Ancient Acquisitions and Antagonist Annihilation [GA Domininon of Ord Vaug]

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 1
Location: Looking for booty
Enemies: Pirates, obviously
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Micah Talith"]
[4/20]

A dark hall, likely once used for the administrative processes of the facility. He aimed down the way with a beam of light, cutting out from the end of the firelance. Reaching out from the gun with his left hand, he placed his palm against the wall. Reverance had never been one to use the racial trait of his heritage, Pyschometry, likely because the mind was so well guarded as to even prevent its use. Seems the door swung both ways. But now, as Gabriel stood entirely separated, he was at ease with the power and the fingerprints that rested against the wall. Fingerprints of a places spirit, residue and soot of events caught in the grooves and forever tarnished. In his minds eye, he watched worked stroll through a well lit facility, the hustle and bustle of an active penitentiary. But in the next flash, he saw men carrying several cases, only to cut left at the next crossing.

Opening his eyes, he set the weapon to stun. He couldn't tell whether the sounds he was hearing where the aches and moans of an old facility, inherent with every gust of wind, or the creaking presence of those looking for the very same things he was. Activating the small communications device, he lifted it to his mouth and whispered.

"I'm in the facility, everything seems fine for right now. I'll update as I progress down."
"10-4." The device returned.

Moving forward, Gabriel cut left down the hallway and continued further into the facility. His datapad blinked with his movement, vibrating with an intensity to indicate closing in on the cache.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

6/20
Obj. 1
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] and @Xavk Duquo
Gear:

Spoiler

Starhawk Armor
Power Nine Blaster
Orange bladed lightsaber

In another life, in some video game, Coren Starchaser would be a Jedi Sentinel, he worked on a focus ability, and absorbing lightning flying at him? That helped. With everything that was going on, he was falling into the Force, reaching out around him to feel the world. Being on the move was important, getting himself stuck and losing his mobility? Well, the character was based on dexterity. That’d not do well for him.

Focus on the enemy, the lesser one would come, and Chevu was going to be fine. He didn’t care what anyone thought of his tactics, people were tools. What do you think Roland’s hawk thought? He was used to shape a person’s destiny. Not to say that Coren saw his student as such, but there were people he would willingly sacrifice in order to save the galaxy.

He was going to need to move, but he didn’t want to reveal himself to an enemy such as this, with the skill set he had. When the swing came back around, Coren threw himself backwards, onto his back, and reached for his pistol. Shooting from the hip, the weapon barely out of his holster, he aimed for her knees.

 

[Darth Eversor]

[member="Darius"]

Impenetrable darkness obscured the Captain's vision for but a moment before his helmet's HUD toggled over to a night-vision setting. A green hue filtered over before his eyes and things were now seen in an eerie dim luminescence. What boggled the ex-Imperial's mind was that the large glowing eyes that had been greeted with prior were no where to be seen, but that's when a strange sensation rippled throughout Rovasus' being. The Jedi was awaiting an answer, but he couldn't quite give him one. Then he looked up.

Clung to the ceiling like a mere piece of scenery, the beast that inhabited the facility lay in wait, staring down at the Captain and the Jedi.

"Jedi..." Rovasus whispered softly. "I want you to be ready." Without anymore hesitation, the Captain aimed upwards slowly and put his finger on his T-21's trigger ready to squeeze. "Open fire." A barrage of bolts were unleashed against the foreign creature that seemed eager to either make these men its meal or something far worse. The soldiers that followed behind acted just the same as their commanding officer, joining in with a cacophony of blasters.

Things were only beginning.

 

[Kiyron]

2/20

Kiyron paused, staring down at the shaft. He needed to get down there and find what he was looking for. Should be exciting, almost as much as the time he rappelled into a glacial crevasse on Tra'Shebs. That had been exciting, to say the least. Who knew what lingered in this ancient facility? He could hear combat echoing through the facility. Well, time to get to it. He fired a grappler into the durasteel, tugged on it to make sure it was secure, and then stepped backwards off the edge, letting the cord slide freely as he fell. The cable sung as the walls flashed past.

