He glares back at Cameleus. "After your interrogation, yes." He was stunned from what Tar had told him, and immediately sent a communication to General Terrick. "Come to Czerka Corporation Office. Now." @Skyicewolf
Rickard chuckles to himself. Is this man seriously pleading for his life. Oh, he was hiding so much, and he knew it. But he couldn't show his hand to Cameleus just yet. "Well, I think it would be better to do it in a holding cell. Take him away." He looked back at the crowd of stunned people. "What are you looking at, get back to your business." He walked over to his secretary Lara. Rickard was happy. He would now discover the truth of everything, and present it to General Terrik, and then the Imperials would finally destroy the Rebel scum. "Well Lara, I believe you had something to inform me of?"
Cameleus said to the guy who had his stuff "Shine my blade every day, its must be shiny or it wont as great as it now."
Cameleus was pushed in a cell, he sat on the bed in the cell and thought more of his plan "I hope Tar will be alright..."
"Redd, you ever heard 'you can never run from your past'? Well it's true." Zeth gets up and closes his trunk of memories. He then throws Redd a holodisk. "Do you know the story how the Republic fell? With a roar cheers and the slaughter of the jedis. When it happen I was out hunting down a droid battilion in a thick forest with militia and clones. Do you know where my children were?"
The assignment was pretty straight forward. It was however extremely different from anything he had done outside his military service. An anonymous source had requested information on Mos Eisleys defense capabilities. They must have gone through a series of middle men to find him, but Zan was the perfect candidate for the job. He was going to find the weakest points of the city and Imperial complexes within. He would observe the guards and patrol’s from a distance. See where most of the heavy weaponry was most tightly concentrated. Zan doubted the Imperials were behind this. Even though they did do this quite often they mostly used internal specialists to asses the weak spots in their defences, but it wasn't unheard off that they hired externals to see if they could pick up something they hadn't. Most likely it was one of the various cartel’s that wanted the information so they could show the Imperials, that harassing them to much could become very costly very quickly. Zan highly doubted that a rebel cell was behind this, since they usually weren’t very organized or well funded. Zan looked at the 15000 credits that had come with the envelope. Rebels defiantly didn't have this sort of money to toss around especially if they were hiring more than one operator. As long as Zan got payed he didn't particularly care who he was providing information for. He had started by traveling out of the city and observing it from a distance. Through the high power electronic scope of his DC-15A he was able to count the number of major patrols with relative ease. This part of the job was safest and the most simple, he was done within a few hours. On the grand scale of things getting into Mos Eisly wouldn't be hard as there were no city walls around the new quarter, and the on around the old quarter was crumbling and in a state of decay. Of course as with all cities the urban fighting is what made them so hard to capture and in an Imperial cities case it was the highly trained stormtroopers who made sure that the attacker would have to fight for every inch of ground. Though the reason Zan was hired was not to state the obvious. He was also supposed to recon the main Imperial stronghold in the city. Zan was lying on top of a four story building located Roughly 700m from the reinforced walls of the Imperial stronghold. Zan was using the enhanced zoom his old ARF trooper helmet provided. Zan didn't have his blaster rifle with him. He was surveying the area with the highest concentration of Imperial officers, and even the general in command of Mos Eisley and most of the planet was stationed here (@Skyicewolf). If he was caught with a blaster rifle pointed even in the general direction of the stronghold/officer-retreat he would be dead within seconds. Zan didn't fancy himself against a squad of stromtroopers in a firefight let alone an entire garrison. Hell even one stormtrooper would be more than a match for him if the stormtrooper got close enough. He'd rather be caught alive without a blaster and sent to imprisonment, than to be caught dead with one. He was wearing his clone trooper ARF armor. If he was caught, he would undergo some serious questioning on how he obtained it. They most likely wouldn't believe him if he told them he used to fight for the republic. He would have to wait until they could dig out an old scanner an scan his built in dog tags. Zan forced himself to focus on the task at hand instead of thinking about what-ifs. It was getting dark, Zan had done about about all the recon he could have done. He didn't bother moving as he wrote up his report on a tiny touch tablet. It took Zan an hour to write the short report. Since he wasn't quite sure who he was sending it to, he included as much detail as possible. He recommended various IED points that could deal allot of damage to imperial patrols careful to include how Imperials could avoid this if it turned out he was working for them. In his reports conclusion Zan stated that for a force to successfully take control over Mos Eisley without active civilian support, they would have to outnumber the Imperial force 7-1 and neutralize any star destroyers in orbit to nullify air support. For a smooth takeover Zan recommended 20-1 odds against the Imperials. Zan made sure to stress that these odds took into account that the attacking force was consistent of professional soldiers and did not take into account which sides the majority of armed civilians took as that could drasticly change the odds. He also commented on that the Imperials were currently a bit short on heavy armored vehicles. He pressed the send button and the report was transferd to a Twil'ek who further spread it to various rebel cells (zan was unaware of this). If they read the rapport they would find that it would be impossible for them to obtain the city without the civilian populations help. Zan sat upright and looked out at the sprawling shit hole of a city. It was