Cato neimoida... once seen as the casino capital of the Empire, now holds a place in Alliance space, with its population divided between their loyalties to each faction. Imperial Loyalists quietly blending in with Alliance believers, all the while waiting for their empress to send her armies to reclaim the world in the name of the Empire.
"Security code 34-16-07."
Prazutis stood behind the pilot's seat as his unmarked delta shuttle approached the Alliance's orbital defenses around Cato Neimoida. Prazutis wasn't sure for how long these codes would last that he remembered, but if nothing else, he could have the pilot divert into the public entryways. It would be a much farther distance for him to cross to survey his target then, but it would be a safer route if these codes failed.
"Once we're through, I'll give word to our contact on the surface. Just focus on getting landed, and keep on watch. I don't want to come back to a missing ship."
Prazutis crossed his arms as he awaited the code verification and their entry, or the divertion from Etro towards the public entryways. Either way, depending on how this went, Prazutis would soon be on the ground with his contacts, taking the information they have and then going to see the GA's military facilities for himself, though from a distance.
Scouting the supplier(Varn, Jom)
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~Colony Region, Cato Neimoida System, Cato Neimoida, love orbit.~
A well kept customs station conducted audits on most merchant vessels and the every so often private one that came and left the planet. The biggest issue the world usually faced was smugglers and the occasional pirate to which the station housed two squadrons of headhunters to handle. With Commenor just down the hyper lane the GA didn’t fear the war making it to them thus they only spared a handful of picket ships to handle patrols throughout the system. It was a bit of an oddity when an old military code was used to try and bypass the public entry to the worlds surface.
“Sir,” a female Neimoidian that was handling traffic control spoke up. “I’ve got a shuttle wishing to make decent to Zaara using outdated military codes.”
An older male Neimoidian wearing the uniform of an Alliance Naval Captain approached the woman. “Probably some old vet trying to bypass the public line,” he replied.
“So should I let them go?”
“Protocol dictates no, divert them to the public entry coordinates, they’ll have to wait in line like everyone else.” He started walking away before pausing. “They can bypass customs, that’ll at least save them some time.”
“Yes sir.”
~Bridge city Zaara~
A Neimoidian Security officer walked through the police station with an Antarian Ranger and a Dashade in tow. He lead them into an office and closed the door behind them before speaking.
“Yeah I remember him,” the alien spoke, pointing towards the imposing Dashade. “And a couple of your Rangers being here a few months back. We housed them while they conducted whatever their secret operation was.” The Officer seemed slightly put off by the fact he didn’t know the full extent of why the Rangers had been here originally.
“Has anything suspicious happen since?” The Ranger replied. He was a blue skinned Twi’lek with an insignia that marked him as a Sergeant.
“Nothin I can remember off the top of my head, I’d have to check the records.” The officer responded, clearly not pleased with getting assigned to the Ranger.
“Please do,” the Ranger insisted. “The sooner we know the sooner we’re out of your... um... hats.”
The Neimoidian let out a deep breath before turning to his console. “Alright, alright, give me a few minutes.”
The Twi’lek turned to the Dashade and gave him a smirk. Varn gave a shrug back at his superior before leaning against the wall. Clearly it was going to take a little while.
A well kept customs station conducted audits on most merchant vessels and the every so often private one that came and left the planet. The biggest issue the world usually faced was smugglers and the occasional pirate to which the station housed two squadrons of headhunters to handle. With Commenor just down the hyper lane the GA didn’t fear the war making it to them thus they only spared a handful of picket ships to handle patrols throughout the system. It was a bit of an oddity when an old military code was used to try and bypass the public entry to the worlds surface.
“Sir,” a female Neimoidian that was handling traffic control spoke up. “I’ve got a shuttle wishing to make decent to Zaara using outdated military codes.”
An older male Neimoidian wearing the uniform of an Alliance Naval Captain approached the woman. “Probably some old vet trying to bypass the public line,” he replied.
“So should I let them go?”
“Protocol dictates no, divert them to the public entry coordinates, they’ll have to wait in line like everyone else.” He started walking away before pausing. “They can bypass customs, that’ll at least save them some time.”
“Yes sir.”
~Bridge city Zaara~
A Neimoidian Security officer walked through the police station with an Antarian Ranger and a Dashade in tow. He lead them into an office and closed the door behind them before speaking.
“Yeah I remember him,” the alien spoke, pointing towards the imposing Dashade. “And a couple of your Rangers being here a few months back. We housed them while they conducted whatever their secret operation was.” The Officer seemed slightly put off by the fact he didn’t know the full extent of why the Rangers had been here originally.
