Mission Under New Management

[COMMAF]

U N D E R_N E W_M A N A G E M E N T

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
RINGO VINDA, MID RIM

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Ringo Vinda. Home to one of the largest shipyards within the entire Mid Rim. Throughout history it had exchanged hands multiple times going from Silver Jedi control, to Sith control, to Imperial control and briefly Mandalorian control within the span of half a decade, and yet not even once had it been subject to the brutality of the galaxy's constant state of war with the exception of the New Imperial Order's brutal subjugation of the planet in 867 ABY. Nowadays, it was owned by a joint venture between former members of the Mandalorian Protectors and citizens of Ringo Vinda making full use of Ringo Vinda's neutral status to sell Starships to all sorts of individuals and entities regardless of affiliation or profession.

However unbeknownst to the owners of the Ringo Vinda Shipyards, there was another party that had developed a great degree of interest for their Shipyards known to many as the Imperial Confederation. The recent humiliation delivered by Mand'alor the Iron had left a fresh wound into the prestige of the Confederation while only confirming that the Mandalorian Empire was nothing more then a Sith puppet state that still clung to delusions of sovereignty. While the Confederation had proceeded with their invasion of the Thandon Star Cluster with no interference from the Mandalorians, the very fact that they were now closely tied to the Sith remained a problem that needed resolution.

With the Mandalorians unwilling to compromise or even acknowledge the Confederation's concerns, Ringo Vinda was selected as the platform from which the Imperial Navy would use as a forward operating base to ensure that Mandalore would break before it had the chance to interfere. However in order to ensure the secrecy of such a process and prevent the Mandalorians from taking notice, a strike team of Imperial Special Forces Operatives were deployed to Ringo Vinda with a their objectives clear : Infiltrate the Shipyards, take control over the Command Center and neutralize the Shipyards defenses to ensure a peaceful transfer of ownership.

It was a simple low-risk mission especially since much of the Shipyards was either sparsely staffed or automated and since the departure of the Mandalorian Protectors, security was somewhat minimal meaning that there wouldn't be too much obstacles preventing the Imperial Special Forces from accomplishing their task. As such, it wasn't long before the strike team had made landfall inside one of the automated production bays, their stealth transport having slipped through the Shipyards meager defenses shortly after arriving at the planet. Now all that was left for the operatives to do was to make their way to the Command Center without getting detected and the rest would be history.

Tags | [OPEN to Imperial Special Forces]​

 

[Joseph Torson]

S A B O T A G E_O N_A R K A N I A

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ARKANIA, COLONIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Tetron SD-11 Variable Detonators [5]
• Selectively Stabilized Detonite [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/ Supplicant-Series Service Droid]

Another Day. Another Mission. Once more Imperial Special Forces found themselves being sent on yet another task that was crucial for the advancement of the Imperial agenda. Their target was the Ringo Vinda Shipyards, one of the largest in the Mid Rim that was sparsely staffed and mostly automated with minimal security. Their task? To infiltrate the Shipyards, seize the command center and shut down the defenses. It was a simple task and the low security presence only made it more easier. This was simply going to be a walk in the park, and by the end of the day the Ringo Vinda Shipyards would be the latest in a long list of acquisitions of the Imperial Confederation.

As the Stealth Transport approached the Ringo Vinda Shipyards with it's stealth systems active, Joseph Torson was in the process of checking his gear inside one of the passenger cabins, something he usually did prior to any mission. He didn't bring anything special, just regular weapons and explosives given the simplicity of today's operation. With him were a couple of Special Forces operatives whom Torson was already well familiar with along with Inquisitor T'zarna Khab who often accompanied Imperial Special Forces in their clandestine missions across the galaxy.

Once the Stealth Transport made it's way into one of the empty automated production bays, Torson stepped out of his passenger cabin and headed towards the exit ramp at the rear of the transport joining his fellow comrades as they prepared to carry out their mission. Just another day at work serving the true Imperial cause.

