A wretched hive of scum and villainy - Republic Dominion of Terrijo

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground, Binor
Objective: 2
Allies: Republic Troops
Enemies: Raydu Council
[8/20]

The first of several battles to come was over. With the perimeter secured the Raydu loyalist forces would need to regroup and our artillery could hit their lines from this position. We still had a ways to go, but it was looking good for us so far. "Pull up those vehicles and secure a forward position in case of counter assault," The commander ordered as infantry and artillery moved forward. It wasn't going well for the Raydu Council, and a desperate counter offensive was right up their alley. "Yes sir," I called as I climbed back up the vehicle. "Alright boys, Saber up front, Swords in the back," Relaying the march order to the other vehicles. A captain climbed aboard Sword One, "Belay that. Swords up front." He said. "As ordered," came over the comms, a little disheartened. I had done alright through the first two or three skirmishes and the boys weren't looking forward to someone taking over for me without first knowing who he was.

It didn't take long to realize we wasn't a tank commander. He didn't seem to understand what was going on with the vehicles, and made a lot of assumptions about the Reliant's capabilities. Even still I was interested to see how he reacted under pressure. The vehicles were pushing through the wooded area with the rag tag group of rebel infantry following up our advance. I would have had the infantry ride on the hulls for this. That many added eyes in this terrain would be helpful, as would their guns if we ran into an ambush. But I wasn't really in command anymore. As the lead tank was preparing to exit the woods missile fire erupted on either side of it. "Papa Dragon on the comm, Sword one is hit. Alternate Left and Right sticks by tanks, advance five meters, open up secondary guns. Go, go, go!" I hurried to get everything out on the Comm, "Hatches down." was the final order, hoping everyone realized the importance of the order as they say the Captain hanging out of the vehicle, flames coming from within the tank.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Inside the cathedral ship
Objective: 2 Infiltrate the cathedral ship and take down high priority targets
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Archer"]
Enemies: Any and all Raydu Council
[4/20 Posts]


Server so minutes of high octane action passed as the soldiers cleared out each room of the overly large shit. Non of the soldiers seemed to even take a second glance at a potential enemy before they shot their red superheated plasma towards them. As far as Jaccer could tell, no soldiers had been lost yet. However it was an expansive ship and the men were spread out all through it, somebody was bound to get hurt soon; even if it was just a stumble.

“Lieutenant! We have a VIP over here!” Finally. Somebody the task force had been sent out to find. After finding the location the unit was in, Jaccer and his small team rapidly made their way towards the area, eventually finding it. The room was only illuminated by the torches mounted to the barrels of all the soldiers weapons, but a begging man could clearly be seen in the centre of the room. It looked as if he had given up hope and was praying for mercy. Unfortunately for him, Jaccer had none to show.

The blaster fire lit the room for a brief second as the round entered the beggar’s head. “Remember, no witnesses. We weren't here. This was all the rebel’s doing.” He said coldly as he left the room, the body sprawled out across the metal floor. It wasn't likely that this man, or any other killed in the battle would be allowed a proper burial. Instead they would be left their until the detonation of the ship that Jaccer had planned for.

Until they were sure all high priority targets were deceased, the task force would move throughout the ship and remove any Raydu Council members.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Bindor, ground
Objective: 2. Aid Binior revolutionaries attempting to overthrow the Raydu Council
Allies: None Yet
[3/20]



The barrage of artillery fire halted just as the words from Command flowed into her earpiece. She smiled and thanked the disembodied voice on the other side. Then she went back to work, earning that paycheck from the Republic Intelligent Agency. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Through the lens on her scope she watched the last enemy fall and now thier new path was clear. She took a quick assessment around their two objectives to ensure that the area was free of any enemy guards, while in the distance new blaster fire erupted into a cacophony of screams and cries of death. For one brief moment she thought about changing tactics to aid her allies but her programming kicked in, reminding her that she had her own orders to follow. War was a shoddy business but she understood that the lives of her allies would never be forgotten; their deaths would not be in vain.

