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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-04-19 17:50

"I had the utmost confidence the cargo was as per the specified terms and saw no reason to inspect it," bho2hst began in its usual monotone as it glanced at the slight woman, its photoreceptors dimming in the closest approximation of a glare the droid could give. "But, since you insist." It approached the crate and examined the contents with a small probe it had already built into its fingers, having done this before numerous times.

Diri glanced at the crate and immediately did a double-take. Nine viels, that's blue ryll! Her mind raced with the possibilities of what the credits from the sale of a single kilo could buy her, nevermind the high she could get off- No, those days are behind me. Looking back at the credits, she thought about renegotiating the price, the fifty thousand barely enough to cover the cost for half the crate and there were two. Dojo hadn't exactly been forthcoming about the contents, though Diri supposed she was just as much at fault for not asking. The Feds, however, were the ones really in control and dictating the terms of the whole thing so as much as Diri would have wanted to take the blue ryll for herself, or get a bigger price for what she was effectively handing over, she knew her hands were tied at this point.

No point lamenting my piss poor luck, she concluded, closing the case up and smiling at the droid who had already finished the inspection, his analyzer probe confirming the stuff was the genuine deal and not bulked up with a bunch of fake additives like sugar. Diri remembered pulling that stunt once, nearly cost her an arm, but in the end she made out like a bandit and the drugies were dead. That was the last time she actively delt drugs, instead preferring mass shipments between manufacturer and dealer rather than being the dealer herself. Junkies were unpredictable at the worst of times and it took a special metabolism to not go crazy.

"Are you satisified?" the droid asked.

"I believe I am," Diri nodded once, glancing at Dojo who looked less than impressed. "Sixty-thousand creds for two cases of product. Sounds like a fair trade to me."

"Indeed, the markets aren't what they used to be and with the Federation cracking down more and more on the spice trade, it's becoming increasingly difficult to do business or transport even one gram anymore."

Diri smirked as she shot a quick glance at Juni. "Tell me about it." Closing the case and accepting it, she tossed it to Dojo who looked like he was about to protest. In all honesty, she would have too, but their overseers wanted the operation to go off without a hitch and trying to change whatever terms existed meant risking the whole thing going south. On the other hand, if the droid did suspect something was up and signaled the alarm, Diri felt confidant enough to say she honestly tried with what she was given so little, if any, of the blame for a botched Fed op could be pinned on her. They'd try, she knew, but that mattered little in the grand scheme of things. "Might be able to afford another shipmet with that," she commented to the Rodian who was emanating a sense of dread like a star gave off light. He'd probably be pretty ruined after all this was said and done, forced to take out another loan which would make his Hutt masters less than trilled. Diri would probably have another bounty hunter after her, which was nothing terribly new, she always did enjoy the company though.

"His Magnificence thanks you for your continued patronage and also wishes to give you a message Dirianna Tiberia."

Freezing in place, Diri looked over her shoulder slowly. Few people knew her last name, fewer still her full first name. "And what's that?" she asked, keeping her voice decidedly neutral despite the fear and rage that was building within her.

Photoreceptors brightening akin to something of a smile and if Diri had known who was actually behind the droid, it would have been a very wicked one. "Communicate to Lorga that his Magnificence will be in contact very soon."

Diri snorted. "I don't work for him any more, or didn't you get the memo?" If this crimelord was well informed enough to know her name, than it seemed he would also be well informed enough to see past her bluff but she had to iterate that for the benefit of the spook overseer close by. "But I suppose if I find myself close to Hutt space in the near future, I'll be sure to pass that along."

"See to it that you do," the droid bowed a little before pivoting on the spot and walking away, disappearing into the darkness beyond while several labour droids emerged to take the crates.

Diri thought about shooting bho2hst in the back, and truth be told, her hand was already on her blaster but in a rare act of self-control, she refrained from such a rash move, instead looking over at Dojo who was looking at her then at Juni and then back at her. Turning her gaze upon Juni, Diri chirped, "So now what?"
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-04-19 22:57

"You should have made him count out the credits." Juni said, with a half smile. "Anyways, now, we go home." Juni said. She didn't want to mention that it wasn't a good idea to stay around long.

She directed the ASP droid up the loading ramp, and turned to look at Dojo with a glare. She knew he wasn't on their side, so to speak. Yes, he was ostensibly their ally, but only by whatever the Director had done to him, on fairly short order. She was sure the rest of the interrogation would be coming later.

She had made a few notes, and more importantly the whole exchange was recorded. She glanced back at Diri, before heading to the ramp. Making Dojo carry the credits was clever, especially since they were physical currency, not merely a chip, which made it much harder to track, but also harder to launder. Somehow, she wondered if the Director would be pleased at that inconvenience.

She waited for Dojo to enter the cargo hold before following him. As she turned to look back, she heard a crash of metal, and turned in a jump to see Dojo had stumbled, apparently spilling all the credits across the cargo hold. Her nerves were high, and she didn't care to stay longer, in case of surprises.

As Diri, the last to board reached the end of the loading ramp, the ramp started to raise. Juni offered her hand to help Diri, as Dojo struggled to pickup the scattered coins. She didn't give any explanation, but once Diri was in, she sealed the door behind her, and the shift started to lift off. Naturally, the ungiven explanation was that the droid was handling piloting, to take them to their next destination. The droid was probably not the best of pilot, but it had them safely away from the mining base in very short order, and prepared them for a hyperjump.

Juni was tempted to head to the helm, but instead decided to keep an eye on Dojo given her lack of expertise at such things. She could still feel the ship moving rapidly, probably either a sign that the ship hadn't been designed for such 'wild' maneuvering like this or the inertial compensator was starting to fail. She hoped the former. She knew what it was doing. Hyperdrive systems had problems with mass shadows (a tendency for a calamitous destruction if one would hit something too large), and it was probably maneuvering to avoid any for the appropriate vector.

She glanced at Diri heading back towards the helm, perhaps to try to take over for the low par piloting performed by the droid. She glanced down at Dojo, who didn't seem to notice. Admittedly, now she wasn't sure if she should keep an eye on Diri or the Dojo, and figured the former would at least be more entertaining. It didn't' seem like a few moments passed, before she could feel the ship going into hyperspace.

She walked back towards the helm, and reached it as the freighter exited from hyperspace as the lighting started . From the view screen, she could see the white form of a small carrier, probably from the 3rd fleet. She then glanced at the droid , knowing it knew what to do. It had already started transmitting a signal to the star destroyer, and started approaching. Diri could see a slight frown on her face, as though she thought something wasn't right. Somehow, she had a feeling that ISIS wouldn't use an ISIS ship for this, but a carrier without escorts? No, she hadn't seen it well, there was a rather dark corvette as an escort. Still, it was quite a welcome for just them.

A few minutes later about the Flurry Class Carrier Black Sun

They had quite a welcome. Upon landing, a contingent of storm troopers arrived, and took Dojo into custody. Both Diri and Juni were taken to separate rooms for 'debriefing'. Most of Juni's actions were documented, and so the information that they wanted from her specifically was kept to a minimum, but she wondered if the same would be true for Diri. After a few minutes, she was unceremoniously locked into a small and otherwise empty conference room, without any of her equipment.

After what seemed like hours (though probably not more than twenty minutes), Diri arrived, looking rather unhappy was also locked into the conference room. She was partially sure as to why. Apparently the ISIS higherups were late with showing up, or perhaps they didn't intend to show up in person, leaving the commanding officer of the carrier as the ranking officer, and that commanding officer was rather strict when it came to regulation, including the parts that were often waived for 'honored guests' like Diri. Both were forced into standard uniforms, per section 7. Apparently they didn't have any ISIS uniforms, as she was also given a standard one that matched Diri's, and not an officer's uniform as she was probably entitled to as a part of ISIS. Unfortunately for Diri, hot pink uniforms had never been vogue.

Juni wasn't sure what to say, and remained silent. She didn't have much of a chance to do more than to look over Diri before someone entered the conference room....
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-04-23 21:29

There was only one thing worse than uniforms and that was bland uniforms however the Lieutenant made it clear, under no uncertain terms, that she was to wear it for the duration of her stay aboard the Black Sun. Worse yet, the Lieutenant was wearing a familiar white armour complete with helmet, as was all the guards in Diri's immediate presence. It seemed that the Feds handling her weren't about to leave anything to chance which was, admittedly, a smart move on their part, though it did leave her with something of sour taste in her mouth as it really reduced the whole exchange into something far too professional for her tastes.

Entering the room, Diri was somehow unsurprised to see Juni already there, probably able to be fast tracked through the debriefing process. Guess there is one perk to working for them directly, but that's one against an entire abyss of miserable ones.

Hot on Diri's heels, another person entered the room and bid her to take a seat with a sweeping gesture. Diri regarded the officer, thankful to see it was the first uniformed Fed she'd managed to catch a glimpse of since arriving on this vessel, well, aside from Juni. "If it's all the same to you, I'll stand," she replied with a forced smile. Whatever all this was about, it was seriously cutting into her enjoyment of a job well done and a slightly more padded pay cheque. Diri was hardly some paragon of virtue and there was a deliberate reason she opted to count the credits, they were easier to palm and she'd hardly have much to worry about as Dojo wouldn't be seeing them and whatever the Feds were going to do with them, she was dead positive the couple thousand she liberated would see much better use.

That is, unless the Feds were now rifling through her clothes now, a thought that only worsened her mood as the other officer exchanged a few words with Juni before standing at the head of the large, drab conference table. The decor of the vessel was much the same as every other military vessel she had ever set foot upon, drab and in bad need of an interior decorator. It was no wonder so many Feds carried themselves as though the spires of Corscaunt were rammed up their rears, if not for having witnessed the landing aboard this particular carrier, Diri would have had a hard time telling just what sort of ship she was on be it a corvette, frigate, Star Destroyer or even a rebuilt Death Star.

"Before you begin," Diri began, entertaining the idea of closing the distance between her and the officer. "Is it safe for me to say that my prior work is done?"

There was a pause from the officer as he tried to determine what motive there was behind the question. He glanced at Juni for a brief moment, hoping she might have some sort of insight as to the meaning behind it. Juni maintained an aloof expression, only raising her shoulders a little in a gestured she had expected to go unnoticed except to her counterpart. "I would say so, you did what was requested," came the response at last.

