Return of the Heritage Council | Kur's Dozen Rebellion of Free World's Coalition Held Hapes Hex

[WD-334]

Location: High-tech Laboratories on Gallinore
Objective: 2. Defend the laboratories On Gallinore
Forces: Echani Guard, Multiple squads of R-99 and Ashen Guard, Obsidian Fist in orbit
Allies: FWC forces
Enemies: Criminals and others against FWC

WD-334 had come to Gallinore to inspect the laboratories. It had wanted to see what exactly was going on here, being experimented on and such. The types of projects for the FWC or the Gallinore cluster itself. And for now, the droid was rather impressed by it all. With it the war droid had brought a complement of droids as it always did bring with it. The droid was always one for security and extra caution and backup. It always carried it's shield with it as well, and always armed unless directed otherwise by a supervisor. So far there had been multiple projects here that held the droid's interest. One was a weapon project, and weapon projects always caught the droids eyes.

In orbit was the Obsidian Fist, the droid's flagship. More as of security, but the droid doubted anything would come. The scientists and project workers were not too fond of the droid already as it kept getting in the way, but it could care less. "These projects are impressive" the droid spoke to one of the lead scientists accompanying the droid. "One day I will come for something for me."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

≡ "RANCOR SQUAD" ≡​

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Objective 2: Cause some chaos​

Allies: [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Reginald Frederickson"], Golden Company​

Enemies: FWC, their allies​

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HAPES​

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Ta'a Chume'Dan.​

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"That's all you, Three," Glancing to the odd alien, Reginald, who was effectively a skeleton, Kur inclined his helmeted head. "Far be it for me to deny an artist his choice of canvas."

There weren't too many surprises left in the galaxy for a being as old as the Gen'Dai, but in this case the undead, parasite or organism, that either was or that controlled the skeleton was certainly a curiosity. Still unsure exactly what Reginald was, Kur decided he would have to ask when they were able to speak more freely. Until then, it would remain a mystery, one that Kur wanted to find out - if only to know. Reaching into a nearby storage unit, Kur removed a large piece of fabric; it was nothing special, just a covering that was brown and mildly furry, as he draped it over his form and pulled it into something of a robe.

Wasn't much, and didn't do anything about his height, but at least the armor and weaponry was obscured somewhat to casual inspection.

"Ready to move when you are, Rancors," Kur said, smirking. In an occupation where your mercenary company name was important, it felt odd to be using a false identity. But, that was the requirement from the client, and Kur was professional. "Don't leave anything behind, sentients. We have other methods of transport off this rock."

Securing the last of his items, tucking everything within the robe, which was over Kur's head and shoulders, the tall Gen'Dai began walking toward the ramp of the ship. He ducked through several corridors, muttering at the low hull space, before he reached the exit and promptly walked down. Standing on the duracrete, looking around, Kur felt a pang of regret over having to do damage to such a pretty city. Still, work was work, and it wasn't the Gen'Dai's job to decide what needed doing - just to get it done.

"I've paid the security, as you requested," The Captain said from the ramp, nodding to the individuals further away that stood beside a door. "They'll allow you to bypass customs and the checkpoints. I've worked with them before, they're solid."

"Good working with you, Captain," Kur said, nodding.

It was time for the group to move...

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 1: Support the Queen Mother in these Perilous Times. Earn a buck or two.
Location: The Palace Gardens.
Allies: [member="Codename: Cypher"] The Royals and their Bank Balances
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Zef Halo"] and the other rebel ne'er do wells!

Immediate Assets: 14/14 FFE Mercenaries (9 Hapan Mercenaries | 2x Twi’leks | 2x Noghri | 1 x Houk)
Potential Assets Offsite: 50 Noghri Commandos, transports and escort craft. | x3 Hackers using the Botnet

“But you must surely understand, using an offworlder as a symbol of unification may well add fire to the rebel’s cause.” The aide was at pains to explain, but he need not have bothered.

Blue’s smile was calculated blow the veil. “Yes. Hopefully. In fact, that might just work to our advantage.” She had a bottle of firewire offered to their hosts but he refused, so she waved it off. The garden’s looked pleasant this time of year, it was quite a contrast to the situation developing elsewhere offworld. She whispered a few words into the aide's ear and his concerned expression eased, considering her plan.

