A serene mist of rain picked up over the city of Ignias; soft drops of the fresh water delivered from the heavens above. The passive sound of rain beating down against the smooth stone balcony landing outside of his office soothing him as he leaned back, the crimson glow of his eyes scanning from left to right over the technical datapad before him. From his inky blue nose, a refreshing and invigorating breath escaped, the smooth texture of the black leather chair behind him relaxing, and soothing from a long days work. Reaching inside of one of the dark recesses of his desk, Xilen pulled out a small rectangle, smoothed around the edges. With the flick of a button, the Chiss holonet in the corner of his office erupted in light, the images of a young Chiss female appearing.
"And in related news, House Cspala and House Nuruodo continue in there impulsive competition for control of the Chiss Parliament, when we come back...."
With the flick of another button, the holonet shut off, plunging the room into the same intense darkness it had been in moments before. He pulled a small Corellian cigar from the silver box on the corner of his desk, igniting it, inhailing as he leaned back in his chair once more, kicking his black leather boots upon the metallic table thatsat before him. Once more, he continued to study the datapad within his inky blue hands, occasionally taking another drag off of the imported Corellian cigar, quite rare on the planet of Ignias, capital of the Chiss Parliament, and soon to be the Sovereign Chiss Empire.
The Mon Calamari Republic.... What did they want? What were they looking for? Xilen sat up, once more looking over the technical readouts of the MC-40 Mon Calamari Cruiser, the presumptuous warship that had three days prior appeared out of hyperspace in the Vortex, and later Anobis systems, both annexed territories of the Imperial movement on behalf of the House Nuruodo, and Chiss Imperial forces. The Civil War within the Enclave was coming to an end, more and more associates of Houses Cspala, and Inrokini accepting the order to enter exile on a distant planet within what was commonly referred to as wild space.
Perhaps they should be taught a lesson in good manners.... a lesson that the Sovereignty of the Chiss Empire is not to be questioned, or sanctioned by there arogant surveillance flights. Xilen's lips curled into a devious grin. He stood, smoothing the few wrinkles within his military uniform out, and striding toward the door, a commanding sence of pride within him.
The Central Command Center was all but abandond at this hour of the night as he continued forward through the ascendant darkness of the smaller offices. Within a matter of minutes, he found himself at the central landing pad, his personal skylanes luxery utility vehicle awaiting him. Swinging the door open, he ignited it's engines, and spead off into the traffic of Ignias' busy streets, a close military escort following close behind.
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The brilliant streaks of blue lights filled the sky only moments before the three Lambda-Class shuttles landed on the outskirts of the City of Nelia, capital of the Planet of Nelias. Home to an estimated three million Chiss, the planet was perfect for the unconventional operation.... Operation Dark Fish. Ten Chiss Special Operations troopers marched single file behind Xilen, all dressed in there usual uniform of dark black, form fitting cloth.
None spoke, for they knew what they had come to do. six shuttle officers carried three black metallic boxes to the grass below, before returning to the shuttles, igniting the engines, and lifting into the low hanging clouds above. The night air was perfect, not too hot, but certainly not too cold. The planet seemed almost tropical, it's lush forest foliage blowing gently in the soft breeze kicked up by the Lambda shuttles.
Xilen walked to one of the boxes, kicking it open with his foot. Inside, lie the bloody remains of a fish-like species.... Mon Calamari, dressed in formal Mon Calamari military uniform. Kidknapped as peasants on the planet of Mon Calamari, the remains of the man within smelled of rotting tuna, and see weed, probably common among the fish faced race. The uniform, embroidered in delicate fabric known to be used by the Mon Calamari Republic's military personnel, had been manufactured on Ignias by Special Operations scientists, neatly stitching the uniform together in an unmistakable pattern, the pattern of the Mon Cal Republic.
He continued to the next box, kicking it open with the same easy as the first. Within lay three detonation devices, two blasters of common issue within the Mon Calamari military, and two blaster rifles. Each Special Operations agent stood in silence, observing the contense of each box, the expressions on there faces remaining unchanged as the reverberation of the tropical forest around them continued.
Within the third box were tattered, and torn maps of the city of Nelia, tactical plans and orders forged to look like Admiral Teebo himself had given the orders included. It came as little suprise to the Special Operations forces, they had seen this kind of work before, and they were ready to, however reluctantly, carry out there missions. One by one, the forces removed the materials from the boxes, trudging forward toward the well lit city of Nelia.
Minutes passed as if they were hours, the Special Operations forces continuing to lurk in the shadows of dark alley ways, and taller buildings. One by one, the three detonation devices were positioned against the polished marble of three governmental buildings downtown. Piece by piece, the Mon Calamarian remains were scattered in careful positions to ensure that the bodies did not decompose due to the heat blasts that were about to come, and one by one the torn maps, and battle plans were laid out, careful to ensure that they did not disappear too deep beneath the rubble.
The ten men, remaining deep within shadows began to quickly evacuate toward there rendezvous deep whthin the jungle from the same path they had taken through the silence of the city streets. As they approached the sanctity of the dark forest, they heard it.... the unmistakable sound of an explosion in the distance, the un mistakable screams of horror, and of pain as the three governmental buildings, one of which was a foreign enbassy, collapsed into the city streets, kicking up a billowing cloud of dust.