Diri nodded, a knowing smirk appearing on her face. "Okay, so I guess there's the matter of payment." That settled that, Diri's first concern being that whatever this was about would be tacked on to the original contract she had agreed upon and therefore part of the same pay she'd be due to receive. Unfortunately, her earlier concern would be confirmed as the officer spoke without breaking stride.

"You already have it in your other clothes."

Looking away quickly, Diri bit down hard to stop herself from cursing loudly. Oh, well played. Her gaze momentarily fell upon Juni who remained surprisingly guarded in her expression though the knowing twinkle in her eyes, combined with the feeling Diri read from her told her that, despite her best efforts, the Fed spooks still had ways of keeping tabs on things. "Right then," she breathed in, keenly aware that the ball was squarely in her court. Looking back at the officer, she smiled as best she could given the circumstances that the invisible human element called karma had just eaten her alive. "What's stage two of your little operation?"

Before Diri had dismissed Juni's remark about making Dojo count the credits, especially in light of the spice, but Diri felt pretty confidant that, no matter how she would have played things out, she wouldn't have been able to skim a few extra creds or cargo from the Feds. Glancing over at Juni once more, Diri gave her a look that mimicked her her previous thoughts.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-04-26 04:27

"That's classified." the man said in a rather matter of fact tone, "However, I was instructed to inform you that your services have been 'requested' for an assignment that should only last a few days, and would entail minimal risk on your part."

Turning to glance at Juni for a second, he turned back to Diri and added, "Would another 3000 credits be acceptable?"

Juni was surprised by this turn of events, especially getting volunteered to participate in this extension of the mission. still, she wasn't totally sure what to do, and while she considered resisting, she opted to go with the flow. Before she knew it, she was along for a ride. Juni remained rather silent, as she followed along behind Diri and the 'ISIS officer' to the main hanger. Entering the hanger, she briefly exchanged glances with Diri, before she going back into her shell so to speak. She wasn't sure she believed the words the man spoke, though spoken as though they were honey, something about them seemed so wrong.

Something didn't feel right, and Juni had second thoughts. She figured she'd opt to decline, and she turned back to leave the group, she turned around to bump into someone else in an ISIS uniform. Looking up, she couldn't recognize the person. There was something in his eyes that confirmed her suspicion, but also more than a bit of fear at what it might entail. She turned back, to see Diri resisting. Her recollection of the events seemed to end there....

"I'm sorry Madam Director, but the agent and the mercenary have both disappeared. For some reason, they took the freighter to a carrier from the 3rd fleet, where they were debriefed by some unknown entities. Thanks to some unusually combative behavior on behalf of its Captain, he managed to detain Dojo, but the others are unaccounted for. There was apparently an altercation in the hanger, and they were loaded onto a stealth shuttle." the hologram of an ISIS agent said, with minimal static.

"Do you know who did this?" Saarael, who was with Crystala, asked.

"I don't know. My guess is the Commissariat, but a faction within ISIS could have pulled it off." The hologram replied laconically.

Neither options seemed desirable, and both seemed to leave an oppressive heavy weight on those present. No one said anything, as they waited for Crystala to say something, at that mention.

...Juni woke up, with a migrane. She found herself laying on what felt like a feather bed. She was tempted to try to get some more sleep, until the headache would wear off. She had a vague recollection of being on a carrier, but she knew she wasn't on a ship. She could smell...sea salt?

Rising to her feet, she noticed she was in civilian clothes, not the uniform she remembered. Slowly, she made her way out of the room, and made her way through what seemed like a small beach house. Slowly making her way out, she soon found herself staring out at a pink sand beach. Pink. She vaguely recalled that Diri liked pink. Diri? Who was Diri? A face came to mind, but she couldn't come up with a context to that. The more she tried to remember, the more her migraine hurt. Why was she here? Didn't she have something to do? That really set her migraine off, and she started zoning off.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-04-26 19:24

I really need to figure out a way to stop waking up like this, Diri thought sourly to herself as she slowly sat up. The bed she was laying on was surprisingly soft and invitingly warm, trying to lull her back into a more blissful sleep. As sorely tempted as Diri was- still feeling the mild after effects of whatever chemical agent was employed to put her to sleep in the first place- her mind was grasping at what few fragments of recent memory she had. She remembered tracking down and capturing an obese Rodian, Dojo something-or-other. The Feds then got involved, a spice deal took place, they returned to a Fed carrier for a lengthy debriefing which involved.

Looking down at herself quickly, Diri was relived to see that she was no longer wearing that damnable Fed uniform and instead was in her old clothes. She didn't remember changing back but she had been knocked out, drugged or just plain unconscious so many times and had woken up in a different outfit nearly every single time that it really no longer bothered her nearly as much as it probably ought to. With one crisis out of the way, she continued stretching her memory. There was another woman... Junes? Juba? Jury? Juni! Looking around, she suddenly became aware of the other presence in the bed lying next to her, turned on her side, facing away but the dark hair and stature left little doubt in Diri's head that it was the person the name belonged to.

"Kay, so they talked about a second phase of the plan, credits..." A customary search of her pockets revealed the credits she had palmed from before were still about along with a couple more she didn't remember taking. They must have stuffed extra credits but then why did they suddenly turn on the two of them? More importantly, why knock her out, dump her off somewhere and bother to pay her at all? Whatever motives the Feds were acting upon, it went far beyond Diri's capacity to figure out as she slowly got to her feet. Glancing back, she noticed the other woman wasn't stirring, whatever cheap agent was employed to sedate the both of them was clearly only designed with humans in mind, the rapid metabolism unique to all Zeltrons meant she was able to cleanse herself and regain more of her capacities faster than the poor thing still out cold.

Walking out of the bedroom, it dawned upon Diri that she was inside some sort of house, the wood walls a far cry from the drab decor she remembered from the Fed starship, the sparse decoration of seashells atop wooden furniture and art of ocean views something that she doubted anyone in the Federation would allow to liven up a room. The living room had nice white furniture scattered about in a neat arrangement and right away Diri could tell this was meant to be some sort of hotel until her eyes stared out the large floor-to-ceiling windows at a sight that took her breath away.

Beyond the glass was a large pink sand beach stretching out in either direction. Just past the bright sands, the tide was gently moving back and forth with each gentle wave. Diri smiled a little, unable to believe if this wasn't some sort of dream or illusion. Why the Feds would send her to one of the most popular vacation destinations among the Zeltron populace wasn't the first question on her mind as it probably should have been under the circumstances as Diri walked outside, the warm air and salty scents tickling her sensations as she closed her eyes and savored the moment for as long as possible, the soothing sound of the distant waves and warmth from the sun above as it kissed her skin a real delight. Should I go for a swim? Ah, but I've not got an outfit to go swimming in. Glancing up and down either side of the beach, she was a little surprised to not see anyone else though the surprise didn't last long as a little mischievous grin appeared on her face and she rushed back inside, grabbing a pearly white beach towel from a rack so thoughtfully hanging next to the door before rushing down into the sand closer to the shore where she quickly dumped the towel onto the bright pink sand and undressed in a hurry, running into the surprisingly warm and blue water moments after with complete abandon, only regretting that she didn't have anyone to share this thrill with.

After a fair bit of time splashing and swimming about, Diri finally came back to shore, rejuvenated and feeling better prepared to start figuring out just what the hell was going on now that she got that out of her system. It was hard to switch gears and go back to such droll work again, but she had spotted a couple other people in the distance walking down onto the beach, a large parasol as small kids took off running. Though Diri had little problems with her current swimming attire- or more accurately, lack thereof- humans- and many other species- by and large had a sense of modesty that was both hypocritical and uptight. Getting out of the water, she quickly dried herself off and redressed, not bothering to look over at the mortified feeling she sensed not far down the beach.

Back in the beach house, Diri frowned a little, having expected Juni to recover by now. She was still out cold, the drugs clearly still not worked through her delicate system yet. We're gonna have to go drinking, Diri thought with glee as she gently closed the door to the bedroom and tossed the towel back onto the rack, Probably be plastered after two shots! I wonder what sort of drunk she'd be? Looking back outside, Diri saw more and more people arrive at the beach, their excitement passing through the window and sorely tempting her to once again go rushing into the warm waters. Through what was nothing sort of a miracle in self-control on her part, she left the beach house again and walked up a cobblestone path through a small field of short, lush green grass to a larger building she figured would house the front desk. If poor Juni was going to sleep the day away, Diri figured she might as well try to get the poor spook some answers. Or at the very least get her a swimsuit of her own!

As she approached the building, Diri took a moment to count the credits in her pocket. Aside from the five grand she swiped from Dojo, or the Feds since they ultimately took the credits for themselves, she had an additional three thousand, just as was agreed upon. Though she was puzzled, Diri's attention was quickly diverted as she sensed a familiar presence. Walking through the doors into the main building, her eyes quickly gravitated towards the clerk standing behind the front counter. Smiling brightly, she approached and got a smile back from a pink skinned woman with white hair that had a slight purplish tinge to it. She was wearing a bikini top with a red and white floral pattern to it and a necklace made of bright yellow flowers with red and blue ones interspersed, a large orange bloom also tucked in her hair, held up by the stem tucked behind her ear.

"Ah, Miss Tiberia," the clerk began formally, "How have you been enjoying your stay here at Copabanana?"

Diri smiled naturally, as glad to see another Zeltron as the clerk was. "I've seen this place in travel holoads but never really thought I'd be here in person," she answered, looking around for a moment at the well decorated lobby, her voice having trailed off enough for the clerk to fill the gap with her name.

"Rachael. It must feel like a dream come true, you certainly partied hard on your first night here." That got Diri's attention and she looked back at the woman. If her expression hadn't hinted she was interested to remember the previous night, the surprise the clerk would have sensed did as she gestured to the door. "Yes, you and that human girl were checked in here last night by your friends." She laughed, adding with some amusement in her tone. "They had to carry the both of you to your beach house, you were completely out." She leaned forward, a move Diri could tell had been well practiced and used hundreds of times before, and dropped her voice a little. "Whatever you were on, let me know where you got it. I've got a party at my place this weekend and I could use something like that."

Diri sighed whimsically, shaking her head slightly. "Not this stuff you don't." Rachael frowned a little, taken aback slightly and Diri helped reinforce her words a little more, projecting a deep sense of regret to drive her point that she hadn't exactly come here of her own free will home. Normally she'd have no problem telling her what spice she had been on the previous night. Sadly, it wasn't spice, not this time. Steering the conversation on a slightly different track before any conclusions could be reached, she asked, "Did my friends happen to leave any messages or say where they were staying?"

