The Rebel Faction

Rico Belgardi fidgeted, shifting his weight in what was a futile attempt to obtain some measure of comfort in his temporary workspace. So used to his own luxurious office, and the opulent quarters in which it was entombed, it had been years since Rico had been physically uncomfortable at work. The sensation was all the more impairing because of how unusual it was.

Rico barley even thought that thousands of employees of his company endured much worse conditions than what he was currently dealing with- an unused vice president's office which would have been heaven to many corporate employees anywhere. His slight movement relieved whatever pressure point had been ailing him, at least temporarily, and he returned to the memo he was reading.

[FONT=Impact].... and at this time I cannot be certain as to the exact nature of the operation. Several of our best analysts are devoting their full effort to this matter, and we hope to shed some light on it as soon as possible. Although we cannot be certain, we have some reason to suspect the intruders were hired by another entity, possibly in an act of corporate espionage...[/FONT]

The thought had passed through Rico's mind, but for some reason it simply didn't click. Why would a rival company forcibly break into his personal quarters? Corporate espionage was much more effectively pursued with stealth and discretion- finding an unhappy employee for example- and most companies were turned away from the idea that they could be exposed if such an invasive operation failed. Besides, the number of companies who could independently pull off such an operation was few and far between (and Rico had no reason to believe such entities like Arliss Industries or Vinda Corp had any reason to steal anything from Belgardi.) Smaller companies who had more to gain would have had to outsource the problem, an endeavor that was no doubt prohibitively expensive. A quick cost-benefit analysis, even done with major estimates on his part, Rico couldn't see anyway to justify the relatively minor gain from such a risk-plagued move.

But if it wasn't another company, who could it be?

That, of course, was a question with a very large variety of answers. However, a large number of the most likely candidates were eliminated almost immediately. Belgardi's affiliation, however secret, with the Union would provide them with immunity from any organizations or entities tied into that body. This basically eliminated organized crime and rouge intelligence agencies, along with several prominent companies that could stand to benefit by stealing Belgardi secrets.

As for personal enemies, Rico could write a book, but none of them were the type who he thought could pull off something of this scale. No, he had made many people angry, but he hadn't pissed off anyone to powerful. Perplexed, he shifted his weight again, and looked down at the memo.

[FONT=Impact].... itself was well coordinated and pre-planned. The power outage has been traced, and was deliberately shut off, most likely via a computer virus or trojan program. Due to the loss of primary power, we have little footage or other evidence of the event taking place, but the scene has been investigated to and produced rather interesting finds. First of which involves the turbolift shaft, where a combination of traditional climbing equipment and some for of sharp implements were used to traverse the shaft. One investigator claimed that the large puncture like marks along the walls at seemingly random interval suggest a highly irregular tool or other implement was used in moving upward. [/FONT]

Rico noted this claim, assuming the inspector must have been very confused top have included it in this report. What significance it held remained to be seen, but for some reason it just resonated with Rico.

[FONT=Impact].... pop-down guns were taken out with military grade ion blasters- circuitry totally fried. Will require full replacement. The security door was undamaged. Trace elements of explosive material have been recovered from the side of the door and wall fragments, and have been sent to weapons section for analysis. Destroyer droids are thoroughly destroyed, show signs of melee damage, though of an indeterminate origin. The repulors plates were scoured for skin and tissue samples. Several have been found and are being sent to bio-labs for testing. At the present time however, this information is not enough to make a definite hypothesis about the perpetrators of..[/FONT]

Rico stopped reading. The officer was about to put out some unintelligible mubo jumbo about why he couldn't figure out who had pulled this off. Rico knew that there were still a lot of tests to run- and those would help- but it didn't comfort him. He wanted to know who had done this- and what they had wanted. He thought about other possibilities.

The Empire sprang to mind.... their attack on Bespin was sure to have caused some animosity. However, this didn't seem like their style. Rico knew that they were a huge specter leaning over his head, but details were still somewhat sketchy about what had actually happened at Bespin (due to poor communications, and an apparent suicide by the primary administrator there). Of course, with the actions occurring so close together... they might have been trying to take him out.

That thought hit home really hard a second later. The Empire had attacked Bespin (and retreated, though after severely battering the Belgardi defensive forces there) and might have been making a play for his company. The idea that the Empire might have been trying to assassinate him was chilling... but there retreat from Bespin had him wondering. Did someone jump the gun? Maybe a rouge general had it out for him. That thought was no less reassuring than the previous one. Rico suddenly realized his hand was shaking. In an effort to distract himself, he turned back to the memo.

