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  VENI: Snake Pit
July 29, 2012 3:14:43 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
The Tower had never been his favourite place, but it wasn't his least favourite either. Tall and foreboding, the fortress headquarters of the VENI was a very ominous structure on the Abrae skyline -- if you could call it a skyline. "Leave," the VENI agent murmured the word quietly as he stood at the bottom of the shuttle's  ramp. That was what he had told his comrades before he'd left. Even his closest friend had believed him, although he could see it in her eyes that she suspected something. She knew better than to ask, though, because he could keep secrets locked up tighter than Thrawn's intelligence agency.  His green eyes found the unassuming entrance that lead into the menacing tower. He shivered, unconsciously feeling the effects of the cold on his face.  He could see his breath when he exhaled, a small cloud of fog emerging before him with every breath. Raivors are reptiles of Tatooine  valued for their hide, which allow them to blend into their natural environs. They are predators, and come in two subspecies: a sand-colored variety in the desert, and a dark variety in the mountains.  The words flashed before his eyes as he recalled the datafile he'd read on them so long ago.

When choosing his codename, he had thought of a variety of things -- colours, places, actions, famous heroes and icons, but most importantly predators. Creatures such as Kodashi Vipers, Ripclaws, Bloodfins and Sand Panthers all came into the picture when he had combed his mind for suitable names. But the Raivors stood out to him and now.. Now he went by the codename 'Raivor'. Fitting, he thought to himself absently as he cracked his knuckles through his black gloves, which complimented his basic black uniform quite aptly and warmed his hands against the cold. His head was not so lucky, though, and he could feel his ears beginning to go numb. Clenching his jaw, the young VENI Agent began toward the Tower's entrance, ascending a brief flight of stairs before he stood in front of the sealed door. Raivor pressed his thumb into the small panel by the entrance until a green light blinked. He withdrew his hand and entered a twelve digit code with practiced ease. The door hissed as it depressurised, the door sliding into its frame and presenting the man with access to it.

As soon as he stepped through the portal into what seemed like another world, a gentle voice spoke almost directly in his ear. "Stand by for further verification." The silky tones of the VENI security computer greeted his ear drums, a smooth tone that was easy on the hearing. A light ran over him, horizontally at first -- side to side -- then vertically, from head to toe. He stood stock still; despite the fact he was not a veteran of VENI, he knew the procedure. It came with the job description, basically. Thanks to that, he was prepared when the voice came again. "Please speak your callsign and business." Raivor cleared his throat, to make his voice as sharp and precise as possible.

"Agent Raivor, attending briefing zero-seven-aurek." His voice was clear, and he almost smiled as his tone came out perfectly. The light ran over him again and his skin prickled uncomfortably. A green light flashed and he took three steps forward and through an open door -- now that he completed the initial verification, the code cylinders that were necessary for VENI agents would get him through most of the facility, save places that exceeded his lowly clearance. As elevated as he may seem, given VENI status, he was still a small fish -- so to speak -- in an ocean of VENI operatives. But today, he was not so small a fish. A promotion? No, that would be a long time in coming. No, promotions or advancement were the least on his mind. Today he was going to get a deep cover mission. One that might take months of infiltration, and was fairly high on the VENI priority list -- or so he was told. Raivor made his way through the Tower, only occasionally glancing at the portable map he carried with him on his datapad. He found himself facing a single, rather bland door. But then that was VENI for you -- all business, the gaudiest thing they had invested in would probably be the tower itself.

He waved the face of his datapad over the entry pad next to the door, and it slid open with a quiet hiss. Inside was a holoprojector which was glowing a ghostly, light bluish colour as it depicted a system layout. It was a small world that orbited a large sun, with two smaller moons. Beyond the holo-projection was a lone figure, facing a small window and gazing out into the cold surroundings of the tower. It was not often you found a window in one of these rooms, but evidently they did exist. The fabled window office. Raivor almost grinned, but held back. At his entrance, the figure turned. He was in darkness, but he soon stepped forward, the ghostly blue holo-projector making his features all the more spooky. He wore a full head-mask with two oddly shaped, upward slanting eye holes which Raivor could not see through, but the rest of the mask was covered in a constantly shifting pattern which hurt the eyes to follow. It constantly distorted and shifted in a confusing array of static. Raivor's eyes widened -- he had heard tales of the Captain Grey, but none did the mask justice.

"Agent Raivor reporting for briefing, sir." He said calmly, although his tone sounded too excited to him. He had not expected to be briefed by a Grey-level agent, let alone the Captain Grey, head of Naval Intelligence and all around myth to most members of the navy. The masked man's head moved slowly in what he perceived as a nod, and he gestured with a gloved hand to the holo-image. He stepped closer, and he felt as if every movement, every gesture, every small twitch were being measured and assessed by the feared Grey.

"Raivor." Grey spoke the single word, the name of the predatory creature of Tatooine with an accent that even Raivor could not pick as if he were pondering the word itself. Maybe he was using one of those vocabulators. "I approve. What do you know of Xaafir?"

Gets straight to the topic, The young agent thought, a good sign. "Nothing, sir." He admitted. He could have sworn that Grey had an unsurprised expression under his mask.

"I expected as much. While it is strategically important, the planet is relatively obscure and unknown. Very few know of it." The holo zoomed in and Raivor could see the planet was made up of multiple terrains and divided into different sectors. "What makes it important is its proximity to Abregado-Rae and the fact it openly supports the New Republic."

Raivor grimaced at the mention of their loathed enemies. While the New Republic had not been at Abrae, they were still a looming threat and a world under their control in such proximity to Abregado-Rae was bad news. "Our last envoy made the mistake of complimenting the darkness of his skin. Xaafir is ruled by seven lords, who are in turn ruled by a single king -- Veyrous Nero, who rose to his throne on the blood of others.

"Nero has sent out the call to mercenaries and foreign rulers. He wants advisors; political, logistical -- and military. It went out three days after the battle of Abrae." Grey continued, gazing at Raivor through that strange mask. "He's also ordered a complete revamp of the Xaafirian Armed Forces."

"He fears a strike by the Vast Empire on anti VE worlds," Raivor concluded, zooming out the holo so that it showed Xaafir's location relative to its closes neighbours. "With Xaafir just within the Vast Empire's influence and its proximity to Abregado-Rae, he's not a fool to be afraid."

"He's safe from our fleets." Grey said, for now, Raivor thought Grey wanted to add on the end. "A rebellion has risen up, calling themselves Vast Xaafirians. We mean to show we reward our friends."

"You're sending me to help them?" He ventured quietly.

"Not openly. You're to pose as a mercenary, working for one of VENI's false fronts and infiltrate Nero's court. Earn his trust and use that to help the Vast Xaafirians. Everything you need is on this datapad." Grey slid a slim datapad across the holo-table, like the one he'd had for the Vaug assignment. "There's a transport prepped and ready to go as soon as you are. You'll be working in concert with four other VENI specialists."

Raivor moved his head in a slight nod and pocketed the datapad. He would look over it soon enough. "I'll be gone before nightfall." His piercing emerald eyes fixed on the small planet shown in the holo. Xaafir.. he let the word run through his mind.

"One other thing, Agent." Grey said as Raivor made to turn. The younger Agent half-turned back, gaze inquisitive. "You're team leader for this mission. Carte-blanche." Raivor's eyes widened marginally, the static pattern of Grey's mask seeming as if it were reacting to Grey's emotions. It wasn't, though, it was completely random. Or so Raivor thought. He did not say anything else about the team leadership, but nodded again.

"Understood, sir. I won't let you down."

"No." Grey responded ominously after a brief pause. "You won't."

Xaafir, the young agent thought again as he walked away.

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AAR: Raivor is briefed on the mission -- so it begins.
Agent Raivor, Vast Empire Naval Intelligence

"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
August 3, 2012 12:07:59 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
It had not taken him long at all to get ready. He had a few weapons to gather – namely his eklut, his Verpine Shatter Gun and the DXR-6 with spare power boosters. An interesting array of mostly illegal weaponry, but one that his VENI status allowed him to use on deployment. He smirked; most of these weapons were weapons mercenaries would die to get their hands on. The ironic truth was that all of them had died to get their hands on his gear, although none of them had succeeded thus far. He was very protective of his gear.  For now, Raivor was dressed in a strange suit of armour, one which was high tech while at the same time looking believably mercenary-ish, black with red markings and a red serpent. As Grey had said, there was a transport waiting outside – a fairly new-looking vessel which suited the mercenary organisation he was working for. The Kodashi Vipers, Raivor remembered. Their insignia was a fearsome snake. He knew of Kodashi Vipers – he'd taken a voluntary class in poisons once and learned that Kodashi Vipers, originating on Dathomir, had extremely potent venom. In concert with their extraordinary speed, they had made the perfect name for a bogus private military contractor – in other words fancy mercenaries. Raivor himself would pose as their leader, using the title of Lord and the name of Attila Ripclaw. His alias was from Nar Shaddaa, so Raivor would have no problem playing him. His four VENI comrades would pose as his personal advisors and bodyguards, all from the same organisation. As he came closer to the transport, the young VENI agent could see the symbol of the hissing serpent emblazoned upon its flank. Interesting, Raivor thought, Grey does work fast.

The ramp was lowered and there were around half a dozen crates scattered near the ship's entrance. Four sharp-looking men sat around, each of them occupying a different crate, but each of them wearing a matching suit of armour. But where he had a few red markings, these men had only grey and black. All of them wore similar weapons, reliable and uniformly like something mercenary grunts might carry. Each of them turned their gaze toward him and he paused, helmet under his arm with a wry expression as his own green eyes surveyed them. “Agent Raivor.” He said shortly, “also known as Lord Attila Ripclaw.” Each of the agents in turn nodded to him – all human, he noted – but it was a plain looking man who spoke first.

“Agent Hawk.” He said as he jerked a thumb at his broad chest, “I'll be your second for the mission, going by the alias of Rey Var-Cyk.”

“Agent Claw,” the furthest man from Raivor spoke up. He had numerous claw marks across his face, scars of battles past. No wonder they call him claw “I'll be known as Rufaan Izhin.”

“Agent Vanquish,” Said the largest of the four with a nod of his shaved head. “Alias Grazz Wrarik.”

“Agent Clawdite,” a soft voice came from Raivor's left. When he looked, he saw a man about his own height and build, just little bit smaller with very similar green eyes, hair colour and complexion. His eyes widened; the man looked too much like him.. could he possibly be one of his namesake? “Before you ask, no, I'm not a Clawdite. I'm a human, just like you. I'll be going by the alias of Cyvran Ripclaw, Attila Ripclaw's younger brother.” 

Interesting, Raivor thought. “Excellent,” The VENI Team Leader said with a half smile, one that might have been dazed or cunning – anyone who knew VENI would know it was the latter. There was no room for drunkenness or being dazed in VENI. It took only minutes for gear to be stowed and everyone to get aboard, and within an hour they had lifted off and were en-route to Abregado Rae. Vanquish was piloting the ship, but they were taking turns. For the moment, Raivor was sitting in his cabin with the datapad Grey had given him. Attila Ripclaw.. Raivor mused inwardly as he read over the files. They were the Kodashi Vipers, an elite Mercenary organisation comprised of around one hundred members. Raivor and his colleagues were an advance team, specialising in defence strategy and counter-infiltration tactics, while Raivor himself was the supposed leader. Attila and his brother Cyvran were from Nar Shaddaa – like Raivor himself – and had a knack for organised crime and ruthlessness. That was good, Raivor knew. He had a dark – very dark – side that he did not often show. Now he would not have to keep it in check. Ironic. I can be more like myself in disguise, the VENI agent thought wryly. With a black sense of humour and what some might call a damaged sense of morality, Raivor could be a very unpleasant figure if you didn't know him or if you found black humour appalling. “We'll get to know each other better than Rebel knows rebellion, Clawdite, so why are you snooping?”

The younger agent jumped from his hiding spot with surprise, and Raivor's keen eyes focused on him. Clawdite looked more annoyed than ashamed to be caught out. “How did you see me?” He retorted with growl. Raivor's eyebrow rose.

“Easily.” He remarked dismissively, “shouldn't you be studying the dossier you were given?”

“I already did.”

“What's your name?” Raivor questioned sharply.

“Cyvran Ripclaw.” Clawdite answered easily, his expression exasperated.

Raivor did not let up. “Where are you from?” He asked quickly.

“Nar Shaddaa.”

“Where on Nar Shaddaa?” He could see the doubt flicker through Clawdite's eyes and when he hesitated, Raivor pounced. “Not good enough. This needs to be second nature. If you hesitate, it could mean all of our lives.”

“But I-” He protested.

“No. Learn it, or you'll be left behind. There can be no weaknesses in our team, and that's precisely what you'll be if you don't learn that off by heart before we land on Abregado-Rae.” Raivor fixed Clawdite with another gaze that was calm, but full of ice as he interrupted. He was warning Clawdite that there would be no screw ups on this mission. The younger agent seemed to take the hint, and stalked off to begin learning. He reminds me of myself, the agent thought, before I joined VENI. Young. Dumb and full of.. His thoughts trailed off, but he soon snapped back into the present. Abregado-Rae was a long way from Abrae in some senses, but not near as far as places like Coruscant. They were running on a hyperdrive with a rating of 1.5 so that gave them approximately – Raivor glanced at his ghostly chrono. Four hours, he noted.

VENI had sent a response on behalf of the Kodashi Vipers to King Nero's advances, and they had soon received a reply – Meet in two day's time on Abregado-Rae, at the markets in the capital. We will find you. It was an almost ominous message, but it did not faze the VENI team as they had set out. Time to earn our pay, Raivor had thought grimly. It was true, though – this was make or break, if they failed on Abregado-Rae, there would be no chance of getting to Xaafir and it might be months before another team could do a similar infiltration.

We won't fail.

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The Kodashi Vipers are en-route to Abregado-Rae.
Agent Raivor, Vast Empire Naval Intelligence

"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
September 12, 2012 11:29:09 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
”It's the Troubadour! Someone whispered sharply. That whisper, though, shook the young  man more than any shout or scream possibly would. He had not seen the ship in question before, but he'd heard tales of the ruthless destroyer and its sadistic captain. His eyes barely registered the knot of criminals and innocents alike waiting in the processing area, instead looking to where the blast doors were sliding open with a hiss. The green-eyed man was standing slightly back, behind a tall Iridonian and so barely able to see. What he did see, though, was a group of white-armoured Stormtroopers heading toward them in a square-shaped formation. When they came to a halt, the leaders spread and revealed a cold-eyed Imperial Officer. He wore the insignia of a Commander but instead of the traditional grey that Naval Officers wore, he was attired in a jet-black uniform. A small scar crossed his jaw, just below his chin, visible only because the Commander had his head tilted upward.

“I am Commander Vajk Scythe of the Star Destroyer
Troubadour.  As circumstances would have it, I have been assigned to transport the rag-tag mob of scum I see before me to the prison world of Kessel.” The man's tone was clear cut and filled with ice as he pronounced 'Vajk' as 'Voyk'. There were hushed whispers, urgent and afraid. “Silence, please. Now, it will be unpleasant for me in any case but I will ensure that it is unpleasant for you if you so much as blink in the wrong way for the duration that you are entrusted to my ship. Be it execution or torture, make no mistake I will make you pay. Are we clear? Good.” The man made eye contact with someone next to the young prisoner and spoke again. “Let me prematurely.. welcome you aboard.”

The grin he gave held no mirth, only twisted humour and sadism. A panel opened near to them which revealed a viewing port. They were all allowed a glance outside, which let them view the ship they were bound for. It was a Victory-class Star Destroyer, with two blood-red spikes painted on the dull grey of the hull. Strange, given the Empire's desire for conformity.. but then again, they did tend to show lenience toward those who distinguished themselves. It appeared this was one of those cases. Again, the green-eyed man glanced at the presumably sadistic Commander Scythe. The man had a half smirk on his face as he watched some of their reactions. That half-smirk imprinted itself on the green-eyed young man, as did the ship. This was a man who harmed people for fun, who
enjoyed harming people. Whether or not he harmed the green-eyed-man was another case entirely, but regardless, he would be remembered..

Raivor ran a hand across his clean-shaven jaw, feeling the work of this morning's early rise in the form of his smooth skin. He had scars, but few of them had been apportioned to his face. Something he was thankful for. He could get the job done with or without his good looks, but it was so much easier with them. His green eyes ran over the consoles of the cockpit, each of them emanating a quiet hum with the occasional interspersion of a soft electronic beep. He looked at the chrono again. 2 hours until arrival Raivor thought. This was his first leadership role under VENI and he certainly hoped it would not be his last. If his performance was anything less than exceptional, he would feel he'd failed himself. He had made a point of forcing the men under his command to learn their aliases off by heart, every detail so that each of them almost knew their aliases better than they knew their real selves. That was VENI for you. A new identity, if you wanted it. A subtle hiss from behind him told Raivor that he was not alone in the cockpit anymore.

“Clawdite.” He murmured without turning around, “did you rest well?”

“I did. Not helped by the tale I memorised.” The younger man retorted bitterly.

“Oh?” Raivor queried, semi-interested but still facing the viewport and the consoles.

“Yeah. Ripclaw's had a messed up childhood.” Clawdite let out a chuckle. Raivor was not amused.

“Stop distinguishing between him and you. He is you, and maybe his childhood is not as pleasant as yours but you'll have to pretend it's all you've ever experienced.”

“Oh really, and I'm sure your pampered Anaxsi beginnings would serve you here, wouldn't they?” Clawdite retorted argumentatively. So Clawdite had accessed Raivor's file.. or at least, the false file. Raivor had established two – one classified and the other also classified.. but one of them was bait, a dummy file for people to gain all the wrong impressions from. The file Clawdite had accessed. Raivor moved like a flash, so fast that Clawdite never saw him coming and before he knew it, Clawdite's breath was restricted by an armoured glove.

