Subject 37
The Cracked Mirror
Space
Near Enarc
Valerie sat quietly within the cockpit of her TIE Hunter, exposed wiring to her left and a dead console to her right. A scowl was painted on her otherwise pretty face, features only half hidden by a helmet that was decidedly stylized not after the famed Venom Guard's usual uniform. There were no insignia's anywhere on the flightsuit she wore and the TIE had been stripped of any and all identifying markers.
This was of course, all on purpose.
To anyone looking at Valerie, to anyone looking at her ship, she would not seem as a member of the Empire or even an associate of it. For all appearance sake she was little more than a grungy spacer who happened upon an ancient scrap heap of a starfighter and managed to fix it up to the point where it was actually flyable. Of course, beneath the rather dank exterior of the TIE it's systems were all fully operational.
It was all part of the ruse that she and the others were working so hard to maintain. All part of the fact that their mission was one to be conducted undercover. For that purpose the other dozen or so ships around her were of a similar nature. Broken down looking Starvipers, ARC-170's and even an old Agressor were hanging around in a loose formation behind her, all clustered around a single intersector sloop.
There were other vessels too, all modeled in the same way as those of the Venom Guard.
Today they were not Imperials. They were not members of the Glorious Navy that had sundered the Silver Jedi. No, today they were pirates. It was a fantasy that Valerie had never had, and in truth it put a damper on her usual mood.
I've only ever wanted to play a pirate in one place. She thought glumly. And it's not in space.
Still, orders were orders, and those of the Venom Guard were exact. There was a small Naval Base the Galactic Alliance operated on Enarc. No major fleet was stationed there and by all accounts the place was little more than a border outpost to monitor Imperial Fleet movements. Venom's assignment was simple, strike the outpost, neutralize all forces present, and then take any relevant data within the station.
Easy enough, as long as no one karked up. She smiled for the first time that day and then reached up to flip a comm-switch.
::This is Viper One, spool up hyperdrives and prepare for jump::
At least they would have a little fun.
Near Enarc
Valerie sat quietly within the cockpit of her TIE Hunter, exposed wiring to her left and a dead console to her right. A scowl was painted on her otherwise pretty face, features only half hidden by a helmet that was decidedly stylized not after the famed Venom Guard's usual uniform. There were no insignia's anywhere on the flightsuit she wore and the TIE had been stripped of any and all identifying markers.
This was of course, all on purpose.
To anyone looking at Valerie, to anyone looking at her ship, she would not seem as a member of the Empire or even an associate of it. For all appearance sake she was little more than a grungy spacer who happened upon an ancient scrap heap of a starfighter and managed to fix it up to the point where it was actually flyable. Of course, beneath the rather dank exterior of the TIE it's systems were all fully operational.
It was all part of the ruse that she and the others were working so hard to maintain. All part of the fact that their mission was one to be conducted undercover. For that purpose the other dozen or so ships around her were of a similar nature. Broken down looking Starvipers, ARC-170's and even an old Agressor were hanging around in a loose formation behind her, all clustered around a single intersector sloop.
There were other vessels too, all modeled in the same way as those of the Venom Guard.
Today they were not Imperials. They were not members of the Glorious Navy that had sundered the Silver Jedi. No, today they were pirates. It was a fantasy that Valerie had never had, and in truth it put a damper on her usual mood.
I've only ever wanted to play a pirate in one place. She thought glumly. And it's not in space.
Still, orders were orders, and those of the Venom Guard were exact. There was a small Naval Base the Galactic Alliance operated on Enarc. No major fleet was stationed there and by all accounts the place was little more than a border outpost to monitor Imperial Fleet movements. Venom's assignment was simple, strike the outpost, neutralize all forces present, and then take any relevant data within the station.
Easy enough, as long as no one karked up. She smiled for the first time that day and then reached up to flip a comm-switch.
::This is Viper One, spool up hyperdrives and prepare for jump::
At least they would have a little fun.