She rose up from her laying position, spurring the three rebels to follow her lead, slowly moving through the back door of the enemy camp. She had to stifle a laugh at how unorganized the enemy was or the fact that they were overconfident in their abilities. She would vote for the latter as she noticed her two targets had only been closely guarded by the four guards she put down. The enemy, it seemed, had "put all their eggs in one basket" focusing only on a frontal assault by the Republic. Yep, overconfidence.

"Commence planting the charges," she ordered tossing the explosive filled satchel to the rebels after releasing the buckle on the strap. "Just as I showed you mates back at HQ."

While the rebels began planting the devices all along the base of the two shield generators, she kept a watch for enemy patrols. A small patrol they could handle but if a fully equipped battalion of enemy soldiers cropped up, they would be in some serious trouble. Lucky for them, the rebels managed to connect the explosives to the targets unmolested by the enemy. When the last charge was placed, all four of them moved in double-time back to the cover of the river bed; all four placing their backs against it. Cricket produced the detonator from a side pocket on her vest and thumbed the activation switch. A series of explosions rocked the area behind them followed by the sounds of crashing metal. Carefully she stole a glance over the edge of the river bank and saw both their targets now laid in ruin.

"Cricket to Command," she said into her communication earpiece, "Dog One and Two have been put to sleep. I repeat Dog One and Two have been put to sleep. Waiting for confirmation to proceed to secondary objectives."

 

[Aqulia Audax]

[Post count = 3/20]​

Aqulia followed the ships from a discrete distance. But instead of heading to the planet, they made their way to an asteroid belt on the far side of the planet. Her long-range sensors picked up on the fact that none of the bodies were big enough to house their fleet of ships – and instead must be the home of their secondary site.

She watched them disappear from site in between the asteroids and followed cautiously – in case one fighter was left behind to watch for anyone following them. She needn’t have bothered – they were too arrogant or sloppy for that – or perhaps both. As she weaved her way through the field, she was aware her sensors were playing up. Most likely a jamming device – so unless she could find the frequency to override it, she’d not be able to signal the command ship.

Finally she saw them disappear into a man-made cavity in one of the largest asteroids. The smart move would be to leave now – to call in the location and to wait for back-up. Except she didn’t have full intel and so decided to take a closer look. Was this a secondary base or did it just house half a dozen ships. In truth the Republic needed to know and she was determined to find out.

So she approached the asteroid from it’s blind side and landed on it. Donning a helmet that allowed her to breathe, she holstered a blaster and as she climbed out of the cockpit, she took her father’s katana and added that to her belt. Flicking a switch, she activated a false gravity field in her boots and quite literally walked the final half a kilometre to the entrance of the hangar.

Just a quick peak and she’d return. Honestly. Well…probably.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Arendal, over Gessbenna City
Objective: Eliminate the Bloodcrest Pirates and their corporate backers
Allies: [member="Dazuto"] | [member="Aqulia Audax"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Lugus Porkins"] | [member="Ric Ardellian"]
Enemies: [member="Veldar Tor'Vaas"]
[ 7 / 20 ]

"Shuttle lifting off from Landing Pad Eight," noted an officer.

"Does it have the right transponder?" asked Gir, turning his gaze from his command chair's console to crewman.

"It is GSPA 1."

Somewhat relieved to hear that, Gir turned his attention back to the unfolding situation inside the pirate's hangar. Since communications had been reestablished with the highly armed marines that had attempted to storm the place, he found himself engrossed the troops's visual feed from the inside of the hangar. He watched as one of the troops swung open a door that admitted some of the newly sent reinforcements into the landing pad area itself. Almost immediately, several of the newly arrived medics rushed off to start treating the injured, both pirate and Republic soldiers alike. Yet everywhere the marine's helmet looked, Gir could not see the body of [member="Veldar Tor'Vaas"]. Where could he have possibly gone? Maybe recalled to defend the president or to clean up some loose ends before they all try and disappear? Or maybe he died and dissipated away, if he was a being of pure energy...or he could have managed to sneak away or hide himself somewhere nearby-

He suddenly felt his feet vibrate and then a deafening thud echoed throughout the bridge. What the hell? He glanced at the visual feed, but it appeared that nothing had happened groundside yet. The blonde man swiveled his seat as Lieutenant Lod ran up to him.

"What the hell was that?" questioned Gir.

"That shuttle sir, the GSPA 1."

"What about it?"

