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Planting the Seeds of Destruction; [Terrus, PM before entering]
Topic Started: Oct 19 2009, 08:18 PM (105 Views)
Koronos	Oct 19 2009, 08:18 PM Post #1
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	The room was silent. Just one was missing from the meeting, yet none would dare to begin the crucial session without the one presently absent. Most of them sat in their place, while others stood or paced, nervously awaiting the arrival of the prized King of Terrus, Claude Bellivare the Second. He had made the summoning of the Council earlier that day and ensured its members of the utmost importance of the meeting. Almost everyone knew what the King's intentions were and none on the Council had any intention of opposing them. They were cowards. Greedy cowards, whom cared more about their position and power than the opinion of the public. They could only redirect any questioning from the press and interviewers on the subject, as the only answer that they could give was that it would be the best option for the well-being of Terrus. Their new stance on the Republic had resulted in an increase of criminal activity, primarily attributed to the Terr Revolutionary Front. The Council had begun to severely crack down on the T.R.F. over the last few months, hoping to silence the most significant threat to their power. If the King wanted to give Terrus over to the Republic, then who were some insignificant ants to oppose his will? The nervous silence continued and was broken only by a cough or a shaky mutter. Finally, the entrance to the Council Chambers was slammed open and King Claude Bellivare the Second burst into the room with his beaming smile. 'Hello my friends!' he grinned and slapped the back of the nearest council member, who uncomfortably returned an awkward half smile. 'I hope you can excuse my tardiness, I had been tied up in some last minute affairs involving a contact on Coruscant.' A few councilmembers glanced at each other knowingly, 'I have some great news, that is surely worthy of discussion.' He paused for a moment, entertained by the eager anxiety of his fellows, believing they hadn't an idea of the slightest of his vital information. 'As you all know, the Republic has contacted me in the last few months, seeking a deal for some sort of relationship between the Terr and the Senate.' He glanced around the room, allowing his booming voice to settle. He was almost enchanted by his own tone and wording, pompously regarding himself as some sort of regal hero of elegance previously unseen in leadership. His grin widened as he continued, 'of course, I was as hesitant as you or anyone else on Terrus on dealing with an outsider.' A councilmember had to hold back a groan, knowing that Claude had approached the Republic and had initiated the dealings himself. 'However, recently, the Republic has made a fine offer,' as he looked around the room, he was surprised to see so many unsurprised faces. It was as if they had been expecting the news, but that couldn't be. 'They have offered us increased military protection, a trade system and a sizable amount of credits, should we accept their garrison in our system. I believe the answer is clear gentleman.' He took a seat at the front of the room, beaming at the Council. Unbeknownst to the King, was that many of his councilmen were opposed to the idea of the Republic occupying Terrus and would support him for various reasons, but not because they followed him by choice. Oblivious to this, Claude eagerly laid out the proposal and everything that would be involved, leaving out key details, such as the exact figures of the deal he was about to make with the Republic. It would be simple to take a larger portion of the credits without telling them exactly how many credits were being transferred. He then brought the motion forward and asked all in favour to raise their hand.. Edited by Koronos, Oct 31 2009, 11:05 AM.



Koronos	Oct 31 2009, 11:02 AM Post #2
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	A councilmember shuffled uneasily in his chair as he avoided eye contact with any other in the room. He sighed and slowly raised his hand, knowing exactly what the consequences of his actions would result in. He was the oldest member of the Council and wasn't the greatest supporter of Claude. However, he had recieved many threats and had lost several of his grandchildren in suspiscious 'accidents' shortly after he refused to support the King on several issues. He was too fragile to remain vigilante and had reluctantly been broken into a slave to the rest of the Council. The only reason he was still on was to silence any critic's ravings of the King controlling who was on the Council. As long as he served some use to the King, he would remain a councilman, which troubled him. He had considered leaving his position several times, but he felt as though he was in some way influencing the Council to be less corrupt. He knew his place, however, and if he resisted this treaty, he knew that he would lose more than just a relative. He would simply choose to fight the battles that he wouldn't lose, otherwise he would be nothing more than a pointless casualty of the madness of King Claude. One councilman had stared at the old trophy veteran, disapproving of the amount of time which he spent contemplating the issue. In his opinion, it had been a mistake to keep him and soon, Vox would convince the old man to retire from the Council. And if he wasn't convinced through Vox's persuasions, then he would make the arrangements personally. Of everyone on the Council, Vox was the closest to King Claude, he was practically an advisor at this point. Whenever the King needed advice, he would approach Vox with his problem and Vox would solve it for him, one way or another. In recent years, Vox had realized the power of his position and had used it to assert his influence on everyone within the Council. He had managed to subtlely wrap the King around his finger and make him and everyone else think he was still in control. Everyone believed that Vox was a servant to the King and in many ways he was, but he did many things that the King was no aware of. His manipulation of the King had been a slow process and many of his fellow councilmen had frowned upon his fraternization with a clearly foolish and naive King. The benefits ultimately outweighed the reputation it gained him as a suck-up to the King. He had more wealth, power and influence than any other on the Council and that was just the beginning. It had been simple to organize a deal with the Republic and allow the King to think it had been his idea from the beginning. However, there was much more to Vox's plan than just money. He had no intention of allowing the Republic to gain control of Terrus, in fact, he didn't even expect them to get onto the surface of the planet. Vox was quite aware of the public hatred of the Council and the widespread distrust of their King and he was going to use that to his advantage. That was why he had contacted the Terr Revolutionary Front, which had resulted in his contact with its Commander, Leto Kentareh. Just as it had been simple to win over the King, Vox had earned the trust of the revolutionary with information on several key installations, allowing them to conduct several successful raids. Leto believed that Vox was working to defeat a viscious dictator and didn't stop to even question the councilman's motives. Currently, the TRF had some of the public's sympathy, but ultimately, few would directly support such a radical movement. However, with the induction of the planet into the Republic, Vox knew that the TRF would gain momentum and would ultimately be able to fight an actual war against the Council. Vox would then make his move and become the political head of the TRF and would lead them to victory against the oppressors of the planet. Of course, Vox didn't care about who controlled the planet in the end, in fact, the Republic could have the damned thing. All Vox wanted was control of the Council and the position of King, which would take time, but things were in motion and Vox knew that currently, there was no one clever enough that was capable of stopping him. Edited by Koronos, Nov 1 2009, 08:04 PM.