Tags | Saltare Dothon | T'zarna Khab | Ronhar Tane | Mal Crus | Vahliri Kresten | OPEN to Imperial Special Forces​

 

[Mal Crus]

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Dead Guy - Ministry

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Location: Ringo Vinda...Mid Rim
Main Objective: Secure Shipyards
Secondary Objective: Sieze Files / Secure Living Assests
Tag: Joseph Torson / Open to All Imperials

The stealth transport cut through the void without a signature, a matte-black dagger gliding toward the dim latticework of the Ringo Vinda orbital shipyards. Inside the troop bay, the Dread Wolves stood in disciplined rows beneath low red lumens, armor plates dull and lightless, helmets mag-locked at their hips or sealed in place. Their voices were enthusiastic but hushed; professional chatter. At the fore of the bay, Captain Crus stood braced against the bulkhead, arms folded behind his back, simply watching. Not interfering. Measuring.

He studied them the way a weaponsmith studies a finished blaster; weight, balance, accuracy. Professionals all. Scarred armor, personal etchings, kill-marks burned discreetly into pauldrons. They did not need speeches. They needed direction.

The transport's internal thrusters shifted pitch as it bled velocity, gliding silently toward an unlit production ring; as the docking clamps engaged with a hollow, metallic thud that reverberated through the deck plating. No alarms. No resistance. Just the cold welcome of an automated empire left half-asleep.

The ramp lowered into a cavernous production bay; near-empty assembly gantries stretching upward like steel cathedrals, half-finished hull frames suspended in grav-cradles. He stepped down first, boots striking durasteel with a flat, controlled report. The Wolves followed in two files, fanning outward with predatory precision, rifles raised, optics scanning shadows between fabrication towers.

They took positions along crate lines and inactive conveyor trenches, sectors overlapping in clean geometry. He let the silence settle a beat before speaking, voice cutting through helmet comms in sharp, measured bursts.

"We move in pairs. Quick and silent like. Command says these yards are sparsely staffed and automated, that doesn't give us much. So stay alert to your surroundings and the surroundings of your brothers around you."

"Our main objective is taking the shipyards. Secondary is retrieving and securing any files. We are to minimize casualties, per Command. Command believes there's brilliance at work here. Jaxon, you're with me."

Captain Crus and Jaxon took point, boots rolling heel-to-toe across the cold deck as they led the formation into the production hub's arterial corridor. He read the environment the way a tactician reads a battlefield map, searching for the wrong shadow, the misplaced motion, the silence that meant ambush instead of abandonment.

Spoiler: Loadout

1. E-13 "Harbinger"
2. E-66 "Mr. Nasty"

 

[Hemor Vechin]

Location: Ringo Vinda
Mission level: Black
Equipment: Here
tags: Saltare Dothon | T'zarna Khab | Ronhar Tane | Mal Crus | Vahliri Kresten | Open

Incoming Transmission....

IC | ISA | ITC:1C3N-CM3-BF9
Encryption protocol T@DP0L

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Bullfrog team 9, High command has issued a target of prime importance. Make way to Ringo Vinda. Infiltrate the shipyards and bring them under IC control. The Industrial minds of the ISA are counting on you. And a few benefactors are eagerly watching

The station is sparsely populated and heavily automated. Caution must be exercised, we are confident that your team can pull off this mission faster than the other special forces being dispatched.

Hemor... condolences on the loss of your teammate, he was a good man. Consider this official reactivation after your teams bereavement.
May the Force Guide You. IC | ISA | Agent #21784

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Hemor paced before calling the rest of the team into the main holo area. "Guys, we are active again. Priority target of Ringo Vinda. We need to sneak in and capture the central command first. There is other special forces en route, no mention of their skill level but we will assume that security will be tripped by them. Any questions?"

The rest of the team trade glances for a time before Grov speaks "I think We will be the perfect ghosts after Sh3r and I get done hacking the initial data systems. Hemor, can I use DI9s also for this mission? I think we need the dual processing power to speed run this thing correctly."

Hemor simply nodded.

