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Its Terminal, but Don't Worry We Killed it![Faction/PM For Invite]

[member="SC-4486"] [member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Daedel"] [member="Ciel Hawkins"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Ezra Klev"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Razelle Breuner"]

Terminus

It was a hub world on the edge of the galaxy, a thriving trade world within the Outer Rim that was undisputedly one of the most important planets that still lay unclaimed by the major powers that currently be. How long that would still last was up to anyone's guess or debate, however, Alva herself didn't care about that. What the crinan woman did care about was that it was a heavily trafficked shipping center on the western side of the galaxy. A region of space near which the Empire was regrouping and would eventually find itself positioned once its strength was finally gathered together completely, which was only a matter of time now.

As it was then, those within the Imperial command chain weren't exactly pleased that a. . .particular criminal element that was taking up residence on the expansive market world, or their apparent connections with a local administrator in control of some of the market avenues. Normally pirates weren't so bothersome, but a group that was using influence over mid level local government officials to prevent open retaliation for their raiding activities was incredibly annoying. Especially when Terminus was sitting on not just one, but two highly profitable trade routes, and positioned at an intersection of two vital hyperlanes that connected the Outer Rim to the Core on this side of the galaxy.

Since it wasn't a planet under their control, it wasn't as if the Empire could simply drop a brigade of Stormtroopers to flush out the criminal organization. Not without causing a political scene potentially. So they only had one proper response for the illegal syndicate running an operation under such circumstances. That being to send in sections of the Imperial Intelligence and select agents from other branches to quietly and discreetly eliminate every single major facet of the group. Which was why Alva herself was intending to oversee the mission through personally. Although perhaps she was being a little impulsive and self serving by also using the opportunity to teach her students some more.

To which she was hoping that a certain chiss woman would also help in that regard.

Regardless, it was time for everyone's briefing, and the young Imperial didn't care if they ended up thinking she was long winded, she was going to give them a very thorough evaluation of their assignments considering how delicate a mass assassination and sabotage operation was, especially one that was supposed to be extremely covert. The crinan woman merely hoped they would all perform their assigned tasks diligently, faithfully, and capably. Clad in her own Dragoon Class Armor, a custom made modified variant of the normal crinan combat armor of her homeworld, Alva would turn to address the gathered Imperials alongside her.

"Everyone here is aware of what we're doing tonight, so this is merely to ensure there are no misconceptions about anyone's role for this mission." The gathered assortment was highly qualified so she honestly doubted that she would have to baby them for the entirety of the operation. After all, a few were her own apprentices, some were trained Field Agents, others Storm Commandos, and others talented individuals of other branches or specialties. "The criminal organization we are eliminating today has been rather active the last week, and has been more than kind enough to give us their whereabouts and a perfect opportunity to wipe them all out. They own several warehouses off the landing port, far enough away from the docks where their illicit activities won't be noticed. The Storm Commandos will primarily handle that side of this operation, since their armor is stealth coated with reflec they can best move about unseen by whatever security teams or systems they have in place. It will be their job, led by [member="SC-4486"], to first place explosives within their stockpiles after liberating any worthwhile items they have stashed away, and then eliminate their personnel in the area. Their hideouts are tucked away on opposite sides of the red district, for what purpose is up to interpretation, but at least we won't draw attention there. A team of field agents and troopers led by [member="Vanya Lyekova"] and [member="Ezra Klev"] will hit those targets and wipe out any of the syndicate's members residing there. The final side of the operation are the assassinations of the corrupt politician who's been letting these. . . . .criminals run rampant and the resident lieutenant running the organization and maintaining its assets here. We have rooftop locations for sniper positions to handle both targets. The Criminal Lieutenant will be doing a drop off under heavy escort, a team of apprentices and myself will take care of him. While our Chiss friend, ([member="Lord Eclipsion"]), will take the other pair to take out dirty government official. Remember, this is a silent op, so all teams have been issued Stealth Carbines in addition to standard equipment. The assassination teams in particular are also being provided Nightstinger Rifles and accompanying redirection crystals to make things clean. Take out any of the criminal elements who see you, in fact take out any you can get away with, it will keep them from reorganizing longer, or maybe stomp them out completely. Unless there're any question I believe everyone should be moving out about now."
 
Ciel had been traveling around now for for a few months now ever since she had repaired one of the old sentinel - class landing crafts. As much as lothal was a treasure trove of of old imperial tech she wanted to go out and join them. She had been tracking there movements with leads from any source possible. This is what had lead her to terminus, she had gotten a tip a special group would be here how long till they would take she did know more where, but she needed to land and fuel up. The old design wasn't good on keeping costs down, and always need maintaining meaning she'd often have to try score some credits. Although there was always something there need fixing that someone would pay a lot of creds for. She flew over the city that had smoke pouring out of areas and what looked like gang shoot outs. 'If the empire are coming here, this is definitely the place they'll be.' she thought to herself. As she brought the ship down into the hanger, she picked up her rifle and the different parts to change it from the many styles. It was a gun she was fond of as it was one of impersl designed.

