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Judah was about to answer the younger Padawan, but he heard the sound of engines overhead. It seamed the airstrike was about to begin. This would no doubt get the attention of the bandits. They had to be ready to defend their position. Stealth didn't matter anymore, so it looked like Mark was off the hook. His eyes turned to see a brunette running towards them telling them to take cover. It dawned on JJ that this was the Ranger who was taking point on setting the markers for the airstrike. Wow she was gorgeous, but now was not the time to flirt. Though JJ really wanted to... cursed Lesan genetics. He had his dad to thank for thinking more about flirting than he did about the objective at hand.
"You heard the lady, Mark, take cover," JJ said as he pulled the padawan to his side and ducked behind boulder.
The boulder would provide sufficient cover for all three, and JJ eyed the woman as they all came around. Yup, she was pretty, and had a great figure... Get you head in the game JJ... Quick introductions were needed at this point. Clearly the Ranger was not with the Republic, but neither was JJ. He was an independent contractor of sorts, affiliated with the Silvers because his master was.
"I'm Judah Lesan Jr. though call me JJ, it's easier."
Judah turned to Mark then motioned for him to introduce himself. Once the strike was done, they wouldn't have time for introductions because they would be fighting. It was now or never."
Location: Antar 5, Near the Mines Objective: Clearing out the mines of Antar 5 of the bandits calling themselves Prindaar Freedom. Allies: [member="Kaitlyn Solay"] l [member="Dair Cotarin"] l [member="Zylah Dvale"] [2/20]
She sensed the impending danger as the Republic bombers made their strafing run to drop their payloads on the enemy's position. Not wanting to get caught in the blast radius, she gathered the Force around her and lept from her speeder; leaving it to continue on it's trajectory toward the enemy's front lines. Aided by the Force, she twisted and turned in the air and landed in a crouching position, retrieving her hilt from her side. Her red eyes watched as the enemy took aim on her speeder and turned it into scrap. A few of the enemy, unaware of the bombers in the air, turned their attention to her; prompting her to ignite her weapon. The yellow blade emerged quickly following the familiar sound of snap hiss as she stepped into her dual form, Shien and Djem So.
Green and red lines began flying her way. The yellow blade moved in blurring speed knocking and batting away the blaster fire, most smacking into the ground in front of her. She knew how to redirect the shots back at the original owner but she was Jedi now which meant she needed to preserve lives rather than taking them. The enemy realizing they couldn't penetrate her defenses switched out their blasters for vibroswords, broke cover, and finally charged her.
She readied herself for the three enemies as they closed the distance, using the time to formulate her defense strategy. Subdue them. No killing if possible. Calling on the Force, she released a small blast of energy knocking all three men backwards, two of them tripping over each other and crashing to the ground. The third, recovering quickly, attacked her. She sidestepped his uncontrolled strike and using his own momentum against him slammed the back of her right elbow into the base of his head, knocking him out before he hit the ground.
She spun her attention to the others and again slammed the one to her left back into the ground with another blast of energy from the Force, driving the air from his lungs. She parried two quick attacks from the third man and when he struck at her once more, she locked his weapon to her saber. Before the bandit could react, she slammed her right leg into his left kneecap following it up with an opened palmed hand into his throat. The man dropped his weapon clutching his throat as he gagged and sputtered trying to intake as much air as possible. With a well timed left hook, she dropped the bandit; adding him to the land of make believe with his mate.
That only left the third and final man, who had recovered enough to howl with rage and attack her. Like before, she parried a couple of attacks before she unleashed her knowledge of lightsaber combat disarming him so quick she saw his eyes grow three times their size in surprise and shock. She lifted the bandit, via the Force, and hurled his body into a nearby tree, watching his unconscious body slump to the ground. Then she dropped to the ground herself just as the first wave of bombs fell on the enemy's position.
Location: Antar 5 Allies: [member="Judah Lesan Jr "] [member="Kaitlyn Solay"] Enemies: Pindaar Freedom Bandits Objective: #2 [4/20]
Mark pulled himself behind the boulder. Hopefully, this would provide cover enough for now. The source of their warning now came running to them, a dark haired woman, probably a ranger, of around 20.
JJ quickly introduced himself to her and told Mark to do the same. "Mark Sage, padawan at the Yavin IV academy. Nice to meet you." he said, "And thanks for the warning. Any particular plan,? Or are we going freestyle?"
[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
[member="Kaitlyn Solay"]
Antar 4 Fahl Corporate Offices Obj 5: But I don't speak Lawyer (p4)
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"...I'm sorry Jedi Rhymes, I know how you feel. But this is business. The Antarian's already signed away their rights to that land and I have every good means to make a profit off it. Men like me don't wander out to these remote territories of the galaxy just for heart. Our plans are already behind schedule as it is. So again. I'm sorry. But there will be no more 'negotiations'."
