Alliance Dominion of Naboo

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Lukrehulk
Location: Carbon Dusk cockpit
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Marcus Itera"], GADF ([member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"],[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Miles Varden"]), House Rade

Kalyn was waiting for a response from the GA when the people from the Kathol Outback showed up, she might as well work out something with these guys first.

"This is the Carbon Dusk, we just need to disable the droid control computer, all we need is escort inside. The boarding teams might be helpful with any droid soliders that may be onboard. We will handle the computer, and after we turn it off we, and the droid fighters should be out of your hair. After this you can do whatever you want with the ship." She broadcasted back to Shinning Starr.

Kalyn switched off her mic.

"R7, bring up that database on techno union computer systems, we might need it." She said to her droid.

Kalyn turned around in her chair.

"You ready back there, i would recommend you get on the guns, at least until we land, this might get bumpy!" She shouted back to Marcus in the back.

 

[Raachwaroo]

Objective: The Lucrehulk
Location: Circling it
Allies: The Underground, [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Eh, probably

Take the Lucrehulk he said, it'll be easy. Raachwaroo had assumed that from the information given to him he'd just be parking on a ship and making sure that no bounty hunters showed up. Of course not, that'd be too easy. This was [member="Bryce Bantam"] we were talking about here so why on earth would something be easy. Of course he said yes, BB was his friend. Sure he got a bounty on Biitu for his head and his ship impounded along with a bounty on his head from a hutt but hey at least he was heroing all over the hemisphere for a fifteen year old with hair pointier than a black-wings nose. Sure this was fine. A full scale battle that he had to fight against while mostly outnumbered. Here goes nothing, Rung played some inspirational music but Raachwaroo turned it off instantly and focused on the problem at hand.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNG BANNNNNNNNNNN" He cried out signalling the commandos to follow him in. He didn't have any schematics of the ship, they could be boarding the boiler room for all he knew. No matter him and the commandos were given a duty and now they charged. Flying around a few times he remembered his specific orders. Find the largest hangar, and after a few seconds of scanning he found two big ones. It was tempting to just charge the large sphereical piece but that wasn't his job. He and one of the squads took the left while the other two took the right hangar. Launching the boarding pods he left no time for flashy entrances, just a blitz worthy of taking out this ship.

 

[Aran Finn]

Objective 2
Last of the Gungans
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"]

Alen Na'Varro, Hegemon of Ascension, hated this. The swamps of Naboo had the stench of faeces and the consistency of cold soup ... a stark contrast to the crisp and clear air of his homeworld. The greying Master had been away from the Alliance for some time. The fall of the Techno Union had left a power vacuum back home, and he had felt that he was the only man, woman or child on Ascension who could fill it. If he sat at the head of the Council of Hegemons, the intrigue all but stopped. Being a renowned Force user, general and the only survivor of the ancient Varro genocide lent him an aura of invincibility on his homeworld. He kind of liked it.

"The terrain is fracked," he mentioned to Ryan Korr as they trod through the wet puddles underfoot. "No such thing as high ground in a gorram swamp."

He glanced back briefly, surveying the troops behind them. Spacing was good; they were patrolling their arcs, alert, tense ... their bodies reflected the heightened sense of alert in his mind. Yes, something is off.

His hand slid to the lightsaber on his right hip. Just in case.

 

[Liliane]

OBJECTIVE: The Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, Nobility of Naboo, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo
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Lilin smirked and patted Jacen on the shoulder. "My condolences," she said with a mocking tone, matching the man's clearly sarcastic sad face. She herself had started drinking less alcohol as well, so she was rather sure she would only drink that one little glass of champagne that night. But still, the thought of somebody not getting to drink because of their duty was a little bit sad. Of course, that is unless the man really didn't want to drink at all.

She moved a little bit, her rather huge dress gliding through the air with grace as she walked, to take a glass of the fizzy drink from a waiter.

It would have been a really cruel move to drink that in front of the man, so she wouldn't take a single sip of that for the duration of the conversation. But holding the glass was a symbol, at least to her, and made her seem more royal than she really was.