Koronos	Nov 1 2009, 08:04 PM Post #3
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	Every hand in the room had been raised; the fate of Terrus had been set in stone. The King's round features were twisted into a sick childish grin, one that a boy might have after stealing a jar of cookies from under the watch of his parents. He patted the back of his personal advisor, Vox, who returned his gesture with a forced smile which Claude could not detect. 'A toast, to our excellency, the King of Terrus!' The red Terr raised a glass which he had been sipping from, gesturing for others in the Council to follow suit, 'Whom without, we would surely be lost.' Vox's words were spoken with only the slightest hint of sarcasm, which no one took note of, as they were far more concerned with this treaty which was coming to pass. All of the councilmen took their various drinks and raised them to Claude's false-honour, watching as the King practically bathed in their praise. He raised his own glass of fine wine and drunk with a lack of civility and manner, indulging himself in his finest hour. He gasped for air as he finished his entire glass before snapping his fingers and ordering for a servant to refill his empty cup. There was a short silence, in which all laid their eyes upon the King, disgusted at his drunken behavior. 'My lord, I didn't want to bring this up beforehand,' Vox began, knowingly breaking the tension in the room. 'But, if we are going to pass this treaty, I think we should consider the consequences.' The King turned to face Vox, shifting uncomfortably in his tight throne to glare into the Terr's eyes. Vox had openly begun to point out a possible flaw in Claude's treaty, something which ordinarily, Claude would have fussed over. However, the treaty had already been passed and it wasn't any ordinary councilman, Vox was his personal advisor. Although, that was a role which Claude had intended to be private, he didn't want his councilmen to believe he was choosing favourites. Perhaps he would discuss it with Vox afterwards, after all, Vox was a valuable asset, worthy of keeping around. Plus he was also an avid supporter of everything that the King did, which made Claude wonder why he was trying to test his patience. Regardless, he would allow Vox to explain himself before he would punish him for such actions. I am after all, a kind and generous leader.. he thought to himself. The room all turned to face Vox, surprised at his outburst. A councilman at the back assumed that Vox was merely testing his boundaries, seeing how far the King would let him go. However, Vox had less trivial motives behind his remarks, he did after all, have to keep the King believing that he was on his side. 'When we announce news of the treaty, the TRF will undoubtedly have some kind of retaliation my lord. I apologize if I have spoken out of turn here. However, I believe that with such a bold move on our part, there will be some kind of operation by the TRF.' King Claude's face drooped with the mention of the greatest nuisance to his Empire. The TRF had managed to evade and pester the Terr Military Forces for nearly a decade now and it was clear that they were gaining strength in their efforts. Every failure was broadcast to the public and generally, the public supported the TRF's work against the Council. They were the entire threat to his sovereignty, rolled into one little terrorist group, led by the obnoxiously clever Leto Kentareh. The mention of the TRF spoiled the King's good mood, but Vox had made an important point; the TRF would retaliate against them. 'Perhaps the TRF will try something, Vox,' the King sighed melodramatically as he received his refill from a servant. 'But really, is it anything we need to worry about?' He drank lightly as he stared at his advisor, reasserting himself as the leader of the meeting. 'The TRF are nothing but mercenaries. They present no direct threat to the Council and once the Republic are present on Terrus, they will be wiped out, once and for all.' The King grinned just thinking about his greatest adversary, Leto Kentareh, dead and lifeless. The public would praise him for defeating those who would bring chaos to their world. 'So you see, Vox. I have dealt with the problem already!' He laughed heartily, resulting in an awkward bunch of forced laughter. Vox frowned on the outside, but grinned darkly on the inside; he had managed to kill two birds with one stone. The King believed that the TRF would present no threat to him and Vox had managed to support the illusion of his undying care for the safety of the King and the Council. Who would suspect that the councilman was plotting to lead the TRF against them.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rolan Fera sat silently in his office, unaware of the meeting which was taking place on the other side of the city. He had given up on finishing all of the paperwork which had piled up over the week. It was simply too much work, to make public appearances, develop his speeches and attend debates at the senate. He had been having a hard time managing it all in the last few months, especially since the Council had been doing everything within their power to make things difficult for him. They had dismissed a good quarter of his staff and had sent him large packages of forms to go through which had little to no actual meaning. Rolan knew if he dismissed them, he would pay for it down the road though, so he promised himself that he would finish them sometime later in the week when his schedule wasn't so hectic. He sighed and slid his calloused hands across his hairless head, trying to tell himself that things would look better in the morning. He was one of the last employees in the building and had stayed to work overtime on the mounting piles of forms. The only others were the security team and his secretary, who had an equally appalling amount of forms courtesy of the Council. He groaned as he stood up, stretching his back as he did so. Suddenly, he heard the window snap open, allowing the wind to blow in and send his papers flying everywhere. He swore angrily as he shut it with a crack and then returned to organize the mess of papers. He started piling them up on the ground when he heard another noise behind him. He instinctively reached for his blaster and turned around slowly, only to see nothing but his room exactly as he had left it. He sighed in relief and began to organize his papers once more, feeling slightly on edge, but silly for overreacting. How could anyone get up here without security noticing? He slapped the pile of papers on his desk and gathered his belongings before turning to the door to leave. He froze; directly between him and the door was a dark figure, cloaked in ebony robes. 'How the hell did you get in here? Don't make me call security..' Rolan barked nervously, feeling a trickle of sweat run down his forehead. The cloaked man moved forward and Rolan backed up, falling into his chair with a surprise. He reached for his blaster, but the man pulled it from his grasp with the force with little effort. He gulped, 'Have the Council sent you to kill me?' The cloaked figure shook its head, 'Be glad, Governor Rolan Fera, I have not come to kill you. I have come to tell you of a vision I have had that may change your role in the galaxy forever...'



