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Post-Conquest: Insurgence
Chapter 7
“So,” Crash began as he and the rest of Team Nine watched live footage of Hypnos Group’s press conference over recent allegations about involvement in the death of one Zhao Wei. “Do any of you guys really believe any of this crap the guy at the mike is spewing out?”
“Hard to say.” Makoto replied. “But, Hypnos Group’s been on ISB and Intelligence’s watchlists for a while now. So even if there isn’t any hard evidence implicating them with that journalist who got killed the other day, well, these allegations might not be so unfounded at all. But if there is, we’re talking about possible murder here, and involving big time corporate bosses to boot…”
“So it wouldn’t just be under ISB jurisdiction,” Jochen rumbled. “But potentially serious enough that we’re going to need serious firepower to bring Hypnos to heel.”
“It also begs the question of what the hell Hypnos was up to that it was worth killing a journalist and risking drawing so much attention to themselves.” Sorgis chimed in.
“...if I had to guess, the usual crap.” Crash said in disgust. “Money laundering, embezzlement, racketeering, tax evasions, things like that. Or, he found something a little too personal, as far as Hypnos’ bosses are concerned, say…them in very compromising positions with shall we say…ladies of the night…”
The Corellian finished with a wink and a smirk, prompting Marjatta to briefly close her eyes. “Orgy.” she laconically said in a deadpan tone, and prompting laughter from all around.
“In all seriousness,” Makoto mused once the laughter had died down. “The corporations have been flexing various muscles for a while now. If this turns out to be more than just sensationalist allegations, it’s an opportunity to remind the corporations that even they have to play by the rules in this galaxy.”
“No arguments there, major.” Crash agreed with another laugh.
“Corporations getting too big for their shoes started the Clone Wars.” Sorgis agreed with a nod. “Wouldn’t want to see that happen in this galaxy, and considering the viceroy fought in the Clone Wars too, I doubt she would either.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that.” Oliver said. “The viceroy getting involved, that is. Because if she does…”
“...shit hits the turbine, as the Terrans like to say.” Crash said with a nod. “Yeah, I get what you mean. Best to keep this from blowing up and just nip it in the bud early on, or if it does blow up, contain it before any of the really important people get involved. Wouldn’t want an Inquisitor or two to show up, to say the least.”
“Agreed.” Makoto said with a nod.
“As do I.” Marjatta agreed in her turn.
“...I don’t know.” Sorgis thoughtfully said after a moment. “The Inquisitors Farhill aren’t that bad-looking, whether it’s the elder or younger sister…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you nuts?” Crash burst out, looking and sounding shocked. “Checking
Inquisitors out? Sorgis, you need to cease and desist.”
“Hey, can’t help it.” Sorgis shot back. “The Farhill sisters are pretty good looking, and not just by Human standards, to say nothing of despite how old they are. And it’s not like propaganda offices don’t agree, considering they made the sisters the public faces for the Inquisition here in the Milky Way. Well, two of the faces at any rate…”
“Sorgis,” Crash said with a sigh. “Women are complicated enough as they are, add Force-sensitivity to the mix, and well…”
Makoto coughed. “Can we please focus on the issue at hand?” she dryly asked.
“Sorry, major.” Crash said, sitting back in his seat and turning back to the holoscreen.
“Likewise.” Sorgis said with an apologetic nod, and similarly looking back at the holoscreen.
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“...and our prayers go out to the family of Mister Zhao.” the Hypnos Group Press Secretary said. “We will now be taking questions from the media.”
At that, the gathered journalists began clamoring for the secretary’s attention, the man picking one of them at random. “Mister Braddock,” the woman from CBN News began. “Isn’t it a little callous for Hypnos Group to place ultimate responsibility for Mister Zhao’s death squarely on his shoulders?”
“I would hardly think it callous at all.” the press secretary replied in apparent surprise. “It was Mister Zhao who chose to trespass on private property, and to disregard the dangers of bad weather while trying to escape, when our security personnel would have treated him with due courtesy.”
“So you’re saying that even if Mister Zhao was apprehended by Hypnos security,” the journalist pressed. “He’d have been released ASAP.”
