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Where do I begin?
Jakcen:
Retired.
The life for me.
Until Jest Hert comes calling again.
Jest Hert is a bitch. A cold blooded killer that I couldn't kill. She killed Hurth. He was a member of my Covert Kill Squad that was tasked with hunting her down and killing her. Over the years, 25 or so, we have been able to determine she was born on Corellia. We figure her for about 45. She is left handed and favors a blade.
I was on Dantooine, enjoying my time when I got the call. Body was found in a hotel in Theed. Hurth was still black, so I was asked to take a look into it. Why not. Hurth was a friend and I owed Jest. I think back to my last encounter with her. Mather didn't make it out of that one. I was lucky. A punctured lung, a fractured wrist and the loss of my left pinky was what I was left with. Better than Mather, but I still wanted the bitch dead.
I packed my gear and headed out. I took my ship and ported her in town. Nabooians aren't big on weapons, so I left my blasters and took just a pair of knives. I was retired, but my clearance was still good, so I got to look at what had Hurth here on Naboo. Hunting rebels. This kill might be personal. Then again, we always suspected she was more than just a killer for hire. She had left our agents alone up until this point. She had killed a few over the years, but they were all part of the investigation. She had yet to target any of them.
I stopped and bought a coat in the colors the locals like to wear. I grabbed a cup of caf. It tasted like piss. I did some surveillance on the hotel, I wanted to make sure it wasn't being watched. I had a copy of the key. RSF wasn't aware that I was boots on the ground, so I was on my own if I got caught.
Security on the hotel was easy to beat. I used a pen with a built-in disruptor to fry the security feeds and my lock pick set to gain entry to the room. I put on a pair of latex gloves and did my best to sweep the crime scene without leaving a trail. RSF was very thorough in the sweep. I had almost given up and then I saw it. The carpet, near the door had a slight bulge in it. I made my way back to the door and pulled a small scanner from my belt. I scanned it for explosives first and it came up nothing. I switched to thermal and got zero heat. I pocketed the scanner and used my folding knife to cut the carpet away. There was a small data stick there. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I took one last look around and left the room.
I made it back to my hotel, seeing no signs of entry, I went in. I broke out my modified datapad and inserted the data stick. I did a security sweep and the stick was clean. It took me about ten minutes to crack it and then it became a little clearer as to why Hurth was killed. Kriff, this is not good. Was he going to turn this over to CorSec? Was he selling it to the Alliance? Who hired Jest for the job? I have to look into this. I need to figure if my friend was a traitor before he died.
Where do I begin?
Jakcen:
I figured I'd head over to the morgue and make sure the body was in fact Hurth. It wouldn't be the first time a Black Operative had left one of his cover ID's around. I figured it was Jest that had done the killing. Lots of blood and the outline of the body matched her calling card.
It was easy to get a look at the body. 50 credits and I was in. I followed the night clerk back and stood to the side, scanning the room as he retrieved the body. He wheeled in a cart and nodded at it. I waited till he walked out of the room before I unzipped it to take a look. It was Hurth. I reached in and grabbed his left hand. Jest had killed him. First knuckle on the left pinky was missing. It was her calling card. He was all beat to hell and back. His nose was busted and it looked as if his right arm had been broken. I opened his mouth and was glad to see all of his teeth were still there. I zipped the bag back and went out to tell the clerk I was good.
I left the morgue and walked around for about 45 minutes. I wanted to give Jest a chance to search my room. I know, I should've made it back and tried to spook her into making a mistake and then taking her out. But seeing Hurth had sucked the air out of me tonight. I made my way around town and found a quite little bar out on the docks. I paid the cover charge and went in. I ordered an ale and took a seat in the back.
