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"]
[5/20]

Nostrils lifted to the scent of decay and rot, expression across psychometry leading a glowing trail towards the cache. But it had been here for some time, a leak in the roof overhead, rain and moisture and the inflow of moon and sunlight. Wood expands and shrinks, and expands and shrinks, and insects find their way in and eat away at the organic material. He shook his head, wondering if the budget was so low as to not allow for properly locked caches. Second thought, maybe this was the original enclosure, as wood was harder to come by then wood some times. And with the ornate descriptions across the side and lid, it had to be the case.

Pressing his hand across the top, sliding away dust and debris, he didn't need any powers to feel the presence from within. Stone of character, ores of character, a warmth emanating from the cold of the decomposing hull. It was then that he thought he heard something, turning his head with the flash of a light down the hall way he came from. The barrel of the firelance, the safety dropped, he pressed his finger across the trigger. The wail of wind, old building making old noises, he squinted, usually one to trust his hunches. But he was out of his element.

Clicking on the communication, he looked up through the large hole in the ceiling towards the outside world and smiled. The feeling of the air, it repelled the stagnation.

::Come towards my location. Drop the winch cable.::

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]
[member="Audren Sykes"]
He forewent the use of his lightsaber as he closed on the prone guard. Slick with mud, the man tried to roll around to bring his rifle to bear. Jacen yanked it from his hands with the Force. Eyes wide, the man stayed down, holding his hands out to the side in surrender.

The rifle still hovered a few feet away from him. Just to be safe Jacen reversed its momentum. The butt of the rifle caught the guard right in the centre of the forehead. As he bound his hands, Nubica arrived. Yet as he turned towards her - ready to discuss the next guard tower - he heard the distant call of alarms blaring.

“Sod it,” he grunted as he pulled the straps tight. “That's the main base. Too late to worry about the other watchtower, we've got to hit the motor pool now before they start to head that way!”

A few hundred metres of rainforest away was the motor pool itself. Mostly well overfed several openings led to underground caverns where the pirates kept nearly thirty armour air speeders to escape. The pair would have to tackle at least ten more pirates in short order, and possibly deal with the men from the second watch tower coming in behind them once the shooting started.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

[4/20]
Objective 2
[member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Nubica Felidae"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Marcello flourished his lightsaber just in time to keep another blaster bolt at bay. Advancing towards his target, the dark-blue blade danced in front of the Jedi Master's face as he redirected the last few remaining super-heated bolts of energy back to their source. Deactivating the blade, Marcello forced his breathing to remain even and deep, attempting to suck as much oxygen out of the thick air as possible.

By now, the shirt he'd worn was almost drenched in sweat. Several strands of long hair matted to the side of the Jedi's face as he rushed towards the interior of the compound. Fortunately, the outer doors to the facility were still working in relatively normal order. The instant the air conditioning hit his skin, Marcello had to stifle a sigh of relief.

However, his momentary mental retreat to a point of comfort almost cost him his life as a pirate at the end of the adjacent corridor opened fired on him. Spinning to his left and pressing his back against the wall, Marcello cursed slightly under his breath. "Oh you did not just shoot that red poodoo at me..." In an instant, the dark blue blade sprang back to life with a snap-hiss and Marcello continued his progress towards the base's command center.

 

[Mediha]

Allies: [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] [member="Darius"]
Post: 3/?

Mediha turned her head aside without really acknowledging Darius's instructions; she would cover the rear, as he asked. Her trap had already worked well enough to block one way to them; the other team, if they lived as Darius seemed certain they did, would have to find another way into the underground lair of the monsters they needed to fight.

There were openings no human was likely to get to; tunnels in ceilings and walls high off the floor that the creatures could use to navigate from one level to another. Those who had been thwarted by the tunnel collapsing when it was originally triggered were finding new ways to get down to their prey.

And the lower level was already full of them.

Nests had been an apt descriptor, though Mediha didn't think Darius had known that. (Or had he? Was he aware these things had been here all along?) There were piles of dead plants, animal hides and other bits and pieces that formed large mounds that seemed to house one or more of the creatures and they were scattered throughout the former factory. Even now, mongrel beasts were looking to see what the commotion was, some already approaching the soldiers eagerly.

