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Nothing Good About Drugs (RR, Underground, Coratanni Cartel)

Transil Gantar

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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"]
 
"Razor Actual to Swamp Dog."

Razor squad was set up in the treeline, perched low, concealed as much as possible, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Ever since Nadiem, he felt ironclad about his selection with the team. He turned to [member="Kyle Tethair"], speaking quietly, taking his hand off the comm unit.

"Don't like having a leash, especially when they could've just firebombed this place and been done with it."

He touched his comm unit back on.

"Standing by to breach and begin infiltration of enemy lines."

He turned to [member="Dish"], turning the comm unit off.

"Prep the cutters for the fence. Quiet, no lights or too much noise. Use the bolt cutters."

He pushed his comm unit back on.

"Watch the synthetics here. Nasty business- requesting EMP support if able."

He flicked it back off again, turning to Razor. He personally had an RS16, like most of the team. He only had a disruptor pistol as a backup in terms of firearms, but that would do enough damage against the synthetic droids.

"We get the green light, we push hard, fast, and low. Take 'em out as quietly and quickly as possible."
 
Kyle rolled his helmeted head at [member="Setter Ryburn"] 's statement. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. Consider this a free-range mission - we may still have a fence around us, but at least we're not in a one-by-one foot cage."

Unlike most of the other squad member's of Razor, Kyle had opted to keep his M-1016 blaster rifle upon joining up with the team. It was a standard-issue staple of Republic infantry soldiers, and although it kicked like an angry krayt dragon and sucked at close range combat, he had gotten used to having it.

As [member="Dish"] would get to work cutting through electro-fence, Kyle lowered his helmet's rangefinder and looked out onto the swamp fields below them. There was an awful lot of muck down there. It was going to take them forever to cross all that on foot, "Hey, uh.. boss. I might have fallen asleep during a bit of the briefing, what exactly is our plan here? Are we hoofing through all that, because that looks to me like a multi-day foot hike.."
 

Transil Gantar

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EMP support was risky. Quarters were tight. They'd have to target closer to the compound if they were going to make that happen. There was a nice ship in orbit waiting to rain on the cartel's parade if it was necessary, but he didn't really think it was necessary. Not yet. If it came down to it, he could call in fighters for close fire support. That would be much more efficient. Lot less chance they end up squashing some civilian that happened to be inside, although even the people working the fields were breaking the law. It was a complicated situation to say the least.

"Negative on the EMP support. Move in when ready. Air support is standing by."

No, he wasn't going to call for the rain. Besides, these guys were supposed to be good at their job. If they were as good as billed, he wouldn't even need to send the Rangers in. If they weren't, well, he had the Rangers ready, and he'd lay down some covering fire with the fighters before sending them in. This situation was pivotal. They were not going to allow a drug operation on one of their worlds, and they were going to do their darndest to take care of. Ultimately, it WOULD be destroyed, and the building turned into something else. That was the way it was going to be. No, that was the way it had to be. End the threat of drugs on Ylesia early. Allow no dealer to get away with it.

He held the binos up and surveyed the field again. The fighting was about to begin.

[member="Kyle Tethair"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Coratanni Cartel"]
 

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