“You lost your parents, I get it, but that doesn't mean your life has been harder than everyone else's. As far as I'm concerned, I lost my parents when I was three. I survived without them.” He smacked Clawdite back against the wall for emphasis, “You lost your parents two years ago. Get over it.”

Raivor held Clawdite's gaze for a tense few seconds more, before releasing him and stalking back to his original position. Clawdite was apologetic now that he had been suitably chastened, “Raivor, I'm sorry. I didn't-”

“I don't need your sympathy or your apologies, all I need is for you to perform at your best. If it is anything less than that it will not only mean the mission but most likely our lives too. Clear?” He responded, green eyes gazing out at the mottled stars that were so characteristic of hyperspace.

“We are.” Clawdite responded quietly. Raivor nodded once and turned his attention elsewhere. The next two hours were uneventful; the other three agents rose eventually and joined them in the cockpit where the team leader quizzed them on their backgrounds. He was pleased to find that they'd all memorised it perfectly, even Clawdite sullenly answered the questions with ease. A small smirk graced Raivor's face after that.

“Coming out of hyperspace in three.. two.. one..” Vanquish spoke calmly as he brought them into realspace and the crowded lanes of Abregado-Rae. It was a beautiful planet by all means, but Raivor's breath caught for a moment as he saw something he did not like, “Sir, there's a Star-Destroyer in orbit.. It's transmitting a New Republic transponder signal. Should we bug out?”

“No..” Raivor almost whispered, eyes focused on the red decals against a grey hull plate, “No, we'll proceed.. albeit with more caution. Bring us in, Vanquish.”

But Raivor knew that ship. His mind flashed back to that situation so many years ago, just before Kessel. Whether pure due to bad luck, coincidence or something pointedly more disturbing.. the Troubadour was here.

“This might get interesting.”

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AAR: Raivor remembers an unpleasant experience and shortly thereafter experiences a slight sense of de-ja-vu. The Kodashi Vipers are at Abregado-Rae.. but so is a ship from Raivor's past.
Agent Raivor, Vast Empire Naval Intelligence

"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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September 25, 2012 1:45:04 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
They got ready quickly, very quickly. Raivor had not worked with such a good team for a long time, such a well oiled machine of deception and subtle violence. Before ten minutes had ticked off the chrono, each of the team stood in a line, proud in their Kodashi Viper livery. Well, if black and grey could be considered 'livery'.. The only one that stood out was Raivor himself, red markings flecking his armour. All of them had the Kodashi Viper emblazoned on their shoulder in blood red. A fearsome figure to say the least. One expert on Kodashi Vipers once said the red coloration of the Viper is by far the most dangerous, being closer to the head, followed closely by yellow and then green. Hawk – or Rey Var-Cyk – had a small yellow fleck on his shoulder pad, while the rest had a little bit of green. Subtle, but to anyone who knew about a Kodashi Viper they would present a unanimous message: Don't mess with us.

The compartment hissed as the ramp lowered, and Raivor's visor automatically compensated for the increased lighting by darkening, slowly lightening again as his eyes adjusted to the increased brightness. His boots clanked against the artificial metal of the ramp before the sound changed abruptly to the sound of armour on pavement. The young VENI team-leader looked down and saw a pleasantly coloured pavement cracked beneath his foot. He doubted it was from him – a landing bay would have been designed for starships and therefore beyond the weight of even this high-tech combat suit. He turned his gaze forward and sighted the blast door that shut off the privative landing bay from the outside world – they had wasted no expense posing as a high-end mercenary group, down to the smallest details. They even had vehicles aboard. Raivor had had to contain his child-like enthusiasm when he saw the modified speeder bikes in the cargo hold, instead simply complimenting them as 'Excellent'. Spy-bikes. They were beyond cool, but Raivor had to be mature about this.

“Is the hold secured?” He asked as he eyed the customs official clothed in a snot-green uniform approach with an air of self-importance.

“Aye, my lord.” Hawk had fallen perfectly into his role. Raivor still harboured concerns about Clawdite, but he was satisfied for now. “They'll find nothing if they search it.”

Raivor nodded slowly, before stepping forward to greet the customs officer. The man looked up at the cadre of armoured mercenaries, still with an air of self-importance as he addressed Raivor, whom he perceived to be the leader. With a sniff, the man spoke in an impertinent tone, “Who are you and what is your business on Abregado-Rae?”

Raivor tilted his head as if he were confused by the small man. Hawk took the opportunity to solidify his role. “Lord Ripclaw does not respond to rude speech, especially not from simple folk.”

The customs officer reddened with annoyance, a frown forming on his face. “But I must get your details!”

Wordlessly, Hawk handed the man a datapad with all their pre-approved customs forms and such nonsense. The self-important customs officer looked the datapad over for a while with obvious disapproval, before handing it back to Hawk. “Just don't start any trouble and you'll be fine.” The man said with a dismissive wave. Raivor – or Lord Attila Ripclaw – was puzzled at the man's manners.

“Var-Cyk,” he began quietly, a deadly tone that drove the angry red from the man's face. “I am offended.”

“My lord.” Hawk – Var-Cyk – responded, understanding what to do. Without another word he stepped forward and brought and armoured gauntlet into the customs officer's gut. The officer fell backwards, clutching at his stomach. “You'll live. You'll also learn a valuable lesson. Respect.”

Raivor nodded contentedly and moved on, followed obediently by the rest of the VENI team. Clawdite opened a private channel with him, obviously put on edge by the incident. “Raivor, did we have to do that?! We're intelligence agents, not bullies!”

“Correction: We're intelligence agents, posing as bullies. You'd be surprised how often the two get confused. Secondly, you failed to notice that we are being watched by the people we are here to meet. If we wish to pose as the Vipers we must act as their reputation suggests they would. In this instance, as bullies.” He paused and Clawdite thought their conversation was done, evidently, as he sighed with annoyance. “Finally, don't question me again. Write a report telling our superiors how inappropriately I fulfilled my duties but never, ever question a decision made while in deep cover.”

“I was just-” Raivor did not listen, cutting the channel and moving off toward the marketplace by the river, where they were supposed to meet their contact. It was a bit of a walk – thirty minutes or more – so the agent took this time to enjoy the scenery. Abregado-Rae was quite an attractive world. Despite the raging industrialism of its shipyards, the world had remained largely untouched by pollution. Big creatures known as Herglic roamed the streets with pleasant expressions, uncaring of the world around them really. Raivor wondered if their life was any better than the life of an Imperial citizen. It was a question that he did not need to ask or answer.

Before long they had reached the marketplace – minus Claw and Vanquish, who were on overwatch  in a nearby overpass. It was crowded with the huge Herglic, but had a mix of species passing through the bustling area. “Boss, I count three bodyguards and two diplomats approaching you from the east. One of them's a Xaafirian for sure, the other's a human. The bodyguards are all human.”

It was Claw, their sniper expert. Raivor's gaze swivelled and quickly found the group. All the bodyguards had a decidedly military look about them. Now where have I seen that before? He pondered slightly. His eyes found the Xaafirian, dark skin standing out, before settling on the woman. He was momentarily speechless. She was, for lack of a better word, stunning. Raivor was not one easily awed, but she was a marvel. Roughly 5'8 with flowing brown hair and warm brown eyes, she could have been mistaken for a goddess. Alarm bells began ringing in his head. Spy, the alarms said. Spy, spy, spy. “Well I'll be..”

“Quiet, Vanquish. This is it, people.” The envoy was within speaking range now, and the bodyguards had cleared a small perimeter.

“Lord Ripclaw,” The woman's voice was silky smooth yet sweet, like honey. For a moment he feared she was using some kind of sorcery, but he just as quickly dispelled the ridiculous thoughts. Spy, he thought as she curtsied perfectly. “It's a pleasure.”

“The Lord Ripclaw bids you greeting also, but he is unaware of who he is addressing, Ms..?” Hawk responded for him after a short nod. The woman smiled slightly, perfectly. Spy.

“The Lord Ripclaw is addressing no-one, at present, although if he were to address me, he would be addressing the Lady” The woman placed emphasis on the 'lady' as she paused to let it sink in. “Clarisse Talon.”

Raivor's eyes narrowed. Spy. His visor hid his expression, but he nodded slowly to show his understanding. Hawk spoke for him again, “The Lord Ripclaw will speak with you in private,” Hawk gestured at a nearby restaurant, “but your guards – and companion – must remain here.”

“I object!” The Xaafirian started forward, but Lady Talon warned him off with a simple motion of her hand, instead smiling and looking up into Ripclaw's visor.

“I would be honoured to speak with the Lord Ripclaw in private. I agree to your terms.” Raivor nodded and extended his arm in the noble fashion.  Clarisse took it without hesitation and he led the way to the restaurant. He had no reservation, but upon seeing his fearsome armour with the beautiful woman on his arm, they immediately ushered the pair to  a booth overlooking the marketplace. Both the Vipers and Clarisse's companions were gathered around the entrance. Raivor brought both hands to his helmet, keying the release with a hissing of air and placing the red and black helmet down on the seat beside him. His green eyes bore into Clarisse's almost immediately. One side of her mouth raised in an amused smirk. A perfect smirk. Spy. She was too perfect to be anything else. “You're younger than I expected, Lord Ripclaw.”

“So I've been told, Lady Talon.” He put on his best polite face and manners, whilst studying her every feature. Movements, eye colour, skin tone.. everything he could use later. “And you are not Xaafirian.”

“No,” this seemed to amuse her. Everything seemed to amuse her. “I'm not. We decided one Xaafirian stood out more than enough.”

“'We'?” He queried, gaze unflinching.

“You don't miss much, Lord Ripclaw.”

“Riggra the Hutt certainly doesn't think so.” He remarked wryly. Clarisse's perfectly groomed eyebrow rose.

“And how is the exulted Riggra?” So she was not unfamiliar with the Nar Shaddaa underworld, then. A bad sign. Raivor still didn't flinch.

“Dead.”

“Is that so?” Her eyebrow rose even further.

“Very much so.”

“He was a customer of yours.” It wasn't a question. It was a sharp statement. A very pointy statement. One might use it to stab someone to death.

“The key word in that sentence is 'was'. The Vipers do not appreciate being double crossed.” He said with a pleasant smile. Her eyebrow lingered for a moment, before her mouth creased into a smile.

“Interesting, Lord Ripclaw. Very interesting.” She continued slowly, “By 'we' I mean the Xaafirian Monarchy. I am the King's Envoy.”


“A human to boot.. how quaint.” He accepted the glass of cold liquid the waitress had brought him, but only after Clarisse had taken hers.

“And yourself.. A mercenary and a gentleman to boot. How very noble.” She remarked coldly. It was clear her opinion of mercenaries was rather low.

“I like to think so and while I love to be complimented so,” he paused to take a sip of the liquid. “I did not come for pleasantries. Do you want our services or not?”

“To the point. I like that in man.” Her eyes were undoubtedly trying to lure him in. Spy! “Yes, we want your services. Be on Xaafir within three days and you will be hired.”

Clarisse took a sip of her drink before standing up. Raivor stood up with her, expression polite. “We'll be there.”

“Good.” Not a word more was spoken as Raivor re-sealed his helmet and the two proceeded outside. The Xaafirian delegation and the Vipers parted ways soon thereafter, heading to their respective ships. Claw and Vanquish came into sight running, speaking rapidly into their comm.

“Incoming New Republic troopers!” Claw cried urgently. Raivor swore just as a raucous alarm activated.

“I knew this would get interesting.” He growled. He knew exactly why the New Republic troopers were coming.

Spy.

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Wordcount: 1,889.

AAR: The Kodashi Vipers land on Abregado Rae and slip easily into their roles. They meet with the Xaafirian emissary, who Raivor believes to be a spy. Shortly after the meeting, New Republic troops have initiated a raid..
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October 1, 2012 9:42:07 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Darkness had fallen quickly across Abregado-Rae. It was late afternoon when the Kodashi Vipers had landed; now the darkness was deepening and all semblance of daylight had long since faded from the sky. The night was just as fraught with danger as the day time, though, if not more so. Hostiles roamed the darkness in pairs, looking for something to kill. The largest concentration of the aggressors were unsurprisingly outside the bay where the Vipers' ship was parked, presenting some difficulty to the VENI team. Torchlights lit up one of the dark alleys that surrounded the spaceport, distorting shadows and blinding a few confused rats, their bright beams searching for any sign of the elusive cadre of mercenaries. The two republic troopers glanced at each other, eyes meeting for a moment before staring back down the barrel of their blaster rifles into the dark alleyway.  The one on the left gestured forward with a nod and the other obeyed hesitantly, moving forward warily with one foot after the other, butt of his blaster pressed firmly into the hollow of his shoulder. Shadows jumped and flickered, fleeing his bright torch as he moved, causing unnatural flickers of movement in his peripheral vision. Something moved in front of him and the trooper opened fire, letting loose half a dozen blaster bolts into the darkness.

“Hold your fire, damnit!” His partner cursed, “What in the blazes are you shooting-” The other trooper was cut off by a gurgling sound, and the trooper who'd opened fire spun around to see a figure disappearing into the shadows. What he only noticed after the figure had disappeared was the trail of blood dripping from a deep incision in his partner's neck. He gasped loudly and stumbled backwards as he watched his partner fall. A quiet whistle caught his attention and he spun around again, aiming his torch back at the same spot he'd seen movement. He barely registered the armoured man standing less than ten feet away from him, verpine leveled in between his eyes. A faint 'thwap' sound was the only indication that Raivor had fired – that and the fact that the man's head snapped back as his body fell. He smirked slightly, holstering the silent gun. Two short whistles brought Clawdite from his hiding spot. A subtle hand gesture indicated they should regroup at the predetermined RV point – a few blocks to the East.  The two agents made quick progress, pausing in the occasional recess to hide from a torchlight or similar, but largely unhindered. Within ten minutes they had reached the RV, scaling the two story building easily and making contact with the other agents.

“Hawk, sitrep.” Raivor barked quietly to the dark shape that he knew instinctively to be Hawk.

“After you took out that patrol they sent around a dozen men to scour the streets in three groups.” Raivor didn't ask how Hawk knew they'd taken the patrol out.

“Aye, I think we barely avoided them.” He murmured, “how many are left on guard duty?”

Raivor could barely see through the darkness, but he could tell Hawk was grinning viciously. “Not enough.” The young team leader nodded slowly.

“Claw, you're going to reposition to the roof of the landing bay, provide overwatch.” His green eyes pierced the darkness, almost like a cat's.. “Hawk, Vanquish, you're going in through the side entrance. Cause a disturbance outside, slip inside then place intruder countermeasures facing outward. Clawdite, you're with me again. We scale the roof with Claw, but we'll rappel down into the bay.”

“Won't they have rooftop guards?” Clawdite queried. Raivor smiled and tapped Claw's helmet.

“No rooftop guard can match Claw.” He responded lightly. “Let's move out, people. We haven't got all night.”

As one, the VENI team moved. Hawk and Vanquish disappeared over the far side of the building's roof, while Claw, Raivor and Clawdite headed for the closest lip of the building. With the help of their armour's hydraulics, a two story building as a relatively small distance to fall. Again moving as one, the now three agents slid off the building gracefully, landing in a crouch. “grappling hooks out.” Raivor whispered as he reached for the small Verpine, to which a grapple-gun was attached. “Move and fire on my mark..” He gestured forward and the three men scuttled across the alleyway, looking up now at the lip of the hangar bay's roof. “Fire!”

Three dull thuds sounded as each of the grappling took hold, and the subsequent – albeit subtle – sound of the cords winding in signified their ascent. Once the grappling hooks were fully retracted. Raivor used his considerable upper body strength to pull his head just above the lip of the building. He could see three dark shapes moving around – sentries – but no more than that. Silently, he lowered himself again and gestured to Clawdite and Claw respectively, holding up three fingers before gesturing in the direction each of them had been. This time, all three of the agents pulled themselves up and over the edge, silent weapons drawn. The closest sentry was Clawdite's; a blade to the throat saw him silenced forever. The next one was Raivor's – the Verpine saw the unfortunate sentry slump to the ground with a thud, after a round impacted the back of his head. The final and furthest sentry was Claw's, almost one hundred meters away. The sentry turned – he'd spotted them!  – and without hesitation, Claw brought his scoped rifle up and fired, the distinctive sound of a silencer only audible because Raivor and Clawdite were so close. In the distance, the man fell silently with a round to the head. Perfect. NO time to waste, though, as Raivor and Clawdite got on their bellies and crawled to the edge of the landing bay's roof, extending a small camera over the edge to look down into the hangar bay. Four guards stood scattered around the hangar, looking at various hatches and false doors on the outside of the ship.

Movement to the left caught Raivor's eye – it was the entrance Hawk and Vanquish had been assigned to infiltrate. There were three guards standing just inside a small corridor; one of them was indulging in a death stick. A sudden flash of light shot through the night, illuminating the darkness of Abregado-Rae's night. But it wasn't lightning, no. The guards knew that too, as two of them detached from the entrance and moved outside with their blasters up. The third guard was watching their progress until they disappeared from view, at which point he turned back. Unexpectedly, the guard slumped forward and all four of the other guards shouted in unison, It was time. “Go!”

