Post by tenkalus on Oct 30, 2018 17:47:59 GMT -5
“Sir, I have the report from Mustafar. All agents in the system were lost.”
“What?! Do we have confirmation of that?” The Major in charge bellowed. Why was this happening on his shift?
“Yes sir. Agent’s Whisper and Two-Hands were confirmed KIA and junior Agent Songbird was…. Well sir.. We found forensic evidence that he didn’t survive.” The speaker handed the officer a datapad with reports and holo’s of the carnage that had befallen their people. His face scrunched up in disgust as he saw the still pictures. At flipping to the resting pose of Two-Hands, the man fought back bile and cringed. He had to screw his eyes shut and turn away. “My god….” he exclaimed. “Who is capable of such animosity? These agents look like they were mauled by a wild animal....”
Just then, the door to the command module at the Ministry of Intelligence slid open and a cadre of soldiers and uniformed men came walking boldly inside. The lead of which was in a white Colonel’s uniform with a long imperial grey coat over top of it. He had a close cropped haircut with a streak of platinum white shot diagonally over his skull. A young man, the Major noted. Probably some political placement given the obvious authority the younger man carried. Behind him was an agent that the Major had thought was on administrative leave, given his proximity to a certain deceased comrade.
Senior Imperial Agent, Alexius Stormhall kept his hands firmly in his pockets and had an air of boredom about him as he trailed in the flapping coat tail of the Colonel in white.
“Everyone out!” The Colonel yelled.
No one moved. Confused glances were being tossed to the Major who frowned himself. “Colonel, what is the meaning of this? This is a secure area.” The fact of the matter was that this young Colonel, whoever he was, was not an officer in the Ministry of Intelligence. An admiral could walk through that door and not have authority and jurisdiction to order a cup of caf, let alone clear the room.
Without another word, the Colonel took out his code cylinder and jammed it into the Major’s terminal, overriding all screens and authenticating his personal credentials. The screen flashed to the color coded encryption system used by intelligence to gauge operational authority and quickly toned to a pulsing black.
The Major’s eyebrows rose a few inches in surprise. “Clear the room immediately!” He ordered. Then and only then did the workers at their stations move. He would have to commend them for their discipline later.
Stormhall waved belatedly at the intel personnel when their backs were turned.
When the room was quiet and the door was shut and sealed, the black clad troopers went around to each station and disabled any security cameras monitoring the command center.
“What can the Ministry do for you Colonel?” The Major piped up with a hint of fear creeping into his voice. What was going on?
“What you can do, Major,” the Colonel responded as he turned his frosty blue eyes to the Major, “Is tell me why your incompetence has caused a security breach!”
More confusion, “Sir?”
The young officer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated as though he were dealing with a child. “You have a rogue agent, Major, and now I have to deal with it. You will give me everything you have on Agent Lucadonus Lestroud.”
The Major shook his head, “Sir, that’s not possible. Lucadonus Lestroud was killed in prison three months ago. I saw the coroner's report myself.”
“Lucadonus Lestroud is cunning, Major.” The Colonel said icily, “And very much alive. He just ghosted three of your agents on Mustafar and made off with enough supplies to wage a private war with the Empire. More than that, he was privy to knowledge that could be dangerous to the Empire if given to the wrong people. His very existence is an affront to our way of life, and you are going to help me deal with him.”
Things were starting to make a little bit of sense to the Major. Lestroud had been one of their most promising agents. He was trained by Alexius Stormhall, which explained the man’s presence, and by all accounts, had been leading a very promising career. The Major had seen the former sniper’s jacket when he’d transferred to the Ministry and had been shocked that someone so young at the time, had earned enough medals to make some General’s think twice about standing next to him in dress uniform. The man had been a hero.
The official report was that Agent Lestroud had contracted some rare optical disease that one in a thousand humans were susceptible to from the planet of Felucia. Something about plant spores in the air that mutated when coming into contact with certain cells in the body. The Major had never paid much attention to the disease, as he wasn’t a doctor. He’d just known it was a tragedy, for the military to lose such a skilled soldier.
But fate had stepped in for Lestroud. The Empire rewarded it’s loyal servants, and so the powers that be decided to transfer the soldier to intelligence. They put money and resources into his training, obviously believing that his visual impairment was temporary. Apparently, they’d been wrong. The file had read like a horror story for Lestroud. He’d joined with the Ministry, his former credentials and identity had been erased from public record (in standard practice for a field agent), and he’d been given a new name. Lestroud had been given the best medical care the Empire had to offer, but suddenly took a turn for the worst.
The report said that there was nothing the Ministry could do to recover his eyesight, and was forced to medically discharge Lestroud from service. Agent Lestroud, as a career soldier, fell on hard times and blamed the Ministry for his eyes failing, and had gone to lengths planning to bomb the command center in the heart of Dromund Kaas. Luckily, security caught him, disarmed his explosives and sent him off to be incarcerated for the rest of his days. Last the Major had heard was that Lestroud’s luck had turned poor one last time, as he’d been the victim in prison of gang violence in prison and had perished in a riot. It was a sad end to a good operative.