Their Ship glided into one of the docking bays without any fanfare. The stealth polymer keeping a whisper of hit from any sensor. What sensor hit there was read back a transport shuttle of the same make running around the orbital yards.

The ships engines and dampeners made their humming as they touched down. At the holo table the suited up team went over the rough blue prints "Okay, so here is the fastest least populated path. Anyone we find... stun, cuff, and mark location off the beaten path. This is a fast non lethal take down... We are the scalpel of the IC and ISA. Move out!"

Hemor, Grov, Sarra, and Vesso step off the ships ramp, quick quiet footsteps as the heads up display marks points of interest. Staying to the shadows the group lead by Hemor quickly crosses the room before Grav gives a quick hand motion of where to go.

The data terminal is quickly interrogated by the two customized ID9's along with Grav's holo tablet. The holo tablet has a stream of numbers and letters before a map of the security points and cameras pops up.

Grov breaks their comms silence <<I and the DI9's have hacked their security systems. We are flagged as friendly by their droids.>>

Hemor laughs <<Great job Grov! Lets get moving.>>

The split team moves quickly and quietly stun weapons ready farther down the corridor.

 

[Saltare Dothon]

TAGS: Hemor Vechin | Imperials

The ship plied the non-existent waves of space, flying through the vacuum towards their ultimate destination: the Ringo Vinda Shipyards. Saltare was not familiar with what had occurred here recently; he had been busy with other missions set down by the powers that be. No matter, though, he would fix whatever needed fixing here, or break it.

Other operatives sat within the ship with him, some he had worked with many times before, others he had only met recently. Joseph Torson and he had fought together several times in recent memory, against many enemies of the Empire.

Mal Crus was still new to him, but he had fought on Brosi and had proven himself a staunch Imperial. The others he had met or bled with, depending on who they were, and he was here to do it again.

He felt the ship's landing gear hit the ground just as the rear ramp dropped, spilling light into the interior. Time to go.

The other black armored figures of Inferno were quiet as they prepared to exfil. Black armor was sometimes accented with stripes of red, gold, silver, or, in one case, blue.

"Let's move," Saltare said plainly as he filtered out the back of the transport, his men and women in tow.

 

[Vahliri Kresten]

Location: Ringo Vinda Shipyards – Automated Production Bay
Objective: Infiltrate Command Center / Neutralize Defenses
Equipment: See Bio / Medic Armor
Tag: [ OPEN to Imperial Special Forces ]

The hiss of the stealth transport’s depressurizing ramp was the only sound that dared to challenge the sterile silence of the production bay. For Vahliri Kresten, the smell of ozone and recycled freighter air was a familiar comfort—a precursor to the inevitable scent of cauterized flesh and antiseptic that followed in her wake.

Stepping onto the cold deck of the Ringo Vinda Shipyards, the Arkanian Offshoot adjusted the seal on her Medic Trooper vambraces. Her left eye, a Mk. VII Multi-Spectral Optic, hummed with a faint, mechanical whir as it cycled through thermal and bio-signature overlays. The automated bay was a ghost town of dormant machinery and skeletal ship frames, but Vahliri didn’t see steel and durasteel. She saw a biological organism that had grown complacent under "neutral" management.

And she was the surgeon sent to excise the rot.
"Vitals are steady across the unit," she stated, her voice a cool, modulated rasp through her helmet’s comms. She didn't look at the other operatives; her gaze was fixed on the structural schematics being projected onto her HUD. "The transition from the 'Long Hunger' taught us that empires are won by those who can sustain their momentum. We move fast. We strike clean."

She checked the chemical levels in her wrist-mounted "Stitcher" system. In this mission, "neutralization" was the priority, but she was under no illusions. Efficiency often required blood. If a worker or a stray security droid stood between the Confederation and this shipyard, they were merely a variable to be corrected.

"The Command Center is the heart," Vahliri continued, her gloved hand resting briefly on the grip of her G-11 carbine. "If the heart stops beating for the Mandalorians, the body belongs to us. Ensure your stim-packs are primed. I have no intention of leaving salvageable assets behind on this floor."