Without waiting for Clawdite, Raivor reattached his grappling hook to the roof and slid off into thin air.. The cord released slowly; a guard was right beneath him and appeared to be the leader of the New Republic aggressors, simply because he was ordering them around. Without a second thought, Raivor readjusted the speed that the cord would unwind at so he was zipping down fast. He dropped into the leader like stone, the man crumpling under his weight with a yelp of pain. In the same motion that left the man pinned under his leg, the VENI agent drew his verpine and let off two shots, one hitting the closest guard in the chest, the second impacting his head and sending blood splattering onto the wall. He fired again, catching a second guard in the shoulder before his ammo counter clicked on empty. The guard raised his blaster, tightening his finger on the trigger – before a round from above caught him dead between the eyes. Raivor reloaded quickly, before realising something. There had been four, and only three were currently incapacitated. As Hawk and Vanquish emerged from the side entrance, they shouted a warning. Raivor spun to see the final man bearing down on him. He cursed himself for being so sloppy, but just as quickly as it had begun it ended with a solid thud and a gushing sound. Clawdite had landed on the man, burying the knife he was so fond of into the back of the man's neck.

After breathing a sigh of silent relief, Raivor reloaded the verpine with a loud click. The man under him was still blustering and going on about them all being dead men while Hawk and Vanquish began setting up trip mines, as if oblivious to his curses. Hawk gave him the all clear signal and the team leader stood up, arm outstretched. With a slight squeeze, a quiet thwap saw the leader's brain matter spread across the landing bay floor. Raivor's lip twitched with a hint of disgust as he walked away. “Why did you do that?” Hawk hissed, too quiet for the other agents to hear. “We could have interrogated him.”

Truthfully, Raivor hadn't thought of that. He cursed himself inwardly and bit his lip sharply. “We'll discuss it later.” He responded tersely, with only a minute pause. Hawk gave him a disapproving look. “Let's get moving. We don't want their reinforcements showing up during pre-flight.”

Raivor cursed himself again. Killing the prisoner had been a rookie mistake.

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Wordcount: 1,563.

AAR: The New Republic sent out special teams to eliminate Kodashi Vipers for an as yet unknown purpose. Raivor knows that they were tipped off by the spy, but he doesn't know why. They secure the landing bay and Raivor slips up for one of the first times. He's not superhuman after all
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
October 2, 2012 11:22:40 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
The blaring of alarms snapped Vanquish's attention from the dossier on Xaafir he had been reading – a Star Destroyer was coming up on their rear at speed. “Boss, we got a problem!” He growled into the comm. Within seconds Raivor was in the cockpit, eyes darting over the sensors.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the ship on the long-range scanners. “It's the Troubadour..” He breathed finally. Vanquish gave him a strange look. “The ship we saw when we were landing. I've been on it before.”

“Okay..” Vanquish continued giving Raivor a weird look before continuing, “we're only three minutes from the jump point so as long as we can keep out of range of their tractor beams for that long, we're fine.”

“Good. Prepare to fire rear torpedo launchers on my mark.” Raivor snapped as he loped from the cockpit, pushing past Clawdite and Hawk on his way down the small corridor. Moving quickly, he reached a small ladder which he quickly climbed, bringing him into the seat of the upper gunner – it was a powerful turbolaser one of two such weapons. There was a matching turbolaser on the ventral section of their vessel, a highly modified YV-666 light freighter, and a whole lot more upgrades. The ship could probably go up against any of its class and win. Vanquish had taken to calling it a 'her' and giving 'her' the name Venom. Raivor wasn't against it, so they'd adjusted the transponder codes to default to said name.. Raivor's eyes scanned the controls, which were simple enough before resting on the scanners. There were half a dozen TIE fighters coming up on their rear, each with a striking red mark on their right-hand solar panel. Someone's into pomp and circumstance, the green-eyed agent thought grimly. It wasn't long before the systems beeped at him, indicating the fighters were in range. He waited, though, until they got closer before he squeezed the triggers, firing a plethora of bolts that struck one of them on their arrogant red mark. Raivor permitted himself a small smirk, before the ship rocked from a hit.

“Damnit; taking evasive actions!” Vanquish snapped over the comm. The Venom began to dip and weave, while Raivor tried to get another lock. It wasn't impossible but it was hard. Green death spewed from the underside of the Venom, and Claw cheered over Raivor's headset. “Sixty seconds until we can jump! Just a little longer!”

The Troubadour was close now – too close, and they hadn't opened fire. Raivor wondered why.. Perhaps they feared for their fighters. He was snapped out of his reverie, though, by an unpleasant jolt that had deeper implications than Raivor liked to think about. He knew it was the tractor beam, though. “Fire torpedoes now!” He shouted across the comm. Vanquish did so and engaged the engines at full thrust as the tractor beam locked onto the torpedoes perfectly. Raivor grinned and squeezed the triggers of his quad-lasers again, barely missing one of the Troubadour's TIEs.  He could see bolts from Claw's ventral cannon tearing through the darkness of space. An explosion rippled from the Troubadour – not much, but it was something... and now their tractor beam was out of commission until the next time they stopped for maintenance. With that, Vanquish issued a hyperspace warning and the view faded into mottled starlines as they jumped. Raivor breathed a sigh of relief.

The ghost ship from his past had come a little too close, that time.

----

“You let them get away?!” The woman hissed over the transmission. Captain Vajk Scythe squirmed under her scrutiny, his usually cool and poisonous demeanour all but gone in front of this deceptively attractive lady.

“They managed to foil our tractor beams. We were not informed that they had torpedoes, and that was your job – to find out what their ship had!” He snapped back, a slight redness rising in his neck as he got angry. “Don't blame me for having bad intel!”


“Please, Scythe. If it weren't for me, you'd never have been able to continue your sadistic experiments.” Scythe paled, anger gone. “Ah yes, you do remember. If it weren't for me, the New Republic would have executed you for war crimes, for your crimes against this galaxy. You owe me a big debt, Vajk, and never forget it.”

“But you said-”

“-That I agreed with your experiments?” She interrupted him, and he nodded meekly. “Oh, I do. That doesn't mean I need you to do them.”

“You wouldn't dare fire me, I know too much!” Vajk blustered foolishly, tensing his quite muscular figure.

“No, I wouldn't.. I'd have you killed. Dead men tell no tales and all that.” She winked, before a mischievous smile crept across her features. “You're attractive when you're angry.”

“I.. what?” She had caught him completely off-guard with both the death threat and the compliment.

“You heard me. Anyway, I'm en-route.. I'll have to deal with them myself, now.” The last part held considerable venom, “but of course if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. How long until you can reach Xaafir?”

“Three days,” Vajk growled through gritted teeth. “Two days if we redline the hyperdrive. But we're planning a maintenance stop; the frakkers got our tractor beam.”

“There will be no maintenance stop, and please mind your manners around a lady.” She told the Captain from Cularin, “even those barbaric mercenaries had more manners than you, honestly am I surrounded by brutes?”

“My apologies, ma'am.” Vajk grunted, “It won't happen again.”

“That Lord Ripclaw is odd. Handsome, young and fit.. very attractive by all means. Mercenaries aren't usually attractive, Captain.” She obviously felt as if she needed to explain this to Scythe, “if you catch him, be a dear and don't ruin his looks.”

“As you say.” He responded with a raised eyebrow.

“I expected better from someone with your repute, Captain. I wanted vicious efficiency, not excuses. See that you do not fail twice.” The change was sudden and unexpected. Vajk moved his mouth as if to speak, but the woman on the other end cut the transmission. The Captain brought a hand up to his jaw, stroking the day old stubble absent-mindedly.. She could ruin everything, he thought, all that hard work for nothing.. all that wasted material.

No, for now he had to play along. Until he found a way to dispose of the agent, he had to dance to her tune.

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Worcound: 1,120

AAR: The Troubadour, a ship from Raivor's past manages to catch up to the Vipers as they are leaving.. Raivor and his team barely escape by blowing a Han Solo-esque stunt and the Captain of the Troubadour is reprimanded quite brutally for his failure to dispose of them..
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
November 21, 2012 8:50:56 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Xaafir.. A world of little importance in the grand scheme of things. Resource-wise, Xaafir was little more than a rock. Its most valuable natural asset (other than its location) was its water, followed closely by the excellent wood that they exported for a hefty sum. Their military was small, as befitted a backwater world, and although space-age technology was utilised.. their customs were very primitive. Vajk scowled out at the world, the mess of blue, green, brown, white and red a subtle warning to the complex spider webs that were woven around this little civilisation. Here was where spies and pirates played the game of shadows; here was where mercenaries were the law –  here was where Captain Scythe and his belovedly vicious Troubadour had been sent by that conniving woman..Damn her. He hadn't even had time to repair his tractor beam and his hyperdrive had taken a beating after being pushed so hard. While he could admit that this woman was a prolific spy, it was evident she knew nothing about maintenance. It was men like Scythe who picked up her slack. The human absent-mindedly stroked his now-clean-shaven chin, feeling the subtle ridge of his scar. The scar had been a result of a run in with some rather.. unpleasant mercenaries, from which Vajk had barely escaped. His loathing for mercenaries was explainable, then.

“Lieutenant, get me a line to Allure.” He murmured quietly to his executive officer, using the Agent's callsign to indicate her. It was a well-earned callsign, too. Scythe could attest to that personally – he had more than once fallen victim to her womanly wiles, but funnily enough would do so again willingly. Not that he'd tell her that. “I'll take it in my chambers.”

Without another word, the middle-aged human turned away from the glazed viewport and stormed toward the turbolift, black uniform rustling subtly as he moved. The turbolift doors hissed closed behind him and in an instant, the capsule was on its way. He emerged moments later in the Captain's quarters, a blinking light on his console telling him that Allure was waiting. Good, he thought, a hint of satisfaction easing into his system at this petty victory, let her wait. He first went into the refresher, making sure his uniform was smooth and his hair well-groomed. He glared at himself in the mirror, featureless grey eyes glinting. Captain Vajk permitted himself a small smile, causing his scar to stretch slightly. The smile disappeared and he went to the blinking terminal, waving a hand over the activation switch. Allure appeared, expression for once showing a sign of emotion.

“What took you so long, Captain?” The agent asked, somewhat flustered.

“My apologies, ma'am. Technical issues.” Vajk kept an expressionless face – no mean feat when he was laughing inwardly. Allure nodded slowly.

“See it fixed.” She retorted imperiously. “Anyway, the Vipers have landed on Xaafir. You weren't fast enough.”

“Blame the Kuati.” He stated carelessly.

“The Kuati? What do they have to do with anything?!”

“Well, they built the ship..” He drew the picture for her as if for a complete imbecile.

“Ah.” She reddened – or at least he thought she did. “Anyway, get a team to meet me at the spaceport. Entirely undercover.”

“It will be done.” He nodded.

“Oh, and-” She was cut off as Vajk severed the transmission.

“I hate that woman.” He murmured to himself.

----

Two loathing, largely colourless eyes glared out into space, as if they were, in themselves, laser bolts that could impale anyone who displeased them. "Sir!" A shout from the communication console was ignored by the commanding officer. "Sir!" The shout came again. Still, the officer ignored it. Finally, the sound of boots indicated the shouter was coming closer, halting just meters behind the Captain.

"This is the bridge of an Imperial vessel, Mr. Kriak," his icy tone cut through the young bridge officer's words before he could utter them, "not the congregation hall of divorced women. We do not -- my emphasis on do not – simply shout out our troubles and woes across an open space for everyone to hear. Am I making myself clear?”

The offender, a young Master Chief Petty Officer, stiffened at the rebuke. “Perfectly, sir.” The man fell silent as he waited for his commanding officer to continue

“And what was your concern, Master Chief?” The Captain asked finally, after a few moments of silence in which the MCPO was left to ponder his fate.

“Another Star Destroyer has entered the system. It's registered to the New Republic, and they're hailing us.” The MCPO paused, before continuing, “it's a Victory-class.”

“Scythe.” The Arkanian Offshoot murmured. Formerly an officer of the Galactic Empire, Captain Tiberius Maximilian, known as Max by his close friends, was a rarity. An alien, his pale skin, hair and eyes alongside his plethora of 'natural' tattoos had set him apart from any officer and often made him a target for the humanocentric members of the Empire. Despite this, he'd endured and after years of service had made it to Captain of the vessel known as the Rapier. After the Empire fell, though, Captain Maximilian had had enough of the discriminatory jibes and so turned mercenary. Not before he'd met Vajk Scythe, though, who had turned not just mercenary, but defector. The Arkanian Captain would never work for the dastardly New Republic. “If Scythe is here, then the New Republic has already planted agents in King Nero's Court.”

“What do we do, sir?” The MCPO responds warily.

“This changes nothing. Accept the hail. Inform Commander Scythe that I will take his transmission in my quarters.” The Arkanian dictated, pale eyes flickering over to the schematics of Vajk's ship. Troubadour would be no match for the Rapier, but it was still a significant force on the battlefield.  Maximilian ran a hand through his close-shaven white hair, exhaling slowly. His last experience with Vajk had not been one of his fondest. What would he say to his former 'comrade'? Maximilian did not know. With that, he turned, immaculate uniform illuminated by the bridge lights as his polished boots clicked against the floor. Vajk Scythe, he mused, en-route, what are you up to?

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AAR: Vajk is in-system, as is the New Republic Agent known as 'Allure'. He is ordered to send in an undercover team of marines to keep an eye on the ground and potentially eliminate Raivor and his group. Captain Tiberius Maximilian, an Arkanian mercenary who was once an officer of the Galactic Empire, is also in system and provides another potential antagonist.. or ally?
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January 20, 2013 6:06:15 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
"There's a lot of traffic, boss." Vanquish murmured nervously to Raivor. The young but already ruthless agent merely glared out at the offending vessels, as if his very emerald gaze were the bolts from a turbolaser to destroy the obstacles.

"Ignore them, and continue our descent." Raivor dictated calmly, eyes still intently gazing on the ships arrayed in various patterns around the strangely-coloured world. It was an interestingly apt match; the motley assortion of Mercenary ships contrasting with the multi-coloured surface of Xaafir. Vanquish obeyed, guiding the ship skillfully into the designated landing bay. Raivor could see little of the capital city's architecture, but from what he could see he was reminded of a mix between Theed and Tatooine. There were lovely structures everywhere, but he could see the city faded from green to brown in some areas - he assumed those were the lines between rich and poor, drawn like the two sides of a battle and fought not with weapons but with words and money. It was such a distinct line of separation that did not please Raivor.

A few minutes later, the team had assembled their gear and were ready to go. All of them were dressed usually, aside from Raivor. He had, in addition to his usual armour, a flowing red cape that trailed behind him. Appearances must be kept, and Raivor was posing as a self-important mercenary lord - it would not do well for him to employ austere values in support of his deception. The exit ramp lowered with a hiss and the bright daytime of Xaafir caused the lead agent to squint slightlý. Also felt was the sudden change of temperature; where the ship had been cool and sterile, Xaafir was warm and humid with a mixture of smells - not all of them pleasant. At the foot of the ramp stood three outrageously armoured men. Their armour was bone white, like a stormtroopers, but the edges and details were all done in gold and their helmets bore a blue-feather crest. Raivor stifled a laugh at the pomp of them. "Lord Ripclaw?" The lead man asked. Raivor nodded imperiously, keen gaze scanning the trio. "I am Captain Orvey, head of the Kingsguard. King Nero awaits you."

Well someone's certainly anxious to see us, Raivor mused silently. Another nod indicated his approval. "Lead the way, Captain." The voice came from Raivor's left - Hawk, his second in command, fulfiling his role perfectly. The Captain hesitated, unsure of why Raivor had not spoken, but seemed to accept the statement and turned on his heel, beginning a brisk march toward the only building that could possibly be the palace. It was a giant white and gold building in the centre of the city, with a mix of domes and steeples dominating the skyline. Something Raivor noticed was that all the buildings with greenery on them were white and gold - perhaps something to do with their aversion to darkness - whereas the more dry buildings were steady browns or even greys - an evident contrast that spoke loudly as to who was on top here. The rich.

His first impression had been right on target - the architecture was much akin to the beauty of Theed, albeit on a slightly less grand scale - and their self appointed guide seemed to take pleasure in informing them of that fact. "Our architecture is a match for Naboo itself, as you can see. Ignore the darker houses; no-one of consequence lives there. You might be tasked with removing them now and then. They're scarcely worth living." Indeed, Raivor could see the hierarchy taking form in his mind. Xaafir was run by Nero and his rich compatriots, while the poor suffered and were generally treated as animals. No confusion as to why there's a rebellion going on, Raivor noted darkly to himself.  He kept his outward facade professional, though, and Captain Orvey evidently took his brooding silence as a trait of the upper class nobles.

After a hot but relaxing walk through the socially inequal streets of the upper class regions of the city, the Vipers were finally at the palace. It was no less grand from close up than from the air, perhaps even more so. Up close, the eye could capture the intricate carvings that decorate the palace walls and doors. They were admitted inside without delay, the warmth of the street soon dissolving into the comfortable cool of the palace. They were lead up a flight of stairs and into a spacious turbolift - all equally lavish - which whizzed upward quietly, the pleasant scent of what could only be described as nature filling Raivor's nostrils. As the turbolift opened, they entered a reception room as big as any dining hall Raivor had ever seen. "Wait here, please." Captain Orvey murmured politely, entering the huge doors ahead of them via a small portal in the solid structure.

After a few minutes, the huge doors slid silently open and Raivor's team were admitted into the throne room, at long last. "Lord Attila Ripclaw and the Kodashi Vipers!" A perfectly accented voice boomed across the chamber, as was the custom for these courts. They were gestured forward and, amid watchful gazes from the plethora of obsequious, gutless court-members, knelt before King Nero. He was not remarkable in any way. The king held the traditional Xaafirian darkness, was of average height, build and age and had two piercing purple eyes.

"Rise, Lord Ripclaw." Raivor did so, slowly raising his emerald gaze to meet the King's. In that moment, Raivor knew the King was desperate and could see Raivor's spark of competence. The King knew Raivor was motivated, but he wouldn't be able to tell to what purpose the young lord was motivated until it was too  late.. Or so Raivor hoped.  "Xaafir thanks you for coming in such a dire time.. We are in great need of help and individuals such as yourself answered the call.."

