Private Job Best Done Cold

[Kreslin Westwind]

Of all the planets Kreslin had visited in the Core, Carida was one of the odder ones. It was not nearly as urbanized and settled as some of the other worlds, and a far cry from the likes of Coruscant and Empress Teta. It was mostly a mountain covered world, with several industrial cities scattered among the peaks of the world. While most lived in relative comfort, there were always those who could not support themselves. Whether by family obligations, societal burdens, or potentially just by simple chance, some were forced to live in poor conditions. Some of the worst off, as on any other world, were the orphans.

The Regorian Charity was the largest orphanage and non profit company on Carida, and ran over a hundred orphanages spread out across the entire planet. Each one was supposedly dedicated to offering those in most need a chance at finding a path in life for themselves when they were old enough to depart the orphanage. It was considered one of the most successful charities in the galaxy. What was less known was that the founder of the charity, Reginald Orian, had ties with several criminal organizations spread out across the Outer Rim. In exchange for the occasional orphans traded to the crime groups, most of whom would be sold as slaves in the Outer Rim, or turned into shock troopers for the various groups, he would receive large sums of credits. Reginald considered this to be a fair exchange, and allowed him to help far more children than were lost.

One of those children however, now grown, and with a substantial amounts of credits from their illegal activities, thought otherwise. They had contacted Kreslin to take on a contract to remove Reginald Orian, and with all the information given to Kreslin, he had agreed to take the job at half his usual rate. A man had to have standards, but he still needed to eat.

At the moment, Kreslin sat in a rented apartment in one of the larger cities on Carida. Across the street from his apartment, through the window, Kreslin had a decent view of the largest of the Regorian Charity orphanages, and the one Reginald himself used as his primary office. The man had a meeting scheduled on a pavilion that day, with several influential backers coming to check in on the charity. Most had no connection to the illegal activities, and he did not want to harm them if he could. But, sometimes exceptions had to be made. He hefted the sniper rifle laying on the bed next to him up onto his lap, begging the final calibrations on it.

Subject 73 Red

 

[Cintak Gakon]

Cintak had to personally do the job this time. Business had the others busy, and this was a longer-term, higher-pay job. He had to defend Reginald Orian for as long as he was willing. He didn't ask questions, it was bad business to ask the contractor questions. All he needed to know was the job, and the pay. Of course he had questions...why would an orphanage owner need protection? Cintak assumed it was because of the planet.

Cardia was full of crime, and Cintak knew too well that a criminal doesn't care about the ripples their actions make as long as they get what they want. Reginald could easily be robbed, ending the Orphanage. Another good guess, the man was corrupt, taking donations for the orphanage and pocketing them. A terrible thing to do, but Cintak wasn't going to pass on the credits he was earning just off an assumption.

The building was the largest orphanage, and doubled as Reginald Orian's office. Not a wise place to be if you think your life is in danger. Pretty obvious. Guess Cintak's reputation made the man comfortable, and careless. There was a security system in place, as well as two guards at the entrance. The windows had recently been replaced with thicker ones to avoid any thieves breaking in. Maybe they'd be strong enough to withstand a blaster, depending on its' strength and the type. A standard blaster's laser could shatter the window, put not puncture it, allowing a follow-up shot. A physical round may puncture the window, but it'd be thrown off course and the tip would bend inward, reducing its' puncture ability.

In other words, it'd take some seriously expensive equipment to get through.

He didn't trust the security below, but nothing would get past him, and he guarded the only entrance to the office. If anything were to happen, he'd sense it...probably...

What else could possibly happen?

 

[CETCOM]

Wrong Account

 

[Rackham]

Ever since the collaspe of the Directorate things went downhill for Dorian Sevanar and his associates. Despite the best efforts of the Supreme Director, so far efforts to bounce back from the unfortunate circumstances had failed though now new plans were put in motion. This time the Supreme Director intended to get the job done his way rather then rely on other Groups.

As part of this new Plan , Dorian Sevanar now the Director-Admiral of the Politorate, a secretive Private Intelligence Agency affilated with the mysterious Supreme Director had been tasked in heavily fortifying Carida as the Supreme Director had designed the planet as the headquarters of the Politorate aiming to utilize it as a stepping stone into the Core.

However Building Massive Fortresses, Defensive Emplacements and various Shield Generators took alot of men , and with the collaspe of the Directorate , Sevanar had ran low on Manpower and thus had to rely on Slave Labour to get the job done. Fortunally there was Reginald Orian who was at the key of a massive slave network spanning the Core in which Dorian had utilized to get his slaves in fact he was one of its primary Investors as these Slaves were key to finishing the transformation of Carida into a impregnable Fortress World.

