Redd got into position.He found the rifle and locked the door.With the rifle he found an old imperial communicator. "Drake here,I'm in position.Why do I need that communicator?" "If shit hits the fan,you'll need something to lure in the prey." "But how?" "Use your imagination kid." For a few seconds Kain was talking to someone else,then came back. "Kid,I have some bad news.The imperials don't fuck around anymore,they reinforced the area where the 'prey will fall'.And the prey will be late.His shuttle will arrive 3 hours later." "Perfect."Said Redd with an unmotivated manner. "Kid you'll be spoted in no time if you don't disquise yourself.Remember that rug?" "Yeah." "Place it on the window.They wouldn't see anything if you put it up there." Redd followed the advice and waited for the senator's arrival.He almost fell asleep when Kain connected him again. "Kid the shuttle has landed,I repeat the shuttle has landed!" Drake picked up the rifle and started aiming.The senator was surrounded by officers,stormtroopers and someone Importan looking.An imperial general or admiral.He was a Chiss. "Old man it's Drake I got them,the Rodian is highly defended,I can hear the gunship passing by.There's a Chiss next to him.Is he the bigshot you were talking about?" "Yeah.But don't you dare think about killing him.He is too high ranking,and we can't risk having the empire breathing down our necks." "Understood." Redd aimed between the eyes and before he could take the shot they entered a building. He thought he'd use the old communicator. "This is TK-24311 who is this?" In a heavy Coruscanti accent he said"I have no time for this,the building in which the senator is being held has a rebel bomb in it. I repeat Bomb alert,get him out of there." "Jeez.I'll alert everyone.Out." "Idiot."In a minute the senator the Chiss and other officers came out.Then Redd took the shot. BOOM! The Rodian was hit in the neck.He died in a few seconds.Drake reported the success. "Kain the job is done.I think they will find me here." "Ditch the gun Kid.At the back door of the tower a speeder will wait for you disquise yourself and get the hell out of there.I'll wait for you at the Mos Espa spaceport.Make it back.We need people like you." Redd opened the door and ran for the back door.Jumped into the Speeder and pulled a hood on.He got out of there as fast as he could.
Rickard was on his way to meeting a senator, whose name had slipped his mind although he knew he was a Rodian, to negotiate a weapons deal. As he was on his way, he heard a blaster shot ring out, and people screaming. Going into a run, he discovered the procession the senator was in not moving. Proceeding further, he learned that the senator...had been shot. "Shit." Rickard muttered under his breath. He saw two people he recognized. Captain Tar, who he had been informed was head of security for the late senator and a Chiss admiral. He had been in negotiations with to meet this Chiss admiral without authorization from his Czerka superiors. A way to possibly get a promotion. But he went to talk Captain Tar. "What happened?" @LordZell
Platnum continously waited at Tat-CinC's office. He was restless, but waited on a chair, and didn't wander aimlessly. New stuff was happening ever since the "Raven II" had been blown to smithereens, toast. Why did the Duros come to the cantina? It was bad luck to be attacking the highest ranking officers in Tatooine, wasn't it. Still, thirty of the thugs were dead, and the Imperials had suffered three casulties. The messages of the late Zorsky had been decoded (somehow by a clone tech; Tuskens weren't the geniuses to do such things). It was... revealing: credits being sent home, a letter to his brother on this huge ship the Imperials were making. Apparently it was to be a weapon that would ultimately silence the rebels. He supposed the Imperials deliberately did not censor Capt. Zorsky's letter to his little brother for a reason, a reason he did not want to know. Something was coming up, Platnum decided. A message found compressed was the most troubling. Someone, unknown no doubt, had asked him for information about some bigwig senator. Zorsky had broken into the Zule Sands Co. Offices in friggen Mos Espa, taking security plans. A major leak, it would hurt the rep of Zule Ryder. Platnum had trusted Darren Z., but in one of Zorsky's letters he complained about Plat, some "punk ass Raider." at least the fellow wasn't a bloody rebel at heart, just a opportunist. Platnum was sure the rebs couldn't afford Zorsky's cost of ten k credits for the senator, as another message stated. But who was this senator? There was one more letter, but it was about Zule, the merc boss, so it wasn't important at moment. But back to himself. Should he go career? He would have to ask the General, he did not know if a Imperial Tusken officer belonged to the Empire to serve in such a way. Well it wasn't like the Tuskens had killed Darth Vader's mother, did it? Platnum's eyes shifted to the map of Tatooine. So much corruption it seemed... Wait, it Platnum rose to the ranks well enough, maybe he could get the connections for a succesful campaign as planet governor. Reforms, settlements for the Tusken, no more cartels! Platnum wished in his heart that was a future Tat. Bullshit. His astray thinking had killed an hour, good job man! Well, Platnum thought, might as well take a look on Zorsky's last letter. It wasn't Zorsky's. It was from from Zule himself. "I can't take this sh!t anymore. This Rodian scum, years ago, he took my baby girl, she thought shewas gonna have sum adventure instead of the boring homeland."