Operation Red Hand - Hijacking the Admonitor (Invite Only)

[Darth Armyss]

OOC Note: Inquire here for an invite

[member="Ellain Hadrin"] [member="Jathin Fallin"] [member="Olom Grihk"] [member="Rage"] [member="Thryykarr"] Muad Dib Xall Zadron Lekae Karrde [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Kallion"]




"This is YTA-1300 light freighter Opportunity, requesting landing clearance" Armyss spoke into the comlink as he circled a shipyard over Csilla, the capital planet of the Chiss Ascendency, a largely isolationist federation deep in the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy. Naturally, the Sith was using a false transponder code to disguise the Terentatek's identity, as the heavily-modified freighter was in reality registered as a warship, and he didn't quite want to start a war between the One Sith and the Chiss. Yet. Of course, even the Chiss would know that his ship was heavily modified, thanks in part to the pair of Clawcraft that had been scrambled to intercept his ship. Even though the design was over eight centuries old by now, numerous modernizations to the design had kept the type viable for defending the Chiss' borders, and for that reason he didn't feel quite in the mood for a firefight, so hopefully they would fall for his ruse.

After a tense few moments, the Chiss traffic controller responded.

"Clearance granted, Opportunity, please proceed to Hangar 14-Aurek, be ready to declare any and all passengers and cargo upon arrival" the traffic controller answered, the Sith Knight confirming this as he turned towards the shipyards, the Clawcraft peeling off as he began his final approach. That being said, this was a massive, military shipyard, so it didn't surprise him that he hadn't seen the Admonitor just yet. Of course, first he had another hurtle to overcome: getting past customs.

Slowly, the Terentatek entered the hangar and touched down softly for a landing. Sure enough, a customs agent was already awaiting his arrival, although the Sith Knight wondered why he wasn't guarded. Perhaps it was just a busy day, he thought as he adjusted his appearance, having disguised himself as a typical Corellian freighter pilot for this mission. True, the Tagge family was of Kuati origin, but he had practiced the Corellian accent extensively for exactly this purpose, and could easily pass as one to a non-Corellian anyway. The boarding ramp lowered down from the hull just as Armyss exited the ship, the Chiss customs agent stepping forward to carry out his inspection...or so he thought.

"That will be a 150 credit charge to keep your ship in the hangar, with an additional 30 credits per day" the customs agent told him, "And I will also need your name, planet of origin, and a declaration of all passengers and cargo."

After a few seconds of probing the man's mind, Armyss detected that a mind trick wouldn't work on this one, but he sensed a fair degree of avarice. Perhaps a bribe would work?

"Let's make that 3000 credits, and we'll forget about the formalities." the human replied, placing a credit chip in the agent's hand, using his other hand to close the Chiss' grip around the chip. The Chiss was clearly thinking this over in his head, leaving a degree of doubt as to whether the bribe worked.

"Welcome to Csilla" the blue-skinned humanoid answered at last, then walked off. Fortunately, the bribe seemed to have worked, he thought with relief as he left the hangar behind, making a note to himself to have his ship picked up by One Sith military personnel after the raid had begun. For now, however, he had to meet his collaborators at a cantina known as the Blue Moon, where they had agreed to meet up prior to conducting any other part of the operation, if only to make sure that they had all arrived without incident.

 

[Muad Dib]

Grunting under the strain he lifted with his legs and carried the box out of the carrier and down into the loading bay where he set it on a repulsor sled with the other boxes. Stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow he looked over and saw several others in his crew doing the same thing he was. Smirking he went back to the carrier and continued off loading the supplies.

He had arrived a week earlier as a drifter looking for work. After being searched thoroughly and then being scanned for criminal records he came up clean. So he was hired on as a laborer, a grunt, a peon. Which worked out just fine for the man.

As the shift came to an end he pushed his overflowing sled into the neighboring bay where other full sleds rested. Falling in with the other laborers he followed back into the locker room where he headed to the showers. After cleaning and drying, the sweat from the hard labor gone from his body, he stood in front of his locker and dressed. Brown, roughs pun tunic was pulled over his head followed by dark brown trousers. Leather boots slid onto his feet and up to his knees where he tightened them down with buckles. Rising he swept a hand through his short spiked hair and looked in the mirror. Glowing, blue eyes stared out of an unshaven face. A grin and he closed the locker door, his heavy, brown, leather jacket being pulled on and the hood tossed up.

