IC: Shey Argent
Shey took her seat. She was dressed in her black Imperial naval uniform, red blood stripes climbing up the outside of her trouser's pant legs and down the sleeves of her uniform's tunic. She sat primly in her chair spine erect and her posture impeccably perfect. In contrast Ariza Mournash, the team's heavy weapons expert leaned back lounging in the chair next to her propping her bare feet (She'd taken her boots off upon arriving inside the conference room) on the holo table. She spun her uniform's cap around her finger smiling at them all as if in on a private joke about everyone in the room. Tyrel Kanter, the team's Comm specialist as usual sat to himself apart from everyone. Kanter rarely ever spoke and that was only for the fulfilment of the mission otherwise one would be hardpressed to remember that he was there among them. It was ironic that their radio expert was the one member of the team that never spoke, but he was extremely competent so Shey never minded the man's antisocialness.
The doors slid open to admit Croian Husk followed by Bren Cerys. A completely unclothed Bren Cerys.
Ariza chortled loudly beside her, "Looking good, Noob." She patted the empty chair beside, "Sit that sexy ass right over here and let Mama have a real good look at you. In fact let's you and me have a rather intensive calisthenics session later tonight."
"Fraternization between team members is prohibited by the regulations," She reprimanded Ariza.
"Aww, but Commander," Ariza jokingly protested, "We was just going to do some calisthenics."
"Agent Cerys," Shey asked turning to face the naked man authoritatively, "Are you aware going to mission debriefings while not in your uniform is prohibited by the regulations also?"
She shook her head but catching a good look at him as he tried to maintain some dignity to sit in a chair and covering himself. Why did her team's newest problem child have to be so handsome?
"After the mission briefing," She told him, "See me to discuss appropriate disciplinary actions."
The holoprojector chimed and everyone quieted as the image of Moff Gonradd Aram appeared.
"Inferno Squad," He said as the image of another man in an Imperial Moff's uniform, "This is Moff Alber Coovern governor of the Ord Sestiss system in the Mid-rim. This man is also a traitor to his Emperor. He has cheated the Empire on tax revenues keeping the credits to lavish his own home. This level of graft will not be tolerated in our Emperor's glorious Empire. What's more he has allowed rebel sympathies to flourish under his watch. You are to eliminate him publicly at his annual Empire day soiree within his palace as a demonstration for any other official wo would dare think they can cheat the Empire."
"You have your orders, Commander, fulfill them as you see best," Moff Aram announced, "Ignite the Inferno."
Ord Sestiss was once a green and lush world with a prosperous and bustling economy now it was a dark dirty pollution-shrouded ruin. Imperial factories producing tie fighters and speeder bikes at a break-neck rate. The native populace was generally quiet though extremely poor, which was by far preferable to Imperial command. What was not preferable was the strong rebellious rumblings being detected by Imperial informants among the native Sestissians, and also the fact that Moff Coovern was creatively misreporting up to 70% of the annual tax revenues.
Moff Coovern's manse sprawled several kilometers but here in his personal residence in the central tower. Below the Empire day parade marched past the manse in AT-ATs and hovertanks. Over head squadrons of Tie fighters streaked past as fireworks lit up the sky. Within the residence the socialites of Ord Sestiss' upper class milled about mingling with eachother. Moff Coovern was in the VIP area entertaining only a select few and cordoned off by plain-clothed but obvious security troopers.
Shey was dressed in a very sheardress
designed to catch everyone's eyes, and it was working too. She had to politely and demurely dismiss several would-be interested parties. She knew how she looked and she also knew from her rigorous training in the Crucible program how to use how she looked as a tool to accomplish her mission.
Taking a glass Alderannian champagne from the tray from Agent Cerys disguised as a waiter and smiling to him before demurely batting her eyes towards the throne-like chair Moff Coovern was sitting in. He saw her, she'd been positioning herself non-suspiciously so he'd notice her and invite her up to him. So far he hadn't taken the bait.
"We may need to improvise, Cerys," She murmured low so only he'd be able to hear it, "Proposition me with something provocative loud enough to get everyone's attention."
When he said it she acted mortified then her hand flashed slapping him hard across his face. "How dare you," She declared with perfect tone of an offended woman, "I will have you thrown into one of the work-camps for this...I...I have never..."
"Excuse me madam," Moff Coovern's majordomo, "My apologies for this unfortunate incident." She gestured for two of the plain-clothed security men, "Escort this dreg out of the mansion, please."
She smiled to Shey, "Please accept the Moff's most profound apologies for your ordeal."
"Oh I am most grateful," She said hand fluttering over her heart which also brought attention to the amount of cleavage her dress was displaying.
"Please. If you'd follow me Moff Coovern would like to personally convey his condolences to you," The majordomo said ushering her to the VIP area. Score! Now she could get in to use the microinjector hidden by a flap of synthflesh adhering to her palm.
The poison would take a few minutes but it would be quite demonstratively graphic in its terribleness and utterly incurable. The Empire's justice would be delivered.
Only as she came up to him the security troopers grabbed her arms and held her firmly as Moff Coovern smirked drawing a blaster on her, "I'm afraid, Captain Argent, that you and your little team have walked into my trap."
The doors to the ballroom opened and in marched a dozen security droids bearing heavy repeating blasters. He looked over his supporters and cronies and waved a goodbye telling the droids, "kill them all."