A Smuggler's Wake

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Alen » 2013-05-18 03:36

Alen was admittedly surprised that the plan worked, and that they all made it out more or less alright. He had left Cami in one of the passenger cabins, where she was rather securely restrained. From there, Alen went for the cockpit, where he took one of the two extra seats in the back. The pilot was a duro, and the copilot a human, and from what he could tell by first impressions, they seemed professional enough. Adding in a R3 unit just made it ISIS.

They had a pair of blue fuzzy dice hanging along the Transparisteel, and a few other lucky charms. The human had a habit of making a few rather raucous noises, seemed to be dressed in a style that went out at least twenty years before, and the Duro seemed to be a hobo, and had a rather harsh smell. That, and their occasional jokes (in rather poor taste one might add) in bocce seemed to complete the effect. They were clearly some of the finest freighter pilots ISIS had.

The man made a clicking sound, before pointing out, "I'm detecting a Tartan class ahead of us. It's...."

"Not local, and not one of ours." the Duro replied, all too matter of fact.

"Can you outrun it?" Alen asked.

"We should be able to." the man replied, before throwing in another click.

"Or we could try attacking it." the Duro said, offering up his rather suicidal opinion. Standard specs put a Tartan at a slightly higher relative speed than what the stock model of a YT-1930, but he had a feeling that this freighter was rather above spec. Either way, the firepower on one of those could easily rip apart a freighter of this size.

The small R3 unit started whistling in a rather aggravating high pitch.

"I know, I know." the man said. "I'm detecting a corellian corvette coming in from the side. It'd trying to acquire a targeting solution."

"What about the planetary defense fleet?" Alen asked.

"I'm seeing one system patrol craft, and that bucket of bolts can't catch up with this here baby."

Still, when things rained, they poured.

"I'm detecting three inbound fighters. They appear to be modified TIE Interceptor mk IIIs." the man said, now sounding much more serious.

"mk IIIs? How did they get that piece of kit" the Duro asked inquisitively.

"That confirms them as being Commissariat. Well, either that, or that you aren't who you say you are." the human said, first invoking the word commissariat. Alen had heard rumors, but wasn't sure what to say, or what else for that matter.'

"We can't outrun them. Battlestations." the Duro said. Fortunately, the gunners were already provided, but he wasn't sure if the freighter could hold them off, and he had a feeling that they'd find out soon enough. Hopefully they could make it.

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Attack of Pink Five!

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-22 23:50

To Diri's surprise, it took a lot less time for the Megaera to arrive than she had thought it ought to as the bright pink vessel could be seen landing at the spaceport just as Diri approached it. Frowning, she couldn't help but wonder if Geoff was tracking her spending habits again. The truth would actually be a lot simpler than that as she would later discover, Squeaks, not having heard from her since she had first set foot off the vessel to hunt down Dojo in the canteen, decided to contact the skilled slicer in hopes of tracking her down. The fact he didn't bother mentioning it only made Diri realize just how out of it she was after the lengthy series of events. I guess he can keep a secret... Tch, he's not going to let me live this one down for not picking up on it, Diri thought a tad glumly.

Just as she reached the spaceport, she felt the familiar sensation of something wishing she would stop moving and wait up a moment. Turning, she was somewhat surprised to see an officer dressed up in a Fed uniform, a pair of the black armour clad stormtroopers right behind him. Diri, hardly in the mood to want to associate further with the Feds, asked sourly, "What do you want?"

"By order of the Federation," he began, pulling out a datapad and handing it to her, "We're commandeering your vessel."

Diri didn't accept the datapad and only glanced at it casually, her eyes narrowing into thin slits that expressed her opinion that they'd be taking her ship over her dead body. "Cute," she began in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "But I'd sooner date a Hutt than risk further exposure to whatever the hell you lot are after."

"Would it help if I explained things?" the officer began, withdrawing the datapad and glancing past her for just a moment. Several more guards approached, spaceport security, and looked ready to tell the lot that the spaceport was closed after the recent fighting and wouldn't reopen until further notice. "You might also find it difficult to leave here for quite some time..."

Glancing at the guards, then at the officer and then back outside as she debated her next course of action, Diri make a clicking sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth, seeing she had little option in the matter. "Fine, but I want a full explanation." The officer wasted no time flashing his creditentals to the guards to let them pass, though the two armed stormtroopers probably helped convince them that they weren't to be trifled with.

"And that you shall have, but we must hurry before those Rebel infiltrators make off with the girl."

There were two as Diri recalled and though she strongly suspected she already knew, it couldn't hurt to ask. "Which one?"

"Juni." Seeing her glance over, the officer began to explain. "The second phase of the operation was actually just a bait campaign to try and lure out the New Republic. They've showed a great deal of interest in her, and we're unable to establish why so we were aiming to bait them. We couldn't tell you about this at the time out of fear that you might slip up and ruin the ambush." It was probably a very true statement so far as Diri could tell but it didn't make her any less suspicious. As though sensing her doubts, the officer went on. "Guess it was a moot point in the end as they managed to get away in the end and all we managed to achieve was spark confusion in the process." His tone picked up as though there still remained a bright side to all this. "But we still have a chance to get them, they're getting slowed by the local air and space force and should be easy pickings for someone like yourself."

Though Diri was more used to hearing such lines with a few more flattering adjectives tossed in, she just as easily dismissed it as the officer being too professional to try and purposely appeal to her vanity, especially given all that was happening. Before she could get a word in edge wise, the officer got to the real meat of the subject.

"Allow us to come aboard your ship to help apprehend these spies and we'll pay you seventy-thousand credits."

Feeling her mouth drop open, Diri smoothly recovered from the offer spoken, saying, "Then what are we waiting for?" Picking up her pace, she quickly got out onto the spaceport landing pad where her bright pink vessel was idling, a familiar R3 astromech waiting at the base of the ramp. Hurrying towards it, the droid was in mid turn as though to try and deflect the inevitable hug and smooch that usually followed whenever they were separated for a span longer than an hour. To the droid's completely uncalculated surprise, Diri rushed past it, waving for it and the Federation soldiers to follow, saying, "C'mon, they're probably halfway to the jump point by now!"

Squeaks let out a few measured chirps, turning its domed head to look at the armoured soldiers and officer climbing aboard the ramp after her. Lowering its body an inch closer to the ground before rising up again in the closest approximation to a shrug it could give, it wheeled itself back up the boarding ramp, barely inside when it was already starting to close itself shut. It barked a few choice notes, calculating the amount of credits Diri was offered to so carelessly ignore it. Sadly, there were far too many variables at play to draw even a 5% confidant estimate so it settled on a value greater than one as it wheeled its way into the cockpit where Diri was already working the controls swiftly, the vessel gently lifting off before rocketing up through the sky to the outer reaches of the atmosphere. Looking at Diri once again, the droid beeped once more as she sat in the plush pilot's seat.

Glancing over at the droid, Diri beamed a smile as though registering his presence for the first time. "Squeaks! How have you been sug?" It twiddled a few notes in response as though to say same-old. As usual, Diri applied her own butchered translation to the binary spoken and glanced down at her swimsuit, so intent to catch up with her bounty that she ignored changing- though there were times she had worn even less during their long jaunts through space. "You like it? I only regret not being able to actually go swimming in it, but there's always next time right?"

A low, mournful note escaped just as the Fed officer emerged from behind, helping himself to the co-pilot's chair which, for some strange reason, Diri never bothered removing. His eyes glossed over the sensor readouts. Squeaks could already see that the ship they were chasing was being engaged by the local system defense forces though the strange TIE Interceptors- the new ones recently adopted by the NIF space force- made Squeaks recalculate the probability that they did belong to the local system defense forces.

"A nineteen-thirty?" Diri laughed, "Talk about an ugly ship." She glanced over at the officer whom she could tell was harbouring thoughts that the Megaera wasn't one to boast about either. "You ask your girlfriend and tell me she doesn't secretly want a pink ship."

"I would if I had one," he replied dryly, turning his attention back to the sensor reads. Looking back at the two stormtroopers who were really just standing by, weapons still uncomfortably raised, snapped at them, "Go man the gunwells! Go!" The soldiers marched off and Diri frowned for a moment. She didn't really need them mucking around in the turrets but then again, they were highly trained soldiers so she was willing to give them the benefit of a doubt that they might perform better than her and Squeaks. If nothing else, it at least meant she couldn't be blamed if their query got away. "Don't you carry any missiles on this thing?" he asked suddenly, wondering why the weapons controls console was so devoid of buttons and fancy switches.

