Dominion An Act of Preservation | First Order Dominion of Baralou

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When the First Order fell, Baralou was one of the many to be hit hard by the Ssi-Ruu. They’ve largely been able to push the Scalebacks off-world but are currently struggling to unify themselves. Largely in part due to a radical group, known as “Los Fenix”. They’re headed by a man named Diaz, Diaz by all accounts has been and continues to be a Dictator.​

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Much of what the First Order had created has fallen into disarray. We’ve been contacted by a woman from Baralou who lives in the town of Herrera. Herrera when the First Order had it, had been our central distribution hub. She only gave her name as Arias, and has mentioned that she and the local militia are holding the Starport for us.​

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They believe Diaz and his Los Fenix have fled to the nearby pyramids in Tlahuica southwest of Herrera. That’s where we’ll be dispatching our Stormtroopers and Special Forces units. We’re told that Diaz, realizing that the towns are uniting against him, is holding out there, threatening to bomb the entire area. ​

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Beyond the Pyramid and the town of Herrera. We’ve got Arizmendi, it’s Northeast of Herrerra, and it could use the help of our medical teams, and engineers. It’s out of power and their hospitals’ back-up generators are offline. There’s no word if any Los Fenix cells will head there, but they’ve asked for both medical and security support here. ​

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Then there’s the capital of Nahutal. To say Diaz left it in a poor state would be an understatement. Anyone who is available and can assist in rebuilding the capital would be much appreciated. ​

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O B J E C T I V E 1

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Stormtroopers and Spec Ops: As far as Diaz knows we’re not here yet. Arias's agents have spotted him held up within the pyramids. He’s got at least five men with him personally and another seven on-site. Bombs have been spotted. You’ll be deployed as our counter-terrorism strike team. Stormtroopers you will surround the pyramids and push in, while Spec Ops works their way through the site. ​

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O B J E C T I V E 2​

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Army and Starfighters: While the Stormtroopers and Spec Ops push their way through the pyramids. We’ve still got a lot of the Fenix here in Herrera. The army will be deployed from the Starport as well as outside the town just to the east. Starfighters keep your eyes open, Arias states that Diaz does have several squadrons at his disposal. Intercept them, make sure they do not spot our teams at the pyramids. ​

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O B J E C T I V E 3​

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Medical Teams and Engineers: You’ll be set down in Arizmendi itself. We’re setting aside an army platoon to ensure the town’s safety. Your goal is to get these hospitals back up and running and resolve the issue with the power generators. If at all possible, secondary objectives are to establish a forward outpost here. ​

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O B J E C T I V E 4​

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Baralou's capital of Nahutal needs help, provide whatever assistance the town needs. Keep alert, members of Los Fenix are in the city and may attempt to prevent the First Order from lending aid here. Not too far from Nahutal was the antiquated Aqualis Base, see if you can't salvage anything from it or take up the call from the First Order to start work on transforming it into Aquila Base. There's also for you historical types an underwater temple; Magl'lkkan. [BYOO]​

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DG-4582 | Ryker Atreides | Vakim Duval | Matma Bernu | Isobel Nakano
Omari Ngao | Lucius Vinticus | Kim Dae-Hyun | Wulf Keitel | Bellam Malhan
Phoenix Edorath | Farron Vinheim | Gunther Creed | Fevris Derzelas | Hazel Zanteres
3X744 | Aurelian Dash | The Major | Drexel Quinn | Kurayami Bloodborn | Gunnar Madine
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[Aurelian Dash]

Objective: BYOO
Theme: Henchmen//women Hijinx
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Uncharacteristic of the usually clean but rough around the edges field agent, there were nothing but rough edges this time. His hair was cropped short, several days of untrimmed scruff scratched at his neck, and his clothes were a hodgepodge of surplus Imperial Army gear and what appeared to be a near ancient blast vest. Around his waist a weathered gun belt, a worn and scarred blaster resting precariously within. Adjusting the tightly wound bandana at his brow Aurelian growled in a deeper tone than usual. "You'd think that mercenaries would at least have a little bit better food than dated battlefield rations. With a disgusted sigh he dug the small plastic spoon into the slop that was supposed to be... what did the package say? Reaching over to the discarded package he read it aloud. "Number 22. Atrisian Style Beef Strips With Vegetable. My ass."

