07-24-2017, 10:39 AM
As they transported exited Tier 4, Seventeen stared out through the little window at the new cityscape as it unfolded beneath him. This marked his furthest descent into Coruscant, and much like the transfer from Tier 1 to Tier 3 or even Tier 3 to Tier 4, this was yet another amusing shift. While Tier 4 had been drab and a bit unpleasant to stare at for too long, Tier 5 was a step further down the metaphorical property value slide.
The neon was still there, but you could only spot it in flashes here and there among the blacks and grays that comprised the skyline. While Tier 3 had retained patches of the streamlined, modernist architecture that predominated the glitzier parts of the city, Tier 5 was a lot of brick, steel, and concrete. In many ways, it looked like the oldest neighborhoods of South or Central City – not exactly the ghetto, just simply parts of town where zoning laws or lack of interest had resulted in fragments of the past lingering too long into the future.
“We’re going to set down there,” Trixie shouted over the comm from the pilot’s seat. If you can’t see it, it’s a little trooper depot. In the event of any civilian or extra-legal activities, they’ve arranged us to be stationed out of that barracks.
“You wanna go over the logistics of this one with me, Sarge?” Seventeen shouted from his seat. He didn’t intend it to, but the remark was an inadvertent reminder that they hadn’t discussed much of their previous mission.
“Imperial intelligence reports that there are at least two known felons stalking around on Tier 5.”
“Oh, there are just two felons in this city?” Seventeen snickered.
Trixie glared back from her pilot’s chair. “There are two known felons that they want dealt with in one way or another. Empire doesn’t flex its muscle down here on 5 too often, so it’s become something of a safe haven for unsavory elements.”
“Why don’t they just take a bunch of ships and blow up the place?”
Trixie, who knew that these machines had recording boxes in them, simply turned to the cyborg and flashed him a smile fake enough that he knew she was putting on an act for unseen eyes. “Empire ain’t all that bad, Sergeant. They only have the best interests of their citizens down here on Tier 5 on their minds.”
“Jawohl, Staff Sergeant Zulenka!” Seventeen barked before snapping off a firm salute from his chair. “Do we know where the targets are?”
Trixie, who had already punched in the clearance numbers into the console, glanced to make sure the hatch was starting to open before she began their descent. “We have some leads, and they have some people with the secret police working on trying to fish out more information from the underground networks. The lieutenant has cleared us to use whatever force necessary, so if worse comes to worse, we just torture a few people. You cool with that?” She inquired as the transport slipped into the hanger bay.
Seventeen, after waiting for the craft to settle and the engines to go quiet, unbuckled himself and glanced to his noncom. “Yea, why not?” He replied. “It’s too bad my old sensei was here – his sense of humor was torture enough for most people.”
With a faint smirk, Trixie gestured to the ramp. “Let’s go. I’ll go touch base with the man in charge of this barracks and requisition us some new equipment and see if they have any tech that can help our efforts.”
“Sounds good,” Seventeen replied as he glanced around the cold steel hanger. “I’ll just… look pretty.”
The neon was still there, but you could only spot it in flashes here and there among the blacks and grays that comprised the skyline. While Tier 3 had retained patches of the streamlined, modernist architecture that predominated the glitzier parts of the city, Tier 5 was a lot of brick, steel, and concrete. In many ways, it looked like the oldest neighborhoods of South or Central City – not exactly the ghetto, just simply parts of town where zoning laws or lack of interest had resulted in fragments of the past lingering too long into the future.
“We’re going to set down there,” Trixie shouted over the comm from the pilot’s seat. If you can’t see it, it’s a little trooper depot. In the event of any civilian or extra-legal activities, they’ve arranged us to be stationed out of that barracks.
“You wanna go over the logistics of this one with me, Sarge?” Seventeen shouted from his seat. He didn’t intend it to, but the remark was an inadvertent reminder that they hadn’t discussed much of their previous mission.
“Imperial intelligence reports that there are at least two known felons stalking around on Tier 5.”
“Oh, there are just two felons in this city?” Seventeen snickered.
Trixie glared back from her pilot’s chair. “There are two known felons that they want dealt with in one way or another. Empire doesn’t flex its muscle down here on 5 too often, so it’s become something of a safe haven for unsavory elements.”
“Why don’t they just take a bunch of ships and blow up the place?”
Trixie, who knew that these machines had recording boxes in them, simply turned to the cyborg and flashed him a smile fake enough that he knew she was putting on an act for unseen eyes. “Empire ain’t all that bad, Sergeant. They only have the best interests of their citizens down here on Tier 5 on their minds.”
“Jawohl, Staff Sergeant Zulenka!” Seventeen barked before snapping off a firm salute from his chair. “Do we know where the targets are?”
Trixie, who had already punched in the clearance numbers into the console, glanced to make sure the hatch was starting to open before she began their descent. “We have some leads, and they have some people with the secret police working on trying to fish out more information from the underground networks. The lieutenant has cleared us to use whatever force necessary, so if worse comes to worse, we just torture a few people. You cool with that?” She inquired as the transport slipped into the hanger bay.
Seventeen, after waiting for the craft to settle and the engines to go quiet, unbuckled himself and glanced to his noncom. “Yea, why not?” He replied. “It’s too bad my old sensei was here – his sense of humor was torture enough for most people.”
With a faint smirk, Trixie gestured to the ramp. “Let’s go. I’ll go touch base with the man in charge of this barracks and requisition us some new equipment and see if they have any tech that can help our efforts.”
“Sounds good,” Seventeen replied as he glanced around the cold steel hanger. “I’ll just… look pretty.”