Faction God That's Brilliant | Station C

[Avenyx Bevan]

ODESSEN - CAIROKA'S GATE
QUARTERMASTER'S WORKSHOP - FIRING RANGE
1002 HOURS LOCAL TIME
[INSPIRATION]
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As the operatives of the Hidden Path's ad hoc intelligence operation filed into the firing range at the back end of the Quartermaster's Workshop complex, the first thing most would probably notice was the collection of vaguely translucent forms that looked something like mannequins, but supplemented with bits and bobs from around the workshop. Each was a different species, and some had distinguishable genders, and each had a holographic face that occasionally played an idle animation, giving the entire scene a touch of the uncanny valley. The waist-high counters that would usually keep shooters far enough away to give the firing range targets a sporting chance had been pushed to one side, and a variety of weapons were laid out on top -- blasters, slugthrowers, vibroblades, and a few prototypes.

As they got closer, the operatives would likely notice that each of the mannequins -- standing in for the firing range paper targets -- bore the face of one of the galaxy's villains, either of today or of yesteryear. The central mannequin bore the face of Darth Solipsis atop its admittedly paradoxical humanoid female form. The one to his right bore the shiny dome of Marlon Sularen , the gleam of a disused protocol droid's chrome-plated head glinting baldly even through the hologram. An obese Gamorrean form on the Emperor's left wore the holographic visage of one Natasi Fortan , at least having the good grace to wear the chic bobbed hairstyle the Grand Moff wore at the height of the first First Order's war against the old Galactic Alliance in an attempt to fit her in with the rogue's gallery. Darth Carnifex gazed imperiously up at the room (at least, as imperiously as was possible from atop the form of a diminutive Ugnaught body) beyond the former Grand Moff, while rounding out the five mannequins on Sularen's right was Emperor Palpatine himself, a rather unconvincing archival holo that seemed to be stuck in a loop of him laughing.

"Ah -- come in," said Avenyx Bevan, looking up from her preparation as she heard shuffling. "Just wherever you can find a spot. You can sit on those crates if you like." The redhead looked around, noting those in attendance, smiled tightly. "Welcome to my workshop. If you haven't been here before, this is usually a firing range where you can practice with your weapons or test out the prototypes Q Branch is working on. Today I've repurposed things for a bit of an icebreaking exercise." She gestured toward the mannequins. "As you can see, our guests here are some of the many villains that have plagued the galaxy -- or are currently doing so. We'll come back to them in a moment."

She pushed her white labcoat back behind her pockets so she could jam her hands into her trouser pockets. "This -- Station C -- is new to all of us. We don't know one another well, at least not all of us do. So I thought we'd rectify that a little. In order to fully utilize all of our strengths, I need to know how you like to operate. Where your strengths are. How your mind works. Say there are ten people in the room; I suspect if I said you had the opportunity to neutralize the Emperor under a specific set of circumstances and asked you how you'd do it, I'd get ten different answers. Some of you may like the direct approach -- a blaster to the head. Others, maybe something quieter, a knife." She drew a blade from her pocket and turned, flinging it at Solipsis' head. The butt of the blade bounced harmlessly off the mannequin's shoulder, but did lodge into Sularen's shoulder on the rebound.

Bevan glanced sheepishly back at the group. "Well... we've all got our strengths. That's the point. So, this exercise is for several purposes. First, given the chance, how would you neutralize the threat? Note that assassination is certainly allowed, but not required. Second, I want to get to know your methods, your approaches, your preferences. That way I can get a good idea for what missions will best utilize your strengths. And obviously I want you to get to know one another, too. Bounce ideas off one another, work together, riff -- whatever. Have fun with it. And while we're here, if you have ideas for a type of weapon or gadget that you'd like to have access to for your missions, that's also my department, so we can chat about it and I'll see what I can do about getting you exactly what you need."

A beat, and she spread her hands. "Right, then. If there are no questions?" The Quartermaster folded her hands together in front of her. "Let's say we're able to land you in the Throne Room spire of the Death Star III that was heisted from Atrisia with the Emperor on board. What's next? Don't be shy."