Escorted by a massive convoy of 5 ITTs Dorian Sevanar’s Unique All-Terrain Personel Carrier or AT-PC was onroute towards Reginald's Largest Orphinage and Primary Office. With him were 50 Stormtroopers from the 142nd Legion in each of the ITTs as well as Agent 66 and his Judgement Troopers onboard the AT-PC. Given at how the Alliance was right on his doorstep , Sevanar always brought alot of men with him for security as he began to fear the possibility of Alliance Agents crawling around Carida in which he had no way of countering since the Politorate was underdeveloped and it's Assets were currently outdated making it useless for the time being.

Sevanar’s Meeting with Reginald was nothing out of the ordinary , Sevanar was there to check on him , see if he could meet up to his demands and verify that the Operation was not at risk. It was a simple routinary inspection and Sevanar expected the outcome to be just the same , everything would be fine and he would leave with some orphans who would be sent to work on his many construction projects. But what Sevanar didn't know was that this meeting was going to be diffrent as unknown forces were preparing to move against Reginald just as he feared. Now as Sevanar’s Convoy approached Reginald's Main Orphinage it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose...

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Cintak Gakon Kreslin Westwind Rackham

Red was dressed up in a crisp, clean suit, and his red hair was combed down. Today, he was Reginald Orian's butler.

Why? Simple, Red was tasked with eliminating him. Red had submitted his application as butler weeks ago, when the job first came out. He had used credentials so deep cover that Red was basically an entirely new person, thanks to Dr. Veinstein , and he had played the part of that person for weeks without even faltering in his facade. Reginald had hired him, truly believing him to be a butler, as even under intense scrutiny his credentials held up. Red's fake name was Westin Garhold, one of his many aliases.

Red walked up to Reginald and his business associates, holding a platter of drinks. "Sir? Would you or your associates care for a drink?" Red asked. Even his voice was different, sounding more posh and upper class.

"Yes, Westin, thank you." Reginald nodded to him. Red put down the platter of drinks, allowing Reginald and his associates to grab the drinks. And, no, they were not poisoned or drugged, Red wanted to see how this would play out, who these people were, and who Reginald was selling the children too. So, he bowed to Reginald, then stood to the side, out of the way.

Little did he know, was that everything was about to go to chit.

 

[Cintak Gakon]

As much as it irritated him, Cintak reluctantly didn't argue when Reginald claimed to have business associates to meet with.

Little did he know that these "associates" were an Imperial warlord and a couple hundred troops and a karking tank!

So now the Bothan crime lord patiently waited, watching each and every soldier, the Warlord, the windows, the doors, the flank, and even the butler. Especially the butler, actually. "Westin" was the name. Cintak hadn't seen his face in the previous days, though Westin is the butler's name. His voice sounded different. A cold, perhaps, but it hadn't changed enough to make Cintak suspect anything.

To be fair, if Reginald was working with Imperials, there was likely a nice price on his head. On the other hand, Imperials often forced people to do things. Maybe Reginald was being forced to help. Again, too little knowledge and too many credits for him to cancel a job.

But this was so vaping stressful...speaking of vapors, Cintak hadn't packed his cigars. Not that he could smoke inside anyways, but it would've been nice to have em' and take a step outside.

Really, the environment around him was tense. He needed one. He couldn't stop fidgeting, his heart rate increased, he was sweating under his fur, and his throat was itching. Kark it, he needs a cigar for sith's sake!

"Pardon the interruption, but do you happen to have a cigar, Mr. Westin?"




Kreslin Westwind Rackham Subject 73 Red

 

[Rackham]

Location || Carida
Objective || Get some Slaves , Collect Taxes
NPC Forces || Agent 66 | 5x ITTs | 1 AT-PC | 50 142nd Stormtroopers | 10 Judgement Troopers


Soon enough , Dorian Sevanar’s Convoy arrived at the Orphinage and the Marshal-Protector of Carida , the de facto ruler of the planet exited his personal AT-PC escorted by Agent 66 and his Judgement Troopers. The other 50 142nd Stormtroopers would remain in the ITTs outside the main entrance to stand guard just as a means to provide additional security for Reginald.

While it was unnceccary to bring alot of firepower , Dorian Sevanar and his associates had grown somewhat paranoid. In fact just recently , Senator Far Zhas who was heavily involved in the Slave Trade in the Core Worlds and his assasination sent shockwaves throughout the underground slave trade and as such many like Sevanar increased the number of guards present when acquiring slaves in fear of being attacked by the same assasins that killed Far Zhas or even Judicial Forces of the Alliances or even the Rangers of the Alliance and Silver Jedi Concord.

