Raziel
Dark Jedi Spymaster
OOC/ Time for some espionage. I'm expecting this world to be a key battleground. No need for any PvP etc, I'm leaving this as pretty much a sandbox introduction to the cold war. It's a big world, the two sides may not even directly interact in this thread.
[member="Sasha Santhe"]
[member="Fixx Kearney"]
[member="Mark Crassis"]
[member="Ali Hadrix"]
[member="Orick T'ane"]
[member="Ahra Martrey"]
[member="Aron Rodrie"]
OSARIAN.
Winter.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he slowed his pace as he approached the door. Even without the Force, the spymaster was an observant and astute man. Even if he couldn’t sense the distinct lack of life inside the building, his keen eyes had already seen the locking mechanism slightly ajar, as if it had been removed to patch directly into the wiring behind and replaced hastily.
His fingers brushed against the small hold-out blaster in his jacket pocket, as the other hand reached out to the door. His carefully placed his hand on the cold metal of the door. It slid on its mountings freely. With extreme caution, Raziel eased it to one side, giving him just enough room to enter. He made no sound as he slowly moved into a plain hallway. It was empty of course, better to keep the working rooms of a spynet safehouse out of sight of prying eyes.
He rounded a corner, blaster now out of his pocket. The view was exactly as he expected: carnage. Terminals lay awkwardly on the floor, wires hanging free where the data disks have been yanked out. Two were down to his right, both with single burn marks to the head where precise blaster bolts had found their mark. Another agent had half slid out from his chair, a pair of marks in his chest. Close group from a double tap. Neat work. Raziel could appreciate the professionalism.
He carried on with a cursory check about the premises, looking for anything they’d missed. Even the hidden safe in the back at gone, an agent left sprawled beside it. At least that one had a blaster in hand, perhaps he’d taken one with him. Raziel made his way to a window on the first floor, checking the street and building opposite. There was no sign of an observation post. The holdout went back into his pocket, and he headed out into the street, making his way towards a train for the city centre.
~
It was as he made his way through an outdoor food court, that he noticed he was being followed. There were few people out here at this point in the door. Those braving the cold to get to the food stalls before the lunchtime queues. Raziel took a sharp left at the corner of a street and made his way through an arch and into a shopping centre. Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed his tail as he rounded a corner and entered a wide, open mall. The crowd was thick here.
Stretching out with his senses, Raziel made connections to all those around him. A gentle touch that exerted a subtle influence on the nearest minds. Like a shoal of fish, the crowd parted before him, and he picked up the pace. The gap closed behind him, and his followed was constantly jostled. He kept on moving quickly, until he put enough distance between them. Stepping into a lift at the last moment, the doors closed before his tail could reacquire line of sight.
Raziel found himself in a parking lot, an array of land speeders stretching out before him. Osarian could be described as mid-tech. It was by no means a powerhouse. It was where a quiet conflict between the Spynet and the Republic Intelligence had been brewing for some time. One of their agents had been working to turn a key asset. A republic Colonel in charge of Republic systems that collated data from spy satellites. Instead it seemed that he had been turned himself, either through an offer he couldn’t turn down, or more nefarious means. Certainly the agent had little the Republic could use against him, like dark secrets or vulnerable family. At least, not unless he’d kept something hidden from them.
Raziel walked briskly across the vehicle park floor. Finding a stairwell on the opposite side, he quickly descended to the street below. Eyes always on his surroundings, he hailed a passing taxi, and made for another area of the city.
~
This was a hot mess, Raziel thought, as he ordered another cup of caff. Spynet cells had been hit across the world. They were at least four down. It took time to process these things, given how well they compartmentalised their information. They didn’t even know how many field agents might have been compromised, as well as those houses they used to transfer information back to Spynet central. At least their core networks were not at risk from the breach. Now it was a balancing act. They could recall assets, fearing they had already been given away, but if they did that they would effectively undermine their operations here.
No, they needed to clean up. Start small with a fresh team. Tidy up the mess and excise those portions that needed to be sacrificed. If they could, blindside the Republic intelligence with a new offensive.