“That would have been a matter with law enforcement.” the press secretary replied. “Again, Mister Zhao had apparently trespassed on corporate property, which
is a crime, and thus obliging Hypnos security to turn him over to the Martian authorities. Anything further than that would be pure speculation.”
“No further questions.” the journalist said, and causing her peers to start clamoring for attention again. The press secretary looked over the crowd, and selected a man with an ID marking him as working for the Tharsis Times.
“Mister Braddock,” the man began. “While Hypnos has repeatedly and most recently assured the public that allegations of…scandalous, and possibly illegal activities at the corporate retreat in question are completely baseless, there was the other day’s altercation at Prism Technologies. Surely, Hypnos Group’s executives could be less confrontational when it comes to the press?”
“Ah, yes,” the press secretary said with a cough. “While the incident could certainly have been handled more diplomatically, it should be noted that the journalist in question had been rather accusatory towards Mister Roberts from Prism Technologies. As a senior executive of the company, Mister Roberts had an obligation not just to the company, but also to its employees to respond to said - and completely unfounded - allegations with due severity.”
“That may be so,” the man continued with a smile. “But it also seemed as though the journalist at the time had touched a nerve.”
“Well, yes,” the press secretary said, looking annoyed. “But again, I reiterate that he and the company had just been baselessly accused of…”
The man broke off as the large holoscreen behind him and the executives present began to flicker, shifting from the Hypnos logo to a blank display of pale blue light. Then letters began to be typed out on the display.
Knight-Captain Mayer, this is so disappointing.
The press exploded in murmurs at that, the title by which Hypnos’ President of the Board had been addressed belonging to the proscribed Templar Order. Even more so, as the man and his fellow executives visibly blanched at the sight of the words on the holoscreen, whether from horror at the truth revealed, or from shock at false accusations.
Do you really think people are so stupid, that they’d fall for such tired old deflections? Well, you’re a Templar, so you probably do. And it might even work, this is old hat for you, after all. We hate admitting it, but it’s true, your kind have plenty of experience in lying to people, and getting them to sell out while somehow thinking they’re getting the better end of the deal when in reality you’re already placing a collar around their necks.
But if you think we’ll just let you do as you please, well, you’re dead wrong.
Remember, Knight-Captain, and all your superiors as well: nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Then the screen flickered again, and to the even greater shock and horror of the Hypnos executives, names, numbers, and dates began to appear on the hologram. All individually-incriminating, whether for them, others both in and outside Hypnos Group, and for the companies making up the whole. But put together, exposed something greater and more terrible.
Orders were shouted, and corporate security tried to shut the holoscreen down, too late as might be. Controls refused to obey, and in the end, the holoscreen had to be directly disabled. Journalists shouted names and questions, but were ignored, all but manhandled by corporate security and out of the multipurpose hall, while others escorted the executives away.
And elsewhere, the powers-that-be took note, and handed down orders.
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Fucking Templars.” Makoto swore in the silence of her own head. “
Give me a Neo-Feddy any day, they’re at least straightforward in their delusions. Templars, though…”
Makoto sighed as an alarm jolted her out of her thoughts, and releasing her restraints, smoothed out her white ISB uniform top. All the while the dropship maneuvered into position, barely noticeable inside thanks to its inertial dampeners, before a side-door opened with a hiss of equalizing pressure.
Quickly getting up, Makoto deftly stepped towards and through the door, nimbly dropping down half a meter to land lightly on the ground. Loud thumps on the rockcrete echoed behind her as the rest of Team Nine - except Crash - landed, all in full combat gear which stood in stark contrast to Makoto in her officer’s uniform.
As they proceeded towards Sandiago ‘Sandy’ Mayer’s mansion, the dropship rose back up into the air, while the Martian policemen surrounding the property parted ways, and then fell into step behind them. “
Less than twenty minutes after that farce of a press conference,” Makoto thought to herself, eyeing the other policemen guarding impounded speeders and groundcars. “
And this bunch are already planning on running? That could be evidence of guilt in itself…still, they’ll have their day in court. Oh, what have we here?”
“Sandiago Mayer,” she addressed the man and his son standing at the front porch, briefly holding up a datapad and then reading it through. She’d already read it before, but while this meant her eidetic memory could recall it without issue, it looked more official to read it, and appearances, while potentially deceiving, had their place. “Brandon Mayer, you are both under arrest for multiple counts of credit embezzlement, tax evasion, falsification of official records, perjury, conspiracy to commit treason, membership in a terrorist organization, and on suspicion for attempting to evade arrest and obstruct justice.”
