Rogue Squadron Mafia Game Thread

You were awful in JP Mafia Part 2 - played inky pinky ponky with electric fences

 

At work til 8. Will probably end the night around 8:30-9.

 

The insertion had been a comfortable success, and Colonel Antar Roat rested comfortably in his new surroundings. Finally feeling safe and secure, he removed the elaborate prosthetics and makeup that had been needed in order to ensure his covert entry to the planet. As he looked at his own face again the mirror, staccato flickers of color outside prompted Wedge to look toward one of the windows. Bright flashes of red and green blaster bolts lit the thoroughfare outside. He studied the tableau for a moment, trying to make sense of it, then his jaw dropped as his brain sorted out what he was actually seeing.

Having no time to truly react, he dived over the couch and wrenched it over backwards behind himself. He slipped to the side, ducking in toward cover, barely managing to pull his left leg in to safety. His head slammed into the floor, rendering Antilles unconscious and vulnerable to his fate.
Outside, the speeder bike he had seen flying toward the window finally hit. It broadsided the wall of transparisteel with a solid thump, bursting through to spin into the room. The Shistavanen rider went one way and the speeder bike the other, between them sowing a glittering rain of lethal crystalline shrapnel throughout what was supposed to be, ironically enough, a safehouse.

The shattered window tore into the room, piercing everything in its path. The poor, tattered couch stood as no protection for Wedge, who felt nothing as his body was torn apart by a million tiny shards, leaving one of the Alliance's greatest heroes to bleed out on the floor.

Starris is dead. He was Wedge Antilles, Rogue Leader.

Pash Cracken realised that the mission he had been given was now going to be the most difficult of all to complete. He suspected the other members of Rogue Squadron had been assigned tasks like distributing supplies or standing watch. Those efforts were important, but that would all be useless unless he succeeded and came away with a positive report.

He had been charged with the duty of manipulating the loyalty and hindering the activities of intelligence services and the populace on the planet. Because of his mission parameters Pash had decided touring the various Imperial facilities open to the public should form the basis of the survey, and in the week since his arrival he had covered a lot of ground. He had expected the Empire to put its best face forward and display things that would denigrate and demean the Rebellion, and he'd not been disappointed. By learning what it was the Empire wanted its citizens to believe about the Rebellion, he could then assess whether or not the Imperial propaganda efforts were successful.
The Imperial Museum had proved very instructive in this regard. Several displays did provide notations that this plant or that animal had been made extinct on their native worlds by "outlaws and malcontents," and included among such beasts were Ewoks-and Imperial taxidermists had taken great pains to make them seem helpless and even more cute than they were in real life. However, despite such propagandistic comments, the displays were impressive and reminded Pash there was much more to the Empire than he'd consciously acknowledged before. As this thought struck him, he was struck himself and fell into darkness.

Awaking in chains and hooked up to a drip, he was greeted by a short rotund man who was staring at him disapprovingly. "Quarren" he ranted, "I asked for Quarren, not human you fools! What am I meant to do with this one?" Pash looked around nervously, searching for escape, searching for answers about where he was and why he was captive. The man brushed a hand back through his thinning black hair and spoke with a voice as cold as ice. "You have seen too much already anyway, whoever you are. Seeing me is a death sentence." With that the man reached over to the drip and inserted his own syringe into the bag, flooding Pash's body with a poisonous toxin and leaving him to die in agony.

Athlai is dead. He was Pash Cracken, Rogue Four.

"Sure, but imagine their surprise if it [bacta treatment] hadn't worked. They put me in, then only find torn up clothes." - Corran Horn

BoyBlunder has been revived.

 

PMs incoming.

 

PMs sent. It is now Day Three.

 

There must be so much of hidden information in Speirz' night-ending post. I wish I could understand a word that's not bolded!