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Space-trash, why'd it have to be space-trash? (Galactic Alliance Dominion of the Ojom Hex)

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#41
Trextan Voidstalker

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Karren Trask Coren Starchaser

With the pirates' blaster fire having fallen silent at the sight of Jedi and sensing the barrier behind them Trextan called out: "Surrender."

That never seemed to work. A hail of blaster fire came in their direction. Trextan picked several bolts out of the air in quick succession as he started to advance. Several of the soldiers returned fire.

He could sense fear now. Many of the raiders turned and fled. Trextan didn't pursue quickly. His inexorable advance continued and he lashed out with a telekentic wave. Securing a passage to the hangars was more important. The pirates would be afforded some time to loot and likely escape today. Evacuating the civilians was more important than dealing with the vultures.

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Asmus Janes

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The engine configuration of his pre-dark ages prototype fighter took some getting used to but the computer provided help where he didn't have enough hands or mental space to cope. The system also learned the preferences of the pilot over time and adapted to keep the vessel on the very edge of balance.

Each of the four main thrusters was bidirectional and further from the main fuselage than on a typical X-Wing. Combined with the numerous small thrusters they have the ship almost unparalleled agility.

As laser fire spat out towards him he angled down relative to his current orientation and accelerated. As he closed on the freighter he gave a burst of lateral thrust to throw their targeting off and then accelerated in close. Cutting main thrust he gave a burst of repeater fire that lashed across the freighter's thrusters and towards the turret. The turret was turned to slag but the shields saved the engines. The frieghter banked and accelerated to try and throw him off before making the jump but he fell in behind it as he tried to line up for another run on the engines.

#43
Fiolette Yvarro

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The Fleetwood slowly began work on the stations, tractor beam in place on one while worker drones hauled away scrap and debris. Meanwhile, the Sondheimer III set her own heavy tractor beams to work and began to suck in the trash that floated by. Her fires began to melt what could be melted while other parts were sent to her scrap zones. All of it filtered out by a combination of droid brain and human touch, the smaller ship looked laughably tiny when compared to the Sondheimer. Nevertheless, a ship built to pick up scrap, debris and literal space garbage worked to clean up much of Ojom. Kit still had her doubts and just prayed that whatever deity looked over, their crew kept the Alliance from checking what ship was in this area. 



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Coren Starchaser

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Coren and Trextan were on their way to the hangar, but the Starchaser was tallying behind the other. He could feel something wrong here. Something wasn’t right. The other with them, Karren? She was having an issue. Reaching out in the Force. Coren was feeling the station around them, the people, the cause. He shook his head.The Force was around them, and he was pushing his own intention into it, the light side. The side that linked the Jedi, and kept the New Jedi Order, and their Fringe Force comrades on the same path.

 

He needed to soothe the group, but he wasn’t the best at that. Least of all when being fired at. Shaking his head, the orange blade went to work, reflecting shots back before Trextan threw a wave down. Reaching out as well, Coren pushed a stunning blast to grab anyone that didn’t get pushed back. He didn’t want to risk civilian casualties.

 

Call it the war horse growing up. He was a Jedi now.He needed to save those he could.

 

Civilians first, then fixing the dark side he could feel on the station.

 

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Karren Trask


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Cathul Thuku

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Objective: Xerius Station

Allies: Coren Starchaser Trextan Voidstalker

Enemies: Pirates

 

That foolhardy person they called Karren TraskWhat business was that person called Karren to have in this station, fighting pirates? What could Karren do differently? Is Karren at risk of carbon monoxide poisoning? she rthought, while the last shipment of civilians that wasn't already under their care or the care of Coren/Trextan was being shipped into the Oral-Turinabol, while the Lothal and the others were now operating at a rate that was more in line within their normal operational rates in service. The next patient to arrive in front of her was not much different from the old one, someone that also suffered from carbon monoxide poisoning. Once again, Cathul was busy looking for the carbon monoxide in the patient's body, while the other CIC crew took out an oxygen mask and stood ready to administer one once Detoxify Poison got the carbon monoxide out of the patient's airways and, in fact, the carbon monoxide was, well, no longer carbon monoxide once it got out of the patient's body.