- not surprising, Zule was Zeltron (world was f'ed, man), his portfolio said he had a missing girl named what, Naoimng? Something foriegn. "I'm going to screw the Imperials this week, screw the contract, screw my life. He screwed my girl, he left her on streets, I don't know where she is its been so long, my litte Nomi. F$CK HIM IWANT THE RAPIST DEADEWF. Sorry... I'm getting emotional Darren. Look, stage a breakin to Mos Espa offices, code NT SFHSRBRH )$:6677. Give the files to the rebs, I'll make it look like THEY gave you the ten thousand credits. Just make sure they know the DEED MUST BE DONE!!!!! I know Platnum can manage the company without me, hopefully he won't be shot just for being in the company and being Tusken." Zule Ryder Platnum looked at the message again. And again. He wondered the most painless, honorable suicide with a gaffi stick. There wasn't one, that was the point. He turned his head. 4 stormtroopers were looking right at him.
Tar Thought fuck my career as a officer is done unless hmm I'll need time to think about this. "Ah Rickard I don't know exactly but the building was bombed yet by the time we ran out no explosion but the senator was shot in the neck and died instantly." "Admiral what are your order's?" "We need to find the man who shot the senator. All soldiers find the man who shot the senator and where he shot from now!" The imperial soldiers start running to find the man who did it.Tar leaves before he is demoted or even shot for the senators death he heads back to the compound heads to his office and send Platnum a message via PDA is reads. "Where have you been we need to talk now about you and your company meet me in my office now!" Tar sends the message and thinks if anyone knew he got the senator death on his hands because of missing a raider he waits for Platnum to return is message just thinking what the general might say if he found out speaking of which he hasn't seen the General in awhile since that firefight in the cantina he just waits for the general to contact him waiting in hi office alone.
After dealing with the shipment, Zeth collected his pay from the office and talked with the other members outside the port. There was about six of them including Zeth, all of different races, backgrounds, and opinions. Yet they all got along and Zeth knew them well... As always, Zeth started the conversation. "Long shift tonight, wouldn't you say?" "Roworaac, rhhuao aoacworo caoahanan akraro aoacwo scworacanro wwahwwaoro oarcwowaahaoc rac ahww ahao ohrac ra cacoorcao cacahwwao. Ah oarawh rhrarcwoanro oaoowhaoahwhhuwo aooo wwwowowa scro wwrascahanro." Raanwok, the brown wookiee, was about 7 feet tall and strong for even a wookiee. It was easy until the Imperial enforced the work times, and no one could complain about it. The beast wasn't willing to become a bounty hunter either, he didn't want to leave his wife and son. "You're lucky... No one tries... To mess with... You." Malik looked at Zeth to see if he did well. Zeth noded his head. The Rodian's english was very impressive after a few months of work. "Atleast you're getting paid. It ain't easy going home and having to give your owner all your credits to make him happy." Meeks was a young slave, human of course, who was doomed the moment he stood on this planet. The Empire took all his belongings in customs, and then he was taken in for a price. Jolik, a green Twi'lek, nodded and Lith, a female Gungan, just kept her head down. Zeth couldn't allow this to keep happening. He's heard too many stories while hidding in the dark, each one more gruesome than the last... It was time to end this, but he needed their help. "You know, the rebels could put in a less harsh government." They all looked at Zeth with shock, but one by one they all nodded and agreed. "I had a few contacts when I fought with the clones. Some regret what they did and the rest are too stupid to disobey orders. If we could get rid of the officers and some of the 'loyalist', we could have an easier life." "Rooohu oarawh'ao wokakwooaao scwo aooo craoarcrawwahoawo scro wwrascahanro ufwoaoac!" "No, I'm not; but, I do need you to help if it looks bad. Could you stay inside and not come out when you hear the fighting. When it's over, no matter who it is, help the wounded. Trust me, it'll help." The five of them agreed, and word of spread. Eventually it even reached Imperial officers that something was gonna to happen. Zeth sent a message to Redd to meet him at the Rebel base south of the city. He then travelled back to the Rebel bases and began spreading the word that they would advance soon...
