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It's one of those cultural touchstones where when you mention it, and then you realise "Oh my giddy aunt I really am that old now". I made a casual reference to Mr. Bill after a 'workplace safety' video the other day, and only the people over thirty in the room had any idea what I was talking about.
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Did I miss something, or did we not tell the Jedi exactly why we did not come with the information on Sidious earlier: the biochips in the clones with Order 66 (and any plan we are unaware of)? Because that would be one hell of a reason to get their support and get them to use discretion. And it is something that would be quite important to tell since subverting clones must include the elimination of their biochips. If you give them nanobots for the clones, they are going to think about the only kind they know: the explosive ones used in the Temple Bombing.
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Kyrimorut, Mandalore
Jango closed his eyes in contemplation, going over the options in his mind. Though as he did a pattern began to emerge, a realization that the concepts presented to him were not mutually exclusive...
It could work. He had the resources, he had the people, putting them all together made sense...
His eyes snapped open, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"We'd be limiting ourselves if we just chose one of the suggested plans," Jango began to explain. "The fact of the matter is that no matter what we do we're going to draw a lot of ire from Palpatine. So...we can't afford half measures."
"A multi-layered assault," Seti commented, nodding in agreement as he realized what Jango was suggesting. "A plan that involves many moving parts though-"
"Not necessarily. This is the kind of plan that can be run in relatively self-contained stages; not only will it help pace things out, but it'll make things more plausible to the general public."
"That...makes sense," Bail said, glancing at Seti before focusing back on Jango. "If there's anything we can do-"
"I've already got the resources I need. Kal and I will handle this ourselves, and it's best if you know less about this."
"Agreed," Seti flatly replied. "Best of luck, Mand'alor."
With that Bail and Seti's holoimages faded out and Kal let out a breath he was unconsciously holding. "We're...we're really doing this, aren't we Jango?" he said quietly. "That look in your eyes..."
Jango nodded silently.
"I'm going to help keep my boys safe. I'm going to protect the ones trying to desert. I'm going to make sure that a gun isn't going to be pointed at their heads," he said rapidly, clenching his fists. "So...why do I feel like I'm walking into a trap!?"
"Because after this there's no turning back."
Kal looked at Jango, who suddenly looked as though he was incredibly exhausted, his eyes distant.
"Up until now you've had the luxury of working against Palpatine without actually crossing him. Sure there's been some light espionage and sabotage, but nothing that would put you on his radar. But now, while it's indirectly you're going to be putting a target on your back." Jango closed his eyes and sighed resignedly, knowing full well that Kal wouldn't back down from this no matter what he said. "Now you understand how I've felt ever since I learned about the real burden of becoming the Mand'alor."
"You're not saying you'd prefer never having the title?" Kal asked, visibly worried.
"No I'm not. When I see the look in Boba's eyes, that's enough to remind me that it's worth it no matter what burdens I have to bear." Jango's eyes refocused squarely on Kal. "And it's enough to remind me that given the choice, I'd rather work with Ciaran than be ground into the dirt under Palpatine."
"We're not that different from the Mandos in the days of the Ultimate, are we?" Kal said resignedly. "Pawns dancing on the strings of others..."
"At least this time around we have the luxury of seeing the rest of the game board," Jango flatly replied. "There's no Sith Lord hiding in some distant star system pulling our strings."
Only the one right in front of us...
But at the same time if a future for the Mandalorians...a future for Boba is what I get for playing along, then I think I'm content with being a pawn for now.
"We're getting off track," Jango declared, placing his hands on the table in front of him. "Now then, the plan's going to work in three phases..."
Day 1
Agomar
"Both of you in position?" Jango asked over the comms.
"Roger." "Confirmed."
"The less takes we go through the less likely we are to get picked up by any unwanted visitors. Remember, it needs to be choppy enough to look real but coherent enough that it can't be denied."
"You know, when I joined the Cuy'val Dar I didn't imagine I'd be getting into show business," Wad'e Tay'haai quipped as Jango saw him check over his Covert Ops armor and sniper rifle one last time. "Nor did I expect to be ordered to open fire on the Mand'alor himself."