 

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Srina Talon

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Location: Exterior to Interior of Krell Station, Ojom Orbit, Ojom System, The Deep Core
Interacting With: Aryn Teth & NPC Pirate Scum
 
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It was very rare that Srina Talon felt unsure of herself. It was a much rarer sight, for her to be caught off guard, or surprised. As she deactivated her saber and the Supreme Commander swiftly closed the distance between them the small woman involuntarily took a step back. She did not fear him, nothing so specific, but there was an emotion lingering within him that she could not place. It was protective fire, prompting him to notice the small blaster-burn on her cheek when she barely had. He took hold of her chin and she allowed it, silver eyes unreadable, though luminous from the adrenaline that was slow to fade.

 

His words struck her as if they had been made of lightning. His concern overflowed and filled the Force Bond that he created between them as easily as a river merged with the sea. His visage filled her sight, his nearness sudden, as she tried to find the words to convey that she was fine. Yet, they remained stuck in her throat. Trapped. “Aryn…”, his name, was all she could muster, before something bright and red flew between them.

 

Heat. Blaster-fire. Srina turned on a dime, prepared to deal with their attacker, but it seemed wholly unnecessary. Again she watched as the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance took matters into his own hands. Literally. The pirate that shot at them was dangling in the air in a moment’s time and Srina could feel the Force resonating in the dark-haired man beside her. His anger was unbound. Why? The Echani could not place a reason. Not truly. They were shot at all the time, as it was the nature of their duties, but why only now, when she was in ‘danger’ did the Jedi react with such finality?

 

The Sith Apprentice, for all of her experience with darkness, did not understand. A snap rang through the air, signaling the end of ragged breathes, and she felt life slip away, once again. The Confederacy did not have a tendency to show kindness to their enemies. For that matter, neither did the Echani, but Srina could not help but hang on to the aberrant behavior. This was not a fight. It was an execution.

 

Something that might have been regret rolled through her. It belonged to the Jedi—not herself. Srina was more annoyed that her distraction with the dark-haired man could have cost them the mission. If the shot had been aimed, just a little more precisely, it could have cost the Alliance one of their leaders. The thought of losing him caused her heart to harden. She would not allow her focus to be interrupted again.

 

A gentle gloved hand reached for Aryn, landing on his cheek, to turn his gaze toward her. He had done the same thing to her not moments before. Mercurial eyes held his. There was no pity, no empathy, and no remorse. As always, within the calmness of her demeanor, he would find his solace. “He could have killed either one of us. Do not take this on your shoulders. Do not crumble beneath this burden. The boy was old enough to hold a gun and foolish enough to shoot. Ergo—He was old enough to die.”

 

“We have a mission to complete, my Jedi. Your people are counting on you and I need you here.”

 

Her words reminded her of what she had spoken to him on Kubindi when they had sought to aid the Sovereignty. It felt like a lifetime ago, however, the same notion, the same lesson applied. Srina pulled away and headed toward the consoles that seemed mostly intact. Here, they could disrupt the pirate operation. Her fingers began to move over lighted keys as she sought to reprogram the security system, as planned, to take control of the remains of the station.

 

Hopefully, it wasn’t too late. 

 

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Rayf Vigil

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"Yes R9, I see them," Rayf grunted, straining against his flight seat's harness as his evasive maneuvered pushed the X-Wing's inertial dampeners to their limits, "You worry about those repairs, I'll worry about the fighters!"

 

Early on they had taken a glancing blow to one of their ship's main engines, but Rogue Leader trusted his astromech to lock it down. In the meantime, he was forced to contend with his TR-20 handling not unlike a bantha in heat. Decades of flying in all kinds of adverse conditions allowed him to compensate, but he was still fighting at a handicap in an already precarious situation. Technically, Rogue Squadron was outnumbered by a considerable margin. But these pilots were not exactly trained military professionals, and despite the odds his pilots' superior martial prowess had allowed them to score several kills without suffering any losses.

