Rins’zler sat alone in the cold cargo bay of a freighter he had booked passage on. The steady hum of the engines vibrated the space-chilled air, a billow of steam pluming from his lips with every exhale. The ship pulled into the Kas Tunnel, carefully meandering it’s way through the corkscrew entrance to Port Ol’val, evoking more than a little impatience from the Knight. He requested the assignment to Battleteam Styx soon after he had returned, he knew its members well but his situation after the Perdition conflict meant that he had no time to gain passage straight from the Broken Blade. Instead, relying on one of his many spare identities he gained transit on a small freighter heading to the Shadowport for trade. Aware of the need for secrecy he kept all unnecessary contact to a minimum and maintained his personage as a member of the Order of Darknell; a small and relatively unknown group of mysteriously attired monks. Few of their order were ever seen beyond the walls of their monastery on Qi Lozar, he explained to the pilot, mainly because the order didn’t actually exist. It was a cover created he had used successfully in the past, it came out of one of the many ruses and shell organisations used by his uncle’s various arms businesses. Rins’zler had occasionally required a suitable cover story to gain access to specific targets or bounties. The repulsor engines fired against the artificial gravity of the asteroid’s interior and the Sith smiled lightly beneath his mask.
Rins’zler drifted through the Port’s customs offhandedly, using the Force briefly on the minds of the customs officers- just enough to make them forget the warnings their scanners gave as they detected his excessive armament. The unnerving quality to his mask and clothing silenced any other questions and they waved him through to the Ducts with haste. The asteroid appeared well established and bustling, a various collection of species rushing from one Hangar to another. As he made his way through the passageways he found himself to be more and more impressed with it’s layout. From the occasional portholes within the walls, the Knight briefly noticed the distant civilian sectors spread out within the structures hollow body, the vastly different styles of buildings blending together with ease. He had dealt with a few illegal Ports in his time, but never one so large.
I could afford to place some roots here. Interesting.
He passed the last of the Hangars when a sudden crackling sound buzzed in his ear.
“Omega Team engaging nexzt objective, Alpha Team Stand By.””, it was Zakaths slithering tones. Rins’zler heard the others reply, but his location did not allow him to respond at this time, instead he sent a flash message via their intel link, with luck that would reach them.
The Hotel stood in front of him, its monumental size and the quality of its crafting making it stand out in its dishevelled environment. It sat on the edge of the slums, striking a strange comparison with the shabby housing opposite it.
A Hotel untouched in such a rough neighbourhood? Suspicious.
Rins’zler overlooked it with disinterest, scanning the area to confirm the logical entry point his team had likely used. Assuming the team had first class intell, technical schematics and support from their tactical advisor, he had enough experience with infiltration to be wary of ignoring his instincts, preferring to get a read of the environment for himself before acting. The sensors built into the Sith’s mask scanned the area, marking local com channels and checking feed data. A clear heat trail detected through his mask’s infrared filter confirmed his suspected path and he made his way to the entrance. Snippets of com chatter on Omega Team’s channel revealed that they had arrived at the entry point and were preparing to breach.
Rins’zler abandoned his slow, pensive gait and slipped into the grounds, keeping as much cover between him and the various guests and busboys that dotted the premises. He sprinted towards the rear of the building, a service door catching his eye. He inspected the latch carefully, noticing it had already been expertly removed. It lead into a series of more secure passageways and staff shortcuts, the area seemingly devoid of security cameras and sensors.
Rins’zlers visor detected faint evidence of damage and he suspected that Celevon had dealt with whomever had been unlucky enough to have guard duty. He carefully opened the door and followed any signs of a struggle, his robes gliding silently across the floor. Faint blood stains marked where security personnel had been professionally silenced-, the signs only hidden to a casual observer.
Rins’zler activated his com.
“Operative Rins’zler at entry point. Orders?”
“Hmph, juzt in time. Proceed to our location with hazte.”
Nodding to himself, Rins’zler moved deeper into the service tunnels until he sensed a threat ahead. A group of gruff security personnel inspected the remains of a wall panel by an open doorway. The Knight’s HUD honed in on a particular member of the group, a com signal detected on his person.
Immediately, the Sith’s instincts took over and an arm swiftly gestured towards the group. One figure stiffened and began to stumble but by the time the body was halfway from falling, Rins’zler had already unleashed a whistling conduction of blades as they met with soft flesh and expert precision. Their deaths were quick and free of fear, their mouths and eyes open for all eternity in confounded surprise. He regarded the silent forms for a few moments before finding a storage closet to hide them in, retracting his blades and clearing them of gore before returning them to his robes.
After a quick burst of his sensors, he detected ally signals, noting the area that they attended was a weak point in the Hotel’s structure. He made a low sound of approval and approached his team casually.
As he rounded a corner, he came across the small squad under Zakath’s command. They worked quickly to attach a small explosive to a seemingly random area of a wall, but Rinzler’s mask told him otherwise. His sensor array cut through the materials of the walls to show the building’s support structure. He approached the Barabel and Human, to which the latter turned to face him.
“Ah, our new recruit. I hope the trip here wasn’t too much trouble for you.”
Detecting the sarcasm in the Loyalists voice, the Sith chuckled, his mask releasing the sound in hissing notes.
“Yhour chonzern ihs nhoted- yhet uhnecezzary. I’hve dhealt whith fhar whorse.”
Zakath turned to greet Rins’zler, his purple reptilian eyes assessing him from his towering perspective. The Barabel nodded to the Knight, the smell of conflict on the Sith’s blades easily detected by the reptile’s senses.
“Good work. Our firzt objective iz almozt complete. Two chargez more until nexzt phaze.”
The Sergeant began a brief explanation of their next step when the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted him.
“We have bogeys, sir.”