"It was a bomb. It entered our hangar and then blew up."

Gir silently swore as he began to pull up the automated damage reports from the area. It was small recompense that the ship's hangar was mostly empty of ships and personnel. All of the starfighters were off fighting the Bloodcrest pirates, and most of the shuttles were dropping off Republic troops at chokepoints throughout the city. But doubtlessly there would be some dead and wounded, whether it be flight crews, mechanics, or the security personnel stationed in the hangar. His ship would probably need some repairs too, depending on the extent of the damage.

"Sir!" shouted a voice.

"What is it?"

"I've lost control of the port authority's computers. They've taken back control..."

Another voice interrupted her's, "I have three other starships launching now."

Of course, the bomb was a distraction...

"Shoot'em down!" snapped Gir.

A burst of red light flashed out of the ship's starboard side, ripping apart a tramp freighter just as it rose above its landing pad. The flaming wreckage collapsed right back on the pad it had just started to lift off from. More quad laser cannon fire from the Arendal smashed into another smaller ship, shredding its shields before striking its hull. Smoke billowed from the craft, but it managed to escape. The last ship, what appeared to be a modern orbital jumper, had launched just as GSPA 1 exploded, and managed to avoid any fire from the Republic warship because of its small size and the chaos of the bombing. Gir rapidly typed in commands into his console, noting that the orbital jumper was headed towards the ongoing furball with the Blazing Angels. It probably doesn't have a hyperdrive, meaning that a larger ship like the Marauder will have to carry its occupants to safety...If there's someone important onboard, I bet it will be swarmed with Cutters trying to protect it. He turned his attention to the other craft. Sensors from the orbiting fleet show that is headed towards Sulia, perhaps we damaged it too much to escape into space on its own? Perhaps it will try to take shelter at the shadow port, or put down nearby so its passengers can escape...I better notify [member="Orick T'ane"] about its departure...

"Comms, let everyone know about those escaped ships. I want them taken down, and if preferable, their passengers captured. If one of the Blazing Angels manages to take out that nimble jumper, I'll give them a round of drinks on me."

"Aye sir."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground, Binor
Objective: 2
Allies: Republic Forces, Rebels
Enemies: Raydu Council
[9/20]

Anti-tank rounds zipped out from the trees, pinging the forward most tanks as the vehicles poured fire back into the trees. Torrents of fire erupted in every direction. "Infantry, get up here and get in the fight," I said over the comm, but by the time they succeeded it would be over, one way or another. Either all of our vehicles would be out of commission or destroyed or all of the Raydu forces would be ashes. "Turret traverse left, Fire one at that trench," I ordered my gunner. He completed the order post haste, sending an anti-personnel round out seconds later, detonating the trench and felling several trees. "Got em, Papa Dragon" he called seeing debris and corpses flung into the air. The Reliants were taking a pounding, the kinetic pentrator missiles being fired at them slicing through with relative ease, burning up the crew within. Several missiles struck the Skocha's hard, but failed to penetrate through the vehicles.

"Quick, Saber Two, fire on that Cluster to the right," I called. They started to comply, but not before a penetrator missile struck out hitting the already damaged tile on Saber Two, searing straight through the vehicle, leaving a smoking trail coming from its orifices. "Saber Three responding," came the call, the final tank in the convoy destroying the cluster of troops. "Sword Five here, I think that's all of them." the foremost surviving tank said over comms. "Best to be sure, drop three rounds at fifty, sixty, and seventy meters." I said, waiting for the vehicles to comply. We had lost five tanks, one of them a Skocha. The crews were disheartened from the heavy losses. "Alright lets get out of these trees. Earthworks and fortifications are twenty clicks forward and we are supposed to rendevous with Arendal Command at ten clicks for the final push. We gotta leave em where they are, we just don't have time." I said, knowing it wouldn't sit well leaving the bodies of their comrades laying out, but time was of the essence and we needed to move on.

 

[Dazuto]

Location: Airspace over Gessbenna
Objective: 1 - Eliminate Bloodcrest Pirates
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] | @Aquila Audax | @Sresschka | [member="Lugus Porkins"] | @Ric Ardelian


His ship had just emerged through a cloud of smoke, but he was still on his tail. Dazuto weaved in and out to keep on the Cutter. The triggers felt felt like close friends. With a few shots, his enemy's craft was in flames and barreling towards the ground. Seven, he counted.

