SWRPF Archive CarbonEye - (Star Wars...007 style)

IC: Mandras Kruk

Kruk nodded then walked away to his docked ship. The words repeated in his mind, "Get off of my ship, Kruk." what nerve he thought. Mandras walked into his ship then shot to the surface of Coruscant after the docking bay control let him go. Mandras landed in the section of Coruscant where the Senate building lay, slowly he guided the ship into the hanger bay of a Senator from Correllia, an old friend who would tell him anything he needed for the appropriate bribe, and did he have money, after the bet on Malastare's annual Swamp Podracing Championships he didn't need to worry, surely his friend wouldn't get in over his head asking for a high bribe.

As he walked down the rampway of his ship he spotted the Senator walking towards him, flanked by two guards on each side. His face was unassuming, "not a good sign" , Mandras thought.

Datchus shook his head a he greeted Mandras with a soft hand shake, "So, how is business on Correllia?" the Senator motioned for his guards to leave them alone as Mandras replied.

"Actually I don't hunt anymore, after that assassination attempt, I have a feeling someone has a grudge against me. So, speaking of that do you have any new info on the situation?" Mandras tried to persuade Datchus into giving him the info for free, but usually it would not work, infact he had no chance of convincing his friend.

"Not so fast... I have some better news, some you might find interest in, since I hear your part of the MI5 now. Well about a day ago I get a holo document sent to me through the holonet, I open the message to find an interesting bit of info, it may help, supposedly these crooks of some sort had been planning this for a long time, the bomber, that infamous man, the darksider I hear through this message, well my point is, they will probably use the stolen goods at another time, at a high event, to make the MI5 distracted, I wouldn't be surprised if they do something on Coruscant around the time of that Senatorial buildup, discussing the overall state of the Republic's laws and policies, so keep your eyes peeled," Mandras listened intently then nodded.

TAG: Green Team

 

OOC: *Black in Black blasts over invisible speakers as DVc stumbles into the Thread looking like he partied all week.*

Hey all...I'm back...

I've read through the pages....but I'm still lost...I'll refrain from posting untill I get an "Up to speed" PM from my twin brother Sith-I-5.

Oh...and Nsper7....

WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!! (Couldn't help myself...your lucky you appologised before I got back or it'd be 20-billion times worse.)

And BO:

((And good Idea threatening him with me...I left my last Darth Attacus post open, so I could have come down and kicked his ass...or brought in my good ol' stand-by character...Devon[/b.....AFTER I verbaly destroyed him in an OCC post.))


So...Post as soon as I get an UTS PM....

 

OOC: Liv and I are back from hols now, and thankfully not much has happened with blue group while we were away. Score one for us!!! Anyway, just an idea, Sith and Draco; stop covering your bases so much. In every bond film bond geets into real trouble and then has to fight his way out. No-one has the authority to kill your characters, so put them in a bit of danger, yeah?

IC: Zachos

Zachos put a hand over Markus' communicator. He looked at the more experienced agent, and no sparkle was in the older mans eyes now. Carfax saw the serious side of Zachos for the first time.

"Tell the other speeder to go the other way, and the interceptor to go a third. They won't know who is in which speeder, and i doubt they have enough firepower to take out all three. They will be forced to take us alive to make sure they get the ones they want, and they probably won't be able to do that until we get to our destination. From there we will have more options." He smiled. "Of course, thats just a suggestion. Its your call boss." He span the cigar around his finger again and slotted it back into his pocket.

Tag: Livvi

 

OOC: Why everyone thinks I'm going to blow up this ship is beyond me..... surely you don't think of me as that difficult do you?

IC: The Snipers Song
Location: Smuggler's Point, Coruscant

The Sniper's Song showed very little interest in the great hullabaloo doing on around it. Shield or no, it simply stood.

TAG: Whoever is brave / foolish enough

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[color=red][b]IC: Team Blood Trinity[/b][/color]
[i]Location: The Ruby Sunshine, Jumping back into Hyperspace at Reece[/i]

"Adder!" Lash's shrill voice shone out, shoving the sniper out of his sleep on the frieghter's cargo bay floor. "Adddeeeerrrr!!!"

