Sabatoge and Insurrection (GA/OS)

[Silara Varis]

Kuat
1700 Hours

Following her leaving the Republic forces and watching the galaxy splinter, Silara had picked up new role. To sew insurrection and chaos amongst One Sith forces as best she could. The silver Sanctum appeared to in a state of flux, whilst the Alliance scored decisive victories against the Dark Tide. The Republic, on the other hand was splintering. Lacking real leadership and running on fumes of it's former glory.

As a former CAG she might not have been the best choice for this mission, if that was what it was called. This one was off the books. To the Republic she was simply Silara Varis, one time Commander of a defunct starfighter squadron. To the Alliance she was just another green recruit. A wet behind the ears rookie.

Underneath her layers of deception she was a rebel, with a lions heart and a total disregard for her own life. She had contacts, she had training from PMC's around the Galaxy. Now it was time to put it all together.

Wearing nothing but her black cloak and flightsuit, she guided the stolen TIE Interceptor into formation behind the air patrol, taking careful care to mimic their tactics exactly. Amber eyes flashed with fire and a savage grin split her face. Infiltration was the easy part. The Exfil was the worst part.

"Kilo two six, this is flight control over."

Silara thumbed the comms, lowering her voice two ocataves.

"Kilo two six, go ahead."

"You're not scheduled for this patrol. Actually I don't see your fighter showing up in any of our registrys? Are you new here?"

Suspicion.

"Uhh negative Kuat Actual, just coming in from the Fleet for a six month guard rotation. Must've gotten my schedule mixed up."

Inside the ops center the officer scratched his head.

"Transmit your security clearance Kilo."

"Roger transmitting now, please advise flight commands?"

Two more presses of the button got the comms spun up. The codes were old, and stolen, but they would hopefully hold.

"Kilo that code is old as hell. What fleet did you come from again?"

"Expeditionary, secret assignment."

"Secret what?"

"Alpha 261."

Last ditch resort, but usable.

It was a security code for black ops units. Something she'd stolen off a drunken spec ops pilot on coruscant in a bar. He'd gotten to sloshed and tried to impress her while she had goaded him on.

The line went silent, and then they responded.

"My apologies, cutting communications now. Welcome to Kuat."

"That's what I thought bonehead." Silara snarled after shutting down the comms.

She head a few others in tow, waiting for the all clear. Other operators like herself on a mission.

"All clear, all clear, all clear. Making landing approach."

Several other Interceptors swooped from the shadows, forming up behind her, streaking full burn to the lowest hangar of the ship yards.....

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss was sitting on a metal cargo box, the hood of his tatterd black robe hiding his face, legs crossed, meditating like his master teached him. Its been only hours since he returned back into One Sith space from Nar Shaddaa. Kuat wasn´t his actual goal, but without an own ship he had to sumbit to the timetable of the cargo ship he was traveling with. The lack of sleep and the disappointment that he gained absolutely nothing from his deal on Nar Shaddaa started to slowly drain the energy of the young sith apprentice. While he was able to focus on his anger and passion for the first hour of meditation, after that his mind slowly faded away, oberserving the people leaving and arriving in the hangar within the force. Most of them were perfectly normal, once in a while he would sense someone with a strong connection to the dark side.

The sound of serveral tie fighters landing inside the hanger was heard, but it was not the noise that gained his interest. He could feel someone inside on of the fighters with a strange connection to the force, not the well known, hateful and corrupted feel of the dark side or the disgusting peace of the light side. He opens his eyes, watching as the ships meet the ground of the hangar, trying to discover which of them was navigated by the person he sensed.

[member="Silara Varis"]

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Abyss"]

1730 Hours
Kuat

They landed all at once. There was no greeting party, no rush of deck hands to refuel and refit the fighters. No she had chosen the bottom levels for one reason. Seclusion.

"All agents a go."

"Roger that, regroup at point Alpha."

It was a code for the deckhand quarters. Down here was the lowest of the low. Veritable slaves to the Sith war machine, aliens and lower class citizens who were fed up. It was precisely their mistreatment that had made an opening for Varis and her team. And like competent operators it was a factor they had exploited.

She slipped silently from the fighter, letting her goggles down around her neck. Both hands pulled her black cloak tighter over the jumpsuit and silent footfalls, brought her closer to the exit. On the other side waited two greasy Rodians, both with a smile on their lips.

"Ahh you made it! I was beginning to think this was a big mistake."

"Not here, c'mon."

They nodded, each flanking one side or the other. The Rodians had worked these yards for years in the lower levels. Engineering rooms, systems maintenance, fuel operations. They had a wide network all the way up the upper levels, and knew the station inside out. One of them touched a recessed wall panel, and the wall slid away with a whoosh.

"Impressive."

"Access corridor for maintenance. Leads all the way to the Crew Quarters. Now c'mon, we have to be quick before Guard Patrols come along."

"You still have patrols down here?"

It was an unexpected variable in play. something she hadn't predicted that left a sour taste in her mouth.

"Yes, now go."

 

[Darth Abyss]

The hooded figure watched as the strange presence in form of female pilot exits the tie fighter, just to be greeted by two rodians. He could not point it out, but something about her felt off. Her aura in the force was almost alien, at least in one sith territory. His returne to the Academy could wait. He waited until the group started to leave, following them hidding in the shadows, using his few force talents to mask his presence from her. He keept his distance to them to not raise suspicion, almost missing that the rodians opend a door hidden in the wall. Again he waits until the group closed the door, focusing on her presence to not lose her in the labyrinthine inside of the place. as he felt her aura slowly slipping from his mind, he opens the door himself, following his instinct to walk into the right directions.