Even for Sevanar this was a risky move. I word got out about his operations surely the Alliance would come crashing down on Carida ready to take down the Rogue Warlord. For Sevanar fortifying his position was key in ensuring that the Politorate could evolve into a proper intelligence agency , and if everything went downhill that would be the plans would be postponed for a cosiderable amount of time and for the Supreme Director wasting time meant missing out on potential opportunities.

Entering the Building , Dorian Sevanar proceeded to head towards the pavilion where the meeting was to take place with his Judgement Troopers behind him and Agent 66 beside him. Soon enough he spotted Reginald and greeted him. " Ah hello there Reginald. It's great to meet ya. Hows business?" Dorian said as he greeted the Slaver.

As Sevanar moved forth to greet Reginald , Agent 66 observed the current atmosphere . There were 2 other intersting figures in the area. Reginald's So-Called Butler Westin Garhold and what appeared to be a single Bodyguard hired to protect Reginald just like how Agent 66 had to protect Sevanar. However from the looks of it Agent 66 felt like something was wrong here that something here was out of place. For now Agent 66's suspicion was drawn at Westin Garhold who Agents 66 had never met before during any prior meeting.

The clock was ticking and soon a massive conflict seemed to occur here on Carida. A Conflict far worse then the privious one. One Conflict that could put the Supreme Director’s Plans at risk and delay the unstoppable tide of Vengeance that was set to be unleashed on the Core.

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin lowered the the sniper rifle in his hands slowly,his eyes narrowing in annoyance at what he had seen. Kreslin was aware that Reginald would have guests today. He had been counting on it, in fact. The man was a creature of habit, and whenever he had guests over to his workplace, he would use the outside table for the meeting. What he had not been counting on was the arrival of a small army. His eyes tracked over the numerous figures arriving to the building, easily visible even from the distance.

Cursing beneath his breath, Kreslin quickly flipped the sniper rifle around and slid it across his back, the weapon locking onto his back with a magnetic click as the bounty hunter reached under the bed he had rented for three days, pulling out a large case. Flipping the case open and grabbed the item within. Turning back towards the window, Kreslin hefted the rocket launcher over his shoulder, marching towards the window, cursing the entire time at the poor luck he had found himself in. He set the weapon on the ground by the window, before popping open a reinforced and stabilized tripod stand, placing it in the position he had been in just minutes before. Hefting the rocket launcher, Kreslin began putting in a few commands to the side of the tripod, lining up a shot on the system, before setting a timer.

In short order after that, Kreslin donned his armor, positioning the last piece in place and slipping his helmet on just as the tripod let out a metallic ding, confirming the target and timer were in sync. Grabbing his blaster rifle from where it stood against the wall, he flung open the door of his small room, turning for just an instant to hit a small command on his gauntlet. The tripod gave a second, almost happy chirping sound, before Kreslin turned and began running up to the roof of the apartment building he was in.

Two minutes later, the tripod let out a third and final noise, followed quickly by the sound of shattering glass. After a single seconds hesitation, three rockets leapt from the rocket mounted tripod stand, hurtling across the city towards the large building. Two of the rockets flew towards the newly arrived soldiers on the ground, while the third flew straight towards the meeting group of individuals, as well as Kreslin's target. Meanwhile, he was on the roof of the building, using a quickly fired cable and mechanized motor winch to fly across the open space between buildings.

He was heading in the opposite direction of where the rockets had just been fired from.

Rackham Cintak Gakon Subject 73 Red

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Kreslin Westwind Rackham Cintak Gakon

Red watched as the newcomer, along with their escort, walked onto the balcony. The man in charge, who Red presumed was Reginald's acquaintance known as Dorian Sevanar. The other guests seemed nervous at the arrival of the Imperial Warlord and his small army. Red saw that his bodyguard was staring him down, casing him, apparently. Red didn't react, still holding that face of being passive neutral. Reginald rose to greet Dorian.

"Dorian! Good to see you! Still as paranoid as ever, I see." Reginald chuckled, motioning around at the troops on the balcony, and at the troops still at the entrance to the building. "The business goes good, as good as it can get, at least. So, what brings you around here?" He asked. Reginald noticed Dorian's bodyguard staring down Red. "Ah, yes, this is my butler, Westin Garhold. He's new, only hired a few weeks ago, but don't worry, I vetted him myself." Reginald assured them.