He wasn't sure how long he fell, but he braked as the bottom came into view, and a burst of the jetpack brought his descent to a halt just in time to settle lightly down. Excellent. Now for the door. He studied it and tried the control panel. Nothing, in this case. It was deader than the Death Star down here. Time to plant the charges.

He laced the edges with a small amount of explosive putty and then backed away to the far end of the shaft before detonating them. The door exploded away from him, revealing a dusty corridor. Perfect. He strode forward, taking small steps to double check for traps or enemies. Seemed clear so far.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 1

Location: Planetside
Enemies: Darkies, Darthies, [member="xavka duquo"], [member="kira corsai"]
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="coren starchaser"], [member="chevu visz"]
[3/20]


Harmon Taldan was not a lot of things that he would be in the future. He was not, for one, well versed in the vagaries of the force. Likewise, he did not have more than a rudimentary capability of sensing things in the force. He was, however, a highly trained soldier. His home planet, one that no one in the core had heard of most likely, was able to remain solvent due to one simple reason, the mercenaries that they trained and fielded were of excellent quality, and Harm was not a negative outlier in that regard. So, when Xavka broke from the woodline in his black cloak flinging his disc again, Harm didn't wait to consciously note that this was the orange eyed enemy that he'd been waiting for. Instead, his combat trained reflexes had him firing the moment the sith broke cover. The black cloak outlining him as a space darker than the nighttime darkness, black being a very poor night time operational camouflage. By the time Xavka was able to enact his force sorcery, there were three disruptor bolts leading the man on his trajectory towards the combatants.

Once the sorcery fell over the sith, however, Harm didn't have a primary target to shoot at. He already knew that he wasn't positioned well enough to fire into the melee in the prison entryway without possibly hitting the not-sith. He could hear a verbal montage of trainers, non-coms and officers throughout his mercenary career saying the same thing. 'Switch to secondary target.' So, Harm did just that. He smoothly pivoted a few degrees on his knee and fired a pair of bolts to lead the disc as it was flying. The first bolt hit the disc on its leading edge going counter to the spin imparted by the sith acolyte, which slowed it some as it scorched the disc. The second bolt hit it mid way on its body, causing it to flip laterally in the air and clatter to the ground. Harm didn't pay it any more heed as he continued pivoting to aim at the melee. If he saw his chance to take out the dark lady or the dark robed person who had vanished, he would take it. He really wished he'd had a way to communicate with the less-darky people in there so he could coordinate with them, but things were never perfect in battle, so he would adapt.

 

[Micah Talith]

3/20
[member="The Revenant"]

There was a ripple as Alex melted into the shadows. For all her sass that Kali gave her, her constantly evolving AI meant she was able to discern when to keep low and when to talk back.

The Talith carefully crept forward, moving through the facility towards the noise he had heard. Careful is as careful does, and as he crept forward, he caught the distance glow of a light. A moving light.

Well maybe not so alone afterall! he mused with amusement.

For the present time, he decided to get a closer look and see just who it might be. A pirate? Another Tomb raider?

Or worse.

A humorless bum.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

The rifle whispered death as he pulled the trigger. The quiet hush of the shot didn’t seem to match the recoil imparted on his shoulder. The life of the scout was snuffed out. He took the time to realign his body to the next shot. Two clicks dropped the sight a miniscule distance.

The next shot hit one of the three in the shelter in the chest. The shouting started. Jacen swore silently as one of the guards fell back away in shock, moving out of his line of sight. The other started to run, but Jacen tracked across and fired. The shot was good; a third death on his hands.

The last man was still out of his sight.

Get that last one before he can set off an alarm! Jacen called as he got to his feet. The rifle was left on its tripod as he rushed down towards the shelter, saber in hand.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Always am Captain."

Darius felt it then. The beast had managed to hide itself within the force - a talent that was rare enough among sentient beings, let alone wild animals. Darius leveled his lightsaber, and glanced upward. A gaping maw of razor sharp teeth smiled down at him in greeting; until the men opened fire anyway. The creature scurried along the ceiling, darted from the danger of the blaster bolts. A number of the bolts caught the beast dead in its midriff, but it kept moving. Closer, and closer...

