The Nubian Palace resort... Another highly protected, high risk, extreme security, impregnable office in which infiltration and arrival without invitation would be near impossible without an insurmountable amount of effort and training. Mythos had the assassin given to Nubian Authorities for interrogation and as he was thinking of accepting the invitation of the secretary he remembered the amount of cameras, peronell of the republic and possible jedi in the area... entering through the front door and the "Normal" way was out of the question. He would meet the secretary... but only the secretary. Mythos smiled as he arrived outside the compound of the Nubian Palace resort, alone, his men given the day off to enjoy the Nubian Solar Gardens and to have a nice weekend that special operation forces well deserved after months of training and a brutal regiment of military combat, tactics and operation classes and scenarios. They deserved their off time. Mythos however, dusted off his old
sith assassin armor and tools of infiltration along with an assortment of propellers, gas powered hook liners and the works... Also, one bag of
clothes fit for a formal meeting compacted into his back bag.
Just like old times.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAYhNHhxN0A
Mythos saw the outside of the compound through his high tech powered monocular and the device sent the data straight into his wrist device to give him a reading of patrols, security numbers, cameras, devices and civilians in the area. The fence outside the compound was also protected by concealed sniper towers disused as regular architecture. He scouted, after a few hours of compiling the necessary information Mythos activated his Scout Drone, to relay geographical and architectural data back into his wrist com while Mythos... went through the fence with a swipe of his black core lightsaber, good thing about such a blade was it was very hard to detect and his speed allowed him to move through very well. He timed it perfectly, civilian hover vehicle crossed his path and the silhouette of the fallen king Mythos vanished behind it only to reappear several yards away behind a crowd of civilians and ambassadors from all over republic space. To not sick out like a soar thumb, Mythos kept to the shadows and darkness in the corners of the compound... it was not easy but his armor helped quite a bit.
The information he sought was to be found in the main security office, he needed to find that office first...
Every second his drone was out flying it relayed more data into his wristcom and suddenly he was getting a lot more data than the human eye could process. The drone was flying in-doors and scanning the inside of the palace, the drone was so small it could fit into the palm of his hand yet it was so advanced that it could scan a big room almost instantly. Mythos, by the time the droid was sending it's data was already half way up a wall with the cloak of the armor making him look like a blot of blurry paint to the trained eye. In his hands and boots, small microscopic adhesive sensors made his climb easier than the one back almost half a decade ago in Sarvchi. Mythos climbed for what seemed at eternity until his wrist com activated his one eyed visor that slipped on and showed him areas of high priority according to the profiling system of the scout drone and the S.O.R.I. combat systems. Made by Warforged.
Twenty yards to his six o clock, a high concentration of electrical energy, bigger than anything in the compound save for the energy generators used to keep the lights on and an unusually high amount of electronic hardware detected.
"That must be the nest beebee, thanks" The drone came flying like a bullet and stored itself safely into his arm, integrating itself into the combat System wrist-com, becoming one with the device again and uploading everything it had scouted into the system.
From where Mythos was "Hanging", the room in question was a far, impossible jump and from where he "stood", the only way in or close to was through a single line corridor that he could not get to because there was no access to it from the outside save for a single one way elevator from the bottom that no doubt needed an access card to utilize and an ID card to enter. Mythos smiled to himself, tight security... a challenge.
He turned, placing his back to the wall and making quite the effort not to look down to the more than one hundred feet fall to the well decorated lobby below. From his leg Mythos detached a rifle, a weapon modified with gas powered, specially designed harpoons with a songsteel coated tip to reduce vibrations upon impact. It was compact, once in his hands, Mythos pulled on it and it became a long weapon system that hooked to the duracrete behind him for leverage while locking on using the weapon system in his person, aligning the ballistics and trajectory to the security room. Two clicks, the harpoon went flying, hooked on a transparent metallic chord behind it and a made zipline almost a full quarter kilometer long.
Don't look down...