Because as long as the royal family was safe and secure, that added a great evener to events. Beyond that however, they could use this rebellion to bolster her... their own position in the minds of the populace. Her presence here was to assure that, both diplomatically, across the holonet through her hackers, and through her mercenaries being a very visible show of force. All the angles were to be covered, indeed if the queen were sadly to fall, she wanted her very visible show of force and the various services she offered to publicly broadcast. There were always two sides to any deal. Certainly some rogue elements on Hapes might appreciate some of her products if they were visibly caught on camera for example, however this deal ended.

She snapped her fingers, and a very shapely looking Hapan with a holocamera emerged, a well trained Noghri watching the operators back to make sure nobody bumped into her. “About that idea…”

The aide stood up and hmmed. “I will have to talk to my superiors about your intriguing plan.”

Lady Blue leaned back in her chair and dipped her head very slightly, “take all the time you need, you may contact me through this.” She handed over a small blue business card with built in communicator. Of course the underling must run to his betters, here most of all the males were not in leadership positions very often, something of a slight perhaps that she’d been greeted by one, but she took it in her stride.

“How are the plans coming along to secure the palace?” Tadietti said quietly to purple twi’lek by her side. “No intruders or threats as of yet.” Her own aide answered, glancing over the data coming in on her tablet screen, fed from their various sources. Blue stood and stretched her legs, the palace had its own guards of course, but what it didn't have were 14 trained criminals and assassins now patrolling its hallways. Until today [member="Zef Halo"]

Time for phase 2 of the plan then.

 

[Zef Halo]

NEAR FOUNTAIN PALACE,
HAPES
OBJECTIVE: ROB THE PALACE
ALLIES: [member="Zyrias Pax"]
ENEMIES: People who don't want to get robbed, [member="Tadietti Tann"]
The grumpy old man remained unamused and quite frankly surprised by who the heck he had to team up with. Slicers were freaks, he'd learned that over a long lifetime. Different type of freaks, there was this and there was Daro Tarsi. Both insane, both freaks but in their own unique ways. The smuggler concluded it had to do something with staying up all night and day on computer terminals.

Zef took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. It was time to get this job done.

"Took you a while." He completely ignored her request as he pushed himself off the trunk of the tree. The smuggler reached for the simple backpack on his back before laying it down on the ground unfolding its content. An ammunition belt with a bunch of ion and flash grenades. "I don't plan on usin' 'em." He explained as he put the belt across his torso. "Hopefully, thanks to you, we wouldn't need to."

He adjusted the damned leather thing before checking his shatter pistol.

"You've got a plan, right kid?"

 

[Relina Zhan]

@WD-334 [member="Codename: Cypher"] [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Kur"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Darth Cremaetus"] [member="Mercutio"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Darth Zurvan"]

Allies: FWC, Hapes Consortium, Allies
Enemies: Anyone not allied with the FWC, Hapes Conosrtium, or friends.
Objective: Protect the Queen Mother and her assets, by military force if necessary.

Relina, escorted by the Angel Squadron, flew her Terminus Starfgihter down to Hapes surface, having been given classified orders to report to the Regent Queen Mother. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Begin reentry sequence. Lets put our best game faces on. We're meeting the Regent."

"Yes, My lady." Her unit replied together.

The Squadron dove down to the planet below, forward deflector screens online to reduce the heat from friction due to re-entry. Within minutes, the Angels broke through the cloud layer, the loud staccato of their high tech pulse-detonation ion engines resounding as they approached the Royal Hangar of Fountain Palace. Relina started her landing cycle as she decreased speed and altitude to land, having been pre-cleared by Naval Intelligence on the Regent's behalf.

Relina's opaque canopy slid forward as she removed the tactical visor from her eyes. She had been briefed on the supposition that a possible insurrection might be brewing and being a known loyalist noblewoman and military leader, she had been assigned to something that amounted to a cross between security and intelligence by proxy. She knew all about classified, of course, having been on her share of missions that didn't exist, but this one had to be the strangest. She had taken a much more direct approach to the last insurrection, considering it had become a full blown military campaign. It was apparent that such a campaign was less than desirable and it was being nipped in the bud.