Koronos	Nov 3 2009, 09:18 PM Post #4
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	A confused expression covered the regal face of Rolan Fera. The intruder to his quarters apparently had no intention of harming him, which seemed odd to Rolan. He took a moment to calm himself before standing up and out of his chair, facing the darkly clad figure. It surprised him that he stood over the assassin, typically the Council only hired the greatest of warriors to do their dirty work. Clearly there was something more to him than his physical abilities and Rolan could only assume that whatever secrets were hidden beneath the darkness of his hood would be better left unknown on his part. 'Listen assassin, I don't know what the Council has offered you in exchange for my head, but I'll double it.' The dark figure laughed in a terrible deep voice that seemed too irregular in its qualities to have been possible for any actual voice. 'I am not interested in your trinkets, Governor. I have come of my own free will and do not worry, I have no intention of taking information from you.' Rolan's mind stopped for a moment, it was as if the figure had read his mind, but that was surely impossible. 'If I was interested in what was within your mind, I would have taken it by now.' Rolan felt a chill creep down his back at the thought of this dark man reaching into his lifeless mind. He began to feel annoyed, using previous frustrations from the past few weeks to fuel his annoyance, who was this man? Why did he think that he could barge in here and scare the living daylights out of the Governor of Feras? 'I demand that you tell me who you are! Tell me why you're here!' There was a momentary pause, as if the figure had to consider his own identity. 'My precise identity.. is unimportant to you, Rolan Fera.' Rolan felt his blood boil at the denial of his request, but was cut off before he could say anything. '-You may refer to me, as the Prophet. A fitting title, as it is the reason for our encounter this evening.' Rolan felt his emotions turn from anger to confusion once more; a prophet had come to visit him? Such individuals were only of myth and legend and Rolan doubted the integrity of this so-called 'Prophet'. 'If you're truly able to see into the future, Prophet, you should know that I am about to summon the security guard-' 'If you intend to summon the guard, than I will hesitantly dispatch him, with far more violence than you might deem necessary.' Rolan once again felt a tinge of fear towards this Prophet and the governor didn't sense a hint of dishonesty in his threat. 'I think we see eye to eye now Governor Rolan, now if you don't mind, I have information that I must relay unto you..' For once, Rolan didn't reply to the Prophet, too defeated to resist the man any longer. He would either listen to what he had to say, else he would pointlessly die an inglorious death. He sat back into his chair, unsure of what else to do at this point. The Prophet nodded almost approvingly at his silence before continuing, 'Tonight, the Council will hold a session and the King of Terrus will bring forth a new issue for discussion. This discussion will result in a vote, in which the Council will unanimously vote in favour of a treaty.' The Prophet paused a moment and leaned in closer, allowing Rolan to see the pale skin and mouth of the dark figure. 'The Council will surrender Terrus' rights and freedoms to the Republic tonight and tomorrow they will announce their decision to the public.' Rolan was stunned, he couldn't believe that the Council had sunk so low. They had gone too far, they had sold Terrus' freedom away and endangered their planet. The Sith and Republic would surely fight over Terrus: once the Republic gained control, it would only be a matter of time. 'Surely you jest, Prophet. Is this some cruel trick?' The dark figure merely shook his head as he pulled back and turned towards the door. 'Why have you told me this then? Answer me that!' The Prophet turned his head back to face the Governor of Feras, 'you're the key to the survival of your people. Either you help in rallying against the Council or your planet will be thrown into chaos. Only you truly hold enough influence for a resistance force to be gathered.' Rolan felt shocked at the Prophet's request that he rebel against his own people and government. How could he expect him to do such a thing? 'I'm but one Terr, I hold the influence of a governor and little more than that. I have no place in such conflicts, Prophet.' The Prophet turned away from him once more, 'then you shall stand by and watch your people fall around you. Now I shall depart, as your security guard is coming to check on you as we speak.' He began to run at full speed towards one of the windows, prompting Rolan to shout as the door to his office was burst open by the security guard, who was wondering why the governor hadn't signed out yet. The Prophet smashed through the glass in a stunning display of speed and momentum, surprising both the governor and the security guard. There was a deafening silence, before Rolan looked over to the guard, 'you know, I pay you to deal with shit like this, right?'



Koronos	Nov 7 2009, 11:17 AM Post #5
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	Meanwhile, back in the council chambers, the meeting had finally adjourned and Vox could only feel entirely sure of himsef. The King had more than his usual amount of wine in what Vox knew was a celebration of his success. Claude believed that bringing the Republic to Terrus would be enough to slow the rise of the TRF. It was arrogance that would the downfall of King Claude Bellivare the Second and Vox was sure that he would be the one to bring about the man's downfall. The public would adore him for freeing their precious planet from the Republic and he would replace the fool at the throne. His plans were already in motion, all it would take was a little push to take the throne from Claude. It wouldn't be simple, Vox knew that he would have to wait until the right moment to make his move, but he was certain that it would eventually present itself to him. In the meantime, he would have to gain the trust of his pawns. As the Council filed out of the council chambers, Vox separated from the group, avoiding the King and his boisterous laugh. He walked silently through a dimly lit hallway, recalling the exact path in his mind. Suddenly, he stopped, hearing some voices in the distance. He ducked into the nearest room and waited, allowing the guards to pass him without noticing him. He began to move again, making a left turn at a fork in the hallway before climbing a set of stairs. At the top of the staircase was an old wooden door, complete with an ancient metal knocker. Vox laughed at his own audacity; surely King Claude wouldn't have expected an informant to contact the TRF from within the Palace itself. He grasped the knocker in his hands, pulling the door open with a heave and a grunt. Dust rose from within the room as Vox lit the candle he had brought from the council chambers. The light iluminated the old room, allowing all of the objects within to cast large shadows. Vox allowed his eyes to adjust to the light before looking around the room, which was an ancient battle tower that Vox had claimed as his study several years ago. He set the candle down on his table and removed his cloak, stretching and groaning; it had been a long day, one that was not yet over. Many would be surprised by the appearance of Vox's study, if he had ever allowed anyone to enter it. He alone held the key to entering and he doubted that many even knew of its existance; it was deep within the Palace and he had secured it behind the King's back. He had had some work done on it, hiding the operation as nothing more than work on the plumbing systems on the Palace. In reality, he had produced a working supercomputer, capable of communications to anywhere on the planet among other things. It was through this device that he maintained his contacts in the criminal underground of Terrus, primarily with one Leto Kentareh... He fired up the primary systems, allowing them to boot up for a moment before setting up a call with the head of the TRF. His system was an amazing feat, it produced a signal on a channel which the police force and the Terr Military Force couldn't operate on. No one would be able to intercept his messages or trace the origins of the calls, as they wouldn't be able to pick them up in the first place. He grinned at his own cunning as he waited for Leto to accept his message. Suddenly, a face came up on his screen; a topaz skinned Terr, with his usual white body art covering his left cheek and his unusually hooked nose so unique to those who had lived on the moon of Terrus. The face was grim, and as usual, commander Leto was in a bad mood. 'This had better be important Vox, I'm in the midst of preparing an operation.' Vox frowned, he disliked when people treated him in such a disrespectful manner, but he knew that Leto was an important resource and a pawn that he could not dispose of without great consequence to his efforts. 'This will be well worth your time, Leto,' Vox spoke in a similarly unmannerly tone, but he tried to maintain some sort of eloquence with his speech, 'The Council had a meeting today, and I'm afraid the worst has come to pass,' Leto's face darkened at the news and he began to anticipate what the councilman was about to tell him. Vox almost enjoyed the suspense, but he knew that the commander would be quick to snap at him if he waited too long. 'The King has created a treaty with the Republic, there was nothing I could do to sto-' 'To hell with you and your politics Vox!' The commander had a look of rage on his face, clearly upset with the councilman for not standing up for Terrus and against the King. It had been a subject of argument between the two of them beforehand, but Vox knew that now was not the time to get into a heated fight with his most valuable pawn. He tried to speak again, but the commander would not be silenced, 'while you sit in your Palace, my soldiers are dying. With the Republic moving into the system, Claude will wipe us off the map. Why the hell didn't you try to stop this Vox? Because of you and your damned Council, Terrus is going to be nothing more than a colony of the Republic.' 'You don't understand the situation Leto, I'm merely choosing when to fight my battles..' Leto snorted at the councilman, as far as he could tell, Vox was nothing less than a coward. If it weren't for his flow of information, Leto would have preferred to have nothing to do with the man. 'If I oppose the King now, then our efforts will have been for nothing. Listen to me, we can turn this entire situation in our favour my friend. The public will support you like never before once the King announces that Terrus will be integrated into the Republic. All you need to do is stop the treaty from being signed by the Republic and you will have the public's sympathy.' The expression on the commander's face was blank, leaving Vox unsure of how he would consider his plan. 'When is the diplomat arriving from the Republic?' Vox smiled darkly, knowing that he had once again succeeded in wrapping his pawn around his finger once more. 'You have ten days to amass a fleet to intercept the diplomat when he arrives in space. If he reaches the surface of Terrus, you will not have a chance in hell of stopping him from signing that treaty. Once you have him captive, we can hold him hostage. After that, the Council will declare all out war on us, I guarantee it and we'll need to consider the Republic backlash, but by the time they arrive, the Council will be overthrown.' Leto stared blankly at Vox, sighing, 'I fear that I am the one who will lose out on this Vox, but I admit that your plan is sound. I shall begin contacting anyone who might be able to assist us.' Vox grinned and nodded at Leto before disconnecting the call, it was amazing how much one could achieve in a single day..