"Those aren't legal for civies like me Sug," Diri responded cheerfully, amused that someone like him would forget that.

He looked at her with a look that matched his dry tone. "You mean you actually follow the law?"

"When it suits me." With so many Fed spaceports sporting high powered scanners and seeing the fines that were usually levied on those who tried to carry concussion missiles around, Diri wasn't willing to spend the first three hours of each landing having to woo her way out of another ticket or jail time. Plus, missiles were really better suited for hitting hard targets like warships or freighters. She wasn't a pirate by any stretch, preferring a different approach to taking someone elses' usually ill gotten goods. "This isn't a warship after all, just my home."

"It'll have to do then," he sighed, knowing he was powerless to tack on a turbolaser or ion cannon to the chassis right now. Truth be told, he'd probably prefer to have a Star Destroyer and it's wing of TIEs pouring out right now, but that wasn't an option either. "Just get us in range and keep us there."

Diri smirked and Squeaks let out a low moan. "You got it!" The TIEs were doing an admirable job at keeping the YT-1930 busy, unable to reach its exit vector as the nimble starfighters constantly worked at herding it back towards the planet it had just left, their powerful laser cannons a pretty good reason to not try and weather the storm. Worse yet, the TIEs were better shielded than Diri would have ever imagined as her sensors indicated that, despite the flurry of shots they were struck with by the freighter's guns, they were holding together surprisingly well. Truth be told, it all seemed a little lopsided, but Diri wasn't about to shy away from a lucrative payday such as this one that was up for grabs!
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Alen » 2013-05-23 04:39

About the Calypso....

The TIE Interceptor mk IIIs were powerful, and the only thing that he estimated could outrun the Capypso, a heavily modified YT-1930 operated by ISIS. Alen was busy with the sensor display, trying to use his technical knowledge to try to derive some advantae for the targeting computers for the pair of automated double heavy laser cannons, which were the bulk of the firepower on this particular freighter.

Beep, Beep, Whistle, Chrip, Beep, Chirp, Whistle, Chirp, Beep..... The R3 unit went on. The sad thing was that Alen had been around droids enough to comprehend some of that.

"I know, I know." the human man said, in a rough drawl.

"Prepare to attack the fighters. Agent, the one on the left, see if you can get it nice and lit up." the Duro said, sounding rather stoic.

"Got it." Alen said, as he started painting it with the active sensors. Still, what came next wasn't something that he was by any means prepared for. He was almost thrown from his seat when the freighter performed a violent roll, and pulled up facing the fighter, a maneuver that he was sure no stock YT-1930 could have hoped to perform. From around the cockpit, seemed to turn as bright as a star for a few moments, almost blinding him, followed by a clang as parts of that fighter hit the freighter.

As his vision returned, he could see that fighter was clearly gone, and glancing to the sides, he could see a pair of autoblasters, one on each side of the cockpit, installed along the forward mandibles of the freighter. The Heavy Laser cannons, mounted on both the top and bottom of the freighter had moved on to the next fighter, which was caught off guard by the sudden movements of the much more heavily armed freighter than they expected. The Third Fighter, meanwhile had pulled off sooner than expected, leaving the freighter momentarily unharrassed as the fighters were probably considering their options as to how to best harrass the freighter, and keep it from escaping, without risking suicide by coming too close.

The R3 went on again. "A YT-2400 is moving toward us on an intercept course." the duro interpreted. Alen started painting it with the active sensors.

"It's pink?" the human man said, as he tried to get a better look at it. At this far, Alen wasn't sure if anyone could make out that kind of color, but....

"It appears to be powering up its weapons." Alen said, glancing at the sensors, for his first bit of info from it. He reactivated the holonet connection, and began trying to piece together which ship it was from the transponder code record at BoSS. He soon glanced through the file. "It's the Megaera, owned by..." Alen said, though stopping speaking when he saw the image on file for the owner. "....A Diri Tiberia. It's listed as having been modified by adding a second double laser cannon to the base model."

"You can't trust those types of records. It's probably a Commissariat ship, and they are hiding capabilities."

"The owner, she was the Zeltron with Juni. She fired upon us when we were trying to get her out of there."

"Who's Juni?" the Duro asked.

"It's the agent girl who went missing." the human man replied.

"It doesn't make any sense. Why would they list a freighter to someone like that?"

"It seems the Zeltron worked for ISIS in the past." Alen said, having managed to draw up her ISIS file. "The file seems legit." Alen made a quick report back to ISIS about some recent developments.

"So she's a Commissariat plant?" The Duro asked.

"That's beyond our pay grade. Are you detecting anything else about it from here?" the human man asked. From the way he said it, Alen knew he had something on his mind.

"The scan hasn't revealed anything out of order with the ship's file. If I had to guess from the ISIS file, that freighter probably matches the BoSS file fairly well, but who knows for sure." Alen replied.

"Alright, Cad, we're attacking that freighter. Once we get past it, we'll have a straight line towards a nice exit vector." the human man said, revealing the Duro's name.

"Aggressive, I like it." the Duro said, as he turned the Calypso straight for the incoming YT-2400. Alen could feel the turn as it happened.

"Shields strength nominal." Alen reported. They had taken some shield damage from the fighters, but since they took some less aggressive tactics with harassing, the shield strength was almost recovered.

"Cut power to non-essential functions, and shift it to the drive." the human man said, giving a command to the R3 unit, which protested with a series of beeps and whistles.

"Just do it, okay?" the man replied, with a threatening tone in his voice. The droid let out a defiant chirp, and got to work.

Slowly, the freighter grew beyond a small dot in the distance. Alen could see it, clearly pink as the human man had said. The Calypso was a much larger freighter than the Megara, and with a cargo capacity of almost 3 times that of a stock YT-2400, all the while having hair more engine power proportionally than the newer freighter. Between a probably hefty ISIS budget and removing much of that cargo space, the Calypso was capable of going much faster than the 96 MGLT that a stock YT-1930 was capable (1 more than the 95 MGLT of the Megara!) Who knew what surprises awaited them, as the automated double heavy laser turrets opened fire on the YT-2400.

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2013-05-23 13:25

"Ship's status?" The voice of the Blood Angel's captain, Adrian Hunter, boomed across the bridge, in a manner befitting of its owner. The combat-scarred veteran of nearly twenty engagements and his crew were hot on the trail of two Commissariat corvettes they had been tracking for several days. For a secretive organization, they weren't exactly subtle, and the crew of the Angel picked up their tracks in the Silken Asteroids. SPECWARCOM teams and solo operators had traced a series of mysterious disappearances along the outer edges of the Rimma Trade Route back to the field, and stumbled onto a small Commissariat operation in the remains of an old Rebel base. After dropping a beacon for later investigation, the Angel started tracking a pair of corvettes heading outbound, on the assumption that they were heading towards another base.

"Still tracking, sir; the homers' last hypercomm signals were from here." A galactic holomap appeared, projected from the console in the rear of the bridge. A spinning ring appeared around a small planet in the Inner Rim; next to it was its name, Copabanana. "Small pleasure world, apparently a hit with Zeltronians. No evidence of Commissariat activity," said Hunter's second in command, Commander Liara Cyn. Compared to the gruff captain, his XO was lithe and cut a striking figure, even in the Imperial duty uniform she currently wore. It was hard for many to believe that behind the delicate Twi'leki features lay one of the Federation's finest tactical minds, and the two made an excellent team. Hunter had snatched her out of the Academy only a couple years before, and together the two had worked their way into command of the newest special operations craft to fly out of a shipyard. "Our ISIS contacts have no idea what they would be heading there for." Only a grunt acknowledged her words, as the Captain stared at the holomap.

"Nav?" The lieutenant commander in charge of navigation tapped at the datapad he was carrying, confirming some numbers before responding. Hunter demanded perfection, and he often got it. The man's rarely-seen temper was legendary, but he was known to be a fair commander.

"Termination of hyperspace in ninety seconds, sir. We'll be coming out here." The map zoomed in on the system and a second ring appeared. Nodding, the captain turned back to face the rest of the bridge. He took a deep breath, and spoke to his XO.

