Cylus Jest
Servant of the Inquisition
Cylus leaned back in his seat as he eyed his compatriots, moving his finger along the map that lay in the table between them.
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"]
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"]