Reach of the Red Hand (Sith Assassins Recon of New Republic Rendili)

[Darth Ophidia]

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[SIZE=9pt]Every coin has two faces.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]For as long as there have been war, there have been those who walk the path less seen; masters of stealth and subterfuge, practitioners of the dark side of the Force, seekers of power through the swift and deadly strike. They were Sith Assassins, and now their eyes set upon the New Republic-controlled system of Rendili.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Their ways of entry and objectives were varied, with one umbrella goal: Infiltrate, investigate, prepare to assassinate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]While there was no war between the New Republic and the Sith Empire yet, all knew it was but a matter of time. Imperialism was on the rise in the Core, supported by Sith-Imperial efforts. With its back against the Mandalorian Empire and the Silver Jedi Order, they would be forced to move coreward. The fuse was lit, and the Core was a powder-keg about to explode[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And here, the Sith Assassins had come to scope out the republican opposition, and stack the odds in their own favour. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Objectives:[/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=9pt]Infiltrate the Rendili System[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=9pt]Establish access-points for the Sith Assassins[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=9pt]Conduct reconnaissance on New Republic assets.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=9pt]Remove any threats to the operation.[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=9pt]Darth Ophidia sat on board her Phasma-Class Infiltrator, a cloaked ship of another age of which the Sith Assassins still retained some relics. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was open to the surroundings. Her presence was under wraps, concealed, contained. It was a skill so ingrained in her now that it was just like breathing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Locked on. One minute to hyperspace reversion.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She spoke to her droid, a tall thing sitting crouched over the console, staring with blank eyes.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SIFIA[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]had provided the Sith Assassins with a list of larger cargo ships expected to arrive Rendili. Ophidia and her piloting droid had chosen to time their hyperspace reversion with the arrival of the cargo ship, using its shadow to mask their approach.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was an old trick she had picked up from some smugglers on a mission way back in her youth. For all their faults, she had to admire their ingenuity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the blue made way to streaks of white, and then the butt-end of an enormous cargo ship. Darling, the pilot droid, hit the brakes hard and turned the nose of the ship down to avoid a collision. Meanwhile, Ophidia engaged the stygium cloak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Phasma’s interior went dark and all went quiet as the crew listened intently for any sign that they had been spotted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Darth Ophidia herself took her helmet from its resting place and placed it on her ashen crown before turning to the other assassins who had chosen to accompany her in her Phasma. The hud lit up, connecting to the encrypted channel of their communications[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Remember; this is reconnaissance, we are here to set the stage.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]” “[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Stick to the shadows, remain unseen, and strike only if you must[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Phasma directed itself toward the surface of Rendili with great caution.[/SIZE]

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Sith Assassins: [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Nidus"]
The New Republic: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Aboard Darth Ophidia's Phasma-Class Infiltrator,
Reconnaissance Mission.

Allies: All Sith.
Enemies: All who oppose.

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He stood aboard the starship, his mind darting around the room as this was all new to him. His first serious mission, he could not mess this up as it was his chance into something greater. A chance at becoming someone. On his belt lay a golden dagger, seemingly ceremonial and a cloaking device one given to him from his instructor back at the Academy. On the back of his belt, clipped horizontally was a lightsaber. He was prepared. His hair was tied back, with his eyes glowing through the darkness aboard the ship as they all approached eagerly in an attempt to remain unseen.

Nidus was a skilled swordsman, though his decision to enlist himself into the Assassins was not made lightly he knew it was right for him. Something calling to him, when he first heard of them. He was lucky enough to be selected for this mission which was almost a trial of sorts for him. He wanted to become an Assassin though it would not be easy. Though this was one of his best chances to get in with the organization. Darth Ophidia was one of the leading members of the Assassins, so he could not mess this up.

He stood towards the back of the cockpit, glaring towards everyone with his piercing eyes.