Xaafir thanks us? I somehow doubt that. "We are honoured to be here, your majesty, and it is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of such an august persona, with such a royal bearing." Raivor inclined his head to make the flattery all the more effective, and he could see it worked. The King smiled, showing a set of great white teeth, shined to be almost as glossy as his subjects' armour.

"Please, Lord Ripclaw.. You flatter me." No, really? "You are just in time for our court session.. Please, take a seat in your booth.."

A hand was cast in the direction of a Red, yellow and green coloured - unsurprisingly lavish - seating area, and Raivor bowed a final time before making his way to the seats. Now he was seated, he cast his scrutinising gaze across the mass of mercenaries and faux-nobility, noting each one that he knew and adding to memory the ones he didn't. Hawk leaned closer to him, speaking almost inaudibly. "I recognise most of these. A nasty crowd.. King Nero really did send his call far and wide."

Raivor nodded imperceptibly and refocused his gaze on the court proceedings.. This was going to be interesting, for the first part, but boring for the next few weeks, or even months that it would take for Raivor to fully sow his discord among the intricate web of lies and deception that he had no doubt existed here. It was just a matter of time before Raivor and the Vipers had to brave that web, armed with poison blades.

There was little else he could do for now, so Raivor sat back and did what he did best. He listened, watched and analised. There was little that got past the gazes of the VENI team, which would later discuss things in private. There was no telling what sort of bugs there were around Raivor and his team, so he had no desire to take chances.

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Wordcount: 1,334. Raivor is back.

AAR: Raivor and his team are officially inside the court of the deceptively ordinary King Nero. They find there a mix of lowly mercenaries and pretend nobles all trying to get rich from this hapless court of intrigue.

Xaafir's architecture resembles that of Theed; the domes and beauty are abundant throughout rich sectors. All their buildings are bone white or gold, displaying brightness is a form of wealth here.The poor houses, on the other hand, are more akin to Tatooine - brown and grey hovels that are scarcely fit for animals, and the bridge between rich and poor is huge.
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"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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January 30, 2013 3:50:22 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
"My Lord Nero, I come before you today to beg my family's case." The voice came from a kneeling figure, another Xaafirian who, from the way he dressed, was easily  identifiable as one of the poorer class and from out of town - the dirtier, more barren areas of Xaafir. He was, for want of a better word, a down on his luck farmer pleading to the king and his court for the sake of his family. Nero's eyes regarded the man with what seemed to be compassion, but Raivor knew differently. He knew the intelligence, the cunning.. The malice that lay behind that false compassion. Raivor's eyes trailed downward and found the Lady Clarisse Talon, seated to the lower right hand side of the king. Spy. Raivor was half tempted to shoot her, but he knew better than to reveal himself.

"And what, pray tell, is your family's case Mr. Yukat?" Nero's voice spoke loudly but not uncomfortably so, clear enough to be heard and radiating power - as well as a sickly false compassion that Raivor loathed. It made him feel ill.

"The harvest this year has been poor.. Our animals are dying, our seed does not take root and the entire village is living off emergency supplies. The most positive of estimates put our survival as long as one month. Your highness can imagine the lower estimates.." Yukat paused, before continuing at a gesture from the King. "We cannot afford to eat under your current taxing - the rate is too harsh! Taxes-"

"-Are paid by everyone, Mr. Yukat." A condescending voice came from the stands. Raivor's eyes homed in on the speaker like a hawk to prey. It was Sir Opfrey, one of the lower nobles but nonetheless well off.. Not to mention the Steward of some of the most fertile land in  Xaafir, if his sources were correct. "Do not think to blame your poverty on them."

"I might blame your unfortunate wealth on them, Opfrey. I'm sure you have similar issues with the Iktraz province." Yukat retorted bitterly, "It is well-known that you never earned a thing in your blessed life."

"What would you know of hard work, peasant? You complain of hard work but you sit in poverty, wearing rags scarce seen in the slums of.. Well, anywhere really." Opfrey smirked rudely, "Perhaps if you worked as hard as you claimed, you'd be like me."

"How dare you, pampered son of a midnight! Not even the lowliest criminal would wish to be like you!" Yukat was clearly irate, and Opfrey's eyes widened in rage.

"Guards! Kill this man at once!" A 'midnight' was an insult that no noble would tolerate - nobles liked to be lighter skinned, but generally were the same as their poor counterparts.. To call them midnight, though,, was a mortal insult.  A guard made to move forward, but Nero waved a dark hand.

"Such violence is not necessary, Sir Opfrey. Remember your place.. You are not King.  You are not even Lord." Opfrey fell silent at this and the guard stepped back, "As for you, Mr. Yukat. You will return to your family and never bring your case to me again. You have displayed such a rudeness that not even I would expect from a peasant. Guards, remove him from the palace at once!"

Through all this exchange, Raivor watched and noted everything, eyes as sharp as an Eagle's. Mr. Yukat..

---

Three weeks passed uneventfully as Raivor steadily ingratiated himself in the King's Court.  He learnt the key players, the seven lords and their stewards, the heads of military divisions..  The whole lot. He knew who was related to who, who had alliances with who, who most fervently supported King Nero and most importantly, who secretly held a loathing for the powerful king. The palace was his oyster, proverbially at least - he was allowed to go mostly anywhere as one of the security consultants and developed a good rapport with the guards, although kept his cold regal demeanour up for even them. Most Importantly, Raivor had respect. Respect gained attention, specifically, the King's attention.

It was night time when the first really eventful thing happened; Raivor had taken to wandering the palace balconies at night - it gave him a sort of solace, a place for his thoughts to be alone with themselves and away from the lies of court.  This particular night, he'd begun towards the King's wing of the Palace, green eyes gazing aimlessly out at the dark of night, feeling the first drops of rain beginning to fall to the wind. Raivor loved the rain.. A quiet yet audible sound caught the Agent's attention. Snapping out of his pleasant alone time, Raivor dropped into a crouch, green eyes scanning for the disturbance. Nothing out of pl-

There! The guard gave it away. Or rather, the lack thereof. There was something wrong, and Raivor knew it. The empty guard post spoke louder than Raivor seeing an intruder with his own eyes. Instead of raising the alarm, though, Raivor approached the empty guard  post. Small but noticeable flecks of blood had fallen onto the railing. Raivor's emerald eyes narrowed suspiciously, flicking to the closest corridor - the door was slightly ajar. Proceeding with caution, Raivor followed the trail left by the intruder. While no amateur, this intruder certainly wasn't an outstanding assassin.

The corridor, Raivor noted, was one leading to the King's quarters. That thought sped up his pace as he ran silently along the warmly lit, gilded corridor. As he reached a corner he paused, peering around it. Two guards stood watch at the door to Nero's quarters, apparently unharmed. BUt Raivor was not a trusting man, so waited a little longer. His patience paid off. Out of the shadows emerged a black-clad figure, brandishing a small dagger. The assassin had somehow gotten past the guards and now stabbed the first through the throat and the second through the eye with a well placed throw. Raivor knew what the man was going to do; kill the king of course. That would not work well for Raivor's plan. As the black clad assassin silently pushed open the doors, Raivor moved, sprinting down the corridor and hurdling the dead guards.

The assassin was good, no doubt, but Raivor was a VENI agent. He lived for this. As the assassin heard the quiet landing Raivor made as he'd hurdled the guards, he turned, surprised, but not wasting any time in going for Raivor with the knife. The young VENI agent batted it aside with razor sharp reflexes, drawing his Eklot instead and bringing it up to parry a second attempt easily. The assassin tried again to no avail, instead receiving an armoured backhand that sent him flailing across the room - away from the king's bed. Realising he was outmatched and with the king now calling frantically for guards, the Assassin assessed his options. Escape through the King's balcony was the closest and the assassin went for it - Raivor preempted the move by hurling his eklot end over end at the would-be king-slayer. It struck home and wedged itself in the man's spine, the toxin on the blade seeping easily into his bloodstream.

From blood loss combined with the toxin, the assassin would be dead in moments. Raivor turned now to look at the King, who was unharmed. "Are you unhurt, King Nero?"

"Yes.. Yes I am." Nero was evidently shaken, guards now arriving. "You saved me!"

"I am a mercenary in your employ. It would not do well to see you killed under my guard."

"You're no mercenary.." Nero's eyes narrowed and Raivor almost drew his blaster. "You're a gem. From now on consider yourself a Lord not only in your own group.. But here."

Raivor's eyes widened in surprise - genuine surprise. A generous king. "Thank you, my liege."

"I should be thanking you.. Guards, dispose of this body. And bring me head of security.." Nero's tone had grown ominous now. As Raivor was dismissed, he walked away both brooding and rejoicing. Things had come about much sooner than he'd dared to hope. The night had gone well, though he doubted it would bode as well for the head of security..

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Wordcount: 2,441

AAR: Raivor makes an unexpected advance in his endeavours to secure the King's trust, and keeps his eye on a few people in court.. The plot thickens!
Agent Raivor, Vast Empire Naval Intelligence

"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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January 31, 2013 8:14:58 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
It had taken a while for the entirety of his luck to sink in - Raivor had acheived two major goals in the space of one evening. He had earned the king's trust and gained one of the highest positions in the entire Kingdom. Lord Attila Ripclaw became one of the seven Lords of Xaafir, his predecessor just so happening to be the Head of Security as well.. That man was no longer in the picture, thanks to Raivor. At the King's command, he had discreetly silenced the Lord who had, in the King's eyes, failed him. Raivor didn't mind, but he'd tried converting the man to the Vast Xaafirian cause first. The Lord had spluttered about treason and how he would tell the king, so Raivor had killed him without a second thought. Needless to say the King appreciated this, and after some deliberation -- purely for appearances -- the King had appointed Raivor as the next head of security.

As he began to learn more about his new role, he learnt just how incompetent his predecessor had truly been. The security, while well equipped and disciplined, had absolutely no combat experience or cross-training. In addition, the Lord had governed the province known as Bryiesk, an area almost constantly engulfed in harsh winters. Without proper guidance, Bryiesk had fallen into disrepair and its people were starving, just as with the case of the farmer, Yukat. Raivor's thoughts were interrupted as an impertinent voice laced with pomp called out. "Lord Ripclaw!"

Raivor - that is to say, Lord Ripclaw - paused mid-stride and half turned his head in annoyance. His thoughts took precedence over social interaction. "What is it?" He barked rudely, as befitting his role's persona.

It was Sir Opfrey, the steward of Iktraz. "My Lord, how pleasant to see you." More false appearances. "May I enquire as to your day?"

"You may not, Opfrey. What do you want?" Raivor replied brusquely.

"Well if you insi-"

"Get to the point or remove yourself from my presence, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, my lord. The thing is, I have heard of Bryiesk's.. Recent woes." He paused as if it would increase his effect; it didn't. "I'm Steward of a very fertile area.. Perhaps we could be, what is the phrase.. Equally beneficial?"

"Mutually beneficial." Raivor corrected easily, "and let me make something clear, Sir Opfrey. You are not my equal, nor are you on any grounds to parley with me to increase your standing in the eyes of the king. Another thing you could keep in the insignificant mind of yours is that I am not my predecessor." Raivor paused now, his pause taking much greater effect than Opfrey's. "Bryiesk does not need your help and should I talk about trade, I'd talk with your Lord. Not you. Good day."

Raivor left Opfrey standing there, dumbstruck by the up and coming outsider's sharp tongue. It was not long afterwards, indeed not many strides further along the gleaming marble floors before he was interrupted again. "My Lord." This voice was calm and concise, clear, efficient. Hawk, keeping appearances up. "There's something you might want to see in the courtyard."

Raivor fixed Hawk with a curious gaze, but nodded for him to lead on. A short time later, Hawk had led him to a large window - one of many such features in the palace walls - that overlooked the grand courtyard. Raivor's eyes narrowed instantaneously. Eight unarmoured but clearly military men stood in tight formation, behind two officers. One was a pale-skinned, pale-eyed Arkanian Offshoot.. The other was Vajk Scythe. So it was him after all. "This complicates matters, but our mission is unchanged.. Only the time frame has changed." Hawk nodded, believing the conversation finished. Raivor was not done though, adding so quiet that he himself barely registered the words. "And our target."

"What was that, sir?" Hawk asked hesitantly.

"I want you and Clawdite to pack your things. I'll arrange for transport from here to the main fortress in Bryiesk. The rest of us will follow shortly." Hawk made to interrupt, but Raivor raised a hand to stave off the speech. "I need you to get things into order. Begin with economy, then military. The people should be won over, too. I need a place to fall back to in the case of blown cover."

"Aye sir." Hawk responded, turning on his heel and storming off in the direction of their quarters.

----

Another week had passed, but Raivor had not seen those he knew to be imperials again since. He knew now that the Arkanian was a mercenary and that Vajk was an emissary of the New Republic. It explained why they had been ambushed on Abregado-Rae, then.. With the King's express permission, Raivor had made his way to Bryiesk to inspect his new home. He had been informed the nobles all traveled by horse and so did the same, with fifty assorted members in his convoy.

Just now were they coming up on the huge town, dominated by a beautiful but ominous stone fortress. There was a light sheet of snow falling, the wind clawing at Raivor's thick cloak and armour, He was as always helmetless, but his green eyes did not betray any reaction to the cold. His breath was visible each time he exhaled, and his lips had started to go numb along with his ears. He had endured worse, though. The main town of Bryiesk was called Bryieskir and in the snow, looked almost magical. It was certainly a depressing looking place, with little colour and organised streets and rows of buildings, but the architecture was just as lavish as in Xaafir's capital, minus the colour. It was all blacks and greys here, but nobody seemed to mind. Perhaps the Lords of Xaafir had thought Bryiesk was a bad deal for anyone.. But Raivor knew it was perfect for his designs.

He was met around one hundred meters from the front gate by Hawk and Clawdite with a procession of winter-clad guards. Nodding approvingly, the VENI team leader called a greeting. "How goes it, Var-Cyk?"

"Well, My Lord. We can talk more of it in the warmth of Daggerfall Castle." Hawk expertly maneuvered the party into going into the castle that dominated Bryieskir's skyline. It was all very antiquated, but Raivor could respect a sense of tradition.

"Lead the way."

----

As it turned out, Bryieskir's economy had been fairly up to par, needing only a slight adjustment in tax and fund allocation to allow their treasury to begin filling up and the farmers bringing in what they could.. The guards had been like in Xaafir, but slightly worse - under Hawk's watchful eye they had reformed into a well-disciplined and perfectly groomed unit, and were definitely showing signs of improvement. Daggerfall Castle was the perfect fortress for Raivor's needs, with plenty of secret tunnels and a commanding view of all approaches. The city itself backed onto a mountain and had only one approach but numerous exits..

A final tally put the guard numbers at 650 men, which was adequate for a town of this size. Raivor intended to make it bigger, though. "Clawdite, I want you to seek out the farmer.. Yukat.. Invite him here. Even bring him by force if you must. I would speak with the man. I needn't tell you to be discreet."

"As you wish." The striking resemblance of Raivor left quickly, and Hawk moved forward from the shadows of Lord Ripclaw's reception room.

"There was a transmission from Grey." Raivor's green eyes were instantly alert. "He's sending someone to take stock of our progress, and report our concerns - and failings - back to him."

Raivor nodded slowly, running a hand across his jaw slowly. He didn't need to ask if Hawk had directed Grey how the VENI agent should make contact here; the man was a gem as a second in command. "We'll return to court once Grey's watchdog is gone."

"As you say, My Lord." The team was slipping into the habit of referring to Raivor as 'My Lord' even when they were alone now. Normally it would have bothered the man.. But he was growing to enjoy it.

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Wordcount: 1,377

AAR: Raivor has become Lord of Bryiesk (pronounced B-ree-esk) and Head of Security, two very lucky breaks. He may have made an enemy in Sir Opfrey, but he is confident that with the King's favour he can exercise more leeway in his options than he'd dared to hope. He arranges a meeting with the farmer, Yukat, after he travels to the main town of Bryiesk, Bryieskir. Raivor also finds out that Grey has dispatched a Senior Agent to check up on the progress of the mission, and begins to make preparations pertaining thereto.

Bryiesk/ir: Bryiesk is one of the seven major provinces of Xaafir and by far the furthest north. Plagued by harsh, almost continuous winters, Bryiesk is not among the best of the Provinces but has its hidden benefits - like the defendability and the solid heart of its people. Bryieskir is somewhat like the Xaafirian capital, but all the buildings are stone and dark, but with just as beautiful architecture. There seems to be less of a class system here and a much smaller gap between rich and poor - the people of Bryieskir are modest and kind.
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"I've always viewed generosity as weakness, to be exploited. Ruthlessly exploited."
--Delak Krennel
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February 8, 2013 8:53:31 PM    View the profile of Serpent 
He was dressed in the red and black pseudo-uniform of the Kodashi Vipers, and their symbol of a hissing Dathomiri snake seemed to suit Pherik Zail quite well.  Among the Fleet Command of the Vast Empire he went by the call sign ‘Serpent’, and even owned a private transport called the Ophidian Coil.  Yes, he was no stranger to snake-themed imagery.

Except that, for now, he was not Serpent, or even Pherik Zail.  Since departing the Tower, the centre of Vast Empire Naval Intelligence, he had slipped into the mindset of his alter-ego, Agent Rain.  And as Rain, he had had to craft a cover story for himself (with some help from VENI’s master spy, Ensign Grey).

