For My Third Act...Operation: Clean Sweep

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="The Anarchist"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

General Omar Santiago looked at the half dozen men assembled before him with that hard, calculating stare that was his signature trademark. One could hardly guess at what he was thinking, especially in his long moments of silence. He wasn't the type of man that gave long lectures. He was always straight and to the point. There was no reason to beat around the bush. Even when it meant that he was sending his men on a suicide mission. Each and every one of them knew what they had signed up for.

A kilometre away was their target, just outside of Chasin City in Warehouse District number Twelve. Intelligence reports suggested that high quantities of spice and restricted weapons were being funnelled through in the ninth building. The owner, Kenneth Waters, was not very forthcoming when it came to details. Unfortunately, all of his paperwork checked through. No doubt it was due to bribery and the lax in regulations brought on by the previous administration. General Santiago was a firm believer in rules and law. He didn't believe in skirting them, even if it meant that he would get the outcome he wanted. Without rules, there was chaos. Anarchy.

So they needed evidence. They needed witnesses. And with the new President giving him the right to get things done his way, this whole operation shouldn't last long. Did he expect it to succeed at first? No. They would just be getting their feet wet, testing the waters to see how deep it is.

General Santiago preferred his soldiers to always be in uniform, but for this operation, they needed to blend in with the warehouse workers and gang members. So he ordered them to dress the part. And dress the part, they did.

"The time for having these crooks think that they can run our streets is over. Now I know that each and every one of you would rather that we storm in and force them all to surrender. But that will not lead us to the source. Infiltrate, gather evidence and then we take it all down. Those are your orders. There will be no court systems involved, but my own. I am their judge, I am their jury, and I am their executioner." He looked to the two soldiers that he charged with leading this part of the Operation, Felswoop and O'tama, giving them a curt nod. "You are dismissed."

General Santiago waited for them all to leave, before heading to his vehicle. He brought out his commlink and and sent a quick message to Kay. "The Operation is a go." That was all that the newly elected President needed to hear right now.

 

[Kenrath]

Commenor,

Warehouse District Number Twelve

Spoiler: The look

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It had been a long time since the man simply known as The Anarchist had been to such a place. It would be one thing if he was on vacation but he wasn't.

Well not what most people would consider a vacation. However he was actually having fun.

Trade worlds had credits and lots of them. The kind of mount of credits that the scum of the galaxy wanted to get their hands on. However the leaders of Commenor would not being very friendly and sharing. The negotiations were not going very well, or fast enough. So to help create incentive The Anarchist was called.



The Anarchist stood in the eighth building along a row of warehouses surrounded by a dozen of his followers. Each had their own skill sets and their own purposes.

"Gather around..........................."

He waited only the briefest moments before he continued.

"The Lords and Ladies in their Ivory Towers want to keep you poor and living in squalor." "Will you sit back and let them take from you what is yours?"

He paused as the murmurs started. The downtrodden were always easy to manipulate.

"Or will you fight back, will you stand up against injustice." "Today we will teach them we are not to be ignored, not to be tossed away like trash."

Under the hood he smiled.

"Let the preparations begin."

As he finished talking a flurry of activity began. Weapons were gathered, lookouts were posted, and a personal favorite of The Anarchist explosives were prepared. Havoc would be reeked that day, people would die, property would be destroyed, but importantly a message would be sent. Commenor belong to the people and the people would take it back.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was just finishing her evening meal when she had heard General Santiago's voice over her commlink. So it had begun. The first phase. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and got to her feet, heading over to one of the windows in her office that overlooked Chasin City. The sun was setting. No doubt the soldiers would be going in during the next shift change. It should be an easy transition.

She leaned against the sill as she thought about how Commenor used to be, and of what it had become. Everyone did well before. Everyone had good paying jobs, good places to live, good education and good food in their bellies. And now? Trickle down economics was pushed through and it was failing the Commenori. Only the top business people and politicians gained any wealth, while others were left to fall into destitute. It wasn't right.

To get back to where they needed to be, Kay had a plan set in motion that contained many different stages. An obtained datacard revealed the crooked politicians that let this all happen. One by one they were being removed from office and replaced. More credits were being pooled into the police and military forces to take out the Crime Lords and gangs that took advantage of those that had very little. And then finally, there would be credits given for everyone in need to help lift them out of poverty.