With a sharp, clinical nod to the strike team, she stepped out of the shadows of the transport, her white armor ghosting through the dim light of the production bay. The Imperial Confederation was moving in, and Major Kresten was ready to ensure the operation was performed with surgical precision.

"Let’s begin the procedure."

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
RINGO VIDA
[REDACTED]

Of all the enemies in the galaxy that Ronhar had expected to fight, Mandalorians had been pretty low on his list.

After all, he had read the stories and heard the legends of their exploits, how the Mandalorains were a proud and noble warrior race who always fought to protect themselves and their people. Apparently, he had been wrong to have seen them in a positive life, considering how the Mandalorians had betrayed the galaxy and aligned themselves with the Sith. He hadn't been at the disastrous conference, of course, and from what he had heard about it, he was glad to have not been invited.

Still, he refused to let Mandalore's insults stands, and so when Joseph Torson had assembled a task force to strike back against them, he had been one of the first to volunteer for the mission. Any ally of the Sith was an enemy of his, and he refused to let the Mandalorians walk all over Imperial concerns without putting up a fight. If they didn't want to listen then...perhaps they would listen now!

The team they had assembled was certainly an impressive one: Saltare Dothon , Hemor Vechin , Mal Crus and a new face Ronhar had never seen before, Vahliri Kresten , besides of course Torson himself. If any team could infiltrate Mandalorian operations, it would be this one, though hopefully they would be able to do so without alerting their foes to their presence. Ronhar had brought a silenced weapon with him, his, EGR-16, along with a variety of other weapons and tools that he thought would be needed for this mission.

As their stealth transport finally landed planetside, Ronhar and the men of Reclaimer Squad stepped out, followed by the various strike teams of the other mission leaders, ready to do what needed to be done to further secure Imperial domination of the sector!
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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• EGR-16
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters

TAGS:
Joseph Torson
Mal Crus
Hemor Vechin
Saltare Dothon
Vahliri Kresten

 

[Mal Crus]

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Dead Guy - Ministry

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Location: Ringo Vinda...Mid Rim
Main Objective: Secure Shipyards
Secondary Objective: Sieze Files / Secure Living Assests
Tag: Joseph Torson / Vahliri Kresten / Hemor Vechin / Ronhar Tane / Saltare Dothon

He signaled the Wolves to tighten formation as they moved through the labyrinthine corridors that connected the shipyards like a metallic skeleton, eyes sharp for any sign of threat. Up ahead, a small manufacturing control center came into view, its interior humming with machinery and the quiet chatter of two engineers absorbed in their daily tasks, oblivious to the intruders.

Two patrol droids swept the floor in precise, mechanical arcs, their sensors scanning for anomalies.

His hand hovered over his rifle's trigger as he assessed the tactical situation, noting entry points, cover, and the likely alert radius of the droids. Every step was measured, every breath controlled, as he led the Wolves closer, ready to neutralize threats or; if discretion demanded it, pass silently through the perimeter unnoticed.

He tapped the comm panel, activating the channel that linked him directly to the other Squad Leaders with a crisp, authoritative click. "We've got two Class-4 droids, two civilians in a control center," he said, his voice sharp and unyielding over the static. "Moving to intercept."

Captain Crus swept his hand in a precise, practiced gesture, signaling the Wolves to split and neutralize the droid threat without hesitation. Within moments, the patrol droids were dismantled with efficient, coordinated bursts of fire, their circuits frying in sparks and smoke.

The squad moved in on the engineers, weapons trained but controlled, securing the civilians with rapid, methodical efficiency; then established a perimeter around the control center to prevent reinforcements or alarm signals.

"Bind the prisoners," he barked through his mask's slits, his tone as cold and precise as tempered steel. "Our squad medic can sedate them. Medic!" The medic's calm voice answered from the middle as he moved toward the prisoners, rummaging through his med kit, "A couple little jabs and they'll be out for a few hours, Captain."