 

The pirates flew in loose formations, fell for the simplest tricks in the book, and failed to stick together almost without fail. Commander Vigil, on the other hand, had never lost sight of his wingman. As a temporary replacement, Rogue Two was no Allyson Locke, but he was a competent pilot and flying with all systems with green. So despite his experience, the Old Man found himself acting as bait while Two racked up the kills. It almost felt nostalgic, in a way.

 

Eventually the pirates caught on, and began pressuring them with greater numbers until both X-Wings were forced to focus mainly on covering each other's backs.

 

"Little busy here, R9! This better be important," he glanced down at the droid's translated hoots on the TR-20's AR display, "Whoa, slow down! What about Ojom? What do you mean collision?"

 

An already tense expression darkened after his astromech briefed him on the disaster currently unfolding onboard the planet's damaged space elevators. Not only were lives on the line, but the Defense Force would be forced to divert resources away from ensuring no pirate escaped custody if they hoped to save as many lives as possible. The increased stakes only hardened his resolve, and with a quick pulse of the trigger Rayf scratched another pirate off.

 

"Not much we can do about it right now, buddy," Rogue Leader reminded the little droid, before switching on his ship's comlink, "All flights, form up on me! We gotta drive them away from Ojom. Lets show these jokers who they're messing with."

 

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Several hours into it and things were starting to clear up.

 

"She works beautifully," Kit said with admiration of the Sondheimer III. 

 

Fiolette only nodded she was engrossed with something else. Her eyes seemed to be glued to her tablet, "thinking about creating a debris net, something to attract debris toward it."

 

Magnets were the first on her mind, but then it would depend on the strength and perhaps even automated tractor beams, like a beacon only with an adjusted sensor to bring debris around. To help with the upkeep around these parts and make it easier for vessels to go in and out. A monitoring station would be good for the top to look down and ensure it was all working, yes, this would be what she would implement. A suggestion, at the moment she was still bound by the Alliance and half-way trapped in their space until they deemed fit to let her out of their hands. Still didn't mean she couldn't charge them for services or ask for a sponsorship or contract later on for her services. Better sooner rather than later, a lesson she learned with the First Order.

 

"She is," Fiolette finally acknowledged, "now why don't we send the bill to the Alliance and discuss this."

 

She turned the tablet to Kit, and Kit pushed her lips, "not bad." A nod, "not bad at all."



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Aryn Teth

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Aryn Teth  

Krell Station, Ojom Orbit, Ojom System, The Deep Core

Interacting With: Srina Talon

 

Silence surrounded Aryn as he watched the crumbled body in the doorway, and for a few brief moments the hand he had used to snuff the life away shook at his side. it was only as he felt the tender feeling of Srina's hand upon his cheek that sound and sense returned to him, his gaze turned in her direction as he focused upon her face and her words. Srina's explanation cut with the kind of cool logic she had commonly mustered when dealing with him, and he understood well enough that she was right, there was little that Aryn could truly be blamed for given the situation, the Besalisks had certainly not shown much care as to the fate of the pirates, and the Alliance itself had committed crimes within its own borders and abroad that some would consider equally nefarious. 

 

Regardless of that however, the guilt still nagged at Aryn, he had believed himself a Jedi, and from her words it was evident that Srina and perhaps a thousand more viewed him as such. Yet, it was a title that Aryn felt was becoming increasingly unbecoming of himself. "You're right." His tone was plain and flat, Aryn knew that Srina would still feel the lingering guilt he held, but he stepped away from he before she might push him on it.

 

Moving further within the security control room, Aryn found the primary control panel, dragging the body which had slumped over it off and onto the floor as he activated the holographic controls. Considering the relative surprise that the two force users had caught the room in, the console remained open, meaning that they would not need to work through a slice to gain access, and soon what camera feeds remained across the station came into view, including the cargo hold, where a number of patrolling pirates wandered among the crowds of sitting and kneeling prisoners.

