Dominion Surreptitious Plans [GE Dominion of Alderaan]

[St. Thomas Barran]

After decades of comm-silence with the Galaxy's intelligence community.

And after countless rumours of old spies' demises....
A pulse had found life again, thudding with vigor from the shadows.

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The Old Man of the Mountain, known to all as Scimitar, (and far fewere as someone else) has apparently drawn out from the shadows of obscurity, making a point of pinging as often as he could - on Alderaan of all places.

Operatives of many differing affiliations, naturally trying to gain an advantage over their pursuing counterparts, naturally converged on Aldera at the first opportunity, but someone else had beaten them to the chase. Another old pulse from the shadows of obscurity, though this old legend was certainly the more-visible example of the two, as there were many rumours that had been confirmed of Denniston Thrast at the time, and plenty more confirmed since the Imperial-Military remnant was established.

Timing his moment to strike, and quite perfectly at that, Codename: Hunter would slip past all his competition unnoticed in his convergence on Scimitar's position, endeavoured even at the most-brazen of leisurely strolling-pace, leaving those who finally noticed in a collective fit of incredulity. True to the form of his organisation, inherited from the Protectorate's current ruler, a man who just so happens to be the Empire's very own Public-Enemy in chief. Differing entirely to the faith and doctrine of the Tattered Regent, its a wonder why Barran keeps them in play, but it seems we won't be hearing from the Highland Brotherhood for a while.

As it just so happened, for all that Hunter achieved in closing the distance, he made the mistake of savouring his kill, resulting in the quick, and final intervention of an assisting sniper. Likely an element from the Massad Fedayeen, but we have not yet been able to confirm the merit of this likelihood, as neither shooter nor trajectory have been pinpointed as yet; we were lucky enough to have eyes on the ground for the matter, let alone on Alderaan, and the striking-iron is still very much hot at the moment.

Time is of the essence, and if we bring Scimitar into the fold now, the very quality of our agents could skyrocket - wily and surreptious from the moment they leave the academy.

BRIEFING

Target: Massad, Jordi
Codename: Scimitar
Age: 68
Species: Human (Kandaran)
Orders: Capture Target
Exfiltrate Target to Coruscant

From the moment you move to engage, our craftiest target yet will already be on the move, and likely at considerable speed, as its clear by the design of his speeder that Scimitar has spared no expense in his choice of automotive solution. So make haste, and make it like never before, and make peace with the fact you'll encounter hazards beyond number along the way. Regardless of whether the chase would end in the city or the wilderness, there is much on the speeder trails that would careen your vehicles off-course, and much more that could cause lethal crashes, so be as wary as you can in the midst of audacity.

The fine balance of which all of yesteryear's operatives have maintained for decades.

Mk. III Model of Kesh Automotive's "KAS-14"
Scimitar's Chosen Speeder​

Whatever tools you have at your disposal, whether of matter or thought, bring the speeder down, and subdue your target in any fashion that assures there is no reaching for his blaster; and in the event he is sent sprawling from an eventual crash, the lion's share of your vigilance will be needed, either that or a numerical advantage when the drop is obtained over Massad's position. However, this all without the speeder's design considered, as there is great aggression to consider as much as one would for speed and handling, supported by the front-loaded frame over it's chassis, making it a nightmare for other speeder's caught in T-Bone peril.

Assuming the Kandaran desires to escape the planet as much as his pursuers, there are a number of directions he could take, and due to the fact his arrival was never tracked, only Massad still knows what and where his starship might be. Units will be stationed at all three of Alderaan's main spaceports, and with others barely being large enough to suit such needs, only the shiftiest backwater paddocks could accept such arrivals without complaint, but these have been more difficult to narrow down. The possibilities of the right location become a far more numerous extreme than any analyst is comfortable admitting, so let us hope our target has chosen to enter Alderan space under cover strong enough to arrive unchallenged.

We only have one chance to catch this man, as he has proven wispier than smoke to apprehend thus far - command agrees that we lose Scimitar forever if we don't snatch him now.

Last-Known Snapshot of Scimitar
Wearing the Face of the Emir (Summer of 900 ABY)

 

[Jordi Massad]

TAGS
Ellayina L'lerim Lydia Vandron

SURREPTITIOUS PLANS
I

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The Karoum Plains Route, Aldera City,
Alderaan, Galactic Core Territories (903 ABY)

[BRRRRRRRRRT]
[BRRRRRRRRRRT]
'WHETHER YOU WANT ME DEAD OR CAPTURED, IT MATTERS NOT!!!! EITHER WAY, YOU'LL HAVE TO RUN ME DOWN TO ACHIEVE IT!!!!'
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It felt exhilarating, to live like he had so long ago, and like an injection hitting an intravenous line, directly into the soul, it felt as though his veins were flowing with the vigor of youth once more. A second wind, the likes of which he never knew were attainable for men of his age, as there were no ethnic (or even geneological-) Goidelic ties upon which he could call by then, no greybeard ferocity that Jordi could use to amplify himself in the heat of battle. Whatever this was, as far as the Old Kandaran could tell, it was likely more-closely tied to something altogether more spiritual in contrast, almost as if something beyond human comprehension had chosen to favour the Old Man of the Mountain.

[BRRRRRRRRRRT-]
[Kssssssss]
'LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!'
​

After running it's power-pack dead, the CR-2 was rendered useless, giving Scimitar no choice but to cast it aside in the attempt to reach his speeder-bike, still sitting in neutral, just a short sprint away. With nothing left to use but his blaster-pistol and vibro-dagger, even Massad knew these last-remaining resources would run finite before long, all there was to use as a weapon, and against so many pursuers, (of all differing agencies) was the world around him. All that Scimitar could, and would do, was reach his speeder, as even the vehicle itself would prove a more potent weapon than those he discretely kept in sheath and holster.

When Massad had finally gotten around the corner, the only thing getting in the way was a young lad messing around with the speeder, and though this would likely have annoyed the old Kandaran under other circumstances, the refreshingly good mood only allowed irritation enough to jokingly hiss and wave the lad off the seat. Making Jordi's generosity come out when the lad obeyed him, tossing a freshly minted Imperial credit-chip towards the lad's outstretched hands, probably more than the lad could make in an entire month on Alderaan at the time, though this would bear no thought when he finally kicked his speeder's ignition into life.

'Get off the street, boy. I'm just about to have some fun, and that never bodes well for the clumsy! Go!'