"Hey, at least he's wearing armor," Cort Davin shot back, brushing a layer of dirt onto his clothes to make him look "authentically ragged" for his role as a civilian who stumbled onto the scene and saw a little too much. "I have to trust that you're not going to shoot out one of my eyes."
"Alright, enough complaining," Jango ordered, checking over his fake Phase II armor. "On my mark. Three. Two. One. Mark!"
"Action!" Wad'e commented as Jango began to slowly move forward through the surrounding area, smoke hovering in the distance over a blasted field covered in craters. He glanced around him almost constantly - while he was hardly nervous he had plenty of visual references for someone trying to lie low and make their way out of a hot zone.
After a moment and as Jango started to wonder whether Wad'e was actually paying attention he heard the sound of a sniper rifle firing and felt the bolt graze the side of his helmet, as though Wad'e had just barely missed his shot. Without hesitating Jango began to run for cover, dodging the increasingly rapid and only barely inaccurate shots from Wad'e.
As he managed to get into cover, he turned to see Cort slowly making his way out from Wad'e's firing zone. He had been very clear that if Cort was seen, the "take" would have to be scrapped since there was no way a CO trooper would let him live and he had no armor to protect himself. To his credit Cort managed to get away "undetected," and as Jango started to break away himself Wad'e fired a few more shots at him for effect and to make sure that Cort's audio was properly authentic.
"And cut," Wad'e said over the comms. "Cort's gotten far enough away from what I can tell."
"Confirmed. Audio had gone quiet."
With that the trio reunited and looked over Cort's fake video, looking properly amateur as Cort threw in some stumbles and shook his camera around to give off the effect that he was properly frightened by Wad'e. More importantly there were plenty of shots of Wad'e opening fire on Jango, looking for all the world as though a clone trooper was trying to assassinate one of their own.
"Alright, looks like we nailed it on the first try," Cort said after looking it over. "Any objections, Mand'alor?"
"None that I can see," Jango said after playing it over a couple of times to be sure. "Let's set the holonet on fire."
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Day 2
Armand Isard's Apartment, Courscant
Armand sighed in resignation as he looked over the report that he'd taken home over the CI trooper scandal that had suddenly erupted on the holonet. While he was fairly certain that the video had been faked and that it had spread just a bit too quickly across the holonet, all he knew was that people were starting to ask uncomfortable questions about the CI troopers in general as well as the concept of clones deserting from the GAR.
Still, it was nothing he couldn't solve. As he started up his personal computer he was already beginning to form a plan of how to best discredit and suppress the news...
That was when he heard the door to his apartment open. Without hesitating he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a holdout pistol, beginning to quietly make his way towards the entrance. This was hardly the first time an assassin was sent to try and kill him, though even so it was odd that-
Armand's thought process was cut off as he saw a blur of motion out of the corner of his eye, and before he could turn and raise his pistol in time to kill the intruder it was blasted out of his hands, followed by a bolt hitting him in his flank and knocking him to the floor. As he groaned in pain he looked up to see a figure in CI armor looming above him, a pistol pointed straight at his head.
"...Palpatine or Ciaran?" Armand spat out, his breathing increasingly ragged. "You have to be working for one of them. You wouldn't have managed to get this far without either of their help or had the nerve to pull the trigger on me without one of them backing you, and I'm too well-shielded from Dooku."
"Irrelevant," the armored figure replied, their voice heavily modulated.
"Haaah...well, what are you waiting-"
Armand's eyes widened before he started to chuckle bitterly. "Ahhh, so that's what you're doing," he said, realizing that there was probably one camera in his apartment that would "conveniently" capture the image of a CI trooper firing the killing shot. "Clever. A shame I have to be the victim, but I can't help but admire what you're about to do."
"You are remarkably calm, given that you are about to die."
"The Isards make their own luck. It may take a generation, but Ysa-"
The sound of a blaster bolt impacting flesh echoed through the apartment. The armored figure quickly checked over it to make sure his task was complete before exiting, leaving behind Armand's body.
