- Joined
- Mar 12, 2015
- Messages
- 4,757
- Reaction score
- 3,172
- Staff
- #1
Tal Veren had planned the kill out for several days, watching his target’s routes, checking his own escape routes, and covering his tracks the whole way. No communications to intercept, nothing to indicate him as an enemy, soldier or combatant. Well, at least up until now.
Now, he lay in an apartment, the wind blowing through the open window and rustling papers to his right. He peered through the scope of his sniper rifle, slowly taking in every individual on the platform below.
The apartment owner was ziptied in the closet with a gag in his mouth and a hefty sedative in his system that should keep him out for several more hours, which should be more than enough time to finish his job: Deresh Putrem. The man was a Commander in the Imperial Army and one of the leading officers in the garrison here.
He’d been working as the CO of the local base here on Taris after his previous posting on a backwater world. Now, ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been a big deal, but the man’s outstanding performance as a tactician that had brought his rise through the ranks had the potential to cause problems for the rebellion in the future.
Tal had been watching this guy’s schedule and knew he would – or should - be appearing on the landing platform 400 yards below at any minute. This planet struck him as strange. It still held onto an anti-alien sentiment after years and years. If you weren’t human, you were shunned on the upper levels and usually forced into the “lower city.” As such, 90% of those he saw on and around the landing area were human, with the occasional non-human mixed in.
He swung his rifle slightly to the side and saw the landing craft incoming. If all went according to plan, the Commander should be debarking from that landing craft. A single shot – maybe two – and he’d be out of here and back to the Marauder’s Revenge within 7 minutes according to the walkthrough he had done earlier. Never too careful.
Last edited: