The procession of Imperial intelligence officers and council members proceeded on the CR-90 Inception’s ramp, being tailed by Zhar Bacredi and his deputy director. “Send a call to all of our agents in the general vicinity of Abrae that they need to return to home base,” Bacredi walked up the ramp, and the deputy followed, and then the ramp was pulled down and the door sealed shut. The Inception immediately lifted off, with escort fighters accompanying the ship. “We’re going to make these fuckers pay for what they did, whoever ‘they’ are.”

“Our agents in the core worlds have ears in the local governments, if any news comes out about any government there we will know.” She said, and then her datapad beeped as they both took a seat in the passengers lounge. “Looks like all kitchen aides to the Naval High Command are on going to meet us on the Daring.”

“Send some of our men to the sick bay; make sure they don’t try anything on the survivors.” A few minutes passed as they both began to read over the initial reports produced by some of the eyewitnesses, as both the director and the deputy director had not seen the whole thing. The CR-90 then became quiet as Bacredi’s ship, the Daring, pulled it in and the Inception killed its engines. Everyone unloaded off of the Inception and through the massive hangar bays. Almost all crewmen looked solemn and some even looked as if they had shed a tear.

“This way, sir,” one of the guards that was around Bacredi directed him through a door and up an elevator, which dispensed the intelligence council and Bacredi into a room lined with 50 or so highback wood chairs, all filled with the most trained VEI agents, codenames ‘Grey’. All the agents stood up and saluted, in some sort of creepy style that Bacredi’s predecessor’s predecessor had installed. Bacredi approached the podium that had been put into the room.

“Today, we have been attacked by an outside force. They hit us where it hurts, they've suceeded in taking out a large portion of the current fleet's captains. Our training gave us the idea that we were invincible, and today is the day that we realize that our Empire is not safe with our current level of protection. We have failed, yet we will return.” As he said that, members of the crew began to pass out dossiers to each of the 'Greys'  all of them eerily opening it at the same time. . “Your dossiers hold your assignments and who you are being assigned to, good luck, and may we protect the Empire.”

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The Intelligence Council met in a circular room surrounded by blockers of all types. All eighteen members of the council were captains of some ship in the seventh fleet, and all held some political weight.

“How could this happen? How does the commander in chief of the naval forces fall to an enemy combatant?” Asked Commander Lorran Kentlos, a woman in her mid 50s.

"All we know now is that it had to of come from the inside, we have been infiltrated by an outside group or government whose goal is to bring down the Vast Empire. What better place to start than our pride and joy, our navy?" Lieutenant Commander Handgraver spoke up.

"Any progress with the members of the kitchen and leisure staff?" Bacredi piped in, leaning back in his chair in contemplation.

"They're being interrogated and monitored as we speak," Bacredi's deputy director said in a near whisper.

"We have the ability to use enhanced interrogation techniques if necessary." Bacredi assured the group that they wouldn't be punished if they overstepped it this once. "Any chatter from the New Republic?"

"None." A stray captain said.

"What about the Corellians?"

"Nothing on their side either." Handgraver spoke again.

"Anything from Bastion?"

"Nil," Kentlos said.

Bacredi grabbed his dossier stood up and threw it across the room, "SOME ONE FUCKING GET ME SOMETHING!" He yelled, and then returned to his regular voice, "an enemy combatant has incapacitated our Naval Commander in Chief, something that the intelligence section of a military is supposed to cover. We have all seen what happens when intelligence branches don't work, look at Galactic history, for God's sake." Bacredi stormed out of the room, followed by his deputy and the captain of the Dauntless, Captain Lance Taylor.

"Sir, I believe we may have a lead, we were just given the manifest from local defences that show a ship, one Toureg, leaving the system just before our commander in chief was harmed. I checked with systems elsewhere in our domain and have just been informed that the ship stopped for supplies at Erzic II." The captain walked with Bacredi, who was looking happier by the moment.

"What's our closest ship there at this moment?" Bacredi asked, clicking the button on the turbolift.

"The Doashim, sir."

"How many able intelligence agents are aboard?"

"It seems that six are aboard, three of the upper echelon." They all boarded the elevator. "The Beagle and the Atlas are on their routine patrol towards Erzic II, and I believe they have more able bodied agents. They will be there within five hours or so."

"No time, send those agents to the surface, and get to your ship, captain." The captain immediately stopped the lift as it began to close, and then saluted. The Daring was heading for Erzic II.

Agent Jason Villiers had served his time to the Vast Empire. He had fought four years ago at Scirrico, leaving him with permanent scars all around his neck and upper body, two years ago at Vintore, which killed his partner and most other agents, and today he was about to risk his life again, this time with only five other agents. The catch though was that the people they were going up against had apparently poisoned the Naval High Command. So, obviously, they’d be very easy to get to cooperate. The dormant light above all of the agents turned red, which signalled the arrival of the Doashim just outside of Erzic II.

“Agents, lets move out,” the team leader barked. They all grabbed their packs and M66s, along with two pistols each. They were wearing the newest camouflage armour that had been given to them by the NHC, and the armour was able to give them the utmost protection that light armour could offer. The agents walked through an auxiliary hallway and then down a turbolift, ending up in the hangar. One Theta-class shuttle lined the right side of the hangar, being surrounded by technicians and the teams support crew. “Board up, everyone,” they all entered the ship, and the pilot of the ship explained what they were about to do.