"Is uh, anyone else seeing this?" came a voice over panel.

"Confirm, confirm," came another, panicked. "The Arendal was hit with... something. Port side."

The combat in the skies seemed to fall into a lull. Pilots watched the Arendal open fire on another target, seemingly unperturbed, and the fighting continued.

In another moment, the order came down to intercept the jumper. "Free drinks" caught his attention. Dazuto pulled his ship around and searched in all direction for the jumper. The chaos of the fighting was dense, but he spotted the escort of fighters and throttled up in their direction. Gonna catch them from the side.

"Angels, this is Ocean," he called out. "Those drinks are mine." Another squeeze of the friendly trigger and bolts of red guided him in.

[5/20]

 

[Aqulia Audax]

[Post count = 4/20]​

As she approached the lip of the hangar she walked as softly as she could. Finally she reached the point where man had made such a large hole on the asteroid and she peeked inside.

It was a standard hangar, a few dozen fighters but no larger vessels. She could go back to her ship and call it in. Get a few torpedoes inside and all the damage would be done. But that took time and what if some of the ships left before the cavalry could arrive? What if they were spotted and the Republic took casualties?

She shook her head. All it needed was a few well placed charges and she could detonate them from a safe distance and boom…no more pirate base. It was so easy; it would be foolish not to do it. Wouldn’t it?

So she worked her way around the lip of the aperture until she was at ground level. Deactivating her boots, she jumped inside, behind a few conveniently placed crates. Which was handy. She checked in her bag. She had six charges. Three would be enough, four would be better. So she sat and primed them before looking up and deciding the best place to hide them.

“Hello,” she said as she saw the face of a young spotty faced pirate that had clearly needed something from one of the crates. For a split second, it was touch and go who was the more nervous and therefore who would be first to react. For Aqulia, it was one thing to fight in a ship – it was second nature – but here, at close-quarters?

She pulled her blaster and shot him point blank in the face. On the plus side, it would have cured his acne. On the down side, she’d shot someone she could touch at the same time. It wasn’t the same as being in her fighter. But the outcome was the same. She was a pilot and represented the Republic Military. She had a job to do and although compassion was good, taken too far it became a weakness. If he didn’t die, he’d have reported her. In a few minutes he’d have been blown to pieces anyway.

But it was different…

 

[Surge]

Location: Hangar Bay
Objective: Survive
Neutrals: [member="Gir Quee"]

Have you ever felt something...something that felt like nothing...but not just any nothing? A nothingness that was empty and eating you away from the inside.

He opened his eyes and groaned quietly. He listened to the shuffling of many feet, the murmurs of men, and then he heard something quite large snap, slide, and slam into the ground. He slowly got to his feet and tried to stumble his way out of there while they were distracted. But, of course, someone had seen him, a medic.

"Hey! Hold on!" yelled the medic. The medic was quite confused for he could not tell if this...dark blue strange man was friend or foe. "We need to make sure you're all right before we process you! This is a battlezone!"

Before the medic could react, #24601 quickly stumbled for the exit. He made his way to the door despite the cries of indignation from the medic. He slumped into the door and suddenly realized that it couldn't open since the power was out. The scene attracted the attention of one of the marksman marines that had been lit up by #24601's bolts. He twitchily made his way over to #24601, ignoring the protests of the medic working on him.

When he got there, he slammed #24601's head against the metal and kept him in a choke hold. Perhaps the electricity had an adverse effect on the composition of his bio electricity and was increasing the man's already considerable aggression? Whatever the reason...it still hurt. "Think you can just leave now, you piece of chit!?! I'm gonna' kark you to kingdom come and then let the boys back in the lab sift through your gloppy remains!!" The marine started punching and kneeing him in the stomach and face.

It hurt so much. #24601 could sense the small amount of energy, that was from his own making, inside of this man. He focused on it through the pain and yanked it from the man's mind. This gave the marine a moment of pause and slight pain as he confusedly took a step back as his mind tried to process all that had just happened. He felt juice back in his limbs and he used it to slap the control console and will the door to open. As it slid open, he quickly slipped through the opening and set off running at a harried pace.

