(The call of war sounded throughout the cramped quarters of the AT-AT. Heavy angry klaxons and flashing red lights hit off against the naked face of the General. A loud pounding was heard, the Mon Calamari answering with concussive missles. Harrigan walked slowly forwarduntil he could see out the main viewscreen, and saw one of Rogue Squadron's X-Wing's come streaking toward him...)
(And he snapped his head up off the bed, beads of sweat flying along.)
(He looked to the side, to the cieling and the floor, and sighed relief.)
(Since the attack on Mon Calamari had been called off and his groups defection, Harrigan had been off the active duty roster. He had given his home base of Votra's to the wife of the late Sith Ahnk, who had been in contact with him and Lord Dio during the planning of the assault agains the alien-loving New Republic. He had made her, and her Admiral Mott a promise that he would always be ready to assist.)
(A communication had come from Druckenwell calling his bluff.)
(He had been living in a Corellian slum, under the rule of the New Republic. They had left housing and district concerns to the sectional government, and Harrigan had given the remnants of the Imperiums fleet for a humans-only section he could live and work in. Never the less, aliens were a constant annoyance and Harrigan had often considered leaving. So when he came home one day and found a letter from Anderson Mott giving him an account number, false passport, and instructions to purchase a home on Chandrilla, he had left Corellia and it's dirty, acrid smoke behind and moved to the planet he ahd been instructed to, and lived off the account, which seemed never emptying, without having to work for months now.)
(His thought process was intereupted as the loud knocking resumed.)
(He got up, threw on a hat, and went to the door. He opened it to see a Duro courier, holding a package of some size with a taped on letter. In his other hand was a clipboard. He looked at Harrigan, whose face was concealed by the shadow of the hat and the door, and down at the clipboard.)
"Frank Harrigan?"
(He nodded. So much for the hat.)
"Sign here please."
(He said as he pressed forth the clipboard. Harrigan signed it and returned it, and the Duro gave him the package.)
"Have a nice day, General."
(General? He thought to himself as he closed the door. Only a few people knew he was here, and fewer would have called him General. He was certianly curious to as the contents of the package.)
(That he opened first. Tearing off the tape and then one of sides of the paper board box, he rulled from it his helmet, the one he had left at Votras to signify his retirement. That he had it now meant one thing.)
(He moved on to the letter.)