Mythos hooked himself on the zipline, activated the compressed gas on the weapon and blasted himself at almost one hundred miles per hour instantly through the ceiling while the cloak of the armor concealed his flight. He platted on the room with a subtle *plop* that made the Nubians outside the room raise a proverbial eyebrow, yet, to his luck, they did not look too deep into the matter after checking a few camera feeds and seeing nothing unusual expect a strange movement sensor anomaly they deduced to be a malfunction, since there was clearly nothing there... Meanwhile, Mythos was splatted like a Nabooian butterfly outside their window.
The chord snapped back as soon as Mythos had a solid grip, once the entire chord was back into the weapon system it closed up and compacted back into itself looking like a decoration. Mythos on the other side, pulled his lightsaber and cut into the delicate metal fabric of the outside of the security room, inside of the bathroom of the room, not before using his scanners to make sure there was no one there. Once he made a big enough hole he slid in and put the cut up hole, back where it was.. steaming with burnt up metal... but less alarming than a gaping hole.. Now he had to move fast, the light of cut up metal could have alerted the guards inside the room of his presence.
Inside the bathroom Mythos pulled a very particular pistol, not a blaster, a tranquilizer gun fulled with enough neurotoxins to take down an adult Tuk'ata with a single dart and this pistol was equipped with an entire clip of the darts. Making sure he had everything packed, ready and well adjusted Mythos opened the door of the bathroom, pistol close to his chest and as the guards turned around he placed a single dart into their chest.
Plop, plop, plop. Three heaps of Nubian flesh. Dragged off and Stuffed inside the bathroom. The countdown before someone noticed these guys were gone had just begun, Mythos set the timer to seven minutes, that was the allotted time were the patrol would return, notice these guys gone and open the bathroom then smash the alarm button.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9FzgsF2T-s
Mythos opened the security system computer, scanned for V.I.P. rooms and noticed that to his suspicion the room of the secretary was not as it normally was, the highest in the building, however it was pretty high up. Not being careless... he wiped the footage of him in the room and anywhere else in the facility and placed it inside a chip, which he then destroyed with the lightsaber.... no traces.
With that information and the details of the compound uploaded to his wrist com Mythos took the uniform of one of the guards and slipped into it, placing his SA armor in his bag that he,in turn,placed inside a Nubian security duffer bag with the official Nubian security team seal on it. With all that.. he opened the door of the security room and looked both ways before entering the elevator using the key card he swiped from the guards. Confident no one was watching the cameras but not dumb enough to look directly at them, he placed the number of the nineteenth floor and checked the timer. Three minutes stat.
Now... the secretary was not in the nineteenth floor, she was in the floor below which no doubt was crawling with so much security Mythos could could throw a rock in any general direction and hit a blaster. No, he needed to drop into the balcony, directly from above. The elevator door opened. Show time.
Mythos walked through the teams of security and Nubian civilians in the corridor from the bottom of the security cap and turned right twenty feet into the corridor, room four zero eight, swiped his security card and the pressurized door opened without hesitation or alarm. Inside, a couple, figures... Mythos smiled and pulled the dart gun. The shocking expression in their eyes was quickly gone once they were hit with two darts each, for a long nap. Inside the beautiful room Mythos pulled the suit for formal meetings out of his bag, settled in with fancy shoes, a perfume, plucked a romanira flower from the inside of the case,placed it inside the handkerchief pocked and stepped out to the balcony.
The view... was breathtaking, the wind strong at this altitude and the fall to the balcony below angled slightly to the right and about twenty feet down. The railings were a bit high and his shoes definitely not for this sort of high risk maneuvers, but... he was trained enough to be confident with the two step jump. He stepped back, ran for some momentum and leaped to the railings, then leaped again with all his might, sailing through twenty feet of air before landing on the balcony of the Secretary.
It didn't even mess up his suit, of the weapons in his belt. He straightened himself, turned to face the window and admired the figure who approached.
"Good evening my lady, i apologize for the unorthodox entry."
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