The monster let out a bloodcurdling screech as it dropped down upon the squad. Massive claws outstretched to gore the soldiers below. It was slightly larger than the average man, and covered in a thick layer of fur. That explained why it hadn't died instantly from the first shot.

Darius darted forward. His lightsaber was little more than a blue blur as it dismembered the beast. The creature's arms fell to the floor in bloody puddles as it hit the ground. A bolt from one of the men ended its life.

"Some kind of predator. Stay close; we'll have to exterminate the populace," Darius frowned, "Can you get anything from the other team?"

Dozens of glowing yellow eyes peered out from the darkness. Darius' blood ran cold.

"Kark. Bunch up. Don't let them get between us."

He parted his lips to speak further, but the uncomfortably humanoid war cries of the beasts drowned out his voice. A flash of gnarled teeth and terrible claws was all the young padawan saw before the monsters fell upon them.

[member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=7/20]​

It was a foot race — and not one she could be sure she could win. To reach him and then subdue him before he could either set off an alarm or shout loud enough to be heard?

And Jacen wasn’t any closer, so she had to use her brain — and the Force of course.

She wasn’t blessed with a vast array of Force Abilities, but the ones she had she was pretty darned decent at. It was her style — to maximise her strengths as opposed to neutralise her weaknesses.

She as she ran, she pulled the Force to her and utilised one of the most powerful forms of Force Push, it was essentially a wave of pure Force-energy that pulsed out from her. And if she focused — as she did now, she could direct it, as opposed to the purer form of Force Wave that would have her as the epicentre of a telekinetic explosion.

It was a cone as opposed to a simple Push or an advanced Wave. And her intention was simple — to knock the runner off his feet and send him into the ground so hard he either lost consciousness or at the very least was winded and could be caught by Jacen before he had time to react.

She was pleased to see the wave of energy leave her outstretched palm and the runner flipped forward a dozen feet before crashing to the ground. Furthermore, her attack was silent — and as she started to run again, she was aware Jacen would get to him first.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Spark Finn]

BYOO

CatCo Media Headquarters - Ord Vaug Capital City

The lanyard of the temporary security badge hung around her neck like a wilted, well-worn flower. "Odd. We're getting some security feed outages." Chuck's lower lip smudged out into a deep frown, fingertips raking through what was left of his hair.

#toomuchhairpulling

"I gotta go see the boss. She won't be happy." Chuck straightened his pocket protector as if going into battle. Very meticulously. "Just, don't touch anything, okay?"

He didn't even look at Spark.

"Okay." #blondeslie

He left. She gave it a few seconds and then left too, swiping herself into the server room. With a wave of her hand and some technopathing through the force, the door locked shut with some new codes. Thin digits rubbed together.

In about 37.2 seconds every known pirate in the system was gonna get added to a very public feed of the most wanted with some hard to find but not impossible, embarrassing and slightly doctored images. [member="Kira Corsai"] and [member="Xavka Duquo"] would be recognized too, with quotes 'The Dark Lord of the One Sith is Dumb' and 'The Galactic Alliance Will Totes Beat the Sith' on promotional posters reading just below their holofeed captured images.

Of course these images would be sent across the galaxy and to One Sith members. Comms were about to 'blow up.' #publicinformationagewasabeautifulthing

#thankyoupublicfeeds

#thankyouprivatefeeds

#hopeChuckdoesntgetfired

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Quinn Michaels"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Zeison Sha Discblades, BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol
4/20

Chevu wasn't fighting at full capacity yet. Aftershocks of electricity still twinged in her muscles from the Sith Lord's opening lightning assault, and she stood in a crouch, her chest heaving. Still, when a third disc came flying out of the trees again, its wielder still elusive, she threw out a telekinetic push that redirected it away from her shaky legs, spinning the throwing weapon away from her allies. She continued to pull the Force to her, gathering it around her like a storm. The fact that she couldn't see her adversary concerned her greatly. She'd need all the power she could get. She felt Coren in the Force doing the same. He was about to unleash hell on these Sith. How many were there anyway? It was hard to tell with one hiding up in the trees like a monkey.

