Orian Assembly: Vengeance - Fiction 1 - Code Name: Silent Hydra

OPM Shi Long (Obelisk) / House Shar Dakhan of Clan Naga Sadow [SA: III] [ACC: Q]
SB / GC / SCx3 / ACx7 / DCx9 / GNx5 / SNx7 / Cr:3R-7A-8S-20E-3T-7Q / CIx41 / DSS / SoF / LSx8 / SoLx3 / S:1D-3Dk-3Rm-5P-6U-4B-8De-2Ret-2Dec-3Aff-1Rn-5Cr
{SA: MVL - MVS}
Doss.# 7925

**Shoreline, Ten Clicks from Kwa Temple**
**Nifokalija**
**Aeotheran**

This had to be the strangest mission that Corporal Slythe had ever been on.

He slogged through the foliage leading to the seemingly non-descript beach, his skin bearing numerous welts from insects he could only hope to be non-lethal, his messenger bag bouncing uncomfortably on his right hip. Slythe was used to some bad brush; after all, as part of a two-man vid team, he often found himself wherever the Sadowite battalions would find themselves engaged, he and his partner dutifully recording the action so that the higher-ups could learn from their mistakes and reinforce best fighting practices. The corporal could fight, too, but he found that the distance his long-range lens on his camera afforded him comforted him far better than any blaster-rifle could.

Not that Slythe was a coward; far from it. In fact, it was said that the “imbeds”, as they were derisively called by the other infantrymen, sported a special kind of courage. It took stones the size of banthas to wade into a battlefield with nothing but a camera, battery pack and a good attitude at one’s side.

But now, he was alone. The Corporal wished, as a frond from an oversized plant sprung from his grip - he attempted to push it out of his way - and snapped back to smack him full in the face, that he was on Tarthos with his partner. At least there, he could count on others for back up.

That plan was demolished in the face of a bushy-haired, brightly smiling Senior Commander on board the Absolution. Just before he and his partner mounted up with the rest of Aurek, a strong hand at the nape of his neck halted him. Confused, he listened to the orders he was given and before he could fully process them, Slythe and his partner were separated; he, on his way back to Aeotheran via faster-than-light travel aboard a shuttle, and his partner, looking wistfully at him as he boarded a MAAT, clumsily holding the camera.

Now, an eternity away from the action on Tarthos, Slythe found himself questioning his lot in life. He was not a soldier, but he *could* fight like one.

He was no glamourous filmmaker, but he *did* harbor dreams of becoming one after his tour was over. Hence, his assignment to the “imbeds”.

But one thing was for sure. He certainly was *not* a delivery-boy, despite what the big and smiling crazy back at Tarthos thought.

Slythe was a heartbeat away from abandoning his mission when, much to his surprise, the foliage abruptly gave way to an idyllic and secluded beach area.

And, four men who *clearly* weren’t of Naga Sadow, but were similarly surprised at Slythe’s stumbling upon them.

Two of them were seasoned; the swift and sure way they leveled their rifles at him spoke volumes to Slythe’s assessment. The other two busied themselves with placing themselves between Slythe and the maglev cart that hovered benignly above the sand. One of them spoke in hushed tones to the others.

“He doesn’t *look* armed. Still, can’t be too careful; Elash Norm’s next shipment is on the way, and we don’t want this guy disrupting the mission.”

“Check him” the other maglev guardian ordered, and the riflemen approached Slythe, who obediently put his hands in the air.

Slythe wasn’t afraid; in fact, he was *told*, after a fashion, that this would happen.

*“You’re gonna go to these coordinates,”* said Shi Long back at Tarthos, his molten-gray eyes seeming to swirl with excitement. *“You’re gonna meet up with some folks, and you’re gonna give ‘em what’s in this bag.”*

*“Then what?”* Slythe asked, emboldened by the Primarch’s easy tone.

*“You’re gonna go somewhere and grab some R&R. I hear Aeotheran’s quite the party planet.”*

With that, Shi Long clapped him heartily on the back and sent him on his way.

The closest rifleman grabbed Slythe’s messenger-bag, but the corporal made no move to resist him. Strangely calm, he had a feeling that all was going become clear in a moment.

Slythe’s gut did not disappoint him.

The first man who spoke reached into the bag and pulled out what appeared to be a holoprojector. “What in the..?” he began, but was cut short by the device flaring to life.