She holstered her repeater sidearm, having removed it from its housing under the console, and her vibrorapier, which she carried with her on every flight. She'd then head to those present to meet her and her squadron upon arrival... but where was Allana?

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Objective: 2, Steal
Location: Fountain Palace
Allies in the immediate vicinity: [member="Zef Halo"]
Allies: Kur's Dozen, [member="Kur"], [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"]
Enemies: [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Codename: Cypher"]


“Ah yes, the plan.” Zyrias eyed the grenades warily, not necessarily afraid of munitions - she’d recently caused a small explosion on Canto Bight herself - but because they were kind of out in the open. Still, Hapes was so beautiful and picturesque that the women glided around as though nothing were amiss, and no one really gave the pair a second look. She drew out her datapad and began to furiously type on it, doing that freaky slicing thing.

“You’re gonna be my Dad,” she said distractedly tapping upon the keyboard. “And I’m your spoiled Princess.” Zyrias grinned proudly and continued, “There. If our IDs are scanned at the Palace Gates, both of us are going to check out.” She'd hacked into the population database and planted their identities within the main census of the capital. Digging into her oversized hoodie pockets, she presented the grizzled mercenary a shiny, filigreed flimsiplast invitation. In perfect calligraphy, it read:

“Enjoy Hapan gold wine and lute playing in the Lavender Patch just outside of the Palace Gardens, courtesy of Lady Vora of the Febrini system.” ​

The minor noblewoman was no doubt a social climbing aristocrat looking to court favor with the Queen and her cohorts.

“You aren’t completely dressed the part, but then it’s ladies first around here. I really hope they have those cucumber sandwiches and everything. I’m starving.” She nodded her head at the luggage. “We can store the high ticket items in there.” Expecting him to cart the bag along as a Hapan man would do, Zyrias pushed her sunglasses back upon the bridge of her freckled nose and began striding towards the Palace as though it were her own private bungalow.

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

Objective 2= quell these terrorist attacks and find the root of it...once it happens
Location= Unknown spaceport in Hapes
Allies= FWC
Enemy= Unknown

If anything else he knew all too well the risk as well the consequence reactivating and steps back into the past meant. But then again due to some unforeseen circumstances, all he could tell himself was it could be help. And that one way or another his past would eventually catch up with him....as it seems did not too long ago. Where in while dropping by clear our some a few remnants of his past that a message came in...a message that both caught his attention as well reminded him of the past he all but wish to forget.

At any rate even before he could think he was then forced to depart leaving behind a seem bloody mess. Wherein aside from the broken up room was the unmistaken sight of the outline of an all too dead individual. One whom no less fit the general description of a male about his age or built but so burnt out that a proper identification to make certain was impossible but no less improbable. Thought it would take a much longer time do so....something which once he had sober enough to awaken in the back of some unknown alley. Then finding himself in a nearby unoccupied warehouse that he came find out. Whatever the case would be that there was no back out of this one as stare into the partial broken washroom. Was a face he dare not recognize nor wish he'd never came see again.....as his hand quickly reach out grab around his neck that he come feel the outline of the device. One which in the back his mind he all had been all too familiar with from the past.....as he felt the cool smooth surface of the Kamakazi leash.

A device he comes to remember as being one the few effective yet deadly arsenal he comes to come across during the close years of one of many darker parts in the past. To which before he could let any of it sink in that a voice seems to have come out of nowhere taunting him.

"Well, wakey... wakey.... but just the same listen up. Do as we say and everything will be just peachy.....go to the spaceport. There we need you intercept a certain individual. All the gear and get up you'll need to pull this off is in the box beneath this sink go get it and get a move on it......and oh don't try anything funny cuz we'll be watching...."

 

[Adelram Thul]

Location: Conference center, near the Palace
Objective: Protect Assets

"The Duch'a will see you now." One of the Hapan officers said. "We will escort you to her highness."
"Very well." Azrik responded and followed the officers who escorted him back to the Conference center where he had met the Duch'a earlier, almost a week prior.

Entering a small chamber that overlooked the Fountain Palace, Azrik found [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] gazing out of a window. The officers left, as they slipped out of view Azrik offered a bow. "My lady. It is a pleasure to see you again. I was hoping to finalize out deal today." He spoke producing a data-pad that had all the extended details of their prior arrangement for Azrik to build a facility and the nature of what was going to be produced. He set the data-pad down on a ornate table. "I was hoping you spoke with the Hapan court on our arrangements."

