Log:First Order: Passk's Assassination
First Order: Passk's Assassination
OOC Date: June 28, 2018
Location: Trandosha
Participants: First Order, Kylo Ren, Grayson Oakfell, Emma Starflare, Aenaria, Rejind Yocum, Lioria Thrace
Kashyyyk is the Wookiee homeworld, covered in dense forest. While Wookiees build their homes in the planet's trees, they are not a primitive species, and Kashyyyk architecture incorporates sophisticated technology. Kashyyyk is under First Order control at this time. The Empire's enslavement of Kashyyyk secured the firm but a new charismatic leader is rising among the Trandoshans. Passk is a war chief turned politician, who claims a spiritual experience changed his life and set him on a new path. He has been broadly hailed as a reformer, and his policies are credited with spurring the most dramatic economic growth his province has ever seen.
To top it all off, he has been outspoken against the First Order's reign, and he must be eliminated. To avoid enraging the local populace and prevent a large-scale uprising, members of the Vanguard must infiltrate his estate, a palatial residence nestled in the heart of the rainforest, and assassinate him while leaving no trace of Order interference.
Aenaria is pretty top-notch when it comes to the whole infiltration gig, but generally that's a lot harder with Trandoshans. They have keen smell and are excellent predators. Also, they definitely do not look human which takes an edge off any disguises she might use. Therefore, its time for the old-fashion way. And... minimal back-up. Of.. one or two persons. Could make it tricky. So, it'd have to be done quickly and quietly and hopefully without being seen at all.
Trandosha is located in the Kashyyk system. The Vanguard are taken there via drop ship, just like they were when the group was helping with getting their trapped stormtroopers out of the building they'd been pinned in. The ship finds a safe place to hover and then a door is thrown open, "You'll be repelling down to the surface." one of the privates tell the group. "Just make sure you bend at the knee when you hit the ground." they add.
Emma was perfectally suited to an infiltration and assassination missions, but disguising involvement mean that she couldn't exactly go shooting a target from some distance without making sure everything was in place. Besides, having a team was still more likely to make success more certain than sending a single operative. Checking her sniper rifle one last time, the woman moves into position for repelling and looks at the others. "Move softly, anyone who witnesses us will likely have to be dealt with."
Grayson Oakfell holds onto the inside of the ship with a deathgrip, heart racing a mile a minute, the woman most definitely not ready to do this. Not even close. The mantra, in her native language, of 'I'm a bloody surgeon' runs through her head, nostrils flared, brown eyes full of absolute fear. She forces herself, step by step, to get closer in so she can get hooked up to get rapelled down, body shaking hard, listening to the instructions with a nod of her head. Bend at the knee when you hit the ground, "If Corr can be doing adventuring things .." She can ..do this part of her job. Her words are a soft murmur and she will lean in to the private and let him know, "You have to be pushing me. Or I will not go." Emma's words hit her and she will nod, sound advice, one the doctor isn't sure she's entirely trained to follow through on. BUT ..She will give it a go. The private, taking pity on the good doctor, will count to three before giving Grayson a push off the ship and she will go rapelling down, eyes closed the whole way down, a grimace on her features as her ponytail flies up, uniform hat flying off into the wind, her knees bent the whole way down. FWOOOOOSH. Fwoom. SMACK. There she is. Flopped onto her side on the ground. But she made it.
Aenaria clips in for safety and hops out of the lander, hitting the ground and getting ready to move out immediately after. She lets out a sigh. "Three people. Best hope we don't get spotted." She does let out a sigh as Grayson hits the ground like she does and then helps her up. "Hopefully your... shooting has improved, doctor."
Does Kylo Ren have a belt that supports rappelling? No. Still, a gloved hand latches onto one of the ropes that are thrown out the hatch and taking care not to tangle his surcoat in the cord, the man in black descends at a controlled rate, the chrome of his mask gleaming dully in the dusky light of the jungle. He settles down heavily onto the rainforest floor, looking around at the thick vegetation, and perhaps regretting the confining atmosphere of his garb. It looks hot in there. "If we are spotted, we will deal with it," his vocoded voice replies impatiently, already preparing to move towards the compound.