"Sound general quarters. We don't know what we'll be facing there, and I want to be ready. Get our fighters ready to launch in case we need them." At those words, the bridge launched into a flurry of activity as everyone prepared. Throughout the ship, the 1MC clicked on, over which CMDR Cyn's voice could be heard.

"General Quarters. All hands to battle stations. This is not a drill. Repeat, General Quarters." All over the ship, crewmen rushed to get ready for the reversion to realspace. Stealth protocols were enacted, as the Angel's major strength was lying in wait for the optimal time to strike. Her gunners stood to, readying their weapons, and the fighter pilots crewing her two squadrons of Mark III TIE Interceptors were running through their preflight checklists. Soon enough, all was ready. On the bridge, the captain and his XO stood looking out the viewscreen as the NAV officer called out the final time.

"Reversion in five! Four! Three! Two! One! Transition!" The starlines shrunk to pinpricks as the Angel re-entered the galaxy on the other side of the planet from where the homing beacons placed the Commissariat ships. "Reversion successful, captain. All systems read green."

"Stealth systems engaged. We're running dark," added the acting operations officer, standing in for HCOL Lyric Dettun, who had been recalled to Third Fleet for a meeting with the Army brass.

"Very good, everyone. Bring us around the planet; helm, take us up to the dark-line limit. Air Boss, stand by to launch." The Marauder Mk.3-class corvette swiftly moved off its exit point, following the planet's equator. As they cleared the sensor shadow caused by the planet's mass, a surprising sight began to appear on the tactical display. The two Commissariat corvettes seemed to be in combat with two other unidentified vessels. A fourth ship could be seen rising from the planet's surface, and looked to be positioning on an intercept vector for the Commissariat's target. The single YT-1930 was putting up a fine effort, but the twenty cannons on the Tartan-class could punch through its shields in a few minutes of sustained fire, not to mention the heavier guns on the Corellian corvette. At the sight of the two beginning their attack, Hunter belted out a string of new orders.

"Helm, get us in range; we're going bright. Launch all fighters. I want boarding parties assaulting that Tartan-class. PWO, target the corvette. Let's go, people!"
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-23 23:42

Diri flinched a little as the opening salvo from the YT-1930 slammed against her shields. They held, but not at a level she would have liked. "Huh, seems they're better equipped than I imagined." Squeaks beeped a couple times, the translator on the screen in front of her indicating that it believed the vessel in question is equipped with powerful sensor masks and dummy systems to hide what was amounting to a superior level of performance.

"The sensors are lying," the officer next to her piped in, "There's no way an older model ship can outperform a newer one like this!"

Buoyed by the comment, Diri redoubled her efforts, putting her ship through an array of maneuvers that would have put a TIE to shame, or so she would like to believe as she spun the vessel around, evading the laser fire that was tracking her with military grade precision but still only just off the mark, enough to keep her shields from whining their displeasure further. The heavy lasers of her ship opened up, raking against the shields of the other vessel which glowed a very bright and ominous blue. Diri caught it out of the corner of her eye as she peeled away to dodge another volley of shots. "Jeez, you'd think I was attacking a corvette."

As though her sensors, and Squeaks for that matter, were actors in a play responding to their cue, both alerted her to the presence of another ship as well as additional fighters that had seemingly spawned from out of no where. Bright lances of high energy fire from this new arrival started assaulting the two system corvettes while the fighters started to engage the defense TIEs that were now scattering about, their efforts between stopping the corvette and surviving long enough to accomplish their objective now divided. "Well ain't that just peachy," she mumbled, bringing her ship in for another pass, guns blazing. She needed to get in front of it as it had an almost clear run to the outer edge of the planetoid's gravity well.

"Great, the Blood Angel," the officer cursed as though it were some dread ship that plagued the Mid-Rim, plundering and pillaging at will numerous hapless convoys and cargo vessels, forcing captives to walk the airlock. He looked at Diri and said quickly, "Ignore that ship and focus on the target! The Blood Angel won't be able to catch up with us."

The fact that the vessel was a capital ship also helped convince Diri to not hang around since freighters were typically easier targets for the usually lumbering turbolasers of capital ships than starfighters were. Plus, there was little she could actually do against such a vessel if it came down to fighting it. "Don't have to tell me twice."

More laser fire struck her shields, the turrets on the fleeing ship finding their aim now that she was forced to fly a straight route again to try and close the distance. Shifting the shields to full front, she hoped they'd have the strength to get her close enough to... do something, her plan hadn't yet reached that far forward yet.
"Squeaks, dump all non-essential power to the engines." The droid complied and the vessel received a sudden boost of speed but it still wasn't enough. "Frack, probably shouldn't have picked up that shipment of spice before going after Dojo," she muttered under her breath. The guns stopped firing abruptly and Diri glanced down at Squeaks as though he had shifted power from the guns to the engines, but there was no boost of speed.

More shots struck against her shields, finally taxing them to the breaking point as the last heavy laser bolts struck against the saucer shaped hull to her left. Diri winced, already dreading the cost she'd be spending for a repair and coat of touch up paint. Do they have any idea how expensive paint is!?! Then, with their parting gift delivered, the other vessel began accelerating faster than she could begin to go without engaging her hyperdrive and like that, the YT-1930 was out of reach and Diri felt everything drain out of her as she slumped in her chair.

Defeat was such a disgusting feeling. There were times she could find some measure of joy in being beaten, but not today as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She paused mid stroke, sensing something horribly, horribly wrong. Slowly, she looked over at the officer sitting next to her. He looked surprisingly satisfied and the relieved air about him seemed strange, as though he wanted the other ship to get away. Before she could ask, however, her ship shook once, alerting her that the enemy fighters had run out of TIEs to shoot at and were now shooting her. It only then occurred to her after one of the starfighters buzzed past her cockpit that they were also TIEs, of slightly different design but a TIE was a TIE no matter where one looked and it all universally meant Empire, or in this case, Federation.

"Why the hell aren't we shooting back?" she wondered aloud, noting a distinct lack of red lasers spray space around her as the menace closed in. She was about to start pulling some maneuvers when she felt the distinct sensation of having a blaster pointed at her back. The calm professionalism from the Stormtroopers behind her gave her the answer why. Hanging her head, Diri finally started to piece things together.

"Bravo Miss Tiberia," the officer began, "You sure put on a fine show. Now if you'll be so kind as to plot us a course out of this system, that'll be worth four grand."

"They aren't really pirates, are they?" she asked as another TIE swooped in, it's lasers strafing against the topside of her precious vessel, causing the whole thing to shudder a little under the impact of the shots.

"I hardly think that makes a difference, do you?" he countered, "All that matters is our safety at this point and you providing us with the means to ensure that." As though to emphasize the point, the distinctive click of the safeties being disengaged from the blasters behind her helped remind her that she was literally under the gun, be it by the Stormies behind her, or the lasers from the fighters around her.

"Plot us a quick jump out of here Sug," Diri said to Squeaks who moved over to the nav console behind her. Beeping a reply, it started running the coordinates through the computer. "You wanted that freighter to escape, didn't you?" she asked as she worked on evading the TIEs as best she could, "Why else would you offer such a ridiculous amount if you never intended for me to help you capture them."

"You're a lot brighter than your file seems to indicate."

That got a dry smile from Diri who didn't bother breaking her eyes from the space around them. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

"No doubt."

The ship shook once again and Diri could instinctively tell that the TIE that shot her had found something really nasty to target. Sure enough, she could tell the vessel was slowing down, the pitch of the humming from the engines sounding a lot more strained than usual. Biting her lower lip, she said as though casually commenting on the weather, "Well there go the engines." With her speed reduced and shields down, it was only a matter of time before the swarm of TIEs would overwhelm her ship. Another flurry of shots ensured that not even Squeaks could jury-rig something back into working order for propulsion.

"Then I guess this is where we part company," the officer sighed before looking back at his soldiers. Before he could give the order, Diri reached down in her chair and withdrew a blaster pistol. The first bolt was fired by one of the two stromtroopers, the other was caught in a pulse of highly charged electrical energy courtasy of Squeaks. The bolt fired struck the back of Diri's plush chair but failed to penetrate the thick plate of durasteel embedded to protect her from such things. Pointing her blaster behind her, she fired twice, the first bolt catching the soldier in the chest and the second missing his head by a couple inches but the first shot did its job as he fell backwards. Before the officer could draw his own gun, Diri swiftly turned her blaster to him, determined to make the most of this situation before dying.

