| Major_N7 | Date: Monday, 05 Mar 2012, 10:45 PM | Message # 1 |
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| After a harrowing few missions, the last of which found them narrowly escaping the events on Caluula, courtesy of a few of the protestors that wanted the armor during the final fight. The team managed to get off of Caluula with a group of Ethnic Cronese that left the following day and made their way back to Cronese space. With their close call it was time for a rest, and what better place to rest than the "Imperial Center" of the outer rim as it was advertised. The shuttle slowly came to a stop when it touched down on the landing pad, the four man team standing up and stretching as they woke up from the long trip. Each of them had their own bag that they came with, grabbing it down from the over head rack and swinging it over their shoulder as they stepped off the shuttle. The starport was rather small for a world calling itself an "Imperial Center," even with it being in the capital of Mithra.
The team had a reservation at a local hotel, their rooms waiting for them as they headed up the street, having picked a location not too far from the star port as they stepped into the lobby to check in, starting their vacation as they all went to their rooms and unpacked and relaxed.
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| Miltiades_Koteas | Date: Saturday, 10 Mar 2012, 2:43 AM | Message # 2 |
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| It would perhaps go down as one of history's greatest unsolved mysteries; how the Cronese team on Caluula managed to escape from its captivity by the planetary government, after being turned on by the Cronese they were there to help, and turned over to the government of Caluula in return for exile rather than execution. Not that it would be that difficult, having no chance to recover from the damage from the Rookite Rebellion; still, it was likely the Cronese commando team would find itself to be a war trophy of sorts, so Caluula must have lost a considerable amount of resources in their escape. None the less, they were here on Deralia. It wasn't as if the Deralian government wasn't aware, the Royal Intelligence Service and Royal Security Service were primed in anti-infiltration activities, both offices having stood throughout the Clone Wars and taken an active role in ensuring their region was not hit hard by the Separatists. Thus, they were aware of the Cronese team, not that it would have been hard to spot, all of them seeming to travel to Deralia and check in with their own names. It would be a simple act of processing their passports, and then making personnel file inquists towards the Cronese Mandate. There was every expectation of them being denied with the two governments on the brink of war.
It was because of this that the moment their doors closed, a man was also stepping onto their floor of the hotel. It was a five-story hotel, being on one of the upper floors. This man was one of the venerable and respected Spectres that were legendary and fabled on Deralia, and throughout the galaxy. He operated with no limits, with his own support and supply network, and a team of his own choosing. There in fact, only one, at the moment, with him; his intelligence specialist, Lydia Zappas. They were posed as a young couple honeymooning in the planetary capital, which conveniently had a room near the Cronese commandos. They were idly giggling down the hall, staring at each other constantly; were one of the commandos to wander out in the hall as they passed the room, they would likely be involved in a collision with the pair. Otherwise, the two moved on to their room without any incident, but once in, the real show started.
The act was dropped quickly, and their bags thrown onto the beds in the room. "Alright, Lyd. We have free reign of hotel security, set up the surveillance AI; I want to know when these guys move in and out. Did Security get the staff taken care of?" he asked, scoping out the room. "Yes, all major staff have been put on paid leave, while they are replaced by DRSS operatives." Once he was satisfied the room was good, he opened his bag, revealing a slew of weapons, while Lydia began to set up her equipment on the table. "You know, for once, I wish you didn't prepare to take down a small army," she said with a wry smile. "Lyd, you know if I wasn't, we'd have one marching down the hallway," he said with a laugh. "Yeah, you... and your luck."
Major Militiades Koteas
Special Tactics and Reconnaissance
Former Deralian Special Forces Operator
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| Blackfire_Contacts | Date: Saturday, 10 Mar 2012, 11:23 AM | Message # 3 |
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| Deralia, at the moment, had no operation upon it. A good number of worlds had been seeded, as the man who walked in the doors of the luxurious five-story hotel knew, though he did not know which specifically; he was too junior in Blackfire to be that knowledgeable, but his purpose on Deralia was clear. He was to assess the situation and determine what manner of business would be best placed upon the planet, which, at this time, had its hand in a number of galactic matters and had made the news in more ways than one as of late. It was to this end that Ninety-seven checked into the motel under the name and identity of Mikhail Kelly. It was perhaps odd fate that placed him where he was: his room was one down from the rather nice-looking young couple who'd entered their rooms ahead of him. He'd admired the woman's bottom the entire way in, and it was almost a shame to see it go away behind closed doors.
Once securely in his rooms, Ninety-seven did what any good Blackfire agent would do: he sat down on the public Holonet channel for Deralia and began to browse through business listings.
The Citadel's Contractors
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