The drop out of the ship goes well, until Grayson's flopped onto her side. The poor doctor! Everyone else manages to make it out and the drop ship brings the ropes back up so that they can shut the door and fly off to go wait for the Vanguard team to finish their mission. The group has a rainforest to deal with and it is HOT and it's wet. It's a place they don't want to be stuck in for a long time.
The 'thud' of Grayon's fall has Emma wincing, but either she'd have to hope they weren't undone or be ready to kill things if they were. Peering through the treets, she moves with her blaster rifle raised towards the direction of the compound.
Grayson Oakfell is helped up by Aenaria and she will give a grateful nod to the woman, "T-th-thank you." Coughing with the sudden heat and humidity that hits her in the jungles, definitely not 'stealthing' her way through anything, swallowing hard as she tries to keep her gasping down to a minimal level. She fails, obviously, one hand clutching her chest as she meanders forwards to follow after Kylo as he pushes forwards, her other hand on her medical kit, wheezing. She's the kind of woman with whom danger typically means trying an unlabelled bottle of wine on a whim, this ..ugh. The Vangaurd is going to be the death of her. Or she the death of them. But she traipses forwards, sweat already beading and rolling down her cheeks. She's got a glow. A wonderful, sweaty glow.
Aenaria follows after the others for the time being. Having the Supreme Leader with is both a boon and potentially not good. He's not exactly low-profile sometimes. However, his blatant strength is reassuring. Aenaria checks the charge level on her rifle and readies to kill basically everything... as necessary.
Despite the black outfit of sweltering black fabric, the Supreme Leader himself seems to be unfazed by the heat and humidity of the rainforest, striding along through the undergrowth with surprisingly little noise. The man is large and his boots look heavy but he makes almost no sound as he moves, deftly avoiding small twigs and dry leaves as he goes. The hooded robes conceal some of his shape amidst the unusual-looking plantlife.
Rejind Yocum falls in quietly behind Aenaria for the moment, eyes rapidly scanning the area with a hand on his blaster. He keeps a close eye on the rest of the squad, careful not to get too far away from them while not interfering with their movements.
Guards spotted, EM moves closer with a frown, signalling the others with her hand. Her blaster is raised to the targets and she exhales a hiss. Her knife would be silent, but she couldn't be certain the target would be instantly killed before he could get a warning. Instead she glances around, trying to gauge if their shot would be heard to take the targets down.
Grayson Oakfell makes all the sound, her boots crunching where Kylo's don't, fabric of her pants rustling as they begin to bunch up with the sweat beginning to crowd down her legs, whisperwhispers of fabric sizzling through the air. Unbuttoning her uniform coat after she pauses she will tilt her head back, eyes lidding partially closed as she glances off to ...yep. Spot some guards. Emma's signal comes a hot second later and Grayson drops down, hands out to her sides, uniform shirt already soaked, crouching to hide. Her blaster sticks in it's holster, not yet drawn, Grays eyes going wide as she opens her mouth and makes a motion to said holster with one of her thumbs and mouths 'shooting?' with a nudge of her head towards the guards, the question up in the air for any to answer.
Not everyone has the 'guns make noise' problem, and the man in black reaches out with a gloved hand towards one of the guards, open fingers reaching before they close shut and the fist abruptly tugs back, like pulling on an invisible rope. Before the guard has a chance to react, he's pulled hissing wordlessly into the forest, his scaly head slamming against a treetrunk with a sound like an empty coconut. Stepping over the body, he lets a few long telltale hairs fall from a pocket as he passes. SUBTERFUGE.