"So you're here for the New Jedi Order..." Lilin said. "Even on such a night, you have to work." Maybe she shouldn't have been having that much fun either. She was a Jedi Master, so it could have been a huge mistake to drink and have fun like that. But she guessed since she was also a Lady that night, it wasn't that much of a problem.

"That's admirable."

She nodded her head thoughtfully and stood silent for a moment before moving on. "So... umm, do you happen do have seen the Queen yet?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

[member="Kaili Talith"]

Allyson moved from her lookout point and stood near Kaili as she patted down the pirate queen. There was an odd familiarity with the woman and Allyson decided it was probably because Kaili and the woman looked so alike and not the fact that Allyson probably flirted her way to a drink from this particular pirate. Rubbing the back of her neck she nodded and looked down at the simple black dress that hugged her a bit too tightly. Shallow was there and possibly uptight, but Allyson didn’t own many dresses on account she couldn't afford them and she really never had a reason to attend a ball.

“You know I could have probably gotten tickets through the Alliance, but I'm alright with this.” Grinning, she slipped on the pair if black heels she had been holding in her hand. “You know, you two seem to be around the same size, switch clothes with her fancy pirate queen.” The woman wasn’t going to need it and by what Kaili had mentioned about this woman - she deserved to lose more than just the tickets. Especially, since Allyson and Kaili had been chasing this woman for some time now - she was a slippery woman and Ally wasn’t too fond of it.

“We should get going. The ball is probably already starting and such. We’re going to miss the food.”


Objective: Ball
Location: Alley few blocks down

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Ball
Objective: Eat cake and stare at [member="Ajira Cardei"] 's assets

Spencer had been spending more time than not on Naboo. It wasn’t completely her favorite planet, but there were places and people that she preferred to see over others. A drink in her hand and a smile on her face she remained quiet and pleasant. Ajira was doing what she did best and that was talk to people, possibly make sell points among other things. Spencer kept her distance and focused on just wandering and meeting the people that came. The Alliance was a good faction, they had their heads on straight and fought for the good.

Musing over this, she found her way to the sweets table and wiggled her fingers examining and trying to pick out the most perfect and moist cake she could find.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Objective 2: Last of the Gungans
Allies: Galactic Alliance Peacekeeper Forces - [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Nia Siroc"]
Enemies: Everyone else

Trix yanked her right boot free of slime streaked mud, then lurched forward to repeat the process with her left.

Around her GADF troopers were also battling with the terrain, the work of their mottled camouflaged armour come undone by the grunting, muffled curse words, and squelching that accompanied the progress of the soldiers through the swamp.

Several meters ahead Jedi Master Korr led the small force, flanked on all sides by other Jedi and GADF officers. They appeared as nervous as the rest of the group, clenched hands hovering close to saber hilts and rifles. The gentle chatter that usually accompanied the squad channel was gone, replaced by terse orders and whispered reports from the scouts.

Should have just suffered a dress Bastin.

Trix grimaced and shifted the heavy weight of her own rifle against her chest. She flicked her gaze from Korr back to her feet. A soldier had already twisted and broken his ankle after falling prey to the cracks and raised roots hidden beneath the thick mud. The swamp was also home to shifting black clumps that looked suspiciously like giant leeches.

Goddamn beautiful place.

The order to hold position sounded in the ear bud jammed in Trix’s ear. She froze in place with the others, grey eyes scanning the shadowed tree-line for any possible sign of life.

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

Location: Ball
Objective: Observe [member="Spencer Varanin"] in the process of making up her mind.

And who else was at another location at that very same table but the younger yet spitting image of the blonde perusing the cakes? She was thinking of doing the same thing, while Liam was distracted fetching drinks, but ulterior motives? Yeah. Let's be honest, here. She hadn't seen her mother since sometime long before that harrowing experience of being washed over by the distinct feeling of death while in the midst of enjoying herself. She didn't take time for anything involving the word 'enjoy' often enough - the last time, really, was probably that 'do at Alen's place... or was it the morning after? She scratched her mind over when exactly it was that getting beaten up had become fun, then shrugged with a faint roll of her shoulders, deciding to blame that one on the blond that she shared her ship and days with; days punctuated by a very big dog whom she worried for an awful lot, as of late.