"Oh please no." he said as the door of bay flew open. Lash stormed down the steps and missed kicking the man in the gut. "You worthless lug, get up."

"What in all get up and go is up with you?" he said, getting up and speaking in a very tired but annoyed voice.

"You know what we left back on Coruscant????" Lash yelled. "My bombs! You left my stockpile on your ship!!"

Adder winced at her voice. "Yes, I know." he said painedly. "A lot of my auxilary stuff was there too. Hells bells woman, I just got my Death Hammers and my Star Anvil. All my ionization and disruption equipment is back there."

"Well?!?!?" she shouted. "How in my sweet mother's fanny am I going to make bombs hmmm? If I don't have my stuff, I'm pretty much useless!"

"I'm sure you can pick up stuff on Mytus VII." Adder said, rubbing his eyes. "The worlds over there tend to have some good stuff. Corporate Sector something or another was it?"

"I'm not working with shoddy so called "Corporate Sector Authority" goods." she said. "Its like asking Michalengio to work with durawax!"

"Well Michalengio...." he said, "if we would have went to get your stuff, you wouldn't be painting any more chappel ceilings at all. We'll all be working in limited means for a while."

Lash turned off in a huff and walked back up the stairs...

"By the way." Adder said, shouting to her. "You're stuff back on the song wouldn't happen to be dangerously ready to explode would it?"

Lash turned to give the man a look of daggers. "Of course not! All my materials are completely safe til I hook them up! What kind of bombmaker do you think I am???"

"Ah what a shame." Adder said as he watched the woman leave. Frelling Lawmen. Too good these days.

[b]TAG: No One [/b]

 

OOC:

Why everyone thinks I'm going to blow up this ship is beyond me..... surely you don't think of me as that difficult do you?

You're just too unpredictable, Hammer.

 

OOC: *smacks self on head* Sorry I haven't been posting, Red Team. RL is catching up with me. Hopefully this week won't be too bad.

Ic as Onolar Neot, Cale Krest, and Pam Rocker

Pam walked up to Shalin and pointed a finger at him. "First off, I'll do as I please, and you need me. 2) I told Jabba that instead of you guys being MI5, you were a merc. team and I was apart of it. Looks like I was reading Onolar's mind," she said, looking around at the group.

"That you were, Pam," The fish-faced Mon Calamari said on the boarding ramp of Get Rich. "Good to see you're alive."

"I almost got shot! Jabba would have killed me."

"No, it was your big mouth that would've killed you. You can go with with the team Pam, and you will get paid for your information.

"You guys get going, though. It's about an hour or two to Jabba's from here. I'll contact M and see what I can find out then I'll contact you guys." Onolar looked at the Swoop and then the skiff like hover car thing. "That's a sweet ride. Koko, you drive the skiff, Cale, you take the swoop. Lead, a suggestion. Don't ask, just volunteer people. Good luck guys." Onolar coughed as a a gust of dust went into his nostrils. He quickly retreated into the ship.

Cale smiled in his helmet, but wondered why they needed an escort speeder. A merc has to be prepared. The swoop was nice looking and apparently fast. Cale turned to Shalin as he mounted the swoop, "I suggest we get going Lead."

Pam quickly jumped into the skiff and began to look at some of the componets, impressed with the skiff's complexity. She looked over at Shalin. "Lead, if this bucket of bolts breaks down, don't worry. I can fix it.

Tag: Red Team


IC as Onolar Neot

Onolar went to the ships Holocam and opened a transmission to M. "M, this is Agent Neot. We've run into some strange things here on Tat. Firstly, we need to know ASAP if there is any MI5 presance on Tatooine, especially in Jabba's orgnization. We have a guy claiming to be one of ours in there. He got my contact out alive, but it might be a trap. Secondly, there was a strange old man who gave us some vehicles. He called himself 'S'. Can
you confirm?"