“We are about a one minute hyperspace jump away from Erzic II. I’ll pull down into the town that the Toureg landed in—” the pilot thumbed his datapad “—one Krasnov, and then we will let you guys out at a local spaceport. We have informed the local police commander—who has assured us that he will not interfere whatsoever—that we will be landing soon and to hold up the Toureg as long as possible. So, strap in.”

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The Theta veered into one of the local spaceports, with one of the support officers checking all of their coms and the other informing them on the Toureg’s condition. “The Toureg is five minutes away from re-fuelling completely, and it seems that five out of the six crew members is at the ship right now. The sixth seems to be washing up.” The Theta hit the ground and the suspension let out steam and a whistle as it gave in to the shuttles weight.

“Lets move agents!” The team leader yelled, and the agents all checked their mini-datapads. The map showed most of the streets they needed to get through clear, and Villiers pushed the safety on his M66 to ‘off.’ The agents strolled through the hangar bay, which was empty, and onto an empty street. The town seemed to be deserted.

“Ghost town,” another agent quipped.

“Radio silence,” the team leader reminded them. They passed another empty street, and they overheard the sound of a local market going on a couple streets over. “The hangar is just this way, weapons out. Support, this is team leader, we are ready to enter, over.”

“Copy, team leader, this is support. You have a green light.” The team leader pulled down his mask, as did all other agents, and pulled off his safety. He pointed at Villiers and two other agents and did a spiralling motion, they were to go around. They followed his command and got to the position at the back entrance of the hangar bay in thirty seconds. A single ping on the radio signalled that the operation was starting, and they all entered the hangar. The two agents with Villiers had blaster rifles set on stun in their hands, and Villiers had a lethal weapon to protect them. As they entered, they saw the two men that were stationed at the front of the hangar look up in surprise and distress. They were put down by the two stun rifles in a single second, and they continued onto the remaining four.

“Tango down.” Three. As they saw the Toureg, an old Liberty-class, they also saw three men sporting pistols.

“STOP!” yelled the team leader, only to be responded to with blaster fire. The leader’s mask was ripped off his face with most of his skin on his cheeks. Villiers put his rifle into the attackers body, killing him instantly. The other two dove out of the way of the gunfire and hid behind two crates. Econd Stess, an agent that was with the team leader, tossed a flashbang over the crates and they all shielded their eyes. The men fell out from their hiding spots, with their hands over their eyes, and were subsequently stunned.

“’Cuff ‘em,” said the another agent, who then proceeded to transmit their success to the Doashim. “Doashim, this is agent 2, our team leader is down and mission is a success.”

“Agents, lets move out,” the team leader barked. They all grabbed their packs and M66s, along with two pistols each. They were wearing the newest camouflage armor that had been given to them by the NHC, and the armor was able to give them the utmost protection that light armor could offer. The agents walked through an auxiliary hallway and then down a turbolift, ending up in the hangar. One Theta-class shuttle lined the right side of the hangar, being surrounded by technicians and the teams support crew. “Board up, everyone,” they all entered the ship, and the pilot of the ship explained what they were about to do.

“We are about a one minute hyperspace jump away from Erzic II. I’ll pull down into the town that the Toureg landed in—” the pilot thumbed his datapad “—one Krasnov, and then we will let you guys out at a local spaceport. We have informed the local police commander—who has assured us that he will not interfere whatsoever—that we will be landing soon and to hold up the Toureg as long as possible. So, strap in.”

Great just what I wanted to do is a raid I don’t even like using weapons I thought that I was at least going to be using my skills not going on raided, well at least I ain’t in jail. I wonder if they got a computer that I could look at because of this.

Hacker wasn’t really the one to go into combat situations, because of his skills he usually took care of comm’s and the like, but for some reason today they wanted him on the second team that was gonna go in through the back. So he took the safety off of his weapon. Once he got through the door Hacker saw that everything went in good order,

“Tango down.”

“STOP!” yelled the team leader, only to be responded to with blaster fire.  Then the next sound that Hacker heard was a flashbang,

“’Cuff ‘em,” said another agent, who then proceeded to transmit their success to the Doashim. “Doashim, this is agent 2, our team leader is down and mission is a success.”

"Roger. have two of your agents take the Toureg back to the Doashim we're leaving and going to meet Captain Zhar Bacredi in the Epsilon system."

"You two take the ship back to the Doashim" agent 2 said.

"Roger, we'll see you there." Agent 4 said.

“I will grab the ships computer and see if I can get anything off of it.” Hacker said

After the raid

Hacker had returned to his room to try to see if the ships computer had anything that might have been of use in it. After taking a little time in trying to get the computer open.

“I guess I just look for anything that might lead to any information on the incident.” Hacker said to himself.

What Hacker found on the computer was that it was a mess files that weren’t labeled right, even finding the ships last orders where a pain.

“Great just what I wanted a computer system that isn’t organized it looks like it hasn’t had an update in awhile.”

OOC:

535 words: This is just to get something up.