His eyes scanned the corridors as he thought of the shipyard beyond the control center. "More than enough time to complete our mission," he said, voice cutting like steel. "Once we secure more of the shipyard, we'll call an extract team to retrieve the prisoners, then they'll be someone else's problem."

Spoiler: Loadout

1. E-13 "Harbinger"
2. E-66 "Mr. Nasty"

 

[Joseph Torson]

S A B O T A G E_O N_A R K A N I A

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ARKANIA, COLONIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Tetron SD-11 Variable Detonators [5]
• Selectively Stabilized Detonite [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/ Supplicant-Series Service Droid]

One by one, each Special Forces operative and their respective teams got off the stealth transport and immediately got to work with Mal Crus's Dread Wolves already making their way towards a smaller manufacturing control center and Hemor's team having already hacked into their security systems to flag them as friendly. While Torson did not know how they managed to cram so many operatives within the small Transport, it did not matter. What matter was the completion of their task at hand.

"Well looks like the others are already making progress. We should catch up." Torson remarked as he glanced towards Saltare, Ronhar and Vahliri who were still within the production bay. From there Torson would proceed to link up with Mal Crus and his team walking into the control center right after they had taken control of it and binded it's occupants offering Crus and his men a salute. "Good work Captain Crus." he stated. "Hemor and his squad are already headed towards the processing hubs. That should be our next target." he stated speaking through the comms so that the other squad leaders could hear him.

"From there, we should be able to access the transit system that will take us right next to the Command Center an from there we'll just have to take over the Command Center and shut down the Shipyards." he further added.

Tags | Saltare Dothon | Ronhar Tane | Mal Crus | Vahliri Kresten | Hemor Vechin | OPEN to Imperial Special Forces​

 

[Calissova]

Location: Ringo Vinda Naval Production Ring-Yard - Ringo Vinda Orbit
Mission Objective:

• Take control of the shipyards’ command center.
• Neutralize the shipyards’ defense network.

Joseph Torson’s Team: Joseph Torson Vahliri Kresten
Dread Wolves: Mal Crus
FROG Team Nine - Bullfrogs: Hemor Vechin
Inferno Squad: Saltare Dothon
Salvage Team Six - Reclaimer Squad: Ronhar Tane

So far, this was proving to be a peculiar first mission. It was certainly not the kind of operation that she had expected to be immediately thrust into while she was completing her Phase Two Integration Protocol. In that, Calissova had learned only recently that the team she had been assigned with under Joseph Torson was only one component of a larger Imperial special forces deployment tasked with seizing the Ringo Vinda Ring-Yard. There were the hyper-efficient Dread Wolves under Captain Mal Crus, the high speed, low drag Bullfrogs of FROG Team Nine under Hemor Vechin, the quiet yet lethal operatives of Inferno Squad under Saltare Dothon, and then there were the elite scrap-commandos of Reclaimer Squad from Salvage Team Six.

It went without saying then, that the securing of the Ringo Vinda shipyards was of utmost priority to the Imperial Confederation.

And yet, with the stealth transport feeling uncomfortably crowded, Calissova briefly wondered why Inferno Squad and Reclaimer Squad had not been assigned their own vessels. She was moderately relieved when the time finally came to disembark into one of the shipyards’ automated production bays. The Hapan was one of the first to descend the exit ramp, her twin electromagnetic plasma hand cannons raised as she swept the cavernous space for movement. Inferno Squad and Reclaimer Squad fanned out in her wake, at which point she moved to link up with her assigned strike team.

From there, Calissova took the rear guard as she followed Torson and Major Kresten through the labyrinthine shipyard corridors and into one of the control centers. There, she caught sight of the Dread Wolves forming a perimeter, guarding a pair of binded and sedated civilian employees.

"Good work Captain Crus." he stated. "Hemor and his squad are already headed towards the processing hubs. That should be our next target." he stated speaking through the comms so that the other squad leaders could hear him.

"From there, we should be able to access the transit system that will take us right next to the Command Center an from there we'll just have to take over the Command Center and shut down the Shipyards." he further added.