 

[Ikki Ike]

The Hidden paths many groups... many sections were interesting to say the least. Her hands swiftly moving as she cleaned, polished and ensured everything looked wonderful. She hadn't been recruited... Matsu had told her where they were and she had appeared... had begun cleaning and few seemed to question. THey had structure but they also usually fell into the same place as others. The cleaning staff who handled things after they were done... after they had destroyed droids, or worked on many aspects of their training and equipment. They ignored the ones who cleaned as Ikki stood among the droids and few others who worked. her small size, bronzed skin and unassuming looks.. she barely looked strong enough to lift many of the things in the cleaning packs. She moved quickly and quietly her eyes tracking everyone there while her senses remained outwards. The force concealing her presence and her natural gift of being unassuming. Her maid uniform only there as she looked at Avenyx Bevan with a bow before she was offering refreshments. "THe kitchen made you sandwiches sir."

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

The fun part about the physiology of a Shi’do is being more or less a shapeshifter. A lone, unassuming figure walked in with everyone else, he was dressed plainly, wearing non descript gear and carrying an old Westar. What made all of this interesting was that he was here as a favor for a friend. That was a fun conversation they had, the friend asking him to show up and help out. Reminding the individual he owed the man a favor.

That man was Gym Halpern, former XO of the 5th Reactionary fleet in both the SJDF and the GADF and now head of Naval Engineering in GAL Ltd. What does any of that have to do with this individual? He was Rojhur Pouihl, having served in the same fleet but as flight Director and eventually Captain of one of the fleet’s carriers. He proudly served in the Royal Naboo Republic Navy (Now the High Republic) before being gravely injured and learning they would not clear him to return to active duty.

So he was here.

You owe me now, Gym.

Then slowly, he shifted back into his primary human form(he IS Shi’do, but prefers the way he looks now. He has for over one hundred fifty years.

Howdy. Dibs on sneaky stabby.

 

[Ivo Mozorov]

Avenyx Bevan | Ikki Ike | Rojuhr Pouihl

He was already sitting on one of the crates and studying the shape of the villains currently plaguing the universe. And the ones that had plagued it in the past.

It was a bit of a surprise to see Natasi Fortan part of the rogue gallery. Last Ivo heard she was the current ruler of one of the Alliance systems, loyal by all accounts to the idea of order and law, but maybe there was something he was missing. The tenure of being the Grand Moff of the First Order was a bit more controversial, but he figured that you had to cut people some slack. If they switched sides and stayed there at least.

"I mean, no offense, miss Bevan, but if I found myself in the throne room alone with the Dark Lord of the Sith..." He shrugged there a little. "I'd be trying to find a way OUT of that mess."

Some of the others in attendance laughed and boo'ed him, which made him chuckle.

"Okay, okay, fine. Um. I'd probably use some sort of gas, a grenade? You know, the ones that kill a forcer's connection to their magical powers? I mean, what is the Dark Lord without the Dark Side? Then after that, I just smother him with a pillow or something."

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

Run? Awww that’s no fun! Hey! I’m a poet and didn’t know it! Might as well at least try and lighten the mood. It was true though, this was a tough situation any of them would be in, but there was something else that he had an idea about. Tech could solve an issue if they had it.

This guy Ivo is on to something.

I can make a call, but I think they have flashbangs that can even blind them. I know a guy.


Ivo Mozorov , Ikki Ike , Avenyx Bevan

 

[Ikki Ike]

Avenyx Bevan Rojuhr Pouihl Ivo Mozorov

She listened to them speak while she moved, quietly to not disturb their conversations and made sure there were things replaced after it had been used up. Quicker and with deft hands while she was passing out the sandwiches to the ones there. Lunch as it were and she provided waters but remained there on the peripheral when she fussed with a few things. Raising a small eyebrow for a moment at the mention of using the gas grenades to disrupt or running away from the emperor.. Smart moves if you could mitigate the small drawbacks but it showed better thinking then some she had seen before you only tried to shoot things or went destroy everything.