OOC:

Okay you lot. The Phases are there for you to use a guidelines if you think its time to move th story. Give everyone a chance to follow it. And really, it just a guideline, you can add your own little side plots as well, one of the hostages is the best friend of your character, whatever. Feel free to add in some strategy of your behalf as well, just don't go overboard.

OOC:

Phase 1:
*Receive mission objective
*Preparations for mission
*Board shuttle

Phase 2:
*Reach drop-off point
*Recon area around house and area
* Gather information on suspected captors and captives

Phase 3
*Decide on entry technique(airshafts or kicking down the door:P)
*Infiltrate
*Clear house out without any civilians dying
*Capture criminals dead or alive

OOC:

Mission:
Planet: Tadath

City:  Mekmin
Location of objective: Outskirts of Mekmin

Situation:
Retired Colonel taken hostage along with family in house.
Motives: Unknown

Equipment:
*Blaster pistols of choice.
*Flash Grenades
*Melee weaponry

“Right, it’s skin ID-ed, here’s some override authorization codes and whatnot else,”
Aeos nodded dumbly as the technician loaded the data to her datapad.

Weird

The technician smiled and saluted before he made off to another work station for duty leaving the blue-eyed female alone in the corridor.

“So weird…” she whispered almost inaudibly her hand reaching out to the small mechanism protruding from the wall. It glowed softly, throwing a blue hue across her fingers tips while scanning the microscopic skin patterns

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“Settled in Chief?”
“You could say that,” Aeos muttered grining ear to ear as Zafo picked his way across the floor already littered with papers and boxes that still needed to be moved.

“So what up?”  he asked while he dropped to his chair, propping his boots on her desk.  Aeos only sighed as she rapped the tips of the one boot with her pen before returning to her paperwork.
“I think we’ve got a mission, now” Aeos muttered as her Comlink vibrated followed by two sharp chimes.

“That will be Riqimo,”
“What up Boss?”
“Hostage sitch in the city, currently you’re only ones near enough to be off assistance, want it?”
“There’s a reason why recon stands next to our name boss, but sure, yeah, we’ll deal with the locals,”

Aeos sighed and leaned back into her chair.
“Wanted something more serious?”
“More action driven, you know how boring the office work is?”

Another chime sounded through the air, this time on her datapad, Riqimo had passed the necessary information over.

“At least we’ve got some new blood in as well,” Zafo muttered as he took the initiate to send out an alarm to the rest of the Jesters on their wristcoms.

“Yup, trained by me, now we’l l see what sort of trainer I am,” Aeos replied as she bolted from her chair to join Zafo who was already in the process of leaving the room in order to prepare.

Doriana awoke with a start, only to realize the comm was going off, The chiming noise she heard meant the higher ups had sent a message to them. She got up, took a shower, dressed and then reached for the comm. only to see the message upon it. She furrowed her brows and read the message. The blaster was put into her holster after she took the saftey off and set it next to her alarm which was very loud indeed.

The alarm had not woken her however, the comm did! She got into the elevator and hit the down button which led to the ground floor of the base where she was. On her way to the shuttles she spots another member of Jester, who was named Jinx and waved.

“Slow, slow, slow, pick it up!”
Aeos sighed as she stared at the slow-pacing Jesters disappointedly.
This was not even a real mission.

She sighed; she’d hate it if this lack of speed was due to her.
“You there, Private, “  Aeos gestured the one female recruit to report to her presence.
“Private Doriana Sergeant,”
“Right, you get your fellow privates and load the equipment, -“
Her glance caught Decembrist whistling as he boarded the ship, bottle and rifle both clutched miraculously in the same hand.
“Decembrist, you can help as well, and get rid of that rifle” she pointed sharply to the three crates filled to the brim with their mission equipment.

It was a full five minutes later, and Aeos venting with frustration.
‘Can you believe it!” she growled to Zafo, storming past him in his seat on the LAATI.
“What’s wrong?” he inquired after her.
“No available pilot,” she muttered strapping herself in the driver’s seat.
“Oh shit,” was all Decembrist mumbled when Aeos ignited the engines.

