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Page 3 of 3 - Imperial Flags Raised; Galactic Empire Dominion of the Felacat Sector. posted in Star Wars: Open Role-Playing: Koda Fett Felacat He hunted a Rebel, and that Rebel had been found. They couldve sent someone more inconspicuous, for an underground organisation that werent entirely subtle now were they? Facial recognition pinged, at least it did on Fetts sensors.
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Koda FettFelacatHe hunted a Rebel, and that Rebel had been found. They could've sent someone more inconspicuous, for an underground organisation that weren't entirely subtle now were they? Facial recognition pinged, at least it did on Fett's sensors. A little gift from the Empire for his services, one he would gladly accept.
This man was tanned, stubble and appeared as he was from a desert planet - hardly Imperial or Felacat Nobility. Fett moved in to intercept.The Rebel cautiously glanced about, his eyes shifting after catching a glimpse of the infamous Bounty Hunter, especially known for hunting down Rebel Personnel that had proved to be a thorn in the side of the Empire, fortunately for him he hadn't made a name for himself yet - maybe that's why they sent him instead of someone notable. Either it, it was about to end all the same. The Bounty Hunter gave a shrill, sharp whistle to the Storm Troopers on his left, as they looked towards him he gave a nod in the direction of the Rebel. He paused, and grimaced.
The Storm Troopers moved towards him with Blasters raised, 'You, stop right there!' One yelled out, causing many of the incoming patrons to freeze and direct their attention towards the commotion.This Rebel turned, sprinting away as the Storm Troopers pursued. They'd catch him soon enough, Koda remained where he was. Minutes had passed and over Imperial Comms all he heard was, 'We've captured the Rebel.'
After that he tuned out for the time being, but Fett's holocommunicator began buzzing on his hip. The Bounty Hunter would reach behind him with his free hand and pull it out in front of him, a projection of that same Lieutenant was present. Internally, Fett sighed, rolled his eyes and formed a scowl. 'If you would, please take this call somewhere.
The call was terminated, and Fett wandered off the property to which he would then begin calling the Lieutenant, 'Splendid. Now that you've caught your quarry, I ask something else of you.' The Lieutenant was dancing around it as if it were a game, something Fett despised in conversation. 'Spit it out.' The man abruptly replied. The Imperial cleared his throat, 'The Felacatian Duke isn't entirely on board with an Imperial Alliance, we fear he may tip the odds in his favor and run us off.
Here are his coordinates.' Shortly afterwards a list of coordinates had been uploaded to Fett's database aboard the Concord Spear. The Imperials trusted Fett, they had no reason not to. So much so they entrusted him to get it done with no real intel. He was going in blind, as per usual.-The Concord Spear set down within a jungle clearing, if anything were beneath it, it was no doubt blown away by the immense force the engines provided.
The ramp lowered itself down, planting in the mud that would no doubt have to be cleaned sooner or later. Aboard the Bounty Hunter's Vessel was of course the Bounty Hunter himself, he finished grabbing his required tools of the trade and stepped outside.
Over one shoulder was a slung sniper rifle, and in his hands were an EE-3, gripped cautiously, the wildlife was known to be deadly. After all, the sentients themselves were beasts.Through the mud Fett waded, must've been heavy rain recently.
He came out of it soon, but his armor was now stained by the liquidy solid. The night sky and jungle canopy provided enough protection from the watchful eyes of the Felacat Royal Guards. The only problem he faced right now was the wildlife themselves, he couldn't fire off a blaster or anything loud for that matter, they may figure someone was relatively nearby. Plus he had not one clue of their patrol patterns. Brute force would be his ally in the jungle.The Murderous Mercenary kept on his path, it was a steep incline, troublesome, one foot wrong and you may just fall to your death.
Rustling came from behind him, his helmet sensors pinged and his low light vision illuminated the area. He beckoned inside his own mind as he prepared a vibro-knife and his gauntlet blades. With two rifles slung over his shoulder, he didn't have much in the way of comfortable mobility. The rustles happened again, louder, closer, whatever it was it was about to strike. Then it happened, some feline creature on all fours dove out from the bushes towards the Bounty Hunter at chest height - claws and teeth ready to rip him a new one.
Though Koda was quick, his reflexes near unmatched. Down he slams himself, landing on his back and extending his feet in the air at the perfect time, the best sails over the edge with a roar and a thud. Glancing over the clifface, all he could see was a splattered animal.Finally, he reached the position. High on top of a small, rocky mountain that was high enough to overlook the entire palace with it's courtyard and all. The architecture was lovely. Beige stone embedded with colorful jewels and artistry.