Unbeknownst to him, a young girl made her way out of the closet and looked at the body of her father.
And in that moment a seed of vengeance was planted in Ysanne Isard's icy heart...
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Day 3
Cryptanalysis Department, Senate Bureau of Intelligence Central
Jorda Veir had never been a more terrified Bothan than in the moment she walked into the Cryptanalysis Department building for the final time.
She'd enjoyed a cozy job up until that point, riding high off of both the salary that Republic Intelligence was paying her as well as the generous pay from the Abyss Watchers for ensuring that her work within RI would make its way into their hands in due time.
That ended once she'd gotten a package with a datastick and a message:
"Bring this to work with you. Insert it into the computer you use, and a program installed on it will do the hard work. From there, you will return home where our people will be waiting to escort you off-planet. Failure is unacceptable, and we will know if you have failed."
That was stressful enough, but SIB Central had erupted into pandemonium after news had hit that Armand Isard - the Director himself - had been assassinated in his own home. She knew that the chaos was meant to be a distraction for her, and if anything it was better than she expected as she found that the room her workstation was completely empty. Sighing in slight relief she glanced around and made sure no cameras were on her before she booted up her computer and inserted her datastick, seeing a progress bar pop up on her screen...
While she wasn't interrupted, Jorda was constantly hearing sounds of enraged shouting echo around her - while she wasn't able to make out what anyone was saying in particular she was certain that people were starting to try and redirect blame for Armand's assassination or make power plays in the wake of his death.
If she wasn't preoccupied as it were she would probably have been doing the same.
Once the program finished its work, Jorda recovered the datastick and started to make her way out of the building only to be confronted by a coworker whose name she hadn't bothered to remember, but the look of near insanity in the Weequay's eyes was hard to miss.
"Jorda! Why are you leaving!? We have a chance to become kings among the rest of these-"
She shoved him out of the way and tried to make her way towards the door, only to be blocked by the stern visage of her supervisor. Though he hid it well, he had a similar look of madness in his eyes.
"Jorda...I just wanted to let you know that I've always valued your work greatly, and that I have faith in you during these troubling times. If you're willing to support me, I'll make sure that you're duly rewarded once I'm able to-"
"I-I have to go!" Jorda shouted, now starting to actively panic and bolt for the exit as she felt an indescribable pressure beginning to push down on her. Everything started to blur around her as she ran as fast as she could-
The next thing she knew she was back in her apartment facing down another Bothan dressed in a stylish suit and wearing dark shades, looking incredibly self-assured even as Jorda started to panic.
"Well well well, you managed to get out of the madhouse in one piece. So you still have the stick?"
Jorda nodded rapidly, quickly grabbing it and shoving it into her counterpart's hands as though it were explosive.
"Very nice. I wasn't sure about this whole thing at first, but I can't exactly argue with results," he said as a holoscreen behind him broadcasted news about Armand's assassination and described how he was apparently killed by one of his own men. "So, today's officially your lucky day since you'll be leaving this rock for the next ever."
"W-who are you?"
"Before I tell you, why don't we move this conversation to someplace more comfortable?" he said as he threw an arm around the visibly shaking Jorda, guiding her outside and into the passenger seats of an airspeeder. Once they entered it started to move without a word from anyone, hurtling through the skyline of Coruscant towards an unknown destination.
"So, the name's Gulan Terrek," he said to Jorda as he passed her a credstick, her eyes widening slightly. "And for starters, you're now a very wealthy young woman. But that's just the start of the generous 'retirement package' we're giving you..."
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Day 4
Kyrimorut, Mandalore
"...And back to our top story, protests have continued over the actions of the Covert Operations branch of Republic Intelligence after an anonymous whistleblower revealed their standing orders to, quote, 'terminate any deserters with extreme prejudice...'"
The news report continued in the background as holoimages of Seti and Bail looked at Jango with barely hidden expressions of disbelief.
"I must admit that I underestimated you, Mand'alor," Seti said to Jango as Bail shook his head slightly.
"I've got to agree with Seti here. RI is in shambles at this point after what you've pulled. The military intelligence branch should recover in due time, but their political power has been completely destroyed."