Tag: M

 

IC: as M
MI5 HQ - Coruscant

Recieving the transmission, M responded. "That's affirmative, Agent Neot. We have agents all over the galaxy feeding us information. Agent Leiter is stationed in your sector. He's spent a lot of time working his way into Jabba's `circle of friends`. If at all possible, it would be wise not to blow his cover. But, yes, he is one of ours." He hesitated. "And then there's `S`... He's our Q'u Branch associate that seems to pop up in the oddest places. But he's harmless." M smiled.

TAG: Onolar...

 

IC:Ruana Trebond
As the Cortania approached the docking bay, Ruana stood with raised brows, listening as Joss got angry at Kruk.
She smiled slightly. "Temper, temper...very nice,"she observed dryly, adding in a childlike, breathless tone, "I just love the fireworks!"
Tag:Joss, Green Team

 

OOC:

Why everyone thinks I'm going to blow up this ship is beyond me..... surely you don't think of me as that difficult do you?

Wee-ell....

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[i]The 'Darth Unlucky', Smugglers Point[/i]

[b]IC: Nifesta, Yoda[/b]

Bleeping an audible warning like a lorry backing up, the Republic Cruiser reversed carefully out through the green energy dome, rear Dyne 577 engine mounts first, crew section, then the bridge and it's salon pod.

Energy crackled across the vessel's hull in all shades of green and white; fingers of lightning jumped between the ship's bow and the shield dome even after the two separated, like lovers desperate not to be parted. [i]Parting is such sweet sorrow[/i].

Then the [i]Darth Unlucky[/i] retreated far enough, the branches of power unable to keep their grip on the escaping vessel. Green lightning coruscated across her upper hull one last time and dissipating harmlessly.

[i]Free at last,[/i] Nifesta thought to himself in relief, gratefully setting his ship down down on the ferrocrete apron, [i]free at last. Thank frag almighty, free at last.[/i]

Master Yoda looked up at the Twi'lek pilot. "A drama queen you are."

[b]Tag: Anyone watching the shield dome.[/b]

 

INTERPOL ERT
Smuggler's Point Docking Bay
Coruscant

Captain Mors was pleased that the three beings had complied quickly without any trouble.

"Alright, now if you could provide some form of ID and an explanation, that would be quite helpful."

Mariss moved forward to the three, datapad in hand.

"Slowly now. Sudden movements cause problems."

Captain Mors activated his comm.

"Command, squad leaders, this is Captain Mors, I'm in the control room, found a pair of Ithorian males and a human male. Ithorians claim to be Detectives Crickett and Tibbs, from Meerian Vice. They may be the ones who put up the shield over the target. Checking for ID now."

********

Down below, Azira's team watched in surprise as the cruiser slipped through the large shield.

"Captain...?"

"I see it Fynn. All members, hold your fire."

Dace's message came through the lead channel. As soon as he finished, Azira spoke.

"This is Captain Thri'kel, can we get an ID on the Republic Cruiser that just passed from under the shield?"

********

Aboard Hawkbat I, Askrut and Tris listened patiently as the human male related a complicated story in response to their inquiry. They communicated along a private channel.

"So, what's the procedure? Ambassador? Militant? Trauma victim?"

"Looks like we're going to have to evac him, take him to the higher-ups. Make sure he's unarmed.

Lysire, we need to get this man out of here."

"Alright Askrut, do you want me to drop you off."

"Negative Lysire, the target's shielded, we'll do no good here."

"Strap yourselves in then."

Tris and Askrut sat down on opposite sides of Sadow, fastening their restraints.

"Sir, as a gesture of goodwill, please turn over all weapons."

Lysire turned the transport away from the crash site, headed towards the deploying ground troops. Suddenly, a cruiser emerged from the large shield right in their flight path. Lysire twisted the vessel into a spinning dive as she piloted beneath it, wincing as she heard a thud echo from the hold.

"You alright back there? I told you to strap in."

"We did, but our guest didn't like it. He's seems fine, better make sure he can get medical attention when we touch down."