Pausing, Makoto lowered her dataslate and made sure to look the Templar in the eyes. The man stared back, cold and impassive, with neither fear nor hate or indeed, any emotion of any kind. “You have the right to remain silent,” Makoto continued as the Martians cuffed the man and his son. “You have the right to a fair trial in a court of law, and you have the right to a legal representative of your choice. If you cannot afford a legal representative of your own, then one will be provided for you. Take them away.”
The policemen escorted them away, Makoto glancing sideways up at the sky. Things had gone smoothly thus far, but that was the whole point: it was going smoothly. Maybe too smoothly, which was why in addition to Crash in his Dark Trooper armor back in their dropship, a full company of Sky Troopers were on standby to deploy in less than two minutes should there be any need for them to.
“Sweep the building.” Makoto ordered, more Martian policemen stepping past her along with most of Team Nine, Jochen and Oliver staying with her. “And get the forensic teams in here. Also, where are the rest of the Mayer family?”
“
...we have them in custody.” the reply came via virtual communications. “
They were heading back from a social event, and we got them en route to the family residence. We’re bringing them into protective custody as we speak.”
“Very good then.” Makoto said, looking up as a dropship slowly came down, and then dropped off more ISB personnel.
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“Well, looks like the Empire’s on the ball, as usual.”
“Hmm…so they are…” Samir agreed, the Mentor of the Martian Brotherhood of Assassins staring at the computer screens in Oleg and Yigun’s little lair. The two slicers weren’t Assassins themselves, but they were Friends of the Brotherhood, and used their skills to help the Brotherhood against the Templars and other such enemies of the people. And in turn, the Assassins grounded the slicers, keeping them from being just another pair of petty criminals. “...for the most part…”
That was directed at a major firefight at Hypnos’ security division’s camps, where attempts by Martian police to take control had been refused and had resulted in violence. The policemen had been all but overwhelmed, with only the arrival of Imperial Sky Troopers allowing for the containment of the Templars’ militants/mercenaries. The Sky Troopers had quickly established a perimeter, and beginning a siege, had held out until Martian Imperial Army units could tighten the noose.
The militants/mercenaries were still getting the life squeezed out of them, but aside from this incident things looked to be going well.
Too well, even.
“...you think the Templars still have cards left to play?” Anya asked.
“They are Templars.” Samir dryly replied. “What do you think?”
“Good point.” Anya admitted. “Still, we’ve dealt the Order a hard blow today, so we should follow through.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah…I’m thinking that given how thoroughly they’ve been exposed here,” Anya continued. “The Templars can’t really stop the Empire from rounding up their members on Mars, or at least the leading ones. But, they can silence them, either using what uncompromised elements they still have left on the planet, or by bringing in assets from other planets and systems, before they can reveal any secrets of the Martian Rite or other chapters of the Order.”
“You don’t think the Empire has predicted this,” Samir lightly asked. “Or they aren’t capable of dealing with it on their own?”
“I do think they have and can.” Anya replied with a shrug. “But I also think they could use a little help, and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to dig the knife even deeper into the Templars’ figurative guts.”
“True.” Samir admitted with a smile. “Very well, then. Contact our brothers and sisters. Considering how few of us there are, we can’t support the Empire everywhere, so let’s focus on the really important Templars. Make sure the Empire can squeeze them for what they know about the rest of the Order, as well as any other plans of theirs in motion, among other things.”
“I’ll get it done.” Anya said with a nod. “Will you be joining us, mentor?”
“What kind of mentor would I be if I did not?”
Anya smiled. “True.” she said, before heading off, and leaving Samir to watch the holograms along with Oleg and Yigun.
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Makoto frowned as she read the datapad, and then sighing, handed it over to Crash. “...Mimas?” he asked. “Man, those guys are totally kriffed. Mimas…looks like the Inquisition’s going to take point going forward.”
“Overall?” Makoto replied. “Seems that way, although the ISB and Intelligence aren’t going to be completely shut out of operations going forward. More importantly for us, we’re going to be working with the Stormtroopers in making sure the prisoners get to Mimas safely for ‘debriefing’ pending their day in court.”
