Elijah Francioux
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The Mind Games OOC Thread
In the heart of what appeared to be a Military Installation, a man stood alone. In the confines of a meeting room his eyes watched as the connection status to a holo-communicator continued to blink. Nerves were wracked as he desperately tried to come up with some feasible explanation for the royal screw up that had befallen him. Not only that he knew he would have to answer for the attempted cover up of his teams said screw up.
General Long was a tall fellow, though lanky in appearance. It was apparent that years of continued stress had wracked his body. His forty year old face showed lines that only those in their 60's should have held. Quietly he gnawed on the inside of his lips, trying desperately to formulate an explanation that would save his neck. His dark brown eyes stared agonizingly at the comm. When the moment came and the fuzzy blue image of a cloaked figure appeared, General Long realized time was now up.
"You have explaining to do." The woman hissed. Her voice was silky, almost smooth. Under the tone was the veil of a threat. General Long did not need her to say it. The man knew he was on thin ice. "You were assigned a simple task. So simple in fact I have no doubts a Jawa could have performed it without a hitch. Why then have I found out my property is missing? Why is it that when I found out I was also alerted you attempted a cover up?"
"I am sorry, Madam." General Long responded.
"I do not want apologies. I want an explanation. Speak!" The woman commanded. What truly unnerved the General was the fact the only part of the woman visible was her lower face. Her entire frame was wrapped in a dark cloak giving nothing as to shape of her figure. Most disturbing was the twitch her lip made whenever the General gave a response she did not like.
"We experienced a electrical surge that brought down the power in the cryostasis lab. We were successful in stabilizing the subjects in our care." General Long explained.
"Except mine."
"Please Madam, let me explained." General Long interceded. "When we were rerouting power, his containment case opened. When he realized where he was he freaked and ran. Even after being in cryo for this long he overpowered the two guards assigned to the area and fled." General Long explained.
"Do you have my property's file?"
"Not on me Madam but I have read it."
"Then you know what he is capable of. I worked too hard to gain control of him. I will not allow some pompous fool ruin my plans!" Her voice shouted to the point that the Generals ears rang. Shouting into a holo-com was much like screaming into a megaphone; it amplified the sound for those listening.
"I know Madam. We have confirmed however that he still believes he worked for an Agency codenamed G.A.P.A. When he reemerged on Dantooine, he began looking for said agency which raised red flags since it does not exist. The adjustments you made to his hippocampus is still feeding him false memories." General Long explained.
"Let me understand this correctly. Your facility failed its own maintenance needs. You attempted to hide this from me. Now my property is on Dantooine? He isn't even on the same planet as you?" The woman snarled.
"No Madam," General Long gulped. "But I have a recovery team in place on Dantooine. They've found him. They are awaiting my orders for apprehension."
"You may save your neck yet, General. I wish to watch this event unfold."
"Very well." General Long said. Pressing several buttons on the holo-communicator, the General opened a live feed on a projector near him, "Madam you should have a connection to the feed on your end as well."
"I do." The woman said. "Let's see how good your recovery team is."
"They are at a storage facility on the outskirts of Garang. I promise you they are the best." The General boasted.
The cloaked woman smirked, "So you think."
The Storage complex was as wide as the great pyramids of Giza. They were also as cluttered with various buildings as the shipping port of Los Angeles. The Recovery Team had surveyed the area, using small aerial droids to coordinate the locations of all heat signatures. Luckily with it being well past midnight, there were only a few people around. Those were the guards. Quietly neutralized as they were encountered, the Recon Team had come to the farthest point North of the storage facility.
“General Lang. Reconnaissance has revealed multiple heat signatures coming from inside building 171. None have moves in the last hour.” The Leader of the Recover Team spoke into a small comm on his wrist.
“Hostiles?” The General asked.
“Negative Sir. They appear to be a collective of homeless taking shelter.” The Leader responded.
“You are to use non-lethal force. I do not want a series of dead bodies. Acquire the subject and withdraw, that is an order.” The General responded.
“Understood.” The Team Leader replied before going silent.