Lysire leveled off, hailing the vessel above her.

"Republic cruiser, please identify yourself."

TAG: Sith-I-5, nsper(I'm too good for seatbelts)7, whoever is running control

OOC: Guess I'll do a Shalin post after class.

 

OOC: Meerian Vice picture here, and on MI5 gallery.

Thank goodness for tracing paper and pencils!

[image=http://www.geocities.com/yavin_base/bs_pics/mvice.jpg]

 

OOC: As Zachos explained, we're back. Woo! Happy Halloween as well, and all that.

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[b][color=blue]IC: Markus Carfax[/color][/b]

[i]"Tell the other speeder to go the other way, and the interceptor to go a third. They won't know who is in which speeder, and i doubt they have enough firepower to take out all three. They will be forced to take us alive to make sure they get the ones they want, and they probably won't be able to do that until we get to our destination. From there we will have more options. Of course, thats just a suggestion. Its your call boss." [/i]

Markus took a couple of seconds to consider this plan. Much as he liked to be in control, a double dose of nicotine, a speeder explosion, and Sounil's evac had rattled him a bit. Quietly, he inhaled some more t'bac and decided, what the hells.

"Alright newbie, we'll do it your way." he replied, bringing out his datapad and plugging in his comlink into the socket he'd had especially installed. If the perps watching them were any kind of professional they'd be watching the comm channels, but the encryptions Markus had written into outgoing 'pad messages would leave even the most sophisicated droid decoder scratching its headplate.

"Bo, this is Carfax. I want you to break off and approach the store by a different route. Be creative. They've got to think it's all of us in there."

[color=blue][b][TAG Bo, Zachos][/b][/color]

 

Lounge aboard the ?Chosen One?, somewhere on Alderaan

IC: Sounil Mistry, Neida Guom, The paramedic

The paramedic was starting to look well peeved with the circumstances.

?Look, this is all very cosy, but I really do have a job to do. You know, racing around the streets in the ole? ambo, saving lives-?

?Rescuing thranta from trees.? Supplied Sounil helpfully, leaning on the circular holotable, watching Nuom writing something on a piece of durasheet, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she concentrated on getting her handwriting as neat as possible.

?Thranta can fly.? The ?medic pointed out.

The pretty Twi?lek shrugged. ?Sorry, don?t know any other Alderaan lifeforms.? She looked over at the Eddel agent.
I?m not saying she was short, but she had to sit on two Comlink Directories (like telephone directories) to reach the table.

?Whatcha doing?? Sounil enquired in a small girls? voice.

?Writing a letter to Kalio Dynkos.?

The Twi?lek?s interest was piqued. ?Oh yes. And who is he when he?s at home??

The answer would have to wait, as the Last Bolt?s voice came over the P.A. system came over the public address system, informing everyone that Cotati?s position might be compromised.

Agent Mistry quickly moved sideways to escape the table, tugging Guom by the fabric of her black stealthsuit to follow her.

?Come on, leave that. We should get to the jetpacks in case we need to be deployed.? The taller agent slapped a hand to an internal comm. panel, calling the bridge. ?Ordis, what do you want us to do??

TAG: Rion

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[i]The 'Darth Unlucky', Smugglers Point[/i]

[b]IC: Mitch Nifesta, Yoda[/b]

"[i]Republic cruiser, please identify yourself.[/i]"

Nifesta didn't answer immediately, running a quick ID check on the caller, learning that it was coming from an INTERPOL ship. He was hardly going to reveal his vessel's MI5 status to any old caller. He depressed the 'Response' button.

"[b]This is the MI5 patrol ship, the [i]Darth Unlucky[/i]. We were assigned to block the fugitive vessel from firing upon civilian targets. Are you responsible for the shield that almost trapped us along with it?[/b]"

Though he tried to keep his emotions in check, the Twi'lek E.P.E. found his tone rising towards the end of the sentence.

