Forgive Us Our Sins [TSE]

[Amaya Cardei]

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From Korriban to Bastion, rise Saaraishash.

Those disgruntled members of the Brotherhood have fled the watch of the Saaraishash on Korriban. It was learned that they aim to terrorize the citizens of this Empire from Dromund Kaas to Bastion. Intelligence has tracked them down to their first target and while still others are en route for Bastion, you must stop them. If they reach their targets it will be absolute chaos and destruction for the innocents throughout the Empire. Meanwhile, Intelligence has discovered information brokers moving through Kaas City and Ravelin, it is unknown if they are working with these disgruntled Sith but make no mistake. We will not leave anything to chance, find them, take their data and eliminate them. Ensure that whatever happens to these brokers, that the Empire is in no way implicated. Assassins, go to your Master [member="Darth Ophidia"] and find your assignments and be sure that you are worthy of the title Sith Assassin.


Make no mistake, blood will be spilled.

It must be spilled.

Pray to your gods that your sins be forgiven, for your Emperor commands your complete obedience.



Locations:

Kaas City
- Without a doubt perhaps one of the most historical places within the Empire, Korriban aside. It has always been the face of the Empire from one era to another, and now it is once more a target. The starport, generators, the citadel, and academy are likely targets but perhaps more so is the expansion district of Kaas City. There are many more civilians here which give these terrorists more targets. Information brokers are more likely to be closer to the sources of information such as the citadel as they are posing as members of the Intelligence Agency. It is known that high ranking apprentices working for these terrorist Sith Lords have come to the Academy on Dromund Kaas seeking allies. Eliminate them.

New Frontier Medical Research Center
- Located on Dromund Kaas, this facility contains a number of deadly infectious diseases and is rumored to be where many of the Sith's finest biochemists are hard at work. Inquisition and agents alike are to ensure that no harm comes to the facility and that the information housed here, remains here. Be mindful of where you are within this facility however as there are ongoing experimentations, be sure that you do not become one of them.

The Lost City
- Heretical Siths in association with those who have fled the Saaraishash's eyes on Korriban have been traced to a small path leading to the Lost City. What is not known is their intent, tread carefully for the Lost City is not for the faint of heart. Your duty is to ensure that none who arrive with this party of heretical Siths leave it alive. Know that the power of the Dark Side is strong here, and if you have not already given yourself over to it - then be ready to do so.

Ravelin
- The capital of the Empire makes itself a target for simply existing, however, the focus here will be the residential, science, and industrial sectors. The military has been placed on standby for the moment, acolytes working on behalf of these disgruntled masters are sure to take to either one of these sectors. While the information brokers may be more likely to be within the science or possibly the military sector of the city. Narrow down the possibilities before time runs out, the last thing the Empire needs is to have its capital attacked by its own homegrown terrorist.

The Great Sith-Imperial Library
- Heretical Siths have been spotted here, it is known that they intend to destroy the information here. Saaraishash, your job is to stop them and ensure the safety of this knowledge. Information brokers may be found here as well but take caution as sure as these brokers may seem harmless, knowledge is power. Make sure that there are no witnesses to whatever may befall these brokers and heretical Siths.

Immemorial Hall Opera House and Theater
- An opera surrounding the Age of Rebellion has been ongoing for the last two months, their final show will be tonight. Intelligence feels that this will be a prime target for terrorists and that they may indeed be within the audience and part of the stage crew. The company managing the show has reported several of its own members missing having had to hire people on short notice. Intelligence and Saaraishash must work in tandem to ensure the safety of the population here, there is no room for error.

 

[Kimora Min]

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Kimora Min
Vagrant - Sith-Imperial Foreign Intelligence Agency
Operation: Curtain Call
Immemorial Hall Opera House and Theater
Tags: None


A crowd began to formed just outside the Immemorial Hall Opera House and Theater, waiting for the doors of the opera house to open. If there were ever a time to be a patron of Immemorial Hall, this was both the best and worst time to be one. The final showing of the Age of Rebellion was at hand. It would certainly be a spectacle, a sight to see, however, dissidents and terrorists were worming their way in to the workings of the opera in order to commence an attack on the Empire and it's citizens. It was a threat much to large for any one of the Sith intelligence agencies to ignore. So many innocents unaware of what was to transpire. They came for a brilliant show and, should the Empire's agents fail, only few would leave with their lives.

