Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darknessthe_measurersDecember 25 2010, 09:07:06 UTC
Time to show a little steel.
The best time to catch your targets is when they touch down for a cigarette or bathroom break. They're not expecting you. It'll be too easy really. Just don't draw a lot of attention to yourself.
After that, your target may have had a schedule to follow. For some of you, that might have included handing out toys. Whoo boy. You sure signed up for that part.
Anyway, regardless of what you've been doing up until then, at midnight all the important people get their presents. That means it's time to go down the specially widened chimney, flashing your ID card at the scanner at the bottom. Your targets are probably asleep and unawares....
[OOC: As this part takes some time, feel free to handwave any part of it.]
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darknesstop_teen_38December 27 2010, 06:10:13 UTC
Slobo had an easy time finding and killing his Senter, helped by the last minute arrival of a talking dolphin. Using the communicative sea mammal as his eyes, he quickly followed his route, delivering presents to... Well, pretty much everyone. Finally, the time came, and he was at the house.
He slid down with the ID card in hand, and heard the beep. Now he waited for his fish-like companion to join him.
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darkness2sexy4myupliftDecember 27 2010, 08:12:28 UTC
Sah'ot hemmed and hawed and protested and in general acted like a total wuss, but finally acceded, shimmying awkwardly down the chimney.
Covered in soot and miserable, he lay in the fireplace for a moment, catching his breath.
At that moment, a middle aged man wandered into the room in his pajamas. Scratching his five o clock shadow, he looked balefully down at Sah'ot, who did his best to appear perky and lifeless. Just a toy here! He's even got a bow tied around him!
"I didn't ask for this shit...What are they doing at the department...."
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darknesstop_teen_38December 27 2010, 08:17:51 UTC
Slobo stopped for a second, surveying the situation, but something was bothering him. He heard the man, and his heartbeat, and could hear another heartbeat in the other room; the man's wife, presumably. Or husband. Whatever. Slobo didn't judge. It was two other sounds... Shallow breaths, tiny heartbeats...
He had children.
"Oh frell..." Slobo said quietly. He looked in the direction of the man.
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darkness2sexy4myupliftDecember 28 2010, 06:24:42 UTC
Faced with a situation where he would have to be gallant, Sah'ot did the only natural thing. He began to move his jaw with the mechanical slowness of a Teddy Ruxpin doll. Luckily, since he was actually speaking through his blowhole, it was not a difficult illusion to pull off.
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darknesstop_teen_38December 28 2010, 06:37:43 UTC
Slobo sighed at Sah'ot's ruse. It was just sad. He followed the smell of alcohol to a table with a bottle set out, and uncorked, taking a generous swig. The politician stared, slack-jawed
( ... )
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darkness2sexy4myupliftDecember 28 2010, 11:56:23 UTC
Sah'ot broke cover, letting the spider legs of his harness unfold and take him off the ground. They clicked on the fireplace and looked a lot more menacing than Sah'ot (who had practically wet himself when the politician came) felt.
"It-t-t'sss true. I was even ssssuposed ta bite you and your wife up a bit. Make it-t look like dogsss." In truth, the idea of harming a human made Sah'ot want to curl up somewhere and die.
Senator Ramfel, seeing a black and white punk rocker and some kind of giant talking fish on freaky legs, hearing them say they were planning to kill him, let out a low keening of fear that began gradually to escalate in volume...
A Line Never to Be Crossed AgainmirysDecember 27 2010, 07:31:08 UTC
The first part of the operation had been easy enough; the cold and snowy weather had seemingly been on Mirys's side, lending cover for a torrent of ice shards when she struck down her first target-the Senter Klaus she had been assigned to-with a swift and deadly Gibarta Technique. After that, it was simply follow the Senter's route until it was time to pay a visit to her second target: a man named Esrel Meir, according to the note she was given outlining the details of her particular operation. She hadn't given the note a complete read, just enough to know what she was doing
( ... )
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The DarknessdarkbishieDecember 28 2010, 05:45:43 UTC
Finding his first victim was easier than Yuri had thought it would be. Dispatching him on the other hand... Not so much, and the ensuing mess was not something he wanted to leave lying around and getting blood on the presents. Luckily there was a manhole nearby, and after stripping the body of useful things like weapons, ID card, the red toga, hat, and some interesting-looking pocket junk, Yuri took the liberty of dropping the rest of the remains down into the sewer. The toga had a few tears and some bloodstains, but he figured it wouldn't be too noticeable in the dark
( ... )
Re: Covert Operation: Santas Of The DarknessdarkbishieDecember 29 2010, 02:10:57 UTC
The odd turn of events was to prove even odder on the trip itself, when Yuri was distracted from driving by an odd point of pressure in the middle of his back. A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that his passenger had stopped crying and was holding what he was going to assume was a weapon.
"Change course," the boy ordered.
"Excuse me?"
"You're not taking me to Senter Klaus headquarters. You're taking me to the edge of town, or I kill you like I killed my stepdad."
It was almost ironic, really. "Put it away, kid. I'm with the Resistance. We're not going to Senter Klaus headquarters."
"Can I keep the knife out anyway so I can pretend to be hijacking the sleigh?" the boy asked cheerfully.
"I'd really rather you put it away," Yuri told him. "I might have to make a quick movement, and then you've got a dead driver on your hands." Shit, this kid is nuts. What the hell was I thinking? He was impressed at the boy's acting before their departure, though.