"Call them off," she hissed venomously at the man. "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be sure there won't be a third time." He stared back at her with cool, confidant eyes. The ship shook again from another volley as though the TIEs weren't interested in capturing the vessel at all. "Now!" Diri demanded, her trigger finger tightening.

He glanced over at the comms, slowly nodding to himself. Diri could already sense he had other plans and sure enough, his hand began to move quickly towards the blaster at his hip. Diri fired another shot, the bolt striking the side of his head and causing the opposite end to explode in a shower of red mist and fleshy chunks that splattered against the controls. "Fracking bastard," she muttered before turning to Squeaks and, as though forgetting about the sudden betrayal, said, "Quick Sug, get me an open channel!" The droid complied hastily and beeped a confirmation when the channel was open. "This is Diri Tiberia of the Megaera to the Federation ships attacking me! If you can find it in your hearts to not blow me up, I've got some information about your missing agent Juni!" Maybe the Feds wouldn't be too appreciative of her using the agent's name over an open channel like that, but given how both their lives hung in the balance, albeit at different locations, Diri was pretty sure Juni wouldn't mind.

Glancing at the downed Stormtrooper whom Squeaks was keeping under the business end of his little shock prod, Diri got up, thinking that perhaps she could convince the little soldier to see the mutual benefit of helping convince his fellows to accept her plea for mercy. Kneeling down, she removed the black helmet, after Squeaks gave another judicious application of electricity, and suddenly recoiled in revulsion, the helmet dropping from her hand and rolling a few feet on the floor. What in the Golden Rule is that?
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2013-05-23 23:52

"Ma'am, the Blood Angel arrived to provide support to the operatives."

The report was hardly necessary as the holo was updating itself in real time, several sensor buoys and planetary scanners showing the developing battle near the edge of the world's gravity well. Crystala nodded to herself as she looked at the detailed specifications of the ship. "Why is the freelancer's ship bothering to engage the enemy vessel?" she asked with a disproving frown. Mercs weren't typically known to take potshots if they had a clear run to the system's edge.

The agent on the other end sounded puzzled as though some part of the intel hadn't reached the Director. "The group is aboard the YT-1930, not the YT-2400, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about..."

"It's not ours is it..." It came out as an observation than a statement. Putting a hand to her face, Crystala was starting to wonder just how many resources the Commissariat were throwing towards this one agent. They knew something she didn't, and that alone was troubling enough for her to contemplate contacting the one man who gave the express order to ensure the one agent's safety.

"There's more actually," Agent V added on the other end of the comm, "It would seem the Commissariat also employed the freelancer to help retrieve the ship, or at the very least, convinced Miss Tiberia to come aboard her vessel." That was troubling too, but it was easily filed into the same category as everything else was falling into. So far, little the group was doing seemed to be making much sense, but the obvious pieces were easily identified as was their objective. It was the end goal that still eluded them and perhaps it was, as Agent V mentioned earlier, nothing but mind games, but then this was a mind game that went well and beyond her.

The two agents remained silent as they watched their respective holos of the scene. The battle came to its fateful conclusion, the YT-1930, spurred on by the attacking YT-2400, redoubled its efforts to escape and made good its clear route as it made the jump to light speed, out of the reach of everyone now. This was perhaps unsurprising given all that had been revealed so far, and now Crystala could only hope the freelancer wouldn't be forced to flee the system. Thankfully, the Captain in command of the Blood Angel was swift to order the dispatched TIEs to engage the freighter with orders to disable it, the ISIS liaison aboard determined to interrogate the mercenary aboard and demand answers as to why she would knowingly and willingly attack Federation agents. The answer would ultimately prove disappointing to everyone but by then, everyone's eyes would move elsewhere.

"The Blood Angel is finishing moping up the hostile vessels," Agent V observed dispassionately, "The System Defense ships are also entering weapons range but showing no signs of outright hostility to the Blood Angel, save for fully charged weapons." There was a brief pause before he put in, "I'll brief the sector defense commander to everything he needs to know." Which was a vague way of saying that he would order the Commander to order his vessels to stand down or face severe repercussions, especially as the main war fleets of the NIF were in dire need of replacement ships, no matter how dated they were.

"Thank-you." She closed the comm, not bothering to add the detail of keeping her posted since it was a given by now. Reactivating the comm, Crystala said to the operator on the other end, "Get me the Supreme Commander, maximum encryption."

It took a brief moment as the connection was patched and encoded to a point that would take anyone years to decrypt. Moments later, the connection established, Crystala said, skipping the pleasantries, "Erring on the side of Director Grant already briefing you on the ongoing development, it would seem the Commissariat has taken a very keen interest in Juni as they're throwing more at apprehending her than I would have." She paused to let Master Wesiri shift his focus away from whatever else might have held his attention before asking, "Why do you suppose they're so interested in her?" That was the real bulk of the matter, and one Crystala was going to need answered before she started devoting ships, kill-teams and even getting the army involved in the rapidly devolving mess this was becoming.

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Post by jacenwesiri » 2013-05-24 02:33

"Juni?" Jacen asked rather inquisitively, in what would probably come across as a rather reflexive responsive, had Crystala not known Jacen well enough to see through such a thing.

Crystala frowned at that, a micro-expression really, but more than enough for Jacen to pick up on. "So this Juni is one of your agents. You want to know why someone would be interested in her? And you think I know the answer to that?" Jacen added, doing little more than repeating Crystala's question, though somehow coming across as something much more than that.

"If someone really is interested in her, they probably aren't really interested in her, but rather in Project Delanth." Jacen said, now sounding surprisingly open, before dropping that routine. "Project Delanth is classified for a reason, and I doubt anything of importance could be drawn out of her regarding it, if that were the intent."

"Project Delanth?" Crystala asked, as though expecting an answer.

"Project Delanth was a black project that was officially closed several months ago. If the Commissariat really wanted to know about it, I'm sure they would have taken a different approach with it, as a certain agent of S-4 was discovered to have been involved with it. I have that agent, and would be more than willing to provide you with S-4, but...." Jacen said, explaining just enough details, but at the cost of an expected favor in return. "I don't want you to interfere unnecessarily with his research, but perhaps that is unavoidable at this point."

Crystala hesitated. Part of her knew he wouldn't make a deal unless Jacen would have wanted some control over how Crystala would be reacting to something. She had her suspicions in the past, and somehow this came much the same. "You looked at me like that on the Cerberus. My memory might not be perfect, but I don't hold grudges over things like that. The Science Branch is performing a lot of research by some measures, much of that is very useful and much would probably be buried to never see the light of day again if certain people were to gain hold of it. For the moment, I don't care about the latter so much, but the former seems tantalizing. Of course, as you probably imagined, the Commissariat can be, and probably is, everywhere. Their leaders used the reunification of the Empire as an opportunity, and in the course of shuffling individuals about into combined services, the Commissariat became embedded. The events at places like Sarapin were, shall we say, marvelous distractions. That accursed Bothan, Jen'Vey, do you suppose he was a cat's paw?" Jacen seemed to give off that feeling that was ever present around him, that he knew far more than he was giving off.

"What do you mean?" Crystala asked, hoping to pierce the darkness.

"You wanted S-4? I won't tell you who or where he is exactly, but it would be better that way. Yes, I want you to handle this personally. Go to the Moonrider. There is a nameless project hidden near service corridor A443. You won't find it on the official blue prints, for various reasons. You will know which one when you get there. There, you will be able to find what you will need to find to discover who S-4 is, and bring me a copy of any research data you find along the way. Like many others in the Commissarriat, S-4 periodically changes his identity, meaning that once you make your first move, it will only be a matter of time before he will disappear again. My guess is that you will have only a few hours."

