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Neo Sarkkas
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 Post Posted: Fri, March 09th 2007 10:09pm    Post subject: Industrial Zone 99/A, Warehouse 24/JB
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Neo slowly came to.

Three things flashed through his head as he awoke. First, he was going to personally shoot the kriffing rodder who had gotten him to lower his guard like he had. Two, his wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a durasteel chair that was bolted to the floor.

And third, he was not alone.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice said from behind him. Neo ignored it and blinked his eyes open. He glanced at the two heavily-armed guards on either side of the only doorway in sight, then looked around into the corners of the room. In two of them were holocams pointed directly at him; in the other two, a pair of auto-blasters. Weak, but enough to take down a good-sized man with enough well-placed shots.

The voice behind him sighed and spoke again. "As you can see, you have no chance of escaping this cell, at least not in one piece. Perhaps you would like to listen now?" As if to emphasize this point, something jabbed into Neo's spine and sent a mild charge of electricity through his body. He gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. He would have doubled over if not for the fact that his chest was strapped to the back of the chair.

"I'm...all ears," he managed through deep breaths.

"Good. As you are most likely already aware of, I represent a combined council of people who are interested in ending the tyranny of the Empire on Coruscant for good. A matter has come to our attention that involves you and your 'partner', a man named Jared Greaves."

Neo feigned ignorance and frowned. "You've lost me."

The voice sighed again, and once more Neo began sucking up great gulps of air after the shock prod touched his shoulders. In front of him a view screen lowered into position, and an image appeared on it. It was of Neo and Greaves on the walkway, not two days earlier. They were conversing, it seemed like. "We captured several images of you meating this man at opproximately 0900 hours a day and a half ago," the voice continued. "We linked this to a recorded conversation that we obtained from one of our contacts." Neo heard a familiar voice echoing through the room.

"Good, good. There has been a situation on the lower levels of Coruscant that has been rather stressfull. There is an orginization that has been causing some trouble down there for too long. Now, that isn't exactly uncharacteristic here, but it's more of a threat than traditional gang violence. Your objective is to infiltrate them. Find out what they know, what they are planning to do, and who they deal with. This is a situation of planetary security. I wouldn't be opposed to you sending them into dissary by eliminating whoever leads them, but do it without them suspecting you. This orginization is presumed armed and dangerous, which would make sense considering they are actually making their own weapons. I'd advise you to always be on your guard once you go down there. You see, one of the other agents I sent a while ago to investigate, he- well, he didn't come back. They are Rebel sympathizers, though in no way, atleast that we are aware, do they have contact with the Alliance. We do know, however, they plan on doing something. Something big. And soon. The orginization is somewhere in this sector. Try to get the intel ASAP, I wouldn't want another incident identical to the Imperial Palace. I'm going to send Special Agent Greaves with you. He also has recieved extensive training for this kind of situation, however, he is a bit new. Er, bring him back in one piece, will you?" The recording ended.

"Now that you have seen how deeply we have infiltrated your government, perhaps you will be willing to cooperate. Tell us everything that you know about the ISB, and we shall strive to make your stay here endurable. Defy us, and you will experience a hell like no other in this galaxy." The voice was silent, waiting. Neo abruptly heard footsteps behind him, and he lifted his head to see his interrogator standing in front of him. He was about two meters tall, with a black cloak and a mask resembling some sort of vicious, canine predator. A Vornskr, Neo realized.

The man leaned forward until his mask was less than five centimeters from Neo's face. He asked again. "Speak now, or endure days of unending torture." Neo looked down for a moment, then, lifting his head again, he opened his mouth-

-And spat in the mask's eyehole.

The man cursed and drew back, wiping his eyes out. Neo galred at him and spoke grimly. "Neo Sarkkas. Colonel. Registration number 11K/99056P." His kidnapper stared at him, as if not comprehending this, then threw his head back and began laughing. After he had finished, he swept his cloak out from behind him and turned for the door. "We will see how your security training holds up under Cook's schedule, Imperial." And then he was gone.

One of the guards nodded to someone else behind Neo, and suddenly two rough hands grabbed Neo's head from behind. His grip wasn't very strong, and Neo was about to ask him what he was doing when a burst of intense pain lanced through every nerve in his body. He screamed out loud, but no one listened to him.

The pain abruptly stopped. "This was merely an example of my abilities and knowledge of the human body," a reptilian voice said from behind him. "When you are ready to answer the Count's questions, feel free to notify me. If your vocal chords are still intact, that is." And with that another wave of pain, worse than the first, drove through Neo and caused him to spasm in his chair. He screamed again, but once more no one listened to him.

And so it continued, for hours on end...
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


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Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!
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 Post Posted: Sat, June 16th 2007 12:34am    Post subject:
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"...any news on..."

"...yet we're still working..."

"...won't be happy...about delays..."