As Ciel made her way off no one was around to charge for landing fees, something was off the air gave off the feeling she was been watched. Quickly making her way back onto the ship she turned on the tracker. 'If they are here maybe they would pick up on old a signal.' She connected her datapad to output the same signal in hopes that if they where she'd be found. 'Please be here this time.' She made her way off the ship locking the ramp making sure no one could just walk on and take it. Ciel then made her way towards the exit of the place, still feeling like she was been watched.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
 
Terminus.

It couldn’t be further from the Core Worlds. But it seemed like a fitting place for this Imperial Intelligence Officer to be as the Galactic Empire had been driven out of the galaxy center, the Sith taking control of most of the Imperial Military Industrial Complex, and leaving the real Imperials to scuttle into corners like Bossuk roaches.

But no more.

Terminus was important and a thriving trade hub, even on the edges of space, and it just so happens it was crawling with pirates, smugglers, spice peddlers and other nefarious types. To gain support and spread their influence the Empire was called in to covertly take care of the rubbish on the planet so legal trade would thrive again.

Ezra sat in the briefing room, stretching his long legs out in front of him, listening to Imperial Leader, [member="Alva Calvarona"]. He and [member="Vanya Lyekova"] were taking their operations teams to something called the Red District, the nature of which was pretty clear to Klev. They were to infiltrate the criminal syndicate hideout and take them out in whatever way was necessary.

He had no questions for Ms. Calvarona. The orders were clear. Ezra made his way to the armory to collect gear and supplies. He hoped he would run into Vanka there so they would be able to discuss the mission and coordinate.
 

Vanya Lyekova

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The Lt. Colonel nodded to her secretary and entered the armory on a moment after [member="Ezra Klev"] . Clad in a black trench coat and Operator sunglasses, she was looking rather sharp. If only dismissive.

"Agent Klev. Colonel Lyecova. Welcome to Terminus."

She looked about the room. Finding little to interest her.

"My team is already situated across the river from the second grid of coordinates we received. A cluster of pirate resistance, without a doubt. So. Are you prepared to engage the first target? My spies whisper that our opposition will not be expecting us. This should go very smoothly. If only briefly."

There was an ice to Lyecova. A firm chill to her sharp presence. Cold and efficient. Ruthless and precise. This was the posture of a woman who had earned her rank by carving away everything in her path. Cutting warm throats in the night. Standing boldly just inside the shadow. Always wearing her sunglasses even in the darkest of corners. Even her female assistant seemed afraid of her. Nervous and submissive. Well. Since Klev was in Intelligence he probably knew how to size another person up. His summary of Vanya would be brief. This was a robot. Not a woman. The type of practiced killer who gave every audience an 1000 yard stare. He would not enjoy talking to her. It was like talking with death.
 
Black armor, black ops. Just like old times.

Razelle sat in rank and file with the rest of the Stormcommando grunts, still flexing her arm in armor that no longer felt natural to her. Familiar, but not natural. Plastoid plate was some of the most common armor in the galaxy, and yet she hadn't worn it for decades. Well...technically centuries, but no one counted time spent dead. Raz had seriously been missing black hat armor, but their reunion was just as awkward as any meeting with an old friend you hadn't seen in years.

The standard-issue weapons for this second-rate army weren't sufficient for this job. Razelle had her own gear to bring in. A proper BTI Harpy was sonic dampened and had a concealed muzzle flash, as well as fantastic range and accuracy. Her standard BTI Woebringer was loud, but it also packed one helluva punch, and if she needed to draw a blaster in close range, she'd made a mistake anyway. An unpowered combat knife was sheathed on each of her thighs, since vibroblades had the unfortunate drawback of humming when activated. Explosives...well, it didn't really matter what kind of det charges she had. All of them were basically similar, and all of them went boom.

It was good to be home.

Eventually, she got tired of looking at her helmet and twirled her hair into a quick and dirty bun, then sat with the same faceless black helmet as all of the other Stormcommandos. Identical, uniform, intimidating as all hell...the only thing the lot of them were waiting for was a go-ahead order. Apparently they were being led by another defrosted Fett clone, but that didn't make much difference. As long as he made good calls, they'd all be just fine. She was so close to being back in the field again. It was painful to wait by this point. So close...

[member=SC-4486]
 
[member="Razelle Breuner"]

" The Storm Commandos will primarily handle that side of this operation, since their armor is stealth coated with reflec they can best move about unseen by whatever security teams or systems they have in place. It will be their job, led by SC-4486, to first place explosives within their stockpiles after liberating any worthwhile items they have stashed away, and then eliminate their personnel in the area." SC-4486 heard [member=Alva Calvarona] tell them, then proceeded to listen to the rest with little interest, When she finished, He turned around and looked at his team, about eight Storm Commandos and a visitor from what he heard, He took his helmet off for a moment as his communicator started going crazy again, It did this every since he went to Ord Mirit, He ran a gloved hand through his maroon hair said "Alright, I want all of you to go through a quick gear check and make sure you have your tools and explosives, If you need some weapons, we have an armory, Remember to bring your bags too, we will be "confiscating" items from the criminals."

