Never Took An L

[Miz]

Mikkel sat leaned back in his rolling chair as he stared deeply into the monitor of his computer. His brother had jokingly asked him to steal a Sith moff. Taking the joke as a challenge Mikkel eagerly took a ship to Ord Radama to do such a thing. He never backed down from a challenge and since he was given it by his brother now a master he would take it as an order.

From what he gathered Moffs weren't actually Sith. Oddly enough, that meant he couldn't kill him, though kidnapping was always an option it definitely complicated things.

He was able to sneak into the planet using stolen codes from a Sith after he whooped his butt and left him sinking in a pool of lava. He also stole his ship which he used to make prank calls on the holocom before smashing it and making his departure.

The Knight rented a room with a window looking down on the ballroom where the moff liked to frequent. Apparently, the moff was a man and only visiting the planet for the time being. If he had been an old woman Brand could have easily seduced her and captured her with the greatest of ease, saving everyone's time. Getting up from his chair Mikkel peered through the window with a pair of binoculars. He would wait until the cover of night to strike. By then the venue would be heavily guarded, but the busy city streets and flying cars would make an excellent cover. Once he had the moff in his grubby little hands his butler Alfred would swoop down in a ship of his own to aid in his daring escape.

Taking a whiff of the polluted air Mikkel smiled and stated sarcastically to his butler "I love the smell of fascism."

@absolutelynoone

 

[Miz]

Waiting patiently for nightfall, Mikkel prepared a list of gadgets to aid him in the kidnapping. Firstly, while his butler departed for his ship, the Knight prepared a few gas grenades which would be perfect for knocking out the security normally Sith armor doesn't filter out toxins and should take a few moments to knock them out and any other person in the facility. Secondly, he made some sort of grappling hook which would help him travel through the city streets more efficiently. Lastly, he brought his face guard which would conceal his identity and filter out any toxic gasses as well as providing state of the art night vision specs.

Once he was ready, Mikkel opened the door to the balcony and stood on the railing. His robes were midnight black instead of the usual white. He looked down on the bustling city streets and the ballroom down below. Taking out his grappling hook he pointed the small device at the top of a clocktower. The Jedi shot the magnetic tip at the top of the tower allowing it to attach to the surface. From there he'd swing off the balcony into the window of the ballroom smashing into the glass before releasing the hook.

Causing quite the panic, Mikkel threw the grenades into the air and all around him. The panicking party goers and security were quickly silenced as the faint green gas knocked them out. Hovering over the incapacitated bodies he soon realized that none of the bodies fit the description of the moff. He would need to search harder.

 

[Miz]

Using the heat seeking attachment of his faceguard, he spotted the moff and several bodyguards making their escape a just a room away. Kicking down the door, Mikkel shot his grappling hook at the moff making his way out of the window. The magnet attached to his belt before his bodyguards got a chance to react pulling him quickly towards the knight. Once in range, he delivered a skull-crushing punch to the back of the moff's head knocking him out completely.

The first guard began calling for backup while the second aimed his rifle at the Jedi. Unamused Mikkel rushed towards the guard with the rifle just as he was about to fire a barrage of blaster bolts at him. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle and pointed it upward unleashing the volley into the air and into the ceiling. Tearing the rifle away from his hands he elbowed the guard in his lower stomach before finally grabbing his head and arm and slamming him down onto the ground.

Just as his friend finished calling for help the Knight was already on top of him delivering a massive haymaker sending him flying back into the concrete wall cracking it ever so slightly. With his target neutralized it was time to make his escape before any more bad guys showed up. Grabbing the moff in his arms, Mikkel hopped out of the window and pointed his grappling hook into the sky and fired it up towards the ship. Alfred zoomed off taking Mikkel and the moff with him.

 

[Miz]

Mikkel and Alfred met up in a cave outside of the city just beyond the reach of imperial scanners. His butler prepared a small headquarters and strapped the moff down onto a chair. Twelve hours later, the moff finally awoke to find him gagged in a deep dark cave with strange devices littered about. As he struggled to get loose, Mikkel placed one thumb on his forehead and one on the center of his chest.

The Mandalorian hated doing this technique, he always gotten too much from his prisoners.

Pressing his thumb harder into the man's skin, the Knight began to take a deep look into the man's memories trying not to inflict too much pain. Mikkel read aloud the codes and locations to his butler who in turn punched them into a nearby computer. The interrogation lasted several hours with the moff finally giving much-needed information freely rather than being subjected to more pain.

The information was sent immediately to Jedi Master Brand and High Lord Vosrik with many key military strategies, supply lines, coordinates, and the location of several other high-ranking officials in Ord Radama and other planets in the sector. He'd sit tight for a few nights to await further orders before putting the moff back where he found him and moving on to his next objective.

@Richie B. @Vosrik