Another thirty minutes later, and the Decembrist fell face first out of the vehicle, kissing the ground while attempting to keep his stomach at bay.
“Aeos, next…time-I’ll drive,” Zafo murmured weakly while picking a pistol from the crate as he moved along in the small queue.  Aeos grinned sheepishly at Zafo as she pulled her helmet across her face.
“I’ll try and remember that Zee,” 
Her voice changed electronically as it changed over to the radio.
“Right, Jinx partner with me, Zafo, Bathler you two partners, Dori, Decembrist you two will stay stationed outside and keep the house in check at all times. Let’s recon the area and the house’s surroundings before breaking entry. Move out,” Aeos briefed, standing in the doorway of the LAATI, one hand resting on the hip, the other leaning against the vehicle frame.  She lithely hopped to the ground ignoring the available small ladder protruding at the side and glanced at the house.  The area has been cleared of local security as she requested earlier, and right now it was only them, the captors and captives.

It was already late in the afternoon, and the sun was dipping low behind a sea of clouds. The house was medium sized, small for the rich area in which the Jesters found themselves however, yet the garden was humongous with space for two of the Colonel’s house.  The backyard of the mansion was fenced with a beautiful marble type of tile though offering no security at keeping people in or out.

“Right, recon people, move it,” Aeos whispered feeling obliged to keep the silence to a minimum.

She stood there silently in the gardens not making a noise What to do what to do? She though to herself, one little mistake could cost her a limb or her life if she ever missteped. She stepped towards the other side of the house and stood there staring at the window, None were home it looked like, but looks could be decieving.

“Aeos’ eyes narrowed, but never did they flinch as the colonel slumped down into his chair. She ducked out of sight when whoever disposed of the colonel neared the window and took another deep breath from his cigar. He was talking, but the glass was clearly of good quality as no sound relied back at her or Jinx.
“We really should’ve loaded more equipment,” Jinx muttered softly before biting his fangs down on his lip.  They huddled together behind the big shrubbery clouding the window’s view partially.
“No time to complain, we’ve got a dead colonel, and we’re dealing with a bunch that is professional with this,”  she added with a worrying frown etching to her forehead.  She holstered her pistol back at her hip, and glanced at Jinx’s shadowed helmet before reaching for her Wrist-Link. \
“Guys, hold your positions, stake-out till I call it otherwise, “
She heard Decem groan lightly at this across the link. She grinned and shook her head. Just as she cut the connection, another vibrated its way to her nerves.  She took a quick glance at the window, and back at the HUD screen of her wristcom.  HQ

Mere minutes later, and Aeos found herself leopard-crawling across the yard to the road, and beyond. Groaning and mumbling and growling as she made her way about.  A certain Private Verkur has recently been placed a few short hours ago in Jesters, and already he was insisting at joining them in them in the field.  He’s name did sound familiar.
“Must’ve been one my Hellgate Squadies at one point,” she muttered to herself while pushing long green grass lashes away from eachother. Dim lights shone on her as a two seater speeder came to an slow halt. It’s engine barely idling at the attempt of keeping the silence.
Someone’s dark silhouette hopped of the speeder, and crouched to the ground before proceeding to crawl towards her.
“Private Verkur, reporting for dut-“
“Shhh”  she held up an hand, her head whipped around.
Another shuttle vehicle as stopped in front of the house, expertly her hand flew to the small pouch of her utility belt. She threw at the vehicle with a mighty swing, seeing as how it was mere yards away. Luckily the driver of the speeder, who dropped her newest Jester off, had the brains to dull out his lights.

The front door of the house opened, and light flooded the garden and porch. Praying no one was in sight Aeos watched as the man what she assumed to be the leader, leave with a content expression on his face.
“Jinx, get your ass over here,”
“Right Chief,” he muttered back at her.
The enemy vehicle pulled away slowly, crunching the small pebbles on the road.
“
“You,” she pointed at the pilot of the speeder,
“Uh…yes ma’am?” he answered back questioningly.
“Get off the speeder, I’m using it,” she states getting up, she grabbed verkur by the little collar material his armour provided and pulled him up to his feet.  The pilot meanwhile wasted no time in getting off. Jinx was at her side as well a few minutes later.

