It wasn't often that he got to leave the Galaxy Tree anymore. With the rapid influx of refugees spawned by the collapse of the Alliance due to the all out assault of the Sith and Imperials, he didn't have much in the way of free time. It just wasn't in the cards. Even this, though he was off station, was not a vacation. He wasn't sure he would ever get to do anything outside of work after everything that was going on. But that was the way things went sometimes, and the strong just learned to deal with it.
Ylesia had recently joined the Republic after the reversal of the Hutt brainwashing tactics. There was still much work to be done, especially after a senator went rogue and tried to counter the brainwashing with new brainwashing, but that wasn't why he had been sent. Scans of the planet, checking of the flight logs, and basic recon had uncovered a major criminal drug operation ongoing on the world. So great was it, that taking it down was going to involve a cokrdinated operation with the military rather than relying on Judicial forces.
Transil sat in a large swamp tree, peering at the large plantation through a pair of binos, trying to get a bead on the state of the defenses of the Summer Palace and its spice fields. He couldn't tell everything, but it looked like there were some defensive emplacements and there was the fence ringing around the place. An operation such as this was likely to have some sort of mercenary involvement as well, which meant that when they engaged, they'd be dealing with people coming from the buildings too.
"Swamp Dog to Hounds," he called on the encrypted frequency in use for this operation. "Automated defenses in addition to the fence and personnel. Expect further."
As a ranking member if the Judiciary, he was technically in charge of the operation. That meant he could make the call on whether it was a go or not.
"Green light, Hounds."
[member="Coratanni Cartel"]
Ylesia had recently joined the Republic after the reversal of the Hutt brainwashing tactics. There was still much work to be done, especially after a senator went rogue and tried to counter the brainwashing with new brainwashing, but that wasn't why he had been sent. Scans of the planet, checking of the flight logs, and basic recon had uncovered a major criminal drug operation ongoing on the world. So great was it, that taking it down was going to involve a cokrdinated operation with the military rather than relying on Judicial forces.
Transil sat in a large swamp tree, peering at the large plantation through a pair of binos, trying to get a bead on the state of the defenses of the Summer Palace and its spice fields. He couldn't tell everything, but it looked like there were some defensive emplacements and there was the fence ringing around the place. An operation such as this was likely to have some sort of mercenary involvement as well, which meant that when they engaged, they'd be dealing with people coming from the buildings too.
"Swamp Dog to Hounds," he called on the encrypted frequency in use for this operation. "Automated defenses in addition to the fence and personnel. Expect further."
As a ranking member if the Judiciary, he was technically in charge of the operation. That meant he could make the call on whether it was a go or not.
"Green light, Hounds."
[member="Coratanni Cartel"]