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14-04-2023, 10:55 PM
((originally posted by Sergeant Thymius Rees))
Cooking to Die For
There are some skills which you never expect to come in handy as a soldier. This mission was to quietly eliminate Governor Thon Brush of Belkadan, so that he didn't become a martyr, before he could cede to the Republic. Sal Temt, his replacement, arranged for him to eat at a nice restaurant, and for a number of us to replace staff.
Sith Arvanis assigned me as the chef, Corporal Naveil and Apprentice Syndathik as servers, and Apprentices Wradaii and Viasma as cleaning staff. He suggested poison, and left us to discuss - we acquired some from Sith Sarias, that would induce a heart attack. My plan put forward was that we would get it in him in his meal, and set off a fire and fire alarm, to ensure confusion, and a lack of aid to him. Secondarily, one of the servers would line a glass with poison for him, and all else failing, an "accident" on the stairs.
Disguised as a Huttese-speaking miscreant, makeup and fake Lekku tattoos, I was led to the kitchen by staff there, told that they would have to taste the food before I sent it out. I was the only one cooking for the Governor, and both him and his wife, we found out, were rather hungry and delayed by wine. The appetizer was a nice salad with salted meats and olives and such, and I was told of a special spice he enjoys that I should put on. The main course, a recipe given by a friend, was a Fricassee of Grog, a Hutt-Space delicacy. Her cooking projects have been to make traditional Twi foods edible to others, and so it served my cover.
Serving it on top of rice, after letting a chef taste this as well, I made two plates. As I put on the Governor's special green spice, another was subtly poured in to soak into the rice. Apprentice Syndathik served it, and I set up a can of aerosol in the oven with my pastry shells to give the cannolis an... "explosive" finish. Excusing myself to take a smoke break, letting another chef sample the cream, the Corporal followed after I gave him a cigarra, and Apprentice Syndathik followed to give the Governor's compliments to the chef. They had evidently dealt with rowdy partygoers, and Apprentice Viasma was the last out, with Apprentice Wradaii having kept our exit secure.
The oven seems to have exploded and caused a fire, no casualties. However, our unfortunate Governor suffered a heart attack in all the excitement, and we witnessed his wife mourning outside the restaurant as we slipped away, himself quite dead. By all appearances, a tragic accident.
Final Verdict
Primary and secondary objectives were met, none have reason to suspect us, and what little traces do remain are easily swept under the rug by Sal Temt, such as the oven explosion. The assassination was successful, and if the man is worth his position, he's just received it on a silver platter. A lot of the execution fell to myself with the others supporting and informing, but it seems to have worked out for the best. Five hearing devices and five miniature subvocal microphones have been returned to the Quartermaster for later missions.
For the Empire, for Darth Horuset,
Sergeant Thymius "Savior" Rees
[there seems to be a recipe attached for searing a grog with things such as mushrooms and fresh pan vegetables, and then stewing it in a sauce of the drippings. fricassee de grog.]
Cooking to Die For
There are some skills which you never expect to come in handy as a soldier. This mission was to quietly eliminate Governor Thon Brush of Belkadan, so that he didn't become a martyr, before he could cede to the Republic. Sal Temt, his replacement, arranged for him to eat at a nice restaurant, and for a number of us to replace staff.
Sith Arvanis assigned me as the chef, Corporal Naveil and Apprentice Syndathik as servers, and Apprentices Wradaii and Viasma as cleaning staff. He suggested poison, and left us to discuss - we acquired some from Sith Sarias, that would induce a heart attack. My plan put forward was that we would get it in him in his meal, and set off a fire and fire alarm, to ensure confusion, and a lack of aid to him. Secondarily, one of the servers would line a glass with poison for him, and all else failing, an "accident" on the stairs.
Disguised as a Huttese-speaking miscreant, makeup and fake Lekku tattoos, I was led to the kitchen by staff there, told that they would have to taste the food before I sent it out. I was the only one cooking for the Governor, and both him and his wife, we found out, were rather hungry and delayed by wine. The appetizer was a nice salad with salted meats and olives and such, and I was told of a special spice he enjoys that I should put on. The main course, a recipe given by a friend, was a Fricassee of Grog, a Hutt-Space delicacy. Her cooking projects have been to make traditional Twi foods edible to others, and so it served my cover.
Serving it on top of rice, after letting a chef taste this as well, I made two plates. As I put on the Governor's special green spice, another was subtly poured in to soak into the rice. Apprentice Syndathik served it, and I set up a can of aerosol in the oven with my pastry shells to give the cannolis an... "explosive" finish. Excusing myself to take a smoke break, letting another chef sample the cream, the Corporal followed after I gave him a cigarra, and Apprentice Syndathik followed to give the Governor's compliments to the chef. They had evidently dealt with rowdy partygoers, and Apprentice Viasma was the last out, with Apprentice Wradaii having kept our exit secure.
The oven seems to have exploded and caused a fire, no casualties. However, our unfortunate Governor suffered a heart attack in all the excitement, and we witnessed his wife mourning outside the restaurant as we slipped away, himself quite dead. By all appearances, a tragic accident.
Final Verdict
Primary and secondary objectives were met, none have reason to suspect us, and what little traces do remain are easily swept under the rug by Sal Temt, such as the oven explosion. The assassination was successful, and if the man is worth his position, he's just received it on a silver platter. A lot of the execution fell to myself with the others supporting and informing, but it seems to have worked out for the best. Five hearing devices and five miniature subvocal microphones have been returned to the Quartermaster for later missions.
For the Empire, for Darth Horuset,
Sergeant Thymius "Savior" Rees
[there seems to be a recipe attached for searing a grog with things such as mushrooms and fresh pan vegetables, and then stewing it in a sauce of the drippings. fricassee de grog.]