"What'd you lot get?" he peered over two where two other mercenaries sat about five feet away. Women. One a veritable giant - okay, she wasn't exactly a giant but she was definitely above average in the height department. No surprise that she managed to get in with this group. Of course, Aurelian already knew well enough that the taller of the two was none other than The Major. She cut an imposing figure as it was but with the added aesthetic of a merc belonging to Diaz's crew... She wasn't a woman Aurelian would have wanted to be on the opposite side of the field from. The other woman, almost laughably short sitting next to The Major though no less fitting by aesthetic alone, none other than Lotus. Agent Isobel Nakano. The trio had worked together before several times and what was the way he'd put it during their briefing? No sense in breaking up a winning team eh? Aurelian grunted again, dissatisfied.

"I got Wasaka Berry Drink Powder again... anyone care to trade?"

The Major | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Matma Bernu]

Dropship Tyderium
Above Baralou

Matma stared at the holographic display, going over it. "So let me make sure I'm understanding", he said, eyes glued to the pyramid. "We've got the intel that Diaz and Los Fenix are holed up here", he began, stifling a yawn. He hadn't gotten too much sleep after the battle on Skye. "And you have FOSB and troopers going in...what do you need me for?"

"Holding the line sir", said the officer overseeing the briefing. "We don't think they'll anticipate an Imperial Knight, so we'll need you on the perimeter, ASAPedly." Matma stifled another yawn, then smiled apologetically. As much as acting as a guard for the Moffs was...quiet sometimes, he missed quiet, versus being deployed the front constantly. However, he also didn't want to be a Novice forever. "Right. Well, let me know when we reach the target."

With that, Matma went to take a small nap- Force knows when's the next time he'd get an opportunity.

Vakim Duval Resurgent Narrative

 

[Raava Starwind]

Objective: Find and defeat members of Los Fenix, help the denizens of Nahutul, and limit the property damage.

Resurgent Narrative

Nahutal
Nahutal's Secure Centre For Incurably Criminal Women

The Warden sighed, running his hand through his graying, buzzed hair.

Sixty days until retirement. Sixty days.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at two, sheepish prison guards, then walked over to view the maximum security, solitary cell- and the bane of his existence for roughly the past four hours. In it was a short, dark-skinned woman, hanging upside down in a straitjacket. Her mouth was taped shut, face obscured by her braids. "So tell me", the Warden began, before sighing deeply. "Tell me who this woman is, and why she been running amok in my jail?"

The guards exchanged terrified looks, before the younger, more junior one began speaking haltingly. "She was brought to was from a bar brawl uptown. Apparently was- get this- actively looking for Los Fenix. Some Weeqay told her to shut her mouth or he'd shut it for her, and she blew her lid. Put him, and five of his buddies in traction. Local constables were called in and she brought out this"- he held up a silver hilt- "and they kept their distance until we could get a squad of stormtroopers to come. One stun bolt and down she went."

The Warden was half listening to the man speaking- the woman, who had been loud and contentious during her stay at the Centre, had gone quiet. Eerily quiet. He eyed her with concern, before directing his attention to the guard. "I'm half-inclined to let her lose on those bastards- between our boys and FO, they deserve to this little headache. Now, could you explain why you have her hanging like a mynock?"

The guard, who was distracted by the still women as well, started. "Yessir. Well, about an hour after being processed, she said...something to one of the gangs on the yard- we think they're sympathetic to Diaz. At any rate, we have eyewitnesses swear they saw one of them stick her from behind- contraband weapon. Then she gets up, yanks it out of her back, waves her hands, and sends a whole lot of them flying. And that's when the riot started. Had her sedated ever since."