Jim Cantor was a slim human male with slick blond hair and a taste for pale white suits. He was also only twenty four years old and far too bold for it. He spoke like a man who was used to talking to servants, peons, and flighty secretaries. Probably even had a maid around here someplace. Meh. Rhymes rubbed her chin and tried to remain focused on the task at hand.
"I'm aware of where the paperwork stands Mister Cantor. However. The underground aquifer is another matter. The Antarian Rangers believe another meeting is in order to determine the water rights involved for your new property. The Republic Senate might be want to agree."
He simply shook his head and leaned back in his large leather chair. Unamused by her frontal approach to the topic,
"The Republic Senate hasn't spoken a word today Jedi Rhymes. The only authority I see before me is a Jedi Apprentice acting on behalf of the Rangers and their misguided approach to extortion. Pardon me for saying so, but aren't you a bit unseasoned for this type of thing? Isn't the affairs of Antar 5 more to your... Specificity?"
"Specialty. And no." Megan shook a finger in the air, "The Jedi Delegation is tasked with all relationships that might tie the Republic to Antarian interests. Including requests from the Rangers. I'm afraid I am quite on duty today Mister Cantor. Nothing lacking."
He sighed and rolled his eyes. She was such a bother already and far to young for this. Didn't the Jedi Order have any class these days?
"Fine. But I must insist that you do not speak on behalf of the Senate or it's Committees. Fahl Corporation is an upstanding agent of the Galactic Community and I will not allow it to be pushed around by emissaries of the Church with veiled threats. You are here to convince me to collaborate with the Rangers. Nothing less. ...And. My answer will remain, no."
"Mister Cantor..."
"No. Jedi Rhymes. If the Rangers wish to have a discussion about the water rights pertaining to our legally purchased land they can come here themselves. In fact? We'd be happy to have them. Especially if they wish to purchase the rights to dig wells on our property. I'd be very happy to take their money and sign a contract."
Megan frowned. That was to be the deal then. Buy the water rights from Fahl so that the outer settlements could gain access. Figures. She was just wasting her breath at this point.
"Very well then. I shall take your message back to the Rangers and leave the matter in their hands. Thank you for your time Mister Cantor. May the Force be with you."
He rolled his eyes, "Just stop wasting my time Jedi Rhymes. The Antarian Government has a pocket book. They can speak with it whenever they please. Now. Enjoy the rest of your day. I... Have other matters to attend to."
Megan stood up with a scowl and took her leave. Try as she might, he was probably right. Legally, there was nothing she could do. Only the Antarian Government and the Republic Senate could rip up and nullify Fahl's document of purchase. And they most certainly would not even attempt it. It did appear the two sides were at an impasse. An answer would need to be sought elsewhere. There was simply nothing for it.
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"...What!? Buy the rights? You must be kidding me. He said that?" Sandra Coltos was furious.
"He's not budging and I can't say I really blame him. The ink is already dry. Oh. And speaking of which? You forgot to mention that the purchase was already finalized Sandra. I thought you said that you had another meeting with Fahl scheduled for next week?"
Megan took another bite of her donuts and leaned back in her chair. The cafe' was almost empty at this time of day but neither woman seemed to mind. After all, It had excellent iced coffee. And donuts!
"We have an inspection sited for next week. It would have been the perfect opportunity to speak with Cantor one last time be leaves the system. You don't know how hard of a man he is to get in contact with. It's impossible for a Ranger to get within a mile of his office."
"I got in just fine." Megan sighed.
"You represent a Jedi Delegation from the Republic Senate. Cantor would be crazy to deny you an audience. Especially here. Fahl Corp does tons of business in Republic space. They can't just insult every ambassador that comes knocking on their door. It's bad for business."
"So they just insult the Rangers, right?" She mused.
"No. Mostly just me. Hmph. ...Look. It's over and done alright. We'll just have to think of something else."
Sandra pulled down on her bright crimson blouse and scoffed. She looked rather flustered from the whole affair.
"Donut?" Megan offered with a chuckled.
"What? Oh. No... I'm. On a diet."
"Mmm. I see."
Megan mused and let her happiness linger. Donuts fix everything. Poor Sandra.
"Well Ranger Coltos. Maybe you're looking at this whole thing the wrong way?"
"Oh?"
"There are plenty of perfectly good salt-water purifiers out their for your government to consider instead. The industrial kind. Not just some farmers moisture vaporators. If it really is clean water the Rangers are after? Why not just buy something and install it off the coastline?"
"Well. I had simply hoped you'd able to work your 'Jedi Magic' and get us a good deal for free and without the effort." Sandra sighed and couldn't help but Megan chuckled.