(I suppose it could work.)
(The letter from Admiral Mott contained his orders and reading over them he at first did not believe it would work. However, upon further review he had decided it was indeed possible. He would need, however, to call in a few favors.)
(First, there was Izzo.)
(Izzo had been a bodyguard of one of his superiors in the Enclave, one of his financial backers. Izzo had moved on after the dissolution of his group and had joined, or so Harrigan believed, the Chandrillan customs unit. While his job was one of peaceful searching he still had what Harrigan required. He had called him and, within the day, he would be here on the surface, at the end of his shift. Now, something remained.)
(Breakfast.)
(Frank took out his false ID, and put on his synth skin. While not masking his entire face it did provide a large scar, meaning anyone who saw him would undoubtedly mention the scar covering his under eye to his chin, one which Harrigan did not posess. He put on his black flight suit underneath a set of ragged civilan clothes, indicating he was one of Chandrillas slummers. He called for a hover cab to take him to the downtown section of Port H'Avardia, a space port city filled with slummers. He would fit right in.)
(He arrived at his destination and followed along on a short walk to Dine 'N Dash cafe, infamous for it's run in's with the law chasing a fugitive here, or out of here, and had seen several gunfights. Lacking money for refurnishing and renovation, the owner took a gamble that by admitting the shady past of the cafe, it would draw admirers and tourists and earn him a small fortune. Since that time, he had not attempted to remove or repair any of the damaged pieces of his cafe and indeed, the place did gather many a civilan to see the place where "Ace" Alan Aldaric had run from TRE troopers only to board a TNA shuttle that was destroyed in orbit. Stories of the pirate king Murdoch and his death in this cafe were being spoken by the pair at the bar. Harrigan chose a seat in the rear of the establishment, as he had been told to, and waited for the waitress, alone on duty this morning, to serve him.)
(He opened a news paper and began reading. The Rogue Empire had signed a peace treaty with the New Alliance... this was new. Rogue Empire begins hunt for Sith threat to the New Republic and Emperor Fearsons lays down a challenge to Ahnk Rashanagok. Good luck collecting, Fearsons, Harrigan mused to himself since Ahnk had been dead now for at least four years. Chances are this "Sith Threat" was another poor lightside faction such as the Mon Calamarian Fleet who had tried to betray The Rogue Empire. He put the newspaper down, managing to contain his disgust. Propoganda... this Rogue Empire was the same as the two Empires around it, the New Order and it's Republic counterpart. They twisted and bent the news to fit them. Harrigan remembered the news report he had seen on Druckenwell before... Sith Brotherhood forces occupy Almania and begin slaughtering civilans. Ah, the gall of an Empire to admit it killed and did not subjegate conquered peoples. He admired that Ahnk... he would need to inquire with his wife as to who had killed him.)
(Finally, the waitress came to his table with a pot of black, and hot, coffee.)
"Cup of coffee, General?"
(She casually remarked as she laid down a cup and filled it. He could not contain his suprise and she immediatly dropped a menu on the table and continued her speil before he could verbally express his shock.)
"Look over the menu and see if anything catches your eye."
(So doped out by the unexpected calling of his former rank, it took Harrigan a few minutes to see what she meant.)
(He opened the menu. There, on the first poage was the breakfast specials. He remembered back to his orders and read the hidden phrase on the page.)
"In the hanger a block away is a Vibre Shuttle."
(But that was it. He imagined he was to steal the shuttle, but what for? And how? He had no guesses to answer those questions but remembered his orders. He sipped at his coffee while waiting for his waitress to return. When she finally did she smiled at him and flipped open her notepad.)
"Good, the kersiol worked. May I take your order?"
(He remembered back to his orders. He looked back on the menu.)
"Breakfast special number one, and I'd like to see your desrt menu if you could bring one."
(And then his curiousity got the best of him.)
"Kersiol?"
(The waitress frowned at him.)
"Look in the window."
(He did, and was shocked to see what greeted him.)
"How did you..."
"It rebonded the pigments and flooded it with new acids. It's complicated... but... I'll go get you your breakfast, General."
(He looked at himself in the mirror, already missing his black and greying hair. He thought that this browning clonde suited him horribly and he didn't like it at all.)
(When his meal arrived, he noticed it had obviously been preprepared and he immediatly flipped to the desrt menu.)

Fruit Pies: 1.45 ric
Frozen Yoghurt: 0.95 ric
Gandian Coffee: 0.65 ric
Corucant Creme Cake: 2.75 ric
Corelian Creme Coffee: 0.75 ric

(Was written on the first page, along with a description of each item written underneath it and it's price. He needed no more, and immediatly scribbled down what he was instructed to.)

49677

(He waited for the waitress to return. She was obviously waiting for him to eat a sizable chunk of his meal so he ate away. He was quite hungary and as breakfasts went this was more than acceptable. After finishing at least three quarters of his meal Harrigan looked up to see his waitress had returned.)
"This desrt selection is somewhat skimpy... do you have nothing else?"
(She frowned.)
"War, pal. Same everywhere."
(He nodded and added to his scribble.)

49-R-6-LE-77-E

(With that section finished he thanked his waitress, payed, with tip, and left to go meet Izzo.)

"I don't think it would work."
(Harrigan, now in full armor and helmet, minus of course his weapons which would likely draw a large set of police which would derail his plan right then and there, sighed deeply, metallically echoed through the masks speaker system useful for masking his voice. He sat now in the hanger of the shuttle he had been instructed to steal and here was Izzo, his old friend and currently working for TRE security.)
"Can't you just tell them you have a suspicion?"
"No, General. I need evidence."
(Harrigan dropped the case he wa sholding and kicked it to Izzo.)
"What's that?"
(Izzo demanded of him.)
"Evidence."

It's about time!