[FONT=Impact]external cameras did manage to catch some footage of the intruders, and that footage is being reviewed as we speak. As for air-defense records, several unknown irregularities were registered during the time of incident, including several power spikes in the vicinity of Seriaph Tower. Though their origin is unknown, they are believed to be in some way related to the escape of the intruders.[/FONT]

Being reminded of their escape allowed enough anger to enter Rico's mind to quell the rising horror of being a possible target of Imperial assassination. Getting in and pillaging his quarters had been bad enough... but vanishing into thin air with whatever they had stolen (though perhaps not with their primary mission accomplished) irked him greatly. Rico hadn’t fired anyone yet… he felt no need to ax people simply to shift the blame to someone, but if someone’s incompetence or inattentiveness had caused this incident, then may God help their sorry souls. A major factor in determining who was to be fired, would of course to be discover what had been taken. Shifting his attention to another memo, Rico picked up one addressing an inventory and preliminary assessment of the hexagon.

After a moment of skimming, he came across a line that sent a chill down his spine much like the one at the moment he realized he thought the Empire might be trying to kill him. In fact, it stunned him so much, he leaned back in his chair, forgetting he was not in his old office, and flipped over completely. Cursing, but with his pride hurt more than his body, Rico got to his feet, to feel that like his hand before, they were involuntarily shaking. With great resolve, he picked up a communicator and made a call to his personal secretary, Kella Portmin.

“Kella, can you please patch me through to the private line, highest encryption level. And tell everyone I am not to be disturbed until I speak to you again.”

Kella patched Rico through, and he patiently waited as his communiqué was relayed through countless relays and terminals, a majority of them privately owned by Belgardi. After a moment, he heard the sound of a connection, and a voice. Trying to keep his voice calm he spoke.

“I think we have a problem.”

Peragus II

"... and finally, from myself and every employee of Belgardi Limited, I would like to extend a thank you for you dedicated work her. Many of you took this assignment, grumbling about the remoteness, and hardship- and all you did was grumble. Your work here is more valuable than you know and we all appreciate your dedication. Thank you for your time, now go have some fun!"

Applause rang out in the large, rough-hewed, cavern, which had been selected as a site for Rico's reception. The Immolator's cargo holds had been packed with amenities that were luxuries this far out on the outskirts of the galaxy, and its crew had spent a good deal of time unloading and setting up such amenities. Alcohol, rich food, a huge holo-project and recent holo-vids, and a grab-bag of other item were all laid out behind the makeshift podium the miners had rigged up for Rico's speech. Rico let it die down before adding,

"Oh, and I better not forget to hand out the bonuses I brought along as well."

The cheer hat followed that statement was twice as loud and reverberated off the high ceilings, increasing the noise level. Rico found himself candidly smiling.

Peragus was a really ragged place. Mining among the asteroid field had been going on for centuries, and the operations in the large planetoid had been restarted only slightly more recently. Time had chewed away at whatever polish had gone into the multitude of facilities that converged on the various asteroids, and the main planetoid, leaving a hodgepodge of constructions and a labyrinth of semi-interconnected tunnels and shafts. Parts of the facility were sanded down to a perfectly flat surface by the thousands, millions, of steps that had crossed them, while other areas were little more than crude paths, unfinished, no more than holes bored into the rock. State-of the-art mining droids toiled next to disheveled models that probably had been out of service for generations. A junk dealer would have had a field day on Peragus, and an antiques dealer could have shifted through some piles of random parts and possibly made more money selling odds and ends than the station made in weeks worth of mining.

Many had argued that Peragus needed to be closed down, but Rico had personally seen to it that the place stayed open and operational. Monetarily, the place chugged along at a steady pace, and barring some major discovery was unlikely to make anyone a rich man- but it didn't lose the company any money either. A lot of that was a testament to the men and women and aliens who toiled here, making due with less, in often unfavorable conditions. That was one of the reason Rico was here- to reward that wherewithal. The bonuses would cut somewhat into Peragus's profit margins, but the company’s success elsewhere made the change nothing more than a rounding error.

But there was another reason Rico ensured Peragus remained open.