Crash snorted. “Debriefing…?” he echoed. “Understatement of the century, but then again, these are Templars, so it’s not as if they don’t deserve the Inquisition’s tender mercies. Anyway…from the sound of things, we pretty much grabbed the entire upper echelon of the Martian Rite of the Templar Order, along with a large part of the rank-and-file. But, we don’t really know how much is left, and they might bring in more of their own from off-world, enough to maybe spring their fellows out, or silence them.”
“Silencing them is safer,” Makoto remarked. “And fits more with Templar behavior in the past. We can’t let that happen, of course. We need to get the prisoners to Mimas, so the Inquisitors can squeeze them of everything they know, which we’re going to need to cut out the rest of their cancerous organization.”
“Will any Inquisitors be showing up?” Jochen asked.
“Doesn’t seem so…” Crash said while reading over their orders one more time. “...of course, knowing the Inquisition, I wouldn’t be surprised if an Inquisitor or two showed up out of the blue when things get heated.”
“It does make tactical sense.” Makoto pointed out. “That way, the Templars won’t see them coming, or even if they did, they can’t pinpoint when and where the Inquisitors will show up. And when they do…”
“...ouch time.” Marjatta softly said.
Makoto shrugged. “My sincerest condolences in advance then,” she mockingly said with a matching smile. “To any Templars who get on the wrong side of an Inquisitor.”
“Most unfortunate.” Crash said with faux-piety.
“Truly.” Marjatta chimed in.
“I completely agree.” Sorgis added his own opinion, the rest of the team doing likewise.
“In any case,” Max began with a cough. “I’m guessing the prisoners we’re in charge of secure transport will be the same ones we apprehended today.”
“So we are.” Makoto said, hitting the control panel on the room table, lighting up a holoprojector which showed two separate interrogation rooms. The elder and younger Mayer were sitting in each room, both alone at the moment while their attorneys dealt with legal and other issues, in particular regular and personal contact once they were secured at the Inquisitorial prison on Mimas.
“Have they said anything yet?” Crash asked.
“No.” Makoto said before tilting her head. “At least not without their lawyers, and yes, we’ve checked, as has Intelligence. The lawyers aren’t affiliated with the Templars, at least not outside of defending a pair of them, that is.”
“...well, transporting them will be a hassle,” Max said after a moment. “But it might also be an opportunity.”
“How so?” Crash asked, the rest of the team likewise turning to Max.
“Because,” Max replied. “If the Templars do try to silence them, it might also incentivize them to cooperate with us, for either a lighter sentence or protection from future retribution by the rest of the Order. Maybe even both.”
That caused a lot of shared looks between the rest of Team Nine, followed by a slow nod from Makoto. “...it could work…” she reluctantly admitted. “...but if they’re too committed, fanatical, even, to the Order’s cause, they might embrace it as a form of martyrdom instead. Still, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try…once they’re secure, of course.”
“A recommendation or suggestion to the Inquisitors?” Max asked.
“Yes.” Makoto said before hitting the control panel again, and bringing up a map of Tharsis, followed by a highlighted route towards Tharsis Grand Central Spaceport. “Now then, let’s get to the heart of the matter. Tomorrow, we’ll be tasked with overseeing prison transport to Mimas, with the goal of stopping attempts at liberating or silencing the prisoners. This is the route we’ll be taking, while your datapads should have the details of the planned operation. As of this moment, I open the table for any criticisms, observations, and suggestions for tomorrow, with the goal of maximizing our chance of success.”
Makoto paused, letting the rest of Team Nine sit down and access their datapads, before nodding. “Let us begin.” she said.
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A/N
Hello, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
A bit slow, this chapter, but it’s building up for the next one, so I hope you can be patient. Will the Inquisition make an appearance? They might, I suppose…
…now, I assume some of you are wondering who and what the ‘Sky Troopers’ are. Some of you might even think they’re based on the Skytroopers from SWTOR, but no. Sky Troopers are - in Legends, at least - actually specialist Stormtroopers. They’re also called Imperial Jump Troopers, basically Stormtroopers equipped with jetpacks and specially-trained for airborne operations.