Recent content by Michael Dryden

Dryden paused in reaching for his link when the droid chimed in. The faceplate of the helmet slowly turned from the droid to the two bound men. Priority targets were in their grasp. Splitting up could be dangerous. Leaving the other two unattended could result in others being warned. Going...

"Oh, this is interesting," Dryden replied as he examined the datapad Brion offered. "The weapons were manufactured and purchased legitimately, but were swapped at the dock with refurbished or inferior quality versions." His finger sent the data scrolling quickly across the screen. "Explains why...

Now why in the name of the Force was Dryden here? Simple, really. Todan was here. But why was Dryden here? Ah, well, the reason behind the reason was equally simple, Todan had yet to reveal himself as a traitor. And so far what Michael pried out of his contacts was not uplifting. In point of...

Anaxes. The Lion's Den if things went pear shaped. You didn't just walk out of a major military installation when you were alone trying to do less than above-board activity. Couldn't exactly play the Special Operations card either -- defeated the point of being clandestine. Might complicate...

"Your mission is to infiltrate the meeting posing as a Cultural Museum Curator. Your desire to ensure the survival of cultural artifacts and lore should supply all the rationale for your presence. Identify the objectives of this group, its leaders, and anyone facilitating their activities...

Dryden strode out to relieve the man standing of his weapon as Brion held him at gun point. "It was that or overload the electrical conduits." The helmet tipped to one side and nodded. "Glad it choose the former. Less chance our new friend wasn't in the condition to talk." A few sharp flicked...

Sending the droid in first wasn't going to work this time, Dryden figured. They could try to pretend to be the guards that'd been there, but by this point they had to be on edge. Maybe the droid had a few creative ideas in store though. Wouldn't pass up help. His hand hovered over the door...

With Brion on the move, Dryden veered off to the side. His fingers danced over a terminal slicing through the low level security to pop open a door leading into the complex behind the towering wall that defined so many ports. The control center jutted out with view over all the platforms. It...

"There can't be that many more of them," Dryden responded as they moved. "Unless this is bigger than a corrupt Dock Supervisor." A possibility that had long since been on his mind, but one he hoped wouldn't come to fruition. Someone diverting cargo was one thing. A company knowingly supply the...

"The cuffs will do. Otherwise we could probably find some pallet straps around here." Dryden looked over at the command center overseeing the docking platforms. "But let's keep this brief." A little pressure against the man's throat with the staff. "Wouldn't want to get delayed because someone...

"Always." Dryden accepted the other weapon Brion passed him before the man departed. With his weapon holstered, the confiscated blaster was used to fire off several more shots to discourage anyone from coming out of cover just yet. Good thing Brion was here too, or the situation might have...

Dryden ducked behind cover as the bolts started flying. Couldn't say he was shocked at the turn. "If you think you can slip around all these guards. Otherwise, best bet is for us to mow through." The point punctuated by Dryden leaning out from behind the stack and striking a man just above the...

The helmet remained facing Brion as the inevitable question dropped. "Dryden. Plain, simple Dryden." "Let's try to cover as much ground as possible before they start shooting." No telling if they'd recognize either of them as a threat on sight. Would depend on their surveillance capabilities...

Dryden preferred the kind of droid that wasn't fluent in Basic, or better yet one that at least didn't give away the mission. Sounded like Brion got a bad draw. "Must be a hell of a droid." There had to be some reason Brion kept it around. Cost, skill, or just not worth dealing with since you...

"Not quite a fashion statement," Dryden remarked as he watched Brion tag him with a tracker. The comlink was then slipped into a pocket of his suit. It was a novel idea, though he was wary of it all the same. As many things as Dryden might maim, kill, or destroy along the way, the enemy still...