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Liberating Fires
@CJ Solo @Ferre @Kuran
OOC Thread
Vinsoth is a problem we have to solve. If we are to occupy this space in our crusade against the Sith, we cannot allow injustice to remain. There are two slave labor camps we've located on the outskirts of the city. Burn the facilities to the ground and free the slaves. We will burn away the sins of this world and help them start without the oppression of their masters.
Objective: Free the slaves from at least one of the labor camps.
Secondary Objective (optional): Burn the camp facilities to the ground and capture or kill the slave masters.
Thread Type: Open - Conflict thread
Participants: 3 Jedi
Bast R'aef Amaarla Ky VennFandalkaas
The chuckle that Bast emitted could be mistaken as villainous. Lying with the dirt supporting his back, there was little room between Bast and the belly of a state-of-the-art slave ship that was parked in the desert plains of Vinsoth. With a piece of the hull discarded to his right, Bast's fingers made quick use of smart rewires of the ship’s circuits. Often, Bast was fixing ships, it was not every mission that he was given the chance to sabotage them.
He had been on an emotional high all night, and like a child in a playground messing with dirt, he didn’t know quite know the details of the creation he was making, only that this ship assuredly would not fly.
It had been a long time leading up to this moment. A lot of waiting, learning the daily patterns of the labor camp, scouting and scanning, a lot of sitting around waiting for the sun to fall back into the earth a night to cover them.
As the sun set, the last of Cal Noor’s customers had flown away, unknowingly saving his/her ship from the curious hands of the tech-loving padawan. Cal Noor was a callous man, who lived alone aside from his main bodyguard who was a night owl. A humorless looking man of about 40 who would pace the halls of Cal’s manor. Aside from that he had three household slaves to do his bidding and care for the house, as well as a driver who would take him the short distance to one or the other camp that both resided within a mile each of his home.
From his time watching Cal, Bast could appreciate the timely business man that he was. Like Bast, he enjoyed to clock in clock out, only seeing his buyers during business hours and having no penchant for bargaining. If he didn’t like ‘em he wouldn’t do business with them. Routine screening of those who came in and out of hyperspace helped establish that. Luckily for the group, this was something Bast was able to slice into as well, an unexpected bonus of some slave-buying names -although probably pseudonyms- thanks to Cal’s detailed lifestyle. It also meant that they assuredly wouldn’t be expecting any company after nightfall, as his business hours were as strict as his eating schedule. Which, if you wanted to know from Bast’s ever fun job of stalking, was eating at the same time throughout the day, and being well...the most predictable man ever.
Seeing as Bast’s job this mission was ruining lives instead of heroically freeing the slaves, he didn’t know much about the labor camps or the slaves that resided in them. For that, he would have to trust his companions who would com-link him when the time had come to commence into phase two.
He might have gotten a bit carried away. Having previously scouted the only possible landing areas within the area -which wasn’t quite hard given no natural landmarks to really hide a ship. The group had scouted out 3 slave-ships 2 personal-ships and over half a dozen speeders. The personal ships were child’s play and took less than half an hour. The speeders he humored by removing their fuel and sealing the tank. It was the slave-ships that took the longest, but nothing to cause any trouble.
Once again, tearing a building down is a lot easier than building it back up.
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