"No, only that they paid for you and your other friend to stay five nights. Speaking of whom, where is she?"

"Still recovering from last night." Diri tilted her head back to indicate Juni was still back at the beach house. "Though I was hoping to find her friends before she came to. Big day ahead of us." She grinned despite her considerable understatement. "Do you remember what any of them looked like? We just met last night and, well, my memory is a little hazy."

"One of them was pretty big," Rachael began, a thoughtful look on her face. "Strong too, able to carry the two of you on either shoulder. The other man was human, had such a dreamy voice." A dreamy sigh escaped as a hopeful expression took form. "Where'd you find him?"

Looking somewhat bashful, Diri responded, "He found me actually. Anything else you can tell me?"

"Not really, they were both wearing floral shirts though. Then again, everyone around here is so I guess that's of no help to you there." Looking somewhat downcast, realizing she hadn't been of much help, Rachael desperately searched for something, anything that could redeem herself in the eyes of the customer. Diri saved her the trouble.

"Thanks, you've been a big help Rach." Diri's eyes drifted down to look at the outfit she wore. "I love that pattern, where'd you get it?"

Brightened up by the compliment, Rachael took a step back so Diri could get a better look at the outfit, lifting her arms above her head as though she were about to do a little sultry dance. "Thanks! I got it at Tiki Tom's, just out those doors and down the road into town!" Lowering her arms again, the two parted company with cheerful farewells and Diri wasted little time venturing into the small resort town. Loads of tourists were walking up and down the road, buildings on either side showing off their wares, mostly summer and tropic outfits though a few souvenir stands were set up among them. Diri could already feel the urge to spend her credits on an entire wardrobe swell within her. It was at that point she took stock of what she knew and what she had been left with. Her weapons were gone, as was her comlink. She quite literally only had the clothes on her back and eight thousand credits. If this had been Nal Hutta or any number of the more seedy places in the galaxy, she'd have felt isolated, alone and quite naked (and not in the good sense).

Why would the Feds dump her and Juni here? She was more used to being tossed into a ditch after being knocked out, tortured, interrogated and all that fun stuff. Either the Feds thought that was far too cliche or they're holding us captive here... But why? Don't they have an entire fleet devoted to being one big prison? Reaching Tiki Tom's, Diri's mind once again strayed away from her effort to make sense of the situation as the concern of finding a more suitable wardrobe took firm hold of her. If she was going to be some sort of prisoner at one of the choice vacation destinations in the galaxy than she was going to enjoy it and the first step to doing that was to wear what the locals wore. That alone was an undertaking, the wealth of choice she was presented with as all manner of swimsuits, summer outfits and attire lined the walls from floor to fifteen foot high ceiling. In the end, Diri decided upon a little white bikini with a lovely light blue floral pattern on it, though it has to be said she had probably tried on twenty other outfits before settling on this one, the others she'd remember about and think about buying later.

Exiting Tiki Tom's sporting her new outfit, her old outfit in a matching summer bag, Diri figured now was as good a time as any to complete the look, stopping into a salon where she hoped to pick up on any local gossip along with a change in hair colour to match the blue of her bikini. Unfortunately, as was typical of most resort towns, the grapevine didn't hold anything of value though the work the stylist did on her hair meant her time was far from wasted. Now I just need a gun and answers. Both of those would prove to be difficult to acquire, typically no one needed to purchase weapons on holidays and people didn't usually fish with blasters. Well, unless they live in the Corporate Sector.

Walking back after a quick tour of the area, Diri figured Juni had to be awake by now. Passing by the holograph office, she thought about getting in touch with Squeaks or Geoff as it'd be nice to have a ship to get away if things took a turn for the worse- which, given the fact she was here against her will, was bound to happen. As she approached, the office clerk, an elderly man wearing a floral shirt like near everyone else here, opened the door and quickly hung out a sign that read "out of order". He looked at the pink skinned woman who had stopped just feet away. "Sorry," he began with an apologetic look, "Seems the transceiver is out. Can't get a signal out or in." Diri sensed his bewildered feeling and caught him mutter, "And it was working just fine yesterday," before he disappeared back inside and out of sight.

Diri frowned a little, part of her wanting to think this wasn't coincidence. Ignoring it for now, confident that the man could get it working again if she didn't find an working comlink sooner, she returned to the beach house and to her delight, Juni was back on her feet, standing on the deck and staring out at the ocean. She was about to shout out a greeting when Diri noticed that Juni seemed out of sorts, her emotions were all garbled like she wasn't sure about something. Approaching, the spook's keen senses and training must have kicked in as she snapped her head to look at her. Smiling warmly, Diri said cheerfully, "Mornin' sleepyhead! Or afternoon rather."

Juni squinted, the bright afternoon sun combined with the bright pink sand as well as the pink woman before her assaulting her eyes in an unholy assault of outlandishness that almost threatened to blind her completely. She murmured a question about where they were and, more importantly, what had happened.

"We're on Copabanana, a resort world on the outskirts of the Inner Rim," Diri explained cheerfully, "Zeltrons often call this place Zeltros Two." Seeing Juni wasn't in the mood to hear an old theory that the first Zeltrons actually originated from this world and migrated to Zeltros for some unbeknownst reason, she put the summer bag down on the deck and leaned against the railing, her smile fading somewhat as she too was hoping to find some answers. "As for what happened..." Looking back at Juni, her green eyes searched for sign that Juni was simply testing her, Diri raised her shoulders just a little causing one of the straps on her bikini top to slide down just a tad. "I was hoping you could tell me, those were your fellow Feds after all." It was quickly obvious that Juni didn't have the answers, the feeling of barely suppressed surprised at what Diri was implying not lost on the Zeltron who saw past the pained expression, the migraine Juni was suffering not having completely gone away yet. Pushing her wouldn't net Diri anything except an unhappy and untrusting friend- if she could even call Juni that- and on a place like Copabanana, Diri could make a ton of friends sure, but none of them would have anything useful to offer except company and maybe a ticket off this world but that wouldn't help her unravel this mystery.

They stood in silence for a few moments, the sounds of children playing in the distance and waves lapping the shore the only thing from keeping this awkward moment from getting really weird. "Oh," Diri began, struck by an afterthought, "While you were recovering, I went into town and picked you up something!" Bending down, she fished around in the bag for a moment before standing back up and presenting Juni with a swimsuit she had bought. "I didn't know what colour you liked but I've sized enough people up in my life that it should fit!"
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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2013-04-27 02:49

Missing agents was seldom anything new, they either got captured, killed, went rogue or just on an unannounced vacation. Crystala regarded the others calmly. "Do we have any active listening posts in the region?"

The holographic agent shook his head. "We do, but they only detected the carrier's movement. No shuttles or other vessels passed by that they could detect." Which essentially meant whatever ship the agent and mercenary were on was invisible to the listening post's sensors. Or, more worrisome, someone working the data feeds tampered with the signals and erased any sign of a ship's passing.

"Investigate the operators working around the time they disappeared and see if the records were tampered with. In the meantime, run a check of where all registered vessels were reported to be and look for any anomalies." If it was the former, the identification of ships would help narrow down the possibilities, especially since only a handful of ships in the NIF were capable of evading detection by the numerous listening posts in and around Federation space. Otherwise, if it was a mole, there'd be one less person stabbing the NIF in the back later.

"I'll see what I can turn up ma'am," the agent nodded curtly before the holo flickered and then faded altogether.

Saarael shook his head slowly. "Either way, if this is the Commissariat, their ships aren't registered on any Federation database excepting maybe whatever blackest black list exists and a mole wouldn't be able to help narrow our search if they left NIF space."

Crystala's grey eyes reflected her thoughts. He was right, on both counts. Whatever database existed regarding the Commissariat and it's personnel and resources, it was off limits even to her. Odds were the Supreme Commander, Master Wesiri, didn't even have access rights to those files either and hacking the Emperor's personal databanks was worse than treason. Unless someone from the outside could hack past innumerable firewalls, the most sophisticated AI known in the galaxy all while being hardwired to the terminal or access point, Crystala had only three people who stood a marginal chance of success, and of those, two were already affiliated with the ISIS and NIF so it wouldn't take much for anyone to realize who had authorized the hack. Though she wanted answers, she very much doubted the Emperor would appreciate his private files being looked at. I could just ask, she thought. Then again, if she could do that, the Commissariat would be a lot easier to take down.

"We'll just have to hope that we get some sort of clue." Picking up a datapad, Crystala reviewed the dossiers on the two abductees. "Start running a transaction trace using the Zeltron's name and known aliases." Seeing Saarael's eyebrow raise up, Crystala smiled just a hair as she spoke through yellow hues, "Turns out she's something of a shopaholic."
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-05-02 00:25

"Di...ri..." Juni mumbled. That name just seemed right, the appropriate match, as though from some training scenario.

Juni had listened to the zeltron, and tried to make any sense of it. Her thinking felt rather clouded, despite the time that must have already passed.

"Co...pa...ba...na...na?" Juni mumbled, any other words she was trying to mumble were barely intelligible, though whether it was a genuine incite or a side effect of the drugs, who could say?

"She's been through a lot, please don't vex her." Diri heard from behind her. Turning back towards the beach house, she saw a young woman of about her age. The woman had a white sundress on, and a rather large straw sun hat complete with a pink bow. Further details revealed her to be a blond, with green eyes, and a rather picturesque face, which perfectly suited the rest of her body.

"Well, don't just stand there. I'll help Juni back in, if you'd like to help Lex with dinner." The woman said, coming down to the beach, and put her hat on Juni. From that angle, Diri could see her hair was rather straight, and in a few braids. Juni could feel her as she touched her arm, so soft. Probably from her still rather drugged state, Juni didn't resist and went back into the beach house with her, leaving Diri out on the beach.

When Diri finally entered the beach house, she smelled what might have been garlic. Walking into the kitchen, she saw the woman referred to as "Lex", a brunette with similar features to Juni, making pasta and some white sauce for it. Lex had rather bright eyes, and while perhaps her features were more attractive than not, she was much more plain in comparison to the blonde. Still, she was dressed for the occasion, with clothing that were similar to what Diri had picked out earlier while shopping.