"If you have a plan, get to it," Mediha demanded loudly, the aura of her magick flaring around her hands as she prepared a spell that would be able to catch groups of them as they swarmed forward.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: 1
Location: Arriving at the prison proper
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"] / [member="Quinn Michaels"] / [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Allies: The Dark Side and [member="Xavka Duquo"].
Gear:

Spoiler

Silver and red bladed sabers.

Post: 5/20

The silver saber thwapped the bolts away from her, defecting them out and away as the angle was wrong for her to try aim them back at him. She would deflect as long as he continued to fire, the thrumming of her saber growling angrily in the space between them. She pushed hard on her left leg, bringing herself to stand once more. He couldn't maintain that position on his rump forever though. She could press the advantage, step towards him, swinging her saber back and forth like a pendulum, to slice him off in sections, but she decided better of it.

She stood there, her left side angled towards him, her feet shoulder width apart and silver blade moving around to meet the colored bolts of plasma he was directing at her. The vocoder made a warbling sound, one that might have been interpreted after a few seconds as a strange chuckle mixed through the voice modulator in her masked helmet. She beckoned him to his feet with the fingers of her right hand, the silver blade still in her left.

::Stand.::

Her armored suit masked everything about her, except that she had the curves of a female. Even the voice through the speakers was too gravelly to be noted as feminine. That suited Sinistra just fine though.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[SIZE=10.5pt]7/20[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Obj. 1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [member="Kira Corsai"] and [member="Xavka Duquo"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Gear:[/SIZE]
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Spoiler

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Starhawk Armor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Power Nine Blaster[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Orange bladed lightsaber[/SIZE]
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Starchaser could hear the other Force users, other members of the Alliance nearby, he could clearly sense Chevu, as the pair were master and student. The rest, though, and the Sith Acolyte were folding into the background. The Starchaser was focused on the Sith Lady that was in front of him, the one who was throwing lightning and charging him as he absorbed the danger. The heat and burns still bleeding into his hands as he couldn’t be a sink for everything at once. The blaster bolts were deflected away, expected.

He had found himself to his knee as he looked at the foe, her silver blade humming in the silence. The being, confirmed, at least somewhat female, spoke and Coren quirked his eyebrow. Stand? He kept his knee, his blaster trained on her. He could fold space around this one, get behind her and start to get to work on ending this battle, but that wasn’t worth it here.

When the battle brought it out in him, he would reach to his skills. But now? Cortosis armor, he stood up, pulling the Force to him as he started firing, knee and shoulder shots, changing the angle of his attack as he approached, steadily.

 

[Darth Eversor]

It was pleasing to hear that the rest of the soldiers were still alive and kicking. Men that served under Rovasus' wing needed to be strong or else failure would be the result of every operation. Failure wasn't an option by any means, or else death would be an ever-present spectator awaiting to reap rewards for itself and leave only humiliation. Rovasus didn't take humiliation very well. "If it moves I shoot it. If you get in my way I'll shoot you too. You have to be faster than that, Jedi. Or else I'll be leaving here with the highest score." The haunting calls of monsters in the dark put the Captain on edge. Whatever these things were, they were ugly and something about them was quite off-putting. They sounded human in some ways, and that disturbed the ex-Imperial to a slight degree. What were they? A simple question that would have to be answered in a more proper environment.

For now, Rovasus and his men put their backs to the Jedi and the witch as they focused on the inky blackness before them. No signs of the creeps just yet, perhaps whatever abnormality the woman had weaved together slowed them down? Rovasus hoped so. Feeling the damp humidity from within his armor, the Captain turned around to see what was happening ahead of the party. More howling erupted from further inside the facility.

Something told the Captain and his men that round two was fast approaching.

"How many of the bloody things are down here? I don't even have a DNA match for them on file. Screw it, I want to run tests once we get somewhere not so damn dark and humid."

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

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Don't count on it. I can swing faster than you can pull the trigger," Darius shot back. It was all in the spirit of good competition really. Something to distract the team from the impending doom all around them. There were too many beasts for them to kill, but perhaps with a bit of work on the facility's defense systems they could come out on top.

