Dominion A New Lohopa | GA Dominion of Lohopa II

[Miri Nimdok]

Objective I: Viper No Viping
Tags: Silas Westgard Alora Davani
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"I have been shot," Miri said in answer to their queries about her health, letting the facts speak for themselves. Both of her teammates showed concern for her wellbeing, but Alora was the one with the healing powers. Miri nodded her consent, allowing the energy to seep into her wound. It stung as it closed.

Silas talked strategy. "That would probably be for the best," she agreed. "I'm just going to... go up there." She pointed toward a second-floor office with a window overlooking the facility proper. It was a good vantage point for sniping. "You two have fun down below."

 

[Valery Noble]

Lohopa II

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Outfit: Shadow Gear
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Aurorae | Closed

<Clear.>

Aurora dipped her head and crouched down to cut away the restraints that were used to keep the hostages together. Their reactions were understandably mixed — there was joy and relief because they seemed to have been rescued, but they weren't really sure how to feel about two masked figures. <We're here to get you out,> Aurora tried to assure them, but it was only after their restraints were all cut, that they relaxed a little.

<It's still dangerous to go outside, so do not run for safety yet.>

Aurora then turned to her partner again and gestured for the hallway ahead. <I'm going to call in reinforcements to hit this place from all sides. We'll join them in the fight and make sure none of those thugs can reach these hostages,> she said before she raised her vambrace and sent out the signal. With the hostages secured, the gang no longer had any leverage, so Alliance forces were already moving in and in less than a minute, a firefight started.

Inside the distribution center, there was a lot of yelling, and the comms of the unconscious thugs inside the room with them were going off with signals to bring the hostages closer to the fight. But there would be no answer for them.

<Lead the way and let's fight our way out of here.>

 

[Mylo Thorne]

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Death from Above

Location: Lohopa II, Expansion Region
Objective: Protect the citizens and extract the hostages
Equipment: ES01 E-Wing Multirole Starfighter
Callsign: Raider Leader
Tags:
Aurorae | Silas Westgard | Valery Noble | Corazona von Ascania | Miri Nimdok | Alora Davani

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A multitude of different lights, buttons and an assortment of switches came to life. A kaleidoscope of colour illuminating the otherwise dim cockpit. A hydraulic hiss entered his ears as he plopped down onto the seat and the canopy slowly descended, enclosing him in the cockpit. Padded. Nice. Just how he'd ordered it. It wasn't too fun when you had to sit on what was tantamount to a rock while on a long range recce mission. Almost instinctively he started flicking switches, a row of green lights telling him he was ready to go.

His com was the first to start up. "Control to Raider Leader, confirm frequency Tac-One over?" Mylo flicked an auxiliary com unit above his head and the main one by his knee to the right frequency.

He fought to keep the creeping smile off his bearded face. "Leader to control, all green and ready to rumble, Tac-One confirmed, over."

The voice bounced back. "Copy that, cleared to begin takeoff sequence, have a good one, Captain."

"Right back at ya."

Mylo allowed himself to feel the purr of the E-Wing as some innocuous text from his droid scrolled down on a small screen next to his elbow. He'd never forget that soft thud as the ground crew yanked the fuelling tube off his ship. Familiar feelings were a sort of medicine he thought to himself grabbing the stick. The pilot guided the ship out of the cavernous bay, letting the blackness engulf it. A number of ships, most of the X-Wing and A-Wing class formed up behind him.

Turning off slightly, he moved into position, the plating of four to five shuttles filling up his right viewport. "Keep it tight, you've all got the right telemetry data." He ordered. Letting the view before him turn from the speckled black void to a deep light blue hue.

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Mylo was attacked by sensor data pinging off in the cockpit as the clouds came rushing toward them. Looks like they were the first to arrive. Didn't pay to be tardy of course. He watched the shuttles stream through beneath him as he pulled back on the stick, maintaining altitude as the cut through fluffy white clouds and watched the ground light up.

Time to earn that paycheck. Mylo went into a steep nosedive, hurtling toward the ground. Low enough to give them hell, high enough to make sure he didn't receive it. Hitting a button on his dashboard, he let off a spray of red blasterfire from his autocannon, spraying the gang members who didn't seem to be quite sure exactly what they were dealing with. "Keep the autocannon running Tee-One, I wanna go check the place out."

After hearing a flurry of beeps, he soared across the plains, peering out of his cockpit to watch a gang member get sniped by a well-placed shot from a Raider Squadron A-Wing. "Nice shooting Blue Flight, get ya a case 'a jawa juice for that one." He chuckled into the com. "Green Flight, land by the building on the north, I'm coming down there. Red Flight protect those transports." Taking a quick glance out, he nodded to himself, knowing the transports were in safe wings.