As he passed other laborers a few raised hands in acknowledgment. He nodded to them and stopped in the short line in front of a gated window. As he reached the window the chiss looked him over then slid out an envelope that Muad opened and counted as the chiss huffed. "It's all there Dib." Muad looked up after counting and winked at the chiss. Before he turned to leave he had caught the flush of red as the chiss got angry at him. It didn't matter cause Muad wasn't coming to work next week.

Free of his current place of employment he glanced at the timeclock before he left and knew it was nearing time to meet up for that other job. Chuckling he began to whistle as he made his way to the cantina for a drink

 

[Aven Blanc]

Lekae saw Csilla out the front window of the bridge. It was beautiful. She had never been to the homeworld before, that she could remember. She hoped they didn't have a particularly good decrypt package on any of those clawcraft, because the false data trail on the Karrde Shark could only hold up against so much prodding before it evaporated.

"Csilla control, this is the Blackbird requesting landing clearance."


She paced, on edge, as the clawcraft intercepted another freighter that had just come in. It was easily identifiable as the Sith vessel she had been told to look for. It was basically a small gunship, all told. With an eye for this sort of thing, she could see the little panels that marked the location of retracted weapons, the attachments that marked the engines as souped up far beyond any factory warranty possible.

She turned to the Wookiee sitting beside her on the bridge. He was dozing. Bloody typical. The WA-7 droid, Raven, came up to her. The droid was more than she appeared. She had saved Lekae's life several times, with a mixture of cunning, guile, and virtually incomprehensible droid innuendo.


" Captain, Control isn't answering. I assume they're worried about the Sith's ship. It is pretty dangerous, to anybody who can't tell what it is."

So Raven had picked up on the modifications, too. Good. She heard something beeping, and looked down at the console on her command chair.

"Control?"

"Yes. You will be charged a base fee of 150 credits for docking, along with a fee of 30 for every day you are docked. I'm gonna need your name, planet of origin, and a list of any passengers and cargo. Now."

"No need to get nasty, Control. The name's Vake'll'yava, out of Kuat, The only cargo I have is food and ammo for my crew. As well as a couple thousand credit's worth of computer parts. My crew consists of five members, including myself."

"Ah, Captain. If only that were true. You are in a ship owned by a man wanted for kidnapping, smuggling, and piracy. Stand down now, or we will open fire."

Ah, hell.

"Raven, Ice, Hairtrigger, battle stations."

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Armyss"] [member='Thryykarr']

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk stirred from his fake 'nap'.

"I'll take the B-Wing. How good are the shields and weapons?"

 

[Rage]

Rage had not been in the cantina, he had just walked into the hanger and silently killed three guards. He slowly walked over to the sith, scanning him almost instantly. "You, my search scanners have discovered your request", It said, hoping to gain [member="Darth Armyss"]'s attention.

(Sorry for the very, very, very short post. Couldn't think of what to write)

 

[Muad Dib]

Seated in the back of the cantina in a corner booth he nursed his glass of Whyren's Reserve. The smokey haze in the back of where he sat left a blue haze that picked up highlights of ambient light. Sipping his drink he thought over the walk over. It was nondescript with nothing doing. But even so he felt a surge of anticipation that was not entirely uncommon for the port. It didn't necessarily mean anything was up. Then again maybe there was something going on.

Taking another drink he then set down the glass before reaching into an inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew a a hand rolled carababba tabac smoke and placed it between his lips. Thumb and forefinger pinched the end and a ruby ember flared into existence. A deep inhale then a cloud of purple rolled across the table to mingle with the blue haze suspended throughout the room.

Deep in the recess of his hood the glowing, blue eyes watched vigilantly for the arrival of others who he was to meet. The tip of the smoke flared brightly again casting a soft crimson glow on his face.

