Searching for a Ghost

[Bayaz]

Dromund Kaas.
It had been decimated by the Mandalorians nearly two months ago now. Ash still hung heavily in the sky, executions were still going. Lines of people stood in the bleak, grey ghost of a city to get whatever scraps of food the Mandalorians had brought down in their blockade runners. In fact, that's where he was now...In the cargo hold of one of those things. A hiss escaped the cargo door as it slid open. He pulled up his jacket's collar and his bandanna to cover his face, his green eyes narrowing in response to the sudden light. To men, heavyily armored clanked in, speaking what he could only assume was Mando'a. One of them laughed a hearty laugh as a third being entered the room. A heavy droid.

Perfect.

Taking out his slicing datapad, he attempted to make a connection to the droid brain inside the hunk of metal. "C'mon baby..." The load screen pinged, and the two Mandalorians drew their weapons. Too late. The droid's eyes changed red as its metal clamps swung with incredible force into the two, knocking them against the durasteel walls. Unconscious. Swinging from around the corner of the box he walked down the boarding ramp, took a glance to the left then to the right. Clear.

He had come here for one thing and one thing only. Data. Specifically on one Zaiden James-Greyson. He had met his fair share of people...And he felt with the information he had gotten so far, he was getting close. He had a few other leads thanks to the Spynet's resources but he would only go to those after he was sure he wouldn't find anything else.

To the old Archives.
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[Ordo]

@Oswald Winchester

Dromund Kass...the black putrid jewel of the Sith empire or at least it was. When the Mandalorians had come, they had come for blood and blood is what they recieved.

The dust still hung in the air and likely as not it would for years to come. Millions had lost their lives and the galaxy stood up to take notice. All now wondered how far would the Mandalorians go for what they bwloeved in.

Ordo stood in the former imperial palace going through records and doing interviews with various families. It was the seldom seen side of war people had to be relocated food supplied and enemy supporters to offer yhe choice of life or death.

Ordo had been tasked with the job of interviewing the various citizens and getting th the help they needed. He had also personnally executed 2 Sith apprentices already today and his mood showed his feelings about the work clearly.

"Next" he called as he finished signing orders for a family to be moved to a safe world and reestablished. A young man stepped forward.
"Name?" He asked as he wrote the orders. Another only survivor. He wasn't yhe first or last. Ordo have him an understanding nod and offered him a place among the vode. The man pondered for a moment and accepted. Signing the orsers and handing them over.

"Next suttle to Manda'yaim you be on it." Ordo said nodding again, "sorry for yoir loss.

And so it went men women and children all came and one by one got sorted.

 

[Bayaz]

Sucking his teeth the young man looked around the corner, ducking back just before a Mandalorian spotted him. "This place is crawling with them..." With a deep breath he looked up. A wall, going twenty-five feet straight up. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he procured a grappling hook gun. Squinting, he fired, the wire uncoiling and the grappleing hook finding its target. A few tugs assured the infiltrator that his line was secure. "The things I do for creds..." he muttered as he began to climb. Contrary to what he had just said, Ozzie loved this kind of work. It made the blood pump.

A few minutes and the young frame was up atop the tower. Of course, the door at the top was locked. With a smirk hidden behind cloth he whipped out his slicing gear and got to work.
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[Ordo]

@Oswald Winchester

Ordo stood as two young vode from clan Jendri came in and saluted.

"Go ahead vode what?" Ordo said still not used to his rank among the vode.

"Sir..." one of them began.

"Gah!," Ordo said cutting them off. "Don't call me that. Just out with it boy'o."

"Two vode on a recent transport were found knocked out." The vod spat out, "a droid caught them of gaurd. We think it was tampered with."

"Maybe Sith." Ordo said standing and grabbing his buy'ce. "Lock everything down. And start sweeping buildings starting here."

Ordo already was moving toward the lifts. His Rykk blade and C-M fragstorm on his back.

"I'll start at the top tell teams to meet me in the middle same procedure every major building. Now!" Ordo needed a brake and with luck it would turn out to be nothing.

 

[Bayaz]

His slicing tool updated with a ping. A silent lock down had gone into effect. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as the door's lock clicked open. Drawing on the Force he flashed the camera that sat in the corner of the stairway, making his way down the permacrete steps. Pulling out his shock stick and "Woebringer" heavy blaster pistol. Looking around the corner into the hallway he cursed under his breath. A Mandalorian, armed and ready.

Whistling around the corner, he attracted the man's attention. He started to mumble something into his helmet's Com. Three quick trigger pulls and three powerful bolts to the head burned through the beskar/durasteel alloy that particular soldier wore. A smoldering hole had been burned into his visor. Sucking his teeth again, he looked to his weapon.

He had meant to set it to stun.

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