Koronos	Nov 9 2009, 05:31 PM Post #6
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	The darkness of night eventually passed over Terrus and dawn came early for those who inhabited the city of Feran. A public announcement had been made the night before, which had informed the people of Terrus that their King was to be making a statement to the public in the morning. A crowd had already begun to gather underneath the window of the council chambers of the Palace. There were whispers and murmurs over what it could be about, after all, the King hadn't made an appearance to the public in several months. It had been a strange absence, one that the Council had stalled on answering and rightfully so, as the public may have been appalled at the true reason for his disappearance. How would Vox have explained to the press that the King was spending all of his time working out the best possible monetary value for Terrus with the Republic? That of course, had not stopped speculation, in fact, several sources had claimed that the King had passed away and that the Council was running the affairs of the planet without him. It had been an unbased claim with no evidence to support it, especially since there had been sightings of the King in his abode, but many had bought the rumour. It had annoyed Vox to no end when an obnoxious reporter demanded him to tell the truth about their King. He had repeated the same scripted response that he gave to every other one of the damned parasites who fed on nothing but the success of others to survive. The situation had managed to give the King a general sympathy from certain sections of the public, which had evened out some of the tensions between the government and the people of Terrus. It had been in reluctance that Vox had agreed to accompany Claude and another councilman to this announcement. Vox was sure that the people were going to take the news poorly, primarily due to the general hatred of foreign influence. It was going to be a nightmare, to see the reactions of thousands of conservative Terr, as they realized that their King had signed away their planet to the same Republic that had enslaved them in times previous. Of course, in reality, this was not the same Republic as the Empire which had conquested the galaxy to the brink of destruction, but the people would never see that. All they would see was another attempt to convert Terrus into a slave colony, which was exactly the reaction which Vox would require in order for his plans to work. He was not interested in being associated with the event itself, however, especially since his relations with Leto Kentareh were already shaky. The commander of the TRF might assume that Vox was openly supporting the King in his creation of the treaty and it would take time and effort to convince him otherwise. Unbeknownst to Vox, however, was that Leto was already making a move against the King's treaty. After their meeting, Leto had decided that a piracy mission would be too risky to attempt without hiring mercenaries from various criminal empires. He had no intention of endangering his funds for a mission that had already seemed futile, so he instead decided to arrange another operation. Meanwhile, King Claude Bellivare the Second was preparing his speech within his mind. He stared into an ancient mirror, reciting his thoughts verbally while Vox and the elderly councilman stood behind him silently. The curtains flapped wildly at the other side of the room; the balcony had already been opened to signify that the appearance of the King would occur shortly. Vox nervously shifted his feet, anxious to get the messy affair over with. As if he could sense his anxiety, Claude turned on the spot and faced the pair, beaming with his arrogant grin. 'My fellows! Do not look so serious! This is a day to be excited!' He cheekishly grabbed onto their shoulders and marched towards the balcony, where thousands of voices echoed from. The response was enormous and Vox could not tell whether their audience was jeering or cheering them. The King received the noise as applause and praise and acted in his usual exaggerated surprise at flattery. He stepped forward and stood directly over his people, with his two associates standing at his sides. His voice boomed out with amplification provided by the Terr Military Forces, 'Greetings Terrus! It is an honour to see so many fresh faces so early in the morning.' He chuckled and looked out at his followers, 'I am truly lucky to have such a wonderful planet to watch over and I want you all to know that I have always acted with Terrus' wellbeing as my first concern.' He paused a moment, allowing the crowd to cheer at his patriotism. Beside him, Vox almost snorted, did the people truly believe the words that this treacherous man was saying? Were they truly so gullible..? 'It is because of Terrus' safety, that I have called you all out here today. As you are all aware, there is a war raging all around us, with dozens of factions vying for control of the galaxy. It's clear that it's only a matter of time before one of the warmongerers of the galaxy brings their agenda to Terrus.' It was an irony of sorts, and one that Claude refused to see, whilst Vox and the old councilman could see it as clearly as they could see the sky. The mention of foreign powers as warmongerers got a cheer out of the masses below, but Claude was not yet finished and did not allow the shouting to interrupt him. 'It is because of this, that we must take action. The only clear course of action in this time of great crisis is to seek the aid of the peacekeepers of the galaxy; the Republic.' There was now a mix in the crowd; only half of his loyal fanbase cheered, while the rest muttered, confused. 'The Council and I have decided that Terrus should become a colony of the Republic in order to maintain it's safety and economic stability..' Now the crowd began to realize in earnest what their King had done. Many began to boo, while some still supported their overlords. A fight began to break out in the center, with loyalists and angry citizens attacking one another over the treaty. The King began to say something to stop them, but he was cut off, by a bullet to his shoulder. Moments later, the old councilman was stricken through the head by a bolt and he collapsed to the ground. Vox gasped in astonishment before hitting the ground, trying to avoid the assassin's attacks. The public below had not realized what had occured and the riot raged on as the speaker began to bleed to death..