The Warden was gaping at the chastened guard- and not paying attention to the woman coming to, and her straitjacket being unfastened by invisible hands. "Who is she?! AND WHY DON'T YOU HAVE HER IN A MORE SECURE CELL?!", he yelled, waving his hands animatedly.

"No prints on records, nothing- it's like she never existed. But the constables got a name from one of the witnesses from the bar. Called herself Ra-"

And then several things happened. First, straitjacket fell off. Second, the woman had apparently undid length of rope suspending her, as she nimbly flipped onto the ground. Then, with a 'pop' of displaced air, she...vanished. Finally, she reappeared in front of the Warden and the guards. The younger guard reached for a stun baton- and then froze at the woman's disbelieving stare, before letting his hand drop to his sides. The other one simply opted to eye her warily. The Warden...was speechless.

"That's mine", she said simply, before the lightsaber was yanked out of the hands of the guard. "This is boring. Y'all are weak. I'm getting my clothes. Bye", she cheerily, waving at the gobsmacked men before popping away.

The Warden stared at the spot the woman had been. "Maybe I'll get to retire sooner", he finally said.

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Nahutal, an hour later

Raava Starwind finished putting on clothes, and had returned to the city proper. "Maybe if I can find where the First Order's at, then somebody can point me to Los Fenix." She looked around, taking in the state of Nahutal. "And maybe help anyone I can. Force knows it seems like they need it."

Her direction clear, Raava started looking for where the FO had set up shop to aid the denizens of Nahutal.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Objective: BYOO

Isobel, too, looked different for the op. Her pale skin had been dyed red, and her hair was blue. She looked like a Zeltron and had the credentials to match. She had created the identity with the assistance of some high-level underworld connections with the skill to make it authentic, back when she had been burned by Delilah Graham. The story was long and sordid, as were the details of just how Agent Lotus was welcomed back to the family, and not relevant to the mission, but suffice it to say that the credentials had been reliable enough that when she had come knocking on Diaz's door, the organization had taken her in.

She wore a mishmash of fatigues and mismatched armor, like the others, looking every bit the part of a mercenary outfit. Right now, their mission was the most difficult: waiting. Isobel liked to relax as much as the next girl -- probably not quite as much as a Zeltron -- but the tension of waiting for an operation to start was starting to grate on her. Still, she needed to eat, so she had prepared her old ration per the instructions and sat next to The Major to eat it.

"I got, uh, Poultry Flavored Textured Protein in Gravy, With Mixed Vegetables. Allegedly." She leaned over the plate and sniffed it, then pulled a face. "And to drink, er, Melonlicious With Electrolytes. I'll trade that," she said, then tossed the packet like a frisbee to Aurelian Dash, then held out her hands to catch the one he had.

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

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When they said that they were going to be helping the town of Arizmendi, no one said that they would be sitting in the back of a rickety truck going down one dirt road after another. The canopy of the vehicle was heavy enough to keep the branches from the trees from poking through. Balance help them all it was bloody hot here, the humidity was wild and Elisea hated it. She was far too used to the comforts of Avalonia then there was a dip as in the road seemed to have evacuated from beneath the truck and the landing was more than what Elisea had asked for.​

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She was going to ask if they were there yet when someone from the front of the truck called back that they were at least another fifteen minutes out. The Ssi-Ruu and First Order had fought enough in the area that the hover-tracks had been dislodged forcing them to use more antiquated technology. "Fifteen minutes, bloody balance..." she cursed and sat back into the bench and looked over at her companions, and her fiance along with her boss. Elisea checked herself over and took out the cantina and drank a bit of water. Her stomach lurched, it tasted like hot plastic that had been left to bake in the sun for ages. When in reality it'd only been at least thirty minutes.​