Filled with a strange hope that they'd possibly pick up, he sent out a message to the nearest GA frequency. "Come in ground, this is Raider Leader, sorry we're late, prepare for extraction."


He watched the X-Wings of Red Flight soar past him, dodging ground fire as he swooped out to port, touching down with a little bump near the rendezvous point. Opening the canopy and removing his sidearm, he tapped the E-Wing as his droid flew off to go and strafe gang members. Grouping with some of his pilots, he jogged over to the transports, watching blue bolts fly past his face and returning some of his own.

Mylo put his wrist-mounted com to his mouth. "Ground Team come in!!"

 

[Dominik Borra]

Task Force Null | Operation: Luceat | Mission: Parvus | Location: Lohopa II, on Target
Gear: Personal Armor, Robotic Arm, Cybernetic Eye
Ebony(Sword), Mirrorverse Heavy Pistol, DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System
Tags: | Verin | Cordé Sabo | Driver | Rowan Corde | Lyrrin | Mara Kellarov | Lorian Arrlandi |

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Lorian Arrlandi Did as he was told, going invisible. "You're going to be our enemy's surprise." He told the nearly-invisible man. "Move quietly, try to get behind. Best case scenario our contact killed two guards that found him. Worst case, someone has him." Driver went off to find a vehicle and Mara Kellarov Had his back, expressing concern about the drone's origin. He didn't like this either. He made sure his gun was off of safety one last time and moved forward. His steps were smooth and quiet as he approached the edge of the large opening in the warehouse. The uncertain light of dawn made it a bit harder to see, but quickly flicking through his thermal sensors told him that the two bodies hadn't been there long, still warm. As he put his back to the wall he waited a moment, letting Lorian move in first before giving another nod to Mara and moving in, rifle raised.

“Heyyyyy team. I’m seeing some more network activity from the factory’s security system. Can’t tell what’s going on but it's probably some sort of alert from the drones. No alarms triggered so far.”

"No more patrol drones have been deployed. They might be out. I would still suggest staying out of the open, seems like they might have other security systems."

That wasn't good. Two corpses yet no alarms. And the drones were out patrolling the treelines, far away from anyone they could be protecting. Conclusion? They weren't protecting. "Good to have you watching us. Keep a tight scope on the target. Green light to shoot anyone not us." Years and years ago he was the one on the ridge with the rifle. A simpler time and he felt much more comfortable in her position. But someone competent had to lead the team, and that meant on the ground. Couldn't lead from the other end of a scope.

"I think... that was all of them. Do you see anything?"

"Drone Team," He spoke into comms, "If you're done with the drones head north and move around to the side of the target. Move fast. We're going in to secure the package, but more hostiles may be present." He stepped slowly, scanning around and keeping an eye on the upstairs office where he had seen something move by the window. He made sure to point it out to Mara with a finger.

And then from that office came a huge crash, a high-pitched terrified scream, and the muted sound of a lightsaber igniting. The room was washed with red light before the scream stopped. Dominik raised his rifle to the door before it opened and two figures wearing black robes and the metal masks of Sith Acolytes stepped out, one carrying a large armored briefcase, and saw the pair of agents.

They ignited their sabers and ran towards the back of the warehouse, the catwalk shaking as they did. One tapped a communicator on their arm and spoke into it, turning to deflect any blaster fire coming their way.

If the Drone Team examined the downed drones, they would find the embossed symbol of the Sith along the plain exterior.

Two Sith Acolytes are running, presumably carrying the package. They are up a level of metal stairs running along a catwalk towards a large set of glass windows at the back of the warehouse. More drones are flying in toward the target warehouse, and perhaps more backup.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: Destroy the gang
Tag: Miri Nimdok / Alora Davani

The wound on Miri didn't look too bad, from the looks of things she was able to continue too. Silas looked to Alora who showed the same concern, offering to use some of her force healing powers to make her more comfortable. . Miri accepted, and soon the wound was patched to the point where it didn't hurt too much.

Silas suggested that the blaster wielding woman found the high ground, to which she agreed. If she was able to provide fire from above, it would make their jobs easier as well as stop any sneaky criminals trying to flank them "Good, try and find a good spot that overlooks the battle. You will prove to be valuable in taking them down" he said with a small respectful nod before looking back to the healer.