“You threw a tracking device at them, didn’t you?” Zafo’s voice crackled at her on the Comm.
“Yep, wrap this up here at the mansion if you can, I’m taking the recruit and Jinx with me as back-up” she relied back.
“Gotcha,”
They cut the open connection and Aeos threw Jinx the small compact datapad she carried with her.
“Research the area where we’re heading, I’m driving, and Verkur, you’ll be clinging yourself somewhere on the speeder,”  Aeos ordered sharply.

“Oh…I would’ve thought you’d at least be briefed, hostage sitch, and I don’t know who we are following or why,”  Aeos relied back, while keeping her armored fingers curled tightly around the handles of the speeder.  She kept lights of the vehicle dulled, while keeping a good distance away from the shuttle.

“Jinx, anything interesting yet?” she asked at zabrak, who was still muddling around with the map.
“Nothing yet Ma- woah! Watch it,” he muttered as she swerved sharply to the left. Verkur was at the back, holding on for dear life. Comfortably, two people would be able to be seated on this model speeder, it didn’t mean three won’t fit; the comfortable complex however will disappear.
She dared to take her hand of the one handle while setting her Com-Link to Zafo’s port. 
“Zafo, status report,”
“Took down one door guard at the back, unconscious and secured, need to move in quickly now, someone’s gonna miss him and report,”
“You do that, we’re still on the road,” she replied ignoring the static fuzziness that came through every once in awhile.
“Good, keep it safe,” Zafo replied back, Aeos grunted something back at him before cutting the link.
“Jinx?” 
“Mangol Prison Facility is all I get on this area, then plain residential housing for the prison keepers-“
“Shit…I wonder”
She brought the speeder to a halt.  Verkur fell facedown to the tar, gladl as the ride stopped.
“Should we alert the authorities? “  Verkur composed himself and picked himself up from the ground.
“Yes, I think so, but this is a sensitive balance act, if the driver upfront get wind of us, the colonel’s family might not make it,  what do you propose Jinx?”
Aeos glanced at him,
“Jam their communications, the second before they are arrested,” the trooper replied back thoughtfully.
“Sounds good, get on contact with Mangol, and warn them, tell them to jam the all Comms around the vehicle, we’ll keep following in case there’s a change in scenario,”  Aeos muttered, swinging a leg back over the leather seat of the speeder. Verkur groaned while Jinx only chuckled as he prepared his WristComm for contact with the Mangol Facility.

OOC:

Right, this will be a short post, written do some simple damage report *glares at Riqimo*
http://www.vastempire.com/main/ref/systems/sys/rheagent/

Sorry guys, Riq was referring to mangol the asteroid planet thingie. I didn't edit anything, hope you lot understands where I am heading with this,

“What on Lopen…”
The shuttle was changing direction, heading east from its original path.
“Watch it Aeos!”
She brought the speeder to a skiing halt, and whipped her head around to face the two men. She took off her helmet.
“Jinx, what lies east on the map that should be significant?, ASAP,” she ordered crisply.
Jinx’s fingers fumbled about as it flicked across the datapad.
“Only a space hangar…”  he answered after a while.

Aeos allowed her thoughts to turns around for a bit.
“Jinx…that vehicle’s comms isn’t jammed anymore, they’ve long since escaped the prison’s range, contact the hangar, and give them the same warning, ordered for an immediate arrest,”
“What’s going on?” Verkur asked, frowning.
“We still don’t know why those men left the house, but my head drifts about the Mangol-“
“But they just left the road leading to Mangol,” Jinx interjected.
“Yes, but there is another Mangol…” Aeos muttered, turning her head upwards, staring at the starry sky.

"On it" Jinx quickly replied.  He raised his wrist slightly and began to search for the hangar's code.  He found it quickly as it was a common one used by many other hangars in the empire.  He clicked his wrist comm and began to speak when he heard Verkur talk about his past.

He listened only for a second as he had to get this call in to the hangar.  "This is Lance Corporal Jinx of the Vast Empire.  There is a shuttle headed your way.  They are to be detained immediately and under no circumstances allowed to leave this planet."  He said with a quick commanding tone.  "Lance Corporal Jinx, this is Local Hangar 107 Delta, message received and dispatching security teams now.  Hangar 107 Delta out."