"I'm in position outside the Opera House. Getting inside will be difficult with this crowd but it should make for easy infiltration into secured areas. Security looks lax. We should have let the theater know of the possible threat. I know the information makes this only a possibility, but my gut is telling me that the terrorists are already here. I just know it." said the young agent Kimora Min into her communicator. Ont he other end was her handler who provided overwatch from a rooftop not far from the Opera House.

"We don't know for sure, Kimora. We can't take any chances revealing ourselves to the terrorists too early. IF we do, they'll be on the run before we can even spot them. No, we must be the ones several steps ahead and not them." her handler replied.

"Yes, sir." she replied. "I see an opening, I'm going in." Kimora stated as she weaved through the crowd.

"Good luck, agent." her handler stated proudly.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Immemorial Hall Opera House and Theater
Tags: [member="Kimora Min"]

Insubordination.

An insufferable word that caused disharmony amongst that hard fought order of the Empire. Months ago a group of Imperial rebels attempted to assassinate the Emperor’s life, hoping to swiftly strike to take control of the central power that would have been vacated and undermine the bureaucracy into their own perverted schemes. Luckily they had failed and retreated, using their resources to establish their own power and await for the retaliation of the Empire. Judge, Jury, and Executioner came relentlessly to those traitors. They put up somewhat of a fight, merely stalling their inevitable deaths. The survivors were little as many were placed in the harsh labor camps, forever living a life of misery...a just punishment for their sins.

While that rebellion was silenced there would always be elements of chaos wanting to destroy the foundations of the Empire and see it all collapse into dust and ruins.

No rest for Bline and his beloved Saaraishash.

The High Inquisitor found it much more important to be staged at the capital of the Empire rather than other worlds that do indeed share significance, yet not as much as Bastion. One target intelligence assumed would be struck was the dazzling opera hall that brought many subjects from different sectors to see its fine art and culture. Djorn, surprisingly, had no taste for such hobbies. They bored him, having no appreciation for art. Showed more of how unorthodox of an Imperial he was, though he was a loyal subject with unquestionable patriotism.

”We won’t be the only ones on this case, Nemesis. Other agencies are present, though be delicate in to whom you share information to,” the High Inquisitor disengaged from his comms to his personal squad of Saaraishash operatives. The agent was dressed in a formal suit; however, it wasn’t just a suit he wore. Underneath the expensive fabrics was an armorweave bodyglove designed with optic and sensor stealth technologies. All paired with a single blaster pistol and a knife. Low armament and gear as tonight would require careful precision from the Empire’s best.

There was no room for failure unless they wished to be punished for their lack of service.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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"Such power," Zafrael cooed letting the wisp of smoke rise from his chapped lips. He cracked a smile, his cybernetic hand took hold of the cigarra. There was something in the chill of the night that brought a touch of happiness to him. Or maybe it was the demise of the Sith. He wasn't a fan but then he wasn't a fan of much of anyone these days. Why not the Sith? Here they sat relaxed in such lofty opulence, and if a bunch of archaic dinosaurs could rid the Galaxy of the First Order...

Zaf puffed on the cigarra.

Why not him with the Sith?

It seemed a little too easy, but then he had time to invest. Time to study his opponents, to study the way that Bastion worked he let the cigarra into his body. A flicker of sulfur could be seen in his eyes, "such pleasures..." his voice trailed off. The Opera would be starting soon, and he knew his crew were in their places. As members of staff, as members of the audience, and even now they would work to betray the very inner workings of both the Saaraishash and the Intelligence Agency.

But perhaps even now, as Zaf looked up to the abyssal night sky. He wondered if one of his own hadn't betrayed him already... Who would be the Anakin to his Obi-Wan? His smile did not wain, no instead it only grew, anarchy. Zaf craved it as much as he craved any pleasure, it really sent a feeling of pure joy throughout his body. He pulled the cigarra away from his lips and watched the embers burn into the crisp bright orange hues as the wind licked at the ashes. Embers danced away into the night, and high above him was someone else... Something else.