"We need to move, I'm unsure if those inside have the blaster fire out here," he said to the fellow Jedi, walking closer to the entrance with purpose "They shouldn't have heavy weaponry, a few automatic blasters at most. Even so, we must be cautious when we enter. Understood?" Silas said sternly, making sure his partner wasn't overestimating these gangsters.
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[Verin]

MISSION PARVUS
Driver | Dominik Borra | Lorian Arrlandi | Mara Kellarov | Elena Lowe
Directly: Cordé Sabo | Lyrrin

Verin blinked.

Well, that was anti-climatic.

"Good... job?" She muttered but felt a bit disappointed. Didn't even get to fire her new shiny rifle once. That seemed hardly fair. Hadn't she been the one to point out the drones in the first place? At the very least they could have spared one or two for her. Or at least give her the job of picking up the suitcase after such a great observation.

"Drone Team," He spoke into comms, "If you're done with the drones head north and move around to the side of the target. Move fast. We're going in to secure the package, but more hostiles may be present."

This disappointment didn't last long.

"Told ya, C." She said with a big chit-eating grin while configuring the closest route to their newest objective. "There ain't such a thing as a milk run."

Had Verin said something like that to Cordé? Maybe the woman had just thought it. Either way, without waiting to see if the other two would follow them, she set off north. Sticking to the treeline and keeping one suspicious eye to the skies. "Lowe," She hissed softly into her comm and connected herself to the Eye in the Sky.

"Can't you do anything about these things? Drop a nuke or something?"

The fact a nuke would destroy everything didn't seem to register with her. It just sounded cool. Drop a nuke.

As they made their approach chit went awry. Sith? Why was it always Sith. Verin had no time to whine about it however. Her rifle reared its head and she squeezed the trigger without any discussion.

A drone fell out of the tree it had been stationed on.

"Killer-drones, folks, they have been planted all around the forest line." Over her shoulder as more humming began to fill the air. This was only the beginning.

 

[Cordé Sabo]

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D U L C E T
TASK FORCE NULL | OPERATION LUCEAT | MISSION PARVUS
L O H O P A II | EN ROUTE TO LT: -46.46724 | LN: 6.29873
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Huh, Cordé whistled and then belatedly pouted to herself about the efficiency of the senior agent and his robots. At least she didn’t have to patch up droids if things went south. This was probably better for the team’s longevity, even if it wasn’t so good for a side bet on how many could be taken out before being noticed. Though, technically, all of them was the correct answer.

"Drone Team," "If you're done with the drones head north and move around to the side of the target. Move fast. We're going in to secure the package, but more hostiles may be present.

"Told ya, C." "There ain't such a thing as a milk run."

<You look a leeetle too happy about that.> Cordé smirked back at her fellow operative, and then looked back to the downed objective they’d all been assigned to.

Crawling out and compromising their position to inspect the bodies seemed superfluous when the droids that had taken them out were still near the smoking bodies. <Lyrrin, can your droids keep up the good work? Record some images of the drones and feed them back to our comm queen? See if we can get some sort of..insignia or somethi—>

"Can't you do anything about these things? Drop a nuke or something?"

Cordé drew her fingers across her throat with exaggerated swiftness. That was as far as she got with communicating how bad of an idea nukes were. Verin had to be joking, right?

"Killer-drones, folks, they have been planted all around the forest line."

But then she stopped the gesture and almost changed her mind.

<I guess we’re the precision strikes.> The medic murmured, and adjusted her heads-up display to help her perceive what she couldn’t see naturally. Science helped where senses couldn’t. Among the natural spread of the trees, several metal monstrosities swarmed to life, rose above the skyline, and then dove.

A burst of carbine knocked one’s trajectory short, then another, and Cordé’s footwork shuffled her back to try and get a better angle up at the treeline that vibrated with activity. Rounds burst from the leaves, bright red. Blue-green plasma from the operative’s blaster countered, creating colourful crossfire. Another shape dropped to the grass while another deviated around the blindside of their threesome.

Cordé's blaster was busy, and alternative that came to mind was her grappling hook. She shot it out, into the what-should-have-been-a-face, of one, found purchase, and yanked it down, sharply toward her and the ground. It sputtered and sparked, imploding from what would have been the nose?

<With this many, the nuke idea might not be far off.>

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DRONES: Verin | Lyrrin | Elena Lowe
PACKAGE: Dominik Borra | Lorian Arrlandi | Mara Kellarov | Driver
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[Alora Davani]

Miri Nimdok | Silas Westgard​

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With a nod, Alora let the healing energy flow to Miri's wound and close it.