The Kodashi Vipers were a VENI unit operating in the guise of mercenaries, so Rain had to make his cover as their newest recruit fit.  Given a lack of combat skills, he began instead with his training in engineering, and crafted a believable story around that.  Thus was born Dillon ‘Wrench’ Ruesay, a technical wiz with no morals, who sold his engineering skills to every crime lord, pirate and mercenary group who dropped a fistful of credits into his hands.

Dillon?  Really?  I let Ensign Grey talk me into that for a name?

For the purposes of his cover, a home world of Metellos had been selected.  It was a rough world, which bred people desperate to escape it, and it was decided that Ruesay’s lack of scruples had been born of such desperation.  Plus, Metellos was in the Core Worlds, thus explaining away Zail’s natural accent should he fail to produce a suitably ‘rough’ tone of voice.

Rain went through his cover story background as he travelled in a small Ginivex-Class starfighter to the planet Xaafir.  The old style fighter had a good hyperdrive, and something about the elegant fan-wing solar sail appealed to Zail.  He was delighted when he found that one was available among the resources of VENI’s shadowy ‘Seventh Fleet’.

Once he was certain of his cover story, he turned once again to the files on his actual mission.  Agent Raivor and his team (the Kodashi Vipers) had been on Xaafir for over a month now, playing politics on the strategically important but little known New Republic world.  Rain knew the major details already, of course, such as King Nero and the seven regional Lords beneath him.

What he, nor anyone else at VENI could figure out, though, was how Raivor had managed to become one of those seven lords himself!  Zail knew that his friend was good, but this was pretty outstanding work indeed!  Rain wanted to believe that it was just talent, but he had been with Intelligence too long and suspicion came to him ever quicker these days.

Had Raivor sold out the Vast Empire?  Was this title and lands some sort of payment for a subtle betrayal?  Zail did not really believe that.  Did he?

He shook such thoughts away and tried to relax.  It was a long trip to Xaafir and he needed to get some sleep.  Rain had a feeling that he would not be getting much rest when he arrived.

-----

Zail guided the Ginivex-Class starfighter down through the upper atmosphere, marvelling at how well the small ship handled.  As he passed under the cloud cover, he got his first real look at Xaafir, or at least the Bryiesk region.

White.  White.  White.  Oh, and some grey/black for variety!

The landscape of rolling hills and dark forests were coated in smooth snow, and even the buildings were not untouched by the ever-present hand of perpetual winter.  Rain felt cold just looking out of the window of his ship, and though he knew that the rest of Xaafir was not like this, his first impression of this planet was not a good one.

He angled towards the coordinates that he had been given, and came soon enough to a small town in the shadow of a snow-peaked mountain.  The town, called ‘Bryieskir’ according to his mission outline, was handsome and austere in its own way.  The lack of colour could not detract from the fine craftsmanship that had gone into every building, and Zail silently berated himself for judging this world too quickly.  Perhaps it had some charm after all.

At the foot of the mountain was Daggerfall Castle, his ultimate destination.  He transmitted  a recognition code on a secure VENI frequency and swiftly got a set of landing coordinates.  He guided his Ginivex towards the indicated area, just past the towering fortress itself, and found himself heading for a landing bay hidden in a cavern in the mountain.  Gently bringing his ship in to land, Rain wasted no time in disembarking.

Agent Raivor was waiting for him with an entourage of castle guards in cold weather gear.  “Wrench!” He greeted, “My old friend, glad you could make it.”

Zail, quickly into the character of ‘Wrench’ Ruesay, responded in kind.  “Lord Ripclaw!” He said with a lazy bow, “It’s been too long!  I am pleased that you sent for me, that I may be able to assist you once again.”

Raivor, dressed in the rich attire of a Xaafir nobleman, smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.  “I have use of your talents here, Wrench.  Come with me,” And so saying, he and his entourage led Rain down a long twisting tunnel, bored into the rock of the mountain, and leading down into Daggerfall Castle below.

During the walk, Raivor played the role of Lord Ripclaw well.  He spoke about plans for strengthening his fortress and bolstering the productivity of Bryiesk province, matters where an engineer would be useful.  As a nod to his mercenary background, he asked a few questions of Zail, enquiring after the health of imaginary friends back on Nar Shaddaa.  Rain gave measured responses, keeping up the pretence for the sake of the guards who had no idea as to the two men’s true identities.

Finally the two reached the fortress proper, and Zail was glad to be in from the cold.  They retired to a spacious sitting room, a roaring open fire dominating one side of it, and Ripclaw dismissed the guards.

“Agent Rain,” He said stiffly, letting the other know that it was okay to speak freely in this place.  “It’s good to see you.  I was not sure who Captain Grey would send.”

That’s because Grey isn’t sure if he can still trust you, my friend.

“He wanted to send his best,” Said Zail with a smile, covering up his doubts and concerns about the other agent’s sudden ascent to nobility.  “But Ensign Grey was unavailable, so he had to make do with me.”

They smiled lightly at that one, and Rain could see that Raivor relaxed a bit at the joke.  Good.  The more relaxed he was the better.

They poured drinks and sat down in high-backed armchairs by the fire, enjoying a brief respite from the cold.  Zail sipped at the wine he had been given, a dry tasting red that was made right here on Xaafir.  He was not sure if he liked it, but drank it all the same.  They chatted for a good ten minutes as they drank, with Raivor speaking at length about his mission so far.  Rain chipped in and asked questions, but otherwise let the other speak.

Finally they reached the part where Grey sent someone to check up on the Kodashi Vipers and Raivor stopped speaking.  An awkward silence descended.

“I’m not here to take over,” Said Zail eventually, wanting to put his friend (if they were indeed still friends) at ease.  “This is your operation, I get this and so does Grey.  I’m just here to observe for a while, make a little report, and then I’ll be out of here and out of your way as soon as I can.”

Raivor took that in, nodding.  “Well that’s good to know,” He said, sounding relieved.

“Indeed,” Said Rain, finishing his drink.  “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s been a long trip.  Mind if I go and settle in?”

“Of course not,” Said the other, rising and escorting him to the door.  “The guards outside will take you to the guest suite.  I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.”

“Thank you,” Said Zail, but just before he left, Raivor spoke once again.

“You must understand my confusion,” Said the other VENI agent.  “Grey sending one of his top agents, just for a report.  Sounds odd, no?” Asked Raivor, and there was a suspicious look in his green eyes.

So you suspect, do you?

“Who can say what goes on in an Intel Chief’s mind,” Said Rain nonchalantly, and then departed.

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1452 words.  Sorry, I was only half done when I hit ‘post’ rather than ‘preview’ by mistake!  Now edited and completed!

After Action Report:  Pherik Zail (Agent Rain), posing as the mercenary tech Dillon ‘Wrench’ Reusay, heads to Xaafir.  He is to check up on Agent Raivor and report back to VENI.  However, Raivor’s staggering success so far has made the senior agent suspicious.  And for his part, Raivor is wary of Rain’s presence.
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just right - and the challenge of matching your wits against a capable opponent." - Gilad Pellaeon
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
February 9, 2013 1:18:07 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Raivor had been suspicious all along; why would Grey send anyone to check up on him? He sent his reports, as did the rest of his team on a daily basis. Did Grey not trust him anymore? Perhaps he just wanted an overview of the situation from an outside perspective.. Raivor had settled himself on that until he'd seen who it was. It was all he could do to mask his surprise at seeing Rain here. Rain was without a doubt Grey's best agent, barring only those with Grey status. There was no way in the most fiery pits of Mustafar that such a successful, skilled agent would be sent so far for a simple report. While Rain tried to mask it too, Raivor could see a shimmer of uncertainty in his eyes and he knew for a fact that it wasn't about his abilities.. It was about who he could trust. Raivor sat in his armchair, fire burning low with his wine still in his glass as he contemplated the arrival of Rain. His emerald eyes reflected the slowly dying fire, each crackle and snap of the burning wood a frightening warning to Raivor.. The powers that be did not trust him which meant that he was no longer safe.

He doubted Grey would go so far as to assassinate the young agent, but he did not put anything past the mastermind of VENI. Even if Grey didn't have plans to kill Raivor, he certainly had contingency plans.. Perhaps to 'accidentally' reveal the identity of him and his team to the King.. Now that would be disastrous. He had enough loyalty out here, now , that he could rely on his guards to defend him against even the King's forces, but he could not afford to trust each guard as equally as he trusted his team. A slight movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to spin, hold out blaster raised- but he relaxed, seeing it was just Hawk. The young team leader lowered his blaster, breathing slowly to calm his adrenaline. "You know this.. 'Rain'?" Hawk queried, approaching as Raivor sat back down. Raivor nodded slowly. "How?"

"I'm surprised you don't. Rain has been somewhat of a mentor to me almost since the day I joined.." Hawk cocked a brow in surprise, but remained silent, "on top of that, he's Grey's best agent after the Greys themselves. Word is he's up for Grey status."

Hawk whistled quietly, "He's certainly not here for a report, then."

"No." Raivor responded, "No he's not."

"Then what? A sub-mission behind our backs?" Hawk began brainstorming possibilities. Raivor's head shook. He knew - or at least, he thought he knew - what the purpose of Rain's visit was. "Unless.."

"Unless Grey doesn't trust us." Raivor finished the sentence that Hawk had trailed off. There was a stunned silence passing between the two of them as Hawk considered the ramifications of such a thing, if it held even the smallest semblance of truth - Grey was ruthless.

"For what it's worth, the rest of us trust you. Clawdite may not seem like it, but he looks up to you."  Hawk responded finally. "Do we need to prepare for anything?"

"No.." Raivor murmured, quietly at first, before elaborating. "No. At this point, Rain's here just to poke around. It's when he leaves that we should be worried.. If he leaves soon, we know he's found something for Grey, if not, it means he's still looking. For now, make preparations for the arrival of that farmer fellow. What was his name?"

"Yukat, sir." Hawk responded. Raivor nodded once more; so caught up with the whole additional agent fiasco, Raivor had forgotten the man's name.

"Alright. He should be here tomorrow eve, at the latest." Hawk nodded and took that as his cue to depart.

"Rain can see then that our mission is still clear.." Raivor murmured, more for himself than anything else.

---

Morning came all too fast, and the young VENI agent awoke from a poor night's sleep with a mild headache. The wine on Xaafir was deceptively strong.. Raivor brushed the morning fatigue away and got dressed quickly - it was unsurprisingly another cold winter's day, though the snow had eased up and the sun shone through. That didn't stop the cold, though. Crystalline snow flakes lingered in the air, cast up by the cutting gale that was omnipresent out in Bryieskir as a reminder of the recent snow. It was hard to make a living here, and Raivor could appreciate it. He was standing by his window, gazing down at the snow coated streets of Bryieskir, busy even in the coldest of weather. Women taking their children to lessons, men hurrying to the store, members of both genders hurrying off to work., It wasn't a very prejudiced society out here, and Raivor was growing fond of it. A knock on the door sounded; knowing it to be Hawk, Raivor did not turn from the window. "Enter."

Hands clasped behind his back, Raivor half-turned. Hawk stood respectfully silent as he awaited Raivor to acknowledge his presence properly. "Well?"

"Yukat is here, sir." Hawk responded calmly.

"That was quick," the team leader murmured to himself, "very well. Show him to my reception room.. Make sure the castle staff are all off doing other things, and guard the entrances yourself. Get the others to help you. We don't want anyone to know what we're doing here."

Hawk nodded and turned to leave, ever the efficient 2IC. Before the man left, Raivor called out to him, "Oh and Hawk.. Wake our 'guest'. Inform him of the meeting."

Hawk nodded once more, understanding what to do, before exiting the chamber and shutting the door behind him. If everything went well today, Serpent would be shown that the VENI team was at the very least still pursuing their objective, even if it didn't convince him of their loyalty. It was an interesting situation, now that the wine in Raivor's head had dissipated enough for him to think clearly on the entire situation. He'd gotten the gist of it well enough with the wine, but without it he could see things much clearer and from a more neutral perspective. Rain was a VENI agent, so it stood to reason he shared at least some of the ruthlessness of his superiors.. But as his friend, Raivor knew that Rain would not condemn them without ample proof.

Though back at court, he feared that Rain might hear things from deceptive tongues that would convince him otherwise.. Perhaps it was better, then, that they stayed in Bryieskir for the duration of his visit. Then again, if the visit went on for longer than a week, Raivor would have no choice but to return to court - with Rain in tow. A potentially harmful situation for all.. Raivor sighed. He was confident that Rain would not find anything condemning here or anywhere, other than the words of the poisonous Steward, Sir Opfrey. Shaking his head to clear his worries, Raivor realised he'd been contemplating too long. He'd best get down to the reception room and greet Yukat, to get to the bottom of this.

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Wordcount: 1,208. Mostly Raivor's opinion on what Rain is doing here.

AAR: Raivor greets Rain and realises he's not there for just a report. The morning after, he prepares to meet a local farmer, Yukat, to try and get in contact with the rebellion.
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
February 12, 2013 7:51:04 PM    View the profile of Serpent 
Pherik ‘Serpent’ Zail, aka Agent Rain of VENI, aka Dillon ‘Wrench’ Ruesay of the Kodashi Vipers, watched his breath mist as he exhaled.  It was not too cold by the standards of the Bryiesk region, but still far worse than Zail was used to.  He tried not to let his discomfort show, and walked briskly across the raised walkways of Daggerfall Castle.  From the tower that he had slept in, he followed his escort to the central keep of the elegant fortress.

Once inside, welcome warmth seeped into his body after the doors shut behind him.  Daggerfall was a mix of the archaic and the modern, and while the stone walls were appropriately gothic, the fixtures, including the automatic doors, were all galactic standard.

The two escorts with Rain, part of the household guard and not privy to the truth of the VENI presence in their midst, led him to the reception room of their leader.  They waited outside as Zail entered through large double-doors into the chamber beyond.

The room was a large and comfortable one, with wood-panelled walls engraved with images of hunting.  A massive fireplace dominated one side, and though it was finely wrought of oak and granite, instead of actual fire it had a far more efficient heating generator warming the room.  And before it were two large chairs with a delicate wooden table between them.

On one chair was the master of Daggerfall Castle, Lord Ripclaw, dressed in a long robe of thick wool and embroidered silk.  Zail noted this, wondering whether Agent Raivor was wearing such rich garb because it was part of his Ripclaw masquerade, or whether he truly enjoyed it.

Sat opposite Raivor was one of the local Xaafirians, his dark grey skin a clear mark of his heritage.  He was old, his long face and wise eyes a testament to his age.  He seemed like he should be frail, with thin bony hands and limbs, but he betrayed no sense of weakness in his posture.  The local wore clothes that were worn and faded, a mix of dull earthen colours that cried out ‘rustic’.  A farmer, perhaps, or at very least someone from a farming community.  Despite his somewhat dusty appearance, he carried himself with a certain nobility that, Rain had to concede, Raivor lacked.

“Ah, Wrench, there you are,” Said Ripclaw, noticing Zail’s arrival.  “Please come here, my friend.”

Rain walked to his side, and had to remain standing owing to the lack of a chair for him.  He figured that this was part of the set-up, that Ripclaw was a Lord and only he and his guests, not their subordinates, were allowed to be seated.  The Xaafirian’s wary gaze followed Zail as he walked across the room until he stopped at Ripclaw’s side.

“Who’s this?” Asked the visitor, his tone suspicious.

“Officially one of my fellow mercs,” Said Raivor.  “Unofficially, though, he is something else,” He added, and left that comment hanging in the air, for now without further elaboration.

“It took some convincing to bring me here, my Lord,” Said the Xaafirian, his voice cultured and educated, lending further credence to the initial impression of him being somewhat more than he seemed.  “And I only came on the understanding that this was a private discussion.”

“And it is,” Said Ripclaw.  “Nothing said here will leave this room, you have my guarantee.  For now, let me introduce Dillon ‘Wrench’ Ruesay.  Wrench, this is Yukat, a local man of some prominence that I have invited here to talk with.”

Zail nodded to the man.  “Pleased to meet you,” He said.

“Likewise,” Said the other, his tone still anything but pleased.  Turning his grey eyes back to Raivor, he said, “My lord, forgive my bluntness, but you have yet to say why I am here.  I am sure that you are as busy as I, so for both our sakes, let us not beat around the field any more than we have to and get straight to the point.”

“Very well then,” Said Ripclaw.  “I was present when you petitioned the King, and observed your rather unorthodox way of doing so.”

A muscle in Yukat’s cragged face twitched.  “I lost my patience, is all,” He explained.  “You would too if you, your family and your friends had been unfairly taxed to breaking point.”

“But I don’t know, is that it?” Asked Raivor, taking the other’s meaning.  “I’m an outsider, promoted on a whim to a position of authority on this world I had not set foot on until last month.  Correct?”

“The thought had occurred,” Said Yukat, meeting the other’s gaze without flinching.

Zail watched the back and forth, and wondered what was going on.  Why is Raivor pushing so hard?  What does this man have that he wants?  And why am I here?

“Tell me,” Said Ripclaw.  “You don’t like the current order here on Xaafir, do you?”

“It is the way it is,” Said the other man in a guarded tone of voice.

“Not the answer to the question I asked.”

Yukat eyed the Lord carefully, and took a deep breath before speaking again.  “I suppose I would be glad to see some... changes,” He conceded eventually.

“Such as?” Pressed Ravior.

Careful, thought Rain.  This one is composed and calm, but there is tension in him.  Push him too hard and he may just clam up and leave!

The Xaafirian looked as if he was about to speak, and then hesitated.  His eyes lit up as if realisation was dawning.  “Ah,” Said Yukat, “I see.  Part of your elevation involves finding King Nero’s enemies, does it?  Well, let me assure you, my Lord, that I am not one of them.  Despite my misgivings about the taxes, my loyalty is beyond question.”

And there he goes! Thought Zail glumly.