"Of course, if the Commissariat was going after Juni because she was one of your agents. Given that you are handling the matter, was it personal this time? Who knows how they may respond, if this is any indication of things. Are you prepared to take that risk?" Jacen said, ending the rather soul searching question with silence. This time, he didn't break up the silence, letting the memory of those words resonate within Crystala's head.
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Post by Alen » 2013-05-24 06:04

Alen couldn't help but feel relieved after having passed the freighter, and now being home free. That relief soon evaporated when he heard over the comms something that perhaps confirmed his suspicions . Still, it seemed that the Zeltron had decided to push things a few steps further, now resorting to blackmail or so he thought. Alen shook his head, and figured he'd leave that in the hands of the others in system.

Alen chattered with the Pilot and the Co-Pilot as they brought the ship out of the gravity well, into position for an exit vector that the droid and the nav computer had computed. Within a few minutes, the Calypso was in an uninhabited planet about a dozen light years away, where they soon made another jump towards their actual rendezvous point. The set of jumps took only a few minutes, and they soon found themselves in front of the mighty form of the Observer.

"Observer, this is the Calypso, requesting docking clearance." Alen said, over the comms.

"Permission granted. Follow the vector provided by flight control. Welcome Home Calypso." Came the response.

"Boo yeah." the human male shouted.

"It's great to be back. Even if they normally won't let us come close to it." Cad, the Duro exclaimed in a celebratory note. Alen had to admit that he agreed with that sentiment.

"I wonder why?" the human male joked.

"It's not my fault." Cad replied, sounding rather pathetic in the attempt.

The human man slapped him on the back, before adding. "The first round is on me."

A few minutes later aboard the Observer....

While the rest of the ISIS team was being debriefed, a security team took Cami to DetCon for interrogation. Alen was glad to be done, at least for now.

OOC: Here is where I'm taking up the interrogation and such of Cami. I'm splitting it off, as I think too much was being immediately done chronologically in too short a time otherwise, and I think it'll make the thread neater.
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Post by juni » 2013-05-24 22:37

Aboard the Observer....

Juni watched as Alen dragged Cami, still rather securely bound, out of the Calypso. Juni stood up from the game table after he was out of sight, and glanced at the other ISIS agents she had been playing the game with since she got to the freighter.

"Thank you." she said, surprisingly getting it right, as she glanced down at the match that the Twi'lek girl and Scherise were playing. She had a feeling that Scherise wasn't all that good at playing, and that the Twi'lek wasn't really trying, which made the game easier for her to follow.

As Scherise was about to make a move, the Twi'lek turned the game off, and jumped to her feet. "Don't mention it."

"We need to report in for debriefing." Scherise reminded them, probably more for Juni's sake than the Twi'lek.

"Of course, let's go." the Twi'lek said rather energetically, as she took Juni's hand and half dragged her out of the freighter.

Setting foot on the hanger, she glanced about. She didn't see the man, but she saw a few guards leading a now more properly Cami along the hanger towards one of the corridors. The Twi'lek noticed her gaze, and said, "Lovely girl, terrible manners."

"Agents, you are requested to report to observation deck C to await debriefing."

"Thank you." the Twi'lek said, before moving along with Juni in tow. "By the way, I'm called Skips."

"Skips?" Juni said, as she followed the Twi'lek along, quickly out of the hanger down a different corridor.

Scherise was slower with following them, and didn't manage to reach the turbolift in time to go up with them. The turbolift was fast, and before she knew it, Skips was pulling her along, down a corridor, then another one. Before she knew it, she found herself in one of the main observation decks. Observation decks weren't really a good way of phrasing it, but it was a naval terminology. Rather, it'd be better described as a room with a view port to outside. Nominally, a view port was a structural weakness, which wouldn't be ideal for combat purposes under normal circumstances, but there were times when it would be convenient to have a view outside, and for practical purposes were rather quiet. Here, there was a slating plate of durasteel, which could negate most of the structural deficiencies in combat. Still, stepping inside behind Skips, she saw the place was minimally, though tastefully, decorated. There were a few couches and such, setup like a lounge. Outside, there were guards posted, ISIS probably wasn't taking chances that she might be abducted again, as well as Alen and another agent already inside.

"Care for a drink?" Skips said, as she went back to a small bar section that was setup. Juni couldn't see much that they had there, but she didn't see any alcohol (there wasn't any alcohol). Still, Skips soon returned with a pair of Ruby Biels. Ruby Biels were a rather cheap drink, mainly marketed at children. Not that she would have necessarily known, but the lounge was primarily there for long mission planning sessions, and except for VIPs, they only kept a few cheap non-alcoholic drinks on hand.

The Ruby Biel was delicious, and Juni savored it as she waited for the debriefing officer to arrive. Scherise arrived moments after she got the Ruby Biel, and the Pilot and Co-Pilot of the Calypso a few minutes later.
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Post by Spyker Katarn » 2013-06-07 05:25

"Sir, we're receiving an incoming com! Looks like it's from the YT-2400." The COM officer of the Blood Angel called out over the din of the busy bridge. With the tapping of several controls, the junior officer played the voxcall over the bridge speakers.

"This is Diri Tiberia of the Megaera to the Federation ships attacking me! If you can find it in your hearts to not blow me up, I've got some information about your missing agent Juni!" said the voice of the transport's captain. Her voice sounded strained, and Captain Hunter's eyes narrowed. If it was a ruse, it was a damn good one. He found it hard to believe the Commissariat would be flying around in a hot pink transport, and so he was inclined to give the benefit of the doubt. He gestured to the COM officer to open a channel.

"Ms. Tiberia, this is Captain Adrian Hunter of the Federation ship Blood Angel. Power down your engines, shut down all weapon systems, and prepare to be tractored. You can explain more once you are onboard our ship. Failure to comply will result in severe consequences. Angel, out." Another gesture cut the connection, and the Captain's attention turned to the two capital ships nearby. "What's the status on the Tartan-class and that corvette?"

The principal weapons officer (PWO) spoke up first, having monitored the effects of their heavy guns on the CR90. The sensor readings were showing the craft's shields precipitously low, and he called this out to his CO. They were also showing radiation spikes from the CR90's hypermatter reactor, and advised moving their fighters to minimum safe distance in case it went critical. If any were caught in the blast, there was no chance they would survive.

No sooner had he said that, and the orders given, when the sensors went mad, showing the old girl was shedding exotic particles under the bombardment like a Wookiee sheds water. Moments later, one of the Angel's heavy turbolasers penetrated the shielding covering the containment vessel, causing a runaway reaction that culminated in a massive nuclear fireball. Several smaller detonations nearby punctuated its demise. Though they were unnoticed by the captain, XO Cyn's sharp eyes picked them out amongst the ripples from the larger parent.

"Ops, how many of our fighters made it out of there in time?"

"Ma'am, we have good signals from all of Demon Squadron, but only one left from the Hellhounds." The captain gave a grunt at that. Three pilots, gone in an instant. He hated that it happened, but accepted the loss. They knew the risks; they all did. He'd see they were served with proper honors. Nodding at his operations officer, he issued a new order.

"Assign the 'Hound to Demon Squadron and pull them back for BARCAP duty. What's the status on that Tartan?"

"Assault teams have secured the bridge, life support, and engineering. All spaces not one of those three locations are reported to have been vented. It's a tad extreme, but the blokes in Sierra Whiskey Charlie are very good at their jobs, it seems." Several members of the bridge crew chuckled at that; they knew damn well that the commandos deploying from their ship on a regular basis were one of the top-tiers of Federation special forces.

"Very good. Excellent work, everyone. Let's get that freighter inboard and our men back aboard."

"Aye, aye, sir. Assault teams are reporting their return shortly; enemy NAV database has also been recovered for ISIS analysis," stated the operations officer. To his right, the PWO had targeted the hot-pink freighter with the Angel's tractor beams and was securing it to her outer hardpoints, as the internal bay would be too full with the shuttles for such a larger craft. Its occupants would be transferred directly to the Echo once the Angel rendezvoused with Task Force Observer for debriefing, personnel rotation, and new orders. "Engineering reports we'll be ready for jump in five minutes."