"Let me know when you pick the right one?"

It had been even longer since she last shared cake, or even time with her mama. She cast a glance over her shoulder, seeing Liam held over by a chat with a pretty girl; she knew by now, after what was a steady creep on ten years, that he really was just being himself, being a good guy, and didn't mean much more by it. She smiled, secure in that thought, and turned back to the cakes.

"Or, you know, anything with strawberries," random suggestion, but she liked the thought of strawberries right then and there, "I haven't had a strawberry in..." she almost laughed, "...a while."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Katar"]

Romeo watched her carefully, observing her movements and the scars left upon her body. His old body, his original body, was riddled in them. "I know what its like." He gently placed his forehead onto hers. "You'll never have to fear abuse ever again. I promise." His voice became like a soft wind.

Finally in orbit as Romeo escorted the lovely young woman to a frieghter in the yacht where they were met by Romeo's Blood Knights draped in armor and capes. His royal guards. Four of them all together, bowed before the two. "Rise my Knights. Take us planetside." Eventually the freighter would take them to Theed.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Objective: Ball
Location: On the move.

“That ticket would have the Galactic Alliance written all over it.” Kaili muttered as she withdrew a homing beacon from the belt hidden underneath her jacket. “What do you think seems more clever, Allyson. A Galactic Alliance ticket or the ticket that belongs to the woman we are replacing?”

Kaili knelt down by her victimized victim maker and began dialing numbers atop of her device. One spin left, three to the right, another to the left and she was dialed in. Her thumb applied pressure to the top and a faint light began pulsing red. She placed it at the woman’s lower back and rose from the ground and just like that the Galactic Alliance would have one more annoying little dot phoning in on their frequencies, just enough to build a trace. Kaili would imagine the troopers would arrive within an hour, she hadn’t exactly picked this particular day without a good reason. Far more planning had gone into this than any other bust that Kaili had ever put her mind to.

Granted, it was also the first bust she had ever performed. Vigilantism was a wonderful thing when it worked. Which was, unfortunately, very rare.

“And no, I am not putting on her clothes. I like mine.” Kaili said as she brushed her hands against her casual-looking suit-yet-not-really-a-suit suit. “This woman is renowned for her stupidity, you know. I’m talking if they made a movie about her it would be one of those heartwarming ones about succeeding against all odds.” With the last few check ups on the unconscious woman, the two Vigilantes left the alley and began to make way towards the party. “It all comes to an end today though.”

“So, what do you remember about our cover story? I’m her, Lord Novastar, and you are… ?”

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Cecily Demici]

OBJECTIVE: The Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room
ALLIES: Queen of Naboo, Noble Families of Naboo, [member="Solan Charr"]
Post 2

Cecily was nodding courteously to the faces she saw as she searched for Solan (briefly though it may have been.) She was able to catch the eye of [member="Jamie Pyne"], whom she had already had the great pleasure of being acquainted with. She also noted the presence of the radiant [member="Ajira Cardei"] who was well known to her family and [member="Graxin Rade"], who she had heard about from gossipy cousins. It wasn't she finally realized Solan was standing very near her that she smiled, feeling a slight flush in her face at his comments.

"You Majesty," she was jesting, in part, as she curtsied before him and put her delicate hand in his. The last time they'd met, he had not been a King... and she had not been a refugee. Still, his was the first name that came to her mind when her Aunt had announced they would be attending the Ball.

"You look dashing as ever," she beamed, "I am so glad you were able to make it! Not too bogged down with your royal duties, I trust?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

“Oh don't feel sorry for me,” Jacen replied with a smirk. “I still get time for myself. It's just that my evenings don't tend to extend to parties hosted by royalty. I'm going to assume that the Queen is the one with the ridiculous headrests that makes her look like a tree. Can't see her at the moment, but you won't bloody miss her when she's nearby that's for sure!”