 

[Duggan]

Ah, it had been a while since Kallion had last seen any action, so long that he probably couldn't tell a story, or remember a moment, but now it really didn't matter, as he felt he'd get to see some action soon. He was supposed to meet a man called [member="Darth Armyss"] in the cantina he was currently in, the Blue Moon, for Kallion though it really didn't matter where they met up 'As long as everybody arrives.' he though, walking over to [member="Muad Dib"] who looked like one of the people whom the location of the meeting was discussed with, when he got close enough he asked the man "Mind if I sit here?" while sliding into a seat, chuckling at how his sense of humor hadn't changed, and how much it sucked.

[member="Ellain Hadrin"] [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Olom Grihk"] [member="Rage"] [member="Thryykarr"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Xall Zadron"] [member="Lekae Karrde"] [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Darth Armyss]

The Sith arrived at the Cantina and ordered a Corellian Whiskey on the rocks, deciding he wanted something simple to drink and not too hard before the operation could begin. The atmosphere of the Blue Moon was more upscale that a lot of cantinas that Armyss had visited in the past - it reminded him of some of Coruscant's higher-class nightclubs, only a bit chillier, as he noted that the thermostat was turned down to below typical 'room' temperature. Oh well, the Chiss were used to such things, he supposed, and he wasn't complaining about it.

Hearing somebody address him, the human looked up from his drink to see an armored mercenary in front of him. Not exactly subtle, he noted in mild amusement, but then again, this kind of operation wasn't exactly what one might call subtle in the first place...well...once phase 2 kicked off anyway. For now, he just wanted to make sure that everyone had arrived to take part in phase 1. He knew to expect at least four different people, but was aware that there might be other interested parties. Either way, he could afford extra compensation for their trouble, as this was unofficially sanctioned by the One Sith Imperial Navy.

"Who wants to know?" he asked in his slightly exaggerated, faux-Corellian accent, taking another sip of his ale as he leaned back against the bar, setting his drink down, his eyes scanning back and forth to see if anybody else had taken interest in his dealings so far.

[member="Rage"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Kallion"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Ellain was not herself, no, for now she held the appearance of an Eldorai and stretched as she moved into the cantina, rolling her neck as well before moving to look about it with a quick gaze. '[member="Darth Armyss"], i believe you called me?' Her mind sent out the thought as she stood there and breathed in the air around her before going to the bar and ordering a drink, waiting for the Sith's response to her question. She had received a small degree of force training, enough for basic communication and manipulation but nothing major, no she relied on her own body and its unique abilities to deal with the problems set before her, including this new one.

 

[Muad Dib]

@Kallion @Ellain Hadrin [member="Darth Armyss"] [member="Rage"]

Watching the crowd in the cantina he knew that soon he would be meeting the crew for this little criminal endeavor. As he thought about what they would be like he noticed a man enter and scope the area before seeing him and coming over to slide in across from him.

"I'd mind it less if you were a bit easier on the eyes mate."

Muad grinned as he tossed back his drink. Motioning to the waitress across the way for a second round he looked once more on the man across from him. It was easy to see that the man was of the same ilk. That he could handle himself in any situation. That brought a chuckle as he considered that perhaps this mission wouldn't be so bad after all. When the waitress brought him his drink he motioned to her while speaking to Kallion.

"Order something. It's on me."

As his eyes automatically scanned the cantina again he made sure his force presence was so tight that he would appear as a non force user. However the downside was that not only would any force user be unable to detect him, but he would be equally blind in sensing force users. But he preferred to keep his cards close to the chest. And anyway, others of this crew would stand out in comparison to the crowd here.

His eyes paused on a trio of figures near the bar and as his eyes met with Darth Armyss he grinned. Now there was a predator if he'd ever seen one before.

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin had been contracted for this job through his contacts at Black Sun. He wore a gray spacer jumpsuit and cap typical of crewmen on vessels like the one the Sith had contracted. The enforcer followed quietly along as the Sith went through the motions and moved toward their meet up point. Since this wasn't a job he felt particularly vested in there weren't a range of emotions that the sociopath could even potentially fell, given that he felt few anyway. As such the fixer gave a sigh and entered the cantina along with the rest of the team, taking a seat and twiddling his thumbs until something interesting happened or the job began.