"Hostile on the move!" was one of the many cries that he could make out as he set off running across a large plaza. On one side of the plaza was the pirate's enplacement. Behind him was the hesitant force of marines who had seen the pirates. They would likely wait for further orders before coming out, though. He dove in between some bushes for cover in between both forces.

He lay there on his back, trying to catch his breath. He felt a strong current of electricity somewhere nearby. He looked out between the branches and spotted a metal panel covering a small section of ground....


6/20

 

[Aqulia Audax]

[Post count = 5/20]​

The nature of her shot - point-blank - would have muffled the noise, plus this was a hangar after all and would therefore loud noises happened all of the time. But she did not rest on her laurels. She pulled the dead pirate around to her side of the boxes and checked him over. He had nothing of note - not even a simple comms device. She took this as a positive. Thy probably relied on word of mouth to raise an alarm or communicate.

Having done this she pushed him out of the hangar and downwards, his body floated slowly away - but out of eyesight.

Looking up, she re-confirmed where she wanted to place her charges and made her move. Moving as stealthily as she could she made her way between ships and managed to locate the perfect spot under the fuselage of one of the fighters. Satisfied it was not in anyone’s eyeline, she moved on - closer to the hangar exit and where she presumed most of the pirates would be. She hoped that no prize picking came into the immediate area and there was a reason to scramble, as she was way too vulnerable at present.

Turning around the nose of one of the ships, she held a charge in her hand and came face to face with a mechanic. He was quicker to react than the pirate. She lifted her blaster but had it knocked from her hand by a swing of the man’s wrench.

With no alternative, she pulled her katana and wondered how good this guy was at fencing - or moreover, if he had a blaster in his back pocket. The next few seconds would answer both questions.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Scouting the Sulia continent
Objective: Ride like the wind!
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"]
[4/20]

Ana had scouted many of times the floors of a jungle. It was never on a speeder bike like this before so that was pretty cool. She was glad that Orick had been able to borrow them. Hopefully she wouldn't crash them into something or get them blown up. That would be interesting to explain to someone later.

"Looking good," she winked at him as he came out in his new set of armor. It was almost like a Mandalorian's except her was more decked out which was to be expected. This was the armor that the woman had for over six years. One day she would need a new set but for now she was happy with this.

After the bikes were unclipped Ana got on to ride it out but waited for him before thinking of taking off. The coordinates to where she believed the shadowport was had been entered into her helmet so she could get them there.

Parking the bike as she hopped off for a quick moment to give Orick a quick passionate kiss. Ana didn't know what to expect out there. She wanted him to know what he meant to her. Stepping away with a smile to placed her helmet on her head before getting on her speeder and speeding off.

The Spaceport according to what she had was roughly 20 minutes away. Before they went speeding off there they would need to capture their prize. As she whizzed by the trees she kind of hopped that one would just a appear. That seemed like wishful thinking though. The couple may have to scout around a bit before heading to the destination.

Ana didn't mind, as for the moment she was quite happy zipping around the forest dodging trees and other wildlife as she went. It was quite beautiful out here.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Arendal, over Gessbenna City
Objective: Eliminate the Bloodcrest Pirates and their corporate backers
Allies: [member="Dazuto"] | [member="Aqulia Audax"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Lugus Porkins"] | [member="Ric Ardellian"]
Enemies: [member="Veldar Tor'Vaas"]

[ 8 / 20 ]

"That thing appeared again," reported the holo of the marine standing in front of him.

"The blue energy being?" questioned Gir, "We really need to come up with a name for him..."

"The same sir."

"Where is he now?"

"I...don't really know," said the armored man, "one of our medics ran to take a look at him since he was down on the ground, and then one of the guys who was fighting him before got in a little tussle with him, and then he escaped."

Gir blinked, "You said escaped...like he wasn't really interesting in fighting any more?"

"Well...I'm not sure if he was in a condition to fight or anything, but one of our guys also found something like a slave collar lying around, but obviously fried..."

"Are you suggesting he was being forced to fight?"

"I don't know sir, maybe...it's kind of hard to say right now."