Peragus was a veritable, natural minefield, with highly explosive asteroids floating on erratic orbits due to the various larger planetoids each pulling on the smaller rocks. A series of sensors had been used to track these movements and calculate a safe course since the first facility in the system had been built, and a similar system existed today. Getting into Peragus without help from the inside was extremely difficult. It's remote location, coupled with such natural protection, Peragus was a logical location for a Union base of operations.

Rico had been leery about the original idea of a Union base in Belgardi territory, but in an effort to show his goodwill and trust in the beginning of his relationship with the organization, he had acquiesced to such a move. The site chosen had been a mined out asteroid in section of heavy activity. The Union had paid for every bit of the bases construction (though it was likely a portion of their funding had once been Belgardi assets) and maintained a small contingent their at all times. The asteroid boosted its own hangar bay for snubfighter, as well as hidden weapons emplacements and a shield generator. Those were however, unnecessary precautions, because the most deadly manmade object to come anywhere close to Peragus (with the exception of a Belgardi cruiser now and then) were the large automated drone barges that Belgardi used primarily to handle its shipments.

The interior of that outpost was much nicer than the patchwork that passed for a facility on the larger planetoid. Much safer too. On the Belgardi facility, it was extremely dangerous to carry military grade weapons in some of the less finished tunnels, as they could react with small bits of Peragian fuel rather violently. Explosions had been a danger on Peragus for centuries, yet sadly, many people refused to learn anything from history. In the Union outpost however, there would be no such fears.

Rico left a few minutes after finishing his speech. The celebration carried on merrily as he left, and he doubted that anyone would miss him. They would remember he had brought them gifts, and given them a pay raise. No one would even remember he left right after doing those things.

The shuttle ride to the Union outpost was extremely short, but not uneventful. The asteroids swirled with an extreme randomness, and the pilot had to take evasive maneuvers several times, and that was complicated by the numerous other objects that remained in close proximity to the shuttle. Rico knew his heart rate had jumped significantly up during a few close calls.

Landing was just as bad, because the hangar bay was concealed, and only by approaching it at a certain angle would his vessel by allowed to land. The pilot was talented, but even so, it took three passes to get it right, all the while jinxing to avoid space rocks ready to smash holes in the small craft. When the shuttle touched down, Rico let out a sigh of relief. The pilot, garbed in a Belgardi uniform, but also a Union operative, just smiled. It was obvious he hadn't been nervous during the flight- either that, or he was upholding the unwritten pilot's code that prevented pilots from expressing any sort of weakness to those he flew. Rico didn't care though; the man could be as cocky as he wanted, but the trip was not one Rico wanted to repeat anymore than he had to.

Stepping off the shuttle and onto a hard, solid surface was relaxing. Rico had traveled alone- officially he was still on Peragus II. Anyone trying to reach him would be told he was busy with official matters on the mining facility. He had even left his droideka on the Immolator, a true sign of his trust in the Union. The pilot had slipped away, and so Rico was alone. Looking around, unsure of what to do, or where to go he decide he might as well wait for the welcoming party. He didn't have to wait long.

About a minute after Rico stepped of the landing ramp, a door on the far end of the hangar opened, and three men entered. Well, from a distance, it looked like three men. As they briskly moved across the smooth permacrete surface of the hangar, Rico decided to reappraise his assessment of the figures approaching him. The two flanking figures were humanoid in shape, but Rico would have been hard-pressed to identify them as humans. They wore combat fatigues, visored helmets, and had numerous pieces of armor covering vital sections of the body. They both carried large, deadly looking weapons, but they didn't look like standard blasters to Rico. Their motions were very rigid, almost mechanical, which added to the air of inhumanity that Rico got as he watched them approach.

The man in the middle however, Rico knew he was definitely human. He had seen that man before, though he knew that the same couldn't be said of himself. The man walked calmly and surely despite, his cane not touching the ground, nor his bespectacled eyes staring anywhere but forward. It was almost as if he wasn't blind.

"Welcome Mr. Belgardi. I'm glad you could come so quickly, we have much to discuss."

Tir Essias's voice was soothing, but also sounded as if a considerable amount of power backed up whatever he said. Rico knew in this instance, that the voice was not a deception.

Rico nodded, instinctively, as the Union man could not see that movement. To Rico’s surprise, Tir Essias seemed to acknowledge the gesture.

"Let us go then."

Slightly startled, Rico followed the trio into the heart of the base.

