IC

Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years..
They were all irrelevant, they were all just a simple passage of the concept known as time. Tucked away in the mountains of Alderaan, the man known as the "Mad Hermit" toiled and labored..

Raitia was writing reports, inside the ISS Invicta, at her desk at the medical bay when a great shake and alarm blaring. She order the staff to stockpile medical items and organizes teams to prepare for incoming wounded. After another shake, the walking wounded and stechers came in. She order some teams of medical personnel to damage areas and set up temp medical areas. Then she triage the wounded, those that can be saved are admitted, those that can not are sent to the morgue.

Not even a day and a half after the council meeting and the discussion with Darth Atrinark, Rahm and Drikkah are home in Vhetin. The midday warmth of the Mandalorian sun streams through every window that permits it, and a light lunch is on the table as Nena plays on the floor.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Rahm is surrounded by datapads, with reports coming in from every company of each battalion. His battalion, the first, has everyone accounted for, and the others continue to report their location as the hours go by.

“We’ve got almost everyone,” he says out loud, hopefully loud enough for Drikkah to hear. “Only a few hundred still not reporting.”

“That is no small sum of people,” Drikkah calls back, followed by the sound of shuffling papers, a drawer smoothly sliding out then back, and a lock turning. She emerges from her study and pulls out a chair at the table.

The casino as usual is loud and crowded. With the sligthtly-better-than-average odds of winning and the complete lack of Hutt involvement the establishment had a steady stream of customers most nights. Usually even more so when the proprieter herself was in attendance. A night like tonight. The raven haired woman watches the crowd as she leans against the wall pretending to be paying attention to the dancers. Annabelle pushes off of the wall with a foot and makes her way across the main floor to a small group gathered at one of the gambling tables. The sway of her leather-clad hips exagerated just enough to make sure her path across the floor is noticed. She takes a sip from her glass of Whyren's before setting it on the edge of the table as she leans forward, placing a hand on the man's shoulder as she leans in.

((Written by Melkaio and Henerkin))

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Melkaio enters the med bay of his casino, the Tresure Island on Nar Shaddaa, to meety with the Captain of The Skull. He was in a rather bad shape after the latest mission onm Taris. The Rattataki pours himself a glass of whiskey.

- Meklaio : Shall I serve you one Henerkin?

- Henerkin : Dammit! I’d love to but the doc ain’t allwin’ me anything but kolto!

Sitting on the bed, freshly out of the med tank for the meeting, the kolto still drying on his old pirate tattoos, he looks left and right… No doc.

- Henerkin : Kriff it!

In the servants quarters of Belatrix's Kaas apartments, the cook spends an hour searching for her favorite boots. She finds them, later, stowed sensibly away in her footlocker. With the hairbrush she lost last week.
Decorations artfully placed on side tables turn up in storage closets.
One of Belatrix's favorite flowering plants acquires a self-watering gadget, of the sort used by people who don't trust their neighbors to look after their homes while on vacation.

On the ISS Invicta, soldiers find spare MREs stashed in their lockers.

The Invicta Headquarters seems plagued by the same trickster; a coat here, a utility belt there, all discovered later neatly tucked into lockers, travelling cases, bags. Nothing is missing, simply... stowed.

- Henerkin : Y’all locate me the ISS Invicta, It’s been awhile since the last mission left, let’s go see whats up.

Mogy on the holo processes the tracking from The Crossbonses since The Skull is yet again in repairs on Tatooine.

- Mogy : Yo! Hen! They’re still docked on the Taris space station. We should go take a look.

Henerkin sips his corellian whiskey and nods

- Henerkin : Yep my thought exactly, can’t afford to lose that income just yet. Besides I might have folks I actually care about on that mission, who knows?

Mogy chuckle and crosses his arms.

- Mogy : You mean to tell me you actually have a heart under that rotten shell of yours and actually care about people?

- Henerkin : Hey! I resent that, that’s just plain kriffing mean, how piratey of you brother!

Moe shakes his head and adds jokingly:

Shorthly after the events on Ziost, The Crossbones, The Mynock, and The Fuzzball docked inside The Skull.

- Henerkin : « Folks, this venture is no longer profitable. Let’s haul jets to the Outer Rim »

- Rusty (in Jawaese): «Prepare to Jump in Hyperspace! All Engines Forward! We’re Going Home!»

They jumped without any problems, that was at the arrival the things started to get worst.

The First Mate informed the Captain that a squadron of Republic stealth fighters picked up their trail, they just went out of cloaking and commenced the attack on The Skull. At the same moment, There was an Incoming transmission.

Central Intelligence Agency
In conjunction with:
The National Counterterrorism Center

Case number: 27136668M, Maria Townsend

To whom it may concern:

Per our arrangement with you on the handling of suspect, Maria J. Townsend, we have been monitoring her lately through closed circuit TV and field agents when needed. Our current observations are:

-We have noticed a physical change with Ms. Townsend. This might just be inconsistent to anything, but our records on her appearance have been update. Criminals usually try to alter their looks once released back into society.

-While conducting interviews with her professors at the university, they have told us that Maria’s capacity to absorb knowledge has grown tenfold. She is now at or near the capabilities of honor students in the Master’s programs there. Yet, Ms. Townsend still chooses to hide under the façade of this young teen. Why she does this astounds even her instructors.

TO: ALL INVICTA SECURITY EMPLOYEES
FROM: ANJALINA ROSENTHALL
RE: TALENTS, SKILLSETS, AND WORKFORCE PREFERENCES
SUBJECT:
Ms. Trent is putting together work teams in order to have them in place to quickly fill contracts as we acquire them. Please tell us your talents and skillsets, in order of achiements, highest to lowest. We also want to know your preference of workforce tasks. While we cannot guarantee you will get the jobs you desire, we will do our best. Our clients come first and we will give them the best of the best for each contract. If you wish your talents and such to be confidential, please send myself a secure email. (shoot me an IM here).
This information will be moved to secure personnel files as received.
Have a good day and stay safe.

Anjalina Rosenthall
Public Relations Director
Human Resources