Rejind Yocum watches as his team eliminate two of the guards with a flurry of blaster fire and Force usage. He remains quietly flat on the ground for the time being but draws his blaster, allowing the other, more well trained members of the team to take the guards down for now.
With The Supreme Leader taking out one of the guards and Grayson gunning down the other, it's quick work that leads them up to the open style mansion and just inside the front room, past the dead bodies, they can see two more of the guards that Paak employs for his security. Hopefully the team can take them down without making any noise.
Later, Em-1710 would have to speak to command about requesitioning some sort of silent weapon. Perhaps a disruptor, or a suppressed slug rifle. Whichever the case, the sniper looks towards the supreme leader, awaiting another display of that force power before she signals the trooper. "Be ready to storm and react quickly if we are discovered."
Grayson Oakfell does one of those quick fast walks you see people doing when they've got to like, empty their bladders or they're trying to get away from something very quickly. It's ..strange. Right towards the guards. What is she doing. She will snap out a scalpel from her pocket, thumbing off the guard and then she snaps her arm out to sweep it along one of the guards necks. But, she's shaking hard, and hits his ear, but with a bite down on her lower lip and a whip around of her left hand to hold the guy steady the knife comes in clean across his neck, slitting it open neatly. Eugh. It's ..it's ugly. The man gargles and reaches his hands up to clutch at his throat, his ear half-hanging off, and now his lifes blood spurting and spraying everywhere. Gray, for her part, is a little stunned, but she will turn to the other guard, eyes wide, scalpel in hand, a glance given to the others as she waves the scalpel at the remaining man. Git im!
Kylo actually stands there just sort of staring as Grayson goes stomping off like she's got something to prove, the mask hiding his expression but his body stalk-still. When he realizes what's going on, and the Trandoshan starts to spew blood everywhere, he begins to hurry forward, swinging a fist down powerfully as though smashing a board or pounding on a table. The other guard is crushed bodily to the floor, bones snapping from the impact of the invisible hand of the dark side flowing powerfully from the man in black. A few more long, brown and gold strands of hair drift to the ground in his wake.
Rejind Yocum rises and swiftly follows the Supreme Leader, being careful to stay out of his way. Rejind curses the underbrush quietly as he moves quickly towards Grayson and the downed guards.
When you're tucked away in the middle of the rainforest in a palatial mansion, you hire good bodyguards. Sometimes your bodyguards are shitty at seeing. Passk was not having a good night with his bodyguards. But it wasn't like the Trandoshan was going to know that. Through a set of double doors and through a sleek looking parlor, the Tradoshan is lounging and counting out credit chips in relative quiet. He might be quietly planning out his next rally against the First Order as he sits there. The scaley bastard.
These Trandoshans falls like dominoes, dominoes ...these trandoshans fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes. Grayson crouches down to pluck up the cap to her scalpel out of the green blood that pools around, the woman herself splattered in it, her unbuttoned coat meaning her shirt got hit the most, along with her face. So she's streaked and spattered in green, but she's got her cap back, and with a purse of her lips she blows a length of hair away from her face, scalpel tucked into her pocket as she then follows through those doors, into the parlor, jaw set, hand sliding to her blaster now. What has she got to prove?! That she, for all her faults, is useful. Beyond the surgical suite. But ..she's far. So ..her pistol is brought out and she'll try to steady it to shoot at the Trandoshan. PEW. The shot goes WIDE. But, hey ..it lets the Trando know ..it's time to FYTE, "Ah, crabbing apples, I ..I am better up close." Said in a sort of apology, the woman still in shock for slicin' a Trando to death. So she will walk towards the Trandoshan, unsure of which to use, scalpel or blaster. MAYBE BOTH
The scaly bastard just sits in there, menacingly, and Kylo can see him through the doors, since he's walking along right with Grayson, a big man in black clothes looking like he just stepped out of a nightmare, not an inch of skin to be seen, the only color but black on display being the weathered chrome lines on his mask. Maybe he's trying to serve as a distraction or just look scary. No, his hand lashes out towards the Trandoshan leader and sends a shockwave of agonizing pain lancing through his reptilian brain.
