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It was a quiet day on the relatively new farming planet of Taanab- people went about their daily lives, harvesting, planting, trading, and selling their product village to village, town to town. The media was quiet, reporting the continually mild weather and relaying the galactic broadcast's report of the war- a constant threat to the borderland planet that loomed heavy over the people's minds. To relieve them of some stress, the local authority had decided not to announce the hostage situation going on in the capital Pandath, and it had cost them dearly- over a dozen of the planet's best and brightest politicians, military minds, and scientists had been kidnapped and gathered in a high office building to demand the extreme ransom of twenty million credits and safe passage to Hutt Space. News of this transgression had not settled well with the Jedi Knight Aevis Santoro, and he left his homeworld to personally oversee the handling of this situation.
He had called on resources from all over the galaxy for this mission. Aevis used his Jedi status to gain local police records, placing this terrorist group's membership at approximately forty men and women of different species and backgrounds although predominantly human of Norulacian decent. A majority of them were known to have participated in military incursions for their local militias and the Republic Fleet during the Alsakan Crisis- far beyond the capacity of bumbling and untrained sheriffs and patrolmen called from around the region, usually armed with little more than sidearms and hunting rifles. It required a special talent for this occasion- he had called in his most promising Chapter Leader and a group of handpicked elites, in which he was awaiting audio contact. Pacing the rooftop of the tower next to the target, Aevis scoped the area- armed guards swarming the upper floors where the hostages were held. He'd waited until nightfall before passing the order to engage- the only fighting his men would do would be on their own terms- casualties were never acceptable.
-----Meanwhile...-----
"Sir- we've detected a TPD squad cutting a hole in the south wall. Orders?" The terrorist commander merely had to give the man a stare and his will would be carried out.
The final bit of rubble was kicked away, and four of the Taanab Police Department's finest officers entered, flashlights and blaster pistols sweeping the dark hallway. The Lieutenant waved his squadron forward, moving down the hallway with drilled precision. It still wasn't enough, and the terrorists' first barrage of automatic blasterfire had cleared the hallway- the grenade that followed collapsed TPD's entrance and prolonging the cat and mouse game. The time was counting down before the hostages would be killed- twenty minutes before it began. The terrorist commander grinned, clasping his hands as reports of the Officer's demise came to him. In little under an hour, he had murdered over twenty of Taanab's guardians- how many more could these countryfolk have?
He had called on resources from all over the galaxy for this mission. Aevis used his Jedi status to gain local police records, placing this terrorist group's membership at approximately forty men and women of different species and backgrounds although predominantly human of Norulacian decent. A majority of them were known to have participated in military incursions for their local militias and the Republic Fleet during the Alsakan Crisis- far beyond the capacity of bumbling and untrained sheriffs and patrolmen called from around the region, usually armed with little more than sidearms and hunting rifles. It required a special talent for this occasion- he had called in his most promising Chapter Leader and a group of handpicked elites, in which he was awaiting audio contact. Pacing the rooftop of the tower next to the target, Aevis scoped the area- armed guards swarming the upper floors where the hostages were held. He'd waited until nightfall before passing the order to engage- the only fighting his men would do would be on their own terms- casualties were never acceptable.
-----Meanwhile...-----
"Sir- we've detected a TPD squad cutting a hole in the south wall. Orders?" The terrorist commander merely had to give the man a stare and his will would be carried out.
The final bit of rubble was kicked away, and four of the Taanab Police Department's finest officers entered, flashlights and blaster pistols sweeping the dark hallway. The Lieutenant waved his squadron forward, moving down the hallway with drilled precision. It still wasn't enough, and the terrorists' first barrage of automatic blasterfire had cleared the hallway- the grenade that followed collapsed TPD's entrance and prolonging the cat and mouse game. The time was counting down before the hostages would be killed- twenty minutes before it began. The terrorist commander grinned, clasping his hands as reports of the Officer's demise came to him. In little under an hour, he had murdered over twenty of Taanab's guardians- how many more could these countryfolk have?