Hiding his force presence, he did not need rival Sith or overzealous Jedi flushing him out. He would ask nothing of the Queen, or make any suggestions about the FWC's recent instability, unless the Duch'a brought it up to him first. He could feel the weight of the Sith Saber in his robes, if negotiation failed and he became trapped, he could cut his way out.

 

[Codename: Cypher]

[member="Zyrias Pax"]

Cypher, with her mind inside the City's central mainframe, began sifting through files and steams of incoming and outgoing data at a pace quite a bit faster than someone could type and click in meatspace. The cyborg had discretionary access to just about all government files, not the least of which were census records. While such records were public, forging them was something that would show up on a vigilant observer's radar. She would allow Zyria's forgery to pass, but tagged the files she tampered with much like an animal in the wild. She would watch those people very, very carefully, flagging their files' metadata.

"Not ten miliseconds and I already have a target.... Let the shenanigans begin." she said to herself with only a faint hint of a smile creasing her stoic, flat military discipline. Like most 'spooks', she had to give the image that she had no sense of humour, no personality, and no mercy. She'd then cross-reference the source of the datalink from which the query and the written data had come from. She'd then query the security holocams to call up a real-time image of her quarry. However, the slicer gear seemed to be of high quality, equipped with a set of dynamic proxies that made triangulation of the signal a pain in the bottom. She'd take a few minutes to take a step back and called all local Holonet gateways in the city, backtracking the changing signal pings. It took time, but she would run an algorithm designed to keep track of a root IP address once located through a series of proxies.

"... no noisy port scan.... dynamic proxy... She's very good." Cypher commented, staring at the lovely woman holding the machine she backtraced. She'd save still holos of the woman at every angle she could get, storing them in a suspect dossier for later prosecution. She'd also send the dossier compiled to other agents and Hapan security with explicit instructions to not engage until ordered otherwise. The exact nature of what she was up to was not yet known and Cypher was not in the business of jumping the gun. Whatever she was doing on Hapes might well reveal more of the conspiracy that was unfolding and draw out the other players in the treason.

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Objective: 1 (maintain her position as queen mother)
Location: The Fountain Palace (The Hall of the Queen Mothers)
Allies: Everyone
Enemies: Everyone
Assets: The Hapes Consortium

Four years had passed. Allana looked up to the painting of Kateriel Larenia Chume. The former Queen Mother of Hapes, her aunt and former guardian that raised her in her youth. Alalna was too young when her parents died. She could not remember them. She could remember Katerial. It was the only mother she knew.
Her azure hued eyes looked up to her mother’s. Between guards and other members of the court filtering around the halls she was not alone. She could not speak freely of what was hidden in her heart at that moment. She wore the clam demeanor of a Hapen noble. Her heart was saddened though. She missed her mother and would her desire her to be here more than anything.

Allana’s features emotionless. Her heart wept longing for the only family she could remember.

‘Forgive me mother’, Alllana thought quietly to herself. ‘Four years ago you and Hapes Prime were taken away from us. Our isolation from the rest of the galaxy had left us vulnerable to outside attack. We were not ready for the technology the Sith had at the time. They over ran our line through the Mists and made it to our capital. A single bomb took you and many of our people away in one swift blow. We drove them back but at great cost. We lost you and many. Our people had lain in fear and if not for your strength you blessed me with The Consortium would have been shattered. To strengthen our borders I sought allies you would never have. I have used their strength saving ours to tighten our grip upon the Mists. I knew not all would be pleased by this. However their way of life was on the edge of extinction. You were gone. The Royal Council was gone. There was me and the Royal Hapen Fleet. From chaos I brought back order. From order our traditions were saved. For four years we have not been attacked. I knew there might be a day when the few who disagree would come for me. To claim the rainbow crown they would need my death. The question remains. Will I show pity and mercy upon those wishing my death? Or would I do as you would?’

A smile spread across Allana’s lips. As she finished her quiet thoughts Allana tuned and began to walk down the hall. She headed to the designated point she was to met [member="Relina Zhan"].

What Allana did not know she was going to hear word from the Slicer [member="Tadietti Tann"] .