Tell me about it. Is there anyone here who is what they seem to be? Well, I suppose the pirates are...The man quickly dismissed the thoughts from his head. He had to prioritize things right now with the ongoing battle.

"Keep an eye out for him, and I'll spread out the word that he's wanted for questioning. He might even have a clue about the corporate big wigs."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, if he had to be controlled by collar, that means that someone was making him to do something, right? An attractive proposition when you consider how powerful he seems to be. So it's likely that he's a rare powerful being that was enslaved and then brought here, or someone or something made him. In either case, that's not something just anybody can do. It would require a lot of credits and connections, not ones that I think the Bloodcrest pirates would have on their own..."

"I see sir. I'll have the men keep an eye out for him."

The trooper offered an abbreviated nod before the transmission cut out. He immediately began typing in various commands, pulling up the data about the ongoing operations. He was very thankful that most of the pirates were preoccupied dogfighting with the Republic pilots present, as it was allowing most of their transports to quickly ferry people back and forth between the Arendal and the structures below. With the ship's main hangar still something of a mess, but slowly being brought under control by the damage control teams, nearly all of those trips departed from the ship's airlocks. Something of a hassle given the precise flying needed to hook up with them in the atmosphere, but the transports were getting their job done. Much of the space port had fallen into the hands of the Republic marines, including the now deserted Port Authority control tower. They would likely soon have to go deeper underground into the main city to overrun the Gessbenna Corporation headquarters. He began to pull up all of the information on the city that he could find. Another operation to better plan out given our new predicaments...

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Scouting the Sulia continent
Objective: Ride like the wind!
Allies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
[5/20]

Orick locked down the ship and was ready to go hunting for the port, the kiss was a pleasant surprise. He smiled as she started up the other bike, having a partner in all of this made things a lot more fun. Having that partner be Ana made it almost perfect. He pulled his helmet on and locked the seal in place. It only took moments for the air inside of the helmet to cool off. The armor system had a small climate control system and it would make the steaming jungle much easier to handle. They had linked their com channels not long after they had started working together so when he tapped the com button with his chin he knew she would hear him.

" Alright, Ana. I know you have the coordinates already, lead us out. Watch out for surprises and don't bother with the Gurrcats. We don't know enough about them to want to mess with one of those things yet." He fired up the engine on his bike and he felt the ground fall away from him as the repulsors kicked in. He lightly tapped the throttle and he felt the bike jump forward a bit. He sighed slightly, we should have taken them out before hand to get some ride time on them.

He gave ana one final look and then he took off, he didn't have the advanced helmet computer that she did, so he was stuck just riding with his senses.

 

[Aqulia Audax]

[Post count = 6/20]​

She had no desire to see if his wrench would break a blade. So she simply parried his swings at her or simply avoided them. She allowed him a full few seconds of attempts to hit her before she believed she had his measure. His attacks consisted of two simple manoeuvres. A wild horizontal swing at chest height from his left side to his right and a diagonal swipe from his high right down to his low left.

And he alternated them.

So she simply waited until he’d ended up bent forward, the wrench just off the ground, his body-weight forward and to his left. A deft flick of her wrists and the cut to his wrist meant he dropped the weapon. His cry of pain could have been quieter – she just had to hope there were no other mechanics near-by.

As she stood, holding his left wrist with his right hand, she lunged forward, her blade piercing his heart. Sliding the katana back out of his body, through his ribs, she allowed him to crumple to the floor. She had no time to hide the body, she needed to work faster. So she wiped the blood off her blade and sheathed it before picking up her blaster and moving to the next spot she’d identified to place a charge. Surely there wouldn’t be a fight at every place she’d chosen to stop.

But then…you wouldn’t bet against it.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Sulia continent
Objective: Watch Out for that Tree!
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"]
[5/20]

She wasn't too worried about the Gurrcats. If they came across one of those creatures she was positive that she could handle it. Orick didn't know it but she had faced a dragon once and lived to tell the tale. Well, it was two dragons really but who was counting? What she was more worried about was what they would face at this port. She had no doubt smugglers, pirates, slavers, dealers, and hopefully Mandalorians. Ana knew very well how cruel the galaxy could be and she didn't put it past those in the shadowport to be overdramatic. They could handle themselves though and would just have to roll with the punches.

