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Operation ''Backstabbings''

Bjornveld Skjoldsen

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Arkania
Outside a Phrik Mining Facility

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The cold winds of Arkania were calmly brushing across the icy surface of the planet. It was quite the peaceful sight. Just a small hill in the middle of nowhere on an icy planet in the middle of Republic territory. Why does this matter? The answer is simple: Underneath this calm and peaceful sight is a Phrik mining facility that has blastdoors designed to protect it from enemy reconnaissance flights by masking the doors to the hangar in which the Phrik is getting loaded onto ships. Today one of the scheduled freighters would arrive to pick up a rather large shipment of Phrik. The Ship was slightly overdue, but that was expected, since it had to alter its course because of a couple complications which weren't completely clear yet, but would be once the freighter arrived. The ship had lost it's communication and was only capable of transmitting basic messages, which was enough for now, since the freighter was a regular one that came by ever other day. It was currently descending towards the surface, directly towards the hidden mining facility.

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nside the Freighter:
A dark and tall figure was moving through the corridor that led from the cockpit to the storage compartment, where twenty armed men in black uniforms were waiting with weapons, as well as another dark figure. One might think that it would be weird for a freighter to have so many armed men aboard, and one would be right in believing so, because this freighter was no longer being piloted by its original crew, no, they had been tortured and killed a couple lightyears away. The new crew was not a simple pirate crew, no they were highly trained professionals who were prepared for anything and anyone. A simple guard crew like that inside the mining facility would probably be a minor annoyance, but nothing more. These men would take what they wanted and they wanted the Phrik. ''Get ready, men, we are almost there.'' The tall figure said before turning to the other figure ''Lord Ferus, you know the mission, anything you want to add or say before we commence the operation?''

[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
"We fear not our mortality
We'll serve to the best of our ability
We give our lives to our masters
We vow to smite our enemies"

The Zabrak spoke softly, nodding to [member="Bjornveld Skjoldsen"] . Motto of all the Blackblades, he wanted to make sure even those in the BB-I understood. He stood clad in his usual black, a frown formed on his face. He stood by the exit, ready to fight, ready to kill. He was only assisting the acolyte, not leading the Blackblades himself. This was Bjornveld's mission, and if he failed, he would face the same consequences as any other.
 

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