Denon I Tell You [Terrorists/Resistance vs Empire]

Splayed beneath a pile of rubble that covered his body and the crimson armor he wore, Alkaios stared out through a gap he’d created, up to his eyes a set of micro binoculars watching the Rebels down in the staging area below. It was but a myth that the Imperial Guard only protected the Emperor, no they were to be used at his discretion and only took commands from him or those he ordered them to. They were the best of the best, only matched by the prowess of the Inquisitors, the thought still made Alkaios scowl. How could they ever hope to match the abilities of a “Red Guard” They were honed and trained to be death dealers from the moment they entered the Squall, and even then, those like Alkaios, those gifted in the force were given more intensive training. Alkaios ached for the day he could truly test his skills against an Inquisitor though it would probably never come, infighting among the Empire was frowned upon and could lead to a quick end. Alkaios was deep undercover, technically once you became an Imperial Guard you no longer existed, everything about you was expunged from the galactic database. You were a nameless figure, one who devoted everything to the Empire. This was a benefit during missions such as this as even if Alkaios failed and his life was lost there would be no way to identify him except for the crimson armor but anyone could make one of those.

Lost in thought Alkaios barely paid attention to the frail figure that came out talking of betrayal, how easy it would be to start picking the Rebels off one by one, to end their pathetic meeting, squash them beneath his boots but those weren’t his orders. Alkaios wasn’t even supposed to intervene in the meeting or ensure the packages were stopped, he was simply supposed to discover what the Rebels were planning. Eventually another figure entered the staging area, her entrance with a jetpack was nothing impressive but perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. From his position it was impossible for Alkaios to perceive what was being discussed, it was obvious that it was in reference to the cargo that had been delivered. With haste the Rebels left, far too quickly for Alkaios’ liking. Micro binoculars continuing to focus on the woman below he watched as others came out and retrieved the crates before separating. Alkaios could’ve picked any group to chase, stopped and ended the lives of the Freedom Fighters in an instant and peeked inside the crates but the woman herself was obviously the leader and her capture and subsequent interrogation would be far more vital to the Imperial effort.

With almost no visible effort Alkaios rose from where he lay, the rubble that had been piled on top of him fell free, beneath one arm a crimson helmet to match his armor, a slightly curved visor. One that resembled that of the Sun Guard and Mandalorians. Sliding it home there was a faint hiss as the helmet locked into place the HUD coming to life. His target in sight Alkaios followed her at a distance, his steps slow, the padded boots silencing his footfalls. His smell had been covered by that of rubble, and what scent of his body was trapped within the armor, even then the Krasgrig had taken precautions using scentless soap to ensure he didn’t emit a scent. The route the woman took was obviously meant to lose any possible onlookers as well as confuse and who were tailing her but Alkaios stayed on her tail. Just far enough back to keep himself hidden but close enough to keep sight of her. After what felt like an eternity she came to a stop in an abandoned building. Alkaios entered as well his back pressed against a wall his head leaned slightly out to see what the woman was doing. Clasped in his hands was a bronze pole, with a twist of his wrists there was a sharp schlikt as from both ends of the pole two silver blades appeared from within.

Shi Pallamir , @krasnaya , Viera Kisep ,