SC-4486 quickly put his helmet back on and checked his gear, He didn't use the DC-19 "Stealth" carbine they had been assigned, instead, he had a custom E-11 Rifle with a suppressor and flash hider, He also had a pack of explosives with him and a dagger/combat knife on his hip, He had an assortment of gear including a zip line/rapple creator, a plasma cutter, thermal detonators, EMP grenades and smoke grenades, also a med kit with many advanced medical items inside, This was going to be a challenge, and he was going to be prepared.
 
[member="SC-4486"] [member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Daedel"] [member="Ciel Hawkins"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Ezra Klev"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"] [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Razelle Breuner"]

Personally, Alva herself didn't mind using the stealth carbine. Older models the weapons may be, they were tried and tested and proven to be effective. Not to mention they were readily available to the Empire through its extensive armory. Heck people may even say the E-11s are old, but they were still some of the finest blaster rifles around, no matter what time period. If anyone said other the Crinan woman would be highly tempted to . . . . educate them on the matter. Of course that was neither here or there for the moment. What needed to be done was for the teams to finish prepping their gear and start moving out to their assigned positions. They didn't need to coordinate everything to go off at the same time except the assassination of the criminal lieutenant and when the hideout was hit depending on how confident the strike team wiping out their base was.

There were always going to be bumps though, no plan ever was assuredly safe. Especially when someone was apparently broadcasting an old signal as they landed on the planet. At least, if the trooper who approached Alva was indeed correct about their discovery. Which, if they were, the scowl that crossed Alva's face, thankfully hidden beneath her helmet, would stay there for a much longer period of time than she would like. After all, if there were such an easily identifiable signal then their enemies would surely notice it as well. All in all meaning their operation could possibly be in jeopardy unless they went out to investigate whoever sent the signal out, and eliminate any members of the Criminal Organization they encountered.

"Everyone get a move on! You have no reason to wait on any of the other teams. Get moving, my group will be making a detour to handle an issue that came up. We don't need any other delays though." Motioning to several troopers along those who were on her team, Alva would begin to head out the door of their little briefing as she looked over the map on her heads up display for the coordinates of the signal they received. It was truly irritating to have to take time out of the operation to handle a hiccup that wasn't the fault of anyone already gathered. All the same though, it appeared like they had to deal with it nonetheless.
 
as she walked further into the city more eyes started to turn to watch her. Was it that obvious she wasn't from here or did they other plans in mind, or could it just be they where so frightens by someone carrying a gun. Nether the less she continued in her search for imperials and hopefully they would have picked up on the signal been emitted by her ship and the datapad both old imp tech, bit it's the best tech in ciel's eye's.

still the eyes that where on her still didn't feel like the only one's, like she was been watched from afar. She took a quick glance around at her surroundings, it's like she knew where she was been watched from but she couldn't see anyone there. 'huh let's take a detour and draw them out.' she thought to herself taking a quick turn down an allyway. she walked further down and taking the next left where there was a trash shoot bin. Crouch down behind it she loaded a magazine in the gun set to the smg style.

[member="Alva Calvarona"] Ξ [member="SC-4486"] Ξ [member="Razelle Breuner"] Ξ [member="Vanya Lyekova"] Ξ [member="Ezra Klev"] Ξ
 
Ikki was there with her master, quiet and diminutive in the background while she was walking and keeping her hands clasped in front of herself before she offered a bow of her head. Her gloves and armored maid outfit were on her as well as the net launcher as she didn't offer much in the way of speaking but she was letting her figure be smaller and away from the others. She moved a little bit though to stand near her master and looked at the others who were there.
 
Kaidan didn't think much about it, he couldn't understand some things here but it was clear as the light of the day they had to put an end to some organisation and couldn't do that in force.... rules... annoying rules... This Alva Calvarona seemed a bit awkward in his mind, not in a bad way... but clearly awkward for a royal and so did her sisters, he was on a weird game now, in his mind watching every move and making mental notes, his blade will protect him from the enemies, but his mind must be working on protecting him from allies if tehre was the case.

Anyway, the former empire was built from sufferince and death, he was here to make sure that won't be the case here, he wanted this empire to bring a new order in the galaxy, peace, of course they had to kill for it, to fight and die for it... that is how peace can be obtained...A necessary fight and the sacriffices he understands, but once this is acomplished, nothing could stop this empire to make the life better... all life.

He felt it all, the power a force user can get, the bloodlust, the thirst for battle, the joy of killing... He didn't like it, he hated it and wanted it to stop. He swore he would amke it stop one way or another, was he a good man... a bad men? This question was permanently in his head, but now it didn't matter, there was job to be done, without saying anything Kaidan moved with the others to the destination.

[member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Ikki Ike"] [member="Ciel Hawkins "][member="SC-4486"] [member="Razelle Breuner"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Ezra Klev"]
 

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