Sith Retribution

[Darth Tak]

((This is a MU mission))

'I' was there with her old whip. "I wants answers!"
The shout was directed at a Intelligence Agent of the MU. She had a bad past with the MU.
The area was simple enough. A large circular door lead to the room they where using as an interrogation chamber, and on the other side of that room was a control room with a bunch of computers and complicated things that no sane person would want to talk about with the chances of their brains exploding in confusion.
'Me' started to laugh as she hit the Agent. "Me wants to know, bub!"
The Imperial Guard triplets (Jim, Jem, Jum, Jom and Bobbi) where standing by, listening for instructions.
'Myself' quickly got out her lightsaber and put just above his left hand.
Chop. The Agent screamed in agony. He wasn't telling them any information, but they where close.

The Agent was in a metal chair that Me, I and Myself where bringing along for the occasion. His hands, feet and head where tied and stuck to the chair. He was unable to move. The agent was near-death. But yet, the almost had their information.
"Myself needs answers!"

Her Zabrak eyes thickened in anger.
((And now she's back to 'Me'))

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik had been scouting the Safe House for hours, looking for possible entrances. Every once in a while, he could hear the screams of the poor agent who was being interrogated inside, yet he was instructed not to proceed until the rest of the mercenaries had arrived. He looked over the files. Apparently, this was a one-manned, small house with no real security, no wonder why they took it so easily. He then red the file on the Acolyte who was leading the Imperial agents. Apparently, she had circling personalities, and the files advised to respond correctly to her use of prefixes, lest to risk her anger. Ashkrik then looked up on his watch. I was time. He called upon the rest of the members and posted his location so they would meet him there. He figured they didn't have much time, however, if they did not manage to save the agent, they could at least stop the Imperials from getting away with the data. They still had the element of surprise, since the Sith had no idea they were coming. At least not at that moment. Ashkrik sat down in a bench and silently waited...

 

[Bantha]

Atlas frowned as she stood in a dark alley near the designated meeting place, the glow of her slim datapad illuminating her face and giving her white eyes an eerie glow. She was reviewing the data for this mission one last time to make sure she wouldn't forget anything vital. Missing something on a mission could mean death. And of course, she didn't intend for that to happen.

So, it was a Sith Acolyte who wasn’t quite right upstairs. She had different personalities? Atlas had seen weird stuff in her line of work, but nothing like that. Not like it phased her or anything. Little could shake her anymore. But there wasn't just an acolyte. There were guards too, and they had to get out the intelligence officer, alive. She didn't care for their life, but she promised to do this job well, and well she would do. Then there was extracting intel . . .best leave the others to that. Finally, torching the building. . .

Or, blow it sky-high. Which was what her backpack full of remote-detonation explosives were for. Better leave the planting of them to the others, too. Also stuffed in there were her set of black embroidered robes. If her idea was implemented, then they would definitely come in handy.

Atlas shoved her datapad into it’s pocket in her preter jacket, then sauntered over to the park bench where the massive Trandoshan was seated.

“Greetings, my name is Atlas Nova, working with Mercenaries United. You must be one of my partners for this mission. If I can remember correctly, one is joining us, yes?” she asked, stepping up to the back of the bench. “How do you think we should approach this? Because if we are just going to step in there guns akimbo, then they will probably kill our operative. That can't happen. I have an idea that might work, but it’s risky, though anything we try is risky.”

 

[EnderM5]

Emile stood up from his bench about 20 yards from his contacts, and walked over to them. He didn't want to break his cover by walking over to the Trandoshan too early. However, once he saw that the third member of their team, a frail woman, had made contact with the Trandoshan.

He got there, just to hear her say, "I have an idea that might work, but it's risky, though anything we try is risky."

Emile replied evenly, "I'd love to hear it." They both turned to face him, silently assessing him. "Emile Mathersson," he said, shaking both of their hands, "Pleased to meet you..."

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik grudgingly gave his hand to the Doctor, whom he had spotted earlier, standing a few meters away from him. He then looked at the woman. Her white eyes gave him the creeps. He slowly stood up, and realized just how much he outsized his mission partners. He then explained:

"This will not be easy. The location is well defended and we are dealing with a bipolar Sith. I have been looking for ways in, and I can only see three. Through the roof, through the window, and obviously through the front door. We can take this slow and quiet, or we can tackle it hard and go in shooting. What do you prefer?

 

[Bantha]

Atlas turned to see the other mercenary approaching them, and acknowledged him with a nod, then shook his hand.

This will not be easy. The location is well defended and we are dealing with a bipolar Sith. I have been looking for ways in, and I can only see three. Through the roof, through the window, and obviously through the front door. We can take this slow and quiet, or we can tackle it hard and go in shooting. What do you prefer?

