Chaos on Kuat

[TheLastLine]

Like a predator, Atniir Vencu watched his prey; a man whose stride radiated dominance and whose smile represented the hopes of his people. He was perched precariously on a statue of Olderos The Great, a man whom through great personal sacrifice had given his people freedom (and ironically admitted them into the Repubic), a potent symbol, a simple target; however it wasn’t so simple, the man was ultimately irrelevant, the people were key.

No matter how sophisticated and ‘civilized’ people behave, it is a fact that we are all animals, and as animals we have retained a pack mentality that’s empowered with its size and revels in a chaotically unified spirit.

These conglomerates are as dangerous as they are temporary; for people with power are beasts with no temperance, who are more than willing to display their pseudo godhood before it dissipates like the pack, and sometimes, all that is needed is one straw, to break the camel’s back.

It had been deduced that this world, Kuat, was tearing at the seams, a third begging for independence, a third begging for continued submission and a third on the side lines, opportunists, waiting to see which way the wind blew.

It was a precarious situation and the air was filled with fear, excitement and anticipation on all sides; but it was a foolish assumption to believe that this affair was
one that could remain a domestic issue, there was a war going on, and that war was coming to Kuat.

The crowd roared, screamed insults, they wanted out, they wanted freedom.

What a foolish notion, ‘freedom for Kuat’, without the Reupblic they would be like lambs to the slaughter; but then again that is one of the outcomes the secretive elite Mandalorian unit was hoping for, that and strikes which would paralyze the centre of starship production in the Galaxy.

Atniir lay on the roof of a tall building, out of sight, out of mind. He lay camouflaged (not that it mattered) in his newly upgraded Beskar armour which had been shaped to look like a regular pattern of mercenary armour.

He was concentrating on his heartbeat as he looked down the scope. The angle was 32 degrees, and the point of impact had to be precise, just above the collarbone to sever the head completely off. Yet what Atniir had in his arms was not his beloved Mandalorian weapon, but a modified Nightstinger Blaster Rifle which fired invisible rounds; yet the cunning lay not in the invisible round, but in the small redirection crystals which would make it look like a shot came from the Republic security presence which kept order.

He waited for his brothers direction to shoot, as he waited he sat secure in the knowledge that there was no way they would be caught, for what they had prepared was inescapable.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk stood at the rear of the crowd, his buy'ce left behind on his ship, and his armor hidden beneath a dark brown Jedi robe. He had spent most of the night here, his black armor wonderful camo as he had placed the small reflectors. There were four of them, positioned at different positions depending on were the target was. Sisk had also planted charges at the bases of several statues, and force shields at the different entrances. Herd them in, cause a panic, distract any pursuers. Now all he had to do was signal for the shot. The crowd had gathered early, many of them talking loudly about the fate of the planet, and Sisk had smiled underneath his cowl. The fate of the planet was coming, sooner than they knew.

Sisk's bionic eye clicked and whirred as Sisk zoomed in on the target. He hadn't even bothered to learn his name. He stood on a large statue, his arms waving in grand gestures as he rallied the crowd. He would wait until the perfect moment to call for the shot. Everything had to be in position. Sisk scanned around, and noticed two GA security officers entering underneath the north/northwest arch. //Atniir, readjust aim to reflector 6, 1/2 inch above center. Hold for my mark.// With his left hand, Sisk surreptitiously made several keystrokes on his right gauntlet, and a targeting feed popped up in his left eye. The target was close to center, but not quite.

"And who are we to suffer the yoke of the Republic? Who are they to dictate the fate of the Kauti people? War is upon us, and I say that we shall not suffer in silence! We shall be..." //Fire//

There was no sound, no flash, until a bolt materialized out of thin air near the new arrivals. The targets speech was cut off in mid sentence, as his head vaporized, leaving his final defiant words hanging in the air. A stunned silence fell upon the crowd, and every eye there turned towards the two GA members. Murmurs began to move across the crowd, and fingers were being pointed. "The GA. They did it! They killed him!" Sisk shouted above the murmur, and then turned his back and began to walk away, towards the appointed rendevous point. As he exited through his designated arch, he thumbed a small remote, causing the fields he had positioned earlier to spring to life, cordoning the square. //Clean kill. Make for the exit.//