Relics and Ruins
Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2018 11:34 pm
Rhoden Carbine walked down the bridge of the Hydra, his boots clacking with each step. He came to a stop directly in front of one of the holotables. Jorvan and Haly were standing around the table already, the rest of the squad mingled around the general area, but circled around the table as Rhoden stepped up to it.
The table flickered to life, the image of a single planet appearing and revolving slowly above it. “Sullust.” Rhoden said, looking around at the squad members. “One of the Old Empire’s primary production facilities, with its fair share of databanks and hidden stores.” Rhoden continued. “We’re heading there, immediately.” Jorvan stirred, “What’s the job, Commander?” he asked. “We have received information that a heretofore unknown stockpile of military hardware is hidden beneath the ruins of the Anyak Kor production facility, located here.” Rhoden responded, gesturing to a point on the planet which flashed red. “Also located within the hidden facility there is believed to be several databanks containing information of great value to the Empire. I suggest you begin preparations. We’ll be leaving the Hydra at a forward outpost on the Imperial Border, final approach will be aboard the YT.” Rhoden finished, in a tone of voice which made it clear no further information about the facility itself was forthcoming unless it was deemed mission critical.
There was a slight shudder as the Hydra entered hyperspace, Rhoden stood erect, staring out at the blue swirls. Turning he exited the bridge. Returning to his quarters he pulled a fine cup out and within a few minutes had a steaming cup of mint tea sitting in front of him. He sipped it slowly, letting the smell fill the room. Mint tea, he had decided long ago, sharpened his focus, gave him clarity. It opened his mind, allowing him to see the bigger picture. And so he sat, lost in thought, as the Hydra hurtled toward the Imperial border.
Rhoden felt the shudder as the Hydra dropped out of hyperspace and, standing up, he put his helmet on and headed for the hangar. The Hydra would be standing by to respond should Inferno Squad need assistance, but that would be only if an unforeseen circumstance called for such aid. For purposes of stealth, though, Inferno Squad would be landing in the YT-2000 freighter at one of Sullust’s cities.
The freighter set down in a landing bay. Rhoden stepped out, now in civilian clothes and light disguise. He paid the exorbitant landing fee and closed the doors to the bay, bathed in temporary darkness as the interior lights flickered on slowly. “Alright everyone, you have your reconnaissance routes. Let’s get started.” Rhoden said. They exited the hangar and went off in different directions, Rhoden and Jorvan heading directly to the bar.
“Rhoden, so good to see you again.” a quiet voice sounded from beside him, “Ah, Turan, it’s good to see you to.” Rhoden replied, as they sat inside a booth and the sound barrier went up. Rhoden didn’t know to what species Turan belonged, and the man wouldn’t say but that didn’t concern Rhoden, his information was reliable. “What do you know about Anyak Kor?” Rhoden asked. “Only that it is an old Imperial production facility, long abandoned. There’s been no activity by any parties there in many a cycle.” Turan’s voice, as usual, was little more than a whisper. Rhoden nodded, “That’s good. Anything we should watch out for in the city?” he asked, Turan bowed his head “The only typical concern is the patrollers, they are well trained and heavily armed. But no match for you, my friend.” A droid rolled up with their drinks and the rest of their time passed catching up on what the other had been doing since last they spoke, slowly being joined by the other members of Inferno Squad.
“You say the pirate Bareil has resurfaced?” Turan said, some of his fur bristling. “I feel sorry for him, you will be hunting him of course.” Rhoden smiled, “Yeah, no idea how he weaseled out of that one but I’ve got a mission lined up after this one, hopefully get a lead on where he’s operating from these days.” he was feeling slightly uncomfortable now with the rest of the squad sitting around, the booth fit them well enough but it was meant for smaller parties. “I will inform you should I hear anything.” Turan said, looking down as a device on his wrist gave a trilling beep. “I must go now, old friend. Good fortune to you.” Rhoden nodded, “And to you.”
The table flickered to life, the image of a single planet appearing and revolving slowly above it. “Sullust.” Rhoden said, looking around at the squad members. “One of the Old Empire’s primary production facilities, with its fair share of databanks and hidden stores.” Rhoden continued. “We’re heading there, immediately.” Jorvan stirred, “What’s the job, Commander?” he asked. “We have received information that a heretofore unknown stockpile of military hardware is hidden beneath the ruins of the Anyak Kor production facility, located here.” Rhoden responded, gesturing to a point on the planet which flashed red. “Also located within the hidden facility there is believed to be several databanks containing information of great value to the Empire. I suggest you begin preparations. We’ll be leaving the Hydra at a forward outpost on the Imperial Border, final approach will be aboard the YT.” Rhoden finished, in a tone of voice which made it clear no further information about the facility itself was forthcoming unless it was deemed mission critical.
There was a slight shudder as the Hydra entered hyperspace, Rhoden stood erect, staring out at the blue swirls. Turning he exited the bridge. Returning to his quarters he pulled a fine cup out and within a few minutes had a steaming cup of mint tea sitting in front of him. He sipped it slowly, letting the smell fill the room. Mint tea, he had decided long ago, sharpened his focus, gave him clarity. It opened his mind, allowing him to see the bigger picture. And so he sat, lost in thought, as the Hydra hurtled toward the Imperial border.
Rhoden felt the shudder as the Hydra dropped out of hyperspace and, standing up, he put his helmet on and headed for the hangar. The Hydra would be standing by to respond should Inferno Squad need assistance, but that would be only if an unforeseen circumstance called for such aid. For purposes of stealth, though, Inferno Squad would be landing in the YT-2000 freighter at one of Sullust’s cities.
The freighter set down in a landing bay. Rhoden stepped out, now in civilian clothes and light disguise. He paid the exorbitant landing fee and closed the doors to the bay, bathed in temporary darkness as the interior lights flickered on slowly. “Alright everyone, you have your reconnaissance routes. Let’s get started.” Rhoden said. They exited the hangar and went off in different directions, Rhoden and Jorvan heading directly to the bar.
“Rhoden, so good to see you again.” a quiet voice sounded from beside him, “Ah, Turan, it’s good to see you to.” Rhoden replied, as they sat inside a booth and the sound barrier went up. Rhoden didn’t know to what species Turan belonged, and the man wouldn’t say but that didn’t concern Rhoden, his information was reliable. “What do you know about Anyak Kor?” Rhoden asked. “Only that it is an old Imperial production facility, long abandoned. There’s been no activity by any parties there in many a cycle.” Turan’s voice, as usual, was little more than a whisper. Rhoden nodded, “That’s good. Anything we should watch out for in the city?” he asked, Turan bowed his head “The only typical concern is the patrollers, they are well trained and heavily armed. But no match for you, my friend.” A droid rolled up with their drinks and the rest of their time passed catching up on what the other had been doing since last they spoke, slowly being joined by the other members of Inferno Squad.
“You say the pirate Bareil has resurfaced?” Turan said, some of his fur bristling. “I feel sorry for him, you will be hunting him of course.” Rhoden smiled, “Yeah, no idea how he weaseled out of that one but I’ve got a mission lined up after this one, hopefully get a lead on where he’s operating from these days.” he was feeling slightly uncomfortable now with the rest of the squad sitting around, the booth fit them well enough but it was meant for smaller parties. “I will inform you should I hear anything.” Turan said, looking down as a device on his wrist gave a trilling beep. “I must go now, old friend. Good fortune to you.” Rhoden nodded, “And to you.”