"That's... Mm. That's not exactly how the Jedi Order works Ranger Coltos. We don't just exploit local businesses for other peoples gain. Even for a cooperating government like Antar 4. Hehe. ...And yes. No matter how much of a knucklehead their CEO's might be either."
Sandra nodded and shuffled uneasily. The little Apprentice girl was right. She had been looking for an easy way out.
"I suppose you are correct Jedi Rhymes. Perhaps the Republic showing up on our doorstep isn't the 'Cure All' that our politicians hoped it would be."
Megan smiled. At least now Sandra was thinking clearly again.
"Well. That settles it then. Our business is concluded. Hehe. ...You'll get to pursue other solutions, and I'm off to see how the skirmish on Antar 5 is coming along."
"Ah. Yes. Well. ...Thank you for your help Apprentice Rhymes. Even if it was a long shot? I'm glad it was you who took the challenge. Sorry for the rush. ...And thanks."
"Oh no. Thank you Ranger Coltos. If it weren't for gals like you? The Republic wouldn't be expanding out into this Sector, in the first place. You've done an excellent job thus far."
"Ha. That's far too generous, even for a Jedi. But... Thanks. We make due."
Megan smiled and Sandra leaned back into her seat. Maybe it wasn't such a lost cause of an 'all girls meeting' after all.
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Some moments later the two women took their leave of the cafe and went their separate ways. Sandra went back to being a Ranger Warden on the prowl for legal injustice and Megan once again boarded a taxi headed back to the Embassy. It was time to catch up with the currents happening elsewhere. Her fun little side-quest was now completely, complete.
She even remembered to grab another goody bag to go too. Mmm. Donuts. That weakness is going on her character sheet.
[2/20]
Location: Antar 5, landing zone near the mines
Allies: Team Republic [/SIZE] Objective: #2 Clearing out the mines of Antar 5
[SIZE=10pt]Zylah's speeder raced across the field as she scouted the perimeter of the landing site. So far they had been met with no opposition. This was strange. Did they not know they were coming? Could it be a trap? It seemed unlikely. Perhaps the Republic had caught them off guard. These bandits did not possess the training the Republic military did, nor that of the Jedi. They didn't stand a chance, Zylah thought to herself with a smirk. Her smirk vanished, however, as she spotted someone. Game on. The person had been hiding, but not very well (not for someone close enough to see at any rate). He had immediately spotted her and started running. Despite the trees growing thicker around that area, it would not matter. She was on a speeder, he was on foot. With Jedi reflexes and focus, she would catch up with him while avoiding crashing her speeder into one of those trees. That was the plan, at any rate. Of course she didn't go at max speed - she reduced it considerably - she didn't need to. He could not run forever, and he would not get very far.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He had spotted her from a distance, but she was closing in. That was until blaster fire opened on her from both her left and right. It was a trap! She sensed the danger, but by then it was too late. She managed almost through sheer luck to duck under one bolt, drawing her lightsaber. Zylah didn't even have time to ignite it before the other blaster bolt hit the front of her speeder. The tip broke off, the Arkanian toppling over, flying forwards until she face-planted into the moss. That hurt. Her lightsaber-on-loan had flown out of her hand, landing somewhere off to the side. Meanwhile, the two bandits circled in on her, blaster rifles pointing straight at her. The third one, the one she had been chasing had stopped, and was slowly approaching from a distance. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"This is it for you, Jedi" a male voice informed her that they did not have a policy of taking prisoners. That was... unfortunate. That was when the bombs fell. Air support had arrived. Their target areas was a good distance away from Zylah, but the impact could be faintly felt and the sound heard. The duo looked up in shocked surprise, distracted for a moment. She wasn't going to wait for a better opportunity, she wouldn't get one. The Force had provided her with this one. She flung herself to her feet, immediately flipping over one of them, the Force powering her leap. Zylah would use Guy #2 to obscure herself from Guy #1's line of sight. Her hand stretched out and her lightsaber flew to her hand, immediately roaring to life and coating Guy #2 in a wave of blue as the lightsaber moved in a swift slash. He had managed to turn, but given no time to fire. His torso was carved open, from right hip to left shoulder. This situation was too hot for her to be able to quietly disarm him. She still had two more goons to worry about, at least she hoped there weren't more of them. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Zylah followed up with a Force Push, sending her victim crashing into his friend. This enabled Zylah to focus on Guy #3, who opened fire on her as soon as he saw his friend fall. Zylah did her best to block the incoming blaster bolts, attempting to redirect them back at him. The first salvos bounced back at trees and the ground, but she eventually got a good block that returned fire straight to the man's chest. He went down. That left only Guy #1. At this point he had recovered from the fall, gotten his dead comrade off of him, and was well on his way back up on his feet. Now it was his turn to open fire on the Jedi Padawan. Zylah blocked his blaster bolts as she quickly closed in the distance between them, carving his blaster rifle in half. The blade's edge was now pointed against his throat. Understanding of the situation, he offered no further opposition. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]In the silence that followed, she could hear people talking over his comm radio. Survivors from the bombing checked in with the rest, asking people to report in to confirm their position and status. Messages of people being hit and in need of support were called in. Finally, the roll call came to this small scouting party that was observing the Republic's landing and deployment. "Answer it" Zylah demanded, blade still at his throat, the man now backed up against a tree. "This is Amon. Our position remains uncompromised, standing by." to his credit, his voice came across more calm and collected than she had anticipated. With all that was going on, however, the one he was reporting to might not notice a hint of nervousness. "Report." the voice demanded. This time he hesitated. Zylah did too, for a moment, before she nodded for him to answer. Her lightsaber implied he made no mention of her or other sensitive information. "The Republic seems to have landed their main strike force. Moving in on your location" he watched the Jedi nervously, but she didn't harm him. Had she let him say too much? Perhaps she should've taken the comm, but she had wanted to see if this charade would reveal their positions, perhaps others scouting around their landing area. "Good. Hold your position, watch for reinforcements." the voice over the comm link returned. "You know what to do, Kaara. We'll draw their fire. Once the Republic moves in, hit them. Hit them hard." Shortly after the order was given a female voice replied affirmatively.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"What do they mean?" Zylah asked, realizing her gambit had bore fruit. "Answer me!" she demanded with urgency when she got no reply. She was getting upset, that much was clear. Upset, yes, but she wasn't going to hurt him, not really. He, however, did not need to know about that. Zylah played the role of loose cannon well. She tried to make her presence in the Force imposing, as if to add to the sense of urgency and threat the man would feel. The Padawan didn't know how to control the minds of others, but she made a meagre attempt to influence it. Whether that was the source of her success, or the weapon that had recently brought down two of his comrades, the man started talking "There's another team, waiting by one of the side-shafts. The entrance was hidden before you landed. Once your people start moving into the mines, they are to move in from behind. You'll be hit from two sides" A desperate plan, perhaps, but she didn't sense any deception in him. He was telling the truth. This was bad. The Republic was walking into a trap. "Kark. Give me that!" she snapped the comm out of his hand, placing it in a pocket within her robe. She needed to warn them, but her speeder had been wrecked. She'd have to make it back to the landing zone on foot. Time to make a dash back, with the prisoner. [/SIZE]
Jacen stepped into the back alley warehouse. Two things immediately greeted his view. Firstly, several pieces of cauterised gotal flesh by the other door. He’d seen worse, much worse, but that wasn’t a good sign at all. The bomber was strapped down to a chair, angry welts already apparently across his face through the fur. Several wide gashes were visible across his brow, probably where the skin had split from punches.
With his hand near the saber on his hilt, he walked quickly up to the gotal ranger as he emerged from a kitchen. Wasting no time he moved himself directly into Krart’s path, fixing his gaze. “What the feth is this?” he demanded in an angry whisper.
“Careful,” Krart growled a warning under his breath. Jacen didn’t flinch, despite the way the gotal towered over him. “Did you see how he looked at us? He knew we were there and that means there’s a leak. Can’t take him back for a formal investigation. We need to find out what he knows and right now.”
Jacen held the stare, but his resolve started to falter. He knew what the bulky ranger said was the truth. He’d seen what had happened. If there was a leak within the rangers, the bomber might have been a distraction. There might even be another attack planned. They couldn't let the other rangers know. No, he couldn't let torture continue. It wasn't right. If they didn't stand for this, then what were they fighting for?
"I won't let you break his knees!" Jacen shouted, with a wink. He heard the bomber moan behind them. Perhaps an old fashioned game of good cop, bad cop could prevent any more spilled blood.
OOC/ How about another attack planned at the republic embassy where [member="Dair Cotarin"] is?
A few characters to be typed, a map to be read. "All right," said the navigator. "Uploading the location."
"It's close," said Dazuto, glancing at the map on his panel. "Hang on. We're going in hot."
He gently pressed the yoke forward and lowered his altitude. Surface features on the moon became gradually clearer.
"So, are we expecting any, uhm, resistance?" asked the navigator. He fidgeted in his chair and stared at the ground passing beneath them.
"If we weren't expecting resistance, we wouldn't be bombing them."
"We're going to kill a lot of people, then?"
Dazuto didn't answer. The target was incoming. "Strap in." Dazuto lowered his speed and nosed down. From the cockpit, it was difficult to see what the target actually was. All he could do was hope the target was accurate.