Jinx sighed slightly, "hangar has their order and is dispatching their security teams but I think we better still get there and fast.  No telling how well trained the security will be and if they can handle this without us."  Jinx paused, "and I haven't had the chance to use my new pistol either" he chuckled.

Aeos’ eyes narrowed.
Did he dare?...
“Trooper, step down from that speeder,”
Verkur’s helmeted face looked at her in what Aeos could only assume was a confused expression.
“But-“ he cut back.
“That’s an order, now calm down,” she muttered, keeping her voice level controlled.
“But, he’s-“
“I have a good idea of what that thing is capable off, but us…heading to Mangol? Out of the question,” she snapped.
“Aeos..we have…” Jinx started, but he dropped the discussion as Aeos looked at him warily.
“I’m not going to chase after some guy when my mission objective is the opposite direction, but hold on…”
She sighed, and brought her WristCom to mouth level. She tuned the volume, adjusting it louder, enabling it for both Verkur and Jinx to hear.  For a moment, they only waited as her Comm attempted clear connection.
“Gunny Dryk’y?”
“Yep, that’s him,”
“Squad status,” she asked sharply.
“One week since that business in Coruscant, please gimme something to do, bin sittin on my ass for six days, “  he muttered, his rough and gruff corellian accent shining brightly through to their ears.
“No time for jokes Gunny, get your squad ready, head to Mangol, the asteroid ASAP and intercept enemy force if they manage to get past the base hangar on Tadath. We suspect they’re heading to the prison facility there, request security leashes on inmate Sai’kon. ID number: Unknown. Out”
“Copy that Sarge,” he replied cutting the link. Aeos disconnected her wristcom from the HQ base line before ruffling a hand through her hair.
“Right, that’s settled…Private next time,  you suggest the course of action, allow me to think about it… Now get off that front seat, we’re heading back to the mission objective, I haven’t heard from Zafo in a bit and it worries me, so I won’t let this compromise our miussion. This one is out of our hands, and quite frankly….there’s thousands like him in this galaxy alone, there will always be the likes of Sai’kon everywhere,”

The first goonie went down with little trouble. A quick rifle whack to the back of the head had his face on the cold tile floor in no time.

"Secure him so he's still around when we come back for him."

Bathlar nodded as he pulled a pair of restraints from his belt. He bound the guard to a radiator on the other side of the small room.

"We gotta get moving." Zafo stated as soon as the guard was secure.
"As soon as they find out something is up with him, they'll get antsy and might do something stupid. I plan on bringing the Colonel's family out of this alive."

"There is a staircase right over there," Bathlar motioned just outside of the room. "I know it might not be standard protocol, but I think splitting up would be a good idea. Like you said, we don't know how much time we have."

"If you think you can hold your own, fine by me." Zafo replied casually. "I'll take upstairs, you sweep downstairs. There should be another staircase on the other side of the house. Work your way up once you are absolutely sure the downstairs is clear. Keep your comm open in case of emergency."

"Ill see you later then." Bathlar replied before slithering his way around a corner and out of sight.

"Good Kid... maybe a little over confident though..."

Zafo holstered his rifle and drew out his pistol. Lighter and more accurate, it was much better suited for stalking his way through a house with an unknown number of foes. He bit his lip as he took the first step up the staircase. He released the pressure when the stair emitted no creaking.

Once atop the staircase, he paused and listened. A television could be faintly be heard, muffled by several walls, no doubt.

"I said, take it off."

The voice was much louder and clearer than the background sounds of the entertainment box. It was followed by laughter of three, maybe four individuals.

"No."

The reply was barely audible in comparison to the power of the first voice. The pitch was also much higher.

"Scream, and your life is over."

The order was followed by an audible thump. By now, Zafo had crept along the hallway and had found the source of the commotion. All that separated them was a cheap wooden door.

"Now, I'm going to ask you one more time... or I'll do it myself."

"No."

"So be it."