As the Sith Lord finished her words, Nidus would speak up. "Yes, my Lord." Glancing down to check his gear once more.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"]​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] [member="Nidus"]

In all things, there was balance. Such was the way of the Force. It ebbed and flowed, always shifting, never static, always changing. It was the way of the individuals to discern its flow and to move with it. Never against it or counter to it. And thus was the necessity of meditation, of searching, and of attentiveness to visions as they occurred. Yet even when they did not, one still paid attention, for every moment the threads that bound the universe shifted, and only when consistently viewed could one get a glimpse of its movements.

Even now, as Tiland sat, legs crossed with his staff resting atop his knees, it moved. Like a great sea in the depths of space, its tides and waves responded to circumstances and events across the galaxy. Yet what those events were, that was harder to discern. Only in patterns and similarities could it be understood, but never in detail. Here and now, it moved, rippling aggressively, like angry laundry around Rendili.

But why? He could sense no conflict, no premonition of the Dark Side, nothing that spoke of unrest. The old Anzati stretched his mind farther into the Force, seeking the source of the ripples, but came up blank.

It was a dead end.

In that case, Tiland shrugged and poured some hot water into a cup. Might as well drink some tea. Perhaps that would help unravel things.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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Rendili System​

Time: 11:22:34​

Allies: Sith Assassins​

Opposition: New Republic ​

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Clandestine. ​

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They were exactly that. Cautiously and carefully spreading their influential manipulation through the galaxy like a plague. It was a consistent cycle. There was always going to be a sad and pathetic weakness for those in power. Not true power, like the darkside. No, this power came from political advancements and deceit. Ironically, there was a defined group of individuals that played their game far better. A group capable of twisting and squeezing the very core of these nobodies' values into their ultimate downfall. It was truly poetic, if one ever considered to muster the thought. Still, despite all of it, the Sith Assassins were far more superior in every way. They didn't wear suits or dresses to win the eye of the internal cog of sabotage. Instead, they toppled king after king, queen after queen, and world after world. ​

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Like a sponge the notorious group of assassins had drained the galaxy of false idols. Even so, none knew their names. ​

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The stirrings of the force remained silent as he sat with his legs crossed. Nestled quietly in the corner of the Central Hull, Orion focused with his eyes closed. His battle garments showed a still, masked figure. His robes hid everything else that laid underneath. Through his silence he concentrated on the sporadic spikes of the force. It whispered to him like it always had. It's healthy comfort surrounded him and before he went to grace it with the tips of his fingers...his eyes opened. An annoying bright white greeted his emerald eyes. Refocused and scanning the rest of the ship surroundings, he smiled. The chrome mask that lingered atop his face hid all emotion. ​

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He could feel the elusive ship tip under, the maneuver seemed to be a success. He had known [member="Darth ophidia"] to be quite the expert in the ways of the darkside. Her capable ship made the Rattataki even more exceptional. Although, given her service he expected the Phasma to be a more updated ship. It seemed his superior in rank was a sucker for antiques. This amused him as he observed the odd structure at the center of the hull. He took his time to get to his feet, before yawning with a stretch. ​

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The slight vibration that trickled through the Phasma meant they were close. Soon they would be entering the atmosphere of Rendili. He made note of Darth Ophidia's words, but didn't dignify it with an answer. Instead, he stepped closer to her and grinned under his mask.​

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The bright surface of the world they would soon corrupt stared at them both through the large windows ahead. ​

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It was beautiful. ​

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[member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] | [member="Nidus"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] ​

 

[William Snow]

Rendili ​

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Will looked over the piles of different documents that seemed to cover the desk of the office he had been given in the Rendili police headquarters. He had been assigned to the planet close to a week ago but as was per usual in his field of work the bureaucracy of research, paperwork and all over manners of procedure he had to follow in order to start his assignment. The new policy of observation and background checking to each of the Senators within the Republic was keeping the members of the intelligence services rather busy. For Will, he didn't mind the work but the lack of action always made these things seem more boring.

