What a Splendid Gala

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus leaned back in his seat as he eyed his compatriots, moving his finger along the map that lay in the table between them.

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It was a little hard to see in the dimness that enveloped them, but there were few safer places to study plans of kidnap then in an abandoned bar. No place to discuss the roles that each person would play in what would be one of the more daring attempts at kidnap in a long while. After all, it wasn't everyday that one assembled a team to kidnap the Prime Minister of the Republic.

He needed to make sure everyone understood their roles in the upcoming assault. If not, the entire plan would go to ruin and there would be no true chance at survival. He leaned in once more, laying his tired head onto his hand.

"To make sure everyone understands their roles, allow me to reiterate them." The voice was tired as was the man behind it, he had been planning for a while.
"Monsieur [member="Thraxis"], Captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], and myself shall be entering the building through the North, we will be concealing our weaponry and armaments, gradually we will push towards the Senatorial Offices, quietly."

Cylus gave a low yawn as he turned to his right, his hand raising up and beckoning the air between the masked woman near him. "Madam [member="Judgement"] and Monsieur [member="Cadan Tazi"] shall be planting an explosive charge near the Eastern side of the building, preferably outside though I leave it to your discretion."

Cylus gave a nod back towards Thraxis and Flannigan. "That is when we, using the guise of panicking civillians sprint into the Senatorial Offices, we are not to engage the enemy at this point unless highly neccesary."

Finally Cylus moved his cold gaze unto the last pair of the group.
"Monsieur [member="Tiali Orazio"], I hear you are quite the sniper. At this point you will open fire on the outer portion of the South Senatorial Offices, hopefully drawing our quarry towards our waiting team of 'Panicked Civillians.' At that point, Flannigan, Thraxis, and I shall engage the Senatorial Guards and hopefully take our quarry.

Cylus gave a low nod to the last team member, an obvious bounty hunter based simply on his armor and the way he moved. "Finally, Monsieur [member="Verd Skirata"] shall swoop in using my personal Lambda shuttle, land at the area where the Eastern explosive went off."

Finally Cylus leaned backwards, a gasp of relaxation escaping through his predatory mask. "And then, we shall be home free."

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Cylus stepped into the entryway, it had not been difficult securing a few Gala passes. The event had obviously drawn a large amount of the members of the higher class, as well as what were likely to be a few aristocrats. The building had a sort of aesthetic feel for the gala which made it seem suitable more so for this than any sort of Senate meeting.

He wore no mask, his green eyes scouring the room with a look of delight falsely printed on his face. He acted like a flower, but his heart lay in treachery as he flicked the red cape attached to his back, it swirled about, coming nearly to his hips where his Zion blade lay. It was not a regular looking sword however, it had been meant to appear like a fencing sabre, a weapon of the aristocracy.

With the combined look of his cape and his black, well brushed hair along with the red dress suit he wore, he appeared to be an aristocrat by most standards and so they had allowed him entry with it. Besides, it was a decorative piece, no sane aristocrat would carry a deadly weapon into the building.

He coughed into his hand quietly as he continued watching the room. The click of the comlink invisible amongst the noise of the lively gala.
"Is everyone in position?"
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[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Songbird]

"Judgement, in position."​

The masked woman was ducking behind a pillar, avoiding being detected by guards. She was excited for this mission, and had taken the initiative, a bit. Hidden in the buildings around them, the alleys, and some among the crowd, were the Blades of Chaos; her own personal elite twenty-five. If needed, they could be summoned into battle with a simple command.​

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She glanced over at her partner, [member="Cadan Tazi"].​

"What do you think?" She muttered. "Set the bomb here, or try and get inside?"​

She was for outside, but wanted the Jackal's opinion.​

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[member="Cylus Jest"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would follow [member="Cylus Jest"], closely paying attention to his surroundings, it was an unnerving experience for him, he had never been around so many fancy people before, normally he was around thugs, the closest he ever got to this sort of situation was when he was beating aristocratic chumps who wandered too far from the safety of the police.
His trench coat would remain placid, with little wind to cause any from of motion, it was sheer luck that their was no strong winds, else his twin blasters would be revealed by the winds, so this was some comfort to him at the very least. Though he expected trouble from the guards, they paid little attention to him, assuming they just believed he was nothing more than some sort of guard for Cylus.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Dredge]

Location: Ession
Time: 1400

"You know some folks say I'm sadistic, that I'm a murderer, that I take pleasure in doing what needs to be done." Hyde said to a holo camera that was live streaming to the holonet, it was only being broadcasted on Hyde's holosite for the moment for all his supporters and people bothering to watch.