“Has anything suspicious happen since?” The Ranger replied. He was a blue skinned Twi’lek with an insignia that marked him as a Sergeant.
“Nothin I can remember off the top of my head, I’d have to check the records.” The officer responded, clearly not pleased with getting assigned to the Ranger.
“Please do,” the Ranger insisted. “The sooner we know the sooner we’re out of your... um... hats.”
The Neimoidian let out a deep breath before turning to his console. “Alright, alright, give me a few minutes.”
The Twi’lek turned to the Dashade and gave him a smirk. Varn gave a shrug back at his superior before leaning against the wall. Clearly it was going to take a little while.
Re: Scouting the supplier(Varn, Jom)
The world of Cato Neimoidia was truly a sight to behold. With elegant jeweled palaces and magnificent bridge-cities. This impressive world was one of luxury and wealth. While not exactly the pinnacle of military might, the planet was famous for being a center of trade.
Prazutis had entered the clearance codes, and all there was to do now was wait in the silent cockpit of the delta shuttle. The hostile world wasn’t exactly hostile, at least for now. It’s busy sky lanes busting with air traffic. Both civilian craft and business frigates occupied the nearby air.
Finally, a response was given. Checking the comms, the message was there. Clear and simple. “Denied.” Etro’s heart began to sank. However, there was more. As Jom read on, there was a clearance authorization to skip customs. There was still hope of reaching the target destination. He relayed what he saw to the high inquisitor.
“Sir, they’ve denied the clearance codes, but we have authorization to skip customs.”
As he gave the man a chance to think and respond, Jom deviated from the original course, and moved to the civilian sky lanes. It was packed, as expected.
After a painfully long time of sitting and waiting, it finally came time to bypass customs.
Angling the ship towards the city, the pilot prepared to land. Keeping a watchful eye out for careless pilots and Neimoidians alike. They were in hostile territory now.
Prazutis had entered the clearance codes, and all there was to do now was wait in the silent cockpit of the delta shuttle. The hostile world wasn’t exactly hostile, at least for now. It’s busy sky lanes busting with air traffic. Both civilian craft and business frigates occupied the nearby air.
Finally, a response was given. Checking the comms, the message was there. Clear and simple. “Denied.” Etro’s heart began to sank. However, there was more. As Jom read on, there was a clearance authorization to skip customs. There was still hope of reaching the target destination. He relayed what he saw to the high inquisitor.
“Sir, they’ve denied the clearance codes, but we have authorization to skip customs.”
As he gave the man a chance to think and respond, Jom deviated from the original course, and moved to the civilian sky lanes. It was packed, as expected.
After a painfully long time of sitting and waiting, it finally came time to bypass customs.
Angling the ship towards the city, the pilot prepared to land. Keeping a watchful eye out for careless pilots and Neimoidians alike. They were in hostile territory now.
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Re: Scouting the supplier(Varn, Jom)
Prazutis only gave an annoyed sigh as his codes were confirmed to be outdated by the redirection. Prazutis only watched the other traveling ships, at one point having to push one to their side away to prevent it from bumping into their own small hull. However, soon enough, the ship was setting down on a landing pad just outside the city and Prazutis was replacing his flashy High Inquisitor cape with a more subtle black, hooded robe that he would soon put over his armor. However, as he thought to himself, the need for concealing his helmet when there had only been one case of him being seen by any Alliance members that still lived today, he supposed he wouldn’t need the hood to cover the helmet. Although it was an uncommon one, he doubted that he would be recognized. He was no big face in the galaxy, and at times such things were useful.
Prazutis stepped into the crowd for just a moment before he met with an older Neimoidan figure.
“The Baron has returned. ”
The neimoidan took note of his code words and nodded, waving him to follow. Prazutis walked with the Neimoidan into a large, empty 4-story building. Not a single light was on as the two entered.
“We have been happily expecting you, High Inquisitor.” The man began to speak,
“Many of us here have awaited the day the Empire came back for us, to keep us safe from this rebel Alliance’s chaos they call freedom. But today, I’m happy to be the one to present you with this.”
The man turned as the lights turned on, a small group of other Neimoidans smiling and standing as the guide handed him a holo-drive.
“This has what the Empire will be facing before they get to the military base. Everything else will be up to you to uncover.”
Prazutis stepped into the crowd for just a moment before he met with an older Neimoidan figure.
“The Baron has returned. ”
The neimoidan took note of his code words and nodded, waving him to follow. Prazutis walked with the Neimoidan into a large, empty 4-story building. Not a single light was on as the two entered.