He finished his mug of Caff and stood up, putting on his vest and clipped his blaster pistol onto its lanyard before walking out of the office and past the reception desk. He tapped his wrist against the door's id reader and heard the affirmative bleep as the door unlocked itself and he was able to head out onto the Rendili streets. His case revolved around the senior senator for this region [member="Senator Bobb Hork"]. His file had run up an impressive history, especially on the front of workers rights and freedoms and the guy seemed to simply want the best for his system. Sadly going off of the document and how people seem was not the way the Republic went about itself.

The walk to the senator's building was fairly short after all the Rendili public transport system was fairly swift and efficient in delivering people where they needed to be on time. As for Agent Snow, he had taken steps as to not stick out. His normal tactical vest had been replaced with a smaller and lighter version slipped on underneath his shirt and then further covered by a long blue duffle coat. His eyes covered by a set of HUD glasses and a matching cap. As the vehicle dropped him off Will made his way swiftly into the building, a simple flashing of his ID was enough to move past the security at the gate, albeit a fake one that allowed him to make it to the elevator unchallenged and pressed his desired destination. Soon after he started to ascend Will glanced down to check his watch. He smiled as the camera connection blinked into being and his destination showed all clear.

[member="Orion Darkstar"] l [member="Tiland Kortun"] l [member="Nidus"] l [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location : Planetary Senator Offices- Rendili
Objective : Talk with people probs

Harley sat on a seat across from [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] as he decided to start drinking, earning a small chuckle from the fellow senator, "you making your blood alcohol content high so when they bite you said 'blood sucker' become intoxicated". "Heck of a plan if I ever heard on one though I am surpirse by your lack of experience on dealing with corporate high ups".

Ture, he himself was willingly in the marketing and trade business and had been in for some time though he had expected Mr Hork to be more used to such people. As for why Harley was here? own interest, Rendili was one of the major star drives in the New Republic, their production capabilities and business practices were of interest to the Echani CEO.

Did he seem them as a rival? no not really, though HCLI did deal in ship unlike Rendilli and Kuat his company products were on the open market, along with also mainly dealing with components and ground vehicles. Even so knowing what the Republic and the star drives were up to in new products and projects could be good knowledge to have, go along with the popular trends, try to glean some ideas that sort of thing.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Phasma-class Infiltrator - Atmosphere to Landing.
Sith Assassins: @Nidus @Orion Darkstar
New Republic: [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="William Snow"]

Some answers, some silence.

She did not take the silences for slights. Assassins were often sullen in temperament, though their dark hearts were most often in the right place and they knew defying her would gain them little. She was not known to take lightly to defiance.

Darling directed the Phasma into a descent into the planet's surface, while Ophidia herself lead the present assassins to the rear of the ship, where they would be exiting the rear dock. One assassin remained behind in the ship along with the piloting droid to keep watch, in case they were forced to make a quick escape. Or worse yet, destroy the Phasma and find alternative transportation. There were reasons why she used this relic, and why she kept them in shape: If traced, the model would lead back to a company in the Core, forced to worked under the One Sith.

It was a dead end, and still completely functional.

The Phasma floated down to the surface, outside of urban the areas, into a dip in the landscape. The rear of the ship opened and the assassins moved out. Ophidia was not the first one out, nor the second. If there was a sniper, the first or the second would trigger the shot. The third, in her experience, was the one who most often survived. Of course she claimed that spot for herself.

The Assassins had access to kit that would help them hide. Be it alchemised cowls or cloaking armour. Ophidia had her own custom make, somewhat battered and bruised, but still functional. The moment she stepped out of the ship, she had vanished - Invisible to the naked eye and hidden from most sensors. Remaining unseen was part of the mission, or at least proceeding without notice.

Once outside the ship, she pulled out a simple scan of the nearest city on a holodisk. She highlighted three buildings on the map before looking at her fellow assassins.

"The planetary senate and their offices are here." "Law enforcement here" "This building is currently going through renovations. If in trouble, go to the ceiling for extraction"

She looked at each of them, taking the moment for them to pose questions if needed. They should know their missions and have their targets in mind already. If no questions were asked, she would close the holo and place it back on her belt. The information there would have already been downloadable on the trip over, and they were expected to have it.

"If you fall behind, you are left behind."

