Antithesis Campaign - Homeworld (Domination of the Aing Tii Hex)

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Kal'Shebbal Northern Outskirts
Allies: [member="Dorsca Waverunner"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 11/37

They must be out of my telepathy range, she thought, while she guided those delirium tremens-suffering pirates back into the portal, where the others suffering with delirium tremens were tended to, while having to take them through one by one due to the dangers of delirium tremens. In all a half-dozen pirates aimlessly wandered on that side of the portal, where the Charon were lurking around the corner, before being herded back from Otherspace: the portal was actually one of those portals that allowed people to get from realspace to Otherspace. And a stay in Otherspace does nothing to help them as their fingers and toes turn blue, among other things; the temple is now filled with those drunk pirates, suffering from acute alcohol poisoning thanks to the Utai Ottegan Mead, of which it was the first batch ever brewed. Once back from the portal to Otherspace, Janick wastes no time calling in the Coast Guard through comms:

"Coalition Navy, this is the Judge detachment on Aing-Tii: we need a shuttle large enough to bring about 30 pirates suffering from acute alcohol poisoning into custody"

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Theresa Lod"]



"So, we're here to steal an ancient rock, form more ancient ruins, from extragalctic nightmare soldiers?" Vorhi smirked, the searing pain of the hang-over quickly fading. He smirked. "You had my heart at ruined tower, honey," he said to the engimatic, totally real woman in front of him. He nodded to Jorus. "Gotta feeling I'm gonna learn more than whatever the suppoed pay-off is, anyhow. Never dealt with these Charon guys. Undead, extra-galactic, with organic tech? Are they force-dead like Vong, too?" He chuckled. "If I can't see them, that'll add to the effort. But I'm still coming, either way," he mused as he followed him toward the entrance. He couldn't wait--he did so love a good mystery.

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Theresa Lod"] @Chip

Thane rose to his feet. Jaw dropped by the sight of the tower and the story the woman had about nightmares and extraplaner existence and some stone that bled darkness across the area. This sounded far too much like a fairytale. But if Jorus was going, Thane wasn't about to let him have all the fun.

"You got it ghost lady, shoot the things, steal the stuff and don't die. Easy peasy. Muah!" He blew a kiss as he ran off after Jorus and Vorhi

Pulling his two sidearms, Thane caught up and followed into the ruins to investigate these Charon things. Stuff to kill and loot to...well...loot I guess. But still, dungeon exploration! Another tale to tell back at the bar.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Kal'Shebbal Northern Outskirts
Allies: [member="Dorsca Waverunner"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 12/37

Before the pirates that strayed into the Otherspace portal and were herded back into realspace could be taken into custody, she realizes that her plan to catch those pirates was not without its risks. They might have done piracy over this region, and they have yet to realize that, while Dorsca tended to the pirates, to make sure that the pirates would survive until taken into custody, Janick was taking the inventory of the stuff that was to be seized from them: aurodium, a cache of weapons and other stolen works of art, and also a cache of datapads filled with databanks. Maybe these were part of the databanks or some such things. But that was not her duty to comb through the contents of the databanks contained in the seized datapads. That was to be left to slicer droids in use by specialized police. For the time being, she had to separate the loot from the drunken pirates, and hopefully be placed on remand and get the requisite care to survive to a trial.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

WRITER POST #1

PITANN​

ALAS!

Galen grunted as he smashed another drink and swilled the empty bottles contents into the dirt. He lit a cigarette, letting the noxious smoke waft through the cantina, just as a rumbling sound hit the city. He was here on a resupply mission for his ship, The Jolly Roger, but there was something amiss.

His Yuuzhan Vong companion Zaedra was the first to sense it, her ear hearing the screams before his.

"Galen, something is happening. Some kind of......PAIN!" She clicked her mandibles in delight and his eyes snapped to the door.

With a heavy sigh the Ex-Gladiator unslung his heavy machine gun and nodded.

"Whatcu got Zaedra?" He asked, voice super gruff and scratchy.

"Nothing yet. Shall we go look?"

"Hold on, let's have Sasha have a look see eh?"

He closed his eyes, concentrating hard upon the link between them. The Nexu roared, broke her tether outside the bar, and charged down the street. As she charged she split the crowds like a nuke splits an atom, and he laid his own eyes, through her upon the threat.