Peragus Orbit
Immolator Cruiser Immolator

"I understand Captain, that this is a major departure from our itinerary. I also know that as CEO of this company, I reserve the right to change my schedule as to benefit this company. A matter has come up that must be attended to."

"... but Bespin is expecting our arrival and this diversion will prevent us from making it on time. We have some critical personal to assess the damage done in the recent incident and they are expected..."

Rico's tone did not change much, but he laced his next statement with deadly venom.

"I understand Captain, that while you are technically an "employee" of this company, that you are a military officer whose responsibility is to listen to and carry out the orders of a superior. If you cannot fulfill your mandate, then take us to Bespin. At least then I can speak with Rellokator Torreigor, and have him find me someone who will follow orders."

The Captain looked like he was about to open his mouth to say something, but fell quickly silent. Though he tried to mask his annoyance he nodded to Rico and said,

"Yes Mr. Belgardi."

Then promptly turned and left. Rico watched him walk briskly away. He didn't like annoying his employees, but sometimes, forceful action was required. Rico had a high regard for the Belgardi Security Forces, and their rather hefty pay cut into Belgardi profit margins rather sizably. However, he considered the power they allowed Rico to wield, independent and above his companies financial and economic power, well worth the cost. Of course, sometimes the higher echelons were not very respectful of the Belgardi civilian contingent. Rico understood this, and excepted it is a fact of life- Security Force Personnel were a different class of employee- but trying to overrule the CEO of the company was where Rico had drawn the line. Even though Rico was CEO, the captain was very accustomed to receiving his orders from other military officers, and probably had never thought of Rico as his superior. The mention of Rellokator Torreigor, the man in overall command of the Belgardi Security forces, however probably struck a chord that the captain was used to following.

An announcement on the vessel’s comm system followed the departure of the captain by a few minutes. It announced general quarters for the duration of the passage through the Peragian asteroid field, and announced that the ship would subsequently enter hyperspace. Then, like an afterthought, it was announced that the ship would be traveling to a destination other than Bespin, though it didn’t name the location. Rico nodded as he listened to the announcement. Whoever was making it seemed to have no feelings one way or the other about the schedule change. That was a good sign, as it meant that not everyone on the Immolator was as desperate as the Captain to get to Bespin.

Rico himself was rather annoyed that he was delaying his mission to Bespin. The Imperial incursion to the valuable tinbanna gas mining planet was shrouded in confusion and Rico would have made it his first priority in other circumstances. The Galactic Coalition’s operation on Pavo Prime and his meeting with Tir Essias had however, overshadowed it for the time-being. The Empire merely wanted to retake a world that had been taken from it by another foreign power. The fact that it had been traded around two no less than three other factions complicated matters, but that situation could be handled diplomatically (though obviously at Bespin, it had bee settled with a skirmish). Rico’s other priority was much more dicey.

Not only was he infuriated that the GC had attacked his headquarters- worse, his private refuge!- but it was almost certain that the GC operatives had gleaned information from Rico’s computer detailing the existence the Union, and thereby linking Rico and Belgardi to that organization. Granted, all the GC had to go on was one file they had illegally stolen, and thus it was unlikely such allegations could be made public without having to answer how that information had been acquired, but the underlying notion that the shroud of secrecy over both the Union and Rico’s deal with them was lifted caused major repercussions. Thus, on Peragus, Tir Essias had detailed a course of action that must be undertaken to protect both the secrecy of the Union, but also provide cover for Belgardi. Rico had readily agreed, out of both fear and anger toward the GC.

But the pieces in the plan had not totally fallen into place. Two major problems had to be dealt with to ensure the success of Tir Essias proposal. Both required Rico Belgardi to do some persuading. Both also required haste, because if the GC moved first then all was lost. Rico was hoping he could accomplish both tasks relatively quickly- though the stubborn Captain had almost wrecked the plan just minutes ago.

Rico had returned to his private quarters as the Immolator passed through the deadly Peragian asteroid belt. Of course, the passage had been safe, as the mining station kept up to date drift charts and constantly beamed maneuvering information to any friendly ship entering or exiting the field. Still, even then, any number of factors could have set an asteroid off course and hurtling for the Immolator . An impact with a high-explosive Peragian asteroid would not have been pretty. Thankfully, no such harrowing event occurred.