"Hey Diri. Would you mind preparing the bread?" Lex asked, motioning to a side table where a loaf of bread was still in the packaging.

"I hope Cami wasn't too hard on you. She can be a bit rough at times, especially when it comes to Juni." Lex said, in a rather motherly tone as she worked at finishing the sauce. The smell of the sauce brought back memories from a long time ago, from Zeltron perhaps, she wasn't exactly sure of it, but the smell at least seemed familiar....
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-02 14:27

It wasn't often Diri was taken by surprise, being able to sense the emotions of people nearby was like that with the most obvious telltale sign that someone was about to gank her being the overwhelming sense of murder bleeding off the person like a fowl odour that burned ones throat. Whoever this other woman was, it seemed her predominant feeling was one of concern directed entirely at Juni. Placing the swimsuit back in the bag, Diri followed the two women into the house and was further surprised to spot another stranger preparing a meal of some sort. Go away for five minutes and someone else walks in like they own the place... Diri thought, failing to realize it had been more like two hours since she had departed the beach house. Regardless of the time that elapsed, the Zeltron was certain something was amiss but lacked that one piece of vital information to pinpoint exactly what it was. Part of her wanted to think the Feds had sent a couple of spies to keep on eye on them during their stay here. If that was the case, then why? What did the possibly have to gain by leaving one of their own agents and a merc who seldom gave a flying frak about much beyond credits and the pursuit of happiness?

Unless I'm thinking about this entirely in the wrong direction, Diri puzzled as she hung the bag on the hook and looked at Lex, unable to help but wonder if she and Juni were related in some way due to their similar looks. This is making absolutely no sense. Nodding at the request to prepare the bread, Diri put her seldom used culinary skills to use as Lex spoke again. Listening intently, she now had the final name needed to at least identify these newcomers, and from the sounds of it, she couldn't help but wonder if this was Juni's family. The idea was swiftly dismissed however, Diri finding nothing to support the sequence of events between what happened on the carrier and now.

Putting on a light-hearted smile, Diri shrugged. "Don't worry about it. There are a lot of rougher people in the galaxy that make Cami seem like a peaceful Ithorian by comparison." The words were true enough, though Diri stopped herself short of adding she had the displeasure of having encountered a lot of those beings (both the rougher people and the Ithorians who always seemed too dull and dry for her liking). Finishing slicing the bread into nearly equal slices, she buttered them up and looked over at the simmering pasta while at the same time trying to draw a bead on Lex. The woman was calm and focused on her task, making sure the food came out perfectly. There was also a tiny bit of concern though whether it was for the food or directed towards Juni, Diri's empathy only told her the feeling was there, not who it was directed on, though there were ways to find out.

"I didn't know you were coming," Diri put in casually, the easy-going smile remaining as she finished buttering the last slice of bread and placing it into a lined wicker basket. "I wouldn't have gone into town had I been expecting company."

"I figured you'd have wanted to poke around and find yourself something a little more local to wear," Lex said, looking up from the thickening pasta sauce that was absolutely mouth watering. "And I didn't want you to go out of your way to try and entertain us when it should be the other way around."

Though Diri shrugged a little sheepishly, a well-practiced gestured, she quickly surmised several disturbing facts. First, and foremost, both the strangers treated her as though they had met before. Humans weren't always known for their memories, especially when it came to meeting someone and then running into them again years later, unless that person made a really strong impression the first time around, or had some real standing out characteristic that would forever stick in their memories. Zeltrons, on the other hand, didn't suffer from that, always able to remember those they met and Diri knew she hadn't met Lex or Cami before in her life. Yet the two of them seemed perfectly casual about their interactions with her, giving rise to a twinge of doubt in her head that maybe they had met before.

The other points was the timing of everything which just seemed off and the way Cami had come out so unexpectedly yet without raising any alarm in the back of Diri's head. Juni still seemed to be a bit out of sorts, probably still trying to recover from the remnants of the knock-out agent slowly filtering out of her system and before Diri could try to help jar her memory, Cami appeared. So if I was to hazard a guess, I'd wager the Feds hired actors to play the part that they're to be Juni's family, doing whatever they need to to keep us guessing. She'd probably have been better off replacing "actors" with "agents" but there was little difference in Diri's mind and she usually equated agents as typically wearing typical spy clothes and carrying blasters, which, in this case neither Cami or Lex seemed to possess, unless they were hidden somewhere not on their person. Or unless Lex has some sort of cybernetic storage implant, Diri thought, recalling that some of the surgeons were surprisingly creative when it came to upgrading people. It still didn't answer the biggest question: what was their motive, their goal? If they were after keeping them from doing or saying something, a blaster bolt to the back of the head was a lot more efficient than this convoluted scheme. The only thing Diri could think of was that they, whoever "they" were, were stalling for time.

"That should do it," Lex said at last before Diri could finalize her thoughts and ask some clarifying questions. "Cami, Juni, lunch is ready!"

It wasn't often Diri felt out of place, there had been hundreds of times she was the only pink-skinned woman at an event, standing out like a Wookiee in a Twi'lek dance party. In this instance, however, she felt distinctly at odds with what was going on as Cami and Juni emerged from one of the bedrooms, Cami shooting the Zeltron a quick warning glare that hinted strongly not to bother Juni while Juni herself looked even worse for wear than she did back at the beach. Lex, appearing completely oblivious to Juni's worse state, lifted the pot of pasta and carried it to the table, asking, "Could you get the sauce?"

"Sure," Diri said, once again falling back on her easy-going, carefree attitude that had so well served her over the years. It certainly smelled tasty and she was hungry now that she thought about it and the urge to sample it first was kept in check only by the fact she still felt Cami's eyes on her. Carrying the pot, she looked at the woman, smiling with the unspoken "like what you see?" way. Twisting the knife just a little more, Diri said, "Had I known you were coming, I'd have picked one up for you too." She ignored the fact that Cami could have already had one on under the sundress and was just opting to not strut around with only a swimsuit on. The ultimate hyprocricy in that case... Ah Humans, never ceasing to amuse me.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-05-04 07:21

Cami laughed. Not a cute, or something that might anyways pass for normal. No, this one seemed completely off. There was something in that laugh, that almost made Diri's blood go cold. Perhaps it wasn't the laugh so much, as the context behind the laugh, that the inappropriateness of the laugh which would normally be used for humor would be used there.

Diri was focusing on Cami, but had she been paying closer attention to Lex, who was sitting down next to Juni, she might have noticed her clenching her fist, hard enough to cause pain and some slight skin discoloration. Lex had started reflexively to Cami's behavior. Lex's feelings were of exasperation, perhaps equally at Cami and the situation she found herself in. As far as she knew, Lex and Cami had been acquaintances of sorts, hired recently to handle a task that should have been simple enough. Admittedly, she had her doubts how much she really knew about it. A few things didn't add up, and she wasn't exactly happy about it, but she had a feeling she was too far in to walk away from it all.

Juni herself was probably too drugged out to understand what was going on, or otherwise be bothered by Diri and Cami. This was probably just as well, as far as Lex was concerned. Still, perhaps there was more to her than her rather drugged out appearance would suggest. She was led to believe that she was going to be keeping an eye on some people, to protect them from, well, it wasn't really worth thinking over the details, but suffice it didn't include that one would be kept drugged out of her mind.

"Care for some bread, Juni?" Lex asked quietly, in her rather motherly tone.

"Yes." Juni replied, after a few moments of hesitation.

Lex got one of the buttered pieces, and handed it to Juni's outstretched hand. Juni's rather drugged state became rather apparent, as she fumbled on the way, and knocked her glass of water over. As Diri hadn't yet brought over the food, that was spared, but the place settings were rather wet, and quite a bit of of the ice water ended up on Juni.

The commotion was perhaps just enough, as it drew Cami's attention away from her ego competition with Diri. Diri could make out a 'heh' out of her, making fun of Juni's plight. She slid back from the table, away from the water that was slowly approaching her, rather than try to help clean it up like Lex. Cami could make out that the rather dilated pupils of Juni's eyes contacted slightly, but still not quite to where they probably should have been....
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Agent V was a veteran of sorts. He wasn't a part of ISIS until recently, and was one of the few senior members of the old ISB who was folded into ISIS. By just taking a look at him, it seemed a wonder that he was given as much freedom to walk about as he had, probably for political reasons, as no one in ISIS could really be sure exactly where his loyalties might lie, whether it be with ISIS or the Commissariat.

"Madam Director, we've traced a transaction from the account back to the resort world of Copabanana. It appears that Diri Tiberia used the credits for a direct transaction for what appears to be swim wear." an agent reported aloud to the Director General.

"Why would they abduct them, and then leave them out in the open like that?" someone asked, what was perhaps a stupid question.

Fortunately, someone had the bright idea to feed the information into OSIRIS in order to hopefully get the answer. Unfortunately, in the rather bland, emotionless, unwavering tone, OSIRIS didn't bring back certainty either. A 62% chance that it was a show of capability. A fairly boring thing if you'd ask him, as the suggestion of a show of capability was only important if one would correctly interpret the signs. The 35% chance of it being a trap wasn't all that interesting either. There were far more effective ways of making a point to the ISIS leadership about the spat between them and the Commissariat, so he discounted that possibility. The 3% of other causes suggested wasn't all that informative either. Other was such a broad category.

The commenting back and forth which the OSIRIS report garnered wasn't exactly what he'd consider professional, but who was he to judge? ISIS was a lot more effective than II, or dare he admit it, ISB was, if perhaps the professionalism was lacking at times.

"Madam Director, have you considered that they might be trying to mess with your head? Mind games can be rather effective for putting one off balance, wouldn't you agree?" Agent V said, in a rather rehearsed vocal tone. He had learned it before, and it had served him well for so many years. Why would he stop now?

The door Chime alerted the rather incongruous group of females at the dinner table that they had company. After all, even though it had been scarcely an hour, if that, since Diri had used the credit chip tied to a known account for shopping purposes, and was tied to a section of Copabanana, a trace that was completed within minutes. Then, taking a few agents who were relatively nearby to that part of Copabanana was accomplished just under twenty minutes, even though their entry wasn't the most discrete of methods. From there, with some credits and smooth talking, they had managed to find some people who recognized Diri, and one woman who also recognized what might have been Juni. That, in no small part accomplished with a few credits, a rather suave (almost Canadian) personality, and perhaps a bit of luck. That accomplished in about half an hour. Then, the matter of hopping on a speeder to the beach house, left the small ISIS team at the door in under an hour from Diri making the purchase.