"Firing!"
"We're going to die!"
He nosed the craft down, squeezed the trigger, and unleashed hell. Four proton torpedoes fired from the belly of the bomber and disappeared into the ground. Fiery clouds and black smoke rose in the rear-view. Clumps of dirt rained down.
"Ground Shadow, this is -shut up, Raiph- this is Ocean. Confirm target destroyed?"
Des followed behind Krart, looking dishevilled and forlorn. The other Jedi's attention mostly went out to the two Gotals, and Des was more than content to stay in the background. As far as he was concerned, he'd had more than enough action already. He didn't understand enough of what was going on. It took him a moment to understand what they were doing, and wondered why they should not take his knees? This man tried to murder a cantina full of people. He deserves everything he gets, Des was adamant.
For now, the young Padawan simply watched, forcing himself to keep calm. But his thoughts kept swirling. You murdered someone too. She was just a contact. You don't know how involved she was, and you killed her. Murderer. Guilt would solve nothing, Des knew, but he could not simply brush it aside either.
Macharius was quite late to the meeting. He missed Dair's speech and the others who spoke before the leading Gotal's. That was only a mar on his scheduled. Personally the less time he had to be around these xenos the better. They were a particularly ugly humanoid species to him. Luckily he was good at keeping composure and his thoughts hidden away. The Gotal's had a very good sense for reading emotions and such. This delegation was headed by the Jedi though. Even grounds for everyone except himself really. Wit, charm, and as necessary a closed mouth would see him through this without incident.
Two of his guards entered the room ahead of him. Macharius shambling along with his cane and banged up knee. Numerous Jedi clad in their traditional robes mingled with the lesser power holders on the side lines. The real rulers and negotiators were sat around the central table. Senator Solaire waved off his escort and set a course to someone he recognized. The head of this mission Dair Cotarin. A hand lightly slapped down on his left shoulder. "Padawan Cotarin my apologies for being late. A series of unfortunate events involving personal injury, several Padawans and a slow pilot delayed me. Lucky none of them connected. So would you mind bringing me up to speed and introducing me"? Mach retrieved his hand and placed it back at his side. A courteous smile given towards the junior he was to guide as needed in these talks.
As Krart turned his back on him and headed to the edge of the warehouse, Jacen saw Des emerge from the kitchen. There was something in that expression, but he couldn't put his finger on it. For now, he was more concerned with whether the Gotal Ranger was playing along, or they were about to lock horns. There was a clang as Krart picked up a length of metal, the bulky gotal grunted as he gave it a test swing. He stalked towards the bomber and Jacen moved between them.
"Get out of the way Jedi," he growled.
"What are you going to do?" Jacen demanded.
"I'm going to start with the ankles, move to the knees." There was a whimper from the bomber.
"I can't let you do that."
"What choice do we have?" Krart demanded. "We need to get everything out of him tonight!"
"What if he doesn't know anything?"
The Gotal shrugged. "This this is going to be an unfortunately long night." Before Jacen even saw him move, a meaty arm had shoved him to the ground. As he view rolled and his hands automatically reached out to stop his fall, he heard a sickening crack behind him. Combat reflexes had him rolling and back on his haunches quickly.
The bomber cried out in pain. Voidstalker could see his foot now at an odd angle. He reached out with one hand as Krart raised the length of metal again. The massive gotal ranger came to a slow halt. Jacen's brow furrowed in concentration as he held him in place telekenetically. He turned his eyes to the bomber and gave him a pleading look. "I can't hold him all day..." he grunted through clenched teeth.
Des watched impassively, sunken in his own thoughts. But still, the situation puzzled him. He had known plenty like Krart back on Haruun Kal. There, the place Des considered home, such people were leaders. They commanded respect and did not tolerate weakness in their followers. This Jacen was almost a veteran, someone who claimed to have been through the wringer. So why was he holding back? "This is reality," Des said, his voice hoarse. "Are you scared of doing what must be done?" He turned to the other Jedi. "This is war, Voidstalker. This is what it does to you. Are you going to let it do you in, or are you going to fight?"
Location: Antar 5, mines
Allies: [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Dazuto"] & any other Republic peeps in the area
Enemies: Pindaar Freedom banits (NPCs)
Objective: #2
The Antar 4 born ducked down behind a boulder to which the two guys meandering around the area had taken cover from the inbound bombing run. The young Ranger had worked with Jedi before, but they had always been experienced ones, not like these apprentice types. This was going to get interesting real quick.
"Kaitlyn Solay… Scout with the Antarian Rangers," she offered curtly just before the proton torpedoes made their presence known.