She did hope she would hear from [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] soon. If [member="Persephone Callas"] was here Allana would have breathed a little easier as well.

 

[Melanctha Dallamoor]

[member="Darth Zurvan"]

Melanctha turned, "Yes the final details." She knew she should let [member="Allana Badeaux"] know of the deals right away but something inside her just made her hesitate. She tried to hide the sigh that escaped her but the air passed quickly and she looked at Azrik.

She picked up the datapad and began going over the details. He was very astute in recording everything as she had asked. The Queen perhaps would have wanted more but she wanted Hapes protected. Was this protecting them? Not really this was building a way for them to fund their military, and with the return of the Song of War it set them on the right path. The restoration of the great ship would help to inspire the many hapans who felt slighted by the actions of their monarch.

She looked over to Azrik he seemed only to be waiting. "I should warn you that as an off worlder you may encounter some hostility." With a single tape the page turned, "It would not go well if Hapans were harmed. It could be played out that no one but Hapans should be here." The fine print so far did not hide anything that she didn't expect.

"I would assume you are able to protect your interests here without...ending life. Am I correct?" What if he said no. What then?

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: The Fountain of Youth Clinic
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Equipment: In Signature
Enemies: [member="Kei Raxis"]
Objective: Secure Tmoxin's objectives and make sure they are completed.

The Enforcer had stood upon the ship of perhaps someone he should have killed. Hapes had been the target, It had been months since the Battle of Kamino, months since he had faced the Dark Jedi Master in a duel to the death within her labs. She was responsible for allowing the CIS to attack an Imperial Holdout and so she had to pay, and he would have killed her right where she was standing if it was not for a few things. One is the creation that had been tied to them, their daughter the clone [member="Varas Kyrel"] He had a slight hope that perhaps one day she could be a Mother to Varas. Thinking of her she had grown into her own, learning faster in the ways of the Force that he could, even reaching to be a Knight of Ren. She truly was a daughter of darkness, but he had grown wary of her, her attempt to murder him had led him to think about what Tmoxin could do for the girl. Despite all that, she had grown into a bright and powerful young woman.

Still, he still harbored some animosity towards her and was surprised that she had revealed himself to him. He was the last person that she needed to reveal herself to. But when she had brought the idea of claiming the Hapan throne due to the instability of the weakening Free Worlds Coalition. All he could do was grin and laugh like a madman, agreeing to the idea. His knowledge of Hapes wasn't much only knowing that one of the Skywalker bloodline, Jacen Solo then Darth Caedus had offspring who was related to the Hapan throne, but how the brethren of Kylo Ren had not been so foolish in quests for power and not accepting the Consortium had almost baffled him, but then again he had often questioned the History. Despite its history linked to the powerful Skywalker bloodline if Tmoxin's coup succeeds and she rules the Hapes Sector. His help and with Varas being her daughter and perhaps able to rule someday, it would give the First Order a friend in the Core should the time comes when the Great Galactic War comes to the Core Worlds.

He was ready as Tmoxin spoke to him, at first speaking of how they were going to get to the palace, before turning to him, her gaze almost made him sneer through his mask, as she asked if he had known why he had chosen him, and not Varas. Then she had pressed further with asking of how their daughter was these days. His blood boiled upon hearing the words, his teeth gritted, his hands clenched in anger as if the words had cut to his core. Kyrel responded through the metallic tone of his mask, the deep and sinister tone had hidden the iciness of his actual voice, but nonetheless, the words stung as Kyrel spoke. "You lost that right to ask such things of our daughter since the day she was born. You are most fortunate I am aiding you for if it were not for benefits the Hapans could offer the First Order, I would have killed you when I had the chance. " He paused momentarily, letting his anger set aside as he couldn't allow his anger to overwhelm him before he continued onward answering her question "I assume it was because of use as a weapon to be wielded..?" He paused again before speaking his tone more urgent. "I suggest we move quickly. So what is this scheme of yours, how will you take control of the government?" He had expressed a sudden urgency this time, they had to move quickly as he was certain it was only a matter of time before they were discovered. Perhaps they would encounter Jedi or at least anyone aligned to the Consortium. Still, he knew this wasn't going to be easy. And even if this wasn't the challenge excited him, the thought of crushing his enemies made him grin like a madman. He may have been the sword to be wielded but still, he found a delight in destruction and death. But even so in this time of change, there had to be destruction before rebirth, and now it was time for Hapes to experience the joy of Chaos before being Reborn into something new. Hapes time had come.