However, Raivor seemed to take this news calmly, affecting a smile.  “Oh.  Well then, the words ‘Vast Xaafirians’ have no meaning for you?”

The potential pro-VE faction on this world?  Thought Rain, suddenly interested.  Is that where this is going?

“None at all,” Said Yukat, but Zail could see his finely crafted armour of indifference slipping.  There was something in his eyes that said he was lying.  “Never heard the term before now.”

“A shame,” Said Ripclaw.  “Well, as a Lord helping to keep one of his subjects informed on current events, let me enlighten you.  Word at court is that the Vast Xaafirians seek a new direction for this world, possibly aligned with the Imperial splinter faction known as the Vast Empire.  What’s your take on this?”

“I don’t play politics,” Said Yukat firmly, his words coming out harsh.  He now seemed, to Rain, to be worried, though he tried to conceal it.

“So if you met any members of the Vast Xaafirians, or the Vast Empire itself, would you report it?” Asked Raivor carefully, “Or would you, in your political apathy, leave them be?”

Yukat shrugged, clearly wanting an end to the conversation and deciding that saying nothing at all was in his best interests at this stage.

“Very well,” Said Ripclaw.  “Cards on the table then?  My friend and I here both serve the Vast Empire.”

Zail was not sure he had heard that last part right, so quickly and nonchalantly had it been said.  He blinked a couple of times, staring open mouthed at Raivor, before once again turning to regard Yukat.

The Xaafirian looked suspicious.  “I don’t believe you,” He said flatly, still not saying how he would act if it were true.

“It is true,” Said Rain, deciding after a moment to trust his friend and just go with his big revelation.  “We are both agents for Vast Empire Naval Intelligence, and just letting you know that is a big gesture of faith in you not to reveal us.”

“If we said this and it wasn’t true, we would only be setting ourselves up to be arrested by the King,” Continued Ravior.  “So why would we?”

“Because you are King’s men,” Countered the disbelieving Yukat smoothly, “And trying to entrap me.  Fear not, my loyalty to King Nero is strong, and I shall of course report this test immediately,” He said, rising.

“And if we aren’t trying to trick you?” Asked Zail.

“Then reporting you is still the right course of action,” Said the Xaafirian, headed for the door.

Raivor was up and across the room quickly, barring his path.

If Yukat panics now, thought Zail, alarmed, this will end badly...

“If I were with the Vast Empire,” Said the other VENI agent, “Then I could kill you now to protect my secret.”

“True,” Said the old man, who though strong for his age, would be no match for Raivor, or the legion of Daggerfall guards at his command.

“Yet I choose not to,” Said the Lord.  “I want to trust you, Yukat, and I think that you want to trust me.  Go now, and have no fear of my men acting against you.  But please, think on what I have said.  The Vast Empire is here, now, and we want to help.  Tell the Vast Xaafirians.”

“I don’t know any...” Began Yukat, but Raivor cut him off.

“Just tell them,” He said simply.

There was silence for a few moments then, both men staring into the eyes of the other, trying to see past the doubt and mistrust and get to the heart of the other.  Eventually, the old Xaafirian said only, “Thank you for this audience, my Lord.  And good day to you,” And with that he left.

The door closed behind him, and Raivor turned to face Rain.  “Thoughts?” He asked.

Zail sighed.  “I could tell you that was a risky way to play it,” He said.  “And I could tell you that I have no idea if he believed us or not.  But you know these things.”

The other nodded.  “He’s a forthright man.  Normal word-play and skulduggery would not have appealed to him.”

“A wise estimation.  I guess I’ll have to hang around and see how this turns out, won’t I?” Asked Rain rhetorically.

“Stay as long as you like,” Said Raivor, and watched as Zail too departed, leaving him with his thoughts.

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1703 words.  A little wordy, but I think I pulled this off.

After Action Report:  Raivor and Rain meet with Yukat, a local man that Raivor believes is with the pro-VE faction on Xaafir.  Yukat is distrustful, so Raivor lays his cards on the table and tells the truth about the VENI agents’ true allegiances.  Yukat leaves, and they are not sure if he will betray them or not.
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just right - and the challenge of matching your wits against a capable opponent." - Gilad Pellaeon
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February 27, 2013 7:43:24 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Raivor was just as unsure about the outcome as Rain was, but he was a pretty good judge of character. He knew for instance that Rain was close to Grey and despite his outward display of friendship and camaraderie, Raivor knew that Rain would follow Grey's orders almost without question. He might not be fine with some things - like killing a friend - but Raivor held little doubt that he'd do it. He also knew that Yukat was an honourable man – from their interactions, Raivor had decided that Yukat was a smart, smart man but also an idealist. He wanted to believe that everyone had good in them and that anybody who said they supported the Vast Xaafirians actually did support the Vast Xaafirians.. beyond that he could not say precisely what the the man believed. He was too intelligent, too educated and cunning to be as simple as he posed. His speech also rose suspicion with Raivor; no peasant spoke that well – no peasant. Raivor knew this from experience.. He sighed quietly, sitting now in the chambers just outside his bedroom. Hawk entered now, standing silently for a few moments as he gauged whether or not Raivor was ready for him. The man had a talent for coming in at the best times. “My lord?”

“What is it Hawk?” Raivor murmured in return.

“There’s been a transmission from the capital.” Raivor’s bright green eyes snapped to his second in command, the unspoken question in his eyes, “the King demands an update on the progress of Bryieskir.”

“I see.. someone has to deal with him, I suppose.” The leading Agent frowned slightly. Hawk shifted on his feet easily.

“I’ll go, sir.” He ventured cautiously. Raivor didn’t need to ponder the matter; he shook his head a few seconds after Hawk’s suggestion.

“No,” he murmured, quietly at first before continuing in a louder tone, “No. The King will take offense if anyone less than myself responds. Send a transmission in response; I’ll be attending him shortly. Clawdite and our guest will accompany me.”

Hawk started forward, but Raivor silenced him with a wave. He knew Hawk would object, “it would do well for him to learn the ins and outs of the court – or at least attempt to. He knows we have a difficult task at hand but such an encounter would broaden his understanding of just how complex our situation is.” Hawk went to speak again, but the young VENI agent cut him off once more, “You are afraid he’ll blow our cover. He is Grey’s best man and he knows his role.”

Hawk nodded mutely, sufficiently chastened. Raivor realised that he’d have to travel via horse again. An arduous, lengthy and overall tedious process, traveling in such a way was also pointedly uncomfortable. If Grey wanted to check up on him, his golden boy would be subject to just as many hardships as Raivor and his team – the team leader would see to that. It wasn’t out of bitterness that he followed this train of thought, rather out of manipulation. He had nothing to hide, but if something looked off even unintentionally, such things would sway Rain’s thoughts in the favour of Raivor’s loyalty, rather than the opposite. He shuddered to think of his fate if Grey had any substance to believe him treasonous.  “Rouse Agent Rain, prepare the horses and fifty men. We leave in six hours.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

---

Raivor’s warm cloak shielded him from the cold, but not completely. His armour did that. Self-regulating thermal pads heated up and cooled down depending on the weather, and here they were pumping away at heating the VENI agent’s body up. Without his helmet, though, it only warmed his body and not his head. Raivor didn’t mind – he preferred the cold to the warmth and although his armour was necessary to survive, Raivor still refused to wear a helmet. It also showed his face, which was a common gesture of nobility – allowing everyone to gaze upon your handsome visage was like lording it over the smallfolk. From astride his black war horse, Raivor gazed out at what was his domain, surroundings silent but for the howl of the wind. The wind bit at the bare skin of his face as his emerald eyes watched the snow fall in a thin sheet..

The sound of a horse coming up alongside his broke the silence, hooves against the dark pathway from the main entrance of Daggerfall Castle clip-clopping toward him. Raivor didn’t move, gaze still scanning the largely white surroundings. “It’s a good day.” Raivor murmured without turning.

“Mm..” Rain responded affirmatively, “Cold.”

“Cold is good.” Raivor only now turned as more hooves joined them, seeing the rest of the party arraying behind them, led by Clawdite. “Move out.” Raivor flicked the reigns once, his horse responding by moving off in a slow walk. Once they were clear of Bryieskir’s front gates, he dug his heels in and set off at a gallop. The rest of the column followed him out into a winter wonderland of dark trees and virgin white snow, no-one complaining about the cold, least of all Raivor and Rain.

---

It took them a day of hard riding to reach the capital and the entire column was tired; fortunately the king had made provisions for Raivor and his men so he allowed his guards to take to their quarters and rest, while he, Rain and Clawdite proceeded to their meeting with the King. Raivor shrugged off the fatigue easily – it wouldn’t start affecting his performance for another day, at least. He was not so sure about Clawdite and Rain, but he gave them every confidence nonetheless.. Raivor knew the way off by heart, but he could see Rain out of the corner of his eye taking in as much detail as he could. There was a reason he was Grey’s best, after all. 

The huge doors to the throne room opened, and the trio of VENI agents entered amid many a curious gaze. Raivor had become a familiar face, as had his team, but Rain was a new addition. He did not believe that  King Veyrous would argue with him bringing in an extra man, but precaustions had been taken regardless. Rain’s cover story was as solid as Raivor’s own. As soon as the doors opened, though, Raivor could see the white-haired imperial from a few weeks back. Next to him was a less remarkable figure but one just as dangerous. They had been arguing until the doors opened; whereupon the two fell silent and remained standing. Only when the trio drew level with Scythe and the Arkanian Officer did King Nero speak, a smile crossing his features – this one genuine, for a change.

“Ah, Lord Ripclaw.. Welcome back. I trust Bryiesk is doing well under your expert eye..”

“It is,  your majesty.” Raivor inclined his head slightly in deference to the King’s authority.

“Just so… I’d like you to meet two people, my friend.” Raivor did not let the confusion at the usage of the term ‘my friend’ flicker across his features, but it was still in his mind. “Captain Tiberius Maximillian, a mercenary here to help us with our plight and Commander Vajk Scythe, an emissary of the New Republic.”

The Arkanian Offshoot inclined his head respectfully and politely in Raivor’s direction, while Vajk nodded brusquely. Neither looked to pleased, but Tiberius seemed to be the more respectful of the two. Of course, his run-ins with Vajk before had been far from pleasant, so he wasn’t surprised. At the words New Republic, though, his gaze snapped to where the King’s emissary normally stood – the woman Raivor had  decided was irrevocably a New Republic deep cover agent – but the place was empty. “Most excellent, my King..”

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AAR: Raivor, Serpent and Clawdite head back to the capital after a demand for an update from the King himself. Once there, they are greeted by not only the King's court, but by two former Imperials - one now a mercenary, the other a New Republic diplomat.
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February 28, 2013 9:46:04 PM    View the profile of Serpent 
Rain’s eyes flicked about the throne room, noting as much as he could.  As Serpent, the naval officer, he would have been focused on people and rank, but as Agent Rain of VENI he had to notice so much more.  He took in the size of the throne and its symbolic importance, the casual authority that went into the design of the hall, the way the courtiers sat, and so much more.

And then he began to study the people.

First there was the King himself.  Nero was tall and regal of bearing, with the dark skin common to the Xaafirians, and Rain noted how comfortable and in-control he looked while sat upon the throne.  His purple eyes were cunning and piercing as he greeted Raivor by his cover name of ‘Lord Ripclaw’.

Next Rain flicked his gaze to Commander Vajk Scythe, a man with arrogance in his posture and a scar on his chin.  Rain had read the reports on the man, a tough and merciless Imperial officer and, like Serpent, commander of a Victory Star Destroyer.  According to Raivor’s reports, Scythe and his ship, the Troubadour, had chased his VENI team when they departed Abregado-Rae.  Their reason for being there was a mystery at the time, but Rain had just heard the King introduce Scythe as being affiliated to the New Republic.  If the fearsome Commander had switched sides then that would explain much.

Finally there was the Arkanian Offshoot, Captain Tiberius Maximilian, another former Imperial and Star Destroyer officer.  This one commanded a ship known as the Rapier, and was a mercenary by trade.  Rain wondered as to how he fit into this.  From the body language of the two ex-Imperials, it seemed that Maximilian and Scythe had been arguing prior to the VENI team’s arrival.  That could prove useful.

There were plenty of other courtiers and attendants present, but Rain could tell the three key players right away.  It was they that he focused on.

The King spoke next.  If he wondered at Rain’s presence in Raivor’s entourage, he did not comment on it, instead focusing on the recently-elevated noble.  “My two new friends here were just debating the finer points of loyalty,” He said, gesturing to Maximilian and Scythe.  “Your thoughts, Lord Ripclaw?”

“Loyalty is priceless my King,” Replied Raivor with a half-bow.  “I for one came to you for money alone, but I pledged my loyalty and have been granted Daggerfall and all its lands.  I have now learned the true rewards for service, and the true value of loyalty.”

“Just so,” Said King Nero.  “So you think a mercenary can change?  Can learn to value more than mere credits?” He asked, casting a gaze to Captain Maximilian.

“I know so,” Replied Raivor confidently.

Rain watched the exchange, and knew exactly what his fellow VENI agent was up to.  He was supporting the neutral man over the New Republic one.  A sound strategy, and from the nod of appreciation that Maximilian soon inclined their way, the mercenary Captain understood this too.

“And what of having two loyalties?” Asked King Nero.  “Prior to your arrival, my good Captain Maximilian was questioning whether one who abandoned one loyalty could ever truly hold another,” He said, gesturing now to Commander Scythe.  So that was what they were arguing about before we entered, thought Rain.

Scythe seemed to bristle under the accusation, but said nothing.  He held his tongue for now and looked to Lord Ripclaw, hoping for the same support he had showed his rival.  It was not to be coming.

“Mercenaries like Captain Maximilian, and indeed formerly myself, change sides all the time,” Mused Raivor.  “However, such mercenaries do so in predictable ways.  They go where the money is.  What we perceive a shifting loyalty – to the Empire, to the Republic – is simply a single constant loyalty to credits.”  He sighed and frowned at Commander Scythe.  “This one valued the Empire, and now he pledges faith to the Republic.  I have no knowledge as to why he changed sides... and so I have no idea when he will change again.”

“You speak ignorantly, my Lord Ripclaw,” Said the New Republic officer, trying to save his position.  “I do have a single loyalty – to justice.  When it became evident that the Empire did not hold to that ideal any longer I went over to the Republic.  I betrayed nothing, my Lord, it was the Empire that betrayed me.”

“Well said!” Declared King Nero with clear approval.  “Thank you for your insight, Lord Ripclaw, this has been most informative.  As for you Captain Maximilian and Commander Scythe, I have heard enough of your bickering.  Whatever the root of your previous enmity, it ends here.  You serve me and Xaafir now, and let that be an end to it.”

“Yes, sire,” The two men said quickly.

“Return to your positions,” Ordered the King.

The two men bowed, and then along with the VENI agents, took their places on the courtroom’s plush seats, and for the next couple of hours bore witness to the endless parade of visitors and petitioners that came before the King.

-----

Rain followed the meeting as best he could, trying to get a feel for the court.  This was his first time in such an environment and he found it quite fascinating.  He wondered idly if the high politics of his lost home of Alderaan were like this, but he doubted it.

When at last King Nero had had enough for one day, he declared the assembled court dismissed.  As the ruler of Xaafir left through a private entrance in the back of the throne room, the rest of those present filed out into the massive entrance hall beyond.  There, in the shadow of rich tapestries and ancient suits of armour, they gathered in clumps to dismiss all they had seen that day.

The three VENI agents, Raivor, Rain and Clawdite, did the same.  As they huddled beside a marble column, Commander Scythe emerged and stalked right past them.  There was no mistaking the scowl of disapproval his gave them as he passed.

“Made an enemy there, my Lord,” Observed Rain.

“He was an enemy already,” Replied Raivor simply.  “What I was trying to do was make us a friend.”

And so saying, Captain Maximilian came out next.  As he saw the three VENI agents, he approached.  Extending a hand to Raivor he said, “Thank you for your support, one mercenary to another.”

“Of course,” Replied the Lord of Bryiesk region.  “Perhaps you and I could do business sometime?”

The Captain smiled.  “I think that would be mutually beneficial.  See you soon, my Lord,” And so saying he turned and strode off.

“Nicely played,” Said Rain, complementing his friend.  Raivor seemed to have a plan, and it was working.

OOC:
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After Action Report:  Raivor, Rain and Clawdite are called before King Nero.  He wants to hear the opinion of his newest Lord on two men.  One, mercenary Captain Maximilian, is seen by Raivor as a potential ally, and he speaks well of the merc.  The other, Imperial officer turned New Republic, Commander Scythe, gets a less than glowing review by Raivor.  Later, Maximilian tells the VENI team of his appreciation, and offers to meet then later to discus working together.
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
March 9, 2013 3:01:59 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Raivor stood at the window of his extensive quarters as Rain went through a few datapads of information that Raivor had scattered around. They were mostly historical, providing the names of important families and Lords, the coat of arms of said families and quite a comprehensive history of each and every prominent family. It also included the traditional regions associated with each of them and had been updated to include recent history. A few of them, though, were dossiers Raivor had gathered as head of the King's guard, profiling potential threats and allies alike. "What's your opinion of the Arkanian?" Raivor asked without turning.

Rain looked up from the datapad, surprised by the question. "He seems honourable." The experienced agent paused, knowing that 'seems' was not a measurement that VENI used. "I believe we can trust him. But an ally suddenly appearing out of the webs of intricate deception and shadows? It seems a bit too good to me."

"Agreed." Raivor nodded slowly, "We'll need to get in touch with him, but we can't let him in on our secret until we're sure he's not in league with Scythe or the King."