"Thank you, Ops. I'm heading to the hangar to meet our...guests. Commander, you have the bridge. COM me if anything happens." With that, the captain exited the bridge, meeting up with one of the DATs from the SPECWARCOM detachment on board. "Let's go meet our new passengers."
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Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-06-07 20:53

Diri sat patiently in the pilot's seat, having powered down the Megaera as requested. She was still holding her blaster, keeping it pointed at the freak Stormtrooper who remained unconscious, though with his wide pale white eyes that almost seemed to glow, she couldn't be entirely sure. The soldier looked to be human, at least was before whatever modifications were done to his face and head. Goddess of Lust alone knows what's beneath that armour, Diri thought in revulsion. She had seen cybernetic implants before, hell, her best friend- they were still best friends right?- Lucie had them but these ones seemed to almost disfigure the man's face, strange glowing effects around his eyes from where whatever other circuitry was just visible above the skin before disappearing into a maze of bizarre patterns. Whatever the upgrades offered, it sure didn't take into account one good poke with a high voltage stick from an R3 droid.

With a sigh, she broke her gaze away from the freak of Imperial nature and looked at her companion. "Whadaya think Sug? We finally in way over our heads this time?" The droid let out a series of notes with an aggravated tone as though it were scolding her for taking four years to figure that out. As usual, Diri's usual penchant to translate what was said into whatever she wanted meant she cracked a smile. "You're right, we've come back from worse."

The droid spun it's domed head from side to side, a mournful tone drawn out in its own approximation of a sigh. The light from outside vanished as the YT-2400 was tractored inside the Fed vessel. "Guess they're going to send a greeting party huh?" Getting to her feet, she had the passing thought to get dressed in something a little more suited for space, but, sure as the next festival on Zeltros, Diri dismissed the thought and instead started dragging the unconscious body towards the cargo ramp.

"Attention all occupants of the Megaera! Open your boarding ramp and come out with your hands in the air. Failure to comply will be met with the harshest of consequences." The voice was a little muffled from the thick armour plating of the vessel, but Diri got enough of it to know that the Feds were serious. They were always so serious about everything...

Activating the controls on the cargo ramp, the small platform started to descend from near the front of the saucer part of the YT-2400. Diri raised her hands, letting the blaster pistol she carried dangle loosely, her index finger still through the trigger guard. Outside was a full twenty fully armed and armoured Stormtroopers, the ones of the white variety which she almost felt thankful to see right now, had they not all had their weapons trained on her. Still, all eyes were on her and she could sense a couple of them gawk from beneath their helmets at the bikini clad figure descending on the platform like one of those Mothma Secret fashion shows. "Hiya boys," Diri chimed, able to feed off the attention and uplift her spirits, "So nice of you to pick up little ol' me like that." Looking around, she easily spotted the officer in charge, not least of which because he was the only one wearing that olive drab uniform and because he exuded the most uptight mood out of everyone.

The platform had hit the hanger deck and the officer ordered her to drop her weapon. Diri, did as ordered, lazily flicking her hand at the wrist so it flew off and clanged on the platform. If mister ugly stormtrooper decided to get back up, at least she would have the support of a bunch of the other men in white. Of course, Diri hadn't really taken into account the fact that the trained soldiers of the Federation would sooner target her than someone dressed up as one of their own. Still, hindsight was always twenty-twenty and no sooner had the closest stormtroopers take a step closer to secure her than did the unconscious soldier start to stir. Squeaks was the first to pick up on it and was about to apply another judicial amount of electricity to the freak when an armoued leg kicked him back, sending the droid falling over backwards. Diri, her own senses alerting her of a malicious intent from next to her, was just barely able to turn before the black armour clad soldier was up, a vibro-knife in hand. Diri liked to think herself a capable fighter, having fought her way through more than a couple bar brawls in her life, but the speed at which he moved, combined with his freaky iris-less eyes and expressionless face, coupled with no other feeling coming from him other than malice meant she was able to do little more than try and swing a fist at him only to be grabbed suddenly, spun around and held with her back against the soldier's chest as a Zeltronian shield, the cold metal of the knife against her neck while she could see a blaster- her previously discarded one- in front of her in his other hand.

How in the-? she wondered, seeing the stormtroopers reacting with their usual tactics as they tried to fan out, most of them still shocked at what they were seeing. Evidently not everyone was as disfigured beneath their helmets as their black armoured friend, in fact, in Diri's experience, some of the most handsome humans seemed to be Fed Stormtroopers and it was a shame they had to wear helmets. Still, it felt like the holidays every time she got to take one off... Between the barely dressed Zeltron and the not-human human stormtrooper, it seemed the soldiers were almost at a loss as to how to handle the turn of events while the droid let out a warning siren sound in its effort to try and summon help.

"Yeah, what Squeaks said!" Diri said, her translation for once meshing with what the droid was trying to communicate. She felt the freak start to pull her back in an effort to keep the stormtroopers squarely in front of them and prevent any flanking attempts, the blaster quickly tracking between viable targets.

"Release the alien," the officer demanded in a futile attempt to maintain the illusion that they were under complete control. Even through his iron expression, Diri could tell that he was making a substantial effort to keep his bafflement under check. "That's an order!" he added, hoping the position of rank would get the soldier to cease and desist. Diri doubted that would work, but seriously, what could the freak do? He was outnumbered, outgunned and trapped since Diri's ship was pretty badly beaten up, something she kept in the back of her mind because someone was going to pay for the damages and she was hell bent on making sure it wasn't her!
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2013-06-07 21:30

Crystala's red eyes regarded the Supreme Commander for a moment as she mulled over his words. The fact he wasn't willing to freely give up the information and was instead going to make her work for it was bad enough in her mind, begging the question of just how deep the Commissariat was, or worse, how deep the Supreme Commander was in with them. "Maybe it was personal," she responded coldly, "Maybe it wasn't. Either way, it would seem that one or both of us are playing right into their hands now and that's a risk I'll have to take." She wasn't surprised to see Wesiri not give away anything with his lack of response or expression. Not having the time to waste trying to pull teeth, Crystala ended the transmission with, "If I come across anything, it's yours. No promises."

Ending the transmission, Crystala started to wonder how deep the Commissariat went. She knew they were everywhere, so too was the ISIS, and florists for that matter, it was all hyperbole. Whether he was in league with them or not, Crystala knew she lacked the proof to confirm or deny it and the power to deal with it personally. Activating her comm, she signaled her pilot to have the shuttle ready for her. It was probably about time she paid the Moonrider a visit anyways, the research group was probably forgetting that there existed the rest of the galaxy.

"This is an unexpected surprise."

Crystala looked at the Moonrider' Captain with cool blue eyes. "This vessel is due for a security audit and I'm of the belief that giving you advance warning could very well change reality when we actually evaluate how things are maintained here." Walking next to the Captain, she glanced at the hanger that was filled with bizarrely shaped TIE Fighters, their solar array wings and ball shaped cockpits that they were TIEs at all. Around them was a mixture of Stormtroopers as part of the Captain's honour guard and several ISIS agents Crystala brought along with her under the guise of analysts and security experts who would perform the security audit, ensuring protocols were being followed.

"I can't fault that logic," the Captain nodded in agreement, probably having spent too much time surrounded by scientists for his own good. "I suppose you'll want access to the files and records of all personnel?"

"Yes, that would be a good start." Turning to look at one of the other agents, Crystala said, "Set up in the main security center and let me know when you're ready." The agent saluted and signaled for the others to follow, which they did as they quickened their pace to leave the hanger. Crystala stopped and looked at the Captain who stopped a step after she did and had to turn around to face her. "Naturally I have no desire to disrupt the normal day to day functions of this vessel so please, carry on as though we're not here. We will try to keep to ourselves as much as possible but we may have to ask some of the officers and scientists here a few questions just to make sure they've been properly orientated and trained as to the security protocols here." A soft reassuring smile that they would barely be noticeable appeared on her face.

"Of course." The Captain nodded once, glancing back at her shuttle a little uneasily as though he would like nothing more than for her and her group to promptly depart. "Is there anything else I can be of assistance with, let me know."

"Your cooperation has been duely noted. I will be in touch Captain." The Captain and his guard detail exited the hanger, leaving Crystala to get to work as well. She had reviewed the layout of the vessel with the other agents on the trip here so she knew the general area she had to reach. Approaching the hanger door, she watched it hiss open as she neared it, the security coding recognizing her rank and granting her access. Truth be told, there were only a handful of doors someone of her authortiy were barred from entering. Private quarters were one of them too, but she could always evoke a security emergency to enter without their consent when necessary. Tapping the comm bead in her ear, she said to the other agents on the channel, "Let me know as soon as you've got access to their systems and begin the audit."