 

[Adelram Thul]

Azrik noticed that Duch'a [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] was shaken, she was unsure of the decision she needed to make. Her inquires were interesting none the less, The Duch'a knew the lingering the threat the Consortium faced. Perhaps she felt Azrik was not trustworthy. "Ending life?" Azrik cocked his head to the side, perplexed. "I came to build factories and use this place as a safe haven." He wondered how stressed she was. "We can arrange that off-worlders stay on the corporate campus. So they don't interfere with locals who don't work at the facility. We'll need more space and a secluded location so the non-Hapan staff can't easily infiltrate Hapan cities and whatnot." Azrik noted.

His conversation trailed off for a moment, as he avoid the earlier statement about the killing of Hapans. "I get the feeling you believe that I don't honest intentions in building ships here. May I ask you, my lady, what your really afraid of?"

 

[Relina Zhan]

@WD-334 [member="Codename: Cypher"] [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Kur"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Darth Cremaetus"] [member="Mercutio"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Reginald Frederickson"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Darth Zurvan"]

Relina was lead by military personnel stationed at Fountain Palace to the main hall where she was to meet her Queen and her entourage and was left alone with her and her Angels. The Ducha of Gallinore and her's had been given no time to change their clothes. And so it was that Relina was still dressed in her flightsuit. Her rank pin denoted her rank as a Major and her shoulder insignia had the Hapan flag on the right and the Gallinore flag on the left. The suit was charcoal black and fitted. At her hip she wore her family's vibrorapier and on her thigh was her holstered repeater pistol. Her red-blonde hair was still done up in a neat bun.

When Ducha Zhan laid eyes upon the Regent, she would stand at attention with her squadron, each of the seven pilots saluting. "Her Majesty on deck." she said quite military-like, in Hapan.

Relina was no stranger to the pomp and circumstance of Noble life, but differed from many of her peers in that she was still a member of the Royal Navy and had some time ago resumed active duty. Her twin sister, incidentally, handled matters of state back home and represented Gallinore in the Hapan parliamentary body, Lorell Hall.

 

[Zef Halo]

NEAR FOUNTAIN PALACE,
HAPES
OBJECTIVE: ROB THE PALACE
ALLIES: [member="Zyrias Pax"]
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Dad?

"I am sorry what?" Zef blinked before shaking his head in disbelief. "This is going to go incredibly well." He groaned sarcastically. The old man's life revolved around being anything but a good father.

The smuggler took the fancy card and inspected it carefully as if it was a new gun.

"Enjoy Hapan gold wine, yabba yabba- Look, I ain't the best actor out there. Especially for the role but." He gave her the invitation back. "The money's too good to pass, so we'll roll. Can't have the 'nades with me can I?" Zef took to bundling back the sack with the grenades and tossing it into a thick bush out of the way before moving on to follow her lead towards the palace.

"What do you mean I am not dressed as well, kid?" He gave himself an up & down look. Cargo trousers, white t-shirt with rolled sleeves on one of which his cigarette pack stood impressively and a thin space leather vest. His glance caught the bag the woman seemed to forget behind.

"You ain't takin' that bag with you?" The man was old and oblivious. Give him a break.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Infiltrating Research Facilities
Objective: Theft of data and sabotage

Like most things that involved Daxton, this mission had a rather humble beginning. So humble in fact, that in hindsight one could claim that detecting it would have been impossible. Someone had established contact through the old Red Raven network about a business opportunity. As is the nature of such things, the inquiry passed hrough several layers of scrutiny, discrete back checks and preliminary intel gathering.

When all panned out Daxton prepared an elite team of infiltration experts to pave the way for his arrival. Given the insular nature of the Hapan people, he couldn’t just send in the team with forged paperwork. For this task, he spent months tracking down Hapans and abducting them, so he could flesh shape his agents to be virtual duplicates of his prisoners. Those who cooperated were allowed to live in secluded confinement for a short period in exchange for a reasonable payout once the job was finished, although he never stated what the actual job was. Those that resisted? Well lets just say Daxton’s pets would never go hungry for the duration of their stay, and leave the rest to your imagination.