"You do realize what this means though. There will be repercussions for what you've done," Seti coldly pointed out.
"Well, now Palpatine has one less vector to get at us," Jango retorted. "Granted, he probably has plenty of other spies and moles and the like, but getting actual actionable intel for the rest of his co-conspirators is going to be much harder for him from now on. And besides, from what I understand you should be happy to see him gone."
"That I am - he was one of the two people responsible for trying to destroy my future," Seti replied, his voice icy. "I will not deny that there is considerable satisfaction in knowing that he is dead and that everything he built has come to ruin. But we cannot afford to ignore the consequences of what has been accomplished in the past few days. Ashgad out."
With that Seti's holoimage faded away, and after a deep sigh from him Bail's faded away as well. With that resolved Jango went looking for Kal, who had conspicuously not been attending the meeting...
Only to find him just outside Kyrimorut's main dwelling, staring into the distance.
"Kal." "Mand'alor."
"Some mess we made, eh?" Kal said quietly. "Still, after seeing what he's been doing to our boys Armand deserved every bit of it. And now I know that they aren't going to be shot in the back for wanting to get away from a war they have no stake in."
"Are you still worried about what's going to happen next?"
Kal shrugged. "If this is the reward I get for being a pawn-"
"I'm content to play along," Jango finished, perfectly understanding Kal's sentiment. In response the grizzled warrior sighed before tossing a datastick over to Jango.
"The back door to the Treasury. ...I've got no good reason to keep the damn thing from her anymore, and honestly I don't care about what she does with it at this point. As far as I'm concerned the Republic can go to hell."
"Haven't you heard? By the time we're done there's probably not going to be a Republic anymore, or at least nothing that resembles the Republic of now," Jango flatly replied. "They've been talking about it more openly the past few months, and given that we've openly crippled a part of the government that hides corruption and the like, it's pretty clear that there's not going to be much left standing afterwards."
"Heh, if you ask me the di'kutse have had it coming for a while now."
"I can't say I disagree."
Rewards: Armand Isard assassinated and major chaos created within Republic Intelligence along with considerable public outrage towards the organization. Other effects to be determined as time passes. Kal Skirata surrenders his back door to the Republic Treasury. Also Ysanne has sworn to avenge the Isard name by any means necessary, but that probably won't be a problem for another 10-ish years. It's fine.
AN: It's here! Been busier lately and that delayed things but it's here now.
Not much to say. Want to have a much better second anniversary message written up later this evening.
That's all. Enjoy and stuff.
Jango closed his eyes in contemplation, going over the options in his mind. Though as he did a pattern began to emerge, a realization that the concepts presented to him were not mutually exclusive...
It could work. He had the resources, he had the people, putting them all together made sense...
His eyes snapped open, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"We'd be limiting ourselves if we just chose one of the suggested plans," Jango began to explain. "The fact of the matter is that no matter what we do we're going to draw a lot of ire from Palpatine. So...we can't afford half measures."
"A multi-layered assault," Seti commented, nodding in agreement as he realized what Jango was suggesting. "A plan that involves many moving parts though-"
"Not necessarily. This is the kind of plan that can be run in relatively self-contained stages; not only will it help pace things out, but it'll make things more plausible to the general public."
"That...makes sense," Bail said, glancing at Seti before focusing back on Jango. "If there's anything we can do-"
"I've already got the resources I need. Kal and I will handle this ourselves, and it's best if you know less about this."
"Agreed," Seti flatly replied. "Best of luck, Mand'alor."
With that Bail and Seti's holoimages faded out and Kal let out a breath he was unconsciously holding. "We're...we're really doing this, aren't we Jango?" he said quietly. "That look in your eyes..."
Jango nodded silently.
"I'm going to help keep my boys safe. I'm going to protect the ones trying to desert. I'm going to make sure that a gun isn't going to be pointed at their heads," he said rapidly, clenching his fists. "So...why do I feel like I'm walking into a trap!?"
"Because after this there's no turning back."