The courtyard was what you would expect of a feline creature, dense with vibrant foliage. Though the Bounty Hunter cared not for it, but could still appreciate such a thing. He was happy with this situation; being alone was his strong-suit.He kneels down, pulling both the carbine and the rifle from his back and placing them on the rocky terrain. The location was found by luck, but it even further proved with it's perfect tip.
Koda grabbed the sniper rifle, clutching it with both hands as he leaned to his side, having this natural rock wall to lean on. In front of him the sniper was able to have it's bipod extend and rest evenly. Now he had to wait, for how long he didn't know, but he'd take the shot when it was right. A projection of the Duke hovered to his left, just inside his peripheral.Hours passed, it seemed to be early morning, for a Duke this was go time. So much to do, so much to see. The Feline Royalty made it's way to the exterior landing pad, accompanied by many others, including both royalty and guards.
A deep breath, complete focus. Dead quiet apart from the few chirping boards. Then a squeeze of the trigger, and a red bolt soared. Over the mountain, past the jungle, towards the palace, and into the Duke. When the bolt hit the royalty he turned to his side from the impact, fell backwards and off the platform into the river system blow.If they ever caught wind of where the bolt came from it was too late to do anything, Fett was gone, making his hike back to the Concord Spear. The Killer loaded back up, storing his gear and flew back to his Imperial employers to collect his payment. And receive a cleaning job from the Imperial lackeys.Edited by Koda Fett, 01 October 2017 - 01:41 AM.
As the Gala went on and the Grand Moff went to perform his speech upon the podium, Pestilence moved to adopt a formation of security around said podium. This time, with such a critical figure in the spotlight for everyone attending this social event to see, gave the possible assassin ample opportunity to line up his shot and take down one of the Empire's most critical personnel. Pestilence set themselves up around the podium, watching all angles with their weapons lowered yet their presence demanding attention and intimidation as they stood rigid and on sentry; if there was someone within the crowds that wished to interrupt the Grand Moff's speech, or the gala for that matter, they would be dealt with severely. A quick death, yes, but a meaningless one at that, one that would have been for nothing. The Empire would not back down nor would it allow itself to be put on the backfoot because of disruptions; passive or hostile. DT-2417, however, took his position directly up on the podium alongside the Grand Moff, acting as his immediate bodyguard should something occur.
Whilst the rest of Pestilence was on the ground acting as the first line of security, the Captain had a more prestigious job under his belt. Should anything happen, DT-2417 would be stood there as the stalwart defender and shield of the Grand Moff, even going as far as escorting him to safety should the situation arise. The Death Trooper Captain, however, was wiser than most than to simply allow himself to stand there unarmed. With his E-11D firmly in grip, DT-2417 remained statuesque as the Grand Moff delivered his message to the crowds. Varik IceEquipment: Lightsaber - Initiate RobesLocation: Palace BallroomStatus: Attending and GuardingVarik kept his hands in front of him, one gripping the other wrist as he formed up near the crowd gathered in front of the podium.
He stood near the side of the crowd, one of the more subtle guards nearby. He ignored other influences for the time being, and there would be no distractions.
He paced up and down the length of the crowd, behind the cameras that were focused entirely on the Grand Moff and his speech. Ice was happy to leave the speeches to him, public speaking wasn't strictly his forte and he was hardly anywhere near the most charismatic person in the room.Although he wasn't the type to often listen to this type of pitch, he did find it was rather well-done. There was a stroke to it that he found quite impressive, laying out the Empire's authority without directly threatening the populace. At least, for right now.
He supposed threats were best saved for later. He kept an eye on Graf, watching to make sure he caught anything Pestilence may have missed, his eyes immediately being drawn to the beeping green light on his cuff.Although he couldn't know for sure, Varik could only assume that meant one thing; there was more to handle. In the meantime though, he kept his eye on the crowd and its people from the sidelines, seeming as though he was little more than any other Imperial official from how he coldly carried himself, his lightsaber gone from view. He was actively suppressing his aura's natural tendency to lower the temperature greatly around him; he didn't need to make anyone paranoid, after all. What else could possibly go wrong? DT-2417.