Once in place, his teams burrowed themselves into the woodwork of Hapan system, and granting him access for a cover identity that bore the face and pedigree of a low noble Hapan. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, one could not see one bit of the Zabrak. A slightly handsome Hapan face grinned back him, the product of his mastery of Masque, perfect down to genetic markers should they impose a scan on him.

Today he work a smart cut uniform similar to those worn at the research facility. He was going to go there with his official documentation and get as much data before planting some explosive devices and wiping out the research data for the short term. Ah it was music to his ears to be able to create even more chaos, leaving death and ruin in his wake.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
Objective-land and begin to the embassy, gather info along the way.


Whether her appretince heard or not, she couldn't waste any time at all, she turned and left going into the cargo hold of the ship. She glanced around seeing a few crates of grains. One thing she always manged to ship between planets during her visits when she wasn't busy. A ring in her ear then a message came. She turned and smiled, the security check point had been reached and they were starting the boarding procedures. Stardust waved for two god killers, men who she had fought with and trusted greatly, to follow her. She came up to the door and stood straight. Once it was opened she was greeted with a squad of sevuroty officers led by a older looking hapan captain.

good day captain, I hope you find everything in order to your liking

The captain simply grumbled and moved past, stardust followed as the officers started inspecting her cargo. She stayed back and waited eyeing them carefully. It took maybe 20 minutes before the captain returned

everything is in perfect order, you may proceed after we disengage

She saluted then watched him walk away. Within a hour they were on the ground and had started unloading the grain, meanwhile stardust started for the embassy deciding she would walk there let conversations drift over her eat see what she could hear...unaware that one was watching her

 

[Karro Radin]

Objective: cause havoc, protect [member="Reginald Frederickson"]

WHZZZZZZ Karro's circuitry whirred to life as well as his photoreceptors which illuminated the inside of the crate with a fine crimson. He slowly lifted his head which lightly clunked the top of his steel confinement. He looked down and balled his hand into a fist, watching the pistons in his forearm hiss as he started to move again. He had an advantage his organic allies did not. He could force himself to "sleep" while they others could not. His head perked as he heard the sound of customs officials checking the crates. His hand instinctively reached for his blaster pistol, he knew he didn't need it but relying on it wasn't a habit he intended to break.

If Karro was being honest he did feel out of place within the group, well he cant feel, but he could tell the other members were wary in his presence. Who really wouldn't find the a killer droid unsettling? He did however know that his mission on Hapes was to protect and work with the groups alchemist, Reginald. Karro suddenly looked up as the top of his crate was removed. The droid slowly stood up with a hiss of hydraulics and steam piping from his neck. He held out his arms and twisted at the waist, loosening his joints. Not a moment later he reached down into the crate and magnetically attached his rifle to his back, leaping out of the crate and approaching Reginald. Karro's body moved with elegance but always looked visibly glitchy if you stared long enough. He stood face to face with the skeleton and spoke to him, his red eyes blinking with every word "I'm with you."

 

[Reginald Frederickson]

Objective 2: Blow stuff up, get the population worried
Allies: Zyrias Pax, Marcus Lok, [member="Kur"], [member="Karro Radin"], Golden Company
Enemies: FWC, their allies

Kur's response was like music to his ears.

"Ah, just what I wanted to hear. I'll certainly try not to disappoint." he said in a sing-song tone of voice immediately before the droid uttered its short phrase. "That you are my metal companion. We've plenty of work to do, and not as much time as I'd like to do it. One, Four, I wish you luck in your endeavors, and should you need Five or I you need only send word." Reginald proclaimed, turning his whole body at once to the exit and raising the bronze face-plate over his skull. Don't want any other practitioners interfering with my art he thought as he begun to actively conceal his presence in the force, a somewhat more serious tone overcoming him as he stepped out into the bright and beautiful streets of Ta'a Chume'Dan. "Oh, Five. If you would be so kind as to carry my luggage. These old bones can't carry what they used to." Despite him being very able in carrying things with his capabilities in the force, he would hardly be able to carry his cases with physicality. And floating bags wouldn't exactly help them with being incognito.

