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“Captain.” was the simple greeting from Commander Versio. The atmosphere was nothing but professional, exactly as it should be. With a crisp salute which was quickly returned, and a quick gesture to the seat at the desk, the pair sit down in Justicia’s Readyroom
“I apologise for not greeting you when you came onboard, Commander, but things have been quite busy. I’ll make this brief. Your team is required to hit an organisation of pirates that have heavy links to the Rebellion. They all but openly support them, and are targeting Imperial Military convoys with ruthless efficiency - this has to stop. These people are smart, they’ve eluded us so far and I do not have a habit of letting my targets slip away. We think they’ve been trained by Commander DT-4261. Until recently, she was an instructor in the Death Trooper programme. If she is with them, she must be taken out as well, otherwise we’ll have this exact problem on our hands in a matter of weeks, if not sooner.”
Iden took this all in carefully, studying each little bit. A traitorous Death Trooper? Well, that was cause for concern indeed. “Do you have their locations?” The Commander asked, raising a slight brow.
“We do and will guide you to them. The Justicia will play escort and fire support as is needed. We can depart immediately, and be at the first coordinates within four hours. At most, this entire Operation shouldn’t take more than 48. And of course, a copy of the mission brief will be given.”
“We’ll get started immediately, Captain.” With that, the very brief briefing was concluded, just how Captain Tarunt preferred it. She wasn’t lying when she had said things had been busy. As they both left the Ready Room, Iden spared a glance to the bridge, noticing a distinct lack of a 6′4 Officer, carefully pacing up and down the hallway of the Bridge. A sight she had grown used to on the Justicia. “Captain, forgive my curiosity but is your XO still present?” Neither of them had expected the question, and Iden had failed to hold her curiosity when she had noticed it.
“No.” Was Elena’s initial answer. Brief and to the point as she looked to the Bridge. “Commander Alquesta was Killed In Action defending this vessel.” Not a lie at all, and the sadness Elena felt from it was all too real.
The next four hours proceeded with nothing of note. Inferno Squad prepared themselves and so did Captain Tarunt and her ship. Things were tense as this group had eluded them for so long. But no longer.
When they arrived, the battle was swift and bloody. The Victory Class hit like a hammer, its ion cannons disabling most defences. Inferno Squad went in like a scalpel, ripping out the heart of the operation. It wasn’t long before the operation was well and truly underway.
The next one went without a hitch, and the next. And the next. Soon, just 36 hours later, and the last installation fell. Among the bodies, DT-4261 was identified. Strange, Commander Versio thought. It wasn’t much of a fight from her. Whilst Captain Tarunt was right, they were well trained, something had just seemed a little off with them. Like they weren’t expecting the Imperials to be knocking on their doors.
However, like good Soldiers, they returned to the Justicia and reported their success. Captain Tarunt met them at the hangar bay to debrief them.
“You have done great work, Commander. All of you, in fact. Have done a great service. Soon we can start reparations on the damage this group has caused. Your next orders, are to regroup with Admiral Versio. He has, apparently, something special planned and wishes Inferno Squad to be at its head.” And then it hit her. Like a hammer. The cost of letting your guard down for one second, in a place you thought was home. The Stormtroopers patrolling the hangar bay catwalks, up and down the hangar itself. The deckhands working away. Even Captain herself, now had blasters in hand. There was no explanation, there was no warning, no go signal that they knew of. Just the firing of blasters. Only one shot was fired back. Hask, reacting just quick enough to bring his blaster to bear before firing. Unfortunately for him he was hit right before he managed to squeeze the trigger, causing the shot to go wide.
“Right. Inform General Madine that Inferno Squad have been dealt with.” Elena ordered with just a sigh in reaction at the butchering that just occured.
“With this character’s death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created.”