Baring her teeth, the green alien girl cried out. The hidden Sith was suddenly revealed when he branched out to Coren with his powers. The Zabrak was instantly upon her, without warning, his thin sword glinting in the sunlight. Using the energy she'd gathered, plus that extra charge from the Chiss apprentice, Chevu's arm arced over her head and thrust towards him, aiming to kinetically detonate the air around him. If not thwarted, the Mirialan's Force bomb would explode on impact with the Sith, and hopefully blow him sky high.

 

[Mediha]

Objective: Reclaim misplaced property
Allies: [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] [member="Darius"]
Post: 1/?

Mediha trailed almost at the back of the Ravens as they exited their ship. She had no intention of being on the frontlines when all of these men were here to die; let them do as was expected. Her role in the proceedings was to provide support from a distance, should it be needed-- and it would be. It always was.

In fact, while Darius and the odious Imperial bickered, Mediha sat back and took stock of her surroundings. This was why men were never in charge on Dathomir; they were failing themselves and their men while they cast aspersions and wasted time with posturing. At least Darius seemed to be trying for some kind of structure; this Captain seemed intent only on emphasizing the lack of Darius's worth due to his Force ability and threatening him. Displays of testosterone bored her.

She glanced over as the two guards were dispatched, but there was little of interest other than the beast they were tracking. Mediha expanded her senses and felt... nothing. Nothing where there should be something. Her lips thinned as she began to build the basic runes for her traps under the radar of Darius and whatever this creature was. The men proceeded first, while Mediha stayed stationary; when she heard the commotion with the first beast, she slowly trailed just far enough in to see the area she would be guarding.

It would take a few minutes to set up a proper trap for the beast beyond, but that wouldn't be an issue, as [member="Darius"] and the others were going in first. They should be able to do their jobs; it was what they were assigned to the team for, after all. Darius took care of it in short order, but Mediha kept building, which turned out to be the right response as other orbs flared to life, revealing the pack of beasts who had lured them into their den.

That would take a little more work. With mental movements of her lines of magick, Mediha adjusted the parameters of her traps, spreading them, shifting them from flat surfaces to floating spells as quickly as she was able. She ignored the screams of agony from those who died while she worked, mind split from her task only by keeping an eye out for her own protection.

There.

The sickly green glow of Nightsister magick flared to life and arcs of lightning exploded around some of the beasts, capturing them in cages that burned and stung with fatal force. Three fell, two dead and one writhing in agony; Mediha turned her gaze to this last, lip curling in disgust as the strange amalgamation of man and beast physiology. A ghostly bow entered her hand and two swift magickal arrows pierced the creature, stilling its death throes. The bow was not her weapon of choice, nor her best weapon, but it took little effort to conjure and it served its purpose in situations like these. The bow dissipated and she returned to her magick, tracking her next target as the soldiers around her recovered from the surprise attack.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Kira Corsai"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Quinn Michaels"] | [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Gear: See First Post
[3/20]

Xavka scowled as the Mirialan turned to face him. First off, she had deflected his thrown Chakram. Yes, he had not fully believed that the attack would connect and seriously wound the Mirialan, but it would of been nice for it to have done so. The true reason for him to so annoyed was the fact that the Mirialan was turning to face him. If she was turning to face where he had launched his attack against Starchaser, then all it would mean is that she was able to sense past his attempts at subduing his Presence within the Force. But no, she had instead turned to face him directly, meaning that she was able to currently see him.

The fact that his invisibility against the Mirialan was now redundant ruined all of the fun that he would of enjoyed from the look of panic that had spread across the Mirialan's face, minute as the reaction was. The slight widening of her eyes, the barely there hitch of her breathe that Xavka's keen hearing had only just caused. Those signs usually brought a slight amount of pride to his hearts, proving to him that his effort in surprising his target was successful, but this time, against a target he knew nothing about, those signs were negative and caused worry to curl within his gut, sitting heavy.