“No reports of resistance so far,” Calissova observed. She paused, her icy-hued eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the implications. “They would not have sent us here if they did not expect trouble.” The Hapan continued. “Are there any potential choke points or kill zones that we should be aware of going forward? Any hostiles that are stationed here might seek to exploit them.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Advanced Tactical Bodyglove ‘Titan’ - Appearance
  
  • Forearm
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III "Force Avenger" Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
    • LO-PCR-9 "Trailforge" Portable Powercell Recharger
• FAE/W-17 Electromagnetic Plasma Hand Cannon (2)
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant (20)
• PbDR-01 N.S.
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Blaster Power Pack - Tibanna Gas / Power Cell (10)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Vahliri Kresten]

Objective: Infiltration
Location: Ringo Vinda Shipyards, Mid Rim
Current Attire: Trauma Armor
Loadout : See bio
Tags: Joseph Torson | Saltare Dothon | Ronhar Tane | Mal Crus | Calissova

The call for a medic reached her before the echoes of the dismantled patrol droids had fully died.

Vahliri altered course without hesitation, white armor slipping through the dim industrial corridors like a sterile instrument moving toward a waiting incision. Her multi-spectral optic flickered between thermal and bio-signature overlays as she entered the secured control center.

Two civilians. Elevated heart rates. Cortisol spikes. No significant trauma.

Fear, not injury.

"Stand still," she said calmly, her tone neither reassuring nor threatening—simply factual.

The engineers complied under the weight of raised rifles. Vahliri moved between them with efficient precision, pulling a compact injector from her vambrace. Each received a measured dose—fast-acting sedative, minimal respiratory suppression, timed neural dampening.

Two quiet clicks.

The first slumped within seconds. The second followed shortly after, guided carefully to the deck rather than allowed to collapse. Wasteful damage to living assets was poor practice.

"Sedation complete," she reported over squad comms. "They will remain unconscious for approximately three hours. No permanent impairment."

Her optic swept the control consoles while she spoke, already shifting focus from biology to infrastructure.

"Captain Crus," her voice continued, clinical and steady, "this station functions as a peripheral neural cluster. Local manufacturing routing, power distribution, and internal communications are coordinated here. If compromised improperly, automated systems may default to alert protocols."

Her gloved fingers connected a data-spike from her kit into the nearest terminal, isolating the system from external signal bursts.

"I am stabilizing the node. Recommend we assume quiet administrative control rather than forced override. The body must not realize its heart is being replaced."

Status feeds began populating her HUD—camera loops, power flow diagrams, internal transit routes.

Good.

"Corridor networks ahead are now mapped," she transmitted to the strike teams. "Security response latency: minimal. Automation level: high. Resistance probability remains low—provided we maintain surgical discipline."

Vahliri rose, leaving the sedated engineers arranged neatly against the wall, hands secured, airways unobstructed.

No mess. No noise. No unnecessary loss.

Her carbine settled into a ready position as she turned toward the deeper corridors leading to the command spine.

"Control center stabilized," she concluded over comms. "The patient remains viable."

A brief pause.

"Proceeding toward the heart."

 

[Saltare Dothon]

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TAGS: Joseph Torson Ronhar Tane Mal Crus Calissova Vahliri Kresten

"Hemor and his squad are already headed towards the processing hubs. That should be our next target."

"Good copy," Saltare comm'd back, rerouting his team toward the hubs.

The shipyards of Ringo Vinda burned in cold industrial light as they advanced, towering gantries clawing at the void as half-assembled warships hung suspended over the abyss. Saltare and Inferno Squad fanned out in disciplined silence as they proceeded deeper into the shipyard. The other squads had infiltrated different areas and were advancing on the command center and the Processing Hubs, which would be Inferno's next target. In the distance, foundries roared, plasma torches spitting white fire as heavy plating was welded into place on starships. Saltare raised a fist, and the squad froze as a pair of low-level patrols rounded the corner, helmets reflecting the crimson hazard lights.

