Daniel Washburne
Silentarri Direct Action Team-HRT 1 SL
The surface of the global cityscape glinted in the light of Munnilist's star, casting brilliant beams thru the transport ship's viewports as the vessel sailed downward towards the glittering, ancient jewel of this sector. Inside the mid sized starship a collection of Silentarri agents had eaten, slept, and otherwise killed time the past few days as they had traveled across the void. The trip had been mostly quiet. His team SDAT-HRT1, along with the rest of alpha platoon, had been pulled from anti slaver operations along the edges of HR space to deal with the current situation, and those operations tended to bring a quietness to all who witnessed it. Dan sniffed and rolled his head as he looked outward, the overwhelming light a stark contrast to the images his team had been cursed with in recent days and his team's dark uniforms. The squad leader let his gaze linger over the horizon where Munnilist's curvature met the blinding light until his eyes hurt and his vision began to spot. He turned before too long, sparing himself any real damage to his organic eye. He mentally collected himself. He was responsible for twelve other agents, and they'd earned his focus. The pilot hit the loudspeaker, announcing their imminent landing and the team silently packed, preparing to disembark. They moved quickly and gathered themselves in an empty place near the ship's large, still closed ramp. The other squads that comprised the rest of Alpha did the same, 1-5. They all nodded and chatted among their fellows as they gathered, each team assigned different objectives to serve the same overall mission. Unless another squad needed support.
"Equipment check." Daniel said as he entered with his own bag and began to sift through it, running through a checklist of his own before checking his team's equipment. The checks were redundant. They were all highly proficient, competent agents, most of them with plenty of experience before they even made it on the team. The checks were necessary though. Trust but verify. Always verify. If you didn't, then it was on you if someone died when a piece of gear could've prevented it. Dan smiled as they landed and rolled off the ramp towards the planet's main Network building, the imposing monolithic duracrete building was to be their base of operations for the foreseeable future. "Get a bunk and get settled. Meet me at 2200 out front. Stretch your legs, don't shoot anybody." 1-5 dispersed as their squad leaders filled into an elevator to take them to the Director's Office, the pristine orderliness of the DS offices a stark contrast to the levels down below. The five men didn't talk as they ascended, not out of animosity. They'd each just played therapist to one another on the way there, unable to express such emotions to the rest of their squadmates. The silence allowed them to focus up. A gust of cold air filled the elevator's interior as the doors slid apart, revealing an unassuming chair and desk set against the backdrop of the cityscape. At the desk sat a thin elderly gentlemen, who eyed them in an approving but calculated manner. He'd been impressed with alpha's performance in the Rim. They'd executed a series of operations in quick succession against very horrible people, maintaining their composure at each stage regardless of what they were presented with. Then, to come straight from that to this, without a whisper of complaint or a sign of deficiency, showed the level of professionalism he expected from his agents. He placed five files in front of him with five different assignments and bid the squad leads to take the ones with their names. They did and turned to leave. "Good job. Do it again here." The director said as they stepped into the elevator. An incredibly rare moment of praise from a normally silent bothan. The group beamed as the elevator went back down.