Kal looked at Jango, who suddenly looked as though he was incredibly exhausted, his eyes distant.
"Up until now you've had the luxury of working against Palpatine without actually crossing him. Sure there's been some light espionage and sabotage, but nothing that would put you on his radar. But now, while it's indirectly you're going to be putting a target on your back." Jango closed his eyes and sighed resignedly, knowing full well that Kal wouldn't back down from this no matter what he said. "Now you understand how I've felt ever since I learned about the real burden of becoming the Mand'alor."
"You're not saying you'd prefer never having the title?" Kal asked, visibly worried.
"No I'm not. When I see the look in Boba's eyes, that's enough to remind me that it's worth it no matter what burdens I have to bear." Jango's eyes refocused squarely on Kal. "And it's enough to remind me that given the choice, I'd rather work with Ciaran than be ground into the dirt under Palpatine."
"We're not that different from the Mandos in the days of the Ultimate, are we?" Kal said resignedly. "Pawns dancing on the strings of others..."
"At least this time around we have the luxury of seeing the rest of the game board," Jango flatly replied. "There's no Sith Lord hiding in some distant star system pulling our strings."
Only the one right in front of us...
But at the same time if a future for the Mandalorians...a future for Boba is what I get for playing along, then I think I'm content with being a pawn for now.
"We're getting off track," Jango declared, placing his hands on the table in front of him. "Now then, the plan's going to work in three phases..."
Day 1
Agomar
"Both of you in position?" Jango asked over the comms.
"Roger." "Confirmed."
"The less takes we go through the less likely we are to get picked up by any unwanted visitors. Remember, it needs to be choppy enough to look real but coherent enough that it can't be denied."
"You know, when I joined the Cuy'val Dar I didn't imagine I'd be getting into show business," Wad'e Tay'haai quipped as Jango saw him check over his Covert Ops armor and sniper rifle one last time. "Nor did I expect to be ordered to open fire on the Mand'alor himself."
"Hey, at least he's wearing armor," Cort Davin shot back, brushing a layer of dirt onto his clothes to make him look "authentically ragged" for his role as a civilian who stumbled onto the scene and saw a little too much. "I have to trust that you're not going to shoot out one of my eyes."
"Alright, enough complaining," Jango ordered, checking over his fake Phase II armor. "On my mark. Three. Two. One. Mark!"
"Action!" Wad'e commented as Jango began to slowly move forward through the surrounding area, smoke hovering in the distance over a blasted field covered in craters. He glanced around him almost constantly - while he was hardly nervous he had plenty of visual references for someone trying to lie low and make their way out of a hot zone.
After a moment and as Jango started to wonder whether Wad'e was actually paying attention he heard the sound of a sniper rifle firing and felt the bolt graze the side of his helmet, as though Wad'e had just barely missed his shot. Without hesitating Jango began to run for cover, dodging the increasingly rapid and only barely inaccurate shots from Wad'e.
As he managed to get into cover, he turned to see Cort slowly making his way out from Wad'e's firing zone. He had been very clear that if Cort was seen, the "take" would have to be scrapped since there was no way a CO trooper would let him live and he had no armor to protect himself. To his credit Cort managed to get away "undetected," and as Jango started to break away himself Wad'e fired a few more shots at him for effect and to make sure that Cort's audio was properly authentic.
"And cut," Wad'e said over the comms. "Cort's gotten far enough away from what I can tell."
"Confirmed. Audio had gone quiet."
With that the trio reunited and looked over Cort's fake video, looking properly amateur as Cort threw in some stumbles and shook his camera around to give off the effect that he was properly frightened by Wad'e. More importantly there were plenty of shots of Wad'e opening fire on Jango, looking for all the world as though a clone trooper was trying to assassinate one of their own.
"Alright, looks like we nailed it on the first try," Cort said after looking it over. "Any objections, Mand'alor?"
"None that I can see," Jango said after playing it over a couple of times to be sure. "Let's set the holonet on fire."