Jacen took a glass of juice from a passing waiter. He peered at it curiously. “I assume the pips are in the glass to highlight how fresh it is,” he murmured to himself. As he walked he kept his distance from Lilin's dress, a little worried about treading on it.

“I'm afraid I'm a little low brow for this. So don't be afraid to let me know what you want me to take my leave. I think the group of immaculately dressed young men in the corner are busy trying to figure out if I'm your father and whether or not it's safe to approach.”

Jacen glanced away, as if someone had called his name. He hadn't, of course, but the Force was drawing his attention to something. He just didn't realise yet he was being watched and discussed.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

OBJECTIVE: Lucrehulk, Salvage or destroy "neutralize the threat"
LOCATION: Aboard the [SIZE=9.9px]The Shining Starr[/SIZE] in route to Lucrehulk
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance,( [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="[/COLOR][COLOR=#a9a9a9]kurvayami bloodborn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="[/COLOR][COLOR=#a9a9a9]Raachwaroo"] [member="[/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(169,169,169)]Ria Misrani"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Kalyn Tal'verda"] )
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo
Party

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(1) squadron

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Incom E-25
(3) Boarding craft filled with TKO Commandos
(1) Incom RebelX piloted by [member="Raachwaroo"]
(1) The Shining Starr piloted by me

"This is the Carbon Dusk, we just need to disable the droid control computer, all we need is escort inside. The boarding teams might be helpful with any droid soldiers that may be on board. We will handle the computer, and after we turn it off we, and the droid fighters should be out of your hair. After this you can do whatever you want with the ship."

It was a relief at least on the surface to hear that it looked like the crew of the Carbon Dusk would be allies in this fight. Still on course the shields of the Starr were beginning to take a beating at the hands of the flack assault from the Lucrehulk. Deciding there was little time to lose he issued the final attack orders.

"Ok Raachwaroo new plan, take Demon Squadron and fiends one and two to forward hanger away from the bridge, land and make a big stink. Draw as many of those remain droids as you can but don't over stay your welcome. If things get to hot fall back. Fiend three you're with me, we will escort the Carbon Dusk in and provide support. BB out..."

As the Starr continued to follow the the flack and secondary fire was intensifying. If this kept up the boarding operation could be in jeopardy. Taking to the comms once again he signaled to Rogue Squadron.

"Rogue Squadron, I know you guys got your hands full with these fighters but the boarding teams are taking heavy fire from the central small ship batteries, anyone free who could take a few of them out?"

 

[Liliane]

OBJECTIVE: The Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, Nobility of Naboo, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo
[member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Graxin Rade"]
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Lilin hadn't actually ever thought about how old Jacen was. Now that she was thinking about that, she imagined somebody would truly think they were father and daughter. And even though that was not how it really was, it was still a funny thought.

"I don't mind at all. That you're here. You can stay with me as long as you want to," she said as she tried her best to control her coppery-toned dress. Standing with it was one thing, but moving was a whole lot more difficult than she had imagined it would be in such a crowd. She was sure by the end of the night she would be tired of that, but-...

Lilin was no mentalist, but even she could feel the disturbance of the man next to her. Something really seemed to bother him, but she couldn't understand what it was.

"What's the matter?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice down while trying to seem completely careless at the same time so that nobody would start to suspect anything. But she could feel the disturbance the man was feeling slowly made it to her as well, making her a little bit nauseous. "Somebody's following you?" she guessed.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Objective 2 - Gungans need love too.
[member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Nia Siroc"]

This mission was really off to a splendid start. Not but an hour in and Avalore had already treated one soldier for a broken ankle and not for any shots fired or enemies encountered, but for a momentary blunder through the muck. The Chief Healer did her best to maintain her patience and keep her mind on the overall goal: help the Gungans.