She looked at Nidus now. He was untested, in her eyes. The others had proved themselves to her, but he was an unknown quantity yet.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Senate Comitee Rooftop.
Enemys(?): [member="Darth Ophidia"][member="Orion Darkstar"][member="Nidus"]
Allies(?): [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher[member="William Snow"][member="Tiland Kortun"][member="Senator Bobb Hork"]


Alexandra sighed as she picked details in the sky above her, scanning over it with an almost bored expression as she wanted something to happen. She was officially on the planet to talk with the government about the acquisition of rights to expand the recruitment efforts of the Jedi to Rendili. Due to Alexandra’s stance on the Jedi within the republic being volunteers, it forced her to prove the orders intentions and its focus, that being to develop the order into a place that many can seek to help control the force without becoming monks.

Her eyes focused on a ship passing over, making her smile.

This was a planet she could get behind, enjoying the very atmosphere of the industrial world that supplied the Republic. It felt right and she enjoyed the smell of warehouses filled with parts and machinery moving massive pieces of steel as they are welded in place. All of it felt right and she happy to find the moment of familiarization.

The thought made her close her eyes and fish a small ball out of her bag. She would begin to slowly toss the ball up and down, it dull and faded surface catching the light as it held its place in the air for the briefest of seconds. Then like all things it came back to the ground, impacting in her hand before being sent airborne once more. She wondered if there would be anything interesting today.

She could use the rush.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Outside Darth Ophidia's Phasma-Class Infiltrator,
Reconnaissance Mission.

Allies: All Sith.
Enemies: All who oppose.

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Nidus took several deep breaths, before pulling his hood over his head, his eyes glowing from beneath. He headed down the ramp, clearly far less experienced than the Sith Lord in his presence. Though, it wouldn't matter - this time. He glanced around, eventually activating his stealth generator. Glancing between each of the Assassins present. Listening carefully. He had to make sure to not endanger the outcome of this mission. He had to show his worth.

As she stated the three key locations, he would squint down the holo-projection, seemingly nodding at each mention. He had no questions, it was clear what he had to do. He was ready, more so than ever before. "Let's do this." He would state.

As the Rattataki glared towards him, he could feel her almost as if she was breathing down the back of his neck, though he understood what she was thinking. Unexperienced brute. Though, he would glare back and give her a nod of his head as if attempting to reassure her on the fact he was about to give his all. Marching off

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"]​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

@Nidus @Alexandra Feanor [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher [member="William Snow"] [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Senator Bobb Hork"]

Something felt strange as Tiland sipped his tea. A sensation pulling him in a direction, although he wasn't entirely sure why, or to where. Yet it was insistent, and so Tiland rose, tea in one hand and staff in the other, and followed his instincts. The staff clattered on the ground beneath his feet as he ambled along, drinking from the tea as his eyes and senses scoured the area.

It grew more complicated as he drew closer and crowds of people surged in and around the governmental buildings, yet the feeling had solidified into a warning. One that led him to the Senate building. He frowned at it, eyebrows drawing close together. What were the Senators up to? Some scheme to destroy the Jedi, again? Some cult ritual? Tiland didn't trust politics, let along governments, so it was all a possibility.

But as he stared at it, slowly sinking down to sit before it, he felt something else. That was far more clearer, but it was faint. Just a hint of the Dark Side. Barely enough to be noticeable, but it seemed to be growing strong, as if it were moving. Were the Sith trying something? That seemed unlike them. They had greater threats to deal with, now that a Sith Civil War had broken out. He frowned and templed his fingers, watching the crowds move around him.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Rendili Surface​

Objective: Recon​

Allies: Sith Assassins​

Foes: New Republic​

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The easing pace at which the Phasma leaned inward toward the ground was exceptional. Even more impressive was the speed at which it was capable of staying stealthy without being seen. It graced the large urban areas of the planet like an imaginary cloud before disappearing into a wide open area outside the skirts of the streets. The ship bucked lightly before touching quietly onto the surface. The protocol to extend the landing ramp outward was initiated hastily. The loud hiss filled the small compartment each assassin had been waiting in. Then, like the release of a canines jaws, the hatch broke free from the inner wall of the timeless machine. The stream of light that shined through forced some of the assassins forward with excitement. Their stealth devices automatically casted a veil of bending light over them. ​