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It wasn’t long in the inspection before Crystala and some other agents found a small lab off the beaten path so to speak. Corrosion seemed evident at a few places along the way, the lighting was intermittent at best, and there were occasionally pools of some unknown hot pink liquid on the corridor outside. Near the door was a light up sign that had a warning about lasers being in use. Undeterred, Crystala and Co entered the lab, to find the inside worse than the outside.

“Can’t you read the sign on the door, I’m busy, busy, busy, busy, busy.” A male voice yelled as Crystala entered the room. Somehow, each time he had said busy, it seemed as though the word reverberated across the messy lab. Somehow, it seemed as though everything about the lab felt wrong to Crystala, and the voice was no exception.

“Oh my. No, or would it be yes? Yes? Yes! Yes it is. Why, it has to be the Director General herself? Doesn’t it? Of course it does. My, My, this is a most unexpected development.” A man in what was at one time a clean white lab coat said. The man had wild eyes, and hair that went every which way that billowed out from under what appeared to be a cricket cap. Worse yet, she could feel more than an inkling of force sensitivity, but not nearly enough for him to have ever been seriously considered for being a dark jedi, not that such a thing would have interested him at this point if he had the talent for it. The man’s rambling was cut short from a rather stern glance from Crystala.

“What is she here for? She can’t be here to see that? Can she? It has to be that. Does it? Maybe she doesn’t know about that yet. The lady doesn’t know? Maybe she does now?”

“Know what?” Crystala asked, sounding rather unamused.

“Project Delanth. Yes, that’s the one, and she can’t know about it. But you told her. No I didn’t. No wait, yes I did.” The man’s rambling seemed to go on and on.

“She can’t know about that. She mustn’t. Why else would she come here? What is she here for? The voice from the man seemed to change with every word spoken or otherwise muttered, and now going into a rather sing-song manner. The man’s eye’s bulged out, and his voice seemed to hit unnaturally high notes.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2014-01-13 04:22

Seeing this lunatic in his lab made Crystala realize that crazy scientists weren't just a cliche used in holos. He had clearly been locked away on this ship, and perhaps this room, for far too long. She doubted she'd keep his attention for very long so she decided to cut to the chase. "I know a fair deal about Project Delanth," she began, and the scientist's eyes seemed to bulge out even more, as though that were possible. She looked away briefly, her blue eyes revealing something that her next carefully placed words would help spur the man into more non-sensible rambling. "However..." Her voice trailed off and the man didn't miss a beat.

"You don't know enough about Project Delanth. Yes, of course. Otherwise why would you be here right? Not to waste time visiting me when there are so many bigger experiments to run correct? Yes, yes, of course!" His mouth was going a lightyear a minute, and the way he spoke kept changing, so much so that Crystala wondered just how unhinged he had become. "She can't know! But she already knows enough to come here. Why hide it any longer? Because he said to keep it a secret!"

"Who?" Crystala said, pouncing on the slip though she questioned if it wasn't a deliberate one. "Who told you to keep Project Delanth a secret?"

"No names. No meeting, just a voice. Aged but know no more than that. Can't tell you anything more than that, don't know anything more than that. Nothing, nothing at all! Nothing the Director-General wouldn't already know at any rate."

Something told Crystala he was lying, but a cursory glance into his mind showed that finding that out with any degree of certainty would take far too long. On the other hand, would talking to him prove any faster? Somehow she doubted it, but why waste the energy tearing his mind asunder? "You seem to both know and presume much about me. How is that?"

"How? How? Director-General head of intelligence. Blue hair, very uncommon among humans. Colour changing eyes, very fascinating. Genetic defect perhaps? Would love to study them. Any chance she could donate an eye for science? No, no, need specimen attached to optic nerve. Perhaps feedback loop from brain sends signal to iris, somehow changes melanin levels? Impossible. Maybe some variation of heterochromia iridum, like Isard?"

Crystala frowned, her eyes reddening a little which only seemed to fascinate him more as he lacked the comprehension or concern over the significance to their new colour and was instead now asking if he could run a few quick scans. How the subject shifted so drastically was beyond her but she had to steer him back on track. "Did this voice give you information about me?"

He nodded quickly. "Only said you might be interested in Project Delanth. Director-General must not be allowed to know about it. Voice's exact words. But it seems she found out about it in another fashion. Maybe a spy? Mole aboard this ship? No, impossible. I killed intern, quite messily too, struggled too much." He sounded somewhat agitated when he said the last part, and Crystala wasn't sure how to respond to that either though a thought crossed her mind as he rambled on yet another tangent.

"You killed an intern? That's a criminal offense you know."

"What? Killed intern? You've got it wrong. Intern not dead, just part of experiment. Suspended animation, not dead. Huge difference. Can revive. Lost a lot of expensive chemical in the process but it worked." He was a quick one, unable to get pinned down for very long. A useful trait if he were a spy, which was just as well that he wasn't, Crystala doubted she could stand listening to him debrief the simplest of operations. "No, intern's dead. Experiment a failure. Needed more power, Captain wouldn't provide it. Decided to chance it, Intern unwilling. Not safe. Poppycock!"

"So, Project Delanth." Crystala made one last stab at trying to get somewhere with this discussion before she took a completely different approach.

"What of it? You can't know anything about it can you? No! Unexpected this is, how did you know to come here? Voice assured me no one else knew."

Sighing, Crystala fished out a small imagecaster from her pocket and activated it.

"Project Delanth was a black project that was officially closed several months ago," the voice of Supreme Commander Wesiri filled the air for a brief moment before Crystala cut the conversation short.

"Was that the voice you spoke with about Project Delanth?" She watched the man for any sign that he might be lying or trying to fabricate yet another tangent.

"Never heard that voice before. Not voice spoke with about project. No, voice was more... electronic. Clicking, like low-grade rebreather. Vader!"

Finally losing her patience, Crystala reached for her lightsaber, a move that didn't escape the man's notice. "You know what this is?"

"Laser sword, or better known as lightsaber. Weapon of Jedi and Sith alike, fascinating considering their philosophies are diametrically opposed to one another. Able to cut through just about any and every material in the known galaxy with a few exceptions. Perhaps needs-"

Crystala activated the weapon, it's distinctive snap-hiss cutting him off as a red beam of light extended from the weapon. With baleful red eyes, she stared into his bulging ones and said over the menacing humm of the lightsaber, "I'm sure nothing in this lab is an exception. So, why don't you start telling me about Delanth, from the start and without any unnecessary tangents or you can become my little experiment."

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by jacenwesiri » 2014-01-15 04:15

“She wants answers?” the man said, in a very high pitch. “She does, doesn’t she?” the tone changed, this time to one that sounded rather confused. “She’s a fool if she thinks she can get them like that.” The voice said, this time in an almost bone tingling cold tone. The other ISIS agents who went with Crystala took at least a half step back, as fear started overwhelming them. The man seemed to wander into gibberish as they discussed the matter.

“No, don’t do it. She’s being serious. Maybe she was just joking?” the man said, each sentence a different voice. Then, a voice that sounded as though it belonged to a woman chimed in “Perhaps she would be willing to offer something in return for it?” The man stood there, silent for a moment.

“What could she offer us? What do we want? Yes, what do we want? No, we don’t want that. What was it she wants?” this time, once again going into the sing-song style, each sentence with seemingly a different voice. The woman’s voice chimed in, “She wanted to know about Project Delanth.” The bonechilling voice added, “That is very valuable. I want….” The woman’s voice cut him off. “It’s not what you want, it’s what we want.” The other voices started speaking again into what devolved into gibberish. Would Crystala offer him something, and if so, what could she offer that they’d accept?
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2014-01-17 14:38

If this is what making progress felt like, Crystala suddenly remembered why she preferred letting violence, or the mere threat thereof, do all the talking. It was so much easier to intimidate her way through people than reason or bargain with them. Sadly, it seemed he was quite immune to her efforts, or rather, not all the minds within the one body would be bullied into simply giving up the information.

He wanted to trade now. At least it's something, she thought, not yet deactivating the lightsaber. Though it was something, an even bigger, more troubling question remained: What does one offer a deranged, babbling scientist with multiple personalities? She weighed the immediate options. He was tucked away on the most secretive and isolated ship in the galaxy, quite possibly explaining the reason why he became so mad in the first place. Glancing around the lab, Crystala saw a lot of equipment, both used and new so she doubted he could appeal to his bankroll for working on... whatever the heck he was working on.