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The sound of a tank was a little alarming, but she was told they would have escorts from the army. "Engineers are going to be heading straight to the generators, we'll need to set up a landing pad so we can get more supplies down here. We've been cleared to call for the Starfighter Corps if we feel it'll be necessary to get the transports here safely."​

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"I advocate for air conditioning and clean water, not necessarily in that order..."​

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Nylea Apollodor | Hazel Zanteres | Fevris Derzelas ​

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

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"Listen up, everyone," said DK as he mounted the ladder to his starfighter. He stopped halfway up and turned to face his team, then whistled with his fingers to get everyone's attention. "Settle down, people, I've got our briefing." They didn't have the briefing room today; another squadron was lucky enough to have the stale coffee this time around. "Our task this time out is to patrol the system and intercept any Diaz forces before they can detect our ground forces and report back. We are authorized to use lethal force against any unidentified vessel in the system. Any questions?"

He let the words hang in the air for a moment before nodding curtly. "Then get to your ships. We launch in five."

Four minutes and forty-five seconds later, Dae-Hyun tucked his preflight checklist away and opened a channel to his team. "Check in and confirm green. Black Leader, board is green." As the rest of the team checked in, he entered a request for launch clearance from the hangar. A moment later, a message from his astromech streamed across his screen:

::BB-10K8: Launch clearance received. ATC channel 7.04.::

 

[The Major]

Objective: BYOO

These pants were itchy. Some kind of chemical had been applied to the fabric to delouse from whatever decrepit warehouse. -probably surplus.

Much like these rations.

"Vegetable omelet. . ." Read the Major aloud, carefully opening the ready to eat pouch. Something, some preternatural sense of self preservation, must have alerted her to proceed with caution.

She sniffed at the contents.

Her face erupted in disgust. "Smells like vomit!" She then shook her head, refuting so emphatically one would think she was arguing with a highest power in the universe. "No. Preposterous."

Her gaze caught her companions and she tilted the packet over in their direction. daring them to look at the contents.

Aurelian Dash | Isobel Nakano ​

 

[Audrey Saint George]

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This was perhaps the second most ridiculous think that Dr. Saint George had done in service to the First Order.

The first, undoubtedly and unlikely to ever be challenged for this dubious crown, was hurtling through Metrobig City in what could only be described as a party bus, the trimmings of which (including a stripper pole and a bar) made it likely that its primary use was for tacky bachelorette parties. The First Order's Historical Reclamation Division had comandeered the vehicle for official business to get the doctor and her retinue as well as some number of armed First Order stormtroopers to the Hall of Bigtime Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness -- itself one of the most ridiculous things she had encountered in her service to the First Order.

The operation had failed. They had failed to take the statue of Mace Windu and the First Order had been repelled from the planet.

But now, as Audrey examined herself in the mirror of the dressing room, this was a clear second for the title. She wore a tight-fitting wetsuit with her hair tucked into it, and goggles. Only her mouth showed, which would soon be covered by the rebreather device that would allow her to breathe below the water where she would soon be. Speaking of, her wristlink vibrated with a message that the descent mechanism was ready. Audrey took a breath, then padded off towards the deck.

In her flippers.

The things I do for the First Order.

 

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Niance perched atop her TIE Fighter as she looked over at Kim Dae-Hyun as he gave the briefing about their next assignment. This time it would be over Baralou, he informed them that their task would be to intercept enemy forces before they could detect their beloved bucketheads. The briefing was to the point and simple, just the way Niance liked them. She rose to her feet and began to climb into her TIE Fighter. She looked at her dashboard for a moment and admired it, it was clean without a trace of personality. Niance sighed, she'd have to find something to decorate her dash with. ​

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Punctual as usual, DK checked in. Niance ran her checklist and took another look at her instruments panel. "This is Black-Three, checking in, confirm green." ​