After the chime rang a few times, Alen stood behind his partner, in a dress that seemed rather ill suited to a beach setting, part of not really having had time to change. Then again, perhaps the professional look was better, for other purposes. His Partner, Scherise, was in a somewhat fancy cocktail dress, that seemed slightly overdressed for the occasion, and the black suit he had on seemed rather to give the impression of a body guard, especially since he had on a pair of black shades. The third agent, a rather typical Twi'lek named Rina, was dressed in more typical Twi'lek dress, which was fine as far as his preferences went. He didn't know all that much about her, but she was perhaps fun to be around.

Cami was the one who came and checked the door, and was perhaps a bit frightened by the appearance of what was probably a rather armed and ready for business group at the door. Alen let Scherise do all the talking, preferring to do his best to look intimidating, perhaps something that was rather unnatural for him given the nature of his normal assignments.

"I wasn't expecting company so soon...."

"I do my best to show up early. You know that." Scherise said. Alen was sure they hadn't met before, but who knows.

"Please come in," Cami said, as she turned back in towards the Kitchen. Cami wasn't stupid enough to try taking on all three alone, and she didn't want to involve the local law enforcement either, as there would probably be questions over Juni at the very least. And besides, maybe Diri might play nice for once, and help her and Lex deal with these...people.

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Post by Crystala Endivain » 2013-05-13 03:22

It was a possibility, but Crystala looked anything but convinced as she thought about it more. "Perhaps, but if that's the case, they're going through a lot of trouble to do that, and that's even assuming they know this whole thing reached me in the first place." In truth, agents went missing or off the grid on an almost hourly basis and while Crystala would be informed of the more high profile operatives disappearing, seldomly would she be informed about the rank and file, or freelancers for that matter. She thought for a long moment before dismissing another thought. If this was some sort of smoke and mirrors ploy, it begged the question: where should she be looking?

Regardless of the mind games and illusions, something nagged in the back of her mind, and it was more than simply the Force warning her of approaching danger, it was intuition as well. "We're missing something here," she muttered after a long moment's pause. "Where is Dojo Lrishnemm?"

A couple of the agents exchanged glances before one answered decisively, "Being interrogated aboard the Black Sun."

Crystala's eyes shifted to look at the agent who spoke, red starting to creep into them. "And where is the Black Sun right now?" she asked in a voice that betrayed a sinister desire to find the person who overlooked the one now obvious detail. The agent's blood suddenly ran cold as he feared it might well be him next on the not-so-proverbial chopping block as he quickly reached for his comlink and got on the channels to try and get in touch with the vessel. Already suspecting the worst, Crystala looked at Saarael and said under her breath to him, "Order the vessel be locked down pending investigation." He nodded and swiftly carried out the orders, departing the room for the sake of issuing the order in person via holographic display.

Barely a minute later and the first agent returned, the look on his face already confirming her worst suspicions. "Ma'am, Dojo has been released from custody and has departed the Black Sun." He was clearly expecting her to snap because he flinched visibly when she looked away, the uneasy silence that filled the room making him start to sweat.

"Find out who issued the release order." Her tone was calm, though the redness in her irises had only deepened.

Swallowing hard, the agent hazarded an additional question despite the tensions in the room. "And of the smuggler?"

Looking back at the agent, Crystala frowned. "I very much doubt he authorized his own release." If there had been any doubts about how to handle the escaped Rodian, Crystala dismissed them with that blunt statement, leaving little question as to the direction the investigation was to follow. The agent saluted and swiftly departed, leaving her with a monumental task ahead of them as the maze of intrigue continued to span deeper into the depths of the impenetrable shadows.

Two minutes passed before her comlink buzzed. Lifting it up, Crystala answered plainly, "Good to see you're still willing to honour our agreement Mister Lrishnemm."
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Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-14 03:31

The addition of several more people made an already awkward lunch gathering seem even more out of place than ever, at least in Diri's mind as she looked at the newest additions to the small beach house and caught herself wondering where the dancing Wookiee in a pink tutu and clown speeder were at. Probably improve things a fair bit actually, she thought, cracking a smile at the thought of a Wookiee dancing about in a pink dress. Her amusement didn't last long as she sensed a lot of unease from Lex and Cami who seemed a bit surprised at the sudden arrivals who were all visibly armed and trying to look the part of locals but failed miserably in Diri's eyes who was used to telling a tourist from a long time resident from a person born and raised in a particular locale.

Glancing at Lex, she caught the woman's eyes and quickly got the feeling that Lex expected the Zeltron to somehow deal with their unexpected guests. As far as I'm concerned, just about everyone here is an unwelcome guest. It wasn't often Diri thought that way, but given the situation she was finding herself in, it was easy to excuse her distinct lack of easygoingness. Getting to her feet, Diri thought about her options, trying to weigh the pros and cons of each as Cami brushed past, a little too close for comfort in her mind but Cami probably felt it necessary to assert her dominance and remind Diri of that fact, as though her expression and palpable aura of understated arrogance wasn't already plain to see.

Despite her best efforts, Diri found herself tossing every option out the window in favour of her preferred method: winging it. She could scarcely depend upon these new visitors any more than the other two women who had appeared out of no where and judging by the way they were acting, she felt pretty confidant this was all part of some elaborate Fed scheme and she neither cared nor wanted to know what it was all about. Smiling brilliantly to the new arrivals, Diri said in a cheerful tone, "Please, help yourselves to some pasta and bread. I'll just go fetch some extra chairs from another room." The words came out so naturally that Lex and Cami might think Diri had arranged this all along as she disappeared into an adjoining room to grab some extra seats. That was the advantage of going ad lib, everything just flowed and it meant she didn't have to try and adhere to some rigidly inflexible plan that would invariably get broken the instant someone took three steps instead of two.

As she walked past the guests, she glanced back at them, hoping to find something of value on any of them she might be able to use. They were all armed, which was both good and bad. So far as she could tell, neither Lex nor Cami were packing blasters so even if Diri managed to take one, there'd still be two of them with guns and they'd be pointed at her pretty quick. If I could take one however, I could just fire a shot wide into the air which would summon some sort of help and make things either a hell of a lot worse, or marginally better... As comforting as a having a blaster would be, Diri couldn't be sure what other surprises were lying in wait for her.

Picking up a pair of folding chairs from a side room, Diri started to walk back to the dining room where, to little surprise, the guests were maintaining a careful distance from the table. The Twi'lek glanced over at her as she returned and Diri maintained her natural, easygoing smile. "Don't be shy. I don't bite... Unless you want me to." She winked, the innuendo packed statement breaking whatever final reservations they had to join around the table for a nice meal. Placing the chairs down and unfolding them, she turned back to the kitchen and walked to the cupboard to fetch some additional glasses.

"I didn't make enough for everyone," Lex was quick to point out though Diri continued on as though she didn't hear.

"Just give them my portion. I already got a quick bite to eat in town." It was a lie of course and truth be told, Diri could use something to eat, not to mention a stiff drink, maybe even something as fowl as brandy. Given her lack of trust to the two girls already at the table- and no love being lost for the others as well- she wasn't entirely sure if whatever had been made was safe for consumption for Diri would claim she had reached her weekly quota for being drugged up. "Besides, last I checked, the room was rented in my name so technically, I'm the host here." Diri glanced back at the table and saw no one was going to refute that claim.

"We're not really here to eat," the Twi'lek confessed, her lekku twitching a little though Diri had yet to really discern what each twitch and minute flick actually meant. Some spacers, particularly the card playing ones, said the movements were caused in much the same manner as human facial tics when they were trying to bluff but so far no real pattern had ever been established to give credit to the theory. In the end, Diri just took it as a sign that something was up and its context depended entirely on the situation. "We just have a few questions."

With a carefully balanced stack of plates, bowls, cutlery and cups in one hand, Diri made her way back to the table. "Well, it's my experience that a few questions turns into a few more and before you know it, the entire evening is gone." Placing a setting in front of each of the three armed individuals, Diri added with a laugh, "And I'd rather not see this food go to waste either, not after Lex here slaved away for hours preparing it and Cami went through all the trouble to prepare the bread."

That got a quick look from Cami who really hadn't expected Diri to just drop their names so haphazardly like that. Diri didn't skip a beat however as she set down the last of the cups and said with genuine surprise, "Oh, how thoughtless of me. Here I am telling you about us and we didn't even go through proper introductions. I'm Diri." There was almost no point in trying to hide her identity, if these were the Feds, they'd either know that already or be able to find out really quickly and if there was one advantage of being a Zeltron, it was that, barring one major exception, people didn't often treat her as an enemy for very long so there was little point in making up some fancy alias.

Gesturing to the only other woman already present, and was looking a lot worse for wear, Diri finished, "And that there is Juni." Taking her place at last, Diri could feel the seething contempt coming from Cami and if there had been actual substance behind the venomous look she was getting from her, she'd probably be riddled with stab wounds from all the daggers her eyes were throwing out. Lex was a lot more composed but it was taking some effort to maintain an expression of feigned interest in their guests as they introduced themselves.

With that out of the way, Diri wasted no time as she looked at each of them in turn, having picked her spot at the table carefully enough to be between the Twi'lek and Lex, ready to rush to the aid of whoever proved to be the more trustworthy of the two groups of strangers. So long as Juni remained somewhat doped up and as incapable of even defending herself as she seemed right now, Diri figured it would come down to either a lopsided fight against her or a total rout in her favour. "So, if I may ask, what brings you three all the way out to Copabanana?"
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Post by Alen » 2013-05-15 02:55

As Scherise protested being provided with food and Alen dodged the question about what they were doing here, the Twi'lek had other things on her mind. Cami didn't seem all that interested in eating, probably being more concerned about the unexpected newcomers. The Twi'leki girl walked over in front of her, and put her hand in front of her face, in what would normally have been construed as a rather rude behavior. Moving slightly, she moved her hand onto Cami's arm, and Alen could see her recoil at it.

"What are you doing?" Cami exclaimed at the Twi'lek, turning a bit red in the process.

The Twi'lek produced a small hold out blaster. She patted Cami on the head in a rather patronizing manner, while in little more than a whisper said to her "Amateur." Alen admittedly couldn't completely rule out that it was sleight of hands the first time based on sight alone, but he knew it was sleight of hands the second time, where the hold out blaster seemingly disappeared in her hand. Cami stared at her hand in disbelief, and left the insult unanswered.