[member="Silara Varis"]

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Abyss"]

1800 Hours
Kuat, Lower Levels

It started with a prickling. An inkling that someone was onto her. As best she could she ignored it, keeping herself fully rooted in the moment, the mission. They continued on, traversing many twists and turns until finally another door opened and she found herself face to face with her three fellow agents and a mass of grease stained faces.

Anger, hope, fear, pride, all these emotions swirled about the room, overwhelming her.

"Ah you're here! We are soon to be freed!"

"Calm down, one thing at a time folks."

Both hands outstretched from the cloak, palms down in a neutral waving gesture.

"Do we have the support of the upper decks?"

"Aye we do!"

"Explosives have been planted, and those that are with you are ready. Let's move now!"

"We can't just yet. Red two, what's our status?"

She was another agent. One much like herself but Echani and slender as all hell.

"We have seven strike teams for the Star Destroyers docked, two sabatoge teams for the engine rooms."

"We still plan to evacuate you lot, but conditions have changed. You'll have to do exactly as I say."

It was Red three.

"They are both right. We didn't come in unnoticed. Unfortunately eyes are on us..... I've..... felt it."

"Then now what!" The crowd began to roar, panicked and afraid.

"QUIET!"

They shut up, instant;y as fire flashed from the young Silara's eyes.

"Execute phase one and two, skip three. Go directly to your targets after you've completed your tasks. Red two and three, we'll free the prisoners and retain one combat team with us."

She paused, and then drew her DL-44, holding it in the high carry.

"You fine beings ready to take back your lives!"

"ARRGH!"

"Ready to stick it to your masters!"

"ARRRGGGHH"

"Ready for Freedom!"

"ARRGHHH!"

"Alright, Cat's out of the bag. Spread the word, let the games begin!"

 

[Darth Abyss]

Following her trought the twists and turns was far from easy, and the fact that he had to remain hidden made it even worse. In more than one instance he almost lost her, only catching up again by reaching out for her presence. The shadows still cloaked the tall man, standing close enough to understand most of the conversation. He whispers hastly into his communicator:

"All avalible forces this is Sith Apprentice Abyss, follow this signal. I have located an enemy agent, conspiring to start a riot with inhabitants of the lower levels."

Out from the shadows a red lightsaber ignites, slaughtering the first insurgent in its range. The hooded figure holding the weapon turns towards the agent, using his free hand to pull back his hood, revealing his glowing, yellow eyes, looking directly into hers. He was using all his focus to create a aura of fear around him, putting the weaker minded beings around him in a state of panic and confusion.
[member="Silara Varis"]

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Abyss"]

Darkness at first crashed down upon her. Silara felt it thick and intoxicating. Yes this was definitely one of the Sith, but a lesser one. As the body hit the floor the station began to erupt from the inside. Carefully laid out explosives on metal frameworks, fuel tanks and main repulsorshift support detonated, sending chunks of metal and smoke criss-crossing in every direction.

Flame licked the halls as acrid smoke billowed in from all sides around her, obscuring all but the red saber.

"Red two, red three, proceed with mission. I'll handle this one."

From the inside of her cloak she produced her Czerka machine pistol. It was a slugthrower, which made it perfectly designed for this line of work. Unlike her DL-44.

"Alright then, if it's a fight you want, come and get it!" She growled.

The pistol dropped level with the saber, she squeezed the trigger and the slide rocked, automatically firing over and over again. Thirteen rounds of lead sprayed the small area, before she eased up, moving quickly to the door with backwards steps. This was about to become an epic battle.



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Kuat Shipyards
1900 Hours

Explosions. Smoke, fear and death. The battle was met in seconds as the station rocked. Red two lead a strike team down the halls towards the engineering rooms. Their mission was to cause as much damage as possible. They were going to over load the reactor and blow half the station away.

A stunt like that required careful coordination, which was why Red Three was up top, calling the shots.

Both teams were now engaged by the Sith troopers. Blood, guts and burning flesh permeated their nostrils as they traded fire with the enemy. Up top Red Three's team was making progress. They bounded from crate to crate towards three Victory Class SD's and a lone Xo'Xaan Destroyer. With swarms of workers now ditching their posts and taking up wrenches, blasters and anything they could use as a weapon they were well on their way to capturing them.

Down below Red two kept steady, but was pinned down in the halls, bodies piling up....

 

[Darth Abyss]

The battle around him did not matter, all the lifes lost around him were nothing but fuel for the darkness inside him. The only thing that he cared about, was the complete destruction of the agent of the alliance.
The bullets hailed trough the air, sparying into Abyss direction, the first few he could deflect with his lightsaber, the next few he could eveade with his force sense. The last 3 grazed his left shoulder, blood dripping down his arm. The sith could feel the pain creeping up trough his body but instead of fighting it, he embraced it, using it to build up rage inside him fueling the aura of fear he had created around him. Walking slowly towards her, his lightsaber pointed to the ground, the sith was focusing his mind on her, releasing all his anger as an blast of kinetic enegery aimed in her direction.

"You will die. Everybody you care for will die. The alliance will die."

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Most of the sith troops were taken by suprise, but the few that heard Abyss warning over come had already barricaded themselfs on the station, using controlled fire the keep the riots controlled. They had the disadvantage in number, but they were better trained and equipped, keeping up with the enemy.

[member="Silara Varis"]