The space between the quartet was filled with the bluish hue of a sea of men - the second riflemen recognized them as the forces loyal to Norm’s ally, the Sith Witch holed up in the temple. Bright flashes of blasterfire and their pained and determined faces told all that this was a live feed from the plains of Mucenic, soundless but coming through with crystal clarity.

Suddenly, a lone warrior dominated the scene. In one hand, an auto-repeater jackhammered incessantly; in the other, a blazing beacon of plasmic destruction carved the space around him, cutting their allies down without mercy and leaving aftertrails burning briefly in their eyes.

The quintet on the beach watched the feed wordlessly, their eyes unblinking as they took in the events. One man’s head burst open like an overripe gourd, his life stolen by a slug deposited without so much as a backwards glance from the weapon’s wielder. Three more seemed to become abruptly shorter, the lightsaber cleaving a clean path through their upper thighs seconds before the slugthrower jumped again in the man’s hand, aimed at where they’d fallen from view.

The camera panned and took in a trail of dead, each one Organisation men and strewn in a haphazardly organized path behind the vicious Sadowite. The camera panned again, and this time a face filled the feed. One splattered with gore, but broadly smiling nonetheless.

And although none of Norm’s contacts recognized Shi Long, they read his lips as he mouthed a singular message through the soundless feed:

“You’re next!”

Suddenly, the feed was halted, and the jungle sounds filled their collective hearing once again, the gentle lapping of waves on the solitary shoreline belying the scene of unadulterated violence they’d just beheld.

A primal survival instinct overrode the four men’s sense of loyalty, and they bolted from the beach without another word, the maglev cart forgotten.

Slythe shrugged, retrieved his messenger-bag, and slogged back into the jungle in the direction he’d come.

**Elash Norn’s Submarine**
**30 Meters From Shore**

The Mon Cal’s voice gurgled in a mixture of emotion that was equal parts rage and fear.

His contacts had never failed him until now. He’d known something was amiss when, upon deploying the sub’s periscope, he didn’t see the customary flash of a lumen that signaled they were ready. Even after several checks over forty minutes past the pre-arranged time, he still held out hope that somehow, they’d gotten the meet-up confused...

No, he knew the truth to be otherwise. The reason for this location was precisely because of its shared proximity to the temple and his temporary depot. He only had two more shipments and he’d be rid of the Witch forever, or so she promised.

Still, the smuggler knew when to cut and run. He’d suffered losses before, he’d ensure he’d live to lose more. After all, losing on one hand meant winning on the other. And, if his feelings rang true, he knew that whoever was bold enough to challenge Anaxela’s efforts here on this backwater planet was bold enough to see it all the way through, and woe betide any bystanders. She'd have to do without

There was no profit in dying, even if the show promised to be a grand one.

Stifling his fear of Anaxela, he ordered the sub to dive. “There are other worlds than these,” he gurgled.