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Orion, refused to make any sudden movements until the tip of the anchored ramp touched the ground. With a meaningless readjustment to his mask he slowly made his way into the light. The sheer monstrous man was officially nonexistent to sensory and defensive mechanisms. Still, his training would prove his worth here. He hadn't updated his rag tag systems, but his wisdom in how to utilize the Cloaking Armour was where the true mastery came in. Being an assassin had much less to do with the gadgets and many inventions to keep them hidden, than it had to do with their vicious training. They were elite in everything stealth, it was a lifestyle for most of them. They would constantly devote their time to deceive, sneak, steal and quietly assassinate with perfection. Perhaps the most profound of all things was their ability to almost never exist while doing it. This mission would be no different. ​

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Recon, it was one of the most basic fundamentals that the the organization was built upon. After all, you couldn't topple a growing enemies empire without reputable intelligence. What better way to gain such things other than right under the nose of those in power? ​

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There wasn't...​

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Orion stepped down onto the earthly plateau, the sheer gravel that buckled under his boots crushed to tiny bits of dust. Silence was all that was returned. For him, the mission started hours ago. His mind had been weaving it's intricate ways to prepare him for what was next since he stepped onto the Phasma. Regardless, every assassin there knew what had to be done. One slip up and the whole mission would be jeopardized. It was the last thing they needed after laying low during the recent events that led to this. They were assassins, not gods. New initiates slipped up all the time. Thus, forcing them back into their slumber. This, however, was different. These weren't your average assassins, no, they would bleed for the Empire. They would rather sacrifice their own lives then be caught. Of course, such things were rare for the ranks of the Sith Assassins. ​

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"The planetary senate and their offices are here." "Law enforcement here" "This building is currently going through renovations. If in trouble, go to the ceiling for extraction"​

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Darth Ophidia rehashed the layout and the main focus of the operation. The tiny spindle of blue and fragmented imagery spread through the open air to show him the locations. He grinned, when she spoke of law enforcement. As if they could stop any of them. It was doubtful they could handle one, let alone a group of Sith Assassins at once. Alas, they were lucky, blood would only be spilled if necessary. The grinned creased into a smile as her words trailed off into a cold reminder. ​

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"If you fall behind, you are left behind."​

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It was the most valuable truth spoken. Orion knew some of the fresh initiates wouldn't be able to keep pace. It was a necessary process to wane out the weak. A culling of sorts. Although, it was only ever three at most that would lolly gag behind, incapable of getting to extraction without being caught. Once caught though however, most were blindly following the words of their emperor and would take their own weakened lives. It was a vicious cycle, but consistent. It bred the best and most talented individuals the galaxy had ever known. Orion sought more from the arts in stealth, but even more so in everything else. His goals required knowledge, but his body was molded to perform, and preform he would. He glanced over the locale, his eyes shifting to the senate building. That was the mother goose, and with tender care they would watch over it. ​

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Orion stepped out in front of some of the other sith. Ignoring the holograms, he walked through them and knelt toward the ground at a strange dip. He placed his invisible hand down onto the ground, tracing his fingers along a meandering form. A footprint, fresh and heading back toward the city. He turned to the others and sighed. ​

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"A footprint, no bigger than the size of a child. I doubt we've been spotted, but I am not certain. I suggest we pursue, provided you grant permission, Darth Ophidia." Orion said, hoping she would send some of the others after the potential threat.​

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Orion stood now, awaiting the next move. ​

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[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Nidus"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] |[member="William Snow"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] |​

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location : Leaving planetary Senator Offices- Rendili
Objective : Find out who the old man it

The small meeting went on for a few minutes Harley choosing to leave and let Senator Hork handle the rest of the talking, it was his arrangement anyways, he had just been there to see how things were handled and get an idea for Rendili's future ship line. He continued to walk until exiting the building, contemplating what to do next, there weren't any real pressing matters to handle at this time and so far all the current senator votes had passed without any major draw backs, "guess I have a free day, now what to do with it".