Now this Colonel was claiming that Lucadonus Lestroud was alive, and taking out loyal agents to the Empire. So many questions sprang to mind. How had the man escaped prison? And why was that report falsified. If that report was false, then what else had been a lie?
“Do you have any proof, Colonel?” He asked, suddenly very aware of his confidence returning.
The higher ranking officer sneered and inserted a datacard into the reader slot on the Major’s terminal. A security vid of a star port began cycling from camera to camera and eventually froze as the familiar form of Agent Lestroud became visible in the feed. He was sitting at on a bench waiting for a flight off planet. The recording was labeled Mustafar Star port. It had been captured 24 hours prior.
The Major was about to speak again, but stopped and shut his mouth, looking back at the still frame of the recording. Lestroud’s eyes were different than he remembered. They were…
Glowing? Perhaps some kind of lens flair on the camera?
The Major snorted and shook his head as the Colonel began talking about how the Ministry would reclaim their rogue agent. “I’m sorry Major, do you find this breach in security amusing?”
He just looked up and shook his head, “You were just saying you had military assets on station to take Lestroud into custody?”
“So you were paying attention. Outstanding…” the Colonel responded with dripping sarcasm.
“It won’t work.”
“Oh. Please, by all means, educate us on the inner workings of the Ministry of Intelligence, Major. Why will two of the most skilled black ops agents the military has to offer, fail at retrieving a single man on a ship with no escape, en route through hyperspace?”
Superior officer with black clearance the Colonel may have been, but even so, the Major glared at him silently for a moment before pointing at the feed on his screen. “Agent Lucadonus Lestroud was one of the most promising operative’s I’ve ever seen. I’ve been doing this for 30 years, Colonel, and not once have any of the operatives under my command been identified on a security cam. Look at this again.”
The Colonel begrudgingly did so. “He’s looking at the camera….”
“Purposefully. He wants us to see him. He wants us to know this was him.”
Alexius Stormhall finally spoke up, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “Look’s like ole Luca is about to kick someone’s ass.” He said lightly with a smirk.
The Colonel stared at the screen and into those glowing eyes. “It doesn’t matter. He’s still outnumbered and outmuscled. Our men will bring him in for interrogation.”
“Beggin your pardon, Colonel.” Stormhall said as he scratched his nose idly, “But if I know our boy there, your men are already dead.”
“What?! Do we have confirmation of that?” The Major in charge bellowed. Why was this happening on his shift?
“Yes sir. Agent’s Whisper and Two-Hands were confirmed KIA and junior Agent Songbird was…. Well sir.. We found forensic evidence that he didn’t survive.” The speaker handed the officer a datapad with reports and holo’s of the carnage that had befallen their people. His face scrunched up in disgust as he saw the still pictures. At flipping to the resting pose of Two-Hands, the man fought back bile and cringed. He had to screw his eyes shut and turn away. “My god….” he exclaimed. “Who is capable of such animosity? These agents look like they were mauled by a wild animal....”
Just then, the door to the command module at the Ministry of Intelligence slid open and a cadre of soldiers and uniformed men came walking boldly inside. The lead of which was in a white Colonel’s uniform with a long imperial grey coat over top of it. He had a close cropped haircut with a streak of platinum white shot diagonally over his skull. A young man, the Major noted. Probably some political placement given the obvious authority the younger man carried. Behind him was an agent that the Major had thought was on administrative leave, given his proximity to a certain deceased comrade.
Senior Imperial Agent, Alexius Stormhall kept his hands firmly in his pockets and had an air of boredom about him as he trailed in the flapping coat tail of the Colonel in white.
“Everyone out!” The Colonel yelled.
No one moved. Confused glances were being tossed to the Major who frowned himself. “Colonel, what is the meaning of this? This is a secure area.” The fact of the matter was that this young Colonel, whoever he was, was not an officer in the Ministry of Intelligence. An admiral could walk through that door and not have authority and jurisdiction to order a cup of caf, let alone clear the room.
Without another word, the Colonel took out his code cylinder and jammed it into the Major’s terminal, overriding all screens and authenticating his personal credentials. The screen flashed to the color coded encryption system used by intelligence to gauge operational authority and quickly toned to a pulsing black.
The Major’s eyebrows rose a few inches in surprise. “Clear the room immediately!” He ordered. Then and only then did the workers at their stations move. He would have to commend them for their discipline later.
Stormhall waved belatedly at the intel personnel when their backs were turned.
When the room was quiet and the door was shut and sealed, the black clad troopers went around to each station and disabled any security cameras monitoring the command center.
“What can the Ministry do for you Colonel?” The Major piped up with a hint of fear creeping into his voice. What was going on?