Once it was finished, the healer opened her eyes and glanced to her new battle companions. Their work was waiting just inside. With Miri taking the high ground, she would be joining Silas' effort on the floor. "Understood," she echoed, nodding to the young man.

With that, Alora moved up towards the door. She listened for a moment, but when she was met with quiet... she propped the door open. Such uneasy calm likely meant that the gangsters were alert to their presence. Or, they'd remained completely oblivious...

However, she doubted the latter very much.

As she stepped in, a red bolt flew past – hopefully missing her fellow Jedi. A gasp escaped Alora as she worked to deflect the next bolt, and the next. "I'll cover!" she called, allowing Silas to slip by her if he was willing to press forward.

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[Miri Nimdok]

Objective I: Viper No Viping
Tags: Silas Westgard Alora Davani
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With her wounds dealt with and the others moving into position, Miri ascended the steps to the office and set up shop by the window. Holstering her two pistols, she instead pulled out the Dragon's Breath, loading it up with incendiary ammo. The last time she had used it was when she and Kyell Laysel had fought Hacks ... It didn't turn out very well for Hacks.

It definitely wasn't going to turn out well for the Vipers.

The sound of blaster fire indicated that Alora and Silas were now engaging with the enemy. Miri took aim from above, found a group of gangsters clustered together behind a crate, and fired. Flames erupted upon impact, as if a bomb had gone off.

 

[Lorian Arrlandi]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: Missions Parvus.
Tag: Verin || Cordé Sabo || Rowan Corde || Driver || Lyrrin || Mara Kellarov
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Lorian would go forward, as ordered. And after examination of the warehouse, he'd hear a high pitched screams, like in those Holonet Thrillers. He'd concentrate his enhanced vision in there, seeing several sources of heat, hearing lightsabers igniting and two presumed enemy individuals.
Lorian then would quickly inform the team, in a quiet manner.

<<Remember, no unnecessary assessments. But as you probably all saw or heard, we have two presumed enemies running at the back. Waiting the order to fire, Sir.>>

Lorian would then pause in his sentences, examine the two individuals. He'd then come to the conclusion that they were enemies, most likely to be dark-siders because of their red-glowing lightsabers. They're using a comlink and probably called their troops. After this conclusion, Lorian would again say,

<<Uh, guys, we got some Force-Users, they're probably dark-siders. In-fact, I'm pretty sure they're dark-siders. Anyways, I'll go quiet, give any necessary infos and be their surprise.>>

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"I am a Jedi." Cora corrected him proudly, straightening her shoulders puffing out her chest.

She neglected to mention that she was still a Padawan learner, but he'd probably pick up on that.

Cora cradled the damaged datapad in her arms, absently stepping to the side when he paced closer to the barabel. She winced as he rolled the unconscious brute over with the sole of his boot.

"Wh-wait, just what are you doing?" She cried when he started rifling through the lizard man's pockets. Fists clenched, she'd frozen in place with rigid surprise. Was he gathering evidence to be used against the gang? Or was he a simple thief?

At any rate, it appeared that this man was no ordinary citizen.

"And who are you, exactly?"

The rescue had turned into an interrogation.

Oceiros of Shor

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: Destroy the gang
Tag: Miri Nimdok / Alora Davani

"Let's go..." he said a bit more quietly as they both walked up to the door. As they were about to enter some red bolts shot out from inside to give a clear indication of what they had heard. Stepping in front, his jedi partner deflected fire away and urged him to move forward "Thanks!" he shouted before using the opportunity to move inside.

Within the building, there were many crates to use as cover, something that he was going to use to his advantage. When he was making ground against a group of gangsters their overwatch made herself known. Upon firing three of them burst into flames, leaving some of the others disoriented.

Silas jumped from behind his cover and quickly jolted towards two criminals, slashing his blade across their chests to leave them on the ground in a heap "Come on, we must move forwards!" he said to his partner, who was doing good in keeping them distracted. ​

 

[Alora Davani]

Miri Nimdok | Silas Westgard​

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Alora let out a gasp when a small group of gangsters... burst into flames.

Her head turned slightly, to see that Miri was the source of the fiery ammunition. Though, she did her best to keep a level head and not get overwhelmed. Reaching inward, she did her best to strengthen her resolve – and push on.

As Silas dashed from behind his cover and swiftly attacked, Alora moved forward. There were footsteps approaching hastily. And the sound of shouting gangsters. More men spilled into the room with guns drawn.

Alora's palm shot out, sending a telekinetic push strong enough to topple a stack of crates. It would slow them down and hopefully trip them up, giving her a chance to breath and collect herself before more red bolts came flying.

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