After hearing no word form anyone he decided it was time for bed so he went out of his office but was stopped be a lieutenant he said he had something important to say he salutes and then starts. "Sir me and other officer has heard word rebels would be advancing soon." Tar thought why now after a senator died and a admiral on planet. "hmm I don't know why it would be suicide as off right now but if they try anything inform me first not the general he hasn't been heard of for awhile I think he's losing his grip on this planet with all this happening the Duros attacking and a bomb almost going off." Tar thought yes hopefully the officer will agree with him and start spreading it around so when this war for the planet is over perhaps Tar could take over as governor of this planet and hopefully after that a moffTar thought ye his plan is ready and now it's the rebels move.
Redd was speeding through the dunes,escaping to Mos Espa.But his communicator rang and saw a message from Zeth.It said to meet him at the rebel outpost south of Mos Eisley. Drake turned back and went through the roads where the Imperials rarely made patrols. By he arrived it was night.The outpost was nothing more than a moisture farm,with the rebels' equipment. Redd stepped in and went through the secret door in the dining room's wall.There he saw Zeth and a few rebels. "Hey Zeth,why did you call me here?"
Zeth raised a hand to silence him as he continued his plans for the rebel attack. "As you can see, the sewage isn't an option, leaving a full assault the only option for us. The outer walls are mostly for stopping sandstorms and cannot hold against an aimed rocket shot." "Sir, we have no cover though! How do you expect to..." "I'm getting to that Sargent. We'll have to use a decoy and the setting of the sun to attack. What I propose to do is send two squads of five to attack the South and North gate. If they get one open, good for them; but, their main objective is to stir up the nest and move troopers. They'll retreat when the firefight gets out of hand. Once they have, we will wait two hours before attacking. "Sir! Why so long, there's no point." "I expected more from you major. Remember our enemy is defending and are only humanoids. Many will either begin to panic or simply get board. Only the most experienced will be truely ready and they'll be at the gate area or at 'key' locations. With a bit of luck, he may even call it a false alarm. Now I'm giving you you're locations of attack and areas to capture. Realize that we are not defeating the Empire, we are simple making a better life for those who live in it." Zeth turned from his hologram map of the city to face Redd. He was tired, but it was all for the good of the Rebels. "I'm glad you could make it. I need you to do a favor for me. There's a few mercanaries in Mos Eisley that don't have any jobs. The group and I have scavenged about 100,000 credits here and we need to pay a good amount. See if they'll work for free first, but if not use these credits. I assume you already know who would be best for the job. Once you hire them, just wait in the town until we attack with our full force, then start taking a defensive perimeter inside the city. Don't get any civilians killed." Zeth threw a sac to him and then turned to the hologram once again to turn it off. "Oh, and Redd. God speed!"