The voice came back over the ship’s comm and announced the safe passage of the ship through the field, and also that they would be entering hyperspace in 3 minutes time. This served as a notice to the crew that general quarters had been lifted. Rico was glad that announcement had come. It meant that another small hurtle had been leapt. As the Immolator maneuvered toward hyperspace, Rico activated a holo-projector that shot a huge floating sphere into the center of his room. The glistening blue globe rotated slowly as text cascaded below it.

Rico admired the sphere’s appearance, and then began reading the floating text below it:


Located in the…..

Deep Space

The team sat in a pool of silence, the lights dimmed around the briefing table while the holoprojector showed the course of their target. The captain of the HeavyWeight, an Interdictor-Class Star-Destroyer scratched up from a distant corner of the Coalition, straightened his notes before speaking.

"Gentlemen. This is, as you know, a mission from the top-brass. Our information and 'assistance' has lead us to believe that Rico Belgardi may be the financial backer of this 'Union'. Now, we don't know enough yet to confirm suspiscions, but of all our leads the Union is the most promising as the backer of the GLF. As per protocol, I cannot cite our sources or reasons due to our proximity to our target, but needless to say we have had 'expert analysis'.

"The operation must go off without a hitch. Our orders are to have you ready for insertion the instant they pass throug the region. Punch up the picutre of Rico's vessel again."

The course information was replaced with a 3-D image of the ship that they seeked.

"Once it's disabled, you'll have all of half an hour before we need to leave, as its' quite likely they'll call on back-up and we don't want to be seen. Remember, we've made every effort to conceal our Coalition status - we wiped off symbols, changed transponder signals, the works. If there's any remaning evidence on your equipment, make sure to remove it.

"Right, any questions? Then get to your ship."

Their ship wasn't exactly classy - a Stealth Intruder, which hadn't been mass-produced since the amalgamation and - let's face it, fall - of the Outer Rim Soverinty. Although the outside was meticulously maintained, the inside was gritty and out-dated. But it would get the job done.

The count-down continued in silence, until - on the second - the Immolator was yanked hard out of hyperspace.

As it did, taken by surprise, a quartet of Haven-Class cruisers began raining Ion on the ship from behind. Lights began to flicker and the thrusters sputtered slightly as the Ion energy steadily fried circuits on the back of the ship, and laser-fire peeled away parts of armour before the shields rose to deflect.

It took a moment or two before the Immolator's crew had time to man their stations and return fire, and in that time the Havens ceased fire and instead boosted energy to engines and shields, allowing them to avoid almost all return fire by staying in a blind-spot at the back of the ship.

With such heavy distractions, it was relatively easy for the Stealth Infiltrator to make its' way covertly towards the Immolator's underbelly. The captain of the HeavyWeight stood on the bridge of his vessel, nestled safely between a pair of MC-90s on loan from the Calamari. He could no longer see or detect the passage of the team, but they were on the way.

"Remain outside of sensor and visual range for now, but make sure our gravity well keeps them hemmed in." His staff nodded and went about their tasks. "We have half an hour."

The Immolator was spinning in space, maddeningly trying to bring its' guns to bear at the swifter ships sticking to its' rear. Whenever the Immolator began to gain ground and open fire, one ship would tear away from the group and go the opposite direction, forcing them to divert their fire to keep the rogue ship at bay and leaving them open to further attacks in the rear.

Into this dangerous situation, the Stealth Infiltrator swooped. With grace and patience, it approached the side of the Immolator. With the much larger ship occupied with battle, it was a simple matter to clamp on.

The team quickly sliced a hole through the side of the ship, using energy blades based off of a lightsaber pattern designed specifically for such a task. They left the blades behind, and the six figures walked into the torn-up airlock.

Immeadietly, they came face to face with a half-dozen security troopers running down the corridor, completely taken aback by the sudden apperance of boarders. But they didn't have time to so much as scream. THe team were experienced, and well-trained. In a flash stun-shots knocked their would-be opponants unconcious.

J-1 could hear buzzing from the headset on what appeared to be an officer. He lifted it from his enemy's head and put it upon his own.

"...clear? I repeat, is the fourth hall clear? Over."

J-1 maximized intereference to help disguise his voice "Corridor is clear, minor technological intereference caused by Ion hit. You might be recieving faulty signals, as some armour was blasted off and the Ion shot fried the circuits."

The team split into two, with J-1/3 going one way, and J-4/6 going the other. They had their target, and began seeking in ernest.