Koronos	Nov 11 2009, 06:59 PM Post #7
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	Lying in the darkness was something that was less of a man and more of a monster. What little light creeped through the window illuminated the foul figure within, only making his already frightening features seem more menacing. It took all of his control to prevent his jaw from thrashing as it usually did when he was nervous. He had to remain as silent as possible and as focused as possible, a feat quite difficult for a trandoshan. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his head as he trained his eye through the scope of his rifle once again. It took him a few moments to adjust it back to the balcony where his target currently stood, giving his speech to the public. As he zoomed in and focused the crosshairs over the King of Terrus, the trandoshan was amused at how easy it had been to reach this point. The Council and the Terr Military Forces were clearly too confident in their security and suffered a delusion of safety. With their move into galactic politics, they would soon learn that things were not quite so simple and the trandoshan knew that he would be the first to be responsible for this change. His grip on his rifle stiffened as he prepared for his shot, aiming directly at the head of Claude Bellivare. Suddenly, he felt a violent cough coming on and he released his grip on the rifle, heaving heavily into his arm. He retrained his rifle on the King and noticed that a fight was breaking out on the grounds below. He smirked as he aimed into the concerned face of the King; no one would even notice the shot. As he pulled the trigger, there was a bang on the door behind him, causing him to miss his intended target. He swore in trandoshan and retrained the rifle on Claude, who had already begun to react to the first shot. The door behind him began to cripple under some sort of ram and the trandoshan was forced to take a quick shot. He was unable to see whether the shot had even struck the King due to the security team, which had broken down the door and were presently charging towards him. He snarled violently, sending spittle everywhere in an angry outburst. He aimed his rifle towards the pair of guards and managed to get off a shot which struck one of the charging Terr in the knee, forcing him to the ground in a scream of horrible pain. Before he could release another shot, the trandoshan was brought to the ground by the officer's baton. Blood spewed from the wretched creature's mouth as the Terr bound his arms behind his back. Several hours later, Claude Bellivare woke up in a cold sweat. He gasped for air and instinctively reached for his shoulder, which was currently aching. He sighed in relief, realizing that he was simply in the Feran General Hostpital, a facility which he had personally put funding into. He rubbed his head, wiping away the bodily fluids, apparently a nurse had heard the ruckus he had caused and had entered the room to see if all was well. She asked if he were to need anything before telling him that a visitor had been waiting for him for a few hours. Claude looked at the nurse nervously, 'has he been checked for weaponry?' The nurse smiled and nodded, revealing that it was Vox who was awaiting him on the ground floor. He heaved a sigh of relief and asked that the nurse send him in; he could always count on Vox to be there in his time of need. His need for a trustworthy assistant was presently more apparent than it normally was, but Claude had dismissed Vox's concerns beforehand. Had Vox not warned him that the TRF would try something as reckless as this? This was a new chapter in Claude's life as King of Terrus, and he knew that in this new period, he would need to have trustworthy servants. The stern face of Vox appeared beside his bed and Claude straightened up to face his advisor. 'Milord, I have heard from these doctors that your situation is stable, but I needed to see for myself. Are you alright?' Claude managed to smile at his companion, 'Yes, yes Vox, I am fine. But I sense that you are hiding something from me, what is it?' There was a moment of silence and Vox would not look directly at the King. 'Lord, a security guard apprehended the assassin and after interrogation, we managed to ascertain the name of his employer.' Claude straightened up further in his bed, of course, he believed that it was none other than Leto Kentareh who had hired this lowlife to bring anarchy to Terrus. He wouldn't outright accuse his adversary of such an act though and would allow Vox to say his name. He would act shocked and then would allow his rising anger to seep through his calm features. 'Well Vox, who was it?' 'I did not expect the answer sire, the assassin named Governor Rolan Fera as his employer.' A confused look crept over Claude's face; Rolan Fera, the rebellious governor, had struck back against him. He hadn't thought the pup to have been so ruthless, however, Claude knew that he must have underestimated the politician. 'There's more as well my King. We believe that Rolan has been an active member of the Terr Revolutionary Front and has been in league with Leto Kentareh all of this time.' Honest surprise came over the King's face, which quickly shifted to outrage, 'How dare that insolent coward! I want him arrested and this coming week, I want him dead, do you hear my Vox? I want him dead!' There was an unusual smirk on Vox's face, which Claude assumed was due to the inevitable disposal of one of his oldest foes. 'Of course my lord, your will be done.'