Not vetted well enough. Red thought to himself, still maintaining his cover.

Then, the middle-aged Bothan that Reginald hired walked up to Red, asking him for a cigar. The Bothan's name was Cintak Gakon, and from what he could tell from the man, he was terribly stressed out unless he had a smoke. "Of course, Mr. Gakon. Mr. Orian occasionally likes to take a quick smoke break every now and then." Red told him, pulling out a cigar and handing it to the man.

Then, there was a loud shattering sound, and Red turned to it. Then, he saw the rockets launch. Two went for the small army at the entrance, and one went for the meeting group of people. "Look out!" Red yelled, pointing out the rocket. If they didn't move quickly, everyone on the platform would get taken out. Red grabbed Reginald and Cintak and threw them inside of the building, off of the platform. Red was sure that Dorian's bodyguards would protect him. Red needed Reginald alive to learn who his buyers were, and how big his operation was. Red grabbed Cintak just because he liked the Bothan. Red ran inside, along with some of the other guests.

He jumped inside, off of the balcony, and it exploded behind him. He looked behind him, watching as the dust and rubble flew everywhere. He turned back to Cintak and Reginald. "You two alright?" Red asked.

Red knew what this meant, the hunters had arrive, and they were looking to do this loud. Red was here for a different reason than them, so he needed Reginald alive. The hunters would make keeping him alive very difficult.

 

[Cintak Gakon]

Of course he was alright. Was Reginald?

The Bothan located the orphanage owner, slumped over, but breathing. What in the outer rim was that? He could never know, as chaos took over. The small army immediately swarmed the building. Fire, smoke, and dust expanded rapidly. Several men called out in pain, injured by the explosions. Quickly Cintak rose to his feet, pulling his green lightsaber from its' loop and activating it. The blade hissed to life, and many of the troops looked at him.

It wasn't something he tossed around. Being a force-user instantly gave the Bothan certain friends and foes. He knew this well. However, now was the time to take over, not hide in the shadows. Any second now, there could and would be a follow-up. If the goal was assassination of Reginald, or the Imperial, the assassin would do more than that.

"Reginald! Up, stay behind me!"

The Bothan's hoarse voice called out. Still scanning the chaos, he noted the calm individuals. Westin, and the Imperial both seemed calm, all things considered. If one of them was the assassin, it'd be Westin. The smoke filled the area, as troops continued to run around. Many took positions outside. Others dove to cover inside the building. No shots had been fired yet.

Cintak needed to get Reginald to safety, and this place certainly wasn't safety,

 

[Rackham]

Tags : Subject 73 Red | Cintak Gakon | Kreslin Westwind

"Dorian! Good to see you! Still as paranoid as ever, I see. The business goes good, as good as it can get, at least. So, what brings you around here?" Reginald said as he greeted , the Imperial Warlord. "Well same thing as usual need more orphans for the construction of my new fortifications in the Mountains. As you know the Alliance is right at our doorstep. If word gets out of our nefarious business they will come crashing down and throw both of us in a top-security prison hence. Luckily my sources say they are busy with Rogue Jedi and the CIS closing in on the Core Worlds. So we should be safe for now" Dorian said. Then he looked at Reginald's Butler. "Who's the new guy?"

"Ah, yes ,his is my butler, Westin Garhold. He's new, only hired a few weeks ago, but don't worry, I vetted him myself" Reginald replied. "Well that's fair enough. Now let's talk about business" Dorian said. However before he could begin , suddenly three rockets headed towards them , two of them hitting the ITTs Parked outside taking out a handful of 142nd Legion Stormtroopers with a third one headed straight for Reginald , Sevanar and the other individuals present. Fortunately Agent 66 leaped forward activating his Personal Energy Shield and taking a direct hit from the Rocket though surviving the blast thanks to his PES. "Sir we got to get out of here. We're compromised." Agent 66 said.

Soon enough , the rest of the Judgement Troopers arrived and activated their Personal Energy Shields and surrounded Agent 66 (Who's own PES was severely weakened by the direct hit from the Rocket) and Dorian Sevanar). "We need to find whoever attacked us" Dorian said. "Like you said we've been compromised and if this guy is working for the Alliance we might be at risk. Agent 66 take half of the Judgement Troopers with you and find whoever attacked us , the rest of the Judgement Troopers stay with me." And with that Sevanar surrounded by 5 Judgement Troopers left for his AT-PC. While Agent 66 and the other 5 Judgement Troopers moved out to seek out whoever tried to kill Sevanar and Reginald. This had escalated quickly and who knew what was to come next.