"Five. Use that computer in your noggin to find high traffic areas and places where substance abuse is at its highest. We'll be going to at least two destinations today." Reginald said, scanning the immediate vicinity for security, high-end shopping, monuments, or other potential targets via his ability to "see" with the force. A surprising amount of surveillance was going on. Astounding even. Nearly every inch of the street was monitored by something, be it cameras or authorities in posts or doing patrols. It can't be like this throughout the whole city he thought as he continued looking. Stores were all over, most of which had plenty of people in them, though not quite the high traffic he were looking for. A single monument in the form of a statue of some regal-looking woman were on this street, though people seemed to simply walk by the thing, a single person stopping and reading a plaque before paying their respects by the looks of it. Some memorial apparently. Not popular enough.

There were some larger, much more regal looking structures off in the distance, though with the nature of the city, those were likely administrative centers. Perfect targets, if very dangerous ones. Even some of the greatest practitioners out there could be bested by swarms of measly guards if they didn't have an appropriate plan, which Reginald was notoriously bad at producing. Karro on the other hand. It must have a tactical mind of some sort. Computers tend to be better at calculating odds and all that jazz anyway. Better than him at least. For now, he would wait for his companion's input. He had it for a reason after all.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: 1. Establish the Heritage Council's Foundation on Hapes
Location: The Fountain of Youth Clinic in Ta'a Chume'Dan (eventually the Palace)
Allies: Kyrel Ren, Tha’ga Temi (NPC)
Enemies: ?
Others in Palace Vicinity: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Mercutio"] [member="Codename: Cypher"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Tadietti Tann"]

“She was not born, she was manufactured. But no, the answer is that she was not strong enough and you are,” Tmoxin said with a hint of irritation in her voice, anticipation prickling across her skin. “Just in case something goes wrong, I need a more seasoned warrior."

Her entire countenance smoothed when she saw her brother’s familiar clinic up ahead and though it was closed she could picture the well-heeled ladies of Hapan society sweeping in and out of the entrance on a daily basis for exclusive skin treatments. Unlocking the door, she stopped before pushing it open as though listening for something, an ambient string of tension in the air like an invisible line of catgut being delicately plucked.

A woman stood inside the darkened clinic; a redhead like Tmoxin, with such a resemblance that she was surely a relative.

“Kyrel Ren, this is my sister Tha’ga Temi.” While the woman had the same impeccable tailoring as Tmoxin, she was slightly younger and had a more innocent smile with less laugh lines framing her lips.

“Good to meet you.” Her eyes were a hue between strong caf and hazelnut. “Are these the flimsis?” She picked up a few important-looking papers which had just been sitting on the counter.

“Yes, they are." Tmoxin took them and tucked them under her arm.

She ushered both the Master of Ren and her sister out the door and headed in the direction of the Palace.

“Tha’ga, this is the individual I spoke about. The one who’s keeping an eye upon the Kaminoan facility sitting right in Galactic Empire space. And to answer your question, Kyrel. You will find out what I have planned when we’re at the Royal Court. For now, you’re the guardian of my Confederacy holdings to keep them safe from the Empire and even the Order.”

“This is about our bid to revive the Heritage Council isn’t it?” Tha'ga's quiet voice had a melodic, hopeful tone to it.

Tmoxin gave a curt nod, excitement beginning to fuel her focus.

The Heritage Council as an entity did not have a spotless history - far from it in fact for those who studies Hapes’s history. However, like a dry and bitter wine that steals your senses, the Vicerene of Lok hoped the public palate would change, and the Council would be welcomed and not feared. Appealing to the conservatives would be key, but how many of them remained at Court? When had any of the recent Queen Mothers been more than figureheads? Didn’t Hapes deserve a stronger ruler, one who not only understood how the palace politics worked, but could flip the switch with the snap of a jeweled finger to alert and engage the Hapan military?

“We shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves,” Tmoxin said, more to herself than anyone. “Follow me lead, and you’ll know what to do.” Tha’ga stared at Kyrel Ren with a peculiar curiosity. Perhaps she’d never encountered a Ren, or anyone like him? Or perhaps it was her sister she feared? But the younger Temi did not appear as confident as the Dark Jedi, and hopefully this would not be to her detriment in the cat-eat-cat milieu which encircled the throne.