[Sith Mission] Pulse

[Pyromaniac]

Yusanis was on a ship provided by the Imperium for the mission given to him and his comrade: to find someone named 'Pulse', a criminal who has been eluding the Imperium for a long time. They had thought him dead, until he reared his head again later. This Pulse had a criminal organization in Wild Space, apparently. Yusanis did not know much else about their target, but honestly, he was sure he'd learn soon enough.

Suspicion seems to be pointing towards someone named Vulpes, who at this very moment was on Attahox to arrange some business deal with the local government. This was pretty much the extent of the knowledge he had on the target, other than the mission parameters. Their mission was to locate Vulpes, and to either capture or eliminate them.

Pretty simple, right? One would think, but, Yusanis took nothing at face value. He was in full gear: armorweave, heavy armor, robes, and helmet that obscured every facial feature, even his species and voice. He doubted many but a handful actually knew he was a Zabrak, and fewer still knew of his Mandalorian past. This Sith was ready for a fight, for he had no doubt that a fight is what waited for them down below.

The ship they were on was unmarked by the Imperium, having been 'commandeered' from a private owner for the use of Yusanis and his comrade, who sat in the co-pilot seat. He, himself, was in the pilot seat. He had learned how to fly a ship, and while he was not a master, he could get them to their destination and land them without crashing and burning.

Right now, they were in orbit. He was taking a second to think about what they could do. They could, obviously, land far from the location Vulpes was supposed to be, and get in undetected. Or, they could land right there, and just walk in like average people- which they certainly were not. Both of them stood out like tauntauns on Tattooine. Then, there was the third option- crash the ship into the government building and storm the place.

However, he was certain they would get into big trouble by doing that. Their mission was to capture or eliminate Vulpes, not cause an international incident with a kamikaze. Putting the ship on autopilot for now, he leaned back in his chair, right hand resting on the lightsaber on his belt, and said through his helmet's voice-altering technology, "How do you think we should approach this?"

He almost preferred having his panther, Voxa, here to another Sith, but in truth, her skill would be needed. Despite disliking social interaction, he knew him and Voxa could not do this alone. Sad part was, she, meaning Voxa, was back on Korriban in his personal room at the Academy. He had bought a personal AC for the room, as she was a cold weather animal and Korriban was a desert planet.

In other words, she was pissed at being left behind and he was without his partner, one he always trusted at his back.

This would be interesting, to say the least.

 

[Bantha]

This man almost made her laugh. He was so new, so inexperienced, so green, that it was obvious he didn’t know what to expect on a mission like this. Granted, she wasn’t the biggest expert on stealth either, being the charge-and- bash-their-head-in type, but she knew at least enough to get things done and keep themselves from getting killed.

“I can tell you how we’re not going to do this: by being obvious and storming the place. We have to look like we belong here.” She eyed his armor. ”You’ve gotta have normal clothes around here somewhere, something not too conspicuous.”

She was dressed in a tan v-neck t-shirt and olive drab cargo pants, with a dark brown armored vest and matching boots. Her utility belt held a holstered blaster and vibroknife, plus various other tools like a comm, medpack, sedatives, and force-cuffs. Light silvery hair was woven into a tight braid. A lightsaber was on her, hidden in an inner pocket of her vest. If all went right, they wouldn’t be using it.

“I think the basic framework of a plan is this, though things might change as we go along: We know when and where Vulpes is planning to meet the Torgaigne syndicate, the quasi-government for all purposes, so we find a way to infiltrate the building. Once we do, we swiftly isolate him, and cuff and sedate him if possible. If there’s no way to isolate him, we shoot him, or something like that, and hightail it out of there.”

The descent into atmosphere finding a landing dock as the humanoid waited with bated breath and hoped the supplied false tags and ship identification codes would work. She let out a sigh of relief when the landing dock security accepted them and let the ship land on a pad four or five city blocks from the capitol building.

If he was going to change, she would patiently wait for him to finish before the entrance ramp was lowered and and she strode out into the streets.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Yusanis practically growled at this woman when she mentioned sneaking in. He hated skulking about like some common thief, or coward, it made him feel lesser in some ways. However, even though he hated to admit it, she was right.

Walking back, boiling, he found a place to change his outfit. Thankfully, the ship had a change of clothing he had brought in case of this, even if he hated it.

He came back wearing long black pants, his normal boots, guantlets- complete with portable fuel cells for the flamethrower- a grey, long sleeve shirt with a brown, partially armored duster. He did not wear his helmet, instead, he had on a simple black beanie with a stamp on the front, the name of a famous Pod racer and a stitching of his racer. The point of the beanie was to hide his slave brand, but he doubted many would be able to tell the difference between the Sith tattoos on his face from the traditional ceremonial tattoos of his race.

Being a Zabrak helped, he supposed.

Walking down the ramp, he kept his lightsabers hidden in pockets inside the duster. A single blaster pistol was strapped to his right thigh, and his medkit was on the left side of his belt, inside the duster. He wasn't about to keep it strapped to the back with a duster on.

Following his comrade, he kept his eyes down. He didn't want people to notice him without his armor or mask. "Looks like we'll do this quietly, after all..."