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The whir of the astromech behind her brought a smile to the spacer's face. "Relax Bee-Bee, this is patrol and intercept at best." Child's play in her mind but she'd take it as seriously as she did the rest of her work. "Launch clearance received. Ready when you are Bee-Bee."​

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Tanileu and a small team of four were to infiltrate the pyramids but as it happened, they were still en route. She sat atop one of the hover vehicles and she checked out her gear while waiting to arrive at their insertion point. There was a point that the Militia managed to clear out a small section of the pyramids for them to use as an entry point. Thus far, they hadn't heard of it being overrun or compromised as of yet. One flashbang, one thermal detonator, and a smoke grenade. Pistol, rifle, vibroknife, and a few stims to help. She checked in with FOSOC that they weren't too far out from their destination.​

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Her team's goal was to move in and take control of either objective a, or b as it was labeled on their map. Once they took control of it the men and women of their Stormtrooper Corps could come in and take out the rest of Diaz's folks. There had been rumors that FOSB might be leaning to capture Diaz. Tanileu hoped that was the case, it'd be nice for them to take out the bad guys. Of course, Tanileu hoped the operation would go smoothly. Then again, smooth was being optimistic at best.​

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[Aurelian Dash]

Objective: BYOO
Theme: Henchmen//women Hijinx
The Major | Isobel Nakano
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Bloody hell. That was a national travesty. Veggie Omelet. "Who's Galaxy-O's did you piss in?" he exclaimed, glancing at the woman's poor excuse for an omelet. He caught the hastily thrown packet, returning his own towards the red-skinned Zeltron. "Done and done." he smiled. Anything was better than... well.. Veggie Omelet was a hard sell. "I guess we could be eating grubs." he shrugged. "So 'ave you heard the rumors? Sounds like Diaz got in some trouble. Don't know if it'll spill over but I've got ol' Betsy here just in case." he tapped the grip of his pistol.

It was a strange exercise, talking about nothing while still talking about something. Killing time was a practice they'd all grown used to at this point and yet the futility of it all still scratched at the back of his mind after all these years. Grimacing before digging into his own rations he chewed the food - excessively. He was no stranger to field rations and if you didn't chew - well, you were in for a rude and painful surprise later down the road. "So. Anyway, the name's Roscoe - how'd you end up on this motley crew?" he nodded towards the unfortunate soul with the Omelet first. For now they'd just wait, listen, and bide their time. When the time came they would be ready but until then it was the waiting game. Nothing new.

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

"Nice and smooth, Black Squadron," said Kim, all business as he brought his fighter onto repulsors and fired the engines. The familiar scream of the Twin Ion Engines was muffled from inside the cockpit and became more so as they emerged from the hangar into the vacuum of space. He throttled his TIE forward, moving with the rest of the team.

"Kate, give me telemetry," he instructed his BB unit.

Images fed through the screen and he examined it along with BB-10K8's analysis. ::QUERY ANSWER: SHIPS NOT MATCHING FIRST ORDER SIGNATURES, OR OTHER KNOWN SIGNATURES, ARE PRESENT AT VECTOR POINT ZERO SEVEN SIX. AT LEAST ONE DOZEN, WITH DRIVE SIGNATURES SUGGESTING SNUB FIGHTER STATUS. FURTHER IDENTIFICATION MAY BE POSSIBLE WITH CLOSER PROXIMITY.::

"Share this with the others," he said, then queued the team channel. "Black Squadron, this is Black Leader. Your astromechs should be providing you some telemetry data now. Set course point zero seven six and prepare to engage. Wait for a visual to fire unless fired upon. We don't want any friendly fire incidents."

He gave them the opportunity to acknowledge his orders, then laid in the coordinates himself, turning on an angle that would take them closer to the planet.

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[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel -- or Dyra Leclerc as her identification papers said -- reached a pink hand out to snatch the berry-flavored drink packet out of the air. She glanced at the omelet packet the woman held up and wrinkled her nose. "Reconstituted eggs? I'd rather die. Well, not literally." Her eyebrows raised. "Actually, maybe literally."