The Twi'lek started giggling like a school girl, before chiming in again, "What, too fast for you? Care to see it again?" Almost instantly, the small holdout blaster seemingly materialized in her hand again, and in a flash was gone again.

Turning away from Cami, before Diri realized it the blaster was flying toward her. "I trust you with it more than her." She said, before turning back to Cami. Of Course, Alen was aware of the technique in progress. First things first, she put her hand in her face, in a deliberately rude gesture in order to put Cami off balance. Then he went for the obvious location of the blaster, in a deliberate move for a rather calculated effect. The rest really to try to upset her, and then passing the blaster to Diri in order to give her a chance, and now the finale. The Twi'lek took her wrist, and pressed inside before producing another weapon, this time a small vibroblade. "It seems there are plenty of surprises with you. Mind if I check for any more?" She said, turning back to Alen.

Again, another calculated gesture to take attention away from Scherise, who was subtly checking Juni's responses. Alen wasn't sure if Diri noticed, but if she was, she was doing a good job at hiding it. Lex probably noticed, given how much attention she was providing the girl. "Go for it." Alen said.

Turning to get a better look at Lex and Diri, Alen watched through the corner of his eye as the Twi'lek led a now unnaturally pale Cami out of the room. He wasn't really surprised it worked. Given what he knew, he was expecting that whoever Cami and Lex were, they were probably just mercenaries, and intended to be rather disposable. He honestly doubted they had much useful information on them, but if anyone could draw any useful intel out of them, it would be Crystala. "Now where were we?"

"We were discussing how lovely of a meal Cami and Lex had prepared." Scherise intoned, with her imperial accent now somewhat more pronounced. Alen watched as Lex recoiled some at the suggestion.

"Of course, before we go on, we didn't come empty handed." Alen said, as he produced a bottle of Corellian white wine, one of the 3 year vintages. While by accident at having selected one that would probably go well with the sauce, Alen wasn't about to give that away, if he could help it.

"Why thank dear." Lex said, finally recomposing herself as she took the bottle to glance over the label. She knew it wasn't exactly a cheap wine, but it wasn't expensive by any measure. Still, Lex was getting nervous at how things were progressing, and she had a feeling this little charade would be ending sooner rather than later.

With Cami out of the picture, Lex moved the portion that was for her over to Diri, with a slight smile, and moved the conversation towards small talk. The Pasta was delicious, and the sauce superb. The wine, while good, probably didn't quite measure up to the rest of the meal.

After a few awkward minutes of small talk, the Twi'lek returned with Cami, whose ego seemed to have found a new low. "You wouldn't believe the swim suit she had on. What, did she think she was like 12?" the now rather perky Twi'lek girl said with much amusement. Behind her, Cami wouldn't meet anyone's glances, instead looking at the floor, seemingly wanting to find a place to hide but being afraid of doing so. Clearly, the Twi'lek had managed to take control of the situation, at least with her, all too easy.

Meanwhile, aboard the Intimidator...

"Sir, I'm sorry to wake you at this hour, but we have a situation developing on one of our carriers. It appears that they were requested by ISIS to play host to a mission involving a freelancer. After taking about an agent, the freelancer, and a known criminal. Well, the criminal was apparently going to be let go, when the CO had him arraigned for transfer to detcon per Imperial Military law. Now it gets worse. It might not have been an ISIS group, we don't know, but it appears that the intelligence group that requisitioned our ship is affiliated with the Commissariat. They had the CO arrested, and have left the ship with our Officer, and allowed the Criminal to go free on the freighter that the ISIS team came on." An officer said over the comms to Grand Admiral McFini, who had been peacefully sleeping.

For a moment, McFini thought he heard DeCoverly over the comms, but as the voice became clearer, he recognized it as RADM Thorne, a newer flag officer assigned to the 3rd fleet, if only temporarily. After some thinking, McFini asked, "Where are they now?" still sounding a bit groggy.

"We don't know sir. We are still working on it."

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-05-16 01:37

Juni could feel the cold water against her skin. It was a strong sensation, and somehow it didn't hurt as much to try to think about it? As she tried to concentrate, she felt what perhaps could be described as a spiking pain. Perhaps thinking wasn't for the best right now.

Lex coming around with her mothering attitude perhaps allowed Juni some respite from being left to such a point. Perhaps the pain left her unsettled, probably a byproduct of her conditioning. Something screamed at her, as her mind went through knots, as first grasped her temples with her hands, and pressed some, creating a degree of physical pain.

The woman, Lex, still tried to help, as far as she could tell, but something in her mind, as though from a distance was screaming at her. Lex managed to get her hands off of her temples, lest she accidentally scratch herself, and started hugging her.

She tried to focus on what came as though distantly within her mind, what warnings there were, but somehow, that seemed drowned out by the softness of Lex. She looked up, into Lex's eyes, and thought she could feel pity within them. Her mind soon started screaming at her yet again, and she futily tried tolet herself try to relax.

After what seemed like hours, though probably only moments, she heard the knock at the door, and she watched with an almost dazed look as several individuals showed up at the door. She wasn't sure what to think.

While most of the others were following the Twi'lek and Cami, Juni was watching the female human agent, who seemed to have a high interest in her. After struggling to go through the paces of some reflex testing, and with obviously slow vision and problems concentrating on anything. The woman took her hand, and after what felt like a slight sting, the woman softly whispered to her "You're cold." and began rubbing her hands some. It was true, her hands, really just about everything felt cold, and the heat felt, well it felt....

"Hmm, Apparently everything from Bavo Six to Loquasin, and some trace amounts of Lotiramine and a few similar drugs. Is there anything you'd like to say on the matter?" the woman asked Lex, as Diri was setting out the food.

"What?" Lex replied, showing a bit of surprise for the first time, before noticing that the woman was apparently armed for the first time, and probably wouldn't be against using it if need be.

"Oh yes." the woman said, revealing a small blood scanner. "Given the amount of Loquasin, with small amounts Lotiramine, I'd guess you interrogated her recently. What were you doing with her?"

"No, I was only hired to keep an eye on the two of them as they recovered. I don't know...."

"Anything?" the Woman said with an evil smile, before continuing in a bright cheery voice loud enough for the others in the room to hear, "This looks like a delightfully lovely meal. Many thanks." Lex seemed to gulp some in apprehension. What had she gotten herself into?

"Madam Director, we've just received a priority report from the field. The team Agent V moved in has located both of our lost sheep. The agent appears to be heavily drugged. There were two unknown individuals protecting them, and they appear to have managed to resolved that confrontation. Agent K reports that one of the unknowns is subdued, and believes that the other is under control, and...."

"Are they ready for transport?" Agent V interrupted. The feeling was that by bringing them in might allow things to now grow out of hand, especially as ISIS would be able to control the situation better.

"I don't know sir."

"The sooner we can get them back to ISIS, the better."

The Agent looked at him, then to Crystala. "Madam Director?"
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-16 02:35

There was a lot that wasn't adding up for Diri but she kept her frustration in check, noting that the tension was only growing worse and it was really chafing her style. With the holdout still in her hand, Diri wondered how she could gain some leverage briefly before an opportunity presented itself. The Twi'lek was busy with Cami, the other newcomer was busy with Juni who was still out of it which left the last guest, who seemed to be in charge of the group if the Twi'lek's request for permission to search Cami was indication of anything, reasonably isolated. Taking advantage of the fact that she was able to set the food down, Diri positioned herself advantageously behind him while still maintaining view of everyone else.

"It does look like a lovely meal," Diri admitted before the holdout blaster was up suddenly and pointed at the man's back. "But I think it'll have to wait for a moment because I never did enjoy eating with so many unanswered questions."

The Twi'lek reacted, drawing her own blaster by reflex only to suddenly be jumped upon by Cami who took advantage of the distraction Diri created, getting some measure of revenge as she wrestled the Twi'lek down to the floor through judicious use of underhanded tactics like gripping and pulling hard on the poor alien's braintails. It was a fairly short lived fight, surprisingly but as Cami reached for the blaster on the floor that had been liberated, Diri fired a warning shot that landed neatly between the gun and Cami's hand.

"Sorry sug, but to be frank, I don't trust you either." Cami hissed and though it meant Diri now had nearly an entire room turning against her, she maintained her stance and pointed the gun back at the leader of the group, maintaining her distance so he couldn't spin around suddenly and smack the gun out of her hand. He could try, but so far he seemed to be more concerned with maintaining his composure and not giving her any outward signs to clue her into what he was thinking. Sadly, he couldn't control his inward signs.

"We're here to help," the woman tending to Juni said with every ounce of sincerity she could put behind those words. "It's those two you should be questioning, not us."

A wry smile appeared on Diri's face. "See, halfwit actors I can deal with, but I can tell you three are a cut above the rest and that makes you all the more suspicious." Endearing herself to anyone here was the furthest thing from Diri's mind and Diri could tell they were stalling for time, probably to get a firmer grasp on the situation, maybe catch her off balance. Whatever the case, Diri wouldn't be able to keep all of them in check if they all acted at once. "So, why did the Feds kidnap me and Juni?"

There was a long pause, too long for Diri's liking and she was about to fire her blaster just to get their attention when the sound of shattering glass caught everyone's attention. The sound was immediately followed by several dull thuds and the sound of several objects rolling on the floor. Diri knew she had just enough time to jump behind the only solid object she had for cover, the island that divided the kitchen from the dining room as several flashbangs went off in rapid succession. Despite closing her eyes, the blinding flashes still managed to sear her retinas so when she opened her eyes, all she saw was white for several sounds, her ears ringing harshly.

Oh frack no, I'm not getting kidnapped twice in one kriffing day! she thought, pointing her holdout blaster in the direction she figured would be the front door and snapped off several shots from the tiny weapon. Blinking several times, her vision started to return, the ringing giving way to the sound of blaster fire. Twisting around, she saw the table was already upturned to form a makeshift barrier, the woman tending to Juni on top of the poor girl as though she were trying to smother her, a large blaster pistol in her hand. The man she had her blaster pointed at only moments ago was snapping off several shots at their attackers. Lex was lying on the ground, covering her head and whimpering while Cami and the Twi'lek were already resuming their little scrap for the dropped blaster pistol and it looked like a fight Cami was winning on account of her death grip on the Twi'lek's lekku.