The sound was almost deafening. Good thing Kai had put her ear plugs in. This wasn't her first rodeo. Raising slowly up above the boulder after the dust settled, she checked the status of the target with her macrobinoculars.
"Ground Shadow to Ocean. You nailed it. Thanks!" she radioed back to airman above.
Kaitlyn pulled her blaster rifle from around her back and released the safety bringing it to the ready.
"You saber jockeys lead the way and I'll cover the rear… Now let's move out, and keep sharp! They know we're here by now."
Location: Antar 5, mines
Allies: [member="Kaitlyn Solay"] | [member="Mark Sage"] | [member="Dazuto"] & any other Republic peeps in the area
Enemies: Pindaar Freedom banits (NPCs)
Objective: #2
[5/20]
Judah nodded at the introduction, and covered when the airstrike hit their mark. Debris flew, announcing their arrival, and one thing the Ranger was right about was the fact the enemy knew they had arrived. JJ knew he was going to have to kill today. While most Jedi deemed it reasonable to handicap, Judah knew enough details to know this group would not allow for that. It was kill or be killed. Mercy would only be met with treachery. It might not be fully the way of the Jedi, but Judah was not fully beholden to the code his father had sworn to uphold. The man was ready to do what needed to be done.
"A scout? Is that like a shadow?"
JJ had only heard of the rangers before now. He knew nothing of their structure and was genuinely curious. Truthfully he figured his curiosity would be met with a glare. There was something about the way she told him what to do that reminded him of his mother. Why was it attractive? Apparently the Lesan men were attracted to strong women. There wasn't much time though, she was right about that too. JJ simoly sprung into action. Though a empath like his father, he leaned to the discipline of a guardian like his master and Aunt. Well she wasn't his aunt, but close enough to it.
Running into the blast sight, Judah caught site of the first wave of bandits exiting. Blaster fire ensued. Calling his Lightsaber to his dominant hand, Judah ignited the bright green blade, and began to provide cover for the rest behind him. The Jedi strategically directed the boots back to the men firing them, taking out many with their own bolts. Two were foolish enough to engage him with cortosis weave vibroswords. The first stabbed and the second slashed for his legs. Good thing [member="Cambria Zadira"] had taught him Ataru. JJ leapt over them both cutting one near in two as he did, and decapitating the other as he landed on his feet. This did not phase him. Judah continued toward the base.
"I've cleared an entrance, move now before the next wave comes," he pressed to their minds trusting they had each taken care of their part of the first wave of bandits.
Location: Antar Objective: To have an awful lot of fun Theme: It’s murder on the dance floor
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxBRfhwv5jU
‘I’ll have to play If you think you’re getting away I will prove you wrong I’ll take you all the way Boy, just come along Hear me when I say Hey, it’s murder on the dance floor.’
Melori reviewed the data. Gas giant – boring. In the Prindaar system – boring. Has six moons – even more boring. Four of the moons supported life. She threw the datapad away. Who cares? Really, who the kark cared about such stuff.
Her sister and Master was on some jaunt. Ruusan or somewhere similar. And so Melori was going to take advantage by travelling to find herself some Gotals, before the Republic went and protected them all.
The tall and hairy humanoid sported twin conical horns that doubled as electromagnetic sensors – which made them perfect hunters. So Melori felt like finding out how they’d like to be hunted. The cat was away, so the mouse would most definitely play.
So she set her ship down on the planet’s surface, on the edge of one of the larger settlements and disembarked. Of course the ship would not look out of place. It was a Jedi Corvette after all. Her karking sister’s! So she wandered into town, her black robes not necessarily setting her apart as a Sith. Even the black hooded cloak – currently pulled up over her head would give any clues just yet. The only tell-tale sign would be her Force presence. As if to prove the point she sensed the area and…oh…hello…a Jedi. Well if there was one thing better than killing a Gotal, it would be a little Padawan.
So she strode purposefully in the direction of the aura and smiled. Not a broad smile, but a thin one. But most definitely a malevolent one. She was about to dance and she could just tell there would be murder on the dance floor.
Location: Antar 5, Near the Mines Objective: Clearing out the mines of Antar 5 of the bandits calling themselves Prindaar Freedom. Allies: [member="Kaitlyn Solay"] l [member="Dair Cotarin"] l [member="Zylah Dvale"] [3/20]
When the dust had finally settled, literally, she lifted her head up and saw smoldering craters where the enemy had once been entrenched. Not wasting time, she pushed herself up and ran toward the entrance keeping her eyes on the opening and her senses on locating any dangers in the vicinity. A quick peek into the mine provided her with the knowledge that it was poorly illuminated, which played to the bandit's advantage. She deduced that they were hoping the normal front and line troops of the Republic would be forced to use torches to see where they were going, and the bandits would use that as a beacon to focus their attacks. But she didn't need lights to show her the way, she had the Force.