Yes, the trip had certainly been a long one, and Sarah was finally glad to have Chandrilla in her sights. A small smile crossed Sarah Anderson's lips as she began to approach Chandrilla's atmosphere. Getting to the planet's location was easy enough, but getting her ship and herself approved for landing was an entirely different story. Sarah disliked going through all the check rides, having to make sure everything was under strict regulations. She disliked such procedures for the sheer simple fact that it took so long. She had and wanted to do better things with her time, such as check out the planet.

Half hour later it was smooth sailing for Sarah as she finally set her ship down into one of the many docking port areas of Chandrilla, letting out a cool breath of fresh air as she excited her ship.

"Well that wasn't so bad. Now I might actually have some time for some sight seeing."

She smiled thinly as she made her way out of the docking area and into a world of unknown adventures.

Harrison Matt...Colonel Harrison Matt was currently in the control tower dubbed VP102-39x57...a bit excessive on the lettering, but it was not his choice to put these codes in. He'd memorized every number, every syllable by heart, as well as the names of every person aboard his team, they were all registered to his permanent memory banks deep somewhere inside his mind. The man was only recently promoted to colonel, and given the position as Commander of the Chandrilla Customs Safety Commission, known among the persons working for it as the CCSC, and so far he was doing a remarkable job. In just two weeks he'd captured seven pirates and four crime lords, as well as confiscated hundreds of tons of ammo, spice, illegal droids.

Amidst the bleeps and blurps of the glowing buttons and console screens around the control tower, he found himself trying to concentrate heavily on a report given to him about the Battle of Kessel. Of course, he wasn't <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> supposed<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> to be reading it, but that didn't stop him anyway.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> In a heroic effort to preserve the
Eclipse Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Death's Hand<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
Lord Fearsons managed to drive the
ship into and around the gravity well
of the blackhole, thus sending it into a
near lightspeed jump.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


A grin formed on the colonel's face as he finished reading that part of the two hundred page report. It presumable had gone very well, and recently even the Alliance had agreed to a cease fire with the Rogue Empire...apparently Fearsons was much more merciful than the Chimerans made him out to be.

His day was standard as usual, watch the operations go through, peer at anyone that was slacking off on the job, comandeere boarding parties, and report any lost information to High Command.

"Sir we have some important news about a possible terrorist attack," one of the many consolemen reported. Matt's gaze fell from the paperwork and over to the enlisted soldier.

"What is it?" he demanded, feeling violated that his reading was so quickly interrupted.

"One of our agents indicates that he has confiscated a sum of goods indicating a possible attack on a Chandrillan residential area."

"Interesting...tell him I'll be down there at once."

"Yes sir."

"Not too bad of a place," Sarah said quietly to herself as she approached the housing district. She had been sight seeing through Chandrilla for nearly an hour or two now.

[i]It will be a shame to see it all go though, oh well, nothing can be done about that now...

She took the large green duffel bag that she had been carrying behind her shoulder and carefully placed it at her feet. She was standing on the side of one of the many housing areas, carefully observing for any observes near by. No one. She got down on her hands and knees carefully removing the contents that were in the green duffel bag, placing them beside the white building, occasionally looking back up to see if there was anyone near by.

After five more minutes of preparation, she was set.

Time to set this baby alight!

She never got the chance to ignite the bomb as the sound of footsteps greeted her, along with a voice, a voice that sounded like authority.

Uh oh!...

The storm trooper tilted his head as he saw the woman with the duffle bag, a sneer grotesquing his face behind the beautiful white helm. On his right breast was the crest of the Rogue Empire, and obviously he was here to investigate the contents of the....bomb. His helmet clicked as if a radio was turning on before he spoke.

"You, get up," he said with a following click. She stood and turned with her hands to the sky, spinning to face the Rogue Imperial storm trooper menacingly. He was however, carrying quite the rifle. It was an expensive Light Repeating Rifle...in the day of the Empire those were issued only to commanders. Apparently in the modern Rogue Empire they were standard issue to all storm troopers.

She gave him a sneer but he simply unlocked the safety on his larger weapon. There was a click and she winced.