The team of five were dressed in paramilitary attire. From head to toe not a single portion of their physical body was visible. Cotton masks covered their faces while night vision goggles helped them see were they went. Their uniforms were a mix of black and dark grey camo patterns. Each held a rifle but upon the Generals orders, they each double checked their weapons. Every man switched the weapon to stun.
Raising a hand, the Team Leader pointed three fingers up. Slowly he began to put them down one at a time. Once the final finger fell, the Lead raised his rifle while another man blew open the door and tossed in several stun grenades.
In seconds the explosions ripped through the immediate area of the building. Rushing in seconds later, the Team Lead took charge. Rushing around large crates, his team made their way to the central gathering point. Dozens of duffle bags lay on the ground. Along with them was an surprising amount of trash and personal waste buckets. A small fire was lit in what appeared to be an attempt at keeping warm.
“Everyone down!” He shouted. “I said get your asses down!”
Instantly people began dropping. The sight of armed men rushing in caused most alarm and fearing what was about to happen no one seemed stupid enough to disobey the orders. That was until one figure rushed off towards the west side.
“This is Four. I have sight. Target on the move!” Another of the Team spoke.
“Three and Five go left and flank with Four! Two with me. Box him in!” The Team Lead ordered.
The sound of gasping air filled the ear pieces of the team, followed by the sound of a collapsing body in the distance.
“Team Check In!” The Team Lead commanded.
The responses came in quick.
“This is two.” One voice replied.
“Three here sir!” Another said.
There was a pause before a third voice, “Sir this is Five. Four has been taken down. Alive but unconscious. Target has his weapon.”
“Regroup.” The Leader Ordered. “Head back to central poi…”
A shot whizzed past the Team Lead who immediately hit the deck. Turning towards the source of the shot, he spotted a figure rushing against the walls.
“He’s heading back towards the entrance. Everyone to the front. He’s using the shadows along the walls to hide his movement.” The Team Leader ordered. “Move your asses! Don'”
.::. Unknown Location in the Middle Rim .::.
In the heart of what appeared to be a Military Installation, a man stood alone. In the confines of a meeting room his eyes watched as the connection status to a holo-communicator continued to blink. Nerves were wracked as he desperately tried to come up with some feasible explanation for the royal screw up that had befallen him. Not only that he knew he would have to answer for the attempted cover up of his teams said screw up.
General Long was a tall fellow, though lanky in appearance. It was apparent that years of continued stress had wracked his body. His forty year old face showed lines that only those in their 60's should have held. Quietly he gnawed on the inside of his lips, trying desperately to formulate an explanation that would save his neck. His dark brown eyes stared agonizingly at the comm. When the moment came and the fuzzy blue image of a cloaked figure appeared, General Long realized time was now up.
"You have explaining to do." The woman hissed. Her voice was silky, almost smooth. Under the tone was the veil of a threat. General Long did not need her to say it. The man knew he was on thin ice. "You were assigned a simple task. So simple in fact I have no doubts a Jawa could have performed it without a hitch. Why then have I found out my property is missing? Why is it that when I found out I was also alerted you attempted a cover up?"
"I am sorry, Madam." General Long responded.
"I do not want apologies. I want an explanation. Speak!" The woman commanded. What truly unnerved the General was the fact the only part of the woman visible was her lower face. Her entire frame was wrapped in a dark cloak giving nothing as to shape of her figure. Most disturbing was the twitch her lip made whenever the General gave a response she did not like.
"We experienced a electrical surge that brought down the power in the cryostasis lab. We were successful in stabilizing the subjects in our care." General Long explained.
"Except mine."
"Please Madam, let me explained." General Long interceded. "When we were rerouting power, his containment case opened. When he realized where he was he freaked and ran. Even after being in cryo for this long he overpowered the two guards assigned to the area and fled." General Long explained.
"Do you have my property's file?"
"Not on me Madam but I have read it."