The ale wasn't bad and I started to think back to my last encounter with Jest. She had killed an older couple who were suspected of being rebels. We had been on Jest's trail for over a year and we felt like we were getting close. Mather and I were following a lead and walked into the building as she walked out. She got spooked at the sight of us or we wouldn't have even seen her. She had a long coat with a hood on and could've just kept on walking. Instead she shot me and stabbed Mather. She was using a suppressed pistol in her right hand and I took the round square to the chest. Had I not been wearing my vest, I would've died that day. Mather had his vest on, but her blade dug into it as though he wasn't even wearing a shirt. He started to scream, but died before he even got the words out. I'd fallen against the door and was having a hard time breathing. I tried to get to my feet and draw my weapon, but she hit me in the face with her pistol and knocked me out.
I woke up in a room. I was sitting in a chair, my hands were strapped to the table in front of me, palms down. I shook my head to try and clear any grogginess. This wasn't the first time I had been taken. But lets be honest, no amount of training can prepare you for this. I figure I was at that table for just over an hour when the door opened and she walked in. I was hoping to get a look at her, but she had a mask on. I could see her eyes, they were grey with a slight slant to them. I tried sizing her up, but setting down I could only guess at her height. She had a long sleeve shirt on, it was tight to her chest. I'd say a B-cup, maybe 34's. She had a good muscle tone to her. She had her blade sheathed on her left hip and another, smaller one on her right wrist.
I found myself staring into her eyes, when out of the nowhere, she drew the smaller blade from her wrist and drove it into the top of my left hand. It broke the trance she had me in and I yelled out in pain. I looked at the top of my hand, she had driven the blade into the table. I swallowed and looked up at her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of cutters. She reached out and grabbed my left hand, clamping the cutters on my first knuckle of my pinky. Without even asking me a question, she cut off the tip of my finger. I scream in pain and at this point I passed out.
I woke up later, not really sure how long I was out. She had removed her blade and had stopped the bleeding. She must of had a video feed rigged, cause she came in just after I woke up. She had a stick and walked over to my right side and brought the stick down on my right wrist, I screamed at the pain and was sure it was broken. She laughed and then took the stick and hit me several times in the ribs. At some point I passed out again.
When I woke up, I was on the floor. My hands were cuffed together and I was on my side. I was having a hard time breathing and when I coughed, I spit up some blood. Great. She had nearly kriffing killed me and had yet to ask me a question. The door opened and she walked in. This time, her hands were empty. She calmly walked over to me and bent over, yanking me to my feet as though I was but a toy. She was about my height. She pulled a syringe out of her pocket and readied it, she jabbed me in the neck and then let me fall. She reached over and undid my bindings. She looked at me and said I would wake up in a day or so. She told me to tell my boss to quit looking for her. She was doing her job. She then turned and walked out the door.
I just lay there. I couldn't move. What the hell kind of choice is that? I can't do that. She has killed one of my men. I will catch her or die trying.
Now all I need is to get out of here. I look around the room, moving my eyes.......
I snap out of it and look down at the glass of ale. I have to find Jest and stop her but I also have to do this the right way. I down the rest of my ale and stand, glancing around the bar, I head out on my hunt.
Where do I begin?
Jakcen:
Jest will have to wait.
Eli called and needs my help. A friend of hers got into a pile of bantha poop with the Imperials and needs an extraction. Eli has put together a team, but needs a lift. She is lucky I was on the station when she called.
After I went to Dantooine and warned Ren and Eli about Jest, I jumped to Kashyyyk and let the hyperdrive cool down before I jumped to Ord Mantell to refuel. I was headed to Rori to look at a body of one of CorSec's agents. Wanted to make sure it was just a random killing and not Jest.
I bought a fighter and was using it. Jest knew my ship to well, so I wanted a fresh start. Anyway. Eli got the ship to Ord Mantell with Thumper's help. We boarded her and I took her out. John was there, so was a couple of others. Laylaa and Bel. Ren was also with them. Ren hates space travel.
So Tantos got locked up on Dath and we went in to rescue him. Short of it, we got the job done. Couple of minor injuries, but we all got to go home. I got a good nights rest and now I have Jest to find.