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"Gladiator droids? Oh hell naw!"​

"Does this mean we will be bringing the pain brother?"

He put away the Machine gun, drawing both Machetes from his back as smoke drifted from his nostrils.

"Gladiator games are my speciality."

Both blades spun end over end.

"Let the fething games BEGIN!"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

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KAL'SHEBBAL NORTHERN OUTSKIRTS​

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WRITER POST #2​

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Months, years, days. These were all measurements of time the young drifter had used to measure her passing in the galaxy. Yet as of late, she found time eluded her and especially the closer she got to the world which had a mysterious feeling to it. She was a stowaway for some time, living inside a cargo crate, consuming fish and other goodies aboard Janicks ship.

Until now.

Maybe one month? Maybe one week!

The young lady had followed Janicks every move, latching on to her. As Pirates were apprehended she decided now was the time to make her move. She was not special by any means, just an ordinary salvager girl in a complex a galaxy trying to make her way in it.

Two of the Pirates jeered as they were put into cuffs, and she stalked past them, lightsaber jingling on her hip. and salvaged tunic dirty as all the nine hells of the void.

Janick might be surprised to see the fifteen year old girl pop up out of the ground. But she could hold her own. Especially when it came to swinging wrenches and other things to break a bone or two

"Well then, this has been a fun trip! But what in the feth is all this?" She asked, eyeing over the Pirates.

Janick was gonna be really surprised, and really confused.

Meh!

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Theresa Lod"]

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THE AIING'TII MOTHER SHIP!​

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WRITER POST #3

This wasn't right!

Something was off. She felt the distance of space closing in, and she was in her rack aboard her freighter The Fleabag, relaxing. Until suddenly she wasn't and she felt her world shatter. She was definitely not aboard The Fleabag. The illusion shattered once more, and she found herself face to face with a monk, clad in nothing but silver robes.

"Let me go."

"We cannot, Seraya of the Whsiperwinds. You have practised our arts for years, flow walking, tricking, conjuring up illusions. Yet you know not what it means to truly be a student of the white current. Which is why you have been chosen."

"Chosen for what? Let me OUT!" She roared.

"Chosen for a flow walk. You will see what is present, what is past, and what is future both for you and us, should you choose to so recklessly continue your adventures using our crafts."

She paused, looking around for an escape route. There was nothing, not even the slightest crack. No she was trapped in here with this babbler, this loony. Eight solid walls, with no way out.

She'd felt something similar before, but only just.

"Well feth me."

"You are so arrogant Apprentice Whisperwind. Why do you cuss so easily?"

"Because, I'm a passionate gal."

"You know as well as I passion cannot net you what you seek."

"Feth off."

The Monk sighed.

"You know normally it is the greatest of honors for an Aiing'Tii to even speak with you. Yes arrogant, reckless, foolish. These are you Seraya Whisperwind, but by the end, once the three guides visit you, your heart will sing to a different tune."

"Yeah feth you buddy!"

She reached down, grasping for her DL-44. Except it was not there, and she felt herself drifting as if through a dream.

"Oh voids, I'm really karked aren't I?"

The Monk smiled and then broke into laughter. As the room faded into utter black, the laughter echoing was his only and last response....

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Kal'Shebbal Northern Outskirts
Allies: [member="Dorsca Waverunner"] [member="Veera"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 13/37

"You're on Aing-Tii, and these pirates seemed to just spring out from the portal inside the temple, a portal leading to Otherspace"

Janick was surprised to see that one person stowing away in the bomb bay of the Chiloon while she was handcuffing the pirates suffering from alcohol poisoning in the temple where the Otherspace portal was. Sure, the takeoff process from Utapau did not allow her to keep track of everybody coming underneath, with the concentration required from her to get the preflight process done. But how could she even get anywhere near the bomb bay? I get that the preflight checks require one to make sure that the bomb bay works, that leaves only a short window for that to occur, she thought, while pondering how to ensure the safety of the inmates once the Charon pirates are in prison, knowing what she knows about them. Even then, it was puzzling to see those Charon pirates just wanting to massacre the targets of their piracy, and loot them afterward while having no prisoners in tow. These Charon pirates will no longer plague the Aing-Tii sector: if there's an equivalent to a magma cell, they should be incarcerated in it, or otherwise be in a maximum-security prison, due to the dangers they will cause to other inmates, she thought, while her expression became increasingly embarrassing.