Desmond and Inferno marched up to the throne room and approached the King and Grand moff with prisoners in tow. Desmond's broken and beaten body ached all over, but still he stood tall. A symbol of Imperial strength. They laid the prisoners down before the pair of leaders for all to see. The prisoners began to come to and Desmond made sure to give one a swift kick in the gut, which brought gasp from the crowd.
But, Desmond did not care instead only seeking vengeance. The prisoner gave a soft gasp and gritted his teeth tightly, the kick bringing him fully back too.
The woman seemed to wake more slowly but as she did she immediately began to plead for her life.“Your majesty! Please don't let these men who killed your father into our homes!” She cried out beseechingly.“The home you meant to destroy?” Desmond snarled.“W-we” She stuttered and paused for a moment as Desmond backed her into a corner and she lowered her head, tears of frustration seeping from her face. “Damn you Imperial dog! Damn those treacherous snakes who lie in bed with you!” She exclaimed, knowing that she had been found out.“Grand Moff, I leave their fate to you,” Desmond said angrily.
Fabian's brow lowered just a smidgen as the woman closed her eyes and became slightly unsteady. A fear of cats perhaps?
Or just very large ones. Either way, Fabian thought it best to drop the subject as she looked on the verge of fainting.' Yes of course.' The band struck up a waltz, right on cue, and Fabian extended one hand out to, palm up, the other behind his back.'
Would you care to da-' the collective gasps of the crowd and sudden shouting cut off Fabian's question. He turned, a puzzled expression on his face, and saw the throng pulling away from a uniformed Chiss dragging several prisoners toward the Grand Moff.Fabian raised an eyebrow. Fear of big cats indeed, she didn't exactly like the damned creatures after what happen she had all right to not like them! Not after what that one did took her eye and caused her to be half blind.she sighed and simomy smiled before hearing the band as she looked to Fabian and chuckled going to take his handI'd be honored to lieutenant le-She felt the fear of the crowd suddenly and turned immediately to where she saw the chiss dragging prisoners into the gala as she rubbed her chin and looked to Fabianindeed.follow me we've to get closerWhether he followed or not she made her way through the crowd getting closer to the chiss and the grand moff before stopping. Location: Felacat BallObjective: In This City We TrustUpon exiting the ball, Max found a dutifully polished speeder waiting for him. Extra security for the city was being provided by the Empire, and he was eager to see how the operation was going as of now.He was driven through a route of cleared streets in the city, citizens watching cautiously from their windows as they heard the speeder approaching.
The occasional Imperial patrol could be seen, ensuring no attempts to cause havoc by the resistance were successful.Arriving at an elaborately constructed entryway to the city on the outskirts, Max exited from the vehicle to observe the defences and checkpoint that had been established there. Some snipers were positioned along some of the roofs of the buildings close by, keeping an eye out beyond.' No incidents in this area as of now, Sir.' 'Excellent work. The ball is doing well so far, so as long as we keep this up Felacat will be ours.' Past the city limits, more Imperial movements could be seen. If trouble came their way, he was sure that whoever committed to it would swiftly be killed.
IN THIS CITY WE TRUSTSTILETTO 2-1They'd been stationed to a smaller city where the sun and wind seemed to never cease. You'd expect the wind would be a nice, pleasant breeze but no. It matched the aridity of the place and amplified the heat of the sun. Some were on patrols, some were gathering data on the complete layout of the city, and others were supporting the construction of a guard post.Lt. Alta, on the other hand, was gambling.It's the least these cat people could do for him in this darn heat.
He'd found shade at the local market where cloth hung high and tied together to serve as a makeshift roof for the place. A merchant had been playing pazaak with fellow merchants when the lieutenant had joined.' Alta stated with a cigar in his mouth.Cards were flipped.' The merchant pleasantly slipped a plus one card to escape the tie.Joy befell the merchant and his buddies while Alta remained grave. His mood influenced the environment and their happy laughter slowly deteriorated, quickly remembering the man's white armor.'
The lieutenant broke the silence with a laughter and his opponents glanced at each other confused began slowly laughing once again.' Let's try again. Hundred wager.' The officer proposed and the Felcatian nodded.
Decks were shuffled and-:: Stiletto Two-One Actual, this is Stiletto Two-Two Sunray, do you copy? Repeat, do you copy?:: The stormtrooper helmet's internal comlink came to life interrupting their game. Scipio grabbed the comm device from his helmet and put it on his ear with a sigh.:: Drop the formality, Tusk. What's going on?:::: Uh, we've got a situation here, LT.:::: Yes?::::We've stumbled upon a minefield.::Chit.:: Karkin' great. Send me coordinates, I will be right over.::'Sorry, folks.