Darius wasted no time in charging up the ramp. One of the monsters was waiting there to greet him, and found its head lopped from its shoulders before it could make any aggressive moves. The corpse crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Four more of the beasts followed. They were swiftly cut down under a hail of blaster fire, but more would come soon enough.

The padawan rushed toward one of the emergency generators. "Keep me covered!" He shouted as he hunched over the thing. His fingers felt for a command console. A moment's searching found it. He clicked the command key.

The generator came to life, and so did the facility. The vats came online. Lights began to shine from the ceiling. The monsters were momentarily blinded by the flash of light.

"Cut them down! I'll get the defenses online!"

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

 

[Jsc]

Second Watchtower
Pirate Base
Obj 2 - w [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] & [member="Nubica Felidae"] - p1


The vanguard would not need to worry about reinforcements from the second tower for very much longer. Very shortly now they would be free to engage the Motor Pool at their leisure. Somebody else was working tonight and what a fell mess they were making.

Purple bolts of energy dazzled about the second tower. Showering the guards in white sparks and sudden pandemonium. Even with the alarm raised from the main accord, all the excitement seemed to hit them right at home. All all too quickly. Doors opened and heads poked out. Windows cracked and eyes flickered to and fro. Heads perked up and pirates stepped forth. Only to be dashed aside just in time. Yes. It did appear they were under attack and mightily so. But not a single pirate soul could find their darting assailant before being showered in sparks of glittering doom. Indeed. There were only slips and smatterings of shadows to shoot at. And for many of the bewildered guards even less than shadows to see. Just dead companions, some assorted crossfire, and maybe a whole host of angry ghosts. Perhaps? It was so crazy outside that most couldn't bother to tell. Good grief.

Outside of their field of vision sprinted a woman in brown leathers. Cloaked in a green cape and her blue-hair tied back sharply. She aimed down the sights of her custom disruptor and offered her curious foes a brief smiled. With a flick of the switch and a wink in her eye, another helpless pirate caught new fireworks right to the chest. Shattering into pieces like a man turned to glass. Pew pew. Pew pew. Uh oh. Bye bye boys. Tsk tsk tsk. She could almost wave the threat away like casting a happy spell. These poor fellows didn't even know where to look. For the shame of it all she smiled and waved. In a black mist of swirling dark form the woman fled around the corner. Out and up a new embankment. Fluttering back from the sights and untouched by the sounds. She took a new perspective and aimed down the coil once more. Pew pew. Pew pew. Another pirate down. Tsk tsk tsk. They just never learned. How do you catch a sniper with the Force at her side? It's quite simple. You don't. You just run and hide.

Oh no. The vanguard would not need to worry about reinforcements from the second tower for very much longer this day. Very shortly now they would be free to engage the Motor Pool at their kind leisure. Somebody else was working tonight,

~ "Ranger One to Voidstalker and Felidae." came a clapping of their encrypted com, "Second tower neutralized. The balls in your court. Happy hunting GA. Ranger One out." ~

And her name was Karen Roberts of Lothal.

 

[Micah Talith]

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

Well, well... now who is this?

Curiosity was a trait heavily passed down to the Talith from both his father and his mother. Likely more so than any of his other siblings. It was both a blessing and a curse. At times it offered a great reward... in others, well...

One ends up tearing out of hyperspace into the middle of the Battle of Crina.

A slight wince in remembrance at that horribly embarrassing part of his life drew the Talith from his reverie. Up ahead, his HUD would register movement, scanning and processing information. It was a man, with a bit of firepower on him.

He didn't look like a pirate....

[ He can still shoot you. ] Alex's voice warned quietly the the eloquence of his mother's kitchen spoon.

Never any sense of adventure... Amusement shone in his eyes within the confinement of his helm. Well, he couldn't quite just stay here hidden. And if anything, it wasn't like he couldn't take care of himself.

So when Revenant was about to step under a particularly rickety archway, Micah's voice would pipe out of the darkness with notable friendliness.