The first patrolman never saw the blade that slipped between the seams of his armor. Saltare caught him before the body could fall, easing him silently behind a stack of tibanna canisters. A suppressed bolt from one of his operators dropped the second guard with a hiss and a faint crackle of ionized air. They advanced again, weaving through coolant vapor and the metallic tang of molten alloy. Another patrol, three this time, swept the area near a cargo lift. A flash charge burst in a silent pulse, scrambling helmet optics for half a heartbeat. It was all the opening Inferno needed. Two precise shots and a brutal close-quarters strike later, the area was theirs, bodies of their enemies concealed in maintenance alcoves as if they had simply never walked there at all.

"Looks like private security is near the processing hubs. We've dispatched a few; be on the alert for more," Saltare sent quickly to the other squads.

Now the processing hubs loomed ahead, vast chambers where raw ore was refined and distributed to fabrication lines, the heartbeat of the entire shipyard. Conveyor systems thundered overhead, and sparks cascaded like artificial rain as automated arms carved glowing trenches into alloy sheets. Saltare signaled the advance, eyes fixed on the reinforced blast doors that guarded their objective.

"We're almost at the hubs. Stay sharp."

 

[Hemor Vechin]

Location: Ringo Vinda
Mission level: Black
Equipment: Here
tags: Saltare Dothon | T'zarna Khab | Ronhar Tane | Mal Crus | Vahliri Kresten | Open

Hemor and crew moved like shadows... just like they were meant to. The lead group of Hemor, Grov, Sarra, and Vesso moved normally past a pair of security droids... they ignored them. Just like Grov said they would. A group of five employees worked their station panels oblivious to their surroundings while they take about their day to day lives.

They needed to get through the backside of the room to the hallway that was the fastest route to their objective. The group got down low before Hemor motioned Sarra to sneak through. The female Pantoran doing so with ease.

Hemor waits a few moments before motioning to Vesso to go. The second female Pantoran doing so with ease.

Looking at Grov the nerves were apparent, he wore the most gear and would make the most noise. Hemor pats him on the shoulder, then motions to go.

Grov moves much slower than the other two, he almost makes it to the girls before one of his tools drops to the floor with a clank

The people working stop and all look. In the side hallway is a singular wrench laying on the floor. They all start whispering and cautiously moving towards it.

Hemor in the team comms "Hide before they get to your corridor!"
The three manage to get to the next side corridor before the staff see them. A momentary sigh of relief.

All of them overhear them chatting male 1 "I swear that wasn't there ten minutes ago." Female 1 "Well duh, we all heard it hit the floor. The question is was it one of the maintenance droids?"

The group murmurs for a time. Male 2 chimes in "I thought those things were slow?" female 2 "Maybe we should report it?"
More murmuring can be heard.

Grov, Sarra, and Vesso move back to where they were close enough to pop around the corner if needed. All with their stun blasters in hand.

Bullfrog team watched via HUD video from Di9s near the ceiling looking down. They could hear them all being confused and talking over what to do, all while the droid was zooming in on one of them. He was standing towards the back of the five looking over the wrench ever more intently. Ever more keenly, before finally he looked up and spoke. "Guys this isn't one of our wrenches. I have to call this in... I don't know what or who dropped it, but it can't be good." He starts to pivot to the control panels.

Hemor calmly speaks over the comm "Weapons hot. Drop them."

Just like that the four fire, stun bolts hitting their marks, Hemor taking the wrench guy first then the lady next to him.

They all rush over to cuff and move them to an out of the way spot.

Grov doesn't move a body "Hemor, I am going to cover our tracks. Just a minute."

He uses the two droids and a set of emitters to rewind the footage & looping it. Finally leaving a chunk of holo of the group so no organic would be concerned from a ways away.

With the group being marked on their map they quietly slip down the next corridor section.

Hemor jumps to the special forces comm channel "Are any of you getting absurdly low resistance?"

Before there is a reply, another comm comes across,

"Looks like private security is near the processing hubs. We've dispatched a few; be on the alert for more," Saltare sent quickly to the other squads.