Rori turned out to be a bust. Random death. Trail has gone cold. I need to go back and see if I missed something.
Where do I begin?
Jakcen:
The trail had gone cold because Jest wanted it to. I should've seen this and been better prepared for it. I wasn't and it almost cost me my life.
The Runner had been hit getting Tantos out. She had a dual core hyperdrive and the port side was malfunctioning and I had to block it during the escape. Not that big of deal, I lost a little time, but she was still fast. I needed to clear my head, so I put her down in a little out of the way joint on Lok. The port was friendly to CorSec and this should've made me avoid it. I wasn't thinking clearly and I got caught with my pants down.
I hired a local kid to help me with the hydraulics. I'm an electrical guy. I can work hydraulics when I need to, but I wanted this done right the first time. We drained the coolant and were dropping the hyperdrive when she hit us. Thumper was on the ship, running diagnostics on the shields, they had been flickering some after the pounding she took on the rescue. I let my guard down and the kid payed for it. I have at least learned and always carry a blaster, so once the shooting started, I was able to return fire.
I was up in the housing of the hyperdrive. I was disconnecting the leads when the kid grunted and fell into the tool cart. This saved my life. I knew I was in trouble and dropped to the ground immediately. I drew my sidearm and took cover behind the cart, scanning the area for the attackers. I grabbed my comm-link from my belt and started to call Eli, but had it shot from my hand before the signal could get out. I rolled to the left and fired in the direction the shot had come from.
They were using a suppressed weapon and mine wasn't. I was hoping to attract Thumper and he might get a call off. No such luck. I started taking fire from the rear and for just a moment, thought I was in luck. Jest always works alone. I dove to the right and raised my weapon when the shot took me high in the back, left side. It knocked my shot wide and I screamed in pain. It was a blaster bolt and the fire retardant coveralls I was wearing helped dampen the affect. It still hurt to all Nine Hells and back.
I needed some luck or I was as good as dead. The second shooter, stood up and I was able to get a shot off and hit him in the chest. He went down with a surprised look on his face. I then turned toward the first shooter and that is when I got a look at Jest, face to face. Well, in this case it was face to boot. She socked me pretty good and it staggered me. I stumbled a step or two backward and tried to ready myself. She struck before I was ready and I took it. With lightning fast moves, she drove her blade up into the the bottom of my right bicep. Kriff me that almost ended my day right there. My useless fingers dropped my pistol as I locked eyes with her. She had a look of death in them. One of us was leaving here in a bag.
She faltered for just a second and I was able to drive my forehead into her face. I was happy to hear the crunch of her nose and feel the flow of her blood on my face. She grunted, taking a step back and released her grip on the blade in my arm. I pressed the attack and kicked at her right knee. She must have seen it coming as she moved to her left and delivered a jab to my right side. She was wearing spiked knuckles and they tore into my side. I pressed the attack and used my faltering right arm to swing at her head. She stepped into my attack and drove her right fist into my chest. I was knocked back a few steps and used the space to rip the blade from my arm. I almost passed out from the pain. With a dazed look and bloodied blade in my left hand, we both charged. I took a step and she launched herself into the air and lead with her foot. She connected with my chest and I heard a few ribs brake. I fell to the ground, but was able to jab her blade into her right thigh as I fell.
She screamed and fell to the ground next to me. She reached for her blade as I painfully rolled toward her. She got her blade out as I rolled on top of her and started driving my elbow into her chest. She got her blade up and sliced me across the back. I was able to keep going and she shifted her grip on the blade and drove it toward my neck. By shear luck, I got my left forearm in the way and took the blade there, instead of dieing on it. It was stuck in the bone and she couldn't get it out, not that she didn't try.
All I could think of was killing her. So I did. I lost control and started driving my head into her face over and over again. I'm not sure how many times I did it. Had it not been for Thumper shocking my right leg, kriff, I still might be there doing it.