The sort that really should likely consider that simply talking out of the blue might get him shot.

"I'd watch my step there bud. She's likely to come down if you look at her wrong."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=8/20]​

She was quick — but Jacen was quicker and got to the man first. But before they could talk tactics, the annoying sound of alarms sounding brought the debate to a close before it had even started.

Never one to waste words, she simply nodded her agreement and followed him. She unclipped her saber and held it in her hand. Pulling the Force to her, she used Sense to pick up a mental map of what was around them. Up to a dozen pirates blocked their way to their target — the air speeders. And the occupants of the second watch tower may join in — or hold their position — it all depended how disciplined they were and how much of a threat the two Jedi were perceived to be.

She smiled as she ran with Jacen. Stealth had its moments, but she lived for the action. She allowed herself to enjoy the fight; she gave herself over to the thrill of battle. The rush of winning. Vaapad was a path that lead through the penumbra of the Dark-side. It was…and would always be…her ultimate test.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: 2
Location: Ord Vaug
Enemies: Pirates
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Post: [1/20]

Sofia and her unit exited the dropship with the sergent at the head of the party. Their mission was simple enough - eliminate the pirates. The pirates have been attempting to co-ordinate with the Sith affilated First Order to elimate the Alliance's presence on the planet as well as there being rumors of the pirates terrorising the residents of the planets - something that must be stopped.

As her unit's sniper, Sofia was ordered to camp on the high grounds and provide supporting fire for those in the field. Sofia frowned as she smeared eye black around her eyes to reduce the glare from the sun and set up the tripod. 'It's not fair' Sofia thought annoyed. She had proved herself a good soldier on multiple occasions yet she was not allowed to fight besides her fellow squad members in battles.

It was obvious to her that her sergent had no respect for her from day one. Sofia's sergant was an old fashioned minded man who did not believe that women had a place in the military, especially someone young like Sofia. She remembered him remarking that she should find a 'Wealthy man, marry him and go live a cushy life fulfilling her responsiblity as a woman by looking after the house and rasing children.' Of all the things the sergant have said to her that was the most insulting and it still angered her to think about it.

"Kark you, old man," she muttered under her breath as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. Sniping was something she was look at and something she enjoyed but she longed to join her fellow squad members on the battlefield and fight among them. She would often feel like the odd one out as she had not bonded much with her fellow squad members. She lacked the bond they had with each other as brothers in arms on the battlefield.

"One," Sofia counted to herself as she sent a bullet into the skull of one of the pirates and sprayed the soldier he was engaged in combat with in blood. 'If you can't join them, kark them.'

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 1
Location: Looking for booty
Enemies: Pirates, obviously
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Micah Talith"]
[6/20]

Impatience, not a common virtue for the man. But as he waited idle for the pick up, he began to roam. The archway seemed important to him, many men once passing through it. There was history and a telling of a particular story, the creak of the boards and the poorly leveled platform indicative of dilapidation. Or poor framework from the very beginning. Just as he took another step, a voice echoed out in the chamber. It wasn't the rifle that he instinctively grabbed but instead the lightsaber, twisting with the ignition. The beam crawled and kissed the floor beneath him, the archway rumbling with resentment for a trap not sprung.

Honey brown eyes searched out the darkness, the hue of the saber giving a particularly enlightening glow. But not enough. Gabriel didn't recognize the voice but he wasn't particularly worried, for some reason. He had learned to trust his senses, the new body becoming a thing of it's own. A thing of instinct, the sort he had once known. Extinguishing the blade, he stood up and exhaled, pushing out with his force presence. The fact that he was part of the Sulon law enforcement may not be obvious. The fact that he was part of the Hounds may not be obvious. But the fact that he was a force user, that would have been a clear as day.

"Thanks...I should learn to watch my step." He wasn't sure if the voice echoing out was entirely forthright, but with the sound of the vehicle coming in overhead, he realized that they would need assistance soon. And the thought to question quickly escaped him.