“Priest Salis, meet me in my office.” Instructed a voice over his holo.
Kaayn pulled himself out of his bed and threw on the nomad robes he still wore. He didn’t feel the need to get rid of them, they may again prove useful one day. Making his way down the corridors, he approached the Consuls office.
“Come in” the talking tree directed.
Kaayn entered and approached the Consul. He stopped just outside of arms reach and bowed his head.
“You wanted to see me, Master?”
“We have received a report of a small gang of smugglers that are trying to undermine Clan Naga Sadow;” Malik began. Pressing a button on the display console in his office a blue holo of a Mon Calamarian appeared before the two.
“This is Elash Norm. He is the leader of the smuggler group. Recent intelligence has indicated he is planning to supply weapons and supplies to Analexa and her forces.”
Pressing another button on the console, the holo flicked to the image of a shoreline.
“Elash operates an underwater depot located off this shoreline on Aeotheran. Our scouts have marked the location that serves as a rendezvous point between Elash and contacts he meets. It is reported that this rendezvous are made via submarine. Given your.. talents in investigations, you mission is to stop his interference in our operations by any means necessary. You are to leave immediately. Understood?”
“Of course, Master. You know I’ll be able to get the job done.” Kaayn smirked.
Kaayn packed his bag with only the essentials.
“Master, when do you plan to return?” T’Espera questioned.
“It should be no more than a day.. two tops” Kaayn answered almost mockingly.
“What shall I do in your absence?” the apprentices asked the master.
“Continue your studies and wait for my return.”
The shuttle landed softly near the rendezvous point. The meeting was to take place in two hours, but Kaayn was still unsure as to how he wanted to go about completing his mission. The Dark Jedi Armad had modified the transponder signal on the shuttle to mask its true identity, though it took a lot longer than Kaayn would have liked. The façade, however, appeared to have been successful.
The two standard hours seemed to pass as if it were mere seconds. The telltale sign of a submarine beginning to surface formed from the ocean ahead. Kaayn disembarked from the shuttle and waited as the Mon Calamarian and his security detail left the shuttle and came ashore. Kaayn sized up the security team. Two Humans, a Twi’lek and a Wookiee. All four had blaster pistols pointed at the Krath.
“You must be Garik Burren. I’ve never heard of you before. I was sure I’ve met most of Analexas’ lackeys.” The Mon Calamarian spoke in a gravelly sounding voice.
“Apparently, you know much less than you think you do.” Kaayn snapped back. The Twi’lek advanced on the Priest. “You will show respect, or you will eat my blaster.” He called out.
“Of course.” Kaayn responded.
Elash waved the Twi’lek in dismissal. “Don’t mind my security chief. He is a little protective. They all are. I mean I pay their salaries.” The Mon Calamarian laughed.
“Of course, credits make the universe rotate;” Kaayn began “now, we spoke of price. I have the 25,000 credits. Do you have my weapons?”
“I always deliver! They’re on board. I have…” Elash trailed off. Kaayn began probing the minds of the security team looking for some weakness. He felt fear of the Wookiee, the Twi’lek and even the Mon Calamarian from one of the humans. The Inquisitor probed deeper in his mind and instilled a deeper fear in the individual.
Elash laughed “See I always deliver! So do we have a deal?”
Kaayn smiled. “I’ll take it all.”
Elash called out to his team and accompanied them to unload the equipment, leaving the young fearful human to guard the customer.
“The Wookiee and the Twi’lek can smell your distrust. They have a look in their eyes, they plan to kill you. You need to defend yourself.” Kaayn suggested.
“I need to defend myself from the aliens” the human repeated as is almost in a trance.
As the Wookiee and the Twi’lek left the submarine, the young human screamed “I’ll kill you!” and fired a salvo of blaster fire instantly kill the Wookiee and wounding the Twi’lek. The remaining human and the Mon Calamarian ran out of the cargo hold to see the commotion.
“It’s a trap!” the Mon Calamarian called out as the young human was gunned down by the last member of the security team. Kaayn approached the human and focused on the force. The human raised his blaster and fired a bolt toward the Dark Jedi. The blaster bolt stopped just before hitting the Krath with seemingly no effect. Kaayn drew his lightsaber, ignited the cobalt blade and cleaved the human in two in one swift movement.
Kaayn turned his attention to Elash, who had begun to retreat to the submarine. Reaching out with the Force, Kaayn grabbed the Mon Calamarians leg causing him to stumble. The Krath approached the smuggler leader. “I am a friend. Don’t worry” he said in a calming voice.
Despite his demeanor, he failed to persuade the terrified smuggler. Reaching out further, Kaayn touched on the Mon Calamarians fear of death. Dread washed over Elash as Kaayn brought his blade through the neck of the smuggler.
The black of space seemed almost calming to the Krath as he left Aeotheran. Kaayn pushed a button on his com panel. “Master, the Mon Calamarian smuggler will no longer pose a threat. Mission complete.”

3 Clicks south West of the Kwa Temple
Aeotheran
Orian system

Sebz stared down Elash Norm standing on his submarine by the shore through his scope. 200 feet away was close enough for a good hit right in between the eyes. Any closer and the young Jedi Hunter would set off the multiple traps visible in the 100 foot radius. He noticed the hidden underwater entrance. At once sebz turned on the Thermal imaging on his scope. The metal door and bolts were dark blue, covered by water. Anyone going down the entrance was quickly engulfed and soon lost to Sebz’s sight.

“Dammit… What are you hiding?” Sebz switched back to his regular scope and peered down to the Mon Calamari. He held multiple Republic credits, and some that appeared to be red blood rubies.