“My idea would involve using the front door method, at least for me. I am a Force user and can alter my Force aura to seem like a dark-sider’s. I have a set of black robes in this backpack that would look like something a Sith would wear. Essentially I am proposing I saunter in there masquerading as a high-level Sith and order the acolyte to step down in interrogating our operative, as I would claim I could do it better. You two would be waiting by the windows, unseen of course, waiting to engage the guards as soon as I take on the Sith. This would, hopefully, keep them busy enough to not think about the operative. Obviously the linchpin is getting the acolyte to believe my ruse.

“Another option is to use stealth and sneak in with them unawares. I do not know how we would go about this, though, as I assume neither of you are Force-sensitive, let alone able to use the Force cloak ability. I am afraid that if we ‘tackle this hard,’ then we will startle them into killing that operative. We cannot allow that to happen.” she said, crossing her arms as she was talking.

“Aaaand then, we get to extract the intel from the computer and blow the place sky-high,” Atlas motioned to her backpack, “Remote-detonation explosives. So, what do you two think?”

She hoped they would like her idea, as those were the only ones she had. But sweet Force! She couldn't wait to duel another Force-user, even if it was not going to be a challenge.

 

[EnderM5]

"Well, I personally am a Force user, dunno about this guy," Emile said, winking at the Trandoshan. He liked the way they got right to business. Not even asking him for his own name in return.

"In my opinion, we should absolutely go for the stealth option. First," Emile counted on his fingers, "we would recon the base figure out how the guards are deployed. Then, we should be able to lure one or two away from the larger pack, or ambush them while they're patrolling." He glanced at them again.

"Once the guards are neutralized, the Trandoshan and I can take their uniforms, provided they fit, and should be able to surprise the rest of the guards and take them out of the fight in some way. Then we will join you," pointing to the white-eyed chick, "and all three of us can take on the Sith. Whaddya think?"

 

[Darth Tak]

((I take it you're still planning))

Things happen. Some good, some bad.
This one was very very bad.
'I' got a throwing knife out, but she wasn't going to throw it. Slice.
Then 'me' got out a sonar gun, it sounded like metal scraping against a black board. and then slapped him.

The guards could barely watch. ((You're lucky I didn't go in any detail, but it is dreadful))
Then 'yourself' heard something.... sounded like near-bye criminals, hatching a robbery. Probably nothing. She dismissed the sound, not knowing their intentions. The Imperial guards all had their eyes closed from the horror that is torture.

 

[Noirceur]

There was silence. Then, they all heard a dreadful scream, followed by sounds of punches and slices. Ashkrik gritted his teeth. If they did not act soon, they would loose the operative. He had heard all the plans, but each had its flaws. He then had an idea.

"We do not have much time. We will combine the ideas. Atlas Nova, you will disguise yourself and try to convince the Acolyte to step down. Remember to use the correct words. Doctor, you will lure a guard away from the bulk of them and take his uniform, then, you will await in disguise until I give the signal. When and if the Sith steps down, we will launch the attack. I will jump from the window and help the Doctor in taking out the guards, while Atlas deals with the Sith. This is probably the best plan we are going to get, unless one of you has a better idea. If so, speak.

He said with a serious tone. He was now aware of just how desperate the situation was. They needed to agrre on something, or it would be too late for the operative.

 

[Bantha]

Atlas too heard the horrors going on in the house, and only hoped they could get there in time.

The Doctor agreed, nodding his head and began to quietly creep toward the house.

Atlas nodded, not even saying a single word before she ran back to the alley behind a building across the street. A few moments later she emerged dressed in a set of billowing black robes with wide sleeves that hid her hands and had pockets in them, into which she had slid her lightsaber shoto and Tehk’la knife. Her trusty sword was at her left side. Inside the backpack were her bandoleer, pistol, and armor, along with the explosives. Atlas set it down behind the park bench, then stopped to prepare herself. She bowed her head and took a series of deep breaths, focusing on shifting her Force alignment to the Dark Side and bending rays of light to become invisible. Her body fully disappeared from view and she sauntered toward the safehouse, assuming a haughty air with a defiant upward tilt of the head.

She flung open the door with a Force push. Entering in, Atlas cried out, “I order you to cease, Acolyte. Is this how you conduct an interrogation? NO!This is torture. The two could not be any different,” her voice dropping a full octave and becoming a cruel rasp. “ I am Sith Master Di’Avos. You would do very well to obey, unless you wish for your life to end very painfully. My patience is short and my rage vicious.” She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, issuing a threat.

A moment later her body became visible. She still had a haughty posture as she took a mental survey of her surroundings, white eyes unmoving. The operative looked. . .well, bad would be the understatement of the year. The acolyte was in front of him, and behind her were a number of surprised-looking guards. Atlas “saw” via Force-sight the room behind the next wall. It looked to contain complex computer terminals and other items.

 

[EnderM5]

The lady ran away before either the Trandoshan or him could say another word. "Well. That was rude!" Emile said in mock severity. Then, turning to the Trandoshan, he said, "Hey, listen. We should exchange comlink codes in case... anything doesn't follow the plan." The scaled alien nodded, and they tapped each other's codes into their comlinks. "Okey-dokey, then," Emile said. "Good luck!" The Trandoshan replied, "You as well," nodding as he did so. And then Emile was gone, walking towards the base on the other side of the street.