"Zeth I don't think these people won't be free but whatever,I already got an ex-clone commander who is fighting for the same cause.He'll be happy to join in even without payment." Redd searched for mercs in their most popular place,the Starport Café hi's favourite place. He saw the Mandalorian by the name of Ginyou.By rumors Redd knew he served the death watch in the mandalorian civil war. "Hey I need a merc who can handle rough situation.You up for it." "I was born for getting people out of shit.What's the payment and the situation?" "Okay we nad my rebel friends will attack town from outside,the purpouse is still unclear to me,the boss will brief you more.As for payment I can give 10 000 credits and no further." "Deal.I'll be where you'll say." After the Mandalorian left Redd spotted an other good merc.A Trandoshan called Ghouldo.He was a master sniper.Who hunter almost every animal in the outer rim,including people. "Watcha looking at bigshot?" "A guy who can handle shit hitting the fan.You up for that?" "Yeah.what's the situation,and my payment?" Redd briefed him too. "And as of payment,give me a price." "6 000.No less." "Deal." With that the Trandoshan left and Redd searched on. Drake has already found his new gun for hire. A female merc by the name of Lady Bloomer.Her backstory is still unknown by a lot of people. Rumors are that she was the one who infiltrated the imperial base of Gorno and stole the plans of an imperial superlaser,UNDETECTED.She is a master of sneaking,assassination,CQC and infiltration "Hey Miss.You look like you're waiting for a job." "Yeah Hon.But I ain't low price like the other idiots here." "Okay I'll brief you later,and I will pay you 20 000 creds for the job." "You got it,just contact me and we'll meet sweety." "One team of them is almost ready Zeth.I think I'll search for more later if you'd want me to."
Tar thinks to himself he hasn't heard from his scout or 888 for awhile might as well call him via PDA "888 have you found anything if so come to the office now so we may discuss it." Also i should send one to Platnum one too "Come to my office latter I have a job for you."
Rickard was worried. He had been pondering on things while working at the Czerka office. Dealing with senators and generals who wanted weapons and thinking over two things. The first was who this Kobayashi was. The second was the rebels. They had been to quite, but now to loud with the killing of the senator. Before he forgot though, he looked through the trandoshan, and like the duros said, there was a datapad. It was mostly junk, just some movements of the group. They were a mercenary group, the trandoshan and human, and the 2 duros and rodian were just some slaves they collected during their travels. After about an hour in which the trandoshan kept writing about such trivial details, he arrived at the part about Kobayashi. Start recording: 'Today, Francis met with middleman, called Kobayashi. He offered us lots of money and for us to do a simple job, which was raid some Czerka Corp office on Tatooine. Nothing to special in it. Francis asked some probing questions, and here is what we have learned about this "Kobayashi". He is a business man, working for a large corporation which is an enemy of Czerka Corp. The key to this company's success is to remove Czerka, but to take all of Czerka's assets at the same time. Kobayashi is not his real name. When Francis threatened "Kobayashi" with a blaster, he simply said that if he died, then the men would b hunted to the ends of the galaxy, and would die. So Francis lowered the pistol, and told us what to look for. We had to look for star maps in this office. I don't know why, but "Kobayashi" said they were important, and that when we were done, we should meet him back at the Mos Espa Cantina. End recording. Shit. Mos Espa. Everyone knows that is rebel territory, and going in with 100 Czerka guards across deserts filled with hostile Tusken raiders, and then assaulting a rebel base with god knows how many rebels was more impossible than walking across the lava on Mustafar. Fucking bastards. Well this fucker Kobayashi will have to wait it seems. Right now, the more important thing was dealing with any possible rebel agression on Tatooine that would jeopardize the profits Czerka was making from this base. A meeting was now required between General Terrik ( @Skyicewolf ) and Captain Tar ( @LordZell ). He sent a communication to the two. "It is imperative I meet with the two of you immediately. High priority. This involves the rebels and the future of the Imperial forces on Tatooine."
After months of bouncing around on planets, Cameleus landed a job for the Czerka company, knowing they had strong ties with the empire but they have a high paying job for him, to guard one of the CEO's supreme manager. Not knowing Cameleus will encounter Rickard soon. "Finally, a high paying job. Now to worry if they will rat me out to the empire" After talking with the VIP hes protecting "I hope i dont have to guard him all day, might want to visit the bar tonight."