still pretty beautiful compared to his home world of Dathomir, especially at night. Suddenly Zan heard footsteps from behind him. Someone was coming up the staircase to the roof. It was to late for Zan to react and it wasn't long before a dark figure emerged through a doorway that lead to the roof. It was a human wearing an Imperial militias uniform. Although not nearly as well trained or professional as a stormtrooper the militia man was drilled enough to recognize a threat when he saw one. Zan covered head to toe in light combat armor that looked very similar to Imperial scout trooper armor. Triggered the mans combat training. He drew his blaster pistol with a remarkable speed. “Hands on your head, then turn around” He orderd. Zan complied careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle the inexperienced militia man. Had the man been a stormtrooper or had been smart enough to call for backup Zan would have had no chance to do what he was planning. As the militia got close enough behind Zan and began pating him down with one hand with the other on the blaster pressed into Zan's back. It had been a long time since Zan had preformed a disarm but the many hours of training a day in ARF unit had made muscle memory connections with his brain. With a quick turn using his hip muscles he forced the blaster away from his back. Zan the used the momentum to smash the militias face with his elbow. The militia man fell down screaming. Zan began running down the stairs. A singular stormtrooper was on his way up. But Zan had surprise on his side as he tackled the stormtrooper before he could draw his blas tec rifle. They both tumbled down the rest of the stairs together. Once they hit the ground floor, Zan got up and ran out into the streets before the dazed stormtrooper gave chase, followed by some other Imperials. Zan pushed himself through the thick crowds in the dark street, desperate to get as far away from his pursuers as possible so he could disappear into one of the many side streets. Being Dathomiri Zan was generally faster than humans but the thick crowd was negating his advantage. OOC: might bump into some of you guys.
OOC: Russian Guy, Lord Zell, I'm tired of your short, one-liner posts that take a page to do what could be done in one post each. This is not a chat room, this is a roleplay. If you can't understand that, maybe you shouldn't be in this. IC: You need to come to Czerka Headquarters. Now. The General's comm unit flashed, and repeated the sentence. The commander at Czerka seemed to think he was very tough, ordering around the Imperial Garrison commander. Maybe he needed to be taught a lesson, say, a bombing run? No, Czerka was a large supplier of weapons, unfortunately. He, instead of going to the headquarters, just ordered a semi-secure holo channel to talk to the Czerka commander. The transparisteel window he had, flickered on with a blue loading screen, with dots moving back and forth, calling the other commander. He made a preemptive message, to be recieved as soon as the link was secure, saying, "What is it you need, Rickard? And by the way, if you ever order me to do anything, I'll blow up your facilities, and kill you. Continue?"
General Terrik was momentarily intterupted by a call coming from the comm unit in his ear. He waved for the screen to be blinded, so the other man couldn't see him, and he listened in. "Commander, we have reports of a man trying to scout us out. We got a stormtrooper to locate him for us, but he's inside a fairly crowded area. We do have sight of him." The General thought for a moment, and then said, "Circle the whole area, don't let anyone in or out. Make sure you continue to monitor his position with our satellites, and send up a gunship to track him. I want him brought to me alive." He could almost instantly start to hear the whine of a gunship, and the hustle of troopers, all going out to deal with him. There would be about 300 troopers circling the area, and the gunship would keep constant track of him. He was strobed with satellite images of the area. The General got back to his call.
OCC:Haven't you read any of my other posts? They are all of comparable length. It's because i don't post as frequently, and i have a fetish for long texts.
Cameleus thought to himself, "Im screwed no matter what i do, the only was it that my interrigation goes in my favor, than i might have a chance" Cameleus body is tense, he a-bit afraid but mostly calm in terms of whats going on. He remember his pass life as a stormtrooper and rebel, and also his childhood and teenhood. Cameleus misses his home town.
Cameleus felt something in his back pocket, he reached in and it was a holopicture of when Cameleus was 16, in the picture was his four best friends and his girlfriend, Tera. He remember all the good times back then before he was drafted. He shred a tear and say "Il come back,one day Tera" and he put the picture on his chest, thanking the soldier for not taking it.
Rickard was startled by the General's hostile greeting, and for several seconds panicked, and feared that his life was now at risk. But he regained his composure, and responded. "Sorry General, it won't happen again. I have asked to meet with you over former Capain Tar. I had suspicions over where his loyalty lay after his discharge, and feared for my life, sending guards to my office and having a bomb team clear it. I also came to my office and discovered that he was there, and several of my collegues have now told me that he in fact entered my personal office, and he had a blaster when he entered. So I ordered he be put in one of our holding cells, where he is right now, being guarded, abd as he was being escorted there, he told me something rather startling. He said that I should start supporting the rebels, and I should make him (Tar) one of my employees.' And I refused. So what do you think General?"
Cameleus heard the guards about the general being here, He thought his life is now at stake if the general found out he killed a stormtrooper for his armor.
The General thought for a moment, pondering the mans words. Captain Tar was obviously going to be more of a threat to him if he was going around trying to convince people to join the Rebels. "I want you to Exile him into the desert, or execute him in your courtyard. Good day." He said, turning off the screen and getting out of his chair.