Despite the location and the encompassing air of potential lurking threats, she felt safe. Ryan was here, a man Avalore had a deep innate trust for her welfare in, as well as the young Padawan Trix who was developing perhaps not the best reputation as a Jedi but one she felt would serve its purpose should local rebels against the Gungan initiative crop up. Na'Varro was a new face but a curiously familiar name. She knew she'd read about him somewhere, Avalore just couldn't remember where.

Subsequently the Healer was staring at the back of the man's head and being a little less vigilant than the rest of her militarily-trained Jedi brethren. The lack of attunement to sensing disturbances within the Force was a large factor in the woman's ability to remain calm where, seemingly, the others were on edge. She paused atop a thick tangle of roots, hand against the adjoining tree trunk, and passed a curious gaze about the area.

In times like these she was want to whisper a query to Ryan, but enough missions out with these types had trained her to remain quiet. It was the least she could do as one of the few traveling in the pack incapable of defending herself aside from a well-used Force Bubble.

Off to the east some rustling, a wayward call. Through the swampy mists a very lost looking kaadu appeared, limping on an injured leg and its saddle empty of a rider.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 4 (doing my own thing)
Location: Lianorm Swamp
Post: 3

He snapped his fingers at the kid, pressing his other hand against his forward thigh. "Mind your weight. Test the waters before you step forward. Or better yet, find a stick."

"How? I'm already carrying the bow!"

Gabe squinted his eyes before taking his steps back, aware that it was as solid footing as he needed. Yanking the bow from the kids hand, he stretched out the line and sandwiched the boy between the bowline and the limbs of the bow, now resting against his back and quiver. Kneeling down, he moved some moss about until he found a long removed branch from what appeared to be some form of hornbeam. Lifting it up, he knocked some detritus free from it and handed it to the kid. "Stop looking for reasons for why you can't."

"But it's all wet..."
"Yep. Get used to it."

Turning, he began tracing his steps again as he reached into the side compartment of his satchel. "Looks like ironwood, you can tell by the striated bark. Pretty tough wood, good walking stick material."

Pulling out a flat stone of slate and a metal pin, he scratched the surface slowly. An annoying squeak escaped the surface as he repeated it. Between scratching, he heard the soft footsteps of the boy behind him. Slow and steady was winning the race, it seemed.

"Keep your eyes open towards the tree line..." He pointed out to a nesting of spruce, crows nesting at the top indicative of deeper waters.
"I'm busy watching my footsteps."
"Don't. Watch the tree line." He looked over his shoulder. "Feel your footsteps. Feel the give of the moss. Trust yourself and your instincts." He turned back and started walking, crossing a log. "After all, your body doesn't want to get wet. Not in this morning cold. Learn to listen to it."

 

[Aithne Charr]

OBJECTIVE: The Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room
ALLIES: Queen of Naboo, Noble Families of Naboo
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He raised a brow as the formal greeting was used and suddenly found himself remembering why he had skipped the last ball he himself had hosted. He dearly hated formal things like that and wished there was a way he could rule without everyone dotting over things like that. "Never too bogged down for a good time. Though i must say you are far more free than me lately." He had heard of what had happened at Onderon and he was more than saddened by the developments of the recent times. It had grown desperate when it came to how the galaxy looked, the sith on their rampage, the sounds of less than favorable groups forming.

But he had to push those thoughts out of his mind for now. Tonight was not to be focused on the worries of the outer galaxy, but to worry about how he placed his feet on the floor. "So, what do i owe the pleasure of being invited to this event? I can't have been the first choice on yours." He would keep his arm out and walk a bit away from the stairs with the former senator, keeping his eyes on her and head turned towards her.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Lucrehulk Objective

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Raachwaroo"] [member="Kalyn Tal'verda"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Miles Varden"]

Making calls on strategy was way over Asmus' pay grade. What had been a slow and tentative attempt to draw away droid fighters and eliminate them on batches had become a frenetic rush towards the beast itself. Hundreds and hundreds of fighters swarmed the ship.

Asmus was increasingly relying on his wing mates and the ship's computer to process the information and present him with targets. He only had so much brain space and Thunderstruck was a particularly manual ship to fly.