"Utinni!" Janick screeched, while being decidedly non-Jawa.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

P I T A N N​

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[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

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"You can just say it."

Walk snorted and just kept on walking, opting that silence said more than enough in this particular situation. The scarf wrapped around his neck and pushed-up to cover his mouth helped, but the thick beads of sweat were still trickling down his temple. Didn't help that it felt like his bones were like glue. What with the gravity being heavier than the usual weight pulling at you in the Core Worlds or other livable planets.

"Look okay, you were right. We shouldn't have landed here." Now that got a ping of satisfaction out of him, if only a ping, because of the situation they were in.

"Hey Del, I wasn't gonna say I told you so, but since you put it like that-" Blaster bolts suddenly erupted over their heads and hit the sand dunes across of them. The plasma immediately warped the sand, turning it into glass.

"Shut up and run!"

Now, no matter how much pleasure he got out of saying I told you so, but if there was one thing that could get Walk running the run, it was being shot at. They had been running an errand about a day ago, then one of Delilah's contacts tipped her off about a payday on Pitann.

Just an expedition that had failed to report in and had been researching crystal deposits in the desert.

Problem was, the gravity had played havoc on their ship - like Walk suspected - and then they were immediately hit by fire from all the wrong parties. They had gone down, the ship wrecked and they had been trying to dodge the goons send by either Frodo or the Bantha for the past three hours.

Another salvo of blaster shots went wide, but that made Walk notice something.

"There! In the dune, you see that?" It was a glimmer of steel, an entrance to... something. Who knew what it was? But right now their options were really limited.

 

[Delilah Keyes]

Pitann​

​Post 1​

[member="Walker Ducarte"]​

It wasn't always easy admitting to Walker when she was wrong. He was just so damn smug about it. But Del had been *spectacularly* wrong about this job, and she owned it.

Not that it would matter much if Sonny or Fredo's goons left their bodies to the sands.

Aw, who was she kidding? Whichever one of them had sent these bozos, they'd want to see at least *one* of the bodies.

Honestly, it was only luck that kept the two crime bosses from pooling their resources to come after the pair together. Luck that she was very happy about, thank you very much, but luck nonetheless. It was only a matter of time before that ran out of course, but Del hoped it would be a long while yet. Neither organization worked together normally, and on the rare occasion they did brush domains it usually led to blaster fire, not hand shakes.

Not that any of that helped them right now of course.

Delilah was handling the heavy gravity slightly better than Walker, but the polluted air was giving her more trouble. She could feel each breath, like a squeeze box whining in her chest each time she drew air in. The wheezing was quiet for now, but she expected it to get louder- and running wasn't helping that at all.

As soon as he pointed out the glint, she angled toward it. Popping off a few wild shots behind them right as they crested a dune (so exposed it made her teeth clench), she planted her feet, letting their momentum carry her down in a smooth glide. Sand and grit bit at the slice of exposed skin around her eyes, already red and raw, but she simply grimaced and bore it- nothing else to be done.

As they got closer, it looked like the door to a shelter, but who would build one way out here? It had to be one of the older mining shafts, closed up and abandoned. While she hated the idea of going into a dark unknown, it was some small improvement to the blazing, unbreathable death trap they were currently wading through. If they could block the door from the inside, it would give them a reprieve, time to think.

She reached the door first, reaching out to yank it open-

It wouldn't budge.

"Chit!" She wheezed.

"Walk, cover me!"

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Deleritas
Objective: Trade
Allies: Captain August
1/37

Elaine Thul and her personal housecarls and trade delegation had arrived form Elysian. The planet imported food and build materials, these where major exports from her home world. The revenue this deal could create, could help build a proper city for her people, and help towards making her people lives better. The population had grown since she first found it, as it a magnet for refugees. The his made army strong again, as the defeated never wanted to be defeated again. As if her world fell their was no where else they could run, so many where happy to take up arms to defend the planet. Though a blaster could do little, against an orbital bombardment. So her plan was grand, and thus expensive. She had a lot to offer them, but they had money to pay for it, though the price had to be right.

She was quite serious about making this work, she had taken a month out, and booked up a whole hotel. She was based in the capital Anima, near place are Anis.