A small suppressed 9mm sat in his right cargo pocket.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The young Knight had received the personal invitation from [member="Darth Armyss"] while on Coruscant, sitting quietly in a cantina. The message would appear on the small holo-communicator he had on his wrist, it detailed little, however the main objective was made clear. That being the seizure of Admiral Thrawn's own Stardestroyer. Such a mission really did intrigue the boy, he enjoyed participating in adventures that tested his skill. The entire group that had been recruited for the task would meet in Chiss space, where a massive shipyard held the famous Admonitor. The young pure blood would exit the cantina immediately, eager to meet up with his old acquaintance, Albrecht. The Sith would make his way towards a nearby hangar, one in which he had docked the Lambda class Imperial shuttle in. Gaining entrance, the youth would enter the craft, already having arranged preparations for lift off.


The pilot would begin to ease the ship up, before accelerating it's speed, having the shuttle slowly hover out of the hangar. It's speed would pick up as it's two wings folded down, it's take off being complete as it jettisoned out of the atmosphere. Sitting quietly amongst the small squad of storm troopers the he commanded, Ballen-Ist could not help but feel slightly nervous. What had become of the Acolyte he had met long ago? Surely, he would find out soon. Closing his eyes, the boy would begin clear his mind of all thoughts, before drawing forth the things in which he hated the most. He would call upon his emotions for strength in the future skirmish that was sure to come. Hours passed, and the shuttle's crew finally arrived, touching down on in a hangar without any trouble. The Knight would exit his ship, looking annoyed at the appearance of a single customs agent.


The man in front of him seemed on edge, watching as the pure blood's cloaked form descended the boarding ramp of his shuttle. Having participated in many mercenary like jobs, Ballen-Ist had acquired a plentiful amount of credits. Nothing in comparison to others, however the boy liked to think himself rich. Keeping his hooded head lowered, he would walk right past the offer, dropping a large pile of credit chips. It equaled five thousand, a small amount from the rewards he had earned in the past. Eventually, he would arrive at the Blue Moon cantina, pausing as the door's opened to allow him entrance. The short, black clothed figure that was the pure blood would slowly stride forward, having already sensed the dark aura within the establishment. Albrecht was already here, and surely did not want any suspicion to be aroused. However, it seemed the boy's rather ominous appearance had already done so, drawing a few glances from the locals. However he would pay them no mind as he ordered a glass of water, and sat at the counter across from the new Darth.

 

[Darth Armyss]

[member="Ellain Hadrin"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Ballen-Ist"]

The Sith Knight turned to acknowledge the other new arrivals, nodding to each of them before finishing his drink and first addressing [member="Ellain Hadrin"]. While she appeared to be an Eldorai, he was under the impression that she wasn't what she appeared to be, but if she was a changling, she was skilled enough to avoid giving away any tell-tale signs. Such things took an immense degree of focus not usually possible without force sensitivity...and she seemed to possess such sensitivity herself. He was intrigued by this aspect, but decided not to mention it until later, once the operation was complete.

"You heard correctly" Armyss replied before he leaned over the counter and whispered something to the barkeep, a Chiss naturally, who pointed to a door in the back of the cantina. He would need a greater degree of privacy to discuss the plan while minimizing the risk of discovery by security. The storeroom would be perfect for such a discussion, especially with the 'cargo' that he had arranged for the barkeep to leave there for his use.

"Come meet me in the store room in the back of the cantina - there's some supplies I have stashed there for our use" he told all of the collaborators who were present before standing up straight and walking towards the back of the cantina and slipping his way into the storeroom. He sent an encrypted message via comlink to anyone not present who was involved in the plan to simply head to the storeroom in the back upon arrival.

 

[Aven Blanc]

"Wait, Control... Before you fire, do an identity scan on me. Voiceprint, whatever. See what you get."

"Fine.... Scanning..... No, that can't be right. You can't possibly be... Are you the one that Karrde was charged with kidnapping?"

"Yes. Now let me land before my crew and I blast your clawcraft into bits."