“What you can do, Major,” the Colonel responded as he turned his frosty blue eyes to the Major, “Is tell me why your incompetence has caused a security breach!”
More confusion, “Sir?”
The young officer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated as though he were dealing with a child. “You have a rogue agent, Major, and now I have to deal with it. You will give me everything you have on Agent Lucadonus Lestroud.”
The Major shook his head, “Sir, that’s not possible. Lucadonus Lestroud was killed in prison three months ago. I saw the coroner's report myself.”
“Lucadonus Lestroud is cunning, Major.” The Colonel said icily, “And very much alive. He just ghosted three of your agents on Mustafar and made off with enough supplies to wage a private war with the Empire. More than that, he was privy to knowledge that could be dangerous to the Empire if given to the wrong people. His very existence is an affront to our way of life, and you are going to help me deal with him.”
Things were starting to make a little bit of sense to the Major. Lestroud had been one of their most promising agents. He was trained by Alexius Stormhall, which explained the man’s presence, and by all accounts, had been leading a very promising career. The Major had seen the former sniper’s jacket when he’d transferred to the Ministry and had been shocked that someone so young at the time, had earned enough medals to make some General’s think twice about standing next to him in dress uniform. The man had been a hero.
The official report was that Agent Lestroud had contracted some rare optical disease that one in a thousand humans were susceptible to from the planet of Felucia. Something about plant spores in the air that mutated when coming into contact with certain cells in the body. The Major had never paid much attention to the disease, as he wasn’t a doctor. He’d just known it was a tragedy, for the military to lose such a skilled soldier.
But fate had stepped in for Lestroud. The Empire rewarded it’s loyal servants, and so the powers that be decided to transfer the soldier to intelligence. They put money and resources into his training, obviously believing that his visual impairment was temporary. Apparently, they’d been wrong. The file had read like a horror story for Lestroud. He’d joined with the Ministry, his former credentials and identity had been erased from public record (in standard practice for a field agent), and he’d been given a new name. Lestroud had been given the best medical care the Empire had to offer, but suddenly took a turn for the worst.
The report said that there was nothing the Ministry could do to recover his eyesight, and was forced to medically discharge Lestroud from service. Agent Lestroud, as a career soldier, fell on hard times and blamed the Ministry for his eyes failing, and had gone to lengths planning to bomb the command center in the heart of Dromund Kaas. Luckily, security caught him, disarmed his explosives and sent him off to be incarcerated for the rest of his days. Last the Major had heard was that Lestroud’s luck had turned poor one last time, as he’d been the victim in prison of gang violence in prison and had perished in a riot. It was a sad end to a good operative.
Now this Colonel was claiming that Lucadonus Lestroud was alive, and taking out loyal agents to the Empire. So many questions sprang to mind. How had the man escaped prison? And why was that report falsified. If that report was false, then what else had been a lie?
“Do you have any proof, Colonel?” He asked, suddenly very aware of his confidence returning.
The higher ranking officer sneered and inserted a datacard into the reader slot on the Major’s terminal. A security vid of a star port began cycling from camera to camera and eventually froze as the familiar form of Agent Lestroud became visible in the feed. He was sitting at on a bench waiting for a flight off planet. The recording was labeled Mustafar Star port. It had been captured 24 hours prior.
The Major was about to speak again, but stopped and shut his mouth, looking back at the still frame of the recording. Lestroud’s eyes were different than he remembered. They were…
Glowing? Perhaps some kind of lens flair on the camera?
The Major snorted and shook his head as the Colonel began talking about how the Ministry would reclaim their rogue agent. “I’m sorry Major, do you find this breach in security amusing?”
He just looked up and shook his head, “You were just saying you had military assets on station to take Lestroud into custody?”
“So you were paying attention. Outstanding…” the Colonel responded with dripping sarcasm.
“It won’t work.”
“Oh. Please, by all means, educate us on the inner workings of the Ministry of Intelligence, Major. Why will two of the most skilled black ops agents the military has to offer, fail at retrieving a single man on a ship with no escape, en route through hyperspace?”
Superior officer with black clearance the Colonel may have been, but even so, the Major glared at him silently for a moment before pointing at the feed on his screen. “Agent Lucadonus Lestroud was one of the most promising operative’s I’ve ever seen. I’ve been doing this for 30 years, Colonel, and not once have any of the operatives under my command been identified on a security cam. Look at this again.”
The Colonel begrudgingly did so. “He’s looking at the camera….”
“Purposefully. He wants us to see him. He wants us to know this was him.”
Alexius Stormhall finally spoke up, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “Look’s like ole Luca is about to kick someone’s ass.” He said lightly with a smirk.
The Colonel stared at the screen and into those glowing eyes. “It doesn’t matter. He’s still outnumbered and outmuscled. Our men will bring him in for interrogation.”
“Beggin your pardon, Colonel.” Stormhall said as he scratched his nose idly, “But if I know our boy there, your men are already dead.”