*When te door opened a squat man with a cane opened the door. Not expecting to see this injured man as a security gaurd Xeonon did not see him as a threat but the impassive soliders were unreadable underneath their mask.*

Sorry to bother you you appear to be very busy at the moment. *Xeonon said sarcastically in order to ease the tension that lingered in the air.* but we have reason to believe that their is a security threat within your building. I hope you don't mind us searching the area for anything.

*Not waiting for an answer he motioned for the others to spread out And begin searching. The first floor took moments as it was just a reception room. There were to two sets of stairs behind two doors the team split up. Half going to the basement half moving up to check the remaining floors. Xeonon led the six men checking te upstairs. Flipping on the comm to talk to the others in the building.*

:: Alraight guys I don't want you to be to obvious if you find anything. There may still may be some people in here to make sure their plan doesn't fail. Keep in contact with everyone and report anything suspicious you find. We
dont need any mistake so stay frosty. ::
*The team on the second floor checked it quickly and found nothing. Just as they were about to make their way to the third floor Xeonon heard the floor creak behind them.

At that same moment the squad down in the basement saw movement and they took cover and called Xeonon.*
:: Sir we have movement down in the basement please advise. ::

"Sirs, I'd really like to see a warrant or-" Onyx 16 was cut off as the soldiers entered the building, thankfully not checking behind the security desk. The clone behind the desk merely twisted round and readied his weapon, aiming at the backs of the troopers as they entered the building.

Resigning himself to what was to come, 16 gripped his can firmly and began hobbling towards the desk. "Can I at least get you some tea, sir?"

Before Zeonon would have a chance to answer, 16's leg straightened and he raised his cane. The metal tip at its base was not solid, but rather the barrel of a converted blaster carbine which flashed from a fired blast in his direction. The hidden clone took that as his signal to rev up the Z-6 and began firing en masse at the troopers in the hallway. The shots reverberated throughout the building as the clones and slaves dropped their bundles of data to seize their own weapons from their holsters.

*I nOded to the nova troops my thanks as I set about with my men to unload my supplies*

[:: ulrich, William get these supplies inside. Odd get your bird out of the sky and keep an eye on entrances protocol f-w. Jeremie your with me::]

*As we entered I removed my helmet and bowed my head in a sign of respect*

"I got your distress call. Pala Tuhlute, at your service"

*I was listening to a junior officer's report on the evacuation of the southern sectors as Pala approached. I held up my left hand and gestured for silence, which the officer respectfully obliged. I turned to face the new arrival, my cape swirling in the breeze. It felt as if a storm was coming... It would be ironic if one happened to arrive, a physical metaphor for the metaphysical events taking place around us. I bowed my head in respect to the man before speaking.* "Ahh you are the jedi correct? Welcome to Aargau, when I asked for assistance I did not think things would fall apart so quickly, but perhaps there is still time to salvage the situation. I have sent one of my agents Xeonon with a squad of troopers to a building I believe has been planted with explosives. I have no heard from him and this concerns me, I have 100 soldiers stationed outside the buisness ready to storm it, however I would like to keep collateral damage to a minimum. These people have benn... well... We need information we cannot allow them to drain files and destroy the hard evidence in that building. If you are up for it, take your men, reinforce Xeonon and take that building without destroying too much of it. Prisoners are always useful as well."

The sentry beneath the desk quickly took a shot to the shoulder and torso, though neither were fatal to begin with. The man quickly played possum, biding his time.The top floors of the building were a flurry of activity, the men and women shoving desks and furniture to the windows to form a barricade.

The would-be security guard began backtracking away from Xeonon, firing as he saw opportunities. Mere seconds had passed and it wouldn't take long for the building to be armed now that shots rang out.

Far up in the offices, Onyx 16 was standing outside the server room with a flechette launcher in one hand, a blaster tucked under his armpit. The tech personel were hard at work erasing swathes of code by the minute, but plastic explosives would finish off what they did not.

The aftermath of the explosion was a disaster. It was not the only disaster recorded that day. As the rescue teams began to converge on the rubble the news media of the Fel Empire was in overdrive. In less than one cycle, the stock holdings of the Fel shipyards had plunged seven percent, sending a further sell-off cascading through the other markets in the system.

Now, in that same cycle, an office building owned by a private financial firm exploded, killing hundreds of Fel Empire agents and everyone within the building complex.

The media, for lack of a better term, lost its cool.

As KR-2230 and his team pulled up to the wreckage in their medical bus, one of hundreds of others, the rear doors opened to show a complete circus underway. A ring of reporters held sway around the blast zone, keeping a respectful distance away from the carnage but nonetheless adding to the frenzied atmosphere. Dozens of other rescue workers- professional and volunteer- were combing through the wreckage for survivors. According to Dispatch, roughly one in three of the rescue workers were in the employ of the higher-ups. Now was the time to get to work.

Half a dozen uniformed and masked emergency responders poured out of the bus, KR-2230 in the lead. The other teams would be combing through the rubble, searching for survivors and promptly silencing them before any evidence could be gathered. The men were assigned to a specific task, however.

KR-2230's team arrived at the designated area, where a number of good natured citizens were administering first-aid to a survivor. Someone of importance to the Fel Empire, it seemed. The team surrounded the good samaritans and went into actions as protocol demanded. Four of the masked men jabbed the men and women in the back with syrettes filled with Mon Cal Water Cobra venom. KR-2230 and his second in command unhooked a portable gurney and transferred Xeonon onto it. The others left the bodies where they lay and worked to stabilize the body of Xeonon after retrieving any of his belongings that were nearby.

"Three minutes," KR said to the driver of the rescue vehicle. The rear doors opened to a flurry of media excitement, knowing that they had found a survivor. The team ignored the press, though, like any professional medics would.

Xeonon's gurney slid into the back of the medical van and the doors slammed shut. The craft began to move at speed- not to a hospital, but to the nearest spaceport where an unmarked cruiser waited to retrieve the team. The team removed their masks, revealing a set of almost identical medical staff. Clones, no less.

KR-2230 opened an ice chest from the side of the van and removed a green, amorphous blob- Vong technology that settled onto Xeonon's warm hands and encasing them in what felt like an enormous glob of glue.

"Time to ship?"

KR's driver commed back from the helm of the speeder. "Forty seconds. Eight minutes to leaving system. Communication from the cruiser says we'll be picking up a stray on the way back to base."

KR nodded. Orders were orders, and he would see them through. "He goes into solitary once we get aboard the ship."

OOC: Xeonon, we'll pick this up in orbit over Ossa Prime as they pick Thrix up.

*Captain Efim reached the edge of the Business Park. He was alone. It was eerily quiet. No blaster fire, no explosions, nothing. It appeared that if there were terrorists here, they had already come and gone. He scanned the immediate area with his blaster, prepared to meet any threat. But none challenged him. He heard a chorus of boots running towards him. He quickly turned and saw 2nd Platoon slow to a halt as it approached him.*

"Coms are down in the Business Park. Too much interference. Everyone be on guard. There's a collapsed building ahead...ground zero for the terrorist attack. Let's move."

*2nd Platoon quickly moved towards the column of black smoke billowing into the sky.*

*Upon reaching the rubble of the collapsed building. Captain Efim ordered the platoon to halt. There was a lot of debris. Chunks of rock and rebar littered the street, as did the occasional pool of blood. Rescue teams were already on station and combing the rubble.*

"Let's give the rescue teams some breathing room. I want a twenty meter security permiter around the rubble. Report anything that may help with the investigation. If you come across any lingering hostiles, you know what to do."

*The platoon went about establishing the perimeter.*