Faction The Tempest | A Operation Cinder Story

[Ellayina L'lerim]

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Minister of Intelligence, Director of SHADES​

"Galactic Common" | <"High Nelvaanian"> | ["Essonian"] | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Objective: Doing her job
Location: Council Tower, Ord Cantrell
Equipment: White uniform | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tags: Aggadeen Mysta | DT-1966 | DT-7747 | Kroeger | Open

This was a city where Ella could easily find anything with her eyes closed. Although she was impressed by how much she had managed to rebuild in a fairly short space of time. This was the place where they had lived nearly two months of hell because they had been trapped and hunted. This was the place where she learned to trust one person besides her family, Kazian Blackwood . She was forced to, because alone they would have both died, it took two to survive. But that was all in the past now, and she still didn't know where the other agent was. It was as if the earth had swallowed the man.

But back to the present, she was not one of those who were afraid to get their hands dirty. No, the look in her eyes was perfectly in keeping with her bloodline, so that she felt in her element when she could be on the front line. Literally, or figuratively in terms of the front line. Ella had once been an interrogation and torture officer, and to this day she enjoyed that part of her job as well. Now that the Empire was beginning to consolidate again, she was moving to a higher plane than she had been in the Dark Empire. There she was "only" the Director of the ISB, but now she had moved up a notch from there. This was also due to the fact that she remained loyal all along and learned and developed under the wings of Shannic Wulf .

The last time she was on this planet she was a division officer, now she is the Minister of Intelligence. She was now the second in her family in three generations to become the head of an Empire's entire intelligence service. It was another matter that her close relatives and siblings did not appreciate it, especially since those two were Ashlan believers and played the saint while Ella played the devil. At least in their eyes. But it didn't matter, her career was more important to her, as no one in the extended family circle cared which realm she was loyal to, as long as she was loyal to House L'lerim. But now it didn't matter so much.

She, like her men and the Stormtroopers, took advantage of the riots and chaos to get into the building. Now she finally had the right people with her who really needed to be here. And the earlier data led me here about Jordi Massad . She hoped to find more details about this mystery agent here. Her agents and men were doing their own thing, so if nothing was stopping her, she might be able to move forward with Massad's case. For some reason, the traitors were connected to the man and were in contact with him. Several of them, even some who were not even connected, only Massad was the common link. It was time to put an end to the case.

So she headed to the central control room in the building, where she hoped to access the databases. The only question was whether they could work calmly in the tower or whether there would be resistance.

Open to any interactions even with the Stormtroopers, once we're in one place.​

 

[Thomas Barran]

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THE TEMPEST

THE ZEALOT - PART 3​

Sage's Hill, Sage Park Peninsula,
Southern Seaboard, Ord Cantrell (902 ABY)

'Heh! If Reaper Actual really is from the Vice-Admiral's flotilla.... Then I really should expect no less than wonder.'
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With the next wave of storms still brewing at sea, with the rain still lapping at the enclosed back of the landing-ship foothold, the Keshig-Chiefs looked over to the city, having borne witness to the explosive displays on the not-so-distant horizon. They remembered what was seen in the latter moments of the most-recent orbital drop experience, recalling quite well as to where the air-defence batteries had been placed at the time, or at least, those of which they could see - the closest and only culprits of the quickened, near-lethal landing trajectories.

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'Not us, not good, but - better than nothing, no?'
'We can't do much about that though, can we?'
'True, wanted crush skulls, but crush wait. Not bad thing, just not me.'

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'You might want to come see this, Ulusar!', Gorm exclaimed outside, standing in full-gear with the other warriors of the Rogues' Brigade, standing in the rain with an anticipation that was beginning to overshadow that of all the Keshigs around him. Both Rook and the Mastiff would make their way out all the quicker, having heard him well enough to note there was something more in the usual boom of Slicer's parade-ground voice, with eyes resting firmly on the Errant-Chief as he inquired,'What are your orders, Ulusar?', there would be no mistaking the Mirialan's eagerness to prove his worth to the others.

And yet, despite the clear eagerness to fight, the Mirialan would first use initiative to prompt the attention of the Arkanian and his Mantellian friend - diverting the eyes to see what was headed their way instead.

But what they saw when Slicer's gaze cursorily pointed out to sea would surprise them the most, even turning to each other with gleaming hope in their eyes before finally turning back to Gorm, and only then did the Zealot relent enough to respond,'Good catch, Slicer.... Ya see that? The real dark bit in the middle? That, right there, is the cover we need to make our assault on Council Tower. Now, watch this.', only to start cackling as he made to climb atop a waist-high chunk of fallen dropship debris. Already gathering Keshigs from around his near-proximity by presence alone, the sound of Rook's voice would bring all the more to approach him, but when the Zealot had climbed high enough for all to see his face, everyone gathered, surrounding their Darkhan just to hear what he had to say.

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'Brothers and sisters, Keshigs all! Follow my gaze to the sea, look to the storm that yearns to embrace us, gaze upon the darkest heart of the tempest - and know that Nature protects us, here, on Ord Cantrell's surface!'

Even without the approaching clouds considered, even without the audible thunderclaps factored into the presence of an approaching tempest, the mere change in the air itself could have indicated the impending torrential mayhem, and all the Keshigs knew it. Consequently changing all attitudes towards matters like the rain, their drenched heads, and all-things apprehension toward the conditions they would face in the assault on Council Tower; and it was on this change (along with the morale-shift he could see in their eyes) that the Zealot had been waiting since they landed, seeing his opportunity to amplify that surging willpower, his chance to light a beacon of hope for all who survived the landings.

'The storm is the shadow that shields us, the veil that obscures our approach.... Fear not the storm, my brothers and sisters! The storm - and the shroud she wields - will bring life to brave Keshigs! That storm.... IS LIIIIIIIFE!!!!'