In the past such an answer would be easy, but now he was a senator and had to uphold 'some' rules and protocol least cause a scene, that had apparently been quite a problem in the original republic from thousands of years ago, along with corruption. Well he couldn't easily get rid of the corrupt part, but not going to some shady dice game and gambling away planetary funds was easy enough, not that he needed to, personally his company made more then enough cash for some personal spending, and even then he rarely dipped into that.

The small conundrum was put on hold at the smell of... tea? Certainly not something he would expect here, Harley's head turning around to face the direction of the lingering odor, eyes planting on a elderly man, who also seemed to emanate a force presence. Was he a Jedi? seemed to carry that vibe, especially the clothing, was he apart of the New Republic Jedi? with their labeling as regular citizens it was not out of the ordinary to see members of the order just go about daily life. "Well it is something, certainly not an everyday occurrence", giving a small surge he sauntered over to the tree brewing man, giving him a small wave,"you setting up a store or just making a drink for yourself".

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Phasma-class Infiltrator - Atmosphere to Landing.
Sith Assassins: [member="Nidus"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]
New Republic: [member="Senator Bobb Hork"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="William Snow"]

With understanding sinking into her little squadron of assassins, she nodded and motioned for the group to move out. They had been trained, drilled, veritably whipped into a shape that ought pass unnoticed by all but those most specialised in detection. Yet, Darth Ophidia had never been one to trust anything to move on its own. If anything, she was somewhat too involved in moving the pieces of her organisation.

Still, she had some faith that they were ready for the task. Even the new one. If they were caught? Well their mission came with three distinct means of diverting blame. The utmost loyalty, nay obedience, was not assumed, but demanded on the pain of death.

The Pale threw a glance to Orion as he marched through the holograms and started touching the ground. She followed the path of his finger with her eyes and acquiesced to his request with a simple nod and word.

"Cleanly"

Looking to the remainder of her crew, she nodded for them to follow on the trek to the city limits. And as they set off, personal cloaking systems were engaged to hide their forms. A few broke off along the way, accepting other missions and targets as they went, until Ophidia was left with Nidus, the new one, for a moment. They had come to the edge of the city itself and she turned to him.

"I want you to go ahead, I will watch your back. Show me what you are able to do."

Even with the cloaking enabled and her presence heavily concealed, there was an eerie feeling attached to her attention; where her eyes landed, one's skin often crawled and the very air grew still and cold. She was called the Aspect of Death, a title following her position as the Pale Assassin, and with her ghostly form standing in front of the Acolyte, some could consider why she of all had been given that distinction.

"This is your chance to impress me, Acolyte."

Oscillations of the air showed that she stepped aside for Nidus to take point before they completely blended with the background once more and left one wondering if she was standing still or if she had moved further away.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland looked up as someone approached and spoke to him. "Not an everyday occurrence?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well, then your days are really lacking the finer things in life."

He gestured towards a bit of a seat next to him. "Come, sit down, and join me. Not a store. Just an itinerant traveler with a pot of tea and glasses to share." He lifted up an empty wooden teacup and handed it over. He poured out a stream of tea into his own cup and watched it steam and swirl in the mug. "What brings you here?"

Still, something was off. A sensation trickled through the Force, faint and disparate. It continued to move and shift in and out. He frowned slightly and tried to focus. The challenge was sifting out the sensation from the rest of the Force presences that existed on the world and in the vicinity. Nothing strong or specific enough to pin down. The frown deepened beneath the beard as he stared into the tea. Were there more than one? He could only get a sense on one, but there were flickers of chilling fear that rippled through the Force. Yet, nothing that seemed to cause it.

He steepled his fingers and closed his eyes, inhaling the steam from the tea. Brief flickers of the fear continued to flicker, but then it vanished. He couldn't place the location, but it wasn't terribly far off. Somewhere in the city, maybe? But who and why?

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]