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Malit Kraest

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  1. "My opinion of you has not changed. You have no information. It has been done away with, and you are sorely mistaken Sith!" The Bothans body gave a quick fluster as blaster bolts rained down upon it. A thousand rounds and not a hit. Malit starred back at Raynuk unforgivingly. His body, a hologram a whole time winked in and out of existance as the projector became battle scarred. "I've a countdown of my own for you Sith!" Holding up a holographic furry hand and four clawed fingers, the Bothan began at four and counted down to one. As his last finger fell his hologram winked out of existence just as an explotion rocked the massive compound. Small bombs began to go off one by one....remote detonated from and off planet source. Across Bothawui many more bunkers.....once the safe havens of Bothawui elite and their precious information were annihilated. Computer systems, crashed and the entire infrastructure of the planet seemed to indeed become no more. No all the empire had to go after was a shell of a planet.
  2. With a smirk on his face, Malit turned from his desktop computer as a few other remaining aides turned from their workstations. No doubt they had been frantic to delete the rest of the information stored in the Bothan archives. Remains of downed Bothan personel lay about the room. The demeanor of Malit had to be intimidating as he hadn't even flinched as the fighting was brought to and through his bunker door. "You sith and imperials have such a lack of sophistication....And timing." i-n-g slipped off the lips of the Bothan as five sienar systems gun emplacements fell from the ceiling and pivoted on their axis's to point directly at Raynuk and his band of soldiers. "You apprently lack the capacity to wonder why there was such little resistance on the surface and indeed in general." Kraest swept a clawed hand around the immaculate and luxurious bunker now stained with blood and crumbled door, which when looked at could not even hint at the attrocities being committed on the surface. Fifty Bothans carrying custom made rifles and clad in traditional Bothan armor-- a deep purple with gold trim-- stepped out from a plethora of hidden doors that dotted the office and ajoining hallway. "Truely you underestimate us." A sneer crossed the face of the Bothan as he sat back in his chair. Slowly the chair lowered as a small shield encompassed a ten foot area around it. Inpenetrable by blaster and lightsaber alike, the shield was a safe bubble for the Bothan. The troops can be heard clicking their guns on and the turrets could be heard humming to life as they were fully powered up. There was no where to go as a secondary door closed from the ceiling where the old door indeed had been blown off.
  3. The Bothan death toll was high, but there had to be questions lurking in the back of the imperials minds..... Why was there little or no resistance? The proud Bothan Cruisers were more than a match for a simple star destroyer, even upgraded models. Malit Kraest sat deep in an interplanetary bunker as barrage after barrage of imperial artilery was shelled out on the lands above. His fingers flexed against eachother, the Bothan sighed....He was a picture of calmness Here and there Bothan personel were walking casually to and from stations. The Imperials as always were too hell bent on all out destruction and as usual were quite careless in their mass attempt of genocide. Many Bothans had chose to stand their ground against the oncoming Imperials whom the Consortium knew were coming for some time. However, another mass majority had evacuated to safe planets. Kraest and most of the consortium personel also stuck around to give the Empire something they probably hadn't expected......A fight.....but not head on...
  4. The small Bothan cruiser set down on a random landing pad. As technicians rushed to do maintenance checks the Bothan pointed an arm towards a nearby door just off the land pad flanked by a pair of guards. Malit and Yuusuke wasted no time, as the two made directly for Traest Kre'fey's position in the main hall.
  5. Malit checks on Yuusuke in the main cargo hold via hidden camera. The bothans had a pinache for hiding things. The trip to Bothawui was not an arguously long journey, and the two would arrive soon. With proper clearance codes registered the ship was granted permission to dock near the CIW headquarters.
  6. With a shake of hands and short pleasantries, the two Bothans left the room. The manila envelope, though low tech was Malits favorite method of receiving information. He prefered to keep it low tech. The envelope could be seen no more though as Malit had tucked it secretly in his overcoat. A small flick of the wrist and nobody had been the wiser to his actions. Making his way for the armory he equipped himself with a small repeating blaster. Standard operating procedure dictated agents must arm themselves lightly whenever they were to embark on a mission. The doors opened as a brisk wind caught the white tuft of fur atop the Bothans head. He sighed as again he began to slick the tuft back into position. Commandeering one of the small Bothan ships--standard issue-- he took off for parts beknownst only to himself and a few others.
  7. Recalled from his unfruitful mission Malit descends through atmosphere to the main information compound. Another mission had taken president over his current. With recent galactic events as they were, there wouldn't be much need for his former mission in any case. The Sandy brown haired Bothan entered the compound proper access codes and all. grooming his hair atop his head as he strolled down the hulls whisteling an old show tune, younger recruits seemed to take an eye to the old veteran.
  8. "Anything that I may do for the cause old friend" Malit said accepting the plans. An exaggerated bow followed, and when Malit raised up from the bow he let out a howl of laughter. Quickly shaking Traets hand, he said "I won't let you down old friend." Departing the conference chamber he and Traest were in, Malit made his was to the hangar to access one of the many ships that the consortium possessed. This of course a Kitana fighter recently captured by a ground of rogue bandits whom the Bothans then bought it off of. Checking the codes with current imperial database read outs Malit was satisfied with the fact that he would be able to pentrate imperial defenses as one of their own. His main worry was when he doned the imperial flight suite. Aside from his helmut he also applied a chemical mask which gave him the look of an ordinary human. Brown hair, green eyed. The mask could be ripped off, but he hoped it would not come to that. It was imperitive that he blend in on Sullust in order that he may find where a true imperial stronghold lie. Generally indifferent to the goings on about the galaxy, Malit did this souly for Bothawui. The highest bidder would be able to decide whom the information when gathered would go to. With ID tags in hand and ship powered up the Bothan took off from the main spaceport and set coordinates for Sullust.
  9. Finding his way back to his old stomping grounds Malit put in his own personal identification codes. To his surprise he was granted admittance to the compound. Two large Bothans stood guard, no doubt elite special forces personel. To the Bothans surprise the compound was much the same as it had been when he'd left. He knew his way around surprisingly well. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he neared the main information room. Many secrets of the galaxy worth trillions of credits were stored or transmitted through here. He looked for his old friend Traest.
  10. The astute Bothan enters the atmosphere of his home planet. A sigh escapes his lips as he has not been to Bothawui for years. The beckoning of his information agency was nothing to pull against. As his YT-1300 lands on the pad in the capital city his thoughts run over the many command codes he would need to enter the covert structure that was his home base. He shuddered at the amount of information running through the databases below his feet. Brushing his hand over the brown fur a top his elongated head. It had been a while since he'd made his way to this sector of Bothawui. He wondered if he'd be recognized and/or accepted.
  11. CHARACTER SHEET Malit Kraest Real Name: Malit Kraest Nickname: Malit Age: 36 Species: Bothan Height: 6'0 Weight: 170 Hair:Brown with black undertone Eyes: Purple and Yellow Sex: Male Homeworld: Bothawui Alignment: Neutral Clothing: Brown jump suite. Form fitting, with white stripes on shoulder and thighs Weapon: Small blaster pistol that blents in with fur Non-Force User Inventory: datapad, conceiled com unit implant. Posessions: The Bothanian modified YT-1300 corellian frigate
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