Xilen smiled, his heart beating franticly within his chest. Mission Accomplished. he thought as he continued to run into the dark debths of the forest, the soft pur of the three Lambda-Class shuttle engines heard in the distance. Carrying with them the three empty black cases, and all traces of there arrival, the Special Operations ran up the ramps, making a quick, and easy get away into the low hanging clouds....
"And in related news, House Cspala and House Nuruodo continue in there impulsive competition for control of the Chiss Parliament, when we come back...."
With the flick of another button, the holonet shut off, plunging the room into the same intense darkness it had been in moments before. He pulled a small Corellian cigar from the silver box on the corner of his desk, igniting it, inhailing as he leaned back in his chair once more, kicking his black leather boots upon the metallic table thatsat before him. Once more, he continued to study the datapad within his inky blue hands, occasionally taking another drag off of the imported Corellian cigar, quite rare on the planet of Ignias, capital of the Chiss Parliament, and soon to be the Sovereign Chiss Empire.
The Mon Calamari Republic.... What did they want? What were they looking for? Xilen sat up, once more looking over the technical readouts of the MC-40 Mon Calamari Cruiser, the presumptuous warship that had three days prior appeared out of hyperspace in the Vortex, and later Anobis systems, both annexed territories of the Imperial movement on behalf of the House Nuruodo, and Chiss Imperial forces. The Civil War within the Enclave was coming to an end, more and more associates of Houses Cspala, and Inrokini accepting the order to enter exile on a distant planet within what was commonly referred to as wild space.
Perhaps they should be taught a lesson in good manners.... a lesson that the Sovereignty of the Chiss Empire is not to be questioned, or sanctioned by there arogant surveillance flights. Xilen's lips curled into a devious grin. He stood, smoothing the few wrinkles within his military uniform out, and striding toward the door, a commanding sence of pride within him.
The Central Command Center was all but abandond at this hour of the night as he continued forward through the ascendant darkness of the smaller offices. Within a matter of minutes, he found himself at the central landing pad, his personal skylanes luxery utility vehicle awaiting him. Swinging the door open, he ignited it's engines, and spead off into the traffic of Ignias' busy streets, a close military escort following close behind.
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The Planet Nelias; Border Planet of Chiss Inner "Home" Space
</hr>The brilliant streaks of blue lights filled the sky only moments before the three Lambda-Class shuttles landed on the outskirts of the City of Nelia, capital of the Planet of Nelias. Home to an estimated three million Chiss, the planet was perfect for the unconventional operation.... Operation Dark Fish. Ten Chiss Special Operations troopers marched single file behind Xilen, all dressed in there usual uniform of dark black, form fitting cloth.
None spoke, for they knew what they had come to do. six shuttle officers carried three black metallic boxes to the grass below, before returning to the shuttles, igniting the engines, and lifting into the low hanging clouds above. The night air was perfect, not too hot, but certainly not too cold. The planet seemed almost tropical, it's lush forest foliage blowing gently in the soft breeze kicked up by the Lambda shuttles.
Xilen walked to one of the boxes, kicking it open with his foot. Inside, lie the bloody remains of a fish-like species.... Mon Calamari, dressed in formal Mon Calamari military uniform. Kidknapped as peasants on the planet of Mon Calamari, the remains of the man within smelled of rotting tuna, and see weed, probably common among the fish faced race. The uniform, embroidered in delicate fabric known to be used by the Mon Calamari Republic's military personnel, had been manufactured on Ignias by Special Operations scientists, neatly stitching the uniform together in an unmistakable pattern, the pattern of the Mon Cal Republic.
He continued to the next box, kicking it open with the same easy as the first. Within lay three detonation devices, two blasters of common issue within the Mon Calamari military, and two blaster rifles. Each Special Operations agent stood in silence, observing the contense of each box, the expressions on there faces remaining unchanged as the reverberation of the tropical forest around them continued.
Within the third box were tattered, and torn maps of the city of Nelia, tactical plans and orders forged to look like Admiral Teebo himself had given the orders included. It came as little suprise to the Special Operations forces, they had seen this kind of work before, and they were ready to, however reluctantly, carry out there missions. One by one, the forces removed the materials from the boxes, trudging forward toward the well lit city of Nelia.
Minutes passed as if they were hours, the Special Operations forces continuing to lurk in the shadows of dark alley ways, and taller buildings. One by one, the three detonation devices were positioned against the polished marble of three governmental buildings downtown. Piece by piece, the Mon Calamarian remains were scattered in careful positions to ensure that the bodies did not decompose due to the heat blasts that were about to come, and one by one the torn maps, and battle plans were laid out, careful to ensure that they did not disappear too deep beneath the rubble.
The ten men, remaining deep within shadows began to quickly evacuate toward there rendezvous deep whthin the jungle from the same path they had taken through the silence of the city streets. As they approached the sanctity of the dark forest, they heard it.... the unmistakable sound of an explosion in the distance, the un mistakable screams of horror, and of pain as the three governmental buildings, one of which was a foreign enbassy, collapsed into the city streets, kicking up a billowing cloud of dust.
Xilen smiled, his heart beating franticly within his chest. Mission Accomplished. he thought as he continued to run into the dark debths of the forest, the soft pur of the three Lambda-Class shuttle engines heard in the distance. Carrying with them the three empty black cases, and all traces of there arrival, the Special Operations ran up the ramps, making a quick, and easy get away into the low hanging clouds....