Rejind Yocum draws his blaster and goes wide around the Supreme Leader, blaster up and aimed at the Trandoshan. He squeezes off a shot that goes just wide, swearing quietly to himself as he pulls the shot. Rejind keeps a steady pace moving forward and to the side, keeping Grayson clear of his firing line as he does.
Passk grabs for the blaster that's mounted under the desk he's seated at, but the shots fly around him. Just as he stands up and points the blaster at Rejind, the attack from Kylo assaults his mind and the blaster is dropped as he grips his head and screams in agony from the onslaught.
While the supreme leader zaps the Trandoshan with his mind powers or whatever, Grayson doesn't understand it, MAGIC if you will, she completes her fast walk and HOPS into the lap of the Trandoshan. Knees on his knees, her left hand slapping into his forehead to push his head back. And then, drawing upon considerable knowledge she begins to slice the incapacitated Trandoshan in all the rights places, major arteries; under his arm, his groin, one side of his neck, all with surgical precision. Her jaw is tight, and she slices and dices to try her best to make it look like claw marks. SLICE SLICE SLICE SLICE. Her right hand works as the left hand lifts up to press the Trandoshans head back, Grayson sorta ..lost in a moment. Do they call this bloodlust? Or ..simply professionalism of a surgeon.
And then, before other shots get off, by chance, by the grace of the force, or ..simple luck, Grayson is stepping off that Trandoshan and his lap, covered in green even moreso now, left hand coming up to wipe the back of her hand across her face, it gracing up into her hair line to fix said hair as she tries to tidy herself up, "They will think ..a wookiee went lusty in its blood." Explaining what she did, since it makes sense to her, the woman shaking like a leaf in a hurricane wind, her blaster having been dropped on her walk. She will ..calmly ..as she can ..walk towards it, primly leaning down to fetch it.
Rejind Yocum blinks in surprise as Grayson hops up into the Trando's lap, the distraction causing him to send his shot down into the dirt in front of him. Rejind watches the surgeon at work, a bti captivated by the scene. After she's done slicing and dicing him up, Rejind turns and begins to cover the group's tracks, attempting to cover up or erase any tracks through the plants they might have left obviously disturbed.
Em-1710 had been rather quiet for much of the fight after her earlier miss and the Doctor's improvised surgery. But for all her stealth, she hadn't disappeared. The blaster carbine's squeel actually results in her first blast going a little high, earning a little hiss of frustration. Damn standard issue weapons!
Her second shot however? It pierces through the trandoshan's brow and into his pain-lanced brain, ending his existance.
The mission is a success. From what they can tell right now. They don't encounter any other guards. This might be the light night for the shift or they were off doing other things. The dropship, which was being piloted by a well known helmet, settles down at the pick up point and Lioria's vocoded voice comes over the intercoms once everyone is on, "Strap in, if anyone is needing medical attention we can take care of that on the way back to Nar Shaddaa. If anyone needs dropped off anywhere else, just let me know." the creepy one states. Then it's silence from the hooded one in the cockpit
Grayson Oakfell has ..no idea who this helmet is, so he's not THAT well known. But she's on the ship, exhaling out once she's sat down and strapped in, scalpel still in hand, the beautiful woman covered in green blood and looking, well, still in shock. Licking her lips she nods, "I ..Uh ..can be giving medical attention to any who are needing .." Said reassuringly to those who just witnessed her dicin' up the trandos, "Nar Shadda is fine, if you could be putting me in Parmacs ..or ..our base is fine. Probably base ..I need to be showering." Her heavily accented voice says, but ..she does want to go home, "Parmacs .." Yep. A nod to all of those here, "Good jobbing all of you.L Very ..uh ..many of them dead. It is good." Lips press together and she'll muster up a smile, settling back then in her seat for the long ride home.