 

[Mediha]

Mediha shook her head at [member="Darius"] , even as billowing clouds of magic sprouted up around several of the entrances in the ceiling. There was little noticeable change in the creatures in the first few moments after they passed through the fog, but, not long after, they began falter in their steps, their breathing came harder, and some found it impossible to make it safely down the walls to their prey. Mediha left the spell to do its work and turned one eye to warding the area around her. It was a quick trap spell, but it would keep anything from sneaking up on her if they evaded the soldiers' notice while she was busy.

[member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] could get the nests and the ones nearby. A witch-bow flared to life in her hand and she pointed it toward the creatures that were already skittering across the ceiling when Mediha's spell had gone to work and had therefore evaded the effects of the poison.

She tracked one slowly, then loosed, burying an arrow in its hindquarters and sending it tumbling from the ceiling with a screech of surprise and pain. She picked another target, tracked it, and loosed; she missed. She re-aimed, fired, and missed again. The bow was not her strong suit.

"Darius?" she inquired tensely into her headset, her eyes following a new target since the other had proved elusive.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: 2
Location: Ord Vaug
Enemies: Pirates
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Post: [2/20]

"Eight."

Within a span of ten minutes, Sofia had killed almost as many men, and had the hightest kill count of her squad. Sniping was fun but it got boring if that was all you ever did. Sofia watched her squad from her hill as she carefully prepared for her next shot. It annoyed her that her actions often went unnoticed by her squad as she did not wait until the eleventh hour to shoot someone who was about to kill one of her fellow squad members thus not allowing her to play the role of the hero.

Just because she was not present on the frontline did not mean she did not save several of the men in her squad multiple times. Whenever she felt unappreciated by her squad, she would just grit her teeth and bear with it since there was not much she could do - for now. At the moment, it was easier for her to be quiet and let her work speak for her - although her sergent was an idiot, he could not argue with data. Sofie hoped that her turn for a promotion would come soon as she set her sights on the next pirate and squeezed the trigger.

"Nine."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The blaster fire rang out around the forest, punctuated by the steady rhythm of a heavy disruptor. "Someone is playing us a tune Nubica and it seems they've upped the tempo."

His comm crackled to life. "Understood Ranger One, we're moving in," he replied.

Jacen was often cautious. In the circumstances and with Nubica now a full Knight who had proved she could take care of himself, caution was thrown to the wind.

There was a pillbox built into the side of the cave. It's repeater was still unmanned. Two guards, looking anxious at the sounds of battle stood in the entrance.

Jacen's blade came to life and he strode out of cover, walking towards the enemy slowly.

[member="Nubica Felidae"]
[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective 1
Looking for booty
Dem Pirates
Galactic Alliance [member="The Revenant"]
5/20


[ Well, you get to live another day. ] the dry, husky feminine voice of Micah’s companion droid, Alex, would float over from the darkness.

“I think this means you lose the wager,” Micah’s voice would echo with notable amusement from the darkness. “You should know better than to bet against me.”

[The odds were one in two that you would get shot for revealing yourself so abruptly. ]

“I had a good hunch.” the Talith quipped back. The entire ghostly conversation would be rather disconcerting for the majority of individuals, but unlikely so for the man who had extinguished his blade. His deftness in moving to a defensive form told Micah that this was not only a Force User, but a man well used to battle. That he had deactivated his saber told more.

“Sorry about that, she gets to get a bit gloom and doom.” Micah would apologize, humor in his tone along with that laid-back friendly air. This only magnified as off to Gabe’s right, three meters back, the camouflage crystals would deactivate on Micah’s armor and reveal him leaning casually against the wall.

Alex wasn’t too keen on doing the same, so she floated along nearby, keeping herself hidden.

[ I merely elaborate on the high probability of your death. ] as programed by Kai to do. Likely to annoy him into not doing anything foolish.

“Her humor meter is set to ninety-five, which has a direct correlation to her sarcasm meter.” he would nonchalantly explain to the other male, as if they were merely having a conversation over a few drinks. Overhead, the whine of a nearing aircraft would slowly get louder.

“She thinks you’re a pirate.” he began to explain, ridiculously continuing as if randomly appearing out of no where was nothing to be alarmed about. “I say you can’t judge a tome by its cover…” a pause, then one could practically hear the ear splitting grin, giving a small gesture over towards the man.