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Day 2
Armand Isard's Apartment, Courscant
Armand sighed in resignation as he looked over the report that he'd taken home over the CI trooper scandal that had suddenly erupted on the holonet. While he was fairly certain that the video had been faked and that it had spread just a bit too quickly across the holonet, all he knew was that people were starting to ask uncomfortable questions about the CI troopers in general as well as the concept of clones deserting from the GAR.
Still, it was nothing he couldn't solve. As he started up his personal computer he was already beginning to form a plan of how to best discredit and suppress the news...
That was when he heard the door to his apartment open. Without hesitating he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a holdout pistol, beginning to quietly make his way towards the entrance. This was hardly the first time an assassin was sent to try and kill him, though even so it was odd that-
Armand's thought process was cut off as he saw a blur of motion out of the corner of his eye, and before he could turn and raise his pistol in time to kill the intruder it was blasted out of his hands, followed by a bolt hitting him in his flank and knocking him to the floor. As he groaned in pain he looked up to see a figure in CI armor looming above him, a pistol pointed straight at his head.
"...Palpatine or Ciaran?" Armand spat out, his breathing increasingly ragged. "You have to be working for one of them. You wouldn't have managed to get this far without either of their help or had the nerve to pull the trigger on me without one of them backing you, and I'm too well-shielded from Dooku."
"Irrelevant," the armored figure replied, their voice heavily modulated.
"Haaah...well, what are you waiting-"
Armand's eyes widened before he started to chuckle bitterly. "Ahhh, so that's what you're doing," he said, realizing that there was probably one camera in his apartment that would "conveniently" capture the image of a CI trooper firing the killing shot. "Clever. A shame I have to be the victim, but I can't help but admire what you're about to do."
"You are remarkably calm, given that you are about to die."
"The Isards make their own luck. It may take a generation, but Ysa-"
The sound of a blaster bolt impacting flesh echoed through the apartment. The armored figure quickly checked over it to make sure his task was complete before exiting, leaving behind Armand's body.
Unbeknownst to him, a young girl made her way out of the closet and looked at the body of her father.
And in that moment a seed of vengeance was planted in Ysanne Isard's icy heart...
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Day 3
Cryptanalysis Department, Senate Bureau of Intelligence Central
Jorda Veir had never been a more terrified Bothan than in the moment she walked into the Cryptanalysis Department building for the final time.
She'd enjoyed a cozy job up until that point, riding high off of both the salary that Republic Intelligence was paying her as well as the generous pay from the Abyss Watchers for ensuring that her work within RI would make its way into their hands in due time.
That ended once she'd gotten a package with a datastick and a message:
"Bring this to work with you. Insert it into the computer you use, and a program installed on it will do the hard work. From there, you will return home where our people will be waiting to escort you off-planet. Failure is unacceptable, and we will know if you have failed."
That was stressful enough, but SIB Central had erupted into pandemonium after news had hit that Armand Isard - the Director himself - had been assassinated in his own home. She knew that the chaos was meant to be a distraction for her, and if anything it was better than she expected as she found that the room her workstation was completely empty. Sighing in slight relief she glanced around and made sure no cameras were on her before she booted up her computer and inserted her datastick, seeing a progress bar pop up on her screen...
While she wasn't interrupted, Jorda was constantly hearing sounds of enraged shouting echo around her - while she wasn't able to make out what anyone was saying in particular she was certain that people were starting to try and redirect blame for Armand's assassination or make power plays in the wake of his death.
If she wasn't preoccupied as it were she would probably have been doing the same.
Once the program finished its work, Jorda recovered the datastick and started to make her way out of the building only to be confronted by a coworker whose name she hadn't bothered to remember, but the look of near insanity in the Weequay's eyes was hard to miss.
"Jorda! Why are you leaving!? We have a chance to become kings among the rest of these-"
She shoved him out of the way and tried to make her way towards the door, only to be blocked by the stern visage of her supervisor. Though he hid it well, he had a similar look of madness in his eyes.