(OOC: Shit guys you post a lot really fast.) Caxton waited for the Imperials to find them and for their miserable little lives to be snuffed out. Yet they did not come, they did not die. It appeared that the signal was not traceable. Everyone in the rebel fort had a feeling of relief and a weight lifted from their shoulders. With some new found confidence Caxton's superiors decided it was time to extend the area controlled by the rebels. They were to begin pushing back the Imperials. The troops were excited for a fight yet afraid of the seemingly endless size of the Imperial horde, but they shall succeed. No, they are destined to succeed as they are the forces of good. The light keeping away the darkness and in the stories of old the good guys always win, right? With these thoughts in the front of their minds Caxton's squad headed out into the desert the bright light of hope rekindled in their hearts. Imperials must die as the planet is liberated and remembers what freedom truly is. (OOC:That's it for me today. I've had a long tiring day so goodnight everyone.)
After hearing status of the war, Cameleus was happy to not be in it anymore. But he missed his friends he made in the rebels, and was under Caxton's command for 2 years
General Terrik waved to his bodyguard, saying, "Get a gunship and a fighter escort. We're going to the Czerka headquarters on the planet." He ordered 30 Imperial Troopers to go with him, along with 6 Imperial Interceptors. The gunship was a simple LAAT, painted with faded Imperial colors. It took them a few hours, but they landed, greeted by a group of officials of Czerka corporation. "So, I heard you have information for me?" He said, while the troopers slowly filed out, taking there positions in parade formation behind him.
Rickard was finally glad to meet General Terrik. This shipment was overdue, and he still needed to know about this prototype. Dismissing his associates and that new bodyguard Lara had hired for him, he led General Terrik into the Czerka Corp office, he offered General Terrik a chair and Rickard himself sat down behind his desk, pulling out several datapads and a communicator. "Well General, I have several things to discuss. One is the official orders from my superiors," and Rickard pulled out his orders and showed them to the General. "Secondly, I need to also sign some datapads allowing us to transport the prototype battle droid you requested," and Rickard handed General Terrik the blueprints. "And finally, I need confirmation that the state of affairs on Tatooine. After the senator being killed, I was worried, but now several of my sources are talking of Rebel bomb plots and a possible attack. I need confirmation that you Imperials can hold the line, and if Czerka Corporation can assist in anyway."
After hearing of the CEO meeting with the empire general Terrik, Cameleus finally thought up a plan to assassinate the general during a meeting with the CEO. But first thing he needs to become a body guard of the CEO to get near the general(CEO aka Rickard)*A massive plot has now been uncovered, making a possible interesting plot for this game. hope you guys get interesting in this story plot i made up *
"Yes, I see your orders." The General said, tossing the datapad aside, and hearing the rest of his speech. "May I say, what prototypes are you talking about? I ordered no prototypes. Who gave you these instructions?" He continued. He had all 4 of his bodyguards in the room, as well as 6 Imperial troopers, who were standing guard at the entrance to the room. The rest were lounging around the gunship. "And Rickard, The Imperials CAN hold the line. The rebels can blow up whatever they like, and kill whatever backwater senator they like, but theres no way they'll even be able to puncture our defenses, let alone get into the compound. Czerka corporation should be sending out spare troopers if possible, to comb the desert. That would be a help." He continued this, waiting for an answer about the prototypes.
Rickard nodded his head, pleased. "Well General, I can assign several of my bodyguards to comb the desert. On the prototypes, it was my Czerka superiors on Coruscant. I was informed that it was being built on Kuta, where another Czerka base is, and I assumed that they had constructed it and you wanted it. The only other person who could possibly know about this other than me, you and the Czerka superior is Captain Tar." Collecting his orders and returning them to his pockets, he looked back at the communication he had received and showed it to General Terrik. "As you can see, I was informed that you required this, and thus was put on the requisition list. And the only reason Captain Tar knows about it is that he said he wanted to tinker with it." He also handed the communication he had with Captain Tar "Well, what do you think General?"