That was Zafo's cue to intervene. From the sound of things, all instigators were in the same corner of the room. Two solid steps, rise and fall of Zafo's leg and the door went crashing to the floor. Much used to the intensity of live combat, Zafo scanned the room in a split second. As he predicted, all four men were in the same corner. Three were sitting on a couch, while the fourth was advancing on a beautiful woman, no doubt the Colonel's wife.

The first shot flew from Zafo's pistol into the chest of one of the men on the couch, the only one with his weapon already drawn. The rifle went falling from his hands as he slipped into unconsciousness. The second shot would have gone to the man advancing on the Colonel's wife, had she not shattered a decorative plate over his head. While he recovered from the shock, Zafo dropped the other two men, who were both scrambling for the weapon of their fallen comrade.

"Amateurs."

The woman already had another plate in her hand, ready to send it flying into her assaulter's head once again. The man simply fell to his knees and raised his arms.

"Please!" He begged, "Spare me!"

The woman looked over to Zafo, who had his pistol drawn on the man as well. He smiled and nodded and the plate fragments went flying around the room as the captor went face-crashing into the floor.

"Your son and daughter, where are they!" Zafo demanded immediately. Finding and securing them was now crucial.

The woman just stood and stared at Zafo in shock. Her gaze shifted from him, to the three dead men slumped over and around her couch, to the unconscious man at her feet. Her face was pale and her eyes horror-struck.

"Ma'am, I need to now right now! You think nobody heard what just happened?"

Her face quickly shifted from a ghostly white to a very ugly green.

"They... they are being held in the cellar downstairs... they... they..."

Already, Zafo had his comlink in his hand.

"Bathlar, this is an emergency, report."

"...This is Bath, I thought I heard something going down upstairs. I was just doing a double sweep of the downstairs, there is nobody here.

"I got into a little mess... I have the Colonel's wife secured and four hostiles down. Did you check the cellar?" Zafo snapped quickly.

"No...didnt see any reason anyone would be down there." Bathlar replied, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"Well there is, the Colonel's son and daughter are apparently being held down there."

"Oh shit. I'm on it." There was a noticeable concern in his voice. Then silence.

Zafo turned his gaze over to the woman who was no sitting on the floor, completely panic struck.

"I have a man downstairs who is going to do his best. These men are fairly sloppy at what they do, everything should be okay. Are there any other men upstairs?"

The woman swallowed hard before attempting to answer.
"I... I don't think so. I mean... the one on the floor here, who isnt dead said he was going to round everybody from the upstairs so that they could have..."

"Okay, I'm going to do a quick sweep to double check, then I'll be right back."

Zafo cuffed the unconscious man to yet another radiator. He grabbed the rifle two of the men died fighting over and handed it to the Colonel's wife.

"Easy to use," Zafo said, flicking a few switches and adjusting some knobs. "If anyone but myself comes in, point it at them and pull the trigger."

Zafo quickly but cautiously made his way through every room of the entire upstairs. The room with the Colonel's limp, lifeless body was quite an unpleasant sight.

"I wonder if his wife knows."

Zafo began to grow concerned with the absence of news from Bathlar. As if answering his worries, his comlink crackled to life.

"Zafo, the two kids are safe. I have two baddies dead. The boy's wrist is probably broken, and they both need to be treated for shock...but apart from that..."

"Excellent," Zafo replied with a sigh of relief "Bring 'em up here and I'll contact Aeos."

"I dunno about that." Bathlar answered with a cough. "I got hit pretty bad in the leg, I can't get up... I've also got a cut in my arm bleeding slightly more than I'd like it to.

"Shit." Zafo answered. "I'm going to contact Aeos and call to get you help. Send the kids upstairs, the house is clear now. Hang in there."

"Gotcha." Bathlar answered faintly.

"Aeos, Zafo here. The house is secure. We have a total of five dead and two unconscious and secured. The wife and children are fine, but will need to be treated for shock. Bathlar got into some trouble while trying to save the kids, so I'm going to call for medical assistance. He should be able to hang in until then."

"Glad to hear the family is safe. Try and help Bathlar out if you can until the medics arrive. " Aeos replied, somewhat stressed. It seemed they were still in action. "I'll get back to you shortly, we are still busy. Hang tight."