[b]TAG: [color=firebrick]INTERPOL E.R.T.[/color][/b]

 

OCC:There's the edit, SITH

Courscant, The Cortania IC as Joss Vendu

Joss Vendu didnt even slow the ship down for Kruk to leave. Frag him, he intoned.

Fixing his attention to landing the ship upon arrival to the docking bay where the Sniper's Song was boarded, Joss barely heard Ruana's comment, "Temper, temper...very nice. I just love the fireworks!" He noticed the smile on her face as she spoke and failed at stifling a laugh of his own.

"He's better off angering me instead of dealing with you darling. At least with me he will still be able to walk away. This time." ,Vendu joked back as the ship set down and killed the whine of it's repulsor engines. Joss ordered the Jet-Commados to stay put and motioned for the agents to follow his lead.

Upon exiting the Cortania, Joss spied the green glow of the shield protecting the city from it's possibly explosive contents.

Joss calmly said aloud, "Honey, I'm home!" into the comm he'd connected on the channel to Nifesta's. "Mitch, this is Joss. We're here for the Sniper's Song. But there's a bit of a snag with this shield over it."


TAG:NIFESTA/INTERPOL/GREEN TEAM

 

INTERPOL ERT
Smuggler's Point
Coruscant

"Sorry Unlucky, but we have no idea where that field came from either. One of the teams on the ground just hit the control room, we should have an answer soon."

********

Azira's squad was circling the opaque shield, making sure that nothing aside from that vessel came in or out. Then without warning a ship suddenly landed in the bay.

"Defensive positions, now."

The team quickly scrambled, moving for cover around the edges of the shield and behind the various containers, weapons trained on the hole. A man stepped down from the ship.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Blood of Breil'lya...

She sent a signal to the rest of the team.

"Stand down, he's one of ours. Thri'kel out."

They resumed their positions around the ship.

"What is your major malfunction moron? Are you trying to get someone killed?"

She approached the human, attempting to keep her cool. She shook her head and spoke, a note of annoyance still in her voice.

"Agent Vendu, I'm Captain Azira Thri'kel, INTERPOL ERT. Try not to bring down the whole bay ontop of us, we're having trouble enough with the shield."

She contacted Captain Mors.

"Dace, the ground team's approaching, can we get a man-sized opening in the shield?"

********

Mariss took the offered IDs, checking them with his datapad. After a few moments, he handed them back.

"Identification confirmed."

They lowered their weapons, turning to the controls in front of them, as Dace recieved Azira's transmission.

"We need an opening in the shield for the team below, think you can manage that for us?" he asked the three beings.

The old man moved to the controls, fingers pressing a series of buttons.

"Looks like you have your opening Azira. Advance with caution."

********

Down below, a man-sized hole appeared in the shield at ground level in front of the team. Azira stepped aside to let the MI5 agent and his entourage through.

"Squad, prepare for the search. Move slowly and try not to damage anything."

TAG: Sith-I-5, Darth_bojangles (whose edit required editing on my part), Rilwen_Shadowflame, Imperial_Hammer (it is his ship), anyone else on the team.

********

Shalin Kitovaz
Mos Espa Spaceport
Tatooine
A remarkably out of the way system

Shalin calmly stood still as he was berated by the irate female.

And we were all set to rescue her...

The Calamari team leader reappeared on the ship ramp, and Shalin listened patiently as he conversed with his Twi'lek friend. He simply shrugged as Onolar suggested that he draft operatives rather than ask for volunteers.

"Don't know their capabilities as well as you do. I'll keep it in mind though."

Onolar returned to the vessel, and Shalin figured it was time to get moving.

"Alright ladies and gentlebeings, all aboard your vehicles."

He watched the Twi'lek mechanic inspect the craft.

"Lead, if this bucket of bolts breaks down, don't worry. I can fix it."

"For what they're paying you, you'd better. And if you were nearly killed at the palace, why are you heading back?"

