Post by Ash on Mar 15, 2015 23:24:39 GMT -5
Gyndine: a planet held by the Republic, complete with its own shipyards to provide flying death machines to the Republic war effort. However, in the last three days, a number of places were hit, and blown clear to Korriban. No one could figure out who was behind it.
A crowed stood at the smoldering husk of what was once the front office of a factory; the majority of it still burning, though slowly going out as it was being fought. There was a secondary explosion as something went up, causing people in the crowed to flinch away. It wasn't long before everyone was herded away.
A man lingered longer than most people, but not quite enough to cause suspicion to the security officers. There were no Republic officers that the man noticed, but it didn't matter to him.
After a short walk, the man found himself at downtown Yractos, the capital of this busy planet. There were plenty of shops, including vid-screens portraying the news, saying that the third explosion in as many days, and what factory it was, but the man thought of only one thing watching the news article: inconsequential.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne scoffed slightly and continued his walk around Yractos. Of course, he didn't look like a sith wandering around, but more of a business man, complete with a dark suit, complete with a button down in his signature color: dark teal.
Passing more vidscreens, he stopped as the newscaster explained the past few hits and the damage that was caused. The first was in a office building, where a CEO and a few other people were killed. The second and third were both against sizable factories that are needed to produce key components needed for starships to properly function.
Diarmuid was the one behind the first explosion: well, not him personally, but the mind, money, and material behind it, but these other two were not his fault, which was why he was still sticking around here: that and because simply he could, as well as cause some hell while he could. Away from most everyone he knew, and having free reign, he felt no need to leave, even if it was a Republic planet.
Finally, Diarmuid started walking again, sending out a few waves in the force simply to agitate people he passed. As he rounded a corner, he heard some heated voices behind him, causing him to smile slyly.
Not much later, Diarmuid was sitting at a cafe, sipping a cup of caf and watching Republic vehicles roll by: so it was deemed important enough to start sending in forces to quell the terrorist attacks. Soon, Diarmuid would need to hop ship, but he should be able to pay someone to make another strike, and maybe get in on something himself. He smiled slightly, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise: Something interesting was about to happen.
A crowed stood at the smoldering husk of what was once the front office of a factory; the majority of it still burning, though slowly going out as it was being fought. There was a secondary explosion as something went up, causing people in the crowed to flinch away. It wasn't long before everyone was herded away.
A man lingered longer than most people, but not quite enough to cause suspicion to the security officers. There were no Republic officers that the man noticed, but it didn't matter to him.
After a short walk, the man found himself at downtown Yractos, the capital of this busy planet. There were plenty of shops, including vid-screens portraying the news, saying that the third explosion in as many days, and what factory it was, but the man thought of only one thing watching the news article: inconsequential.
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne scoffed slightly and continued his walk around Yractos. Of course, he didn't look like a sith wandering around, but more of a business man, complete with a dark suit, complete with a button down in his signature color: dark teal.
Passing more vidscreens, he stopped as the newscaster explained the past few hits and the damage that was caused. The first was in a office building, where a CEO and a few other people were killed. The second and third were both against sizable factories that are needed to produce key components needed for starships to properly function.
Diarmuid was the one behind the first explosion: well, not him personally, but the mind, money, and material behind it, but these other two were not his fault, which was why he was still sticking around here: that and because simply he could, as well as cause some hell while he could. Away from most everyone he knew, and having free reign, he felt no need to leave, even if it was a Republic planet.
Finally, Diarmuid started walking again, sending out a few waves in the force simply to agitate people he passed. As he rounded a corner, he heard some heated voices behind him, causing him to smile slyly.
Not much later, Diarmuid was sitting at a cafe, sipping a cup of caf and watching Republic vehicles roll by: so it was deemed important enough to start sending in forces to quell the terrorist attacks. Soon, Diarmuid would need to hop ship, but he should be able to pay someone to make another strike, and maybe get in on something himself. He smiled slightly, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise: Something interesting was about to happen.