Odd, thought Sebz as he peered through the sites and saw three scout speeders stop by the sub and hand over a datapad to a security officer by the compound entrance. He read over it and looked straight at Sebz.

Oh shit, he thought as he packed up his Short Shell Long Barrel sniper rifle and hung it over his back. He touched his wrist datapad signaling command that secrecy had been compromised. Sebz had no other choice but to run toward the thick bushes and trees surrounding the coast line, running straight toward the submarine.

100 feet out, Sebz activated one of the traps laid about the radius of the submarine. Instantaneously sniper fire began to rain down on Sebz. In instinct he grabbed his lightsaber from the Black Guard armory and activated it. Many of the shots that got too close were easily deflected by a swift lightsaber slash.

“Worms, don’t go in. You're outnumbered 25 to 1. It’s suicide.” said his companion, Dark Jedi Knight Daedric Turelles.

“Since when have the things you done suicide.” said the Jedi Hunter as he ran toward the compound, even now more pounded by sniper fire. “Remember Snowman?” he asked as he threw several EMP grenades into the direction of the sniper fire.

Silence went through the comline as if it were sarcastic. “Shut up.” said the Dark Jedi Knight finally responding.

“Exactly. I’m going in. Sebz out.” he said as he threw a smoke bomb behind his cover. Sebz quickly exited out of cover and clipped his deactivated lightsaber to his belt. He pulled his hood and face mask up and drew straight knife from his wrist in a classic assassin style. He let the Force guide him to his next victim. Each one would have a knife going through throat or heart, all while being muffled so that no one knew who had died. The smoke soon dissipated and the body was covered in exactly 25 bodies, each one bleeding out onto the sandy beach floor, making it the newest graveyard in Aeotheran.

Sebz soon reached the water and pulled out a rebreather. He made his way toward the underwater entrance, stepping out and clearing the loading bay. He made his way inside like a trained elite trooper, clearing corners and eliminating all hostiles he found in his way. The only way you could trace Sebz was because of the trail of dead bodies, either a gaping hole in the throat or lightsaber slashes with dismantled limbs strewn around ev everywhere.

Sebz eventually reached the main area, his black and green robes now covered in blood. The main storage areas were big enough to hold a VSD.

“How could someone build this in such a desolate area? questioned Sebz as he saw his target, Corellian biofluid. He rushed over and pulled out his best friend, sticky charges that would send the place burning for days. Working in a timely fashion, most of the charges were set by the biofluid, while the remainder was set around any highly explosive thing found in the room. Sebz finished and soon went to head out the way he came, when he heard a click and something cold pressed against his head.

Fuck, he knew exactly who it was, Elash Norm. The Mon motherfucking Calamari.

“Hello there.” said the smuggler in a sick sounding voice. Sebz slowly turned around and put his hands up behind his head, smiling from ear to ear.

“You think you’ve killed me?” asked the Jedi Hunter as he pressed certain areas of his hood.

“No, I think you have.” Sebz swatted the blaster down. He activated his metal blade, slicing the smugglers forearm. He dropped down in pain due to the fact that he’d never experienced the gruesome pain Sebz had just administered to him. Venomous frog spit, found only in an Aeotheran bar.

“What did you say again?” asked the Jedi hunter as he pulled out his lightsaber and activated. He pressed the blade cleanly through the mans spleen, slowly, enjoying the pain and anguish he caused the man as he slowly died. He felt the smuggler die, and Sebz enjoyed watch the life be sucked out of his face. Soon, the hilt had reached the man's clothes, no longer able to go further. Sebz smiled and felt amusement as he slowly pulled up and cut the man in two. “No more toys for Analexa…”

He said as he cut the smuggler’s skull in two. He felt the Force grow around him. He deactivated his lightsaber and proceeded to walk out of the facility. The loading bay was soaked in blood. Pulling out his rebreather, he dove back up to the surface and made it up to the surface. Walking past the submarine on the sandy beach, Sebz placed a sticky bomb on it. He reached his old sniping spot and pulled out his scope and peered down to the submarine. He pulled out the trigger button and pressed it with glee, followed by immense heat band balls of fire that spurted out of no where, sending the water from the sea onto the beach, and soon the forest.
“Enjoy the fireworks Worms. Require extraction at the rendezvous point.” said Sebz as he walked away from the fire that he helped cause to destroy something he wanted so much.

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