Everybody on the ship visibly relaxed, even the droids. Thryykarr stopped mid-stride to the little hangar space that had the B-Wing in it. Raven keyed in the landing sequence, and they edged their way into the atmosphere.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Ellain smiled and straightened up as she moved among the crowd and patrons of the cantina, following the sith into the store room while leaving her guise completely intact. Her Shido heritage was useful in that it allowed such transformations, but as for the degree or rather amount of transformations was very much so limited. And thus was the problem of her mixed blood, she found out fast that while she could morph, it was a very small number of faces and shapes she could take. That mattered not now though, as she moved through the door and bowed as it closed, still remaining in the eldorai guise. [member="Lekae Karrde"] [member="Darth Armyss"] @Ballen-Ist @Muad Dib [member="Kallion"]

 

[Duggan]

"Sorry, I don't usually drink before, er..." Kallion paused, thinking of what this 'mission' was "This kind of thing, and don't push it either, any other time I would have accepted that offer happily though." He turned to see [member="Darth Armyss"] and a few others, obviously they were talking something over, something that probably involved the mission "C'mon, let's go." Kallion tilted his head at Armyss, turning in time to see him and, [member="Ellain Hadrin"] and [member="Jathin Fallin "]walk into a store room. Quickly rushing in the clone's helmet folded down, revealing the scruffy face of Kallion, unkept hair, uneven beard, and a grumpy face to go with those. He smirked at everyone for a moment before it quickly faded away.

[member="Lekae Karrde"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Rage"]
[member="Thryykarr"]

 

[Rage]

The door to the bar fell off of it's hinges as Rage sent his leg shooting into it. He slowly stepped in, scanning almost everyone. He looked around, before seeing his allies. He was heading over when a bottle shattered over the side of his head. He slowly turned around, glaring at the bartender who had threw it. "We don't serve Borgs!" The bartender said angrily. "Threat detected", The robotic mercanary said, right as a slugthrower came out of his back, balancing above his head on a tripod. The bartender dived to the floor at the right moment. Rage started firing, bottles shattered, people screamed, it was chaos. He continued to fire, absouluetly destroying every bottle on the counter. Shattered glass flew out onto the floor and after about a minute of firing, the slugthrower was once again "holstered" in the robot's back. He turned, now heading over to what he thought were his fellow mercanaries. "Reporting in", It said, quickly scanning [member="Darth Armyss"]'s facial features.

 

[Muad Dib]

[member="Kallion"] declined the drink which added information of his ally to be cataloged away for inspection. Shrugging slightly he picked up his tumbler and swirled the amber liquid as it picked up the faint light of the cantina. Sliding from his seat he followed the man as his face was revealed shaggy of hair and beard.

Pausing before he ducked into the backroom he paused to watch as [member="Rage"] enter and faced off with the bartender. A hail of lead lined the rows of bottles. A smirk crossed his face as he left the amusing spectacle and entered the storeroom with [member="Kallion"] and moved back against a wall leaning against it while waiting for the meeting to begin.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Standing to his feet, Ballen-Ist's cloaked form would leave the bar counter, along with the glass of water he had ordered. The bartender would frown in annoyance as the group walked away, though he knew better than to interfere with whatever the hell was going on. The group would away, head towards the storeroom where [member="Darth Armyss"] had lead them. From beneath his cloak, he would begin to eye everyone else that was present, apparently judging them as he did so. Ultimately, his attention would lie on the Sith Knight, who would now reveal the supplies most likely.

 

[Darth Armyss]

(Sorry for the delay, wanted to give some other people time to post, but as they hadn't done so I think we've waited for long enough)

One the Sith Knight thought that everybody had entered in behind him, he pulled a crate out from behind a shelf using the Force and opened it. Inside were several briefcases, inside of which were weapons of Republic origin, in this case DB-08 Blaster Rifles and S-6A Blaster Pistols, each with detachable suppressors. These were specifically for the infiltration team to use and of these, the rifles were to be kept in the briefcases until ordered to remove them, while the pistols were to be kept on one's self in a concealed but easily-accessible position.

Why was it vital that they were of Republic origin? Well, it was because Armyss specialized in planning "False Flag" operations. The Sith naval troopers that were to show up later to crew the Adomonitor were to be disguised as Republic forces, in order to draw attention away from what the One Sith had planned for Csilla later. As far as the Chiss would know by the end of this, it would be the Republic that had stolen the pride of the Chiss Self-Defense Forces.

"Finally, I can drop that Force-awful accent for a moment" he muttered in his actual Kuati accent rather than his faux-Corellian one.


[member="Muad Dib"][member="Rage"][member="Kallion"][member="Ellain Hadrin"][member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Ballen-Ist"][member="Lekae Karrde"][member="Thryykarr"]