 

As he looked over the scene, the guilt in Aryn's gut twisted into anger once more, and he began to work on altering the commands provided by the pirates to the station's defense systems. Setting the parameters for the automated defences, Aryn ensured only those armed would be targeted, and without a moment's hestitation, he activated the new routines, watching as almost instantaneously bodies began to fall on the feed. There was an initial panic on the hand of the prisoners, so palpable and absolute that even across the station Aryn felt it surge through the force as they cowered lower, the pirates systematically crumpling and falling to the floor across the station as automated turrets and drones 'neutralized' them. 

 

Within the space of a few moments, silence echoed through the halls once more, the pirates across the interior of Krell Station completely and utterly devastated. "Come on, we should get those prisoners out of here." 


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Cathul Thuku

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Objective: Xerius Station

Allies: Coren Starchaser Trextan Voidstalker

Enemies: Pirates

 

With the pirates inside the station now being in disarray, in full retreat even, to the extent such a thing was possible, it was now time to finalize the process of evacuting the refugees still left inside the station, especially since the relief provided by the other parties is insufficient to get the job done. Now that the patient that was having carbon monoxide poisoning was recovering in a hospital ward, Cathul realized that some of those refugees will have to be housed in other areas of the ship. In crew quarters, in the main hangar, in mess halls, but nothing to do with fire control, ordnance or engineering: it would be dangerous to place refugees so close to such critical areas of the Lothal. Which carried far more ordnance than a hospital ship ever would. Bloody poodoo: we must have tens of thousands of refugees in tow by now! she thought, while housing so many refugees was not going to be easy on anyone. Not even at their drop-off point on Inysh. She then began to ask the CIC crew one of the more uncomfortable questions, while detecting faint traces of more refugees onboard the station.

 

"While we have successfully fended off the pirates, we start to be running out of space here: what space do we have to house more refugees?"

 

"Life support won't allow us to take on much more"

 

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Ava Cartwright

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Rogue Squadron 

Ojom Orbit

Engaging NPC pirates

 

Ava's aiming reticular went red and a target lock-tone filled her ears. She tightened on the trigger and launched a torpedo at the approaching enemy fighter. Switching quickly to lasers, Rogue Five linked all four, then picked another target as the nearby space was full of pirate treasures, well so to speak. As Goldie's missile hit the first, she flashed into range on the second and gave it a full burst of laser fire.

 

The glare of offending lasers against the Ralltiri's shields hid the result of her shooting, but Squeak reported a pirate craft destroyed for a total of two so far for the flight officer, and the other one damaged sending it spiraling out of control and right into his unfortunate wingman.

 

Oopsie.... Ava thought amused for a second biting on her lip as the explosion lit up her cockpit before focusing back on the new task at hand; pushing the remaining pirates back from the planet.

 

[ Roger, Rogue Leader. Two Flight forming up for the cattle drive. ] Goldilocks keyed back over the tactical channel to Rayf Vigil, then rolled her TR-20 up on its starboard stabilizers and started the long turn that would bring the X-wing up on the port side of One Flight. 


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Trextan Voidstalker

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It turned out that on a very large station full of opportunities for theft the pirates rapidly became disinterested in a pair of Jedi carving a path towards the hangars.

Instinct made him want to give chase. To bring those who had risked so many lives to justice. But his sensibilities told him that they needed to see the civilians through this before the station broke apart. That was the side of himself cultivated by the sith. The part that always wanted to see a challenge issues through to the end.

His blade flashed back and forth just twice more and the path ahead was clear.

"Two levels down, split them into groups and take all available stairs down," called one of the soldiers.

Trextan took the lead for a group but they met no more resistance. The wide, sprawling hangars had enough ships and they quickly sought out those who were acceptable pilots to start getting the civilians away.