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Munnilist, Mid level, 2359
Miles of electric lights buzzed across the planet's surface with relentless consistency, casting shadows across the durasteel and trillions of beings that went to and fro endlessly. In the middle of all that noise, it was easy for an outsider to miss the cracks in the walls. Homeless, wild eyed citizens and the encroachment of various criminals. The very air in some areas had gone hazy, iron like metallic smells overwhelming it. Such problems were common on many worlds. Few took notice in any real capacity besides those that participated with, were hurt by, or fought against such folks. That had been the way on the world for sometime, and no one did care, until a nobleman's daughter had been poisoned by the venom that was so common on the levels beneath them. Action had been demanded and would almost certainly be delivered, one way or another, and the city's seedier elements knew this and had been reacting accordingly. The underbelly associated with spice, particularly deathsticks, was alert, tense. Immediately following the incident, the planetary defense forces had taken down several clubs, cook sites, and businesses operated by the gang responsible, an opening salvo in a much larger operation. Evidently the noble had yelled loudly enough that the HR deemed it necessary to send in SDAT assets. Who were currently in route to an apartment bloc along a mostly quiet section of the mid level. It was quiet because the Deathrunners, a subsec of the larger criminal cartel that was the HRT teams were working to bring down, ran the neighborhood. Six of HRT1's twelve members moved along the low shadows of a wall as they entered thru a side entrance by the alley behind the building past piles of uncollected trash. The other six maintained security. The doors slid open, left unlocked by the lookout local pd had made contact with and turned informant before the team had arrived. They moved quickly, methodically clearing the first room on their immediate left in a dimly lit hallway. Besides a sleeping man it was empty, save for a couple cots and the multicolored array of deathsticks strown about the tiny room. Dan nodded at the sleeping man and his team immediately cuffed and gagged him, before leaving him where he was. Muffled curses and threats were all the deathrunner could manage as the team filed back out into the hallway. At the end of the hallway another rounded the corner, another skinny human, and Dan immediately put a bolt from his blaster carbine between their eyes as the tried to bring up a large blaster pistol. Metal clanked on metal as the form crumpled to the floor.
HRT1 advanced, continuing their methodical pace as they rounded the corner, revealing a stairwell and two more deathrunners, they fell in streams of light as colorful as their deathsticks.
"Three down, one cuffed." Dan keyed to the tactical coordination unit and the six of his guys pulling security, Lucky for the group moving up the stairwell the intel had been correct and before them sat a large, locked durasteel door. Behind it lay HRT1's objective, the local leader for the deathrunners, an angry scarred rodian by the name of Vesh. From what they'd heard, he could lead them to the manufacturing hub that had produced the poison that was destroying the soul of the locals. Dan looked the door up and down before motioning for his team to blow it open and throw stun grenades in before moving in after the charge detonated. There was a hundred percent chance that there were at least a few angry, doped up gang members leveling blasters at the door. The team moved in a practiced manner, one applying the charge while another two prepped grenades and the last preparing to enter as Dan was, weapon raised. Time seemed to slow as the charge blew the door inward and off it's hinges, flinging it across a large office room, the stun grenades were tossed and exploded, having the desired effect. Vesh dropped his weapon from his place behind his ornate desk, clutching his ears with a stunned look, his bodyguards reacting similarly as the team violently took control of the room. Shortly, they were cuffed and prepped for transport for interrogation back at Network HQ. "Three down, four cuffed." Dan keyed. HRT-1 was all smiles as they piled into a separate LE transport speeder back to base. First step had went easy enough, Dan doubted the rest of the operation would go so smoothly.
"Equipment check." Daniel said as he entered with his own bag and began to sift through it, running through a checklist of his own before checking his team's equipment. The checks were redundant. They were all highly proficient, competent agents, most of them with plenty of experience before they even made it on the team. The checks were necessary though. Trust but verify. Always verify. If you didn't, then it was on you if someone died when a piece of gear could've prevented it. Dan smiled as they landed and rolled off the ramp towards the planet's main Network building, the imposing monolithic duracrete building was to be their base of operations for the foreseeable future. "Get a bunk and get settled. Meet me at 2200 out front. Stretch your legs, don't shoot anybody." 1-5 dispersed as their squad leaders filled into an elevator to take them to the Director's Office, the pristine orderliness of the DS offices a stark contrast to the levels down below. The five men didn't talk as they ascended, not out of animosity. They'd each just played therapist to one another on the way there, unable to express such emotions to the rest of their squadmates. The silence allowed them to focus up. A gust of cold air filled the elevator's interior as the doors slid apart, revealing an unassuming chair and desk set against the backdrop of the cityscape. At the desk sat a thin elderly gentlemen, who eyed them in an approving but calculated manner. He'd been impressed with alpha's performance in the Rim. They'd executed a series of operations in quick succession against very horrible people, maintaining their composure at each stage regardless of what they were presented with. Then, to come straight from that to this, without a whisper of complaint or a sign of deficiency, showed the level of professionalism he expected from his agents. He placed five files in front of him with five different assignments and bid the squad leads to take the ones with their names. They did and turned to leave. "Good job. Do it again here." The director said as they stepped into the elevator. An incredibly rare moment of praise from a normally silent bothan. The group beamed as the elevator went back down.