She had her things unpacked, and waited in her room.
Tomorrow would be a busy day.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

P I T A N N​

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[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

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There was nothing to do but follow behind Del and hope that the glint of metal was their salvation in this very moment. They didn't have anything else, after all, if it wasn't? They would simply have to run through the desert until they died from either exhaustion, dehydration or them finally getting the beat on them and killing them.​

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"Right!" It was almost natural for them.​

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Once they got into a situation like... this, where they needed strict action, she took over completely and Walk followed along.​

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Matter of experience and competence.​

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Walker didn't mind. She kept him alive and that was that, there no room for being petulant and prideful, when your life was at stake. He lined himself up the slope (the door was buried inwards of a small dune) and waited.​

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Behind him he could hear the door groaning against her pull.​

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Couldn't help though. Already the thugs were coming into view and his blaster roared. One was taken down and that send the other scattering.​

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Difficult to take them out when they were angling from every direction.​

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Shots kept firing at him, focused solely on him for how, but Walk managed to take down another one. A shout of triumph (Del of course) made him look over his shoulder. "Walk, let's go!" She shouted and Walker turned around completely.​

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Lucky too.​

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A blaster bolt scorched clean against his shoulder, instead of hid heart. Fire steaming against his flesh, lights in his eyes, but all that Walk did was curse and run after Del.​

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Once inside the door slammed shut and was bolted.​

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Almost immediately after he slumped against that same door, hand trying to instinctively touch the burn wound. Common sense prevailed. It hurt like a fether, but the man managed not to scream or whine about it.​

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"How bad is it?" He asked her, his eyes closed to stay the pain.​

 

[Captain August]

2/37

His job was here was simple, if things where ever simple. His men where here the week before, checking out all the people who come and go from hotel. Also the near by district, in case she went for a walk. The job looked easier enough, nothing to be over concerned with. His men where stationed all over the hotel, and some even got jobs in the hotel, so keep an easy eye on staff. As it was high profile talks, and thus dressed in light combat armour, and had side arms Heavy Blaster Pistols, while the ones posing as members if staff had concealed blasters. He had even hired a slicer, to hack into the local cctv, to give him a good view of what was happening locally, and get the police records. Though this was all in days work for him, and then he waited in his room for reports to come in and to work out where she had to be tomorrow. Though that was another day, today his job was just keep an eye on the hotel, as her servant unpacked her belongings so she could set up camp here.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax kept an eye on both woman, neither of which seemed particularly friendly at the moment. What had happened to Kytra? Hopefully not dead... Both saber were ready by this point, one pointed to each of his opponents. A couple tense moments passed as each waited to make the first move. And then it happened. Bolts of lightning hurled from Dax's fingertips, splitting the air screaming straight for [member="Aria Vale"]. But that had only been a feint. A gamble to have the newcomer begin an attack, and by doing so open herself up for one as well. Disengaging Aria, he turned back around to face [member="Vaylin"] to launch an attack at whatever weakness she may have left open.

 

[Delilah Keyes]

Pitann​

Objective: RUN​

[member="Walker Ducarte"]​

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Three hours of running in the desert made something that should have been at most an irritant actually difficult. The sand had drifted a third of the way up the door, and gotten into the hinges- rusted, but from the corrosive air rather than moisture- and Del put all of her weight into it with a grunt and a wheeze.

It seemed like an eternity.

But the hinges cried out in protest, and they were in.

"Walk, let's go!"

She didn't see when he got hit, her attention on the door, first to open and then to force closed again, securing it and plunging them into darkness. That he had been was clear the moment she dug a glow rod out of her belt and shook it until it glowed. Stick shoved between her teeth without a though, she knelt beside him.

"I'm nod a medid," she said awkwardly around the glow stick. " 'Old sdill."

That.... did not look good.

It had missed his heart, but hit the meat of his shoulder. As far as taking a hit went, it wasn't a terribly place to take one, but this hadn't been a glancing blow. The hollow of his shoulder was just so much burnt meat and singed clothing. She kept her face schooled carefully though.

Sometimes, Del went into a job armed with nothing but a smile, a pretty dress, and a knife strapped to her thigh. Fortunately this hadn't been one of those days and she fished a bacta patch out of her kit and applied it as best she could.

"It looks worse than it is," she lied with a smile, after taking the glow stick out of her mouth. "Going to hurt like hell though."

The first BANG on the door echoed through the small antechamber, vibrating against Walker's back. She frowned, holding the glow stick up and watching the door as another BANG rattled it.