When I snapped out of it, I was on top of her. Her face was caved in and my head was covered in her blood. I tried to get to my feet and couldn't stand. Thumper grabbed my boot and pulled me off of her. I had a blade lodged in my left forearm, a smaller blade jabbed into my left bicep. I had a least 4 cracked or broken ribs, a gunshot wound to the back and a hole in my right arm where she had stabbed me.
I had Thumper call CorSec and passed out. When I came to, I was in an old safe house on Tatooine. I had had surgery and been placed in a bacta tank overnight. My body hurt, but I was lucky to be alive.
My old boss was in the room. He came over and we shook hands. He told me to take some time off. He would like me to come back to work. There was a new threat and he felt I was the man to lead the unit that was being put together to deal with it.
I told him thanks, but I had a family to look after now. He wanted me to explain.
I smiled, looked him right in the eyes and told him it was "Classified". He looked at me and nodded. He left a folder on the table as he turned to leave, stopping at the door. With his back to me, he told me I was born for this kind of work. I'd never be happy with an ordinary job. He would leave me alone. He said I'd come back. Then he walked out and left me alone with the file.
I staggered to my feet and walked over, picking up the fill I opened it. There was a picture of my dad on it. A cold chill took over me and went straight to my heart. I read the file and then reread it. My father had been killed by Imperial Intelligence. His heart attack wasn't natural. Son of Hutt.
This wouldn't go unpunished. I grabbed my boots and jacket, with folder in one hand and a bag of meds in the other, I made my way out of the safe house and into the bright sun. I got my bearing and headed for the space port. I had work to do.
I had plans to make and people to kill.
Just one thing to figure out.
Where do I begin?
Jakcen:
I know I need more rest, but with my father's killer still out there, I can't sleep. I took a few days off, to be honest, I was stuck in bed for most of those days.
CorSec had the Runner fixed, so Thumper was able to get us in the air and on our way. Once we were in the black, I had Thumper check the ship for tracking devices and he found 4 of them. We removed them and spaced each at a different jump point. I made a detour to Talus and had an old friend wipe the ship's memory and reset it to stock. I didn't need CorSec or the Imperials showing up during my investigation.
While I was away, the sell was finalized on the old restaurant I bought. I hired a crew to get it livable and started having my break out gear readied for an emergency. She would be stocked in a few days and ready if I ever needed her.
I removed my clothes, all except for my boxers and with the file and a mug of caf, I set down to draw up a plan. I wasn't healed yet and I had way to many reminders of the dangers of a fully fit operative going on a mission like I was about to undertake. My left arm was a mess. I was missing part of my pinky, I had a 3 inch long scar on the top and bottom of my hand. I had a 4 inch long scar on my forearm. I had 4 scars on my chest from blaster wounds. I had a 6 inch scar across my back and a pair of scars from blaster bolts. My right bicep had a scar from a blade and 2 from blaster shots. My legs had so many, it hurt my head to try and count them all.
I shook it out of my head, I picked up the mug of caf and with a bitter taste, from both the caf and the feeling of now knowing my father was murdered, in my mouth, I opened the file and started making notes.
Coroner: Dr. J. R. Lopper,
Investigating Officer: LT. K. H. Gruy,
Witness: P. Y. Zert.
These were the names on the CorSec file. The Imperial one had less. All I had was a case file, a copy of the kill order and the assassin's Imperial Code Name.
Black Night.
I shivered, almost dropping the mug. This was the tag of a former ISB agent. I had had a few encounters with him in the past. He was a former agent, because I had caught him with his hand in someone's jar. He tried to have me killed and I was able to get the upper hand and turn him and the evidence over to Imperial Intelligence. We heard he was executed for treason. His time will come.
I had the date and time of the order, so with some old fashion detective work and lots of luck, I might be able to find out who was the duty officer the night the hit was ordered.
I had two choices to start with:
CorSec or the Imperials.
Where do I begin?
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