Koronos	Nov 12 2009, 09:07 PM Post #8
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	Rolan Fera awoke in the darkness to a splitting headache. He instinctively tried to raise his arms to his head, but found that he had been bound to the chair he was sitting in. Panic rose within his chest and his mind ran wild, allowing horrible thoughts involving him dying in various ways to flow freely in his head. He tried to calm himself and managed to redirect his thoughts, trying to figure out who could be responsible for his current situation. Only one answer came to mind, but Rolan couldn't believe that the Council would sink so low. To kidnap a public representative of the people, they would surely be unable to afford such an act. His heart continued to race as he considered the possibilities, however, his train of thought was interrupted by a flash of light. The dark room was immediately illuminated by an old light, which revealed that his surroundings were an ancient jail cell. His eyes burned from the change in lighting and his headache worsened as a result, causing him to moan in agony. His expression turned from pain to shock as he noticed that he wasn't alone; in the corner behind him sat a bloodied corpse of some strange creature. It had been so mutilated that Rolan felt a sickening feeling rise in his stomach and in moments he was spewing vomit all over the dirty floor below him. He pulled his eyes away from the corpse in the corner and looked towards the ground in front of him. He was so disgusted that he didn't notice the door in front of him creak open. It took a cough from the Terr that was standing in front of him to gain his attention. Rolan raised his head slowly, allowing his eyes to slowly adjust to the features of his captor. He felt anger rise in his chest as before him stood a bright red Terr, dressed in regal clothing, with his usual snooty and arrogant expression. 'I should have known that you would be behind this, Vox..' He spat sloppily at the man's feet, missing by a little bit, 'the public will never let you get away with imprisoning a public servant without a reaso-' Vox coughed loudly, cutting off Rolan before he could continue. 'I have not come here to play games with you Governor Rolan. We know that you hired a hitman to kill the King this morning and we know about your association with the TRF.' Rolan laughed before coughing and wheezing from the pain, 'that's your brilliant cover Vox? Do you honestly expect anyone to believe that bullshit?' Vox stared silently at Rolan, a neutral expression stood steady on the councilman's face. 'Actually, Rolan, I believe that the public will buy it completely. However, I know that you had nothing to do with what happened this morning. In fact, Commander Leto told me that you weren't involved when I spoke with him earlier today. The hitman used you as a cover as leverage, thinking that he would get a lesser penalty for his actions. Unfortunately, he became useless after he had revealed that little tidbit to us, so.. well.. you've met him I see.' Rolan grimaced, but felt both shocked and confused. There were so many questions, but Rolan couldn't gather the strength to ask them. All he could do was think, why is Vox telling me all of this? What does he intend to do with me? Is Vox now associated with the TRF? Will I end up like the hitman at the end of all of this? He shuddered at the very thought of dying at the hands of this cruel and malevolent man. Whatever Vox planned to do with Rolan, he would have to play along if he wanted to have any chance of surviving. Rolan found it odd just how powerless he had become, first at the hands of the Prophet and now at the hands of the Council. Was he not the Governor of Feran? He certainly wasn't acting like it. 'It was not my will to have you imprisoned down here Rolan, in fact, were it up to me, I would have you set free.' There was an odd sincerity in Vox's tone that made Rolan feel uneasy, was this an individual that he could trust? He was unsure at this point and could only wait and see what Vox's intentions were, 'we are not as different as you might like to think, Governor. While you have stood against the King politically, I have stood against him secretly, for as we both know, he has truly become greedy and corrupt over the years.' Rolan gazed up at Vox with eyes glazed from the brightness of the lights and the lack of sleep, 'what do you want from me? Why are you even here?' There was once again, a pause, as if Vox himself was unsure of his motivations at this point. 'I've come here to let you know that your time here is coming to an end and you can come out of this in two different situations. In the morning, the King will put you to death unless you escape in the night; which is why I am preparing to break you out of here. However, I cannot afford to break you out of here without some sort of reimbursement, not in funds and not in valuables, but in leadership. The TRF needs a political leader other than myself and who other than the Governor of Feran could rally the people of Terrus against the King?' Rolan sat silently in his chair, staring down at the floor, lost in thought; it had truly come to pass, he would either have to fight against the King, or die at the King's hands. Rolan was not one to settle, however, and began to consider and organize his thoughts. 'I'll do it Vox, but I want you to know that if your intentions are foul and you only care for power and fortune, I will see to it that you personally are brought to justice..' -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Terrus News Broadcast has an important update for the general public: Yesterday morning, during a public rally, an assassination attempt on the King was foiled by the security forces of the Palace. After the perpretrator was brought in for questioning, it was revealed that Governor Rolan Fera was a prime suspect in the operation and he was brought into custody. During last night, a break-in at Terr's high security prison facility in Feran occured and Governor Rolan Fera was not to be found in the morning. The Terr Military Forces have been deployed to search for the politician, but so far he has yet to be found. The Terr Revolutionary Front has not been publically named as a possible suspect for the attack, but several inside sources within the Terr Military Investigations Unit have stated that it is likely that the rogue group was behind the attack. We will get back to the public when further details have been released.. Edited by Koronos, Nov 12 2009, 09:08 PM.



Koronos	Nov 15 2009, 10:55 PM Post #9
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	To most on Terrus, it was a troubled night, one with worry and concern for the state of their planet. On one hand, it was likely that they were being plunged back into galactic conflict once again and on the other hand, their King had nearly been assassinated by extremists. It was a difficult conflict and few knew exactly how to deal with it properly. Many could only choose the most extreme side of the argument, only blindly supporting the King or blindly resisting him. Those who refused to support their King and the Council were considered treacherous and cowardly, but those who did were considered arrogant. Already, debates had arisen both publically and politically, and many had begun to question the state of their planet. Only one thing was certain, which was that something was approaching on the planet of Terrus and nearly every Terr could feel it. Some sort of event unlike any before it was going to occur on Terrus and all the general public could do was wait. Meanwhile, others plotted and prepared, quickening the approach of the inevitable conflict. Somewhere on the outskirts of Feran, the Terr Revolutionary Front rallied its forces and began to tally their inventories. From Commander Leto's estimations based on experience, it was expected that the current forces marshalled at Granal, the home of the TRF headquarters, would not be enough for a direct assault against the Terr Military Forces. Instead, the TRF would need to do what it did best in order to survive and pose a significant threat to the Council. They would need to infiltrate and terrorize Feran for months before an actual siege could take place and by then, Republic reinforcements would be readily available to support the government. No, a different course of action was required, a less direct one at that. Instead of seeking a hopeless ground conflict with the superior Terr Military Front, Leto had decided to seek military superiority in the skies. Through the advising of Vox and the newly appointed lieutenant Rolan Feran, Leto had already decided on two missions which would be vital in their campaign against the Council. The first would involve the stealing of one of the Terr Naval Force's primary vessels; one of the several SSOG's. The frigates were not exactly the best ships in the galaxy when it came to combat, but they did have one significant advantage over regular vessels; a drilling system. In a moment of brilliance, Lieutenant Rolan Fera suggested that they use the SSOG to drill into the Republic transport carrying the diplomat. Boarding would be much simpler and could be done on a large scale in a short amount of time. The only problem was the actual acquiring of the vessel itself; the few SSOG's in orbit of Terrus would have a significant bastion of Terr soldiers on board and the Terr Military Forces were well known to fight to the bloody end. Instead of risking a large force on a heavily guarded vessel, Leto decided that it would be more plausible for the TRF to commandeer an SSOG being utilized for a scientific operation. Two of the vessels were currently in the midst of such activities in the system's several asteroid fields. Leto had contacted anyone available for the two operations and had managed to hire a small contingent of mercenaries for the job. He was expecting them to arrive within the hour and shortly after all of their forces were accounted for, they would set their coordinates for the Bentroze asteroid belt. If all went according to plan, it would only take an hour to gain control of the ship and then preparations could be made for the much larger piracy operation which was to take place in less than a week. It was going to be a hell of a long week for Leto and the TRF..