She sat cross-legged and set the ration in the crook of her legs, then unscrewed the top of her canteen and ripped the drink mix package open. After pouring in the crystals which, while white, turned the water in the translucent canteen an unnatural and frankly horrifying shade of neon green, she re-capped it and shook it vigorously to incorporate the drink.

"News to me," Isobel said to Aurelian Dash. "What have you heard?" Then she turned her attention to The Major to hear her story as prompted by Dash. Worldbuilding, to make their presence and stories seem more credible -- not that anyone was raising eyebrows at them yet.

 

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DK was all business per typical as Niance figured. She followed suit as her TIE emerged from the hangar and met with the open void. Twin Ion Engines seemed to roar rather than scream across the great depths. Black-Three moved her bird steadily as she fell into formation, her BB unit buzzed and whirred. Admittedly Niance wondered if the patrols would be in the void or down on the dirtside. If they were in the void then she wondered where their base might be. ​

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The spacer slowed herself, always getting ahead of herself she thought. It was then that her BB unit beeped excitedly and information began to pour through. "Copy that Black Leader, setting course."​

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The flow of the formation felt and seemed effortless on her part as her fighter cut across the void. Part of her just wanted this to be some civilian freighter arriving at the wrong time and place, the other part was hoping it was one of Diaz's squadrons. She hadn't seen the action over Skye and was somewhat upset over it. Niance hoped that Baralou would make up for it. ​

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Dr. Chrisholm had recently transferred from Galidraan over to Dosuun. She was running late, something she thought was highly unacceptable but what could she do? She was still waiting on all the paperwork with the Historical Recovery Division, thankfully she had a recommendation from the Society of Archaeological Research. She was supposed to accompany Dr. St. George on this particular assignment and it involved going into an underwater temple. A very exciting prospect, or so Dr. Chrisholm thought. At least until she learned her transport was running behind schedule.

"Well if she's ahead that's just fine, she'll have a communicator on her, yes?"

"Then, let's move it along before we run any further behind, Bingley." Dr. Chrisholm said to her assistant Ivor Bingley. They had arrived at the capital of Nahutal, where cobbled together shanty stations seemed to be a theme. The two managed to wave down transport to the nearby docks where they would manage themselves out to sea and meet with the famous Dr. St. George, famous at least by Archaeological circles.

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[Kim Dae-Hyun]

::INTERROGATORY FOLLOW-UP: SHIPS DO APPEAR TO BE FIGHTERCRAFT:: BB-10K8 chittered, the words scrolling across his screen as the TIE squadron hurtled through space towards the coordinates. ::ADVISORY: SHIPS ARE POWERING UP WEAPONS!::

"Power weapons, shields up at maximum," DK spat to his teammates, then powered his shields to double front. No sooner had he done this that laserfire burst against the deflectors. He returned fire, stitching one of the fighters with deadly green light, miniature flames exploding where each one hit until the fighter burst apart, pieces of it spiraling in different directions. "Paint your targets, Black Squadron, and hit 'em hard."

He blasted through the debris, scattering enemy fighters on either side. He adjusted his shields, throwing his fighter into a dive towards the atmosphere.

::ADVISORY: AN ENEMY SHIP IS BEHIND YOU; TARGET LOCK EXPECTED IN - TARGET LOCKED. ADVISE EVASIVE MANEUVERS.::

He tried a juke and a roll and a few more tricks, but whoever was flying his tail was pretty talented. He bit back a curse as blasterfire impacted his fighter, sending it into a slight wobble before he locked it down. "Black Three," called DK. "I've got a tail. Can you help?"

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[The Major]

Objective: BYOO

It was rather pleasant to sit here and pass the time, though some worrying nerve in the back of her conscience urged that this was ineffective. The pair of agents seemed to be insisting on openly act playing their roles, perhaps because it was fun to pretend, or at least make use of the strategy established beforehand. Agent Dash, or "Roscoe" explained the situation with Diaz and trouble, to which she listened to carefully just in case that it changed their mission.