He wasn't fond of the Empire, but there were just some snakes that had to be put down. Zaf was definitely one of them at least according to the man holding the rifle. Estevon Marcos de San Pedro y Realonda, the few friends that he had called him, "Hombre." Hombre had learned something of Zaf's plans early on but had little in the way of muscle or money in these parts of the Galaxy. Instead, he steadily tipped the right people off and as it stood the Sith were on alert. Hombre flicked his tongue along the lip ring's edge the ink in his neck tattoo shimmered forward up along his neck to the back of his ear. "Take it easy, Kuya," his voice was smooth - deep, a small rasp from the bad habit of smoking.

Hombre wasn't officially intelligence, and he wasn't on any wanted list that he knew of. He was just a man trying to set things right, and turn around for the homeworld. Zaf was merely in the way, but Hombre was more than happy to help end the man's schemes. He could smell Zaf's choice of smoke for the evening and it made his stomach turn. Cheap cigarras, what a waste, Hombre thought for a moment as he looked down his sights. If he fired now, Zaf's kids would only escalate the plan. No. He had to take his time with it, and instead he retreated from the sanctuary of the rooftop and headed down.

Along the way he tipped intelligence and the Saaraishash. Check the audience members, and check the staff - he gave a list of names of the missing. Didn't say what had become of the missing - a fate Hombre didn't even know but he was sure it wasn't good. They weren't too far from the Opera House, and as Hombre got to street level he could just see the top of it. Immemorial crested just over the bulidings that even in their most pristine condition spoke to something darker here.

[member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Kimora Min"]​

 

[Djorn Bline]

It could be seen as a lucky guess with how the Saaraishash and Intelligence had their presence here at the opera house. Some sort of miracle, perhaps a seer predicted this night to come with terror approaching the hour, its web wanting to fully unwind itself to complete its objective. Not everything was known from the back of his hand, or else that would possibly make him into a Force Sensitive being. No, it was none of that nonsense. Simply put there was a man working in the inside of this degenerate opponent, defecting from his ranks and wishing to put an end to this scheme. Apparently the mastermind wanted to send a message, a message to show how the ordinary can conquer the mighty; all because they were too bored with their life. Maybe it was more to imprint their name into history, having the Galaxy know of his horrific acts and have them forever remembered.

He wasn’t the first one to attempt, nor the last.

There would be a nice cell waiting for his presence.

This Hombre informant wouldn’t face any repercussions all thanks to having a right mind in doing what is correct. No consequences to fear, and might be awarded a medal for his valor. Now they just needed to accomplish the mission with time limited.

Djorn had just received word from the informant regarding to hostile elements embedded within the opera. Enemies masqueraded themselves as spectators and the staff members. Catching and compromising the impostors of the staff would be easy with the list of names given, something that could not be said the same for the audience members. No names or faces. It all came down to seduction skills and observing behaviors.

”And here we go.”

[member="Sith Muse"] [member="Kimora Min"]

 

[Amaya Cardei]

The curtains went up and the show would begin and as the dulcet tones of the Soporano began to cascade throughout the opera house. Everything ran normal, everything was normal as far as everyone in attendance was concerned. The lights dimmed over the audience and a spotlight on the stage lent darkness to those working in the shadow. Zaf chucked his cigarra into a puddle that put out the stick and let the blue charismatic smoke waft into the air. Smoke. The smoke would be the first part of the plan, it was derived from a plant a kind of plant that would put both Force Users and Non-Force Users into a happy state of mind. Numb to their surroundings, making them unaware of the plans Zaf had in mind.

Hombre was on the move, he stepped close to the puddle and would have missed the cigarra if not for the unusual stench. While he at first dismissed it as a cheap cigarra when he was on the rooftop. He realized now it was his error, he bent down to pick up the now out blunt. "Alchemy." He muttered beneath his lips, and was quick to send another quick alert. They would have to move fast, for even as he rushed toward the back of the building. Agents from Zaf's organization had already made the switch with the production's fog machine. It was in a dumpster nearby, ventilation would be key.

[member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Kimora Min"]