Whisper had taken the time to "change" at a local restroom. He now sported a different haircut, with a different color hair no less, a slight scar on his right cheek, and his eyes were now dark brown rather than the ice blue they were before. He also took the time to switch into a new set of clothing to fix the mood. To anyone else, he would appear to be a member of the elite, someone whom Korr would have been serving, rather than a soldier, similar to Korr.

He walked through the turnstile with no obvious weaponry, and sat down in a box 3 rows below Oracle, so all she could see was the back of his head. In time it would happen. He listened to the small transciever in his ear, picking up the communication from the listening device he planted on her.

Oracle’s fur rippled as Johnny spoke in their fancy stand.

“SAINT is a new future for you; safe from the dangers of this world. Join me, and we can build a new life together.”

“Dangers of this world?” squinted the Bothan, “I’ve found audio bugs in my apartment; I’ve had a man snatch my purse; have dead bodies show up in my apartment; my apartment has been robbed. And all of this has happened since I started dating you. You’ve been spying on me.”

Johnny sighed, “My people did put the bugs there; I had to do it to make sure our relationship would be okay with my superiors. I didn’t do any of the other stuff, I swear it to you honey.”

Oracle hissed, “You know what, maybe you didn’t that other stuff. But that shows a serious lack of trust. Interspecies relationships are hard enough minus being spied on by your own lover. I need some time to think about this; have a good time at the game; it looks like your favorite team is going to win.”

The Bothan slicer abruptly rose from her stand. Sighing, Johnny pulled out his comlink. He tapped the stud.

“Our target has gone sour,” said Blue, “Sunrise team, it’s time to get our babe.”

“You sure about this boss?”

“She knows too much now,” muttered Johnny, “we can’t risk the possibility that she’ll let her employers or anyone else know about us. Just do it.”

As Oracle waded through the crowd of onlookers, four beings abruptly rose from the stands and surrounded her. She opened her mouth to scream, only to have a goon smother her chloroform-soaked handkerchief. The Alliance slicer went limp, falling into Gray’s hands. The Wookiee casually slung the woman over his back; and the rest of the crew shielded their latest catch. One of the vendors eyed Gray suspiciously.

“What’s going on her?”

“She passed out; the heat seems to have gotten to her, with all her fur and that. Is there a medic or first-aid station around here?”

The vendor waved a pair of security droids over to him.

“CZ-34 and 76, please escort our guests to the first aid station.”

“Roger roger.”

One of the metal humanoids led the group down a flight of stairs towards the station, while the other one brought up the group from the rear. Sunrise team itself huddled into a rough square with Gray and Oracle near its center. As they moved, the SAINT team readied themselves for any interruptions. Low-profile armor briefly revealed itself as one of them drew what appeared to be a datapad stylus; in actuality a molecular stiletto. Others were similarly armed with clever concealed weapons.



Sturm wandered into the crowd after the others had shoved themselves through the line; he had just gone back to the speeder to tell Crafty about the stadium’s security cams, which he thought could possibly be hacked into to search for Oracle. Well, she's not here. His comlink buzzed. Crafty seemed to whisper into it. Sturm frowned.

“I can’t hear you; you’re softer than a feather. Speak up.”

“I said some people have Oracle, and they’re heading out of the stands; and from I can see from the cameras, those guys have armor sort of like yours, and they’re also fingering what appear to be common items, but I think they’re concealed weapons.”

“You told the others about it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Then you’re free to guide me towards the party.”

Whisper moved into position during the clamor, heading towards Johnny in the crowd, moving not deliberatly at all, he would simply appear to be just another patron, a little soft on his feet from the alcohol.

He whispered into his comm unit.

"You guys track Oracle, I'm going to take down Johnny cakes.... He'll be useful in cracking their operation and gaining access to wherever they're taking Oracle. I'm going radio silent... Will meet up with Crafty at the vehicle."

He dropped his wrist, and stumbled forward into Johnny, sliding a dart into his neck as he "fell". Johnny dropped like a stone but with the clamor of all the people dealing with everything else, he got lucky. It appeared from his casual glance that no one noticed. He slipped Johnny's arm around his shoulder, prepared to explain that he was helping his drunk friend to the bathroom if asked.


He dissapeared from the stands with Johnny in tow. Soon they would have some answers.

"Whisper clear. I have Target 2. How are we doing in chasing Oracle?"

"What?....Wait, I see them."

Among the redolent of alcohol and cigarras, Sturm stared through gaps in the crowd at the SAINT team with their prisoner. Too many of them to simply try and take out in the open...but...we could follow them until they're not here...or.... Sturm snatched a glass of cheap wine from a vendor and handed the droid a handful of credits. Stormy wryly grinned as he approached the SAINT team. He tapped his comlink.

"Crafty, I'm going to need you to shut down the holo cameras in my area, or erase their data for the upcoming minutes..."