"No guards at the entrance... Good. They're slightly cocky. Then again, I wouldn't want armed guards outside a random building in the middle of the street, attracting attention either..." Emile thought to himself as he walked forward.

Suddenly, Emile had another thought. He thumbed his comlink on his collar and spoke to the Trandoshan, "Oh yeah, and just a last-minute question. Is getting our agent alive a mission priority? As in, if we lose him, we lose our pay? The Doctor, out."

He used the force, and waited for the building layout to come to him...

 

[Darth Tak]

Spoiler: map

((Emile is just outside the open Garage, Me, I, Myself and the Guards are in the Master Bedroom. That is the lay-out, there isn't actually a kitchen or study. Atlas probably came in through a door in 'study'.))

Unluckily for Atlas, Me was in charge. "Interrogation IS torture! And you can't tell me otherwise!". Then Me got out her Lightsaber, Then was a stroke of Luck as I got in charge, as I put away her Lightsaber. I slapped herself. "Yes, Master Di'Avos, just I was assigned and have to monitor and watch the interrogation. I have to stay, from orders above you."

Then Me sensed another Force-sensitive (Emile)... She ordered two of the guards to check it out (They went to the 'Garage'). "Who's there? Myself knows someone's here!". The correct term was 'me' but the Guard just got it wrong, that's fine.

((Writers Block thrown in my face... also tired. sorry for the small post))

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik ran around the back of the house, and jumped a fence to land on a back porch. He peeked through a window, just in time to see the Zabrak Acolyte pull out her lightsaber and attempt to attack Atlas. He was ready to jump in, but then, almost miraculously, the reckless Sith put her weapon away and apologized to "Master Di'Avos", allowing her to resume the interrogation. The Trandoshan sighed in relief, but then heard the Zabrak signal a pair of guards. His commlink chimed in, the voice of the young Doctor saying:

-"Oh yeah, and just a last-minute question. Is getting our agent alive a mission priority? As in, if we lose him, we lose our pay? The Doctor, out."

Ashkrik in return answered:

-"I am not, under any circumstances, allowing the hostage to die, so you might as well consider it a priority! You have several guards enroute to your position, stay wary, Phorskk out"

 

[Bantha]

"Yes, Master Di'Avos, just I was assigned and have to monitor and watch the interrogation. I have to stay, from orders above you."

“You are free to challenge me, but think twice before you do so,” Atlas said, “But think twice before you do so. I am two ranks above you. In addition, I am easily twice your age and and have twice the experience. Do you really think it would end well for you?”

Atlas also sensed the other force-sensitive intruder, but she knew who it was. To play on the acolyte, she said, “We must take care of them. A Force user, especially trained, is likely to take out our guards with minimal effort.”

Atlas stepped back and drew her sword with her right hand. Then she turned and started to take a few steps toward the door while simultaneously drawing on the Force for strength and speed. She redirected the flow of energy to spread throughout her body. Suddenly she turned and ran forward again, blindingly fast this time. Atlas released a flurry of three vicious slashes at the acolyte-- once at the left shoulder, the second at the chest, and the third a left to right slash at the lower abdomen. Drawing upon the Force again, the flow concentrated in her left palm before being released at her opponent as a strong Force push. Atlas had just performed a pushing slash, a core move of Niman. Then she took her sword in both hands and charged forward again, hoping to strike before her opponent had a chance to recover. As she reached the acolyte, Atlas raised her sword and slashed down hard in a power attack.

 

[EnderM5]

Emile crouched down under the window. "Who's there? Myself knows someone's here!" the call rang out from one of the two guards approaching the door. "Myself? What kind of a kriffing name is THAT?" Emile thought. At the far side of the garage, near the door the two guards just walked out of, was a pile of cans. Emile used the force to knock them over, resulting in a crash.

 

[Darth Tak]

"I do not beleive you understand. My orders are still above you. If I die, you get in some serious trouble. I have the rights, as I was assigned by a high power, to order you. Therefore, I must ask you to go eliminate that enemy. You have no right to not." said the multiple personalitied individual as she blocked all attacks (but lost some balance). while that happened, the two soldiers who where looking for 'that enemy' where still walking around, looking. As the cans dropped, one turned around, while the other reassured him it was nothing. But that was not enough as one guard walked towards the cans, to investigate.

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik watched as Atlas made an attack to the foolish and proud Acolyte, so fast he was momentarily shocked. His first reaction was to smash the window with the butt of his rifle, throwing a pair of stun grenades inside. He then quickly jumped in through the window and started spraying fire all across, hitting some hostiles in the process. After a few seconds he took cover behind a sturdy wall, just when the enemies came back to and opened fire on him. He then let out a big shout through his comlink:
-"Emile! We are under fire! Get the hostage, quick!"