"Stay close and follow me, we should be there in no time. It may be a good plan to scout the area just to be on the safe side. I always like knowing what I'm dealing with." They were close, she could see the outline of something not green from within the trees. Once they went in there they had to make sure they had their game faces on. "I'm sure that security has spotted us already. We shouldn't make any movements that would tip them off. I want to talk to the clients of this fine establishment today not security." Ana could lie just fine be be convincing but she rather not go down that road if she didn't have to.

The bikes themselves where a lot of fun and she kind of wanted to just zip back and forth on them but they had a job to do. Hopefully that would be something they could do later together.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground, Binor
Objective: 2
Allies: Republic Forces, Rebels
Enemies: Raydu Council
[10/20]

We pulled around the destroyed vehicles, the Infantry that were assisting us walked to either side of the vehicle convoy, taking turns riding on top of the vehicles as we continued towards the forward command that had been set up. We had destroyed the perimeter encampment, defeated a force of Raydu sympathizers, and were slightly ahead of the main force. We would have been further ahead, but we were still trudging along, right where we should be. The Final push into the city was coming up sooner that the Republic Commander had anticipated, and sooner than he wanted. He would have preferred to thin the Raydu forces out some more to make the attack easier and with less loss of life, but tactics had changed, and now they were getting ready for the big one. We arrived at the command base where we were greeted by several officers, "pull the vehicle to point six, re-arm, restock, and repair then get some rest. Tomorrow morning is the start of the big one. Artillery starts bombing the feth out of them at 0500." It was nice to know the plan, sucked that we would be up before dawn whether we liked it or not.

We pulled forward as command. Point six was six hundred meters in front of the command center and our tents would be set up here. Apparently they were sending the tanks forward in waves, as at point seven, eight, and nine other units sat working steadily on repairs. All I could think of was how unlucky it would be to be the first tank in. They were going to get hit from all sides regardless of how thorough the artillery was. We got out, chipped away some of the broken tiles and replaced them, using epoxy. It wouldn't be as good as the originals, but it would be better than the broken ones for sure.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Sulia, lost in the jungles
Objective: Let Ana lead the way because I just get lost.
Allies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
[6/20]

He pushed his bike hard, following her as close as he felt comfortable. He didn't have the coordinates like she did and he didn't want to fall behind too far, lest he lose her in the jungles. He saw several animals in the jungles around the mas they moved. He could have sworn he saw a silhouette as he flew past a small break in the trees, and it only make him more sure that they were headed in the right direction.

His com crackled in his ear and he listened to her speak about the security and he frowned, she had a good point about their intentions being clear as they rode. If they looked like loose cannons, then they would react to them like loose cannons. He pushed the throttle forward a bit and brought his speeder up along side hers, as he did, he saw something mad made ahead. The continued forward for a few hundred more meters and the jungle around them just stopped.

The buildings were all small, and the jungle had been cut away to allow ships access to the small clearing. There was one central building that was pushed back, almost surrounded by trees and he could see that it stretched back a good distance. the closer they got the more he could make out. there were several landing pads built into the floor of the jungle, and he could faintly make out several tarps hanging from the trees above. "Looks like we found the place. It looks more like a jungle camp than a shadowport, I'd like to get a better look at the buildings themselves. This all seems rather quaint. See the building in the back, that's their storehouse, I'll bet credits to kath hounds that's where the big boss is going to be."

As they drifted into the perimeter of the camp proper, a small hover tank slid out from behind one of the small builds, it was accompanied by several hard looking men, all wielding blaster rifles and heavier weapons. Orick looked over at Ana as they slowed and came to a stop in the middle of the clearing. "Looks like we're going to meet the locals. It's your show boss, I'm just your helper."

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Inside the cathedral ship
Objective: 2 Infiltrate the cathedral ship and take down high priority targets
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Any and all Raydu Council
[5/20 Posts]

Various reports had come over the comm system that 3 more of the high priority Raydu Council members had been eliminated. The small, elite team was making quick progress. Jaccer didn't doubt that they'd out and finished in time to be extracted under the darkness of the night. He also doubted that anybody would even realise that the Republic had been anywhere near the cathedral ship as the team's inside were destroying all evidence of their presence at the location.

