Private Wolf on the Hunt

[Keva]

Iskadrell was not the smartest place Keva had ever gone before. The planet was wildly isolated and filled with savage half-machine slavers, but trash was trash and it always needed to be disposed of, no matter where it was. It was just more risky than what would be considered normal. But such was life, risks were necessary.

The planet was grossly remote and the natives grossly hostile, which made it all the more easy to warrant a killing or dozen. But this was no simple vigilante killing, well. It was vigilante, but it was not mindless killing. Vigilante sabotage was a far better way to put it: Keva watched these remote regions of space in her free time, a habit from her days in the CEDF. And whilst the Iskalloni were rarely a major threat, such chances couldn’t be left for them to become one. Her mission was “simple”, a sabotaging of a landing from which craft would launch and go out on Slave Raids. Simple on paper at the very least.

Clad in the black of her Legionnaire Armor: a jump away from the standard Acolyte armor preferred, but she’d rather protection over mobility when so grossly outnumbered. With a viewfinder in hand, she scanned over the outpost from which the Craft were intended to launch: it was a harshly built thing, with various gun-holes to assail attackers, large laser cannons, and searchlights hunting in the darkness around them. The usual nonsense, nothing that a proper disciple of the Sith couldn’t breach.

But, this was not the usual. Unlike most of her vigilante missions, Keva was not alone on this world. One Subject 73 Red was hunting among the overgrowth of the world too, unbeknownst to the Sithling: for now at least. Marking her entrance point, she lowered her Viewfinder and attached it back to her belt and plotted her approach.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Keva

Red moved stealthily through the terrain towards the outpost. Iskadrell wasn't a bad planet in itself, it were it's inhabitants that were what was bad with it. They didn't like other species, and they even enslaved them. That was why Red was here, for the enslaving part, well, more like stopping that little part, or at least putting a dent in their plans.

A searchlight swept past Red, and he quickly moved out of it's way. Ever since he had left the labs, he felt a strange compulsion to helping others that needed help. Because he knew that he had the abilities to help them. So, he took up being a vigilante. He never expected any pay, praise, or fame or what he did, action and knowing that he helped someone was enough of a reward for him.

Today, it was throwing a couple of wrenches into the machinations of their slave empire.

He moved ever closer towards the outpost. His helmet's visor allowed him to scan the outpost, see it's defensive capabilities, make a blueprint of the structure of the outpost, and view how many defenders it had.

And, he could sense things through the Force. Strangely, he could sense a darker figure close by. Hmm, peculiar. This dark force was obviously attuned to the Force, as was Red.

Red had a very bad feeling about this.

 

[Keva]

In the shadows of the overgrowth Keva began the hunt, it wasn’t the first time having to do an approach like this. But annoyingly enough, she could feel another figure in the Force that was most certainly not an Iskadrelli: now it seemed she’d have to deal with another factor in getting this done smoothly.

Or she was just given good bait.

It was a smooth approach, they were a brutish sort and Keva was the finesse of a knife. Finally reaching one of the towers of the fortress, she slung out a grapple launcher: firing the wire up to the top and with a crink it locked into the Duracrete. And with that, she launched herself up.

The real mission had begun

Subject 73 Red

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Keva

Red approached the walls of the fortress. They would have been effective against normal people. But not Red. Red backed up a couple of meters, then he ran at the wall. He jumped into the wall and planted his right foot on it, then quickly his left foot in a short wall run, then, he used both feet to spring upward. He back flipped over the top of the wall and pulled into a roll. He came up on one knee. He practiced that move thousands of times back in the labs, when he was training to become a supersoldier. He looked around. The part of the wall he was on was fairly darker than the other parts, which was the reason why he had chosen this particular section. The guards were mainly on other sections, as they weren't expecting an attack. Good. And if they had any sensors, Red's suit was currently scrambling his life signs from any sensors.

He still had that feeling in the Force of another person, the one that was strong in the Force, like him. Strange, but right now, the mission came first.

 

[Keva]

Keva lacked such theatrics, she was just a woman with military training and the force at her side. A little bit of both in the hope of it working to wider affect against something that was more intense than small and petty gangsters in Hutt Space. She did a second look over the Compound, it was reasonably armed. Auto Turrets scattered about, hidden gun ports, and all the similar nonsense. She could feel some love for that Legionnaire helmet, it offered more than enough info with a glance.

Keva took the blaster rifle from her back, scanning over the surrounding area one more time. Then a shot rang out, an Iskadrell’s head left with a burning hole in his half-metallic skull. Alarms began to flare, such was the plan. They would follow the sounds where necessary, manipulate, distract. Such was the way of those more finesse focused Lords of the Sith.

And with this new figure within her senses, she had the perfect distraction.

Subject 73 Red

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Keva

Red moved through the darkness. He avoided lights in general, as shadows can give your position away. But the darkness can also be helpful. Many lifeforms see things that aren't really there in the darkness. Eventually, they get so used to it that they start to ignore it. That was an exploitable advantage.

Red rolled to the left. He planted a detonator in a hidden spot. Then, he rushed away. He did this several other times, planting the bombs all over the base, as to both destroy and to distract the enemy when Red detonated them. They would be able to either allow for an escape, or distract the enemy away from other positions. But he wouldn't detonate them yet. When the perfect time came up, he would either detonate them all at once, or one at a time, depending on different factors.

Then, suddenly, a shot rang out. Alarms rang. Red looked around. Kriff. Perfect, just perfect. Then, suddenly, an Iskalloni ran past him. The Iskalloni didn't notice him, but Red didn't leave anything to chance. Red sprang out of the shadows. Red ran a knife through the Iskalloni, shredding both cybernetic material and natural material. The Iskalloni dropped silently. Red caught the dead Iskalloni before it hit the ground, and dragged it into the darkness.

Great, this was already going great.