How the Goa'uld Stole ChristmasallflashnophotoDecember 28 2010, 06:12:11 UTC
Ba'al squatted down by the slowly cooling body of his target, idly cleaning his dagger with a spare bit of cloth swiped off the man. It had been too easy, really; the man had been unguarded, unaware, and it had been a simple matter of stepping casually out in front of him and slamming the dagger up under his chin. Inelegant, to be sure, and not as satisfying as days of torture and revival in a sarcophagus, but it got the job done
( ... )
Re: How the Goa'uld Stole Christmasthe_measurersDecember 28 2010, 06:32:04 UTC
Small feet padded within all encompassing jammies. Blonde and pigtailed, the small child rounded the corner, rubbing her eyes. She noticed a red shape through her vision, which was blurry with sleep. Her eyes widened and her intent to get a glass of water and maybe sneak a look at her presents was forgotten.
"...Senter Klaus?"
Luckily she hadn't noticed the blood or the pile on the floor yet.
Re: How the Goa'uld Stole ChristmasbaalsyDecember 28 2010, 07:21:13 UTC
Ba'al stared at the child.
And stared.
The Tau'ri had an amusing epithet, one that Ba'al had personally found rather crass but the ones he'd worked with during his most recent stint on Earth had used quite often in a bad situation. Ba'al could never say it out loud (to do that would be to validate a Tau'ri custom and he could never bring himself to that level) but he thought it, quite forcefully, at this moment.
Oh, shit.
"Ah--that's right, little... girl," Ba'al said, stepping carefully over the body of the official and setting the presents such that her attention would be on them instead of the suspicious lump. In some respects, Tau'ri and Goa'uld were quite similar, particularly with respect to material goods. "I am Senter Klaus."
You're a mean one, Mr. Ba'althe_measurersDecember 28 2010, 11:59:57 UTC
Her face brightened and she smiled gap toothedly before beginning to hobble over in that way only younger children had, perpetually unsure of their balance.
You really are a heel~baalsyDecember 28 2010, 18:52:04 UTC
"Ah," Ba'al said, in lieu of knowing what else to say, and scooped up the small human directly, before she could either get to the presents or, presumably, her father's dead body.
"I believe you have to wait until morning," he said, trying to sound what he imagined to be kindly. It actually just sounded generally constipated.
The best time to catch your targets is when they touch down for a cigarette or bathroom break. They're not expecting you. It'll be too easy really. Just don't draw a lot of attention to yourself.
After that, your target may have had a schedule to follow. For some of you, that might have included handing out toys. Whoo boy. You sure signed up for that part.
Anyway, regardless of what you've been doing up until then, at midnight all the important people get their presents. That means it's time to go down the specially widened chimney, flashing your ID card at the scanner at the bottom. Your targets are probably asleep and unawares....
[OOC: As this part takes some time, feel free to handwave any part of it.]
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He slid down with the ID card in hand, and heard the beep. Now he waited for his fish-like companion to join him.
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Covered in soot and miserable, he lay in the fireplace for a moment, catching his breath.
At that moment, a middle aged man wandered into the room in his pajamas. Scratching his five o clock shadow, he looked balefully down at Sah'ot, who did his best to appear perky and lifeless. Just a toy here! He's even got a bow tied around him!
"I didn't ask for this shit...What are they doing at the department...."
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He had children.
"Oh frell..." Slobo said quietly. He looked in the direction of the man.
"Buddy, I think we need ta talk."
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"Hey kidsss...let-t's play! Hey kidsss...let-t's play! Hey kidsss...let-t's play!"
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"It-t-t'sss true. I was even ssssuposed ta bite you and your wife up a bit. Make it-t look like dogsss." In truth, the idea of harming a human made Sah'ot want to curl up somewhere and die.
Senator Ramfel, seeing a black and white punk rocker and some kind of giant talking fish on freaky legs, hearing them say they were planning to kill him, let out a low keening of fear that began gradually to escalate in volume...
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"Change course," the boy ordered.
"Excuse me?"
"You're not taking me to Senter Klaus headquarters. You're taking me to the edge of town, or I kill you like I killed my stepdad."
It was almost ironic, really. "Put it away, kid. I'm with the Resistance. We're not going to Senter Klaus headquarters."
"Can I keep the knife out anyway so I can pretend to be hijacking the sleigh?" the boy asked cheerfully.
"I'd really rather you put it away," Yuri told him. "I might have to make a quick movement, and then you've got a dead driver on your hands." Shit, this kid is nuts. What the hell was I thinking? He was impressed at the boy's acting before their departure, though.
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"...Senter Klaus?"
Luckily she hadn't noticed the blood or the pile on the floor yet.
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And stared.
The Tau'ri had an amusing epithet, one that Ba'al had personally found rather crass but the ones he'd worked with during his most recent stint on Earth had used quite often in a bad situation. Ba'al could never say it out loud (to do that would be to validate a Tau'ri custom and he could never bring himself to that level) but he thought it, quite forcefully, at this moment.
Oh, shit.
"Ah--that's right, little... girl," Ba'al said, stepping carefully over the body of the official and setting the presents such that her attention would be on them instead of the suspicious lump. In some respects, Tau'ri and Goa'uld were quite similar, particularly with respect to material goods. "I am Senter Klaus."
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"I wanna see the pwesents!"
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"I believe you have to wait until morning," he said, trying to sound what he imagined to be kindly. It actually just sounded generally constipated.
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