The Major had to stop herself from asking Agent Dash if he wanted to know the story on what circumstances brought her to these covert operations within the First Order, of if he wanted the cover story as a mercenary in order to maintain credibility. Or maybe not? The agents were probably good enough people in her estimation. They would ease Sybil along the way one way or the other.

"My name is Homer -merely a nickname from my campaign days." She explained to Aurelian Dash and Isobel Nakano (what remarkable Zeltron costuming; it was almost distracting).

"War isn't. . . ain't. . . so lucrative. Merc work's where the credits are, and it beats jumpjet patrol in the Rim." The accent was not passing. And she kept switching between antiquated, lithe Almanian and hokey, twangy Tatooine.

It was a process. Unfazed so far, she pulled out a tabac stick, placed it betwixt her lips, and began rummaging around her pockets for a lighter.

 

[Audrey Saint George]

"Dr. Saint George?" one of the officers asked as she watched them haul what was essentially a heavy bucket onto the deck of the ship.

Audrey turned and lifted her goggles. "Yes?"

"Dr. Chrisholm's transport is arriving. We hadn't heard from her before, so we were prepared to send you down, but it's really best if everyone goes down together. Less strain on the chain, you see?" The officer pointed at the rusty chain that would lower the bucket, with Audrey and the others, down to the entrance to the sunken temple. "Would you mind waiting until Dr. Chrisholm is ready to descend as well?"

Audrey frowned thoughtfully, half-turning towards the railing where they could see a transport skimming across the surface of the water towards them. "Yes, all right," she agreed with a toothy half-smile. "Only would you mind bringing me a cup of caff? I'd go into the mess myself but I knocked over three tables on my way out here because of these ridiculous flipper... shoes." She indicated one by lifting it comically off the ground. "I'd hate to interrupt everyone's meals by kicking over their tables."

Or giving them reason to laugh at me.

"Of course. Won't be a moment." Audrey sat on the bench, tucking her feet underneath to avoid the flipper protruding too much, and waited for Chrisholm and her team to arrive and suit up. Audrey was excited to make Chrisholm's acquaintance, and would not be so ungenerous as to hold her tardiness against her. These things just happened.

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[Aurelian Dash]

Objective: BYOO
Theme: Henchmen//women Hijinx
The Major | Isobel Nakano
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Aurelian smirked, though whether it was due to the wavering accent or the overall situation they found themselves. For his own part he nodded at the larger woman, nodding his head. "Aye, sure aint' so lucrative unless you know where to look." he winked. Taking another bite of the reconstituted protein attempting to pass as food, he tossed it down. "Well, I for one can't stand this waiting. What say we walk the perimeter?"

Where they currently sat was a large rectangular courtyard, stray boxes and crates littering the area. Some clearly marked crates of weapons, others containing various goods and perishables that had been 'confiscated' from oblivious passers by. Despite the appearance they gave of indifference, truth was they were in a pretty precarious position. Quite truthfully, they were simply waiting for the door to get kicked in. The day prior they'd received word that FOSOC was prepped to take the Pyramid complex on the day following - today. What they hadn't managed to get was a time. Stay ready. Fat lot of good that does us. Aurelian fumed.

"Take a wander?" he said, querying the two ladies.

 

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Bee Bee practically screamed at the precise moment Niance's TIE got hit. "Tell me about it, Bee, we'll be feeling that one." Niance pulled her TIE to the left and pushed down, before performing the flip to turn her bird around. "I've got'im Bee, keep'im in the sights!" She squeezed on the trigger and watched as verdant hues lit up the void making contact with her target. "No, chit, Bee these are probably Diaz's boys and girls." She retorted to the mechanical binary sounds from the astromech.

"Full power to weapons."