"I need some back up down here," then another click. Sarah let loose the breath she didn't realize she was holding. One more click. "I'm by the terminal in the housing district." Click.

It took only a moment or two for two more storm troopers who were on patrol to find their way to the terminal and find the woman being held prisoner by their comrade.

"What is it?" said one of the storm troopers as they peered around.

"She's got a bomb...looks like a terrorist attack," said the first storm trooper, who was still holding her at point blank range.

Both of the others looked around to make sure there were no snipers or others to pick them off. And when their heat sensing helms proved negative, they nodded to each other.

"Bomb crew needed at residential terminal, over," said the third totally white armored soldier. No doubt they were going to seal this whole area off and then drive a bomb squad in to get the bomb out without detonation.

As they arrived and began taping off the area. What appeared to be a Rogue Imperial Standard Issue Light Hover Tank pulled up and disembarked several heavier looking storm troopers and three droids...bomber droids. They rolled themselves over to the bomb as the heavy looking storm troopers pulled out meters and began watching to see if the bomb changed in any way shape or form.

It took a moment or two, but the bomb was eventually picked up...and the droid imploded. The bomb was steralized and the terrorist plan was dealt with.

"Ok," the original storm trooper began, looking at the woman held at gunpoint. "Bring her into the station, we've got some interrogation to do."

Sadly as well, a low hum was heard as the gencore level two powered itself up, and it seemed trade would be ceased for the day. The sky turned an awry blend of cerulean and purple as the shield enveloped the entire planet, engulfing the shipyards, and all persons inside.

"They want to settle on Chandrilla?"
(Izzo nodded.)
"Yeah, that they do. They don't really have a home... Bothawui is a mess, and thats a huge understatement. The Rogue Empire have never been acceptive of aliens... save the Gand... but they let them have a conference here."
(Harrigan took his turn to nod.)
"Which ends tonight."
"Which ends tonight, yes."
(He looked over to the crowd gathering around the stromtroopers.)
"See, I told you."
"Yeah... and I'm glad you did. This could be my key to promotion."
(He shook his head.)
"Such a young woman, corrupted by the Sith... how tragic... do you think they planned it for tonight to affect the conference?"
"I don't..."
(And the rest of his reply was cut off as the Cathedral exploded.)

OOC Don't pull that lack of accepting alien crap with me, lol. We don't <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> love<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> aliens, but we'll accept 'em.

It did not take long for the TIE Fighters, dubbed Passion's Kiss Squadron, to leave their hangar on a quick patrol. It had been years since the last time Chandrilla had seen fighters over their cities, and today that was unfortunately going to change due to the impending terrorist attacks. It seemed the bomb being set at the residentials was a diversion to knock out the religious quarter. These men were indeed sick. There were four in Passion's Kiss Group, and they were only on a scouting mission...the colonel had drilled into them "No Heroics!" over and over.

It did not bother the flight leader, Jes Strider, for she knew it was just a simple precaution. Besides...she never liked combat in TIE Fighters anyway...at least not in such small numbers against unpredictable odds.

Her Twin Ion Engines sped them past the residential quarter, and a small smile creased to her lips as the several women, men, and children alike came forth to wave and smile at the TIE Fighters.

"Ok guys, invert and do a barrel roll," she ordered to them. There were several acknowledges, and the TIEs spun themselves for the crowd, and although Jes could not hear their cheers, she knew they were oohing, awing, and cheering for the TIE pilots.

"Son of a bitch!"
(Izzo jumped from his position, running to call in the TIEs. The familar roar indicated, however, TIEs were already on the way.)
"God damn it! GOD DAMN THE SITH TO HELL!"
(Harrigan, inside his helmet, allowed himself a grin.)
(The Vibre-class Assault shuttle, it's mission complete and the cathedral razed, began a mock escape attempt. The TIEs would reach firing position in a mere series of moments, so Harrigan acted fast. He looked up and snapped the TIE's approach to the burning cathedral.)
(Evidence gathered, Harrigan accessed the stream feed to the cruiser and awaited new orders.)