With war and chaos all around their planet, they needed to band together and not fight from within. Hopefully this will help with that.

Kay kept at her window and just watched and waited. She had a small sense of dread creeping up and was determined to see her gut feeling be wrong. But one never knew what would happen on operations like this one.

Of course she couldn't go down there herself. Her friends and security team wouldn't allow it. Her position wouldn't allow it. At times that just didn't seem fair, but she knew their reasoning. One cannot lead a planet while one was dead.

[member="The Anarchist"] [member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="The Anarchist"] [member="Lady Kay"]

Location: The Warehouse

All good Rebellions and Criminal networks needed guns, and lot's of them. Hala was the one that brought them in. She'd been running guns to the Street gangs and riff raff of this place for about half a galactic year now, but the tides were changing. She was leaning up against a crate near the Crimson Dragon, her own CR-90 and sporting a scowl.

This Anarchist guy wanted to blow the building she guessed. The number of explosives being placed was staggering, but not compared to the zeal these mercs had. He'd fired them up, good and proper. In her gut she knew this was the end. The pipeline to Commenor would shrink as the aftershock of the devastation took hold and the government tightened their noose. Which meant she was out to loot the city dry while the chaos unfolded.

"Well frak it. Might as well get our cut, whaddya say Drexal?"

The Rodian nodded, cracking open the case, revealing gleaming shiny disruptor rifles.

They were passed out among the riff raff and Hala grabbed her own, locking the bolt to the rear and slamming a cartridge in. She crossed the room, right next to the Anarchist Character.

"What's the plan stan."

 

[Jace Felswoop]

Sergeant Storm wasn't the sort to waste time.

When the briefing had finished, he had immediately grouped with his Fireteam. There were four of them, making them five in total instead of four in total, including the leader.

"You get it?"

"Yes, sir!" They confirmed.

Even though these strings of missions were morally good, they would likely look bad if they linked back to Kay. Even if she wanted a clean government, she was employing the military to root out the bad guys. It was smart, but Storm knew it could be twisted to make her look bad. Their unit was risking looking bad, and thus causing others to look even more down on the Galactic Republic. Not that he particularly cared, the Fireteam was his. It had been for years.

Only his death could take them away from him.

"Let's move."

Later on...

Five Republic Commandos.

Five discreetly snapped necks. Whether they belonged to, [member="The Anarchist"], or apart of the gang that was within the targeted warehouse, it didn't matter. They were taken so that they could get ready for the next phase.

"Everyone in position?" The deep voice of the Khommite-Human hybrid that was Jace Felswoop spoke over the encrypted frequency.

Radio silence had been his orders before they had deployed. The only sounds of confirmation were clicks over the commlink, and that was all that was necessary. That way they couldn't be traced if anyone was trying to slice into their channel. Voice comms were rarely used, so they wouldn't pop up on scanners anyway. Pulling his slugthrower rifle off of his shoulders, he was prone on the edge of a building a quarter of a kilometre away from the eighth warehouse.

[member="Hala Jast"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Kenrath]

The Anarchist smirked it just barely visible under his hood.

"Do I look like a guy with a plan?"

He watched everyone work. Every few minutes the lookouts would check in an all clear. After a minute he turned back to [member="Hala Jast"] to better answer her question.

"This government like all governments is corrupt and corruption needs to be rooted out." "The plan is simple." "When the government's goons arrive we are going to give them a proper welcome." "The warehouse beside us is holding a great deal of spice and other illegal products." "When they raid it we are going to let them feel like they one and then we are going to crash the party." "That is unless they hit this warehouse first."

He paused.

"Either way it doesn't matter a little Anarchy is good for the cause."

He smiled when during the next check in two of the lookouts didn't respond. He reached over in the cargo container beside him and pulled out a Thermal detonator tossing it up in the air and catching it like it a star Huttball player showing off his skills.

"Looks like today is our lucky day boys."

He set the thermal and tossed it in front of one of the entrances followed quickly by pulling the twin blasters from his hip holsters.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Jace Felswoop"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="The Anarchist"] [member="Jace Felswoop"]

"Whom do you think I am? Some kind of ignorant Spacer trash! I've been dodging organized governments for years guy." Hala snorted at the man.