Looking over at the front door, she just caught a glimpse of an ominous figure, an all-black stormtrooper. Diri had seen plenty of white ones but had heard loads of stories about the black ones who were, supposedly, the cream of the crop, highly trained and skilled commandos who actually could hit the dorsal side of a Star Destroyer if they flew into it. However, Diri also knew the only people who employed such soldiers was the Federation, so of course shooting them would get her in deeper bantha poodoo than if she showed the commandos she was with the Feds and took care of the stupid interlopers.

She pointed her blaster at the man firing back and the woman smothering poor Juni had just enough time to yell, "ALEN!" before Diri pulled the trigger.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Alen » 2013-05-16 04:55

Black Stormtroopers? Why did it have to be black? He recognized the armor pattern well enough. Durasteel laced for extra durability, and a cloaking system. Shooting at them wouldn't do much good, except for lucky shots. But why weren't they storming into the dining room? There had to be a reason, right? As with that armor, against the agents they'd probably have a cakewalk?

He considered that he saw 9 so far, but there could be more of them. Many more of them. He knew a second ISIS team was moving into the area, and probably a third. Was this a trap for the other teams, or for them?

Alen heard his name called out by Scherise, and turned to see the Zeltron named Diri aiming a blaster at him. Alen had just enough time to hit the deck, and avoid the shot, but he doubted he'd have enough time for a second shot. Fortunately, he didn't have to, as Scherise managed to get a warning shot off at Diri, buying him enough time to get back to his feet.

Turning to the Twi'lek, he saw her holding the vibrodagger to the throat of the blond, Cami, who had successfully reached the the blaster first. Alen knew enough anatomy to know that she probably wouldn't have been able to fire the blaster that was in her rather messed up arm, but enough of that. Alen fired a bolt, set on stun, into the side of the girl. Cami fell backwards, and the Twi'lek quickly retrieved the blaster, though clearly worse for wear and tear than before.

Perhaps his curiosity was still piqued, but answers were less forthcoming. He heard a clanging, followed by bright green smoke billowing from what were probably smoke grenades. He knew they could have ended it much more effectively with gas grenades, but why not? He glanced back at Juni, thinking through what kind of drugs that were still in her system. Were they taking steps to avoid that? Or was it a trap for the other team? Or were they trying to herd them into a trap?

Alen didn't have much time to think, but then again there was the zeltron. Glancing back, he doubted she had many shots left, given that all she had was a hold out blaster. She probably wouldn't be a problem unless she found something. Still, he didn't care to deal with her now. Moving quickly, and grabbing the nearest of the three smoke grenades that had been lobbed into the room, he tossed it back towards Diri.

Moving quickly, he helped the Twi'lek up, as Scherise got Juni up. With Scherise helping Juni along behind them, far slower than he could move and given that the Twi'lek they were working with hadn't yet recovered from the fight with Cami, he moved ahead to scout out where they could go. Finding more smoke billowing from most of the rooms he crossed, he had a feeling that they were cut off. As expected, given the mission briefing. Evac was needed, and he briefly considered his options. Going through the SmartChrono, he could tell that most lines for communications were jammed, but he had a few that he knew might work. Glancing back, he saw that the Twi'lek had drug Cami with them, while the other unknown. The Twi'lek made sure that Cami was bound, with her hands tied with cloth as improvised rope, probably tightly enough that she probably risked cutting off blood flow to her hands. Scherise had Juni against a wall, and had her blaster trained on another entrance to the room, not far from Cami and the Twi'lek.

In quick succession, he fired off a few short range signals to the speeder, where a transceiver activated. He then quickly used the more powerful transceiver to establish a holonet connection, straight to ISIS. He soon had a secure connection setup, and began providing a status report. After the important details, like the presence of shadow stormtroopers and needing immediate evac and a possibility of a trap, he began filling in other details. Perhaps to be expected, soon the speeder detonated, the apparent result of the black stormtroopers having caught on to what he was doing. He hoped the message got through, enough of it at least.

He followed Scherise's tactical hand signs, and moved with the Twi'lek to a position where they'd be better defended, near where Scherise had setup Juni. The Twi'lek followed too, leaving Cami bound and dazed against a wall. As Cami came back too, she started screaming.

"Black Stormtroopers you say? You don't suppose he means shadow stormtroopers? Would that mean that Blackhole is behind this? Or are they trying to make it appear that Blackhole is involved?" Agent V responded to the new incomplete report that was coming in. He had selected that team specifically because of who was on it, as he figured that if the Commissariat were involved, they wouldn't dare touch that certain member, lest risk the Supreme Commander's wrath. After all, why else would one send the Supreme Commander's former personal ISIS liaison. He very much enjoyed playing these little games.

"Blackhole?"

"Blackhole was the director of Imperial Intelligence before Ysanne Isard, and wielded tremendous influence over ISB as well. I thought he had died, but perhaps it's true that you can't kill monsters like him."

"You mean that...."

"We have a possible lead, nothing more. Don't worry about it, it's above your pay grade." Agent V responded, implying that it was really intended for Crystala alone. "Focus on getting our agents back alive."

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Diri Tiberia » 2013-05-17 01:01

Waving away the smoke, Diri glared in the direction she had heard the others run off in and cursed loudly. Of those in the house before, only herself and Lex remained, the others having dragged away Cami and Juni. "Useless piece of junk blaster," she muttered, tossing the spent holdout onto the floor as though it were yesterdays dated fashion fad. The black clad Stormtroopers wasted no time securing the area and one of them approached the two women who were in emotionally opposite states, Lex evidently hadn't been in a firefight before and was shaken beyond all reason, probably in shock if her constant trembling was indication of anything. Diri on the other hand was a little more than upset and looked at the soldier who exuded all the calm authority as someone sporting such armour came to expect.

"Maybe you can tell me what the frack is going on," she said, honestly expecting to be brushed aside at this point. True to form, she wasn't surprised when the soldier completely dodged the statement by asking a question in return.
"Are either of you hurt?" Seeing no visible injuries on the Zeltron, his helmeted head turned to regard Lex. Waving someone over, he ignored Diri's exasperated sigh of disbelief as a corpseman came trotting along. "Tend to this one corpseman."

"Yeah, you know what, frack you too..." Diri turned and started walking away in frustration, picking up her handbag by the door without breaking stride as she marched out. She had expected to be stopped by someone by now, but she had managed to exit the beach house and past a pair of soldiers without so much as either of them taking visible notice of her (though it had to be said they probably used their internal air supplies in her presence, completely negating the pheromones). If they were just going to let her go, that suited her just fine. The beach had deserted itself, the people having fled in light of the sound of larger bore blaster fire.

Reaching the main building, Diri approached the front counter, the Zeltron from earlier having already ended her shift and was replaced by a human woman in a flattering summer dress though such details were beneath Diri's notice at the moment. "How can I help you?" the woman asked calmly as though completely unaware that anything just happened.

"Got a long-distance commlink I could use?" Diri asked, forcing a smile.

"Sure do," came the cheerful reply, "Just through that door. It's one credit for every five minutes."

"Charge it to my room." Walking through the door into a small room, Diri grabbed the receiver and started inputting a code she had long since committed to memory. It took a few moments for it to connect, giving her a chance to compose herself a bit better. When it finally connected, the voice on the other end let out a less than thrilled greeting.

"Hello?"

"Geoff!" Diri began excitedly, glad to hear a familiar voice even if it sounded less than trilled to hear hers. "How's your day going?"

"Good until you called..." He trailed off before asking dispairingly, "Please don't tell me you called just to share your vacation plans." There was a time when she inquired how he knew where she was and the complicated answer boiled down to him being skilled enough to work the communications network like Diri could work a crowd.

Diri sighed. "If this were a vacation, I'd gladly tell you everything. No, I need something else from you."
"Again?" A sigh escaped. "How many favors do you owe me now?"

Diri would normally try to argue or weasel her way out of this one but she didn't even attempt such a thing today, a fact that didn't escape Geoff. "Send my location to Squeaks and have him pick me up if you could..." It was getting more and more curious for Geoff who was now genuinely intrigued as to what the story behind this instance was, for once. Before either of them could say anything more, Diri felt her seat shake a little as a deep rumbling sound passed.

"What was that?" came the question despite Geoff knowing Diri well enough to know that she wasn't necessarily adverse to calling him in the middle of a firefight.

"I'll explain later..." she answered sheepishly, adding before any more questions could be asked, "I gotta go. I'm getting dinged pretty heavily for this call."

"Sure thing," Geoff replied hastily, "Just at the spaceport there?"

"Yeah. Thanks sug." Hanging up, Diri left the small room and looked around, half expecting to be jumped upon by those stormtroopers again. No one was outside waiting for her. Walking outside, Diri saw black smoke billowing not far away, above some trees. Sirens sounded in the distance and as Diri approached the road, she saw a burning speeder along with a couple patches of tall grass and brush on fire and she easily figured it was related to the deep rumbling sound from before. Someone blew up a speeder probably to stop the bandits from getting away.

Distant screams could be heard, moments before distant blaster fire broke out anew. One of the black clad stormtroopers rushed out from the tall grass near the burning speeder, dashing across the road and disappearing into the brush on the opposite end. Diri stood there, listening and watching for any signs that would reveal how the battle was going. Without a gun and less than impressed with her recent treatment by the Feds, Diri dismissed any notion of helping out further and turned to walk in the opposite direction down the road back into town. Force knew how long it would take Squeaks to show up with the Megaera but right now Diri felt like she could use a vacation.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2013-05-17 01:13

Crystala had seen the dossiers of previous Imperial Intelligence directors and was fairly dismissive of the notion Blackhole was at all responsible. He was listed as KIA in a manner most befitting of his moniker which made it all rich with irony. He had a personal vessel which was likewise reported lost and there was little evidence to support any other theory. Though the possibility of his survival couldn't be ruled out entirely, Crystala wasn't going to waste time chasing ghosts. "Anyone can slap on some black paint onto a suit of armour," she observed casually, "And just because he died doesn't mean the technology employed went with him."

If she were willing to bet, she'd have to say that the Commissariat were equipping their own people with the high tech armour. The ISIS had the option of picking up the suits but her predecessor had decided against it and Crystala was in agreement, preferring mobility and stealth over durability and stealth.

