Handler 2 was an uncompromising individual. He made no apology for his actions, and did his job well. It was why he had been given permission to forge unconventional and terribly effective tools in service of the Empire. One group in particular, the Lion's Thorn. A member of which Ardenith had been a part of. A Black-on-Black operation. During it's peak, the Republic Intelligence had many nicknames for the members of the Lion's Thorn: the Harlequins, the Jester's Grimm, and even Death's Troupe. Regardless of what they were called, their mission remained the same. The elimination of any and all black ops specialists that threatened the Empire. Primarily intended as counter-Intelligence, their resource availability, and skill of it's operatives, had allowed them to branch out from the strict mission profile Imperial Intelligence had set for them.
It was this information that Thyssen now carried with him, some of it even first-hand. The Krayt's Jaw HQ, within the Dune Sea, was under siege. The offenders of which had been some of those same members. Two in particular had stuck out in the mind of the Mercenary: A pair of ladies, twins, it seemed, that had attempted to kill him and Ardenith. Their garish and bright outfits made them seem silly and almost laughable a threat, but the smile on their faces, and very sharp Vibroblades in their hands had unsettled him.
He would have to hope his friends would hold out long enough to get help... Fortunately, he knew exactly where to look.
Ardenith ducked instinctively as the roof of the desert cave shook. The primary gates of the entrance had held out this long, but only a fool could say they weren't getting pounded. Between himself and the rest of the staff on hand, he had been attempting to coordinate a defensive setup for when the doors inevitably fell, but all he could hope for at this point was digging in deep enough to hold the base. It wouldn't be that difficult, for all their skill, the enemy only had six persons Ardenith even cared to worry about... But they were definitely the greatest threat present, and it would be very, VERY, difficult to stop them.
Not to mention, he would have some apologizing to do to Cirsei when she finds out why they're here.
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