We'll play another time. Have a good one, yeah?' Alta donned his helmet and took his leave.Shouldda been run-of-the-mill ops.He detested writing reports.Edited by Scipio Alta, 03 October 2017 - 05:07 AM. Inferno were stood behind Desmond with Imperial pride radiating from them like the good officers they were, Kayrce was already prepareing her blaster for execution.
It all remained on the order of the Grand Moff and the Prince of Felacat who were both currently silent, however the look of betrayal and hurt on the Prince’s face answered all the questions the Imperials would ever have.“Ma’am. We’re getting a call from the Director.” Rhun had leant forward to talk as quietly as he could, sure that it would only be heard by the Inferno’s commanding officer.
Kayrce’s face betrayed no concern.“Hold it for now. He’ll understand. In fact, he’s probably watching all this right now.” Rhun fell back in line and the attention returned once more to the Grand Moff and Prince to deliver the final judgement. Koda FettFelacat OrbitThe Concord Spear ascended into orbit, greeting the mighty Imperial Fleet that rested above the planet of Felacat.
The infamous Bounty Hunter had enough of that planet, and with his missions completed, what reason did he have to go back? At least for now. A Rebel Infilitrator, Bomber Extraordinaire had been captured - no doubt killed, or worse. A Felactian Duke that opposed the Empire's Rule dealt with in a brutal manner that sent a message, or maybe it didn't.
Regardless, an influential figure had been removed from his position to argue against this potentially tyrannical rule.' VHROOM'The only sound heard in the dead of the void as the Concord Spear made it's way towards the Imperial Star Destroyer. With a dip of the stick it traveled downwards, and then with a pull it came up into the hangar. After finding an appropriate spot the vessel turned from it's 'standing' position to then 'sit'. As the ramp lowered and the door opened with a hiss and spitting of steam, the Imperials were quick to rally towards it.
Storm Troopers and the same persistent, irritating and cocky Lieutenant was there. Ready to deliver Fett's payment. Although something out of the usual happened, the Lieutenant hadn't tried this before, perhaps he thought something else of this 'relationship'. He walked up the ramp and took a step inside the ship.'
Bounty Hunter?' He cried out, hunching slightly as he glanced about. It wasn't that large of a ship, where could he be? The Lieutenant thought to himself. Though as he seemed to be getting comfortable within the vessel, Fett emerged, and gave a cold stare from beneath the helmet. 'A lovely ship, no doubt, yet I've come for proof of the death?'
He posed as a question. 'One second.' Koda replied, moving off, he wouldn't be long. Couldn't trust this individual inside his unofficial home. As Koda went off the Lieutenant felt the need to touch everything he could.
Blasters, lightsabers, even the holotable.The holonet was opened, curious as to what he would find he delved deeper into the items recently opened, recently closed and so on. He found bounty lists, that much was expected. Though when he came across a photo of a dark haired woman holding her infant son, his brow became scrunched as he looked at it questionably. Why would a Bounty Hunter have this image saved unless it meant something to him? Though he didn't have time to come to a conclusion, the sound of Fett's metallic boots came echoing to this part of the ship. In a panic the Lieutenant simply faced the direction, waiting, and when Koda appeared he shot a glance at the nervous Imperial and then at the screen. Maybe the Lieutenant hoped he wouldn't mind, care or even notice.
But he did.Marching forwards you could just tell he was angry, it was all in that walk, the clenched the fists and the almost hunched posture. 'A lovely fami.' Was about as much as the Lieutenant could spurt out before being grasped by the throat, hoisted into the air and slammed against the Concord Spear's interior with a thud. 'I see I see. He struggled to spit out, and ten seconds later his wish was granted as he was dropped. Koda stepped backwards, facing the Holotable and closing the image before turning back to the Lieutenant that was still keeled over, grasping his throat in an attempt to get more air into it.With an outstretched hand the Bounty Hunter offered a small drive, 'Helmet cam footage.' He said, waiting for the Lieutenant to grab it.
When he did he managed to walk towards the ramp, gesturing for a lapdog to come upwards with the payment. The armored man snatched the case from the Imperials hand, watching him then retreat back down as the Lieutenant looked back one last time. 'Try that again and you're dead.' Fett finished up on, closing the door as he maintained his steely gaze.That was that, it was over, Fett was done here.
