Bonadan sure was busy these days. A mixed and assisted campaign against the workings of Zygerian slaver networks on several worlds was in the works, and it wasn't terribly surprising to Hannibal that a planet that runs off of corporatism featured laws banning slavery but enabling 'not-technically-slavery'. From the briefing files Hannibal had read through it appeared Max had been handling some of the more overt and straight forward training of the this joint operation, training the PMC contractors in how to take out assigned targets properly. So far so good. Hannibal on the other hand was more geared toward covert action, setting aside his penchant for flashy clothing and behavior.
The young Jedi Master had certainly been busy lately, but at least this time he wasn't working in the wilderness again. They were back in the kinds of urban areas with which he was most familiar. While he was sure he could disappear into some trees or bushes, he did find it much easier to slip through crowds unnoticed. He'd been doing it since he was a kid, after all. With all that in mind, Hannibal was here to teach a squad of The Untold Sums how to handle dealing with a problem quietly. Hannibal was one of the few Jedi with that sort of skillset, though he'd have to keep in mind some of his tactics wouldn't work for those not utilizing the Force.
Doubtless also there for the experience and an opportunity for further learning, Hannibal was joined also by a Padawan by the name of Fiach Dubh. They'd met before, but not for this kind of work. But as far as Hannibal was concerned, getting a Padawan or two at least familiar with sneaky stuff was a positive. The Sith surely wouldn't shy away from general underhandedness and the Jedi Order would always have it's major share of self-righteous honorable types. Perhaps something the Padawan learned would save them from getting stabbed in the back someday.
Hannibal had opted for practical working attire instead of his usual robes, stuff that would let him blend in better than bright yellows and purples. His belt contained the usual variety of Jedi goodies, joined by a stun glowrod, a combat fusioncutter, belt-mounted slicing equipment concealed inside a rearward pouch, and his RSKF heavy blaster pistol. He had two lightsabers with him as usual, though they were on something akin to magnetic clip underarm holsters hidden beneath his poncho. Easy to draw without being terribly obvious. He hoped the little bird joining him would not be dressed as an obvious Jedi, and had sent a memo to that effect, but she wasn't his Padawan in the end.
Frankly, Hannibal was more concerned about the PMC contractors in question. Bad habits had to be unlearned, and training from one situation did not always translate well to another. A front line combatant was not a commando was not an assassin was not a spy, and so on. Eight of them had volunteered or been volunteered, and Hannibal had spent the last half hour double checking equipment and going over general guidelines related to not looking like a soldier trying really hard to look like an ordinary civilian. Blending in was a complicated concept. Hannibal was presently trying to explain one particular point.
"Blending in isn't just about looking like any old guy. It's more about being beneath notice or suspicion, for any reason at all. Trying too hard not to be suspicious makes one suspicious, see? If one does it right, one could walk around with a rifle and not be bothered in the correct circumstances." Some of them seemed to get it, while others looked more bemused than anything else. At least they asked questions afterward.
The young Jedi Master had certainly been busy lately, but at least this time he wasn't working in the wilderness again. They were back in the kinds of urban areas with which he was most familiar. While he was sure he could disappear into some trees or bushes, he did find it much easier to slip through crowds unnoticed. He'd been doing it since he was a kid, after all. With all that in mind, Hannibal was here to teach a squad of The Untold Sums how to handle dealing with a problem quietly. Hannibal was one of the few Jedi with that sort of skillset, though he'd have to keep in mind some of his tactics wouldn't work for those not utilizing the Force.
Doubtless also there for the experience and an opportunity for further learning, Hannibal was joined also by a Padawan by the name of Fiach Dubh. They'd met before, but not for this kind of work. But as far as Hannibal was concerned, getting a Padawan or two at least familiar with sneaky stuff was a positive. The Sith surely wouldn't shy away from general underhandedness and the Jedi Order would always have it's major share of self-righteous honorable types. Perhaps something the Padawan learned would save them from getting stabbed in the back someday.
Hannibal had opted for practical working attire instead of his usual robes, stuff that would let him blend in better than bright yellows and purples. His belt contained the usual variety of Jedi goodies, joined by a stun glowrod, a combat fusioncutter, belt-mounted slicing equipment concealed inside a rearward pouch, and his RSKF heavy blaster pistol. He had two lightsabers with him as usual, though they were on something akin to magnetic clip underarm holsters hidden beneath his poncho. Easy to draw without being terribly obvious. He hoped the little bird joining him would not be dressed as an obvious Jedi, and had sent a memo to that effect, but she wasn't his Padawan in the end.
Frankly, Hannibal was more concerned about the PMC contractors in question. Bad habits had to be unlearned, and training from one situation did not always translate well to another. A front line combatant was not a commando was not an assassin was not a spy, and so on. Eight of them had volunteered or been volunteered, and Hannibal had spent the last half hour double checking equipment and going over general guidelines related to not looking like a soldier trying really hard to look like an ordinary civilian. Blending in was a complicated concept. Hannibal was presently trying to explain one particular point.
"Blending in isn't just about looking like any old guy. It's more about being beneath notice or suspicion, for any reason at all. Trying too hard not to be suspicious makes one suspicious, see? If one does it right, one could walk around with a rifle and not be bothered in the correct circumstances." Some of them seemed to get it, while others looked more bemused than anything else. At least they asked questions afterward.
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