He was super arrogant, more arrogant than she could ever imagine. With her rifle at the high ready she took a knee behind the crates on the far side of the bay. There might be a great fight in the door, but it was a fatal funnel. Her only focus was destroying whatever came through it as their numbers counted for little going one at a time.

"Ready?" Draxel asked, slipping a scope onto his own rifle and wrenching it down.

"Hel yea, lets burn this crap hole to the ground!"

 

[Zerrosk O'tama]

Zerrosk had been one of the many men in the group of police forces and military that volunteered to at least make an attempt to wipe out the criminal suck of warehouse district twelve. No longer fearful for their lives, for they understood their mission, the platoon he'd be leading were not elite trained and had basic experience in discreet missions. So did he. He was just a shiny infantryman, willing to serve the good cause for this engagement. However, they all wore light armor, the only vulnerability being his orange, glowing eyes of hard light. But, if anyone had spotted them hed anticipated that they'd be swiftly dealt with.

The men had moved out as soon as they were given the order to leave, not by vehicle however, by beast. The only reason they really travelled by nature, was because if they needed any mauling done, the closest loyal beast would shred their opponent into threads and blood. When they arrived at their destination they abandoned the beasts and went by foot, occasionally sharing glances with the commando fire team. Their displays had lit up targets inside as they crawled up the side of the warehouse, getting their eyes on the targets inside of the pool of criminals wandering about. He finally broke comms silence, speaking in code.

"Reaper 1-1 10-21 WHD-12. RTE. Possibles malignants here."
"Reaper 1-2 10-21 WHD-12. RTE. Possibles malignants here."
"Reaper 1-3 10-21 WHD-12. RTE. Possibles malignants here."
"Reaper 1-4 10-21 WHD-12. RTE. Possibles malignants."
"Sundown 1-1, RTE."

The men placed themselves about, ready to deploy camouflaged tubes and activate camo, taking on the enemies from the center of their warehouse. He then ordered one of the infantry medics to document their warehouse activities to use it as info later. The only man of Sundown was ready to pick off any scouts sent in from other areas by [member="The Anarchist"]. He awaited te signal to engage the hostile a after the information was gathered.

(Sorry if it's short or there are grammar errors, on mobile.)

[member="Hala Jast"]
[member="The Anarchist"]
[member="Jace Felswoop"]
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Outside and on the other side of Warehouse Eight, Private Hobbes was getting ready for the shift change. He had been on this mission for a few weeks now, hand picked by General Santiago to go undercover and learn the ins and outs of the warehouses. He worked as a dockhand, loading and unloading crates for shipping. It was an easy job, but the size of this particular warehouse and the number of crates required a good number of them to be on hand. And with the recent election of Lady Kay, business in this warehouse was booming. Rumours were circulating of the noose around the underground market tightening up, so the Crime Lords and gangs were getting the most business that could be done as soon as possible. They just didn't know how soon it was going to end.

Hobbes waited with the other dock hands, smoking outside, laughing at stupid jokes as they poked fun at eachother and told wild stories about the women they've slept with. There was always competition on that subject. Hobbes looked at the time and put the butt out of his smoke with his boot while he spoke, "Time to head in. J.P. is coming to get the crates tonight. You know he runs a tight schedule."

"J.P.? He's the biggest douche to ever work for Vankam."

Hobbes caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked to Warehouse Nine and narrowed his eyes slightly. Something wasn't right. "Yeah well, we don't get to choose who works for Vankam. I'll handle J.P., you guys just handle the rest."

All of them went inside of Warehouse Eight to start their late night shift. While everyone else went to their forklifts and set to work, Hobbes went out to the loading dock to meet up with J.P.

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"Any word from Santiago? There's activity next door."

J.P. nodded. "Clean sweep is what he tells me. Starts tonight, so we better get this haul outta here."

"Just this last dozen dirty crates and this warehouse will be done. The other crates are clean." From what he knew of General Santiago's strategy, it was perfect. Weed out the criminals with one hand, while eliminating the crimes with the other. Each scenario was intricately planned out. "He's a real genius, you know."

"Who? Santiago?" Hobbes nodded with a small smile as he headed off to his forklift to load up the crates onto the cargo barge. J.P. merely rolled his eyes at the young man. "Yeah, real genius...." He had his own choice of words to describe the General, and genius wasn't one of them. J.P. risked a glance at Warehouse Nine before getting onto his barge. Hobbes better load up fast before the firefight began and they could risk blowing their cover.

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Meanwhile at the Presidential Palace, Kay continued to watch from the window. She only knew a part of General Santiago's plan and she hoped that it would work. In no way did she want Commenor to become a police state. She wanted the Commenori to live in freedom and peace. She wanted them to prosper, like before.

Her security were on alert, just in case things went badly. Afterall, not all criminals were manipulated idiots. Some were geniuses themselves and could use the same sleight of hand techniques as the General did. Two guards remained in Kay's office with her, while two others stood outside of her door in the hallway. They had orders by the Elders that she was not to be left alone. And so they remained to watch over their charge.


[member="Zerrosk O'tama"] [member="The Anarchist"] [member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="Hala Jast"]

 

[Jace Felswoop]

Sergeant Storm clicked several times on the mic.

That was the signal to move in.

Two members of his Fireteam were infiltrating the Warehouse via climbing the side of the building in camouflaged armour, or at least colours, Jace didn't care about the specifics, and they were infiltrating from the roof o the Warehouse.

Regardless, the clicks on the mic were the signal to go for the Fireteam.

Figuring that the military police that volunteered with [member="Zerrosk O'tama"] would move when the Fireteam did, the transparisteel windows of the warehouse had been shot out, the Fireteam that had been moving gradually closer to the warehouse after they had all confirmed their positions came in on ziplines and the duo scaling the side of the building with ascension cables, entering through the roof and dropping onto the walkways.

There was an explosion in front of the doors, but Fireteam Storm didn't stop. Jace knew something was up, but the rest of his Team figured it was a distraction to draw out the gang as they came up from the place they least expected.

The Warehouse itself.

Jace himself was crashing through a window himself and balancing on the window ledge as his slugthrower rifle was already clipping soldiers.

All of his Fireteam was in the catwalks towards the high ceiling of the Warehouse, or balancing in the window ledges, clearing a way for the other law enforcers and soldiers that were on the Black Ops Operation.

"Secure the goods," he ordered over the comms.

There was a feminine grunt on the other end.

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="The Anarchist"], [member="Hala Jast"]

 

[Kenrath]

The Anarchist rolled his eyes at [member="Hala Jast"] with a snort.

"If dodging is what you are into then you are with the wrong crew." "We don't avoid Governments we cripple them, and anyone who helps them."

As all feth broke loose he opened fire on the closest target with both blasters. His fire swept from the outside in towards the center and back out again. His men all fired in unison with him picking targets as they chose.

He screamed at the cops and soldiers over the hail of blaster fire.

"Good job geniuses.................way to raid an empty warehouse."

He paused to blast a guy that tried to charge him before reaching to a crate beside him and picking up the detonator wired to the explosives they had prepped before the raid started.


"Sucks to be you."

He hit the button as a half dozen bombs around the room exploded. He smiled watching the carnage for a moment before taking off in a dead run towards the back of the warehouse and a predetermined exit.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay jumped in her place by the window as she saw the explosions. It wasn't just one. There were many. That was not what she was expecting. Did people make it out on time? What about innocents? Were there any of them about?

She waited to hear any reports, anything coming from General Santiago, but as expected there was nothing. One of her security detail came over to the window and observed before speaking to her. "You should come away from the window, Madam President. For your safety." Kay wanted to argue, but didn't. She knew better. Too many people would chastise her if she didn't. Instead she went over to her desk and sat down, waiting for information to arrive.

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The explosions came just as the last of the crates were being loaded up. Soon everyone was evacuating. J.P. and Hobbes exchanged knowing looks. One of the worst case scenarios that they had planned for was now commencing. J.P. secured the barge and took out his blaster rifle while Hobbes brought out his pistol. They snuck around and observed from some bushes to see just who the culprits were.

@The Amarchist [member="Jace Felswoop"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"] [member="Hala Jast"]