Raziel had arranged for a small team to meet him here. New faces to the world, but all efficient operators…if a little unorthodox. The situation was grave, but it also represented a challenge. For too long Raziel had kept the espionage business as arm’s length. It was time to get back to what he knew.
[member="Sasha Santhe"]
[member="Fixx Kearney"]
[member="Mark Crassis"]
[member="Ali Hadrix"]
[member="Orick T'ane"]
[member="Ahra Martrey"]
[member="Aron Rodrie"]
OSARIAN.
Winter.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he slowed his pace as he approached the door. Even without the Force, the spymaster was an observant and astute man. Even if he couldn’t sense the distinct lack of life inside the building, his keen eyes had already seen the locking mechanism slightly ajar, as if it had been removed to patch directly into the wiring behind and replaced hastily.
His fingers brushed against the small hold-out blaster in his jacket pocket, as the other hand reached out to the door. His carefully placed his hand on the cold metal of the door. It slid on its mountings freely. With extreme caution, Raziel eased it to one side, giving him just enough room to enter. He made no sound as he slowly moved into a plain hallway. It was empty of course, better to keep the working rooms of a spynet safehouse out of sight of prying eyes.
He rounded a corner, blaster now out of his pocket. The view was exactly as he expected: carnage. Terminals lay awkwardly on the floor, wires hanging free where the data disks have been yanked out. Two were down to his right, both with single burn marks to the head where precise blaster bolts had found their mark. Another agent had half slid out from his chair, a pair of marks in his chest. Close group from a double tap. Neat work. Raziel could appreciate the professionalism.
He carried on with a cursory check about the premises, looking for anything they’d missed. Even the hidden safe in the back at gone, an agent left sprawled beside it. At least that one had a blaster in hand, perhaps he’d taken one with him. Raziel made his way to a window on the first floor, checking the street and building opposite. There was no sign of an observation post. The holdout went back into his pocket, and he headed out into the street, making his way towards a train for the city centre.
~
It was as he made his way through an outdoor food court, that he noticed he was being followed. There were few people out here at this point in the door. Those braving the cold to get to the food stalls before the lunchtime queues. Raziel took a sharp left at the corner of a street and made his way through an arch and into a shopping centre. Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed his tail as he rounded a corner and entered a wide, open mall. The crowd was thick here.
Stretching out with his senses, Raziel made connections to all those around him. A gentle touch that exerted a subtle influence on the nearest minds. Like a shoal of fish, the crowd parted before him, and he picked up the pace. The gap closed behind him, and his followed was constantly jostled. He kept on moving quickly, until he put enough distance between them. Stepping into a lift at the last moment, the doors closed before his tail could reacquire line of sight.
Raziel found himself in a parking lot, an array of land speeders stretching out before him. Osarian could be described as mid-tech. It was by no means a powerhouse. It was where a quiet conflict between the Spynet and the Republic Intelligence had been brewing for some time. One of their agents had been working to turn a key asset. A republic Colonel in charge of Republic systems that collated data from spy satellites. Instead it seemed that he had been turned himself, either through an offer he couldn’t turn down, or more nefarious means. Certainly the agent had little the Republic could use against him, like dark secrets or vulnerable family. At least, not unless he’d kept something hidden from them.
Raziel walked briskly across the vehicle park floor. Finding a stairwell on the opposite side, he quickly descended to the street below. Eyes always on his surroundings, he hailed a passing taxi, and made for another area of the city.
~
This was a hot mess, Raziel thought, as he ordered another cup of caff. Spynet cells had been hit across the world. They were at least four down. It took time to process these things, given how well they compartmentalised their information. They didn’t even know how many field agents might have been compromised, as well as those houses they used to transfer information back to Spynet central. At least their core networks were not at risk from the breach. Now it was a balancing act. They could recall assets, fearing they had already been given away, but if they did that they would effectively undermine their operations here.
No, they needed to clean up. Start small with a fresh team. Tidy up the mess and excise those portions that needed to be sacrificed. If they could, blindside the Republic intelligence with a new offensive.
Raziel had arranged for a small team to meet him here. New faces to the world, but all efficient operators…if a little unorthodox. The situation was grave, but it also represented a challenge. For too long Raziel had kept the espionage business as arm’s length. It was time to get back to what he knew.