"People say I'm a monster for killing innocents, now let me ask you a question. Is a farmer a monster when he kills his diseased cattle in order to protect the herd? Is he a monster for doing what must be done to save the lives of everyone? The answer is no." Hyde said to the camera and it zoomed out to show him standing in a large grassy meadow. Flanking him were guards upon guards all wearing iron masks covering their faces, and behind them was a truly awful sight.

A row of ten Jedi younglings lined up nice and neat, behind them were more iron masked guards that held assault rifles in a relaxed position. The children all crying sobbing their little eyes out gave high pitched wails of terror as they new what was about to happen.

"In a minute I'm going to make a phone call to a very important person, and depending on how this person responds these kids will live or die today. The choice is up to them, either way my part in this is simple. Stay tuned freedom fighters."

End signal

Onderon, Iziz

On the streets of Iziz two large police hover vans moved around the city streets in a casual manner each of them carrying assault rifles and dressed in police uniforms. They were custom made and upon close inspection someone would be able to tell the difference. But at this time of night it didn't matter, people usually kept to themselves if you had a confident look that you belonged here. The vans cruised down the streets and became idle outside the gala, they blended in with the other security as they parked across the way in various alleyways. They had very strict orders not to interfere with the their fellow terror cell's operation and soon a text was shot over to @Judgment to let her acknowledge that all of her support was not going to go unrewarded.

My men are in position, twenty total with party favors. Enjoy

Inside there was a single FFS supporter was in the room, he had no weapons and was a professor here on Onderon. An old teaching friend of Hyde's and the old man was simply repaying a favor by being there. The greying old man on a cane walked along blissfully unaware that Hyde had sent him into a hornets nest.​

[member="Judgement"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali sets up his equipment on a tall building with Good sights of the 'South Senatorial Offices' He places his DC-15x sniper rife on the ledge setting it up for the mission. He takes his helmet off placing it to his side, with a quick swipe of his hair he looks down his scope readying and adjusting the scope for more accurate shots.

He connects to [member="Cylus Jest"] through his wrist com "Ready and in position."​

 

[Quinn]

Quinn would approach the side of [member="Tiali Orazio"] holding a couple bottles of beverages, opening the top of both and placing one by the side of the sniper, taking a quick swig of his own before heading over to the side. The Clawdite would be wearing a plain pale trousers with a polo under leather jacket, his skin would be lightly tanned with short brown hair. Slowly he would pull out headphones attached to a music player with a baseball and once the headphones are placed on his head, with music playing, he would begin to play ball with himself.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExVtrghW5Y4​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan followed Judgement, making his way secretly to one of the pillars and hiding behind it.

He had a Raven Gauss Rifle, equip with an Augmented Shooting Sight, the weapon hung off a leather strap, and it dangled on Cadan's back. A DL-18 Blaster Pistol was holstered to his right thigh, the word "Sunshine" could be seen scratched into the handle. On his left wrist he wore a MM9 Rocket System and a comm link, and on his right wrist was a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. For protection, he wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor. On the left breast plate of the armor, The Jackals insignia was painted onto it. The last piece and most interesting thing that Cadan wore was an old trench coat. This coat was once a beautiful piece of fabric, but now it was stained, bloodied, shot up and charred.

Cadan open up a comm to Cylus. "Cadan in position boss man."

He leaned over, nodding his head, barely speaking above a whisper. His voice was also somewhat muffled by his helmet. "Boss man said outside, so outside?" He subconsciously pulled a cigar from his top pocket and smacked it against his helmets mouth piece. "Damn." The words was only just audible. "Bloody helmet."