Layne	Nov 16 2009, 10:56 AM Post #10
Demolition Style American Freak Posts: 8,060 Group: Mandalorian (Staff) Member #116 Joined: October 24, 2006 Gender: Male Number of Characters: 4 Mandalorian Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/Images/LtColonel.png State of Mind: On The War Path Criminal Profession Slaver, Bounty Hunter, Pirate	Senl and along with his crew brought the ships of the Imaginary Numbers Fleet into orbit around Terrus, they had been hired to do some dirty work and they would do so. Standing on the bridge of his main ship Senl looked at the other ships that were now around Terrus as well. It seemed that they was not the only ones who had been hired to do this work, either their employer did not have much faith in them or it was a fail safe. Should one group fail another could step forward and take up their position and attempt to achieve the objective for their employer. They had not been given specific details yet and would have to wait for them, All they had been told was that they was to show up at Terrus, which they did. The mathematical side of Senl began to calculate various things most of which did not have to do with the situation at hand. Senl's thought wondered and became distracted when one of his crew members began to question what he was doing. After losing his thoughts, Senl became annoyed and ignored the crew member. They still had the Jawa's on board from their visit to Raxus Prime and now they had some new things with them that they could test out. But Senl would rather get more upgrades to those ships before they had to be used in combat. But things never went according to plan even for a Givin. A meal was brought to Senl on the bridge, which he made quick work of considering he needed to eat multiple times a day if he wanted to keep his body prepared for surviving the vacuum of space. Givin were able to do it with out any mechanical help and was able to last a few hours or even longer and being a pirate they always had the chance of being left a drift after their ship got destroyed. It was a always possible situation for Senl and his crew. After finishing his meal Senl remained calm and organized, his crew working at a steady pace in various places all over the ship. The hangar area was the most active aboard their main ship the Nomad's Curse. The crew was preparing the shuttles for operations and making sure that the arms for the crew already aboard the shuttles. A prepared crew had a better chance of survival then one that was not prepared and Senl always took extra steps to make sure they was ready all times. He attempted to make them more of a professional group instead of a ragtag group through various means including forcing them to train constantly in various fields such as slicing, piloting and weapons skills just to cover a few of the groups. The more they knew and the better they could fight and defend themselves the better chance they had of scoring a large payday and what ever else they could want from the galaxy. The galaxy was theirs and it was ready for the taking.



KeithalStarrider	Nov 16 2009, 04:58 PM Post #11
Posts: 94 Group: Independent Member #1,026 Joined: May 25, 2008	A lone YT-2550 ship entered the system of Terrus. The only man on board the small freighter was KS, Keithal Starrider, who had caught the whiff of job opportunity. He could see that others, like himself, found this job interesting as many other ships were in the system. His trusty R7 unit rolled into the cockpit littered with papers amongst other bits of junk. He patted the droid on the head as it gave a low whirring sound. The astromech had been Keithal's companion for a long time now. He nodded his droid off as it rolled its way to the cargo hold. He didn't have some sort of fancy crew or a real good record- But he had determination. He had heard about Terrus before, faintly. He found the planet would someday call in mercenaries. He took a small amount of black material and covered the New Republic's emblem that resided there. He didn't want faction to ruin this job, and so it wouldn't. He waited for an order, or a request, or anything from his ship's comm. He waited silently as he flicked off the ship's lights and slumped in his chair while R7 came back with a bottle. Keithal sipped his Corellian ale, while patting R7. He waited for word to come from his employer. He already had his bag packed for combat, with his weapons loaded and ready for battle. Suddenly, his comm crackled to life... Only friend of his, not the employer. Keithal quickly informed him off the job and went back to his ale.



Koronos	Nov 17 2009, 08:15 PM Post #12
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	Commander Leto Kentareh looked anxiously out of the bridge of the Malice, his personal warship which had been bought off of the Hutts. The vaccuum of space had always made him feel uneasy, especially since he much preferred having his fate being in his own hands, rather than in the hands of a crew. He wasn't foolish, however, and hid his anxiety away, allowing his comrades to believe that he was feeling confident about the coming meeting. Truthfully, Leto hated dealing with mercenaries and the scum of the galaxy, primarily because he was completely sure of his own men and knew that one could not trust a hired hand. His troops were more than willing to die for his cause, but hired mercs would care only about the credits. He was hoping to haggle down the price for their services, as the TRF was tight on funding. Regardless, after the next two operations were finished, Leto knew that another mission would have to be completed before any more of Vox's demands could be met. Suddenly, ships began to pull out of hyperspace, arriving near the coordinates of the Malice. Leto was quick to greet the arrivals, immediately sending a joint transmission to all of them. 'Greetings gentlemen, I'm glad you could all make it out,' Leto took a moment to count the ships that had arrived before continuing. They would have a total of approximately twenty five working vessels for the assault, which would be more than enough if they were only taking on the lone SSOG. However, Leto was anticipating and preparing for the worst possible situation. He would get the mercenaries to act as shields for his ships if reinforcements arrived and, he planned on using the mercenaries for the first wave during the boarding. The second operation, Leto knew that a distraction would be required in order to keep the attention of the Council occupied. However, he knew that he couldn't afford to sacrifice any ships in such a distraction, so he would need to use his own forces for that. It was going to be a difficult conflict, but once the diplomat was in their possession, the public would undoubtedly support their cause. It would only take a small amount of effort to begin recruiting in smaller cities and eventually move openly against the Council. Leto realized suddenly that he had dozed off in thought for a moment and then proceeded to give the mercenaries instructions. 'You may dock with the Malice and meet with us in the control room where we can discuss the financial transactions of this operation.'