"Ah...sure, I can probably do that. What exactly are you doing?"

Sturm walked past the first security droid, and swung his arm forward; the drink sloshed out into one of the SAINT team member's eyes. The man cried out in surprise at the stinging sensation in his eyes. Sturm vigorously swung the stemmed glass bowl into the next being's eyes. It shattered and the SAINT agent cried out in pain. A hand grabbed Sturm's shoulder, and out of instinct, the soldier drove the surviving stem of glass into the abdomen of his aft assailant. Didn't like the alcohol in his eyes I bet. The impaled man hesitated. Turning about, Sturm shoved the semi-blinded alien down into the lower stands. The being rolled down like a boulder, knocking into inerberiated patrons with all of the grace of a rancor. Some of the patrons rose to attack their pest. Sturm snorted. Bar brawl? Pffttt, nothing like a good Stadium brawl...

Whisper was certainly getting nervous. Everyone but Sturm and Korr, who were tracking/trying to retake Oracle, were in the vehicle, ready to go.

"Stormy! Sit rep?! Where are you? What's taking so bloody long."

Note to self: random crowds make the best impromptu allies. Alexander ducked as the impaled SAINT agent threw a punch at him. Sturm leapt forward, ramming into the other agent. Sturm's considerable mass knocked the abductor into the security droid. The alien hit the machine with a thud before slumping onto the ground. Sturm gave him a swift kick to the being's face. He rose to see the mayhem he had caused. The other SAINT agents were busy trying to retrieve and defend their hapless agent who had rolled down the stands. All around them, the crowd raged and roared; pressing against the SAINT agents and themselves in a ruthless, inerberiated frenzy. The Wookie agent lowered Oracle to better defend himself against a pair of particularly beefy men. Now.

Sturm dashed forward to the Bothan and picked her up. He glanced around. Ah, security droids....Sturm abruptly strode towards a contigent of security droids en route to restore order. The Wookie howled behind him; Sturm turned around to see the Wookie charging towards him get tackled by one of his beefy opponents. Both of them fell unto the duracrete pavement with a thud. Sturm winced, and kept walking; he casually saluted the droids as he passed through them. One of their metallic hands clasped him.

"Where are you taking this guest?" demanded the bionic person.

"First aid station to a defibrillator; please let me pass; she just got hurt, and she's not looking so good; take a look at her."

The droid's eyes bored into her body; likely scanning her. The droid shook his head.

"Very well. But let a medic take a look at her."

"Yes sir," replied Sturm.

The rebel slid past the rest of the droids to the exit. He quickly passed through the sliding doors towards the CSS speeder. Crap. She isn't suppose to know about us...but she doesn't look that good; or that she'll wake up any time soon. Umm...can't just leave her here on the ground, or at our hotel, or her apartment....but.. Sturm hustled into the speeder with the woman slung over his shoulder.

"Hawk," ordered Sturm, "take us to the nearest hospital; we have a patient to deliver. Where's Whisper?"

Crafty snorted. "You didn't hear him on the comlink?"

"The crowd was a bit noisy, and I busy..." defended Sturm.

"Excuses, excuses..."

Ryan grasped an agent in a death grip around the throat, then he quickly jerked his hands, breaking the man's neck. He let the body fall to the floor. When the Oracle had been seized, Ryan had immediately leaped up, only to be knocked to the floor by a punch to the face. After he had finished with the agent Ryan ran over to Stormy. They were already getting in the speeder with the Oracle.

He lept into the speeder as it shot off. " That, was brilliant Stormy. She isn't working for them. I heard everything she said to that Johnny fellow. He is apparently working for some group that wants her information. I suggest we evacuate her. If she stays she will only be in more danger." Ryan stared at the Bothan before turning to Johnny. " As for him, well he will get his dues in one of our prison cells. Any other objectives?"

Mission Status: COMPLETE

1. Determine if Oracle is working for another
organization. COMPLETE
2. Determine if Oracle was the source of the
Intelligence leak which lead to the two deaths on Foerost. COMPLETE
3. Keep the investigation secret from Oracle. COMPLETE

Secondary Objectives:
1. Keep the investigation secret from outside observers COMPLETE
2. If Oracle is working for another source, identify that source N/A

Data recovered from the mission by agents has been analyzed by control analysts, who discovered that Oracle did not betray the Foerost operation. However, it is now clear that SAINT managed to occasionally monitor Oracle's computer activity through some very sophisticated equipment and software which infiltrated the planet's computer networks. It since has been removed and acquired by Alliance personnel for the Alliance's future use. Oracle has been transferred to a different planet with a new cover identity in order to throw off any future contact by SAINT. All mission personnel have been transported back to Yavin for debriefing, payment, and other rewards as deemed necessary by Alliance High Command.