Three swarm fighters converged on the Starr, but a bright green streak of repeater laser fire cut across their path. The first fighter erupted in a bright flash. The other two avoided the danger, but pulled away.

Asmus streaked past. "We have B-Wings engaging the ship's defensive emplacements. Note it's getting too hot here, once you've deployed we're pulling back to the safety of our escort cruisers and resuming engaging the droid fighters in small batches. If you need to abort the mission we'll need to hear about it early to cut back in."

Anither pair of fighters approached, but Asmus reversed thrust on the port engines. The fighter turned ninety degrees and cut thrust in a quarter of a second, maintaining its original velocity. He squeezed the trigger and the repeater cannon in the nose made short order of the unshielded fighters.

 

[Ria Misrani]

OBJECTIVE: Lucrehulk, Salvage Mission.
LOCATION: Aboard the Shining Starm En Route to Lucrehulk, or "The Hulkin' Thing."
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, Team Outback ( [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Raachwaroo"], [member="Marcus Itera"], [member="Asmus Janes"])
ENEMIES: Naboo-poos, and things that shoot me.


The ship was starting to rock for Ria in the back, as she continued to tinker with her less-than workable probe droid. "SUCCESS!" She shouts as she beams at the droid, who looked more or less put together - and then crumbled within a second. Narrowing her gaze. "Nope, okay - fine. I'll just find some mechanic, or something." She had come to the conclusion that perhaps she was not mechanically gifted. Sighing to herself, she begins to put EM-4 back into his trunk when flak from the Hulkin' Thing veer into the ship's shields.

BA-BOM, BA-BOM, KARRR-PHEWW

The young slicer gets tossed around, smashing face first against a part of the trunk. "Son of a hutt... That's gonna -" More flak, equated to more tossing.

BRA-PHOM, PHOM-BUM

Karkin Blue! She thinks to herself lurching up out of her hidey hole, hands braced against the frames of the cutter as the ship's shields continued to take a beating. Ria was pretty sure that this whole idea was just gonna get her killed, the Kathol Outback managed to learn about this ship and sent a slicer out - well she was already on the Shining Star, so it was perfect. The blonde managed her way up to the front, taking a seat at the comms station next to [member="Bryce Bantam"]. She looked at the read outs, and over out of the view port. "When you told me this was going to be a rocky ride, did you mean a rocky ride right on into the blue abyss?" She asks him before the cutter takes another pounding. Hands against the console she steadies herself. "Yeah, you know, we can't keep taking those hits and expect to live, right?"

 

[Raachwaroo]

Objective: Pang bans, nake moise.
Location: Left hangar
Allies: The Underground, [member="Ria Misrani"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: Protective droids, janitors

New objective? Awesome, they just get to go to one instead of two. That's not so bad, so after adjusting he took the crew and attacked the larger left hangar. As he aimed his missiles at the hangar door and realized that he would have to stay in his ship unless he could find a respirator or something because Wookies had powerful throats but not universal lungs. Even Ithorians didn't get that kind of shtick, so he guessed he'd do what he did on Demonsgate, 'improvise'. Firing out the two of six he had the smaller warheads spiraled together before crashing into the hangar doors causing quite a ruckus as the vacuum of space just opened up but of course the ship had things to allow the vacuum to be less deadly and it soon stabilized allowing his commandos to bolt in through most of the hangar, one even breaking through the door leading to the rest of the ship where they quickly set up shop. He didn't know their names so he called him C3, C3 set up two automated sentries and had his troops ready for more to reinforce the dock. C2 and C1 began fighting through the droids with extreme prejudice, some hailfires got into position but it was just a dock so there were only a few on standby and they were quickly taken out by the other five guns on Raachwaroo's ship. Things were going well, so well in fact that the house was cleaned up so quickly that the only sound that was able to be heard before space took all sound away was the alarms.

"Grrawwwhhh!" Raachwaroo cheered as his men began setting up even more loud bangs. Rung satisfied with the success cheered a mellow,

"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude..!"