Layne	Nov 23 2009, 08:27 AM Post #13
Demolition Style American Freak Posts: 8,060 Group: Mandalorian (Staff) Member #116 Joined: October 24, 2006 Gender: Male Number of Characters: 4 Mandalorian Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/Images/LtColonel.png State of Mind: On The War Path Criminal Profession Slaver, Bounty Hunter, Pirate	The financial aspect of the mission is why Senl had taken it, the mission had the promise of a big payday and he could always use the credits. Boarding one of the shuttles docked with in his ship, they quickly departed and made their way to the ship that would serve as their meeting room for the discussion of credits. Senl was not the only one who had answered their call so the room would be full of various species and genders which would be a challenge for the xenophobic Givin, granted his crew was of different species and genders, they he could get away from. For the meeting he was stuck in the same room with all of the others while they talked. His shuttle moved at a steady pace through space before coming with in range of the target ship and docking inside the hangar which was slowly filling with other shuttles of the other spacers. What their professions was he did not know, nor did he care. He was Senl Dodecapolis, he was out to make a name for himself and for himself only. If they sought to get in his way he would remove them from things himself. He might have been a frail looking Givin but he was more the then that. He was smarter then most of the room combined and was figuring up his own odds of survival if a massive battle was to break out in space amongst those who had been hired. It was essentially guaranteed that someone would make a stupid move and end causing the others to start firing upon one another. After all criminals often worked against each other and not together and most didn't go through the whole hostage taking process. Most just killed for what they wanted, like Senl. Once he got what he wanted he made sure he took care of the captured in a way that benefited him by selling them to a slaver. After making his way to the room, Senl waited with the others, not taking part in the conversations and ignoring them while he waited. He hoped the man in charge would be around soon, as he pulled his long sleeves down over his hand trying to avoid physical contact with them.



KeithalStarrider	Nov 24 2009, 06:51 AM Post #14
Posts: 94 Group: Independent Member #1,026 Joined: May 25, 2008	Keithal's ship reached the Malice and began to dock and enter the ship. As he left his ship, his droid began to whine and he had to reassure the droid that he would be safe this time. Keithal walked to find all the other mercenaries and pirates amongst other ruffians that had taken up the profitable opportunity. He adjusted his holster for an easier reach, after all-You can't predict anything. He joined the others and looked around them. All he cared about was his money. He found a nice wall, and leaned against waiting patiently (for what capacity his patience had left, that is) and isolated himself from the others. Some could swear he was asleep, but either way- He was ready to hear how much money he was getting to risk his life. He'd blow someone up just for 500 credits, now-a-days. He looked around the room, as some of the others were talking while they waited. He fidgeted with his duster, attaching the metal plated to the shoulders and putting some plates across his boots. One of the mercenaries had caught his eye, a Givin male who was avoiding contact with the others. Bored as hell (and that patience capacity getting smaller by the nano second) he ventured to say 'Hello' to the Givin. He started to walk over to say something, looking over the male for any sort of intelligence on the species other then the Givin could survive the vacuum of space, and finally reached his destination. "Hello," Keithal said casually. He had his hand hovering over his modified pistol, just in case.



Koronos	Today, 11:44 AM Post #15
Posts: 260 Group: The Sith Empire Member #576 Joined: October 13, 2007	The control room of the Malice was filled with activity; dozens of Leto's personally chosen operatives were hard at work on various tasks and were preparing for the upcoming battles that the Malice would inevitably participate in. Due to the efficiency of the TRF's raids, the Malice had not yet seen battle, primarily because Leto did not want his enemy to know exactly how powerful they were. He had lulled the Council into a sense of security and power, which would allow him to succeed where countless others before him had failed. His abilities as a tactician in guerilla warfare and his expertise in adapting to his enemy would undoubtedly be unexpected by the Council. The King was so arrogantly confident in his outdated military force that he had even relaxed security at military installations for a holiday which was coming up. Leto knew that the time to strike was approaching quickly, but he was currently slightly unsure of exactly where to strike and how. He needed information and he needed statistics on his enemy if he was going to be able to pull off a flawless victory. He also needed to know the exact date and location of the republic arrival on Terrus and so he had devised a second operation to coincide with the taking of one of the Council's flagships. As the mercenaries that he had called filed into the room, they were not greeted or acknowledged by the busy TRF technicians. There was a loud noise over by a terminal as a pair of technicians began to argue over which of them broke the terminal. The director of operations shouted at the both of them and gave them a dock in pay before moving on. It was a hell of a day and Leto had hoped things would be more organized by now, yet he had come to realize that things rarely went exactly as one had planned them out. The mercenaries began to sit around the large table in the center of the room, talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Leto watched over them, trying to pick out who had come that he had called. For the most part, he had only been able to catch the odd mercenary, but there were one or two faces that stood out. Among them was a Givin captain named Senl, who Leto knew was untrustworthy, but that was nothing a few extra credits couldn't work out. All in all, it seemed as though things were going to be tight, as usual; the mercenaries were half of what he had expected and his credits were once again going to be at a dangerously low amount. His only option was to negotiate with what he had and perhaps use the ransom money for the diplomat as an incentive for those of them who wouldn't accept the amount that he could offer them. He decided to break his silence and approached the table of mercenaries. 'I'll save us some time, skip the formality crap and get straight to the details of this operation. As you may have guessed, my name is Leto Kentareh, I am the head of the Terr Revolutionary Front.' He glanced around at the faces of the room, which were mostly all focused on him. 'We've called the lot of you here for two missions, one that'll begin tomorrow and another that'll begin within the next week. The first, is a piracy operation; we're aiming to capture a scientific vessel from the government. It's the simpler of the two missions as there won't be very much resistance.' He paused a moment for the mercenaries to discuss the ramifications of the mission before continuing. 'The second op is a kidnapping and this is where the big money lies. We're not going after some twenty credit local, oh no, we're going after a Republic Diplomat, one which is of great importance to the local government.' He paused once more to allow discussion to occur, 'we're assuming that 450 credits and 2 percent of the ransom money per hand in this operation will be enough compensation for your efforts..'



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