Pushing aside his worries, Xavka continued through with his attack. His right foot locked into place, his claws digging into the soft dirt beneath them, as he pivoted his body along the path of his swing, increasing the force behind the strike by increasing the mass that followed the line of acceleration. His sword, a wakizashi, cut through the air seamlessly, the sharpened edge almost carving through the air and providing no resistance.

His strike was about to commit when his worry about being seen were proven true. The Force screamed at him as the Mirialan's arm came up and around to point in his direction. This time, it was his eyes that widened slightly, his breathe that, for a single moment, caught, as the warning from the Force registered. Barely having time to react, Xavka was just able to pull up a Barrier between he and the female, admittedly, a weak and fragile Barrier, and strengthen his body in preparation before the air around him exploded.

The force behind the explosion tore through the weak Barrier like it wasn't even there to begin with. The Barrier did halt the advancement of the shock wave for a few beats of his dual hearts, but the force behind the shock wave didn't lessen. The shock wave hit him square in the chest, due to the position he was in, before sending him flying. Just before he was sent flying, though, Xavka retaliated, drawing on the short amount of time his Barrier had given him he had collected the Force before him and released it in a shock wave of his own, sending the charged Force Push towards the Mirialan.

Hitting the ground hard, his sword being dislodged from his hand at impact, Xavka felt a couple of his ribs protest the abuse. While they did not break, he was sure that they were broken. Coughing harshly, Xavka dropped his hand to his waist before sending it flying forwards. The moment that he had lowered his hand he had palmed five throwing needles, each coated in a paralytic poison that would slowly affect whoever was struck. Those five throwing needles were now shining in the sun as they sped through the air towards the Mirialan.

 

[Darth Eversor]

[member="Darius"]

There was no time to talk and Rovasus had even less of a window to check on the secondary team. Right now it was do or die, and as a true-blooded Imperial he refused to be dominated by what he considered mere beasts or anything less than his standard of being worthy. Quite the ego was deeply seeded within the Captain, but it kept him alive and allowed him to see right through most people and situations. Such a predicament as this came natural in his field of experience, and he knew exactly what needed to be practiced. If there's one thing most soldiers failed to do, it was to remember training at all costs.

The Jedi had already proven he could defend himself with his glow-stick and reflexes, but did these robe-wearing philosophy junkies have the wit needed to make decisions without some sort personality complex blocking out reason? That cannot be said for most Sith, or as far as Rovasus could remember. They destroyed his Empire.

Two of the monstrosities bounded for the Captain, the rest of his men had their hands full covering each other's and the Jedi's six. Holding the T-21 at his hip, Rovasus unleashed a torrent of bolts that managed to catch both of the creatures in their faces, dropping them in their tracks. Another of the hell spawn leaped from the shadows, chancing upon the unsuspecting veteran. Thrown to the ground, Rovasus began the struggle between life and death. Gnashing teeth longed to pierce through his helmet as hot breath fogged his visor.

Keeping his cool, Rovasus jabbed the creature in its guts with a solid fist, causing it to howl in pain and become lax in its predatory demeanor. Another fist crashed against the beast's jaw along with a solid boot into its sternum. Acting quickly, the Captain hoisted the strap of his T-21 up and gave a steady burst of bolts to end the animal's misery.

The fight was still raging on, and the ex-Imperial welcomed it. War was his life, operating in the field was his cause.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Mediha's magick was a boon here. While he had been a bit skeptical about bringing the Nightsister along, he was pleased with her efforts. Four of the beasts lay dead by her efforts. A number of others fell to the Captain. So far as he knew, the Ravens had not suffered any casualties as of yet. Darius aimed to keep it that way.

"We need to find our way into the factory's lower levels - find where these things nest," Darius shouted over the cacophony of violence. His lightsaber hissed as it beheaded one of the unholy amalgamations. For every one that he managed to kill, another two seemed to take their place. The group could not remain here - doing so would mean death.