As the lieutenant and his small group filed into a unlit room, a hail of red plasma was unleashed upon them. It was an ambush. Without even thinking all the soldiers jumped behind any cover they could find. Only one slower soldier had been hit, his lifeless body now lay on the floor burnt and scarred. From what he could gather from his brief peaks over his cover, Jaccer saw that there were two mounted turrets and at least 5 soldiers. Most of the soldiers seemed to only have ancient slugthrowers, but one had a basic blaster. He seemed to be the gunman who fire upon the team as they entered. He was the bigger threat and would therefore have to be eliminated first.

Pulling the pin of a small cylindrical grenade, Jaccer threw it towards the enemy. A look of confusion covered their faces before a burst of light protruded from the ends of the device. These enemies were completely stunned and unaware of what was coming next. This must've been their first experience with a flashbang grenade and it would definitely be their last as well. With no need of a signal, the soldiers who surrounded Jaccer began unloaded their weapons into the disorientated enemies. Under the storm of plasma and projectiles, the opponents didn't last long.

Standing from his position, Jaccer began to continue his walk threw the room. “Lets move out!”

 

[Surge]

Location: Star port's plaza
Objective: Thrive

He crawled forward on his belly and reached out for the metal ground panel with the thumbhole. He hooked his thumb in their and, with slightly annoying pain, he got it to open. Below the panel were two thick wires that were covered in insulation. He clawed at the insulation until he could see enough live wire to grasp. He crawled forward a bit more, exposing his entire torso from the cover of the bush behind him. He took a deep breath, flexed his fingers, and then grabbed the wiring with both hands.

Flesh stinging. Harsh female voice in the background. "Final tests", they say. "We've done it", they say. "G.A.R.D did a mighty fine job" they say. Needles, knives, lights, and pain. They want to make sure I'm "legit". She wants to get her money's worth.

He let go, the energy surging through his body. He needs more. He wants more juice, but he was receiving strange visions along with it. He coughed up a glob of blue blood and grabbed the live wires once more.

He could see her face. She was the port administrator. He knew, because he had heard her be referred to as such. She was the key. She would know what he was and why he was...She had to.
Rolling plains and a beautiful sunset. The tall grass was thin, soft, and tickled his arms. His arms held her, a woman. Her eyes went wide. She screamed. Pain and darkness.

He was now at max charge. He knew what he had to do. He stood and looked up. Seeing the star port's command tower on the pirate's side of control, he walked purposefully forwards. A bottle of claing juice fell from a pirate's hand as he quickly grabbed for his gun at the sight of the glowing man with crackling eyes of hatred.


[member="Gir Quee"] (7/20)

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: In the jungles
Objective: Keep them out of trouble
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"]
[6/20]


"I reckon it will be a seeder place in that case. The boss probably thinks he's some big warlord and has an ego as big as the Ranger. The others are stupid enough to follow him around like puppy dogs. I wonder what else he is hiding within those buildings drugs, credits, or weapons even." She thought out loud as they came to a stop and were noticed by five thugs with big guns. They were clearly not Mandalorians so she would be unable to try to bond with them in that way. Ana would have to find something else.

"Stay close," she looked to him as she got off the bike to greet the locals. They were a team, Ana needed him here by her side if the thugs didn't buy her story. She at the same time didn't want the men knowing how close they were else that would be used against them. It was a slippery slop but Ana had no doubt that together they could manage it.

Even though her armor was pink, Ana was tough and she was not going to allow this group to intimidate her. She was going to speak with the boss no matter what it too. Walking with confidence she strode towards the men as they came closer to her guns up and aimed at them. "State your business." The middle one growled at her making it quite clear they didn't like visitors.

"We came to see the boss," she stated turning her head to the side to look to the man that spoke. Ana stood straight and confident seemingly unphased by the guns in her face. "He has a job for us and asked that we come meet him here." The five looked sideways at each other as if they were trying to think. "He never told us about no job. We work for the boss . We do the jobs."

"Well apparently he doesn't tell you everything. Now are you going to take us to him or not?" She questioned tapping her boot on the ground impatiently. "Wait right here." The end one stated as two of them left to go off somewhere and Ana would wait for the moment but she was so not waiting long.