"Perhaps-" Serpent was cut off by the comm beeping. Both of their gazes flicked toward the small device that lay on a table, before their gazes met. It could only be Hawk, and Hawk would only contact him for one of two reasons. Pacing over to the table, Raivor picked up the comm unit.

"Lord Ripclaw." He answered simply.

"My Lord, it's Var-Cyk.. Yukat came back. He wants you to tour his homeland, Krayitan with him." Frowning slowly, Raivor pondered - Krayitan was by far the most desolate of Xaafir's regions, a rocky desert fraught with canyons and natural hazards. It was said that if you went out into the main desert - known as Krayt's Hell, ominously enough - you'd die in under ten minutes, unless you had ample protection. The VENI team's armour would suffice as environmental protection, but the guards of Bryiesk would not be so lucky. If he were to go there, he'd have to take a shuttle.

"Understood. Inform him we will be there in less than a week." Raivor cut the channel and turned to Rain.

"Krayitan? That's the desert region, is it not?" Rain asked. Raivor simply nodded. Rain looked back down at his datapad.. "Ruled by a Lord named.. hmm, that's interesting."

"What?"

"Hyrick Martell. I know a man by the same surname.. I wonder if there's any relation."

"Doubtful. Xaafirians are not too big on leaving their planet." Raivor responded calmly.

"As you say. Hyrick Martell, replaced Lord Tayuk the Humble as Lord of Krayitan after the latter's exile.." Raivor's gaze snapped back to the datapad.

"Say that name again!"

"Lord Tayuk the Humble," Rain's eyes widened as he and Raivor came to the same conclusion. "Tayuk, Yukat. That explains his lordly countenance.."

"Just so, my friend." Raivor smiled for the first time in a while, "now we have something to use against him, though it's not a hard thing to figure out."

"Do we want to force him into working with us?" Rain asked, "it defeats the whole purpose of our contacting him if we do."

"It may well come down to that." Raivor replied grimly, "but for now you're right. Revealing that we know this is pointless, for now."

Rain nodded and the pair fell silent. Rain's gaze lingered on the other agent, though, a question in his eyes. Raivor looked up finally and noticed the gaze - it was partly unsure, partly guilty and partly suspicious. "What is it?"

"I feel the suspicion between us needs to stop." Rain stated bluntly, "It's evident you know why I'm here."

Raivor was silent for a while, wary gaze evaluating the older, more experienced operative. "Aye, I do."

"That's that then. How did you rise so quickly?"

Raivor was not caught off guard by the question - he'd been thinking about it since Rain arrived. "Luck and cunning. An assassin from the Vast Xaafirians slipped past the King's guards and almost killed the King himself. I stopped him."

"Why?" Rain asked, curious as well as slightly taken aback by what seemed to be a perversion of their cause here.

"Simply killing Nero like that would have left a power vacuum and thrown the seven regions into chaos. Lord against lord and only the smallfolk would suffer; including our Vast Xaafirian friends. It was prudent to prevent that," Raivor explained, "in addition to which I could better manipulate events to our liking from the King's side. We can't just kill Nero and leave.. for all we know an equally bloodthirsty and anti VE lord could rise in his place and we'd have done this for nothing. No, simply killing him will not suffice. We have to replace his entire regime."

Rain watched Raivor calmly, listening to his explanation with interest. When the younger agent was finished, Rain let a silence fall between them. Finally, Rain nodded. "Fair enough. Saying that, however.. makes my purpose here null and void."

Raivor nodded slowly, "Yet leaving so suddenly will arouse suspicion. I'm afraid you'll have to stick around."

"I-" Serpent was cut off again, this time by a knock at the door. Their gazes met once more and Raivor gestured silently. Be ready. They could take no chances here. The younger agent approached the door, keying the lock as he rested a hand on his verpine. It slid open and revealed a rather surprised Captain Maximilian. Raivor did not relax just yet.

"Captain.. what brings you here?" The Arkanian's pale eyes did not miss the hand that Raivor rested on his pistol.

"Mutual distrust of a certain ex-Imperial." He ventured cautiously.

Raivor eyed him for a moment longer, before stepping back. "Come in."

"I am judging from your reaction at court that you've met Scythe before." The Arkanian Offshoot wasted no time, "Now before you say anything, so have I. The man's an arrogant psychopath who used his position in the Empire - and now the New Republic - to conduct ghastly experiments on mostly aliens.. but humans too."

"Go on." Raivor closed the door now, intrigued.

"He arrived just after me. He proposed an alliance; his interests here supposedly coincide with mine.. I let him believe that for a time."

"What interests?" Rain spoke up now. Maximillian turned his calm, cool gaze to the other agent.

"He thinks I'm here for money, while he's here to stop Vast Empire Navy Intelligence." Raivor smiled slightly at this,

"If not for credits.. then why are you here?"

"Scythe." The Arkanian's mouth set in a grim line. "He needs to be stopped. He's got an agent in the King's trust, somewhere."

"I know." Raivor stated simply. Rain shot him a curious glance, but remained silent. "The King's Emissary. I'm sure she'll be around soon enough.."

"How do you know?"

"I figured out she was an agent when we were attacked by New Republic forces just after meeting with her. The Troubadour was in-system when we met up on Abregado-Rae. It's too much of a coincidence." The Arkanian Captain nodded in acknowledgement.

"I don't know what your purpose is here and I don't particularly care. Given by your subordinate's candour, I can only guess that you're not who you say - no matter. I want Scythe stopped and so do you." Raivor shot a glance at Rain who remained with a sabaac-face, but was evidently regretting his question.

"And I'm in a position to help you." Raivor nodded slowly, "I'll be going on a trip to Krayitan soon. Accompany me, and we shall talk further."

Maximillian was silent, pondering this as his pale eyes flickered from one agent to the other, trying to fathom their level of honesty. Deciding that he would be safe enough, Max nodded. "As you wish, my lord."

"I'll contact you when we are leaving. Keep your things packed." Raivor directed. Maximillian bowed, before making his exit. Once the door was secured, Rain fixed him with an analytical gaze.

"Can we trust him?" Rain ventured.

"I don't know. We can certainly get rid of him in Krayitan if we can't." Raivor spoke quietly. Rain nodded, reasons for bringing the Arkanian on the Krayitan trip confirmed.

"I apologise." Rain said, "I spoke out of turn."

Rain was far more experienced than Raivor, so the latter would never assume he was better than the former. Even experienced agents slipped up and Rain acknowledged it.. That was enough to earn considerable respect in Raivor's eyes. "It was nothing major. It may well work in our favour, too," Raivor responded dismissively.

The other agent nodded again. "Agreed."

Raivor paced back over to the window, gazing out at the excellent view. "I'd pack your things if I were you. And be on your guard. With Scythe here, things just got a lot more tedious."

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Wordcount: 1,493

AAR: Raivor and Rain discuss Rain's real purpose here, as well as discovering a few things about the farmer, Yukat. Rain has started to develop a better knowledge of his surroundings, and has taken an interest in the history of Xaafir.. They get a surprise visit from Captain Tiberius Maximilian, and have a discussion with him about - funnily enough - their purpose here.
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March 14, 2013 9:50:28 PM    View the profile of Serpent 
Located along the equator of Xaafir, the Krayitan region was hot, dry, and utterly unwelcoming.  Pherik ‘Serpent’ Zail, still posing as the mercenary Dillon ‘Wrench’ Ruesay, but also answering to the VENI name of ‘Agent Rain’, observed the land shooting past below them.  The shuttle he sat in flew low to the ground as he and his fellows proceeded to their destination, and Zail got a good look at the terrain.

Russet-orange rock outcroppings rose from the desert like islands, and each of them were riddled with wind-eroded canyons and tunnels.  Some of the larger islands sported small village communities, but Rain could not imagine anyone eking a living out of so harsh an environment.  It was hard enough just looking at the land, for the sparkling yellow-white desert sands reflected the harsh daylight so brilliantly that he winced in pain merely to glance at it.  Zail found himself taking the ludicrous measure of donning thick shades simply to glance out the window.

They were travelling to meet the mysterious Yukat, a local with suspected ties to the pro-VE Vast Xaafirian movement.  Rain’s fellow VENI Agent, Raivor (known here as Lord Ripclaw) had revealed their Vast Empire allegiance to Yukat, and it seemed to have paid off.  Not only did Yukat not betray their secret (at least, not publically) but he had invited the VENI team to tour his home region, the cursed Krayitan desert.

Also present in the shuttle was the Arkanian Offshoot mercenary Captain Tiberius Maximilian.  The man had offered to join in Raivor’s plans as long as they included the demise of the Imperial turned Republic officer, Commander Vajk Scythe.  Obviously Rain and Raivor had not informed the man of their VENI allegiance, and Maximilian, still wary of his new allies, had brought along a handful of his own people as escort (read: bodyguards).

Zail wondered just how they would play Maximilian.  Getting the mercenary and his people to aid VENI and the Vast Xaafirians could be done without giving away their VE connections, but it would be tricky.  Would letting the merc Captain in on what was really going on be better?  It was a risk, but it might pay off.  Rain would have to talk to Raivor about the possibility later.

The rest of the cramped shuttle was filled with a mix of Raivor’s underlings from Daggerfall Castle (who, like Maximilian, were not privy to their leader’s VENI affiliations) and two of the Kodashi Vipers mercenaries, who themselves were undercover VE agents like Raivor and Rain.

So many different groups gathered together, mused Zail, some we are lying to, some we are being honest with.  The game grows more complicated by the moment, but then that’s exactly why I love this job!

The shuttle, an elongated craft that dated from before the Clone Wars, rose high over a rocky ridge and then dipped down into a gaping chasm beyond.  There, shielded from the fierce desert winds and shaded from the harsh sun, lay the principle city of the Krayitan region, Tafalaket.

From his recent study of this world, Zail knew that Tafalaket was a thriving hub of some 50,000 people, hardly a place of galactic importance but certainly massive for this lightly inhabited part of Xaafir.  However, it did not even look that big.  Buildings crowded the bottom of the chasm in weaving, irregular streets, and many more structures clung to the steep russet walls.  From this open area, tunnels stretched out in every direction, burrowing into the cool earth where the richer inhabitants maintained their homes.

Only a handful of landing pads were scattered around the settlement, and the shuttle came in towards one of the vacant ones.  Their ship’s pilot (one of Raivor’s VENI team posing as a Kodashi Viper) tried hailing for some sort of local flight control but there was none.  Instead he merely landed and hoped that that would be acceptable to whoever maintained the pad.

As it was, the owner of the landing site, plus a trio of security guards, were already making their way to shuttle as the ramp descended and the dozen or so passengers stepped out.  The leader of the approaching group, a rotund Xaafirian with truly jet black skin, glanced at Raivor, Rain and their companions.  The man ran a hand over his bald head and down his long white beard, not knowing what to make of the collection of mercenaries and warriors.

Probably thinking he should have brought along more than three guards, Zail thought.

“I am Sora Golosh, owner of this pad,” He said, gesturing to the bland concrete disc as if it was something to be proud of.  “You must pay me if you wish to use it!”

Raivor stepped forth, his Daggerfall guards in close step.  “I am Lord Ripclaw of Bryiesk,” He announced with practiced lordly arrogance.  “You will take a far more respectful tone when addressing me... if you know what’s good for you!”

Zail suppressed a grin as Sora Golosh fell to his knees and blurted out a long-winded apology.  Raivor seemed to know just how to play it, though, and continued to belittle the man for his less-than-welcoming greeting.  Maybe on other worlds what followed could be considered ‘over the top’, but by the time the ensuing three minute chat was over, Raivor had got Golosh to accept barely a fifth of his usual parking fee, and even throw in a free clean of the shuttle too!

They left the landing pad and emerged into the winding streets of Tafalaket.  The buildings here were mostly brown wood and red stone, all having a very rustic and natural feel.  Some were held together with liberal amounts of dark mud and sand, and whole rows of houses seemed to lean against each other and merge in strange and almost organic shapes.  The streets twisted and crossed with little thought to planning, and all was bathed in the dark of the canyon’s deep shadows, despite the clear blue sky visible overhead.  Zail had never been in a place quite like it.

“Where now, my Lord?” He asked Raivor, keeping in character with his cover identity.

“Well, Wrench,” Replied the other, also sticking to cover names, “As a Lord visiting another noble’s domain, I have an obligation to present myself to him.  I’ll go see Lord Hyrick Martell immediately,” He announced, “But no need for us all to go.  We have a contact to find too.”

“Yes,” Mused Captain Maximilian, “This ‘Yukat’ character you told me about.  You said he may be of use in dealing with Scythe but neglected to say how.”

By being an influential rebel leader and in league with Vast Empire Naval Intelligence, thought Rain, but we aren’t about to tell you that.  At least, not yet.

“I’d rather not say,” Raivor said to the mercenary diplomatically.  “Certainly not in the open.  For now I ask that you trust me just a little longer.”

“So be it,” Said the Arkanian.  “In that case I’ll take my people and go and find us an inn we can crash.  This Lord Martell may have guest rooms for a visiting noble like you, Lord Ripclaw, but my mercenaries are another matter.”

“I’ll go find Yukat then,” Said Rain as Maximilian and his people wandered off.  “I have the name of the tavern he said we could meet at.”

“No,” Said Raivor, holding the other VENI Agent back a moment.  “Take Wrarik and Izhin,” He said, glancing to Agents Vanquish and Claw, the other VENI people they had brought along.  “If I go to meet Martell it will have to be as Xaafirian Lord with Xaafirian people,” He explained, gesturing to his guards from Daggerfall Castle, “Not as a Kodashi Viper.  They’d be better off with you.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Said Rain, privately glad of the support.  Both Vanquish and Claw had been on Xaafir longer than he had, and though Tafalaket was also new to them they may still provide some insight into the locals that Zail lacked.

Tasks assigned and objectives clear, they went their separate ways.

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1338 words.  To be honest, when my mind hears ‘desert + sci-fi’ I go straight to Frank Herbet’s Dune rather than Tatooine.  So yeah, for the town of Tafalaket think Fremen Sietch.

After Action Report:  Four VENI Agents (including Rain and Raivor), plus four Xaafirian Daggerfall Castle guards, and four of their new mercenary allies (led by Captain Maximilian) arrive at Krayitan region.  They land in the capital, Tafalaket, and split up in three different directions.  Raivor goes to meet the local Lord, Hyrick Martell, and Rain goes to meet their local contact, Yukat.
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just right - and the challenge of matching your wits against a capable opponent." - Gilad Pellaeon
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
March 15, 2013 5:34:23 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Raivor watched his fellow agent go. Rain was competent - his high standing in Grey's eyes was a testament to that - and reliable for now, but could he really be trusted? Hawk didn't think so, though Raivor was not inclined to agree.. He'd known Serpent almost since he'd been recruited and, while fulfilling the role of VENI manipulator quite well, Raivor had come to regard him as a friend whom he could turn to if he was stuck or needed advice. Hawk thought that this might be clouding his judgement but Raivor again disagreed.. Whether or not Raivor was proved right, he had assigned Claw and Vanquish to keep an eye on him as much as to help him - though he sincerely hoped they were only required to do the latter and not the former. The last thing he wanted to do was hear whispers about Rain poking where he shouldn't..

Raivor's cloak billowed in the wind as the young Lord Ripclaw shielded his eyes from the sunlight. With his free hand that had been resting on a ceremonial sword, Raivor gestured at one of his guards. The man knew immediately what to do and brought Raivor his helmet. The agent sealed it and was immediately relieved with a soft wave of cool air-conditioning and an automatically darkening visor to shade his eyes from the sun. Turning to the Guard Lieutenant he'd brought with him, Raivor nodded subtly. The man understood the unspoken command and each of the guards fell into step behind their Lord. Opening a private comm channel to Rain, Raivor sealed off his external speakers so he could communicate in private.

"Ripclaw here. Use this channel to contact me. Keep me informed," While it was transmitted for Serpent, Claw and Vanquish could hear as well given their comm units.

"Acknowledged, sir." Rain responded, perfectly in character.

Raivor saw no need for further communication, so cut the transmission but left the channel open in case either of them needed to transmit again. This time, Lord Ripclaw opened a channel to his guards and the other team, this one purely in character but still with more than just a hint of truth in it. "Stay sharp. Making an enemy of Opfrey along with the presence of Scythe has made us much more of a target. There may be assassins working for Opfrey, Scythe or even Lord Martell.. We've yet to realise where his loyalties lie."

"Understood, my Lord." Came back the reply of the Lieutenant, "We'll be on the look out for anything odd."

Raivor nodded subtly as they walked along the dusty streets, cloak kicked up by the wind. He made quite an impressive figure in his armour, cloak, helmet and sword; many Xaafirians of Krayitan bowed to him as he passed, others still just stopped and stared. It was evident they did not often get visits like this.. By the way that the dwellings got less austere, gaudier, and larger as they went on, Raivor judged that they were going in the right direction. More and more tunnels branched off into the ground, the cool of beneath the surface as well as potential reservoirs of water stored therein a highly sought-after benefit of wealth in Krayitan's main city.

Finally, they reached a wider tunnel than any they'd seen before, flanked by a pair of turrets that looked slightly out of place. Those look almost Imperial, Raivor mused as they continued past the entrance's guardians. A contingent of men in sand-coloured uniforms approached them, the foremost of which had white epaulettes as some kind of rank insignia - an officer of Lord Martell's house guard, no doubt. Bowing deeply, the officer greeted the contigent from Bryiesk. "Lord Martell bids you welcome, and insists that you join him for dinner. Alas, he has been called away suddenly, and will not be back for several hours. May I lead you to guest quarters fitting for your lordship and his guards, and offer you cool refreshment?"

Behind his helmet, Raivor's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the fact that Martell was so coincidentally called away just as they arrived. He didn't reveal this unease though and simply nodded in acknowledgement. "If you'll follow me then, my Lord."