What was it the masters had taught him? To let the force guide his hand.

The Jedi Padawan drifted back from the fight for a moment, his eyes drifting half-closed. He opened himself to its currents, and for a moment, it swept him away. Then things became clear, and their path was illuminated within his mind.

"There's a passage on the eastern side of the facility. Move it!" He shouted. He wasted no time in leading the team toward the doorway. It was cast in darkness, but a hole large enough for a man had been carved through the entrance. Darius waved the men forward.

"Move up. Mediha, set one of your traps when we're all through."

[member="Mediha"], [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Mediha]

Objective: Same
Allies: [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] [member="Darius"]
Post: 2/?

Mediha paused by the hole as soldiers rushed through, already building a rune circle with her magick; the soldiers crossing as she worked were not be harmed, as it was in the process of being built, but as soon as the last was through she stepped over into the darkened recess herself and finished the final symbol. The pattern flared to life and lay dormant as she turned to follow them. The first being to cross that trap would wish they hadn't, and the passage would be fairly well blocked as a result. Mediha hoped there was another way out, or that they would have the strength to deal with whatever came behind them if there was no alternative.

There was little room to move in the tunnel; though it was man-sized, it was narrow, and so Mediha stayed at her place in the back until the tunnel widened and spilled them out into a larger passage, one clearly moving downward. Surprisingly, the much larger men moved fairly quickly, even in their armor plating. In preparation for the fight to come, the Nightsister began preparing spells that she could use when they found the multiple packs of the things Darius had predicted with his "nesting" comment. This mission seemed like suicide for the soldiers, but Mediha didn't intend that it would be so for her.

 

[Darth Eversor]

This fight would not be won here, that much was obvious. Rovasus wanted as many of these things dead as possible before moving on, and letting some mysterious witch of a woman claim such glory was not only insulting, but it was just as bad as having the Jedi dish out orders. As long as either of them knew their place, the Captain would keep his mouth shut and keep the peace. They were a helping hand and nothing more.

Dropping the T-21 to hang by its strap on his shoulder, Rovasus drew both of his retrofitted DC-17s and began maneuvering towards the doorway as he continued to pick off one ugly spawn after another. Four of them had been gunned down by his truly, their corpses twitching as their muscles began to die, and cease to function. "Move your arses now!" A well placed head shot left one of the creatures skidding across the blood-smeared floor. Beads of sweat rolled down Rovasus' forehead as he focused and fought to simply survive and complete the mission. He'd show both of these "gifted" individuals just what the best of the best of the Imperial military could do without the help of a Jedi or smoke and mirrors. Guns and fists were all that was needed.

"Alpha to Bravo, you need to clear your way to the lower levels, there's a nest that needs purging!"

Static was all that the Captain heard in response.

"Bravo, respond!"

Silence.

"Dammit!"

Howls and groans replaced the static of the comm, and anger drowned the Captain's thoughts in blood and fury. There was nothing that could be done for the other team now, only to hope they were either hiding or were too busy killing. Either of the two would be better than stumbling across mangled corpses.

[member="Darius"] [member="Mediha"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

The soldiers were quick on their feet, at least. The sudden explosion caused from Mediha's use of Magick rocked the facility, and caved the passage in behind them. Darius had no clue as to whether or not there was another doorway - not that it mattered. Master Shel'tah had helped him become proficient in his skills with telekinesis. He would be able to get them out when they needed to.

Rovasus proved to be equally impressive. There was a reason the Black Ravens had been allowed to serve, and it wasn't for a lack of soldiers. The men were hardy, and their leader was a living testament to their skill. The man hated force users, but Darius found himself gaining some form of respect for him. Of course, it was quite unlikely that respect was mutual.

"Good use of your magick Mediha. Rovasus...save some of them for the rest of us," a hint of amusement laced his voice, though it fled at the realization that communication with the other team was lost, "We'll find them. I can still feel them in the force - they haven't died."