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Munnilist, Mid level, 2359
Miles of electric lights buzzed across the planet's surface with relentless consistency, casting shadows across the durasteel and trillions of beings that went to and fro endlessly. In the middle of all that noise, it was easy for an outsider to miss the cracks in the walls. Homeless, wild eyed citizens and the encroachment of various criminals. The very air in some areas had gone hazy, iron like metallic smells overwhelming it. Such problems were common on many worlds. Few took notice in any real capacity besides those that participated with, were hurt by, or fought against such folks. That had been the way on the world for sometime, and no one did care, until a nobleman's daughter had been poisoned by the venom that was so common on the levels beneath them. Action had been demanded and would almost certainly be delivered, one way or another, and the city's seedier elements knew this and had been reacting accordingly. The underbelly associated with spice, particularly deathsticks, was alert, tense. Immediately following the incident, the planetary defense forces had taken down several clubs, cook sites, and businesses operated by the gang responsible, an opening salvo in a much larger operation. Evidently the noble had yelled loudly enough that the HR deemed it necessary to send in SDAT assets. Who were currently in route to an apartment bloc along a mostly quiet section of the mid level. It was quiet because the Deathrunners, a subsec of the larger criminal cartel that was the HRT teams were working to bring down, ran the neighborhood. Six of HRT1's twelve members moved along the low shadows of a wall as they entered thru a side entrance by the alley behind the building past piles of uncollected trash. The other six maintained security. The doors slid open, left unlocked by the lookout local pd had made contact with and turned informant before the team had arrived. They moved quickly, methodically clearing the first room on their immediate left in a dimly lit hallway. Besides a sleeping man it was empty, save for a couple cots and the multicolored array of deathsticks strown about the tiny room. Dan nodded at the sleeping man and his team immediately cuffed and gagged him, before leaving him where he was. Muffled curses and threats were all the deathrunner could manage as the team filed back out into the hallway. At the end of the hallway another rounded the corner, another skinny human, and Dan immediately put a bolt from his blaster carbine between their eyes as the tried to bring up a large blaster pistol. Metal clanked on metal as the form crumpled to the floor.
HRT1 advanced, continuing their methodical pace as they rounded the corner, revealing a stairwell and two more deathrunners, they fell in streams of light as colorful as their deathsticks.
"Three down, one cuffed." Dan keyed to the tactical coordination unit and the six of his guys pulling security, Lucky for the group moving up the stairwell the intel had been correct and before them sat a large, locked durasteel door. Behind it lay HRT1's objective, the local leader for the deathrunners, an angry scarred rodian by the name of Vesh. From what they'd heard, he could lead them to the manufacturing hub that had produced the poison that was destroying the soul of the locals. Dan looked the door up and down before motioning for his team to blow it open and throw stun grenades in before moving in after the charge detonated. There was a hundred percent chance that there were at least a few angry, doped up gang members leveling blasters at the door. The team moved in a practiced manner, one applying the charge while another two prepped grenades and the last preparing to enter as Dan was, weapon raised. Time seemed to slow as the charge blew the door inward and off it's hinges, flinging it across a large office room, the stun grenades were tossed and exploded, having the desired effect. Vesh dropped his weapon from his place behind his ornate desk, clutching his ears with a stunned look, his bodyguards reacting similarly as the team violently took control of the room. Shortly, they were cuffed and prepped for transport for interrogation back at Network HQ. "Three down, four cuffed." Dan keyed. HRT-1 was all smiles as they piled into a separate LE transport speeder back to base. First step had went easy enough, Dan doubted the rest of the operation would go so smoothly.
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