Raivor nodded once more, now on high alert.

---

The unease lingered in the leading VENI agent's mind as they waited for Martell to return. Eventually, the officer returned and with a false smile, invited Raivor to join Lord Martell for dinner. Led to a spacious lounge, Raivor found himself staring at the back of a small man who had the distinctive dark skin and silvery hair of the Xaafirians. His hair, though, was more of a grey colour - probably due to his time spent in the hot sun of Krayitan. "My Lord? Lord Ripclaw is here."

Martell turned and Raivor saw who he had come to see for the first time. Not overly small or large, Martell was an unimposing figure. His slim stature was evident in his somewhat gaunt cheeks and hollowed eyes with a surprisingly sharp gaze peering out at Raivor. From the moment he met those eyes onward, Raivor knew he would be a dangerous enemy if he so wished. An inclination of his head showed deference to the Lord of the Region he was in. "Thank you, Captain. You may leave us."

"My lord." The Captain bowed curtly and departed.

Martell approached Raivor, hand extended. "Pleased to finally meet the King's trusted head of security." Oh how many implications are in that statement.

Raivor did not voice his thoughts, though, instead smiling slowly and shaking the proffered hand. "The pleasure is mine, Lord Martell."

"Please, call me Hyrick Lord Ripclaw."

A slight nod from Raivor's end indicated his acceptance of the informality. "And call me Attila."

"Just so. I trust your journey was enjoyable?"

"Are long journeys ever enjoyable?" Raivor retorted humorously. Lord Martell rewarded him with a quiet chuckle.

"Perhaps not." The Xaafirian Lord gestured with his open palm at two armchairs, "Please, be seated."

The both of them proceeded to sit down and at the click of Hyrick's fingers, servants carrying a fine bottle of Correllian Whiskey entered, placing two glasses and the bottle down on the table in between them. Hyrick opened the bottle, pouring a nip for himself and Raivor, offering the latter the glass. "To the prospect of friendship."

Raivor half-smiled, thinking I didn't offer friendship. Don't get ahead of yourself, snake, but instead responding in words. "Indeed. To the prospect of friendship."

Both of them drank at the same time - an ancient Xaafirian tradition, to prevent poisoning - and Martell regarded the younger lord with a curious gaze. "I do assume you came here to form an alliance? Am I being too bold?"

Raivor took another sip of the fine whiskey, taking note of the bottle. It was not the sort of thing that got to Xaafir easily; import tax was huge to ensure that Xaafir did not receive much import at all. Something to do with keeping control of what the populace could get their hands on.. "You are, Lord Martell." Speaking dangerously, the Lord in charge of the King's security focused his questioning glare on the Lord of Krayitan. "I come at the behest of the King to ensure the region of Krayitan remains loyal to the Kingdom of Xaafir.."

"But of course it does," Martell nodded slowly, playful tone gone, but no menace in his voice, "have I given the King reason to think otherwise?"

At this Raivor was forced to cede a point to Martell, "No," he admitted, "not yet."

"The King expects to find something?"

"The King always keeps an open mind," Raivor answered tactfully.

"I see," murmured Martell. He kept a good sabaac face, but Raivor knew it was a sabaac face and that behind that face there were a dozen options running through his head.

"Indeed. So you won't mind terribly if I look around, will you?" Raivor's eyes scanned the room; he caught sight of a closet left ajar, but didn't let his gaze reveal what he'd seen.

"Not at all, my lord." Raivor nodded at the response and stood, walking over to the fireplace to seemingly look at the framed painting above it. What he had done in reality was bring himself level with the crack in the closet door and he now looked at it through the corner of his eye. It was something that made his heart beat faster and his breath catch in his throat. "Something you like?"

"Why yes.. this piece is wonderful. Positively controversial, Hyrick. A famous piece?" Raivor recovered easily.

"Uh.. no, actually. A local artist. My predecessor.." Martell responded uncertainly, surprised by the question about art. Yukat.

"I see. Tayuk the Humble, no?"

"You know your history for an outsider." Martell placed emphasis on the word outsider.

"I take my duties seriously," Raivor responded calmly.

"So it would seem," Martell murmured, almost inaudibly before raising his voice somewhat, "now, shall you join me for dinner?"

"No." Raivor answered, "No. I've seen enough. It seems the King was not wrong to replace Tayuk the Humble.. you seem set on serving him."

"I am." The Lord of Krayitan nodded. Hyrick had stood up by now and the two Lords faced each other.

"Well, Lord Martell, it's been an honour." Raivor told the other, tone respectful. "Important matters call me away now that my task here is complete."

"The honour has been mine, Lord Ripclaw."

---

Almost as soon as he got out of earshot of the Lord's palace, Raivor opened a channel to the other team. "We've got a problem."

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AAR: Raivor meets Lord Hyrick Martell, a slim and cunning man who he thinks is up to something. Once having enjoyed his hospitality of Lord Martell, he decides he's seen enough.. more than he lets on to the Lord of Krayitan.
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
March 20, 2013 10:24:45 AM    View the profile of Serpent 
The streets of Tafalaket were twisted and weaving, devoid of any sense that Agent Rain (Pherik ‘Serpent’ Zail) could see.  The earthy, natural architecture did have a certain charm, however, and he drank deep of the scent of the capital of the Krayitan region.  The aroma was a rich soup of burning sand, sweaty natives, unwashed pack animals, local cuisine, and a strange sweet-smelling incense that the locals burnt for good fortune.  In spite of himself, he was starting to oddly like the place.

At his side were Agents Vanquish and Claw, like he masquerading as mercenaries of the Kodashi Vipers.  Local Xaafirians, wrapped in billowing robes of creams and yellows, looked at the trio as they passed.  Off-worlders were hardly a common sight on Xaafir, even less so in the baking desserts of Krayitan.  What did they make of the VENI agents, Zail wondered?

Eventually, more by chance than any exact knowledge of where they were going, Rain and his party found a place called the The Noonday Sigh.  Like most of the ramshackle buildings in the area, it was a slanted construct of wood, overlaid with thick helpings of sun-dried sandy mud.  Here and there the mud was worn away, revealing the rotted woodwork beneath, and Zail thought it a miracle that the three story structure stayed standing.

The tattered sign over the doorway probably indicated the place to be a tavern, but Rain only knew that from the information given him by his contact.  The local written language of Xaafir was beyond his comprehension, and few places in the city of Tafalaket seemed to use Aurebesh.

He led the way inside, the other two agents close behind, and entered a bar area a lot larger than the narrow street-facing facade indicated.  The room was dark, doubly so after the harsh dessert sunlight outside, and vision was made worse by the smoke that hung in the air.  A small bar was located off to Zail’s left, and stretching before him were several rows of tables crammed into quiet private booths along the walls.  Not all of the tables were occupied, and it seemed to be a quiet afternoon at the establishment.  It was therefore quite noticeable when several of those present turned to regard the new arrivals.  All were local Xaafirians, dressed in the traditional flowing cloaks of Krayitan, and several were puffing at elaborate white and crimson hookahs, which were no doubt the cause of the smoky atmosphere.

Rain took a second to get adjusted to the gloom, and searched the room with his eyes.  His gaze fell on a small booth towards the back of the room, where a single man sat alone.  The Xaafirian pulled down the robes covering his face, and revealed aged but aristocratic features that Zail recognised.  Without hesitation he made to go to the man.

Sliding into the booth opposite the Xaafirian (leaving his two fellow agents to take a vacant booth adjacent), Rain began.  “Greetings, Yukat.  We have come as requested,” He said, keeping his voice low and leaning close in as he spoke.

“You have,” Nodded the old but vital man, speaking in the same quiet tone, “But I do not see Lord Ripclaw.”

“Detained by the duties of his station,” Replied Zail smoothly.  “However, I am fully able to speak for him and our... mutual allies,” He added, not wanting to say the words ‘Vast Empire’ out loud, even in a whisper.

“In that case we can continue,” Said Yukat.  “I have asked you here for a tour of this region, one that I know quite well.”

“For you used to be its Lord?” Asked Rain, voicing the theory that he and Raivor had previously discussed.

The old Xaafirian did not even try to deny it.  “Just so.  And yes, I am actively involved in bringing down the man who replaced me as ruler of this region.  You can judge for yourself whether I do this out a need for vengeance or out of duty to my homeland, I shall not waste my breath trying to sway you.  History can judge me and the Vast Xaafirians for our actions, and attribute whatever motivations future scholars choose to lay at our feet.”

Zail nodded.  It was a delicate position that Yukat was in, and he could readily appreciate that many would accuse him simply of using the Vast Xaafirian movement as a way to reclaim his lost power.  Somehow, though, Rain did not think that that was the man’s true motivation.

“I will not judge,” Said Zail simply, “If you can help then we shall work with you.  Please, tell us what you need.”

“We have reason to suspect that Lord Martell has done a deal with the Empire,” Said the old Xaafirian.  “A bold move, and foolish considering that King Nero currently favours the Republic.  However, the Vast Xaafirians see this as an opportunity.”

“Go on,” Urged Rain.

“We can expose Lord Martell to the King, toppling him, and then we can put one of our own into his place,” Said Yukat, making it sound easy.  “Our intelligence indicates that Martell’s supporters in Krayitan are more anti-Republic than they are pro-Empire.  We can manipulate that towards support for the Vast Empire instead, but only once Martell is out of the picture.”

“One of your own?” Mused Zail.  “You mean like you?”

The older man shook his head.  “No.  The King would not accept me back, and it would look suspicious to many of Martell’s supporters if the offer to have them change sides came from me.  I have several young protégés in the Vast Xaafirian movement who I have been grooming for political leadership, it will have to be one of them.  But first we must expose Martell.”

“This is what you need my mercenaries for,” Said Rain, and both of them knew that by ‘mercenaries’ he meant VENI.

“Exactly.  I invited you here for a tour of the region, and that is exactly what I am going to give you,” Said Yukat.  “Our route will take us to several outlying villages, very rustic and isolated.  Alas, this ‘tour’ will take us close to a quiet rocky plateau that has been mysteriously kept off the official maps and seems, at a distance, to have Lord Martell’s guards patrolling it.”

Zail smiled.  “And if my associates and I should... leave the tour and wander off?  Maybe investigate this strange plateau?”

“As a loyal citizen of Krayitan I would try to stop you, of course,” Said Yukat with a smile, “But I fear that strong mercs like yourselves would easily overcome such a weak old man as myself.”

Rain understood the game at once.  “My friends and I will be ready to go first thing tomorrow, at 0800 hours.”

“I shall meet you at your shuttle then,” Said Yukat, “And we will depart for our tour.”

-----

As soon as the VENI agents left The Noonday Sigh, Zail was on his comlink to agent Raivor who, as Lord Ripclaw of Bryiesk, had been meeting with Lord Martell.  They arranged to meet in public, on the streets of Tafalaket, and conversed in low voices as they walked towards the inn that their ally, Captain Maximilian, had procured for their use that night.

“Martell has been got to,” Said Riavor quickly.  “The Empire.”

“That matches with what Yukat told me,” Replied Rain.  “He wants to show us something, a secure place that Martell is keeping hidden.”

“An Imperial base?” Suggested the Lord.

“Possibly,” Said Zail, having been thinking the same thing.  “Whatever it is, we need to have a look at it.  Yukat thinks that there may be a way to bring down Martell and get a Vast Xaafirian in control of this region instead.  Whatever Martell is hiding at that location could be the key.”

“Sounds good,” Said Raivor.  “Anything else?”

“Yes,” Said the other agent, frowning.  “Now we are truly helping the Vast Xaafirians, exactly how are we going to keep the other mercenaries in the dark?” He asked, “If at all?”

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After Action Report:  Agent Rain (Pherik ‘Serpent’ Zail) makes contact with the Vast Xaafirian, Yukat.  He promises to show the VENI agents a place being hidden by the local ruler, Lord Martell.  Rain agrees to take his people and check it out.  Zail then meets up with Raivor and related the plan.  He also asks how they are going to keep their friendship with the Vast Xaafirians secret from their new allies, Captain Maximilian and his mercenaries.
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  RE: VENI: Snake Pit
October 26, 2013 11:01:04 AM    View the profile of Raivor 
Raivor considered the question carefully. It was well put by his counterpart - but he did have a plan, although he had not expected the question itself. "As he stated himself," he began, "Maximilian is here for Scythe. Scythe betrayed everything Maximilian served by turning over the New Republic and that's something the Arkanian still holds quite close to him. Not only the betrayal, but the inhumanity of it.. Scythe is a sworn enemy of the Vast Empire. He's a sworn enemy of anyone who doesn't condone his illegitimate affairs wherever he now has his laboratory."

"Meaning?" Rain quizzed in response.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Rain," he replied softly, "I don't think Maximilian is ready just yet to realise that we're not working for Nero. We can pass this off as an investigation mission for the King, though we'll have to clue Yukat in. We go in with a few of his men to investigate this secret retreat Martell holds, pull a datafile or two that proves Martell's guilt, then leave."

"How do we convince him to help us in the first place?" Another question. Raivor eyed him for a moment, pausing now that they were a hundred feet or so from their target.

"We don't need his help, strictly speaking. With yourself and our team, as well as the Bryiesk men, the mission should be easy. Yet with him there it would greatly increase his trust in us - especially if it helped ingratiate him in the King's graces, no?"

"Ah," Rain answered, "understood."

Raivor nodded slowly, "what time did you tell Yukat?"

"0800." At the utterance, Raivor's brows rose.

"A daytime infiltration," he murmured. A small shake of his head followed the words, before he turned and began moving again, "very well."

Rain didn't respond, nor did the rest of their entourage make any noise as they made for the final distance to the inn. Raivor was not terribly encouraged by Rain's choice of timeframe, but he adapted. That was why he held the callsign he did. Two of the Bryiesk men rushed ahead of him to push open the double doors of the inn. It was darker inside, allowing him to remove his helmet without feeling uncomfortable. His eyes traversed the interior of the room, emerald brilliance glittering in the feint light. The air was dusty, not overly so but enough to make it feel.. natural, he supposed. Despite the dustiness, it tasted a modicum better than the air on their shuttle. The inn was empty except for the men Maximilian had brought and the Captain himself.

"Ah, Lord Ripclaw." Maximilian intoned as he stood with a small smile, "I trust your day was productive?"

"It was." He answered calmly, "and your own? This looks like quite a place."

"The same. Yes, I hired all of the rooms out and told the staff to take a night off. There's pre-made rations in the kitchen as well as several top-shelf alcoholic beverages and whatever consumables you might need. I told the owner we'd reimburse him whatever we used." Maximilian seemed to be at ease, comfortable in the environment.. And he certainly had found a good place. It was spacious enough to hold all the men he had brought with him, which implied there were enough rooms.

"You seem to have done this before, Captain," Raivor nodded appreciatively, "is there a sitting room with decent privacy?"

"Through here," Max inclined his head and gestured backward. Raivor nodded to Rain and followed the man deeper, down three flights of steps to a well lit, pleasant smelling sitting room with a door and some chairs around a fireplace. It was lavishly decorated with a few bottles of Xaafirian wine and liquor sitting on a sidetable, matching glasses not far away.

"Take a seat, Captain." He glanced over his shoulder to where Claw and Vanquish stood, "Izhin, Wrarik, seal the door and ensure we're left alone."

They did as asked, with Wrench standing just inside the room. "Wrench, have a seat," Raivor - Ripclaw - indicated a seat adjacent the Captain, whilst making his way over to the sidetable. He poured three glasses from a nice-looking bottle of whiskey, handing one to Rain and one to Maximilian, before taking a seat opposite the Captain. "Alright. We now know Martell is in league with the Imperial Remnant... as a way to weaken the King and thereby Scythe's contact in court, we'll expose Martell as a traitor."

Maximilian eyed him bemusedly. Rain too was watching him curiously, though he didn't speak, "how exactly is revealing a traitor weakening the King?"

"Martell is an ardent supporter of Nero. He may wish to sway the king toward supporting the Remnant, but at the end of the day he'd rather support Nero in joining the NR than say, rebelling." Raivor cleared his throat, "in addition to which, our local contact we told you about is a leader of the rebel forces. He can put in place an allied Lord as Martell's successor, which then brings more anti-republic support to our side. An entire region's worth."

"I see. How do you intend to prove it, then?"

Raivor glanced to Rain and nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey to indicate the other man should speak. "Yukat's located what might be an Imperial base nearby. We get in, download the files necessary, then get out. Present it to the King and there you have it, Martell's dead and his replacement is selected. Before you know it you have a few hundred thousand Xaafirians behind the anti-republic movement - openly. Not to mention the Xaafirian rebels working behind the scenes." Rain tactfully avoided mentioning the prefix usually added to the Rebel cause - 'vast'.

"And how does this involve me?" Maximilian asked both men. Raivor spoke again this time, placing down his drink.

"We don't need your help, per se. However.. it would ingratiate you further into the King's graces if you helped bring down a traitor, working with the King's head of security in the process. More leverage against Scythe, too." The young Lord of Bryiesk responded. Maximilian nodded slowly in realisation.

"Alright, I'm in. When do we do it?"

"Tomorrow morning," with that  glance was shot at Rain, "we'll have to travel by shuttle. We go in low, find a safe LZ and keep the shuttle parked there until we evac."

"Excellent. Well, gentlemen," Maximilian raised his glass and smiled. Raivor's inner warnings tried to prod at his mind. There was something he didn't like about that smile, "to Scythe, and may he die expeditiously."

Raivor and Rain both joined him in the toast and Raivor buried his disquiet for the time being.

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AAR: Rain and Raivor meet again with Captain Maximilian and explain their plan. Tomorrow they move in to secure incriminating evidence against Lord Martell.
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