He turned toward the direction they had gone towards. His lightsaber came to life. It opened up into a huge factory complex with a number of abandoned vats, conveyor belts, and dismembered droids. If memory served correctly, the power generator would be on the left side of the room. He peered that way and eyed the stairs leading upward. It had to be there.

"We need to get the power on. Rovasus, you and the men cover our flanks. Mediha, the back."

The sound of howling father down in the complex drew his attention. They were not completely alone down here.

[member="Mediha"], [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: 2
LOCATION: Ord Vaug, Pirate Base
ENEMIES: Pirates
ALLIES: [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Nubica Felidae"]
POST: 3/20

As the alarms sounded one of the guards from outside rushed in, shouting for someone to tell him what happened. In a remarkably calm voice, the Bothan beside Audren spoke up.

"I shut the power off."

The Padawan frowned: he hadn't told the Bothan to turn or address the guard. Then again he hadn't gone for full mind control, just some influence, but the situation still felt off. The guard - predictably - asked the Bothan why he'd done such a thing.

"He told me to. Thinks he's some sort of Jedi or something."

As the furred being spoke, he jerked his thumb at the Jedi in an expressively casual manner. The guard focused on the blond in a very unhappy manner, and Audren quickly realized that his influence on the Bothan had never really existed he - still calm and seemingly sleepy - turned back to his console and began typing. Meanwhile, the guard was drawing his blaster and other technicians were scattering. Blasterfire would not be good right now, so the Padawan flung his left hand out in the general direction of the guard, exerting himself through the Force as he did. The guard flew back and hit the wall hard, but still managed to squeeze off a blaster bolt before he slumped to the ground. The other guard came running, blaster already raised, and Audren had no choice but to put two bolts into his upper-torso.

He turned to see the Bothan still typing into his console. Another bolt went into the screen, but two more words were typed and the enter key pressed. Abruptly, the pitch of the alarm changed and doors made odd clicking noises. Once his typing was finished, the being raised his hands and pushed back from the terminal.

"What did you do?"

"Power is on, lockdown is active. You need command or security codes to get through."

"Give me yours."

"No."

Audren pulled on the Force, annoyed but not letting it touch him, and touched the Bothan's mind again. As sleepy as it had been originally, no other emotions sensed besides resolution. Another attempt at a Mind Trick then.

"Give me your override codes."

"I said no. Are you deaf?"

The Padawan nearly snarled with frustration and swung his carbine so that the butt of the weapon hit the Bothan in the chin, causing him to fall limply to the ground. He turned the gun on one of the other technicians in the room, the nearest one not quite cowering behind his desk.

"Your override codes."

"I don't have any. He was the only one here who did."

Feth. See if he tried to Mind Trick a Bothan again.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 1


Location: Planetside
Enemies: Darkies, Darthies, [member="xavka duquo"], [member="kira corsai"]
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="coren starchaser"], [member="chevu visz"]
[4/20]


Harm watched as his first few bolts seemed to miss by hairsbreadths as the mysterious sith male (Xavka) vanished, literally, on his way to join the melee. A frown creased his face at that, he was usually a better shot than that, but the sith didn't even seem to notice the bolts. Harm was glad to see that the combined force of his bolts and the green not-a-sith's force push sent the disc flying away. That weapon was out of the fight for the time being.

Harm kept his watch on the melee. This was a force battle, and he was woefully unprepared for such, so he provided some overwatch. He could only see the sith lady, the green not-a-sith lady and the human-esque not-a-sith, that is until a force blast that shook what passed for avian creatures on the planet out of their roosts blew the male sith (Xavka) out of the entrance to the prison and flat on his back on the ground. It took only a moment for Harm to bring his disruptor rifle to bear on the zabrak (Xavka) and begin to fire three-round bursts at his currently supine target (Xavka). He wasn't in time to intervene in whatever he had done with his hand, it looked like he threw nothing towards the entrance, but Harm didn't know what the zabrak could do with the force.

Attacks:
At least two three-round bursts of disruptor fire targeting Xavka while he is supine.