TAG: Uber-Ed, Red Team

 

IC:Zachos

The trainee agent sat back in his seat, and darkened the speeders windows an extra amount. He checked the doors to the speeder were unlocked, and undid the restraints. If he was wrong and the adversaries did take a pot shot, then he wanted to be able to bail out quickly. He leaned forwards and spoke over lefty's shoulder. "Ok agent... whatever, drive slowly and without purpose, and try to keep to busy streets. That may dissuade them from a pot-shot on the offchance. But be ready to give us speed if its needed." Zachos smiled. "Our lives are in your hands matey. Don't drop 'em."

Tag: Lefty, Liv

 

Aboard the Correlian Frighter, Ruby Sunshine
Enroute to Reece
Hyperspace

Lisia dragged the corpse of the unfortunate transport operator into the hold of the ship, dropping the body amongst the cargo.

THUD

CLANG came a noise from the back of the hold.

TAG: Trick or Treat

 

OOC: I love Trick or Treats!!!! Bring it LW, oooooh, I'm so excited!!! Is it an enemy? Is it a friend? Only time will tell!

IC: Lisia
Location: Onboard the Ruby Sunshine, Cargo Hold, Enroute FROM Reece

CLANG came a noise from the back of the hold

Lisia dropped the useless man's body and spun around, kicking up her Forcepike into her hands and activating the vibrounits inside it. The Pike hummed its deadly tune, the subsonic energy coursing down it.

"Adder, head on down here, Cargo Hold, with Sadira. Either I'm going crazy or we're not alone on this ship." she said into her comm.

She gave a little smile as she advanced deeper into the hold. "Come Out, Come Out whoever you are." she said with a gentle voice, laced with poision. "If you give yourself up without a fight, we promise not to hurt you."

She crounched low on the ground, moving on all fours. It was a Teras Kasii technique known as Tigril Walking, which prevented an enemy from achieving an advantageous attack position.

TAG: LW

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[b]IC: The Sniper's Song[/b]
[i]Location: Docking Bay, Coruscant [/i]

The Entryway of the Sniper's Song looked pretty safe. The autogun turrets hung useless outside their joints, fried by the ion blast the ship took. It was a pretty clean ship, with two hallways spanning from the main chamber. One head left and made a turn out of sight, the other head right to what looked like the cockpit.

[b]TAG: Explorers [/b]

 

Courscant, Docking Bay IC as Joss Vendu

Joss Vendu looked up to see an INTERPOL officer hailing him for his attention. She had apparently not been in a very fun mood as he determined from the inflection of her voice,"Agent Vendu, I'm Captain Azira Thri'kel, INTERPOL ERT. Try not to bring down the whole bay ontop of us, we're having trouble enough with the shield."

Joss had noticed the female mumbling something derogatory just before she moved to his posistion. Just frelling great, he thought. Beat Cops with an Additude. The female officer turned toward her comm and gave a call to an unseen being and it resulted in a man-sized opening in the green bubble."Looks like you have your opening Azira. Advance with caution. Squad, prepare for the search. Move slowly and try not to damage anything." ,the voice said.

He gave her a sardonic smirk in response and said with all the sarcasm he could muster, "Good to see you've got the place covered. Now I'm sure no one will litter in this sector. Look I dont mean to be rude ma'am, but if we cut the insults now, we can save a lot of time. How about we just start over on the right appendage?"

Joss continued through the sheild hole with the Green Team in tow. It seemed MI5 and INTERPOL had a very conflicting method of operation. INTERPOL appeared to Joss as being a very professional and rigid type of unit, while MI5 had a two drink minimum and encouraged the 'no underpants is good underpants' rule. They dont call us commando for nothing! This is gonna be fun, Vendu intoned mockingly. Still INTERPOL had done quite the job helping out.

He kept forward and called out to the Female agent, "Just where in the frell is Nifesta? Oh, and feel free to follow us inside the ship agent... Erm, what was your name again?"

TAG:INTERPOL/GREEN TEAM/NIFESTA

 

OOC: Lightwarden, please don't godmod my character

IC: Anton Sadow

INTERPOL ERT Transport

Sadow looked at Tris and Askrut, "As you wish."