Not wanting to expend her Force energy needlessly, she would walk a feet feet, stop and crouch, and expand her senses out to pinpointe the enemy. She could feel their movements in the mine but she was far from estimating their closeness to her position. She needed to be cautious. Changing tactics, she began moving through the mine's shafts in a crouching position, robbing the enemy of having an upright target to shoot in case they spotted her first.
Suddenly she stopped as the presence of several individuals had appeared on her radar. She looked around, spying a natural crevice wide enough for her to squeeze into. When she did, she noticed that she could move through this hidden path and allowed her own curiosity to take the controls. The path twisted this way and that way, finally moving into an incline. After several minutes, the path spilled her out onto a ledge that overlooked a small camp; hosted by five bandits.
She rubbed her chin, her mind playing out different strategies and scenarios.
Location: Antar 5, landing zone near the mines Objective: Warn the Republic Strike Force about possible ambush, rejoin front-line offensive Allies: [member=Kaitlyn Solay] | [member=Ciara Jevnaker] | [member=Judah Lesan Jr.] | [member=Mark Sage] + other objective 2 peeps
[SIZE=10pt]She had nothing on her to help restrain the man, but she was determined to bring him back as a prisoner. Currently she had him running in front of her, lightsaber activated as a reminder for him not to try anything funny. He was unarmed and knew better than to turn on a Jedi in a situation like this. His two allies had gone down. She had killed them. Should she feel bad? Was it wrong of her? Had there been other solutions? At the time she hadn't thought of any other ways of responding to the situation she found herself in. In truth, there hadn't been much thinking involved, she had merely reacted. The thinking came now. She had killed someone. Zylah wasn't sure how she felt about it, how she ought to feel. In fairness, they had tried to kill her first. Disarming three enemies, who all had quite some distance between the other would've been a challenge. Was that reason enough not to try? Did shoving it off as more manageable to strike with lethal intent exempt her from guilt? She would have to meditate on this once the battle was over. There was a good chance they wouldn't be the last to fall on her lightsaber before this was over. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"Stop" Zylah said. She needed to think. "No, don't turn, keep facing forwards" she instructed her prisoner when he started to turn towards her. He turned back, obediently. This wasn't working out. This was too slow. There was no way she'd get back in time without her speeder. Her own comm link had been broken in the fall, and examining the comm link of her prisoner didn't do much good either. It was a limited frequency commlink, with only a few preset settings and unable to be calibrated to custom wavelengths. For Force's sake... Wait. The Force. That was her solution. She had never attempted this outside the Jedi Academy, but then again, there hadn't been many occasions where she had been outside of the Jedi Academy. "I'm sorry" she offered, a stark contrast to the aggressive tone she had had before. She deactivated her lightsaber "Sorry about wha-" he started, but got interrupted as the padawan hit him to the back of his head with the hilt of her lightsaber, striking him unconscious. "No distractions" she said to his limp body. She clipped the lightsaber back into her belt, and lifted the bandit, putting him over her shoulder.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Zylah closed her eyes, blocking out all other sound. She needed to focus. It wasn't that it was the most advanced of techniques, in all likeliness it was rather basic, but her experience with this sort of thing was lacking. The Arkanian half-breed opened herself to the Force, reaching out and letting it flow through her, focusing it to her feet as she kicked off. Zylah channelled Force Speed, her body sprinting at a seemingly impossible pace, attempting to become but a blur to the naked eye. At least that's what she hoped it looked like. Her effective use of Force Speed wasn't of such a quality, and she was far slower than the speeder. However, she was running in a straight line this time, and it was the best card she had. [/SIZE]
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Location: Antar
Allies: probably not this chick - [member="Melori Raaf"]
Objective: Survive the first dance
Theme: Pull Me Closer, Violent Dancer
I've got a monster to tame
It looks a lot like your face
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4TkG3QQC24
I've got a monster to please
It says to dance with me
Please violent dancer drag yourself to the floor
And don't stop swinging till we break down the doors
Uri stood in the courtyard with a few gotals discussing the fauna and flora of the system and even comparing it to his homeworld of Agamar. They were fairly similar and the topic came easily to both sides. Uri was in the middle of a story about his Agamarian beast when he saw the ship decending to land. It was Jedi Corvette. One that looked oddly familiar but he shrugged it off since all ships pretty much looked the same to him. It was probably just a master or knight coming to join Uri. They will be surprised to hear that there isn't really thing to be done in the settlement. They were farely close knit and helped each other already.