“I place my credits on some kind of muscle,, though.” he joked.

 

[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
5/20

This fight with the Sith wasn't about her prowess against the Zabrak warrior. This battle had nothing to do with honor or pride. It was a cause that went beyond being the hero (or heroine) of the story. This was for the galaxy itself. Sure, the NJO would rather she arrest him, but the tide would not turn with arrests. The imbalance in the Force needed to be restored by any means necessary, and Chevu would kill this man, and still sleep like a baby that night.

If she got out of this ok.

Her focus was now laser-targeted on her own fight. She was sure Coren was doing well against the Sith Lady. Her confidence rarely wavered in Starchaser. The same couldn't always be said for herself. She watched the Zabrak fly back with a grunt, and felt a swell of hope as his sword flew from his fingertips. At the same time, she flew backwards from a Force Push that packed more of a punch than she would have liked. With an "oof," the Mirialan Knight slammed into the side of the building behind her. There was a thunking sound as needles found entrance in her light armor, most of them stopped short by the thick Sullustan leather. There was a prick of pain as she realized that one of them pierced her skin. Not good. There had to be some sort of horrid poison entering her bloodstream now. Before it could take hold, Chevu branched out with the Force, aiming with a burst to push his sword far out of range.

Whatever tricks he had up his sleeve, at least he wouldn't have that. As she wobbled on her feet, she began to cull the light side around her, charging up for an even bigger attack on the Sith.

 

[Jsc]

Second Watchtower
Obj 2 - p2

The dark mist evaporated from around her boots and she let her eyes fall across the field. Seven dead. Guards and engineers. Pirates and vagabonds all. Short lives. That's how she felt about it. Taking a long step over one of the shattered bodies and reaching inside the watchtower to kill the lights. Saves power. Well. Old habits, I guess.

She green cloaked woman surveyed the scene with her rifle at her breast. Looking for clues or useful equipment. Sweet sweet loot and camouflaged scenery. Yeah. Man. It really was, old habits die hard I guess. She had to smirk and nod to herself to stop. There was nothing here. Just another nothing-place in the middle of a nothing-den. Time to check out.

She pulled the green tarp off the pirate's last remaining speeder bike and checked the controls. She'd run. It was in good condition. Even for a pirate base. So the Jedi female slung her rifle and started the old garage. Kickstarting the speeder bike and listening to her purr. Ugh. That engine rattle though. If these pirates had mechanics they were shameful. Just shameful. It was obvious the carb-levels hadn't been adjusted for altitude at all. The fuel mix was going to be all wrong.

Roberts released the clutch with a sigh and sped off into the sun. Eager to return to her previous activities planetside before these scoundrel ruffians called such a mess. The GA boys and girls could handle things from here.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 1
Location: Looking for booty
Enemies: Pirates, obviously
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Micah Talith"]
[7/20]

"The odds were stacked against her..." Gabriel looked towards the companion droid. "Hard to shoot something I can't see. Might want to get the protocol looked at, seems she missed something..." He teased the droid, not sure if it had the same sort of tendencies as his passive aggressive protocol droid. Snapping his head towards the man, seemingly appearing from the shadows, Gabriel scoffed. "A tome..." He placed his hand against his chest, using the time to get a gauge for the individual. "Am I that old looking...that I get comparison to such anachronism?"

Tomes, he actually had always had a preference for words against parchment. A thing he shared with his brother. Though besides that, the looks, and the mandalorian oranges, there weren't many other similarities he could readily consider. At the mention of muscle, he smiled and scratched his forehead. "Close enough. Sulon Law enforcement, expeditionary division. I'm consulting for a brother who works here, another part of my position as Hound in the Galactic Alliance."

"Gabriel Sionoma..." He tilted his head, watching the young man for a moment before stepping forward, pointing towards the ceiling. "That sound, it's my ride. I need to remove a cache from the facility." He said plainly. If he were looking for pirates, it was doubtful he was one. For this instance, he had no reason to not trust the Figure. After all, he saved him from having to deal with a potentially nasty tumble.