[member="Judgement"] [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Ready when you are." he'd state the voice a machine, a soft, rhythmic clattering. "My men are in position." The expansion and dexpatiation of the chest cavity would groan with a light 'squeak'. The pistons moving forward sending intricate components moving and tightening until reaching the hand unhinging the clamped fist.

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[Placeholder 018]

It was a simple message. No marked sender, nor a point of origin. The sender was listed a mess of jumbled numbers that meant absolutely nothing.

It went to [member="Cylus Jest"].

Cylus, let me be clear. If any harm comes to the Prime Minister, the same harm will come to you tenfold.

The actions you take now are detrimental to the cause. Childish. Supportive of the idiots defaming our movement with ignorance and violence.

Think about your actions and the mongrels you surround yourself with. If you make the wrong choice, there is the very real chance your career and your assets will be liquidated. Your life as well, all things depending.

Think.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd Skirata wasn't a big fan of the Lambada shuttle that he would be flying. The craft might have been a decent craft, but the maneuvering abilities of the craft were more sluggish than he was used to. Of course that didn't mean he couldn't still expertly pilot the craft.He would just have to adjust his piloting skills to the needs of the vessel by allowing for slightly more exaggerated turns and slower maneuvers. He was settling into the ship's cockpit and checking the systems and making sure they were in the green. once he had done the preflight checks, and adjusted the maneuvering thrusters, slightly improving the craft's agility, he turned to the main engines and was able to boost the output by 5%. It wasn't much, but he didn't want to risk damaging anything on the shuttle. Answering the query "Skirata in position, the bird is ready to take off."
[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Eun]

Ession​

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Kate's crew had signed on to the movement in order to protect the galaxy from murderous Sith. The luckless ensemble stood behind her, a ragtag band of wayward souls. Blind men trying to find a light. She was a little blind too. Or at least she felt like it now, standing there in Mandalorian armor that might as well have been stolen, a Levantine stun blaster on one hip and a Vor'cha stick on the other. She held her helmet in one hand, the black and gold dull with use. Didn't seem much of a point to cleaning it.

Letting out a short nasal sigh, Shorn ran fingers through long raven hair streaked with errant shades of russet. Any smirk on her thin, sharp features had been wiped away at the sight of the Jedi younglings lined up in a row. She'd been told they'd been supposed to watch the hostages. They hadn't been told who. She could stomach some things, but killing a bunch of kids?

"Kriff this," she muttered and turned to her crew. There were only three she'd brought. The others were from a different group. All were here to support the Society, or at least that was the original intention. They'd been paid well. The cause was good, or so she'd thought. Time to find out what these people were really about.

"Follow me." She stormed through a door.

"Where we goin?" Asked a crew member.

"To find Mr. [member="Hyde"] and ask him a few questions."

 

[Nina Svetlova]

As long as you're happy. That was her motto. People could do whatever. [member="Katya Shorn"] wasn’t the brightest person in the galaxy, joining on with the Forceless Future Society. Not that they knew, or even Nina knew that she was a force user. Then again there was plenty of idiots in the galaxy.

Nina Svetlova followed behind Katya. She was part of her crew…. kinda. Truth was Nina had her own ship and crew but had signed on with the other woman in a sort of mutual arrangement. Strange? Perhaps. They were both after all pirates and any fleeting alliance was likely to end in blood. But whose? “What questions we gunna ask? We knew the job we signed on for.”

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali Sits up from his position grabbing the drink Quinn placed out for him. He takes a couple of gulps "Thanks." With a deep sigh "I think we'll be waiting a while."

He looks over to the offices keeping an open ear for orders.

[member="Quinn"]

 

[Quinn]

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Quinn would stop his fun, taking a moment for the world around him to sink in before looking towards his close friend [member="Tiali Orazio"] and within a moment, his right eye twitches and the sound of a 'thud' would be heard. He took his glove off, and put the ball in the glove, before throwing them to his side.

"You're fucking right."

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