“We have been happily expecting you, High Inquisitor.” The man began to speak,
“Many of us here have awaited the day the Empire came back for us, to keep us safe from this rebel Alliance’s chaos they call freedom. But today, I’m happy to be the one to present you with this.”
The man turned as the lights turned on, a small group of other Neimoidans smiling and standing as the guide handed him a holo-drive.
“This has what the Empire will be facing before they get to the military base. Everything else will be up to you to uncover.”
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Several minutes of the officer giving them reports about smuggler rings being caught and a crime lord being put down but nothing was revealed that would give the Antarian Rangers something to worry about. The Twi’lek let out a sigh before looking up at the officer.
“Seems nothing other than normal criminal activity since Captain Leveroth’s team left here,” he spoke, slightly disappointed.
“Seems so,” the Neimoidian replied, still looking over the reports.
“Well thank you for your time Lieutenant Tal, we’ll see ourselves...”
“Oh, this might be something!” The Neimoidian interrupted. “About thirty minutes ago a vessel landed that had tried to use old Alliance codes. Usually we’d send an officer down to the docks to talk to the owner but it seems like the thing you might be looking for.”
The Twi’lek rolled his eyes, it sounded like a waste of time but it was still a red flag. He looked back at the Dashade. “Varn, go check it out and see what you can find out.”
The larger alien nodded before stepping over to the desk and grabbing the datapad that was offered to him. He looked it over taking in the information on the vessel’s model and where it landed. With that Varn made his way out of the office and toward the street. The Dashade hailed a taxi, boarded and launched off towards the spaceport. The driver was quite which gave Varn time to silently brood about getting sent on what was probably a pointless task.
“Seems nothing other than normal criminal activity since Captain Leveroth’s team left here,” he spoke, slightly disappointed.
“Seems so,” the Neimoidian replied, still looking over the reports.
“Well thank you for your time Lieutenant Tal, we’ll see ourselves...”
“Oh, this might be something!” The Neimoidian interrupted. “About thirty minutes ago a vessel landed that had tried to use old Alliance codes. Usually we’d send an officer down to the docks to talk to the owner but it seems like the thing you might be looking for.”
The Twi’lek rolled his eyes, it sounded like a waste of time but it was still a red flag. He looked back at the Dashade. “Varn, go check it out and see what you can find out.”
The larger alien nodded before stepping over to the desk and grabbing the datapad that was offered to him. He looked it over taking in the information on the vessel’s model and where it landed. With that Varn made his way out of the office and toward the street. The Dashade hailed a taxi, boarded and launched off towards the spaceport. The driver was quite which gave Varn time to silently brood about getting sent on what was probably a pointless task.
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Neive had seemingly rendezvoused with a group of allies. In all honesty, Jom didn’t really know what to expect on this mission. Thankfully, his task remained relatively simple. Etro was to stay and guard the ship. Although some might see the task as pointless, the pilot knew that extraction played a crucial part in the success of a mission.
The loading ramp was down on the unmarked shuttle, as most ships would have it. Meanwhile, Etro sat in the pilots seat, running diagnostics checks. One could never be too safe on infiltration missions, and he didn’t want to have technical problems at a pivotal moment.
As the Imperial ran a few more checks, he sat back. It might be a rather long wait until the Inquisitor returned. He began allowing his mind to wander. The inquisitor definitely had a lot of pressure on him. Although, many Imperials knew just how lethal a single inquisitor could be. Surely the Neimoidians wouldn’t be able to kill a force user. Could they? Etro snapped back to reality. He scolded himself for foolishly allowing his mind to wander. This was a serious situation. One slip up could cost countless Imperials their lives, and he refused to let that happen.
Returning his attention to the controls, Jom found that all systems were functioning as they should. “Great.” He thought to himself. All there was to do now was to make sure that the presence of the imperials were not detected. The pilot got up from his seat and walked down to the bottom of the loading ramp, pretending to get some fresh air as he surveyed the area. The landing pads had quite a few ships landed ranging from all sizes. Thankfully the delta shuttle didn’t seem to stand out much from the other larger ships. Looking up at the sky, everything seemed to be business as usual, with what seemed to be regularly air traffic everywhere. Jom allowed himself to relax for a minute before returning to the interior of the ship. He exhaled.
“So far, so good.”
He decided that it might be a good idea to check that the weapons he brought with him were in working order. It could be useful seeing as a skirmish might occur if someone was to discover them. Jom laid them out in from of him, looking over what he had brought. A DL-44 and a vibro knife. While it wasn’t much, it would make do in the place of his usual E-11. While it was a great and reliable weapon, he had to keep it stashed away inside the ship as to not give away that they were imperials, although he would be able to get it out if he had no option. For now, however, it would stay hidden.