Before he could hand over his blaster or his lightsaber, he felt a tremor in the Force and dropped to the ground a mere microsecond before the violent shift, thus avoiding being thrown to the floor. To an untrained observer, it would appear he had fallen as a result of the violent maneuver.

After the hair-raising maneuver, Sadow stood up, smiling at both his hosts as they commented to their captain about needing medical attention, "I am fine. It takes more than that to knock down a Sith Lord." He said it loudly enough that the pilot could hear it.

"Now, you wanted my weapons."

Carefully, so as not to arouse the fear of the ERT soldiers, he simultaneously unclipped his lightsaber and pulled out his heavy blaster pistol, handing both to his hosts.

"Are you happy now gentlemen?"

If trouble arose, Darth Vulcanis would not need weapons; the Force was more than enough.

TAG: Lightwarden

 

IC: Keskay& Haley Qubey,Endra

Haley received the notice with a stoic face. The land that had once been the two warehouse complexes was now one giant crater. The turrets came to a stop as Haley waved them off. She had expected CarbonEye to contact her by now.

"Lady Haley, what should we do now?" one of the bridge officers asked.

"Set a course back to Ord Mantell." she said, her eyes staring off into the space ahead of her.

"Right away." came the reply. A few minutes later, they were in hyperspace.

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Not long after entering hyperspace, Haley felt the familiar jolt as the battleship reverted back to realspace.

"We're here, m'lady." the navigator said.

"Good. The fact that we returned here should tell him that at least we survived, He'll no doubt contact me soon, now." she said as she sat down in her captain's seat. She brought her elbows to rest on her knees as she leaned forward, placing her entwinded fingers just below her eyes. And she waited.

[b]TAG: CarbonEye.[/b]

OOC: I'll catch Anemone up with Green Team tomorrow. Just got back home from going to a local universities Anime Con over the weekend, a costume party, and tonight's handing out of candy. Brain fried.

[hl=blue][color=blue]-[/color][color=skyblue][b]~This is no Zaku, Boy. [i]No Zaku![/i]~[/b][/color][color=blue]-[/color][/hl]

 

IC: Lefty

What was with this guy. First he tried to force him from the drivers seat, and now he was telling him how to drive.

A red light flashed on the instrument panel.

"Why don't we let me do my job." He said angrily, hands off the wheel and turning to look at Zachos and away from the road.

A load horn blared, and still not looking, Lefty locked the doors with one hand, and with the other knocked the control stick to the side, throwing the speeder hard to the right, and slamming the un-restrained Zachos into the car door, while narrowly missing a large transport speeder.

Lefty returned his eyes to the trafic, with wich they were now going against.

"And buckle up, or next time I'll leave the doors open." He cutt back into his lane just before a small speeder slammed head on into them.

He stayed with the heavy traffic, but weaved in and out to keep moving at a steady clip....

"Your Lead Markus."

Tag: ya'll

 

IC:Ruana
"He's better off angering me instead of dealing with you darling. At least with me he will still be able to walk away. This time."
Ruana laughed wickedly. "True. Very true."
She followed Joss, watching with an amused expression as he irritated the INTERPOL officer.
"Play nice,"she whispered jokingly.
Tag: Azira, Joss, Green Team

 

Smugglers Point. Docking bay tarmac.

IC: Nifesta

Flashing his MI5 identity badge at cautious members of the INTERPOL strike team, the Twi?lek made his way round the glowing shield dome to the open area where Joss Vendu?s team and a bunch of INTERPOL?s finest were preparing to board the fugitive vessel.

As he had told Master Yoda enroute to Bothan space, the other MI5 agents tended to fear him, so for Agent Vendu to actually invite him along; well, let?s just say, the E.P.E. was thrilled.

He kept his visor over his eyes, a big help this close up to the opaque force field.

As he approached the group of heavily armed beings, he recognised Vendu from the end of the Naboo mission, when Nifesta was just a recently freed prisoner of the Bothans, assisting the Service in taking them down.