He was able to leave, and that's what he did. Where he went was nobody's business but his own.-Edited by Koda Fett, 04 October 2017 - 11:00 AM. FELACAT, THE GALAGRAND MOFF TANOMAS GRAFThose who knew Graf and the personality within him would notice that he was beyond furious, rage-filled in fact. It wasn't a look of anger on his face, it was slightly pursed lips and a noticeable twitch of right hand. Before him was not a crowd of patriotic Imperials, enthralled with his speech about order and the like, but a terrified bunch of Felacatians and other various species. The Grand Moff knew that fear was a perfectly acceptable method, but it only worked in certain situations, and this was most definitely not one of them: Fear was to be used against enemies, not your own people.He also knew that if he did not act now he would lose face, meaning that the next few moments were vital.
' Very well, then.' He seethed, but instead of looking at the rebels he looked at the trembling Prince before him, it was the perfect opportunity. ' Prince, if you will pass judgement on them. They are your people, and are still under your jurisdiction. After all, they attacked, captured, and tortured members of the Empire on your premises.' The Grand Moff contributed, a look of obvious expectation evident on his features.For a young, stupid boy, the Prince knew that this was a test, a test of his loyalty to the Imperial government. He stepped forward, and after mustering all of the courage he had been gathering that night, he spoke without a stutter.
' I, Prince Lothor Lorennon, the first of his name, Lord of House Lorennon and rightful King of Felacat; sentence these rebels.' A meak but authoritative gesture beckoned for Inferno Squadron to execute them on the spot, a curt nod from Grand Moff Graf confirming this order for them. Kayrce. Desmond heard the prince’s words, but awaited confirmation from the Grand Moff. Upon receiving the nod Inferno raised their rifles.
Desmond raised a hand for them and they held their fire. He withdrew a chip that recorded his cybernetic HUDs feed and walked to the center of the room. He plugged it into the holoprojector their and the hologram of the Flecatian world was replaced by that of Desmond being tortured, of the Felcatian Inquisitor revealing his plot to destroy the palace and all those in it.It spoke volumes to the people, that their own comrades sought to destroy them in some suicidal coup. The crowd beckoned for blood. They roared for it.
Intelligence hadn't even need alter the video. It’s raw form was enough to get the pompous nobles blood boiling. Even those who had not wanted to join the Empire were appalled by the fact that the Felcatian rebels had sought to kill them. This was a peace summit of sorts and at seeing their own people cast the first stone over the supposed warmongering Imperial state was more than enough to bring them off their high horse.
Cries of traitor, murderers, and more filled the air.With one video Desmond had turned the upper class of Felcatian nobles into a mob of zealots baying for blood. Desmond lowered his arm and Inferno fired. The rebels corpses were blasted to bits, smoldering holes smoking from their corpses. The crowd rushed the throne and inferno was forced to throw the corpses to them. They paraded the dead about like beast. Desmond merely laughed.“They're animals,” Rhun said somberly.“No, they’re Imperials now,” Desmond replied. 'Right behind you, Madame Inquisitor.'
Fabian took his place just behind her shoulder as they drew closer to the events. He watched the scene unfold. Noted the Grand Moff's face do its best impression of a veiny beetroot. Listened to the Prince sneer as he pronounced the fate of the prisoners.
Watched the Chiss agent display a clip from the interrogation. Saw the crowd rise up in anger.But most of all, he eyed the expressions on the faces of the condemned. Resigned, but proud. He glanced at the crowd, at a woman enraged, the veins on her neck pulling, threatening to burst the string of pearls around her throat. Her face a contortion of wild rage.The soldiers fired.The bodies fell.Fabian grimaced.
How barbaric.Edited by Fabian, 04 October 2017 - 05:49 PM. She eyed the scene from afar, She had a sort of weird pleasure knowing that these cats had been roughed up a bit. However she was curious as to why these.rebels wpuld try and harm those within the palace.possibly blame the Empire? Made sense but she sighed and kept watchingAnger, that feeling was all around her, she fed off this anger for a second before she had to stop and seal herself off, this anger threatened to take her as she looked about seeing the anger and bloodlust in the room. She closed her eyes as she sighed and opened her eyes just in time to see the blasters rain on them.she couldn't help but smile with glee before it was gonehonorable in death, truely amazing.She quieted herself and looked to Fabian as she waved him not wishing to see any moreaccompany me to the drinks please.