Neo had been listening to the voices speak outside his cell for as long as he could remember since he'd been captured. He vaguely recalled a small room, and incredible pain...so much that he must have black out. Yes, that was what happened. And also...a man, wearing a cloak. With a smooth voice and a clipped Coruscanti accent. He struggled to remember more, but it was all a blank.

His head began to ache, and he realized that he was lying on his side on the hard floor. Neo opened his eyes, let them ajdust to the light for a moment, then sat up, groaning in pain as the blood rushed through his veins from where it had been sitting. His left side began to throb, and he worked his arm around to get rid of the pins and needles feeling. He took a quick look around. The walls weren't more than seven meters by seven meters, and the only things occupying his cell was a small bunk, a 'fresher stall, and a sink. There were no windows, only the shimmering green force-field that kept him separated from the guards.

He stood and worked his way over to the bunk. He didn't realize how tired he was until he sat down, and promptly fell on his side. Exhaustion overtook him almost immediately, and before he fell alseep he wondered how he could be tired if he'd just woken up.

In the meantime, my own bed is calling. Goodnight, everyone.
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!
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Neo awoke to shouting and sounds of a struggle outside his cell. He bolted up and crashed to the ground, not yet fully awake. Once his vision cleared, he saw that his cell's force-field had shut off. He staggered to his feet and slid along the wall to the corner. Cautiously, he took a quick look around. The two guards that had been watching him were standing on either side of the doorway leading out of the prison block, their weapons ready. Luckily, their backs were turned to him, so they didn't see him creep out of his cell and grab a nearby piece of piping. Oddly, the ceiling looked as though it had taken quite a battering, and several small holes were showing in the plating.

Neo slowly made his way towards the closest guard, careful not to let the pipe touch anything and make a noise that would alert the guards. When he was within two meters, he raised the pipe above his head, a feeling of elation filling his chest. Finally, I'll be free! He began to bring the pipe down-

-and nearly cried out in despair as it caught on a loose piece of ceiling with a loud crack.

Both guards whirled on him, their mouths gaping open at the strange sight of a fully grown man holding onto a pipe that was lodged in the ceiling. Neo took advantage of their shock and lifted himself up in the air with the pipe, kicking both men in the chest. They staggered but refused to fall. The pipe fell loose, and Neo dove behind a desk, throwing the makeshift weapon at the guards as they began to spray blaster bolts in his direction. Right about now would be a good time for the army to show up, Neo thought bitterly to himself.
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!
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 Post Posted: Mon, June 18th 2007 12:32pm    Post subject:
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Hint, hint, Ams. No pressure. :P
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!
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 Post Posted: Mon, June 18th 2007 07:44pm    Post subject:
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Just so everyone knows, Neo requested this. :p

A door into the warehouse exploded inward, distracting the gang. In the dark doorway, an ominous electronic hum reverberated through the cavernous chamber, a crimson radar eye scanning from side to side of its bearer's head. The creature stepped forth into the light, then another, and another, and another. Each surveyed the scene, perceiving radio reflections no human could ever hope to see. They could see the obstacles in their firing path, their targets, and their objective.

The sleek silver machines fanned out, the hydraulic actuators in their arms and legs hissing as they moved, their radar eyes sweeping from side to side in their socket. Long, multi-jointed and razor-edged fingers retracted into the hands of the droids as arms were extended towards the criminals. Blaster cannons popped from recessed housings in the wrists of each droid.

Time froze for a moment, except in the basic CPU's of the T-300's.

Then, they opened fire. Glowing red bolts of blaster fire erupted from the muzzles of the repeating cannons. The group pinning down Sarkkas was decimated in an instant, two of the criminals being sliced in half or decapitated by the wave of destruction pouring from the droids. Over the next five minutes, they methodically and efficiently exterminated the remaining members of the gang with cannon and claw. At the end of it all, one droid limped behind the others, the hydraulics in its legs damaged by blaster fire. Then the gleaming silver killers circled Sarkkas.

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Neo stood and smirked down at the thugs. Looks like I got the last laugh, he thought as the Imperial droids surrounded him. One of the T-300s, the lead one perhaps, stepped forward. "Non-target. Hostage. Primary objective located." Two of the droids moved forward to escort Neo out of the building, while the rest of the droids dispersed throughout the warehouse to hunt down the remaining gangsters. Just before he left the warehouse, Neo turned and shouted to the T-300s, "Make sure to capture some of them alive for interrogation!"
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Colonel Neo Sarkkas, Internal Security Bureau


146,900 Credits

Sith Officer: Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared. Uh, for what?
Malak: For the death of Revan!
Sith Officer: Why, is he sick?
Malak: *force grip* No, fool. We're going to kill him. And Bastila too.
Karath: Great idea! Who needs a Sith Lord?
Two Officers: *prance around Karath* No Lord, no Lord,lalalalalala!
Malak: IDIOTS! *blasts the two prancers with lightning* There will be a Sith Lord!


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