"Jorda...I just wanted to let you know that I've always valued your work greatly, and that I have faith in you during these troubling times. If you're willing to support me, I'll make sure that you're duly rewarded once I'm able to-"
"I-I have to go!" Jorda shouted, now starting to actively panic and bolt for the exit as she felt an indescribable pressure beginning to push down on her. Everything started to blur around her as she ran as fast as she could-
The next thing she knew she was back in her apartment facing down another Bothan dressed in a stylish suit and wearing dark shades, looking incredibly self-assured even as Jorda started to panic.
"Well well well, you managed to get out of the madhouse in one piece. So you still have the stick?"
Jorda nodded rapidly, quickly grabbing it and shoving it into her counterpart's hands as though it were explosive.
"Very nice. I wasn't sure about this whole thing at first, but I can't exactly argue with results," he said as a holoscreen behind him broadcasted news about Armand's assassination and described how he was apparently killed by one of his own men. "So, today's officially your lucky day since you'll be leaving this rock for the next ever."
"W-who are you?"
"Before I tell you, why don't we move this conversation to someplace more comfortable?" he said as he threw an arm around the visibly shaking Jorda, guiding her outside and into the passenger seats of an airspeeder. Once they entered it started to move without a word from anyone, hurtling through the skyline of Coruscant towards an unknown destination.
"So, the name's Gulan Terrek," he said to Jorda as he passed her a credstick, her eyes widening slightly. "And for starters, you're now a very wealthy young woman. But that's just the start of the generous 'retirement package' we're giving you..."
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Day 4
Kyrimorut, Mandalore
"...And back to our top story, protests have continued over the actions of the Covert Operations branch of Republic Intelligence after an anonymous whistleblower revealed their standing orders to, quote, 'terminate any deserters with extreme prejudice...'"
The news report continued in the background as holoimages of Seti and Bail looked at Jango with barely hidden expressions of disbelief.
"I must admit that I underestimated you, Mand'alor," Seti said to Jango as Bail shook his head slightly.
"I've got to agree with Seti here. RI is in shambles at this point after what you've pulled. The military intelligence branch should recover in due time, but their political power has been completely destroyed."
"You do realize what this means though. There will be repercussions for what you've done," Seti coldly pointed out.
"Well, now Palpatine has one less vector to get at us," Jango retorted. "Granted, he probably has plenty of other spies and moles and the like, but getting actual actionable intel for the rest of his co-conspirators is going to be much harder for him from now on. And besides, from what I understand you should be happy to see him gone."
"That I am - he was one of the two people responsible for trying to destroy my future," Seti replied, his voice icy. "I will not deny that there is considerable satisfaction in knowing that he is dead and that everything he built has come to ruin. But we cannot afford to ignore the consequences of what has been accomplished in the past few days. Ashgad out."
With that Seti's holoimage faded away, and after a deep sigh from him Bail's faded away as well. With that resolved Jango went looking for Kal, who had conspicuously not been attending the meeting...
Only to find him just outside Kyrimorut's main dwelling, staring into the distance.
"Kal." "Mand'alor."
"Some mess we made, eh?" Kal said quietly. "Still, after seeing what he's been doing to our boys Armand deserved every bit of it. And now I know that they aren't going to be shot in the back for wanting to get away from a war they have no stake in."
"Are you still worried about what's going to happen next?"
Kal shrugged. "If this is the reward I get for being a pawn-"
"I'm content to play along," Jango finished, perfectly understanding Kal's sentiment. In response the grizzled warrior sighed before tossing a datastick over to Jango.
"The back door to the Treasury. ...I've got no good reason to keep the damn thing from her anymore, and honestly I don't care about what she does with it at this point. As far as I'm concerned the Republic can go to hell."
"Haven't you heard? By the time we're done there's probably not going to be a Republic anymore, or at least nothing that resembles the Republic of now," Jango flatly replied. "They've been talking about it more openly the past few months, and given that we've openly crippled a part of the government that hides corruption and the like, it's pretty clear that there's not going to be much left standing afterwards."
"Heh, if you ask me the di'kutse have had it coming for a while now."
"I can't say I disagree."
Rewards: Armand Isard assassinated and major chaos created within Republic Intelligence along with considerable public outrage towards the organization. Other effects to be determined as time passes. Kal Skirata surrenders his back door to the Republic Treasury. Also Ysanne has sworn to avenge the Isard name by any means necessary, but that probably won't be a problem for another 10-ish years. It's fine.