While everything seemed to be peaceful at the moment, Etro knew that this mission could turn life threatening in the blink of an eye. For all he knew, the rebels could already know they were coming. Thankfully, it didn’t look like it. He tried to reassure himself. Surely someone would have tried to shoot him already if they knew that.
The loading ramp was down on the unmarked shuttle, as most ships would have it. Meanwhile, Etro sat in the pilots seat, running diagnostics checks. One could never be too safe on infiltration missions, and he didn’t want to have technical problems at a pivotal moment.
As the Imperial ran a few more checks, he sat back. It might be a rather long wait until the Inquisitor returned. He began allowing his mind to wander. The inquisitor definitely had a lot of pressure on him. Although, many Imperials knew just how lethal a single inquisitor could be. Surely the Neimoidians wouldn’t be able to kill a force user. Could they? Etro snapped back to reality. He scolded himself for foolishly allowing his mind to wander. This was a serious situation. One slip up could cost countless Imperials their lives, and he refused to let that happen.
Returning his attention to the controls, Jom found that all systems were functioning as they should. “Great.” He thought to himself. All there was to do now was to make sure that the presence of the imperials were not detected. The pilot got up from his seat and walked down to the bottom of the loading ramp, pretending to get some fresh air as he surveyed the area. The landing pads had quite a few ships landed ranging from all sizes. Thankfully the delta shuttle didn’t seem to stand out much from the other larger ships. Looking up at the sky, everything seemed to be business as usual, with what seemed to be regularly air traffic everywhere. Jom allowed himself to relax for a minute before returning to the interior of the ship. He exhaled.
“So far, so good.”
He decided that it might be a good idea to check that the weapons he brought with him were in working order. It could be useful seeing as a skirmish might occur if someone was to discover them. Jom laid them out in from of him, looking over what he had brought. A DL-44 and a vibro knife. While it wasn’t much, it would make do in the place of his usual E-11. While it was a great and reliable weapon, he had to keep it stashed away inside the ship as to not give away that they were imperials, although he would be able to get it out if he had no option. For now, however, it would stay hidden.
While everything seemed to be peaceful at the moment, Etro knew that this mission could turn life threatening in the blink of an eye. For all he knew, the rebels could already know they were coming. Thankfully, it didn’t look like it. He tried to reassure himself. Surely someone would have tried to shoot him already if they knew that.
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The taxi zoomed through the city towards the spaceport in question, the whole way Varn brooded about this being a waste of time. After a few minutes of waiting for a clearing to park the hover taxi finally set down. The Dashade gave the closest thing he had to a smile as he handed a cred stick over to the driver before exiting. Stepping past new arrivals who were waiting for him to clear the taxi, Varn marched towards the large spaceport.
The alien made his way through the crowds and bypassed security with the flash of his Antarian Ranger identification. Now within he walked towards the clerk that was manning the help desk.
“Afternoon sir, can I be of assistance?” the Neimoidan Clerk spoke as Varn approached.
“Yes,” the Dashade replied bluntly. “I require the location of the shuttle that used these code to attempt to bypass traffic.” He slid his datapad as well as his own identification across to the representative.
The clerk grabbed them both, checking the ID first before moving on to the datapad. He nodded and began swiping his hands across his terminal. A moment of silence passed between the two before the Neimoidan turned back to the Dashade.
“The vessel you’re looking for is located in docking bay D-12, Mr. Badaash.” The clerk spoke as he handed Varn’s items back.
“Thank you,” He replied as he turned to look at the building map. Getting his bearings of the place he marched off towards bay D-12.
The alien made his way through the crowds and bypassed security with the flash of his Antarian Ranger identification. Now within he walked towards the clerk that was manning the help desk.
“Afternoon sir, can I be of assistance?” the Neimoidan Clerk spoke as Varn approached.
“Yes,” the Dashade replied bluntly. “I require the location of the shuttle that used these code to attempt to bypass traffic.” He slid his datapad as well as his own identification across to the representative.
The clerk grabbed them both, checking the ID first before moving on to the datapad. He nodded and began swiping his hands across his terminal. A moment of silence passed between the two before the Neimoidan turned back to the Dashade.
“The vessel you’re looking for is located in docking bay D-12, Mr. Badaash.” The clerk spoke as he handed Varn’s items back.
“Thank you,” He replied as he turned to look at the building map. Getting his bearings of the place he marched off towards bay D-12.