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!!!!'
​

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!'

 

[DT-9197]

HICOM LINK ESTABLISHED

. . .

DT-9197 APPROVED FOR DEPLOYMENT, SHUTTLE PREPPED FOR DEPATURE

. . .

BRIEFING OF MISSION

. . .

ENSNARE, BAG, EXFILTRATE TO CORUSCANT

Tags: Open
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NAME OF TARGET: Massad, Jordi
CODENAME: Scimitar
AGE: 68
SPECIES: Human (Kandaran)
ORDERS: Provided during activation

DT-9197 stared blankly onward, through the hull of the shuttle which he was assigned to. His mind was being fed information about the planet he was being deployed to, the denizens that dwelt upon the land, the conditions of the biosphere, along with what fauna and flora existed there. From mountains to grassland, there was a beauty that could appreciated about such a planet. DT-9197 didn't have that luxury, nor the capacity to find meaning in the niceties of a mind that could wonder at the nature, marvel at how sunlight shone upon the surface of a barely disturbed lake.

Like a machine, he had a function and a purpose. A tool that achieved results, outcomes that expanded Imperial progress. There were no opinions to be had, no words to be uttered under one's breath to express dissatisfaction over the task at hand, there was only action.

ASSET ETA ONE HOUR

. . .

74-Z SPEEDER BIKE AVAILABLE FOR TRAVERSAL

. . .

LZ DESIGNATED

. . .

ALDERAAN PORT "ALPHA"
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"DT-9197 to HICOM, status is idle and awaiting LZ confirmation. Recording of pre-mission loadout check for operational confidence is in progress. Armor functionality is nominal, vitals are within approved ranges."

"HICOM to DT-9197, copy. Condition confirmed. Report LZ upon arrival and await further orders."

"Copy direct."

DT-9197 observed Alderaan from the nearest viewport as the shuttle drew closer. A soulless gaze staring into the planet with utter indifference, a midnight visor relinquishing nothing like the empty spaces between stars.

 

[Darth Keres]

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[]

Caracas - Scordalus
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Location: Alderaan
Objective: BYOO - Sight Seeing
Tag: Whomever


The Terminus slipped from hyperspace like a dirge note held too long, its hull bruised by starlight as Alderaan unfurled beneath it; verdant, serene, and achingly alive. Darth Keres, alone, stood upon the bridge, her presence a cold shadow amid the soft glow of navigational lights and sensors, regarding the planet with an expression that might have been mistaken for reverence.

Alderaan's mountains rose like gothic spires wrapped in mist, its forests breathing with an innocence that pressed uncomfortably against the dark gravity of her being. She had come not as a conqueror, nor as a harbinger of annihilation, but as a weary pilgrim seeking reprieve: rest for flesh, if not for spirit.

Upon the surface, she moved through alabaster streets and hanging gardens as a ghost in borrowed skin, her robes muted, her power leashed. The locals dined in candlelit halls where music wept softly from stringed instruments, and Darth Keres partook of Alderaanian fare with a scholar's curiosity: spiced nerf cutlets glazed in sweet wine reductions, delicate breads infused with mountain herbs, and crystal-clear liquors that burned like confession upon the tongue.

She observed customs with predatory patience, festivals celebrating birth and union, rites honoring ancestors whose bones slept peacefully beneath marble markers. All of it fascinated her, this fragile insistence on harmony, as though peace itself were a defiance of the dark.

Yet it was the courthouse that called to her most strongly, its stone walls heavy with whispered transgressions and carefully buried sins. She sat among the observers as a murder trial unfolded, the air thick with grief, righteous outrage, and the faint metallic tang of fear.

Testimony peeled back the layers of a single, intimate death; jealousy sharpened into violence, love curdled into motive, and she listened with rapt attention. Here, she thought, was Alderaan's truest liturgy: not the songs or gardens, but the solemn ritual of judging one life against another.

As the verdict was pronounced, she felt a quiet dissatisfaction coil within her. Even in a world devoted to peace, the dark found purchase; and Darth Keres, sitting baffled, still believed the accused was innocent.

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Spoiler: Gear Loadout

• Melee Weapons​
  • XIII​
• Armor​
  • Robe​
• Accessories​
  • k​
• Ship​
  • Taciturnitas​
• Personal Guards​
  • Silencers​

 

[Jordi Massad]

TAGS
Ellayina L'lerim Lydia Vandron Redak Boyd DT-9197

SURREPTITIOUS PLANS
II

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

[PFFFUuuuuuu]
[Vu-V-Vu-VUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM]
​

'There we go!'

​

Having dropped out of hovering neutral setting, ignition would only take one geared strike of his kick-pedal, and before the old Kandaran knew it, his back was already threatening to lift his posture against the oncoming gravitational force. A beast it was in it's lower gears, but Jordi adjusted well enough beyond the point of the issue mattering to any extent, and for as long as he retained his dominance over his trusty KAS-14, Massad could still retain that confidence in his eventual escape. Scimitar knew that the cornering aspects would counteract that intensity perfectly, so it was all the easier for the old Kandaran to commit beyond the known peak of the speeder's torque-reach, but for all the sudden acceleration and manoeuvrability it offered, there were always newer speeder-bikes on the market.

And many more pilots with crazed disregards for their own safety.

'You damn relic, obey me! I want to put this life behind me already!'

[Hssss]
[VUUUUuuuuuuuummm]
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Scimitar could already hear the engines of approaching speeders, pursuers with an entire array of conflicting orders for their desired target, but yet, as much as Jordi once relished such chases, it's foreboding implications could not be ignored this time around. This was not (by any stretch of the imagination) a good sign, and for as long as pursuers continued to put the escape at risk, the chances of success would steadily begin to descend for every minute the chase persisted, a thought that already threatened to turn Jordi's stomach at the worst possible moment. Made all the worse by the aforementioned variance of reactions in the wake of his still-hypothetical capture, as some would want him to repent in errant, good-deed fashion, others would want him rotting in jail for the rest of his days.

But the largest share of all would go to those who wished to see Massad perish, and among their lot lay the greatest canopy of cruel, grisly variables, most notable of whom being of affiliation to the IMP and GA alike; though the main foes required him to die by quick, uninspired means, others wished to rip his heart from his chest and eat it, while some wished for a demise much slower, more torturous in contrast. It was safe to say that Scimitar had amassed many adversaries over the years, collecting rivals like trading-cards before, during, and long after his tenure as Don Belkora's deep-cover asset, and despite the fact the greatest of whom had perished just moments before, the risk of dying before escape was also increasing.