkown group and to be honest, Skye didn't really care who they were. Fact was, she had been ordered to help this group achieve some kind of diplomatic mission on this base. All she had to do was protect them, blablabla. It sounded easy and straight-forward at the time. However, doubts had started to arise inside the woman the moment she had seen the group she was going to be working with. It was an armed group, and a big one.
A group this large? They didn't need protection, they could easily handle themselves. That was, if this truly was going to be a diplomatic mission.


It was a very royal and pleasant room, Skye had to admit that, but she hadn't come here to relax on a comfortable chair.
Her eyes fell on the two goons positioned at the exit of the room. They were creepily observing her every move. "So," she started,"if I may ask, why am I here again? Was I not supposed to be your or your master's escort? Protector?"

One of the men gave her a grin. "You are, and you're doing a fantastic job."

"Then why am I kept in this room? I cannot protect anything from here!"

"You will be called for when necessary", replied the other, more serious man.

"No. Do not think me a fool", she said with a harsh tone. "The first thing you all did when we arrived here, was bringing me to this room, and, for some odd reason, they left two 'guards' near the exit. Preventing me from leaving"

"You're seeing things. Paranoid", grinned the guard while he slighty turned his hip to show Skye the blaster he was carrying.

Skye sighed, but figured it wasn't worth arguing over this. All she had to do, was wait for this so called diplomatic mission to end, and she could leave. However, she had barely turned around when a scream full of fear and agony made its way into her room. She immediately turned back around. "Sounds like my services are needed, don't you think". Unfortunatly, she noticed the men weren't planning on letting her go. "I command you, to step aside", she hissed as she walked up to men, now standing right in front of her.

"You are not part of our order, and therefore you do not outrank me and you cannot give me orders"

"Exactly, I am not one of you, and so, I can't give you orders, but neither can you give them to me", the dark-haired woman's voice started to sound more and more vicious.

One of the men reached for his blaster, but the other stopped him. "Let her see for herself. She won't be a problem."

Skye gave the men a hostile look while she quickly walked past them, and finally outside of that stupid room. Not two seconds later was she already greeted by the true nature of this 'diplomatic mission' and the source of the scream she heard earlier.
A woman was lying on the ground.
Dead.

It was only after she had seen the body when Skye started to hear them; numerous screams echoed through the corridors, sending shivers down her spine.

[member="Evoros"] [member="Janeth Farr"] [member="Mariya Fleischer"]