But all that was barely relevant. "What of the freelancer?" she asked after a moment, "Why did she open fire on one of our own?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone struck a deal with her and she's behind the whole affair in the first place."

Crystala snorted, far from convinced, her grey eyes weighing the possibilities. "I doubt she would have put up half of much of a fight if she were going along willingly back on the Black Sun." Something else didn't sit well with Crystala, and it was the biggest problem that nagged at her. Why would they kidnap them from a ship, only to drop them off on a planet? They had them on a shuttle already, why not take them somewhere more secure, like a ship or a base? It troubled Crystala more than the notion of the freelancer opening fire on her own people. That she could dismiss a lot more easily as someone under cooperative terms was a lot less likely to shoot people in visible armour that belonged to the Federation and would instead be more willing to shoot against anyone those armoured people were shooting at. Add to that the idea that the people being shot at were dressed in civies and Crystala could hardly fault the freelancer for her judgement given the circumstances.

"Well, regardless, our people are pinned down right now and Bravo team have been forced to withdraw."

The comm chimed for a moment before a new operative entered the conversation. "Sorry to interrupt Director, but you asked to be informed of any developments relating to this situation." The young data analyst maintained an air of undiminished youthful enthusiasm despite being tasked with the dull job of monitoring space traffic in a handful of sectors. Seeing Crystala nod, he continued. "Just received a notification that the Megaera, the YV-2400 transport belonging to Tiberia, has just requested clearance to depart."

"How can that be if she's on Copabanana?" Agent V asked in a manner that hinted he already knew but was instead testing the young agent.

"The request was sent through binary code so it seems an autopilot has been engaged."

"Grant it permission," Crystala responded, wasting no time, "Monitor its movements and be sure to review its proposed flightplan."

"Yessir!" the agent disconnected to carry out the orders. Agent V sounded thoughtful as he put in his own observation.
"Seems like the freelancer is better connected than I would have taken her for."

Crystala nodded in agreement, a knowing smirk on her face. "Quite, but this might work to our benefit. Hold off on sending any reinforcement vessels for now. If they've equipped their soldiers with stealth suits, I'm willing to bet they've also equipped their vessels with the same technology and they're lying in wait for us to send in a response ship to recover our operatives." It was finally adding up now that she thought about it. They weren't interested in the agent and freelancer but rather in hoping the ISIS would send a response team which, when outnumbered horribly, would be rescued by an ISIS vessel since to send one of the fleet warships would only raise eyebrows.

Another call was incoming and the identity behind it showed that perhaps her efforts to keep everything as under wraps as possible was going to get markedly more difficult. Agent V, also seeing that she was receiving a higher priority call, dismissed himself. "I'll leave you to smooth things over with the Grand Admiral."

How things kept going from bad to worse was beyond Essia. Frankly, the agents were better off going in, grabbing the package and leaving with either as little or as much collateral damage as possible. Can't be helped now I guess. Steadying her rifle, she took careful aim through the scope, taking stock of the situation down the hill below. The grab team had taken up a somewhat better defensible position now, having been forced to abandon the speeder which had exploded rather spectacularly. Clearly the blackhole-styled soldiers weren't interested in keeping things as low-key as the ISIS was.

The soldiers were swiftly fanning out, hoping to flank the other agents who were burdened by the captive and prisoner they were carrying with them. Worse yet, more soldiers were enroute, teams Bravo and Delta having been forced to withdraw prematurely, suffering losses that reduced their combat effectiveness. "Make your way into town," she spoke softly over the comm to the leader of the grab team, her Kuati accent conveying the sense she was ordering them to rather than merely suggesting it. Lining up a shot on one of the black clad soldiers, she snapped off a shot from her rifle. "Tsk." She frowned, her shot catching her target only in the shoulder, spinning him back and around before a bolt from the Twi'lek below downed him the rest of the way. "A ship should be arriving in short order at the spaceport there." Firing another shot, it didn't take long for the enemy troops to take notice of the commando taking pot shots at them from atop the hill. They opened fire but Essia slithered back, avoiding the incoming fire. She had their attention, and now the enemy's attention was divided between retrieving the target and her.

So far the enemy had decided not to use any air support, which was probably just as well, the locals would defend this place to the death and things would get a whole lot worse when law enforcement arrived. Reappearing briefly, Essia fired another shot, finding a little more luck as the bolt struck the chest of another one of the stormtroopers, sending him back though, to her astonishment, the soldier only staggered and returned fire, the armour having actually absorbed the shot in a rare show of durability. Don't see that everyday... Hopefully that ship would arrive soon though when it did finally arrive, it would be a monumental effort that would make taking on an entire platoon of these soldiers seem like child's play to hold back her gag reflex.

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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by Tavish McFini » 2013-05-17 01:19

"So, let me make sure I've got this straight: you put the Black Sun under lockdown because they released a criminal they had no business dealing with in the first place?" McFini was still a bit groggy but he still managed to stay quick on the uptake as spoke with Crystala. Does she even sleep? he wondered, before wondering, We're light-centuries apart, she can't read my thoughts, right?

Crystala stood calmly, hands folded behind her back as she gave him the most reassuring smile possible, something that scared McFini more than if she had simply looked irritated and impaitent with his blundering. "I would have thought the squadron commander would be dealing with this problem to be honest and I'm at a loss as to why this went all the way up to you."

Truth be told, McFini was also wondering that but he was awake now so he wasn't going to bother trying to pass it back down the chain of command. "Well, I wasn't sleeping very well," he lied, recalling the last fragment of his dream before being awoken. It had something to do with rain, pancakes and Tavia but that was the most he could recall with any degree of accuracy. "I'm just wondering two things." Either his grogginess made him slower to vocalize his concerns than he thought or his earlier thought wasn't as well founded as he would have liked as Crystala responded before he could list those things.

"The Captain was working in league with the Commissariat so we need to question him. As for the criminal, we've already recovered him so I saw no need to have you scramble your vessels." There was a slight upwards twitch of her lips that he found unsettling as though she knew that he knew that she had read his mind with uncanny accuracy. "I'm sorry that this wasn't communicated clearly enough to Rear-Admiral Thorne. I'll be sure to inform my liaison to Third to not withhold so much information next time."

McFini waved a hand dismissing it as no big deal. "That's quite all right, I was planning on getting an early start today anyways." He doubted it would take her much effort to see through his boldfaced lie and though he doubted she felt any remorse over having awoken him, he at least made an effort to appear unperturbed by what he had been told. Bidding her good morning, he closed the comm and rubbed his eyes for a moment, marveling at how quickly he could get himself ready in appearance yet how long it took for his brain to find first gear. "Admiral," he began after setting a channel to Thorne, "Bring the Black Sun to the nearest Federation port and assist the ISIS with the investigation however able."

"Yes Admiral. Anything else?"

A few hours extra sleep would be nice. Shaking his head, McFini figured he was awake enough at this point to get the day going, for better or for worse. Despite his efforts to quell the thought, he suspected his day would be taking a turn for the latter.
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Re: A Smuggler's Wake

Post by juni » 2013-05-18 03:08

Juni was coughing from all the smoke. She hadn't yet fully recognized who was helping her, but she trusted them, and at least her head wasn't objecting from the claim that they were with ISIS like it did with some of the others who were present here.

After a few minutes holed up, they were running, with the man holding Cami, and the human woman helping her along, and the Twi'lek moving ahead. Taking a chair, the Twi'lek girl shattered a window, and cleared the jagged edges of the glass away. The man managed to jump through alright, though it took her a few moments to manage, and then they were running across the green towards cover.

Somehow, she knew that being out in the open was where they were most at risk, so she pushed herself along as fast as she could. Fortunately, her physical abilities weren't as impaired as her cognitive abilities, and she managed to be able to keep up on her own just fine, but certain other things with that were impaired.

A few blaster bolts were in the air, and Juni didn't really have enough sense to dodge, but fortunately the Twi'lek was watching, and managed to tackle Juni, saving Juni from the hit, and getting slightly singed on her shoulder from a near miss. She saw the slight expression of pain, and had a clear enough mind to know that shot was meant for her, and went into a bit of a shock. The Twi'lek sprung to her feet, and half drug Juni back to her feet, and continued running again. Juni, still in a bit of shock, just stood there for a moment, until the woman yelled something at her. She started running as fast as she could to catch up, and soon managed to catch up with the man carrying Cami, burdened as he was with carrying a fully grown woman.

She heard the human woman saying something about the space port being at a certain place up ahead, but she was having some difficulties piecing things together. Still, the movement somehow felt good for her, as she was somewhat understanding what was going on about now. Obviously, there were still rather big gaps in her memories.

Still, she didn't get the talking back and forth over the commlink. They were worried about something , but what was it? Of course. It dawned on her that the spaceport would probably have guards, and but the guards would be there to.... Then she remembered Cami. She felt proud of herself as she had understood something, but with one small thing being understood, she had a lot of other things that she still hadn't grasped yet. With time, she thought, with time, it all would come back to her. Or so she hoped.

Blaster fire opened up again towards their general direction, coming from back towards the beach house. She could hear a big roar, before seeing bigger burst of green light streak back in that general direction. Then she saw it, to her at least, a massive freighter seemed to come down, and almost sit down on the ground, suspended primarily through repulsors. Not that she knew all the details, but it was a modified YT-1930 Light Transport. As a boarding ramp lowered, the man carrying Cami and the woman ran up the ramp. Juni was a bit unsure, but she followed the Twi'lek up the ramp. As soon as her feet touched the ramp, it started lifting, and Juni hurried to the top. Turning to look back, she saw the ground falling away, as ramp finished retracting.

Entering into the passenger lounge, she glanced about, seeing what all was present. It was setup like a lounge area, probably as an area where the crew and passengers could be at home for long rides. "Welcome about the Calypso, Juni." the woman said, in a rather friendly voice.

"The Cal..ypso?" Juni said, her voice still a bit slurred.

"Yes. We've reached orbit, and we'll be moving along to get out of the gravity well. We should be able to escape into hyperspace." the woman added, filling in most of the gaps in what Juni hadn't understood just yet. Of course, there were some other issues, but given how out in the open they were, and with a hostage and a drugged Juni, the team would have been hard pressed to escape without such direct methods.

Juni took a seat next to the woman, who was at a Djerak board. It wasn't long before the woman and the Twi'lek were starting a game to pass the time.
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