The Oovo IV Redemption

[Zion Mirtis]

Word had been sent among the sisterhood of Sith known as the Covenant of the Black Rose. Not from any Sith Lord but a knight. Darth Raven. She had an assignment in mind that she felt was better left within the sisterhood itself, and not the entirety of the One Sith itself. A small opperation that did not need too much attention, especially once they understood what they were doing and what was at stake. Any and all information was to be kept under wraps without risking anything getting out of hand. What was so odd was how secretive Raven was about this when she sent word to those who were willing to help.​

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In the Sisterhood's main base of operations she waited, having a small office-space rented out fo the evening with enough room for whoever else may or may not have shown up. A service droid stood at the ready to give whatever was needed once commanded by it's master. All the while Darth Raven sat in meditation near the window, looking outside to the cold and dreary rainy day. She needed to stay as focused as possible and yet as clear mnded as could be. This operation was going to be tricky. It would likely mean either imprisonment or death if they failed. But most of all....it was going to be fun.​

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[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Maja Vern"]​

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja was slowly becoming a team-player. It was not a natural role – even her preference within the Dark-side lent itself to solo activity – but she knew the value of working together and when there was the potential to affect the minds of a large group of individuals, she knew she should assist.

Plus she’d get to work with Darth Venefica again – and given her recent activity with the Ember, it was something of a win:win assignment.

So she made her way in her recently acquired One Sith Fury to the Sisterhood’s main base of operations. She reflected that her typical approach when she was travelling was to find out as much as she could about the objective – but this time was different. Because she knew little of the assignment other than it could impact a lot of people.

Having docked, she made her way to the office given on the memo inviting her. Even that appeared rented – no doubt to ensure the level of secrecy was maintained.

And so she walked in – working out if she’d met this particular Sith before. Deciding she hadn’t she offered her name. “Maja – and you are…?”

[member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Raven"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

"Name and business?"
"Norrin Fulk, Warden of the Grey Watch, here to transfer a prisoner to your charge."
The Republic guardsman looked up from his post to study Norrin briefly, intently taking in ever feature of his person. Once he was seemingly satisfied, the man looked behind him at the Trandoshan in stun cuffs that was lurking. He lofted a brow and then looked back at the Warden, as if not really believing that he had caught the trandoshan himself. Small minds believe that size matters in a battle of skills. It's appalling to see such sentiments still lurk within the Republic. He reached back and pulled the Trandoshan forward.
"The trandoshans name?"
"Harssk."
The guardsman nearly dropped his pen at this. Harssk was a well known killer who'd allied himself with the galaxy's Sith element. He was feared, and often the stuff of children's nightmares. The trandoshan was certainly dangerous enough for the reputation, which was why Norrin had been the one to go after him and not one of the other Grey Watch. He valued the lives of the underlings that worked beneath him, and he would not send them to do a task that he felt they wouldn't return from. Harssk was such a task. Even for Norrin he'd been difficult to bring in. He'd have been death for some of the lesser Watch members.
Norrin noted that the man quickly called for more men and backed away a few steps nervously, his eyes not once leaving Harssk. Clearly this man wasn't one of the regular guards, or he was new. Either way, he was afraid and that wasn't a good thing.
"We'll just wait here for the other guards to help."
"That's fine. I'm not in a hurry."

[member="Darth Raven"] [member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Norrin Fulk"]

Spoiler: Equipment

Full squad each is wearing and has the following.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59439-armor-of-the-scarlet-spectres/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59439-armor-of-the-scarlet-spectres/

Cpl Shamus Walker was finally back in the field after a heck of a rough ride on Geo. He headed up the hallway after recieving a request for assistance from one of the Guardsmen at a prison camp. He didn't know why he was there are even what he was supposed to do. Part of him wondered why all the fuss until he heard the name of the prisoner. Wes chuckled. Behind him the rest of his squad. Wes chuckled as the guard practically ran him over.

"Man your post Private." "Go on son."

Wes looked at the Grey Warden giving him a nod.

"Cpl Walker Republic Defense Forces." "I see you are bringing us a celebrity today." "No worries." "We will get him where he needs to be."

Wes picked up the log book from the desk extending it towards the man.

"If you would please sign him in." "I get the transfer paperwork started and you can get back to it." "What................was your name." "My apologies Sir but the Private was hard to make out over the comms."

Wes looked so calm one would wonder if he was bored if not for the look in his eyes that said he was more alert than anyone would ever know. Facing death one to many times tended to do that. His Task Force 102 armor showed a few dents and scrapes but was sturdy.