As the figure got off the ship, Uri first assumed she was his friend, the Arkanian Padawan. She was a Jedi Shadow who wore the black robes. He reached out through the force only to find a signature that was foreign to him. It reminded him of the Dark Jedi he encountered on Alderaan. He had a bad feeling now. His hand reached out and placed itself on the shoulder of one of the Gotal. His voice faintly whispered, "You should have everyone go inside and stay there."
He began to walk toward the woman walking towards him it was then he saw the twisted smile, "I don't believe we've met are you from Ossus Academy?" He knew what he expected the answer to be but deep down he hoped he was wrong.
Location: Antar Objective: To continue to have an awful lot of fun Theme: Ever dance with the devil baby?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uao73FefA4
‘Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no Make my day Do you feel lucky? Oh no Tomorrow's another day
Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no Turn water into wine? Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no Can you tell me another lie?
So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star.’
Melori strode up to where she knew the Jedi to be. It was a confident walk – bordering on the arrogant. Who are we kidding? She was arrogance personified. Her sister and Master had managed to curb her obsession with killing Jedi (and one in particular) and had managed to instil patience in her, but her egotistical nature was beyond even a Sith Lord to rein in.
Her baby blue eyes and pale skin looked angelic almost, when she pulled back the hood to reveal her flowing blonde hair, the image was complete. She smiled as she walked and pulled on her gauntlets. Her prize from her visit to Korriban.
As she approached the Jedi he spoke to her. For a split second she wondered if she could use his naïvety against him. But she sensed his words were little more than a formality, he knew what she was and therefore her true intentions.
So she dropped her cloak and drew her saber with her right hand. With a snap hiss the crimson blade activated and she performed a Makashi salute before turning her body ninety-degrees and adopting a single-handed low guard – the saber pointing in the direction of the Jedi.
And as she did so, her pale blue eyes morphed yellow and finally her irises were ringed with crimson. And still she chose not to speak.
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Location: Antar Allies Confirmed Enemy: The devil with a crimson saber - [member="Melori Raaf"]
Objective: Survive the first dance
Theme: My music isn't on this comp. >.>
Uri didn't react to women like most men did. He saw her beauty letting his eyes admire her but he never felt attraction to her. His stomach didn't flutter. His heart didn't skip a beat. As the other padawans told him it would. He'd yet to experience that yet with anyone. As a monk in a monastery surrounded by only men, one would think his hormones would have went haywire after joining the jedi and hitting puberty. He'd be attracted to at least one girl. Nope. He was still fairly stupid when it came to the topic of love anyway. He didn't understand it and frankly chose not to. Still he couldn't help but feel she was familiar to him like he had seen her somewhere before. He knew her. He knew her from somewhere but he couldn't place it.
His thought was interrupted by her preparation. Putting on the gauntlets. Taking off her cloak. He knew where this was going, and he didn't wish it to go there. When she ignited her blade that was when he had his final confirmation. She wanted a duel... Or maybe just his death. He didn't dwell on that. Her saber of choice was on he had faced before at least. One of his closes friends used Makashi and a curved-hilt light saber. He preferred her green to this sith's crimson however. Uri imagined she would be much more aggressive as well.
She was ready. Makashi salute and then set in a low guard. That meant it was his turn. He was a healer however. More importantly he was a consular. He let his body remain relaxed. He took a small step forward and then raised his hands past his Light sai and showed her his palms. He wondered if she would think he was really surrendering. She looked smart probably not. That was what he looked like he was doing however. hand up in front of his shoulders, palms turned to face her, elbows and thumbs tucked in, knees bent slightly. To the untrained eye, it looked like a surrender.
"I know you," He called to her leaving the statement at that. He did believe he knew her he just couldn't remember how. He also hoped that she wouldn't attack an unarmed opponent.
Location: Antar
Objective: Get the party started
Theme: Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ04WbgI9rg
‘All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in there?
To give me just what I need?
Another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
One by one hidden up my sleeve
Will I find a believer?
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide
All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, when it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Done, done, on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm on to the next one.’
And they said the Sith liked to talk? At least they bated their opponent – something Melori failed to see the benefit of. But the Jedi’s offering? “I know you?” It was unlikely. She’d recognise him from a while away and she most definitely did not know him from the next Jedi.
She was in no mood to parlay, she never did. She desired a purely physical victory over her opponents, rather than using the ‘higher’ Sith tradition of the Dun Möch tactic. If that made her unique, so be it. Her arrogance could cope with that concept.
So she stood her ground. She’d given him the chance to respond and he’d eschewed it. He’d even held his hands up in some mock defensive posture. He may be feigning something but her new-found patience was at war with her desire to end the fight before she died of old-age. So she decided to prod him into action. A little pain should do the trick.
Lifting her left hand, a blue light coalesced around it and then sparks arced until Force Lightning leaped from her fingertips and towards the Padawan’s chest.