He paused, sensing the proximity of food. Allowable food anyway; Sith or Dark Jedi. Not being allowed to eat Lightsiders was like being on a low sodium diet. He glanced up to one of the INTERPOL transports as it hovered overhead, and his gaze and concentration intensified to the point where-

"Just where in the frell is Nifesta?" Vendu groused from somewhere behind him.

His mood broken, Nifesta turned in a swirl of robes and advanced on the impatient operative. "Do not count me out too soon, Agent Vendu. Agent Trebond?" He nodded down towards the lithe female who had saved his life the last time he had met her.

Resourceful little minx, he thought.

TAG: Vendu, Ruana, Green Team, INTERPOL ground staff.

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[color=blue][i]Cotati Blueprints rooftop?by the end of this post, anyway.[/i]

[b]IC: Agents Sounil Mistry, Neida Guom[/b][/color]

Oblivious to the James Bond music following them down, the two operatives dove from where they had exited through an external hatch on the [i]Chosen One[/i], and glided down towards the scatter of dark grey rooftops in the part of the town where Cotati Blueprints had their office.

Somewhere below them, the [i]Last Bolt[/i] played a laser marker over the building they were heading for, so they didn?t land on the wrong one.

Sounil had acted the moment the alert had come through. Although [i]she[/i] was inclined to pull the team off the planet, [b]M[/b] thought it important that they meet with the business owner.
With her arms at her sides in a rear v-formation, and her legs bent at the knees, frigid air whipped up past her, but at the same time cushioned her to slow her fall. If she hit the ground without decelerating, she?d still be mush, but compared with the stealth-suited Eddel agent, she was going slow.

Guom rocketed past her on her left, limbs in a similar formation, the black skin-suit giving the shorter agent less wind-resistance and allowing her to forge ahead.

Carefully, Sounil reached a hand behind her to the rocket pack; remembering to straighten her legs so she didn?t burn them off, she fired the turbos.

* * *

Engine long extinguished, Sounil arched her head and back up, brought her legs down and fired the repulsors, landing on her feet on the buildings? roof. She shucked the rocketpack, and squatted, pulling out her blaster, covering Guom?s arrival.

Both women moved across the damp surface, splashing through pools of stagnant water still they reached a doorway leading down into the building proper.

Guom kicked the door in, and Sounil aimed her gun inside, following it down the stairs. No threats sprang out at them, and the two made it to Cotati?s office with no trouble.

With a quick glance along the glass-panelled corridor, she moved through the frosted glass door into his semi-private office, nodding at the seated businessman and his secretary.

?Sir? Ma?am. I?m Agent Mistry, of MI5.? Sounil smiled to put them at ease, holstering her blaster. She nodded towards her purple-eyed companion. ?That?s Agent Guom. Also MI5. We will need you to move away from the windows.?

For her part, the Eddel was on her comlink: ?Team Leader Carfax? This is Guom. Agent Mistry and

 

Courscant, Docking Bay IC as Joss Vendu

Vendu tried to supress a smile as Ruana whispered to him, "Play nice,"

He fell into step right beside the lovely Agent and replied, "Of course darling. Don't I always." Which was probably the farthest thing from the truth. Joss turned to make a conversation with the INTERPOL officer when deep voice boomed from somewhere close behind.

"Do not count me out too soon, Agent Vendu. Agent Trebond?", Nifesta said. Joss looked back to see the pale Twi'lek catching up. Admittedly, there was still a part of Nifesta that just gave Vendu the absolute creeps, but Joss would never show any outward sign and Nifesta had proved a good Agent since the end of the Naboo Op, so Joss had at least a great deal of respect for the Gentlebeing.

"Nifesta, good to see someone else from MI5 around here. The Sniper's Song is this way," Joss said as he motioned toward the hulking transport.

He walked calmly up to the main entrance and looked to the rest of the group and said aloud, "So, do we just knock, or do i have to guess the magic word?"

TAG:GREEN TEAM/NIFESTA/INTERPOL