"Then we'll just have to kill them first, Bee."

She pulled upward following the snub and let loose another barrage of laserfire. "One down, more to go-"

Black Leader called over comms, and it was only then that Niance realized that he was in trouble.

:: Copy, Black Leader, en route ::​

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The map was ablaze like a Life Day tree and Niance was here for it. She couldn't help but grin, the spacer had been itching for action and here it was. She pushed the TIE Fighter across the void and noted the tail following Black Leader. "Stay on target, stay on target." She told herself as she lined up missiles with the snub. "Here we go, fire away!" Her hand momentarily moving from yoke to dash to press the missile launch button and then back on the yoke her hands went.

A beautiful scene before her eyes as the tail erupted away from Black Leader.

:: Black Leader you are clear ::​

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Niance rolled away to the right and went to engage another target.

Kim Dae-Hyun ​

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Ivor was a good lad and handed Dr. Chrisholm her tea. "Thank you so much Ivor, how much longer until we arrived and did you pack yourself a snack, dear? I'd loathe the idea of you becoming so much as peckish while we're on this trip."

"I have your ladyship, and no I shan't" He replied, Ivor was a stunning piece at least Dr. Chrisholm thought so, he was broad shouldered, golden locks for days that was currently neatly tied back. Baby blue eyes and a gorgeous smile, he was easy on the eyes and fairly obident. She'd have to thank her sister for sending him her way. The Chrisholms were a quaint Galidraani family from around Colchester County south of the capital Thames.

The transport wouldn't take too much longer and as they pulled up toward the docks, Ivor was good to step off first and help the ladyship down. "Oh, I hope she hasn't left just yet." Dr. Chrisholm picked up a bag or two herself and bade her assistant to follow her. They paid the driver in credits and slid a few sovereigns his way as well. It was helpful to have had family in the First Order already, her dearest uncle Everett already had a lovely home in Victoria.

An officer approached from the docks and greeted her. "Are you Dr. Chrisholm?"

"Yes, I am, and this is my assistant Ivor Bingley, has Dr. Saint George left yet?"

"Oh no ma'am."

"Good, excellent, would you be a dear and take me to her?"

"Oh of course ma'am, right this way."

Once more Ivor would follow the good doctor as they crossed the docks toward Doctor Saint George's location. It wasn't hard to spot the woman, after all, she was in a wetsuit. Dr. Chrisholm realized she'd have to get dressed and so she instructed Ivor to follow her and thanked the officer. Chrisholm and Ivor found the locker area, or what suited as such and changed into their wet suits before returning to Doctor Saint George's location and actually stepping forward to meet with her properly.

"Dr. Saint George, I presume?" Chrisholm said with a smile, "I am Dr. Vernice Chrisholm, I've recently transferred from Galidraan so my paperwork is a little behind." She paused and looked to her right, "and this is my assistant Ivor Bingley."

Audrey Saint George ​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Homer? echoed Isobel internally. Isn't that a man's name? She stabbed into the bag with the fork she held in her free hand, making her way through the textured protein. She didn't quite understand what the texture of it was supposed to be, or just what kind of protein it was. Surely it was plant-based or lab-grown; for sure it wasn't poultry.

When "Roscoe" suggested a walk, Isobel shrugged. "Might as well. My arse is going to sleep sitting around here." She unfurled her legs and tossed her finished ration wrapper into the garbage before shouldering her carbine and picking up her canteen. It was still a horrifying shade of green, like she was about to be drinking radioactive acid from a morning cartoon.

"Need a light, Homer?" Isobel asked. She produced a lighter from betwixt her décolletage and sparked it up. "You coming?"

Only when the trio were alone together did Isobel feel her stomach unclench, but she didn't let her guard down. She pulled her own cigarette and lit up, taking a drag before fixing Dash with a gaze. "What's up?" she asked quietly, low enough that they oughtn't to be overheard.

Aurelian Dash | The Major​