AN: It's here! Been busier lately and that delayed things but it's here now.
Not much to say. Want to have a much better second anniversary message written up later this evening.
That's all. Enjoy and stuff.
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Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
PANIC!
A Named Character has marked us down! For a vengeance plot no less!
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
One more wound.
Another one Bites za Dusto!
Another one Bites za Dusto!
Da little girl is gonna be trouble. Recruit her or mind whammy her, otherwise we will have have adventuerz kicking in our doors in a few years. Remember, in Star Wars, Sasuke always wins. Plus we are Sith, Revenge is the number 1 cause of Sith deaths in all history.
Also, I think the public reaction is underrated, the republic is filled with conspiracy theorists. This should've broken the bank for them, flooding ALL the media with them.
Also, I think the public reaction is underrated, the republic is filled with conspiracy theorists. This should've broken the bank for them, flooding ALL the media with them.
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...Excuse me for a moment while I...
rofl:rofl:Ahem. Sorry about that. In case anyone was wondering, yes, Kal Skirata just handed over the keys to the kingdom, pretty literally. That back-door to the Republic Treasury means a) we're now in a position to steal practically everything, and b)
Basically: the money is nice, the information is nicer, but the infrastructure is to die for. Worth it.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Ah, that's a shame...hopefully this time she doesn't get a SSD to hide under Imperial Palace.
- Location
- Germany
No, treason is.
Revenge is a close second though, I guess.
- Location
- Ireland
She is gonna pull a Boba.
Most Sith belive they have legitimate reasons to betray other Sith, almost always being one subtype or component of a revenge plot.
This is muddied because some Sith are very unlikely to wait till they are betrayed by other Sith, leading to a whole mess as betrayals and plots that did not exist before form beacuse of their initiative, just making the sitiuation worse as more betrayals happen and more revenge is taken.
This is muddied because some Sith are very unlikely to wait till they are betrayed by other Sith, leading to a whole mess as betrayals and plots that did not exist before form beacuse of their initiative, just making the sitiuation worse as more betrayals happen and more revenge is taken.
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- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
We aren't sith, we betrayed the Jedi and the sith teachings for our own path!
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So, equal-opportunity betrayals for maximum pragmatism?
Double the revenge.
Sasuke factor=×2.
Darrenb209
"Who are you, who do not know your history?"
- Location
- Scotland
Barring this quest changing her or us failing, odds were we were always going to have to put a bullet in her head. Even if it happened post quest.
She's the one who had a SSD launched from under Coruscant's "Surface", devastating an immense amount of terrain and killing millions.
As well as being the future director of Imp Intelligence.
Ultimately, she was the ideal competent Imperial, with all that entails.
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Ysanne is 11-ish right now, don't worry. Any revenge plots from her wouldn't kick off for another few years.
Well that and she's the kind of person fully willing to play the long game when it comes to revenge.
I rate Ysanne's thirst for vengeance at four out of five Saskues
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
Oh well, if the QM says it's fine, who am I to argue with that?
Varder
Tired Cultist
- Location
- Hell
Sure. I don't see why it shouldn't be fine. It's not like there are fast ways to power for emotionally powerfull and dark people in this universe, right?
- Location
- USA
So be honest is Ysanne angry that her father was murdered and she misses him or just that someone did it before she could. Having said that we will need to eliminate her in the future and actually see the body and make sure it is not a clone given the trouble she can become in the future
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Because the QM just gave us a fiat "Stop worrying so much."
Darrenb209
"Who are you, who do not know your history?"
- Location
- Scotland
It's not revenge for her father, it's revenge for the name. Update says so.
Which makes sense, considering she had her father killed because she gained from it in old canon.
Specifically, a mission went bad, she managed to twist it to blame her father for treason and the situation went from a minor loss of face to head of Imp Intelligence.
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- Location
- USA
She does not have the force strength necessary for that route.
- Location
- United States
Does she know it was us though?