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A loud wailing featured as background music to the violent scene that was Iziz. Months ago Jace had fought off bankrobbers just two blocks from his current position and it would be the last time he had ever seen the Guildmistress, Diva Tumi. This time the owner of the Catsratch wasn’t on planet to prevent thievery, but to commit thievery himself. Last time the city of Iziz came under attack by the Brotherhood the Royals of Onderon were spirited away from their city palace and Jace was banking on the same thing happing again.
The courtyards were guarded by Onderonian security forces, but the small F105 drone nevertheless managed to get inside hovering between a military convoy. At moments it was nothing short of a miracle that it went unnoticed yet the remote controlled drone was small and the ceilings in the palace high, thus the little bastard found itself undetected on the third floor of the palace where it closed curtains and opened a window.
Jace himself was on the rooftop of a nearby building from where he controlled the drone. The grin on his face betrayed how brilliant he thought himself to be, while the sweat on his forehead hinted at the stress he felt over his very risky endeavour. He let the drone hover in the window and grabbed the grappling gun he brought for this very occassion. His plan so far was quite simple and he shouldered the rifle before exhaling slowly. It was a tricky shot even for an experienced shooter and there were no second chances because a grappling hook falling on the courtyard below was a definite give away to the security forces patrolling it. Twenty seconds after shouldering it Jace fixed his aim and stopped breathing, twenty-one, twenty-two, the shot surprised him as the grappling hook flew through the air and the open window, gliding back until it secured itself behind the curtains. The rifle Jace tied onto the rooftop in a way it was still functioning but unmoving.
Now he checked his weapons, performing safety checks and additional energy packs for his stun guns before tying his belt around the rope and falling off the rooftop. Only when he was two meters from the palace did Jace hid the brakes by tightly gripping the rope with his gloved hands and losing just enough speed to not break his knees on the palace wall. Quickly he climbed through and found himself in the palace. He remained behind the curtains where he used his wrist-datapad to send the drone through the air to the rooftop and after Jace unhooked the grappling hook, he had the drone flip a switch and pull the trigger so the rifle rewinded the rope, leaving no trace of Jace’s entry visibly from the ground.
However tricky his entrance had been, when it came to stealing King Preadyth’s crown jewels the entry into the palace was probably a piece of cake compared to the internal security measures. Slowly the licensed bounty hunter closed the window and opened the curtains to reveal an empty corridor and a thick carpet that was well known to drawn out all sounds of those that walked on it. Sporting his bounty hunter license in sight, Jace hoped to get a chance to spin a tall tale and avoid immediate capture or other hostilities. Bureacracy and the chaos of an invasion would probably allow him to confuse most guards with the high standing of the guild and their efforts on Onderon earlier that year. By the time their superiors could inform them that the guild was not paid to help the Onderon people Jace would have the jump on them.
So it was that the Spectre Cell operative walked the upper floor corridors of the temple. Usually these floors would be crowded with servants making sure the Royal family was well tended, but most had drawn to the the other side of the palace to view their King face off against the Sith in battle.