"I can't imagine you possibly wanting anything," Crystala began, continuing to gaze around the lab. "According to your records, the last time you took shore leave was seventeen months ago and you've refused to exercise your option to take leave on seven different occasions since. I imagine your bank account is pretty inflated since you don't have any expenses too so you obviously don't have a need for credits." She let her gaze flit back to him, hoping her words would help massage the various personalities within him and allow them to come to some sort of unanimous decision as to what they'd be interested in. "I'd say that's a mark of someone heavily married to their work but you've already got the best resources the Federation has to offer, I doubt there's much more I could offer in that regard..." Her voice trailed off as though a thought occurred to her.

And one did. "Unless... I do have a neuroscientist who might be willing to come and provide some assistance to your endeavors." It was a stretch, but given the fact that the scientist in question was currently a prisoner, there wasn't much that could be done or said to oppose the offer on that end.

It was a stab and, if nothing else, would at least give them all something to chew on and possibly further narrow the list down to something that could be agreed upon.

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Post by Diri Tiberia » 2014-01-19 17:46

It seemed like a fruitless stand-off and Diri's captor must have realized that somewhere in the back of his horribly disfigured mind. Diri struggled, trying to break free of his grip, especially because the forearm over her throat was starting to cut off her breathing. The other Stormtroopers were still bent on trying to convince him to stand down and surrender peacefully. And here I thought they maintained their mantra of shoot-first-don't-bother-with-questions-later.

Then, everything happened at once as though by some unseen cue. One of the Stormtroopers opened up, his carbine spitting a familiar stun blast which caught Diri square in the chest. She gasped, and felt her entire body go numb as consciousness slipped away. The last thing she would remember was still being held up by the brute as everything blacked out. Not... again...

Squeaks, let out a cry though whether it was one of surprise or dismay, none of the concious people cared or payed the droid much mind as it started driving away. Several more stun shots flew by, doing little more than peppering the human shield and annoying the brute who trained his blaster on the fleeing droid, firing a pair of shots at it. The droid let out a shrill cry as it tried in vein to dodge follow-up shots, one of which hit it leg, the force toppling it over. One of the Stormtroopers, a particularly gutsy and confidant one, set his blaster to kill and fired off a shot that caught the larger man in the shoulder of his gun arm, narrowly missing the pink woman by an inch. For his effort, he got a baleful look before turning his pistol at the man and shooting back, a smoking hole getting punched into his helmet and snapping the poor Private's head back as he fell to the ground, dead.

In the back of the room, a lone Scout trooper aimed down the scope of his sniper rifle and, seeing the situation rapidly falling apart, and emboldened by the now dead Stormtrooper, fired a shot aimed low. It struck the target in the knee, the high powered shot from the E-11s causing him to lose balance momentary, releasing his grip on the Zeltron who slumped down to the floor. That created the opening the others needed, a fusillade of stun shots flying at him. To everyone's horror and dismay, the bolts seemed to be little more effective than if they were using paint markers against him.

"SET FOR KILL!" the officer barked, drawing his own blaster, "DROP HIM!"

The troops complied quickly though in the brief moments between alternating fire settings, the now hostage-less captor turned his blaster on the downed alien, having seen the smoke rising from the holes of the dropped droid. He pulled back on the trigger but a quick bolt from the sidearm of the officer threw off his aim last moment, his shot striking the ground just inches away from Diri's head. He tried to recover, but by now, blaster bolts were flying and under the barrage, he was cut down, dead before his body hit the deck.

Diri's head was hurting, a lot more than normal too. She had felt this experience once twice before, once when she had nearly overdosed on spice- she refused to be beaten by a damn Gungan- and another time when she had been found by a whole cadre of Lorga's bounty hunters who got a little too stun happy on behalf of their master. Knowing she hadn't touched spice for a good three years- recreational use doesn't count!- Diri tried to piece together the events that once again lead to her being used for target practice as she came to.

"Good, you're awake," a distant sounding voice began. A sharp jab of pain shot through her side, helping accelerate her return to awareness. "You've got a lot to answer for alien." She didn't need to hear his tone to tell the man speaking was pissed off about something.

Aw hell, am I back at Lorga's palace again? Diri wondered, responding only with a whimper from the pain. Another sharp stab of pain tore across her midsection and it was only then she realized that someone was kicking her.

"Wake up damnit," the voice commanded before saying as an aside, perhaps directed to someone else, "Sir, the alien is regaining consciousness."

No sith, Diri thought, her own feelings mirroring those of the people standing around her. She hated being angry and resentful, but right now, it was fun to think of the pain and suffering she could inflict on her tormentors if she could somehow turn the tables. Holding her tender midsection, she rolled a little to her side, hoping some pressure would relieve the pain as she finally opened her eyes, light flooding her vision. Things were blurry but she saw a good number of white armoured boots. Stormtroopers, who else could they possibly belong to? Fed ship... Things were slowly coming back to her but she saw another shape in the distance not too far, a round shape, not unlike a waste bin that had fallen onto its side, except this one had legs, and a distinct colouring pattern and.

SQUEAKS! she thought in horror. She also tried to call out the droid's name but it came out much like his namesake, prompting the Stormtrooper above her to snap for her to shut up, another kick ensuring compliance.

Diri barred her teeth and spat a few choice curses, wondering what the hell she did to them to deserve this sort of treatment? She wasn't aware of any new policies in the Federation that said mercenaries were to be treated like scum. Having grown fed up with her treatment since coming to, and succumbing to the raw emotions within her, she reached over in an effort to grab his leg, not really thinking what she'd do when she got a hold of it. Sadly, it was as she moved that she became aware of the bindings on her wrists and it was as she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arms and through her body that the nature of the bindings became apparent to her.

The fact she had zapped herself seemed to signify she was also trying to resist, which, again, elicited another response in the same manner. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded, turning over in pain, "What the frack did I ever do to you?" She braced herself for the default response they seemed to enjoy but it didn't come.

"That's enough," a different voice said sternly, stepping in. Diri could make out the drab green uniform marking the person speaking as an Imperial officer. If nothing else, at least his polished black boots wouldn't hurt as much. "Diri Tiberia?" he asked as though there could be any doubt to her identity.

"What?" she demanded, not in the mood to make friendly chat.

"You are hereby under arrest for crimes against the Federation."

That came from way out in Wild Space. "What?"

"I said-" If he was trying to be cute, it was anything but.

"I heard what you said. I meant what the frell do you mean I'm under arrest? What crimes did I commit?!?"

"Assault of Federation personnel. Damage to Federation property. Conspiracy. Attempted kidnapping of Federation personnel." He read off the list as though fully convinced that she were guilty. She lay there, dumbfounded, unable to formulate the words to try and express her innocence or how absurd these charges were. The officer turned to the Stormtroopers and issued his orders. "Pick her up and take her to detention."

Feeling a pair of hands grab her by the arms and hoist her up to her feet, Diri suddenly remembered about an even more pressing concern- this was hardly the first time she had been arrested. "Wait, what about Squeaks?" She looked over and, now that things were coming into focus, saw the droid on the floor, several black marks on his back with a few of them still smoking. She had seen similar damage in the past and could tell that a few of the shots that hit him had penetrated and something inside was smoldering. Tears started to form. "Squeaks!" she cried, trying to break free of their grip, and getting a smack with a stun baton for her efforts.

"Your droid will be confiscated and inspected," the officer said bluntly.

"What about my right to a call?" Diri returned, trying to figure out who she could contact right now.

The officer laughed. "What do you think this is? Civilian justice? You're on a warship of the Federation. Your civil rights don't apply here. Take her away."

If this was all a joke, it had gone far enough and Diri exploded in fury. "You Huttslime eating nerfhearder, this is all some big mistake! I was following your orders! How can I possibly be guilty of doing th-"

Another smack with the stun baton, this time on higher power, ensured she'd no longer be able to put up a fuss and make so much noise as she was dragged away to the brig, the officer snorting distastefully as though he had just dealt with a second-class citizen. "Save it for the interrogation droid," he muttered as though expecting her to hear that.
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