"Then you know what he is capable of. I worked too hard to gain control of him. I will not allow some pompous fool ruin my plans!" Her voice shouted to the point that the Generals ears rang. Shouting into a holo-com was much like screaming into a megaphone; it amplified the sound for those listening.
"I know Madam. We have confirmed however that he still believes he worked for an Agency codenamed G.A.P.A. When he reemerged on Dantooine, he began looking for said agency which raised red flags since it does not exist. The adjustments you made to his hippocampus is still feeding him false memories." General Long explained.
"Let me understand this correctly. Your facility failed its own maintenance needs. You attempted to hide this from me. Now my property is on Dantooine? He isn't even on the same planet as you?" The woman snarled.
"No Madam," General Long gulped. "But I have a recovery team in place on Dantooine. They've found him. They are awaiting my orders for apprehension."
"You may save your neck yet, General. I wish to watch this event unfold."
"Very well." General Long said. Pressing several buttons on the holo-communicator, the General opened a live feed on a projector near him, "Madam you should have a connection to the feed on your end as well."
"I do." The woman said. "Let's see how good your recovery team is."
"They are at a storage facility on the outskirts of Garang. I promise you they are the best." The General boasted.
The cloaked woman smirked, "So you think."
..::. Garang Outskirts – Storage Depot 12 .::.
The Storage complex was as wide as the great pyramids of Giza. They were also as cluttered with various buildings as the shipping port of Los Angeles. The Recovery Team had surveyed the area, using small aerial droids to coordinate the locations of all heat signatures. Luckily with it being well past midnight, there were only a few people around. Those were the guards. Quietly neutralized as they were encountered, the Recon Team had come to the farthest point North of the storage facility.
“General Lang. Reconnaissance has revealed multiple heat signatures coming from inside building 171. None have moves in the last hour.” The Leader of the Recover Team spoke into a small comm on his wrist.
“Hostiles?” The General asked.
“Negative Sir. They appear to be a collective of homeless taking shelter.” The Leader responded.
“You are to use non-lethal force. I do not want a series of dead bodies. Acquire the subject and withdraw, that is an order.” The General responded.
“Understood.” The Team Leader replied before going silent.
The team of five were dressed in paramilitary attire. From head to toe not a single portion of their physical body was visible. Cotton masks covered their faces while night vision goggles helped them see were they went. Their uniforms were a mix of black and dark grey camo patterns. Each held a rifle but upon the Generals orders, they each double checked their weapons. Every man switched the weapon to stun.
Raising a hand, the Team Leader pointed three fingers up. Slowly he began to put them down one at a time. Once the final finger fell, the Lead raised his rifle while another man blew open the door and tossed in several stun grenades.
In seconds the explosions ripped through the immediate area of the building. Rushing in seconds later, the Team Lead took charge. Rushing around large crates, his team made their way to the central gathering point. Dozens of duffle bags lay on the ground. Along with them was an surprising amount of trash and personal waste buckets. A small fire was lit in what appeared to be an attempt at keeping warm.
“Everyone down!” He shouted. “I said get your asses down!”
Instantly people began dropping. The sight of armed men rushing in caused most alarm and fearing what was about to happen no one seemed stupid enough to disobey the orders. That was until one figure rushed off towards the west side.
“This is Four. I have sight. Target on the move!” Another of the Team spoke.
“Three and Five go left and flank with Four! Two with me. Box him in!” The Team Lead ordered.
The sound of gasping air filled the ear pieces of the team, followed by the sound of a collapsing body in the distance.
“Team Check In!” The Team Lead commanded.
The responses came in quick.
“This is two.” One voice replied.
“Three here sir!” Another said.
There was a pause before a third voice, “Sir this is Five. Four has been taken down. Alive but unconscious. Target has his weapon.”
“Regroup.” The Leader Ordered. “Head back to central poi…”
A shot whizzed past the Team Lead who immediately hit the deck. Turning towards the source of the shot, he spotted a figure rushing against the walls.
“He’s heading back towards the entrance. Everyone to the front. He’s using the shadows along the walls to hide his movement.” The Team Leader ordered. “Move your asses! Don'”