"Come on, let's move you away from the door. I think that'll hold, for awhile anyway," she said, meaning the bar on the inside. It helped that the wackos hadn't noticed the location of the hinges and were trying to break the door *in*.

"Rest here for a minute, okay? I'll go check out what's ahead of us and then we'll figure out where to go from here."

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin's feral nature didn't pertain well to a more defensive combat style, it relied more on being the aggressor; like a beast going in for their prey. Although [member="Aria Vale"]'s training with her had gradually brought some more finesse to how she fought. While the various methods worked in their own, the Zabrak tended to fall back on stronger attacks and in fewer swings. Instead Aria had instilled the notion that moving quicker and attacking a lot more could work just as effectively.

It was still very beast-like, teasing their prey by maiming them initially and weakening them over time.

But she was still learning, and when Vaylin saw an opening to attack - she took it.

As [member="Dax Fyre"] turned to blast lightning towards Aria, the Zabrak moved in to attack. She angled her lightsaber to slash the rogue master's side, but was taken by surprise when he whirled back around and went in for his own assault.

Vaylin had to divert her attempt, shifting her blade to her exposed side and blocked Dax's swing. Their blade's clashed, and slashed his second towards her. Vaylin however hopped back, avoiding it. She growled lowly at the fact she had gotten no where. Their opponent was on the defensive making it difficult to get in any attacks.

An idea struck her, and as she kept her eye on Dax, she telepathically reached out to Aria.

Master, any ideas on how to deal with this guy?

 

[Delaney Wilder]

P I T A N N​

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[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

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With Del's help he managed to stumble away from the door and into the corridor.

Farther down the lights were down, but her glowstick's light illuminated parts of it anyway - long stretch of straight walk, until a slope took the rest of the view out of the equation. The mining portion seemed right. No one was around though and the walls (crude brushed iron weary of the sand raging against it) hadn't been maintained in what seemed like a decade.

But what really scared him was Del's expression.

Lack thereof anyway.

It meant that his wound was worse than she was trying to let on. It was her game-face, the one she used to hide herself and put up a front towards the Galaxy. He had seen it numerous times since their first meeting. Not that it really mattered right now. Either he would survive or he wouldn't. Make a mess out of things now by not controlling his emotions (or pain) wouldn't help them.

Didn't mean he didn't curse softly when she applied the patch.

"Careful, Del, you ain't got my great strength and competence to have your back right now." Walk teased, before groaning again. "Just scream my name if you need the assist. Got enough experience with shouting my name anyway."

Now there was a mischievous smirk there.

Still pain-laced, but the jokes helped put his mind off of things.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Deleritas
Objective: Trade
Allies: Captain August

She got herself ready for the first of the trade meetings, though their where a few other meeting taking place. Some where about what standards they they expect, the weight the packaging should come in. The business and lawyers where doing this discussion, as they knew what they could deliver, and the could make the contract. This and lot's of other tedious details, her job was to act as an ambassador to her people, as she was the public face of them. She was here to help discuss mutual protection, and see where she could help. As their was a war going on not to far from here, between the Galactic Alliance and The First Order. No doubt this will spill over at some point, but when is anybody guess. She no longer served the in the Alliance, but she wanted spend more time helping her own people. The war to help save the republic was over, and they had unfortunatly failed, at a heavy cost. Though her people and army is now bigger than ever due to each and ever crises, without The Republic the fall of Mandalore, chaos now is in charge.

As she put on her purple robes, she then got a glass of water. It would be a long day. Her first meeting where with local militia leaders, as well as some local dignitaries. They where due in an hour or so, and she wanted to be ready. She made sure her holographic images of all her defense equipment, as well as some veterans who can talk about them. They all so be able to talk to local forces, as men of battle always had some sort of re pore with each other. She sat down drank her water, and went over all her topics.

 

[Delilah Keyes]

Pitann​

Objective: Worry​

[member="Walker Ducarte"]​

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Del really wanted to come back with some sort of witty, maybe snarky, response to his comment. Normally, those came easily, without a bit of effort- second nature and part of the way they bantered from the moment they'd met. It wasn't something that had developed between them. It simply *was*.

So when she just looked at him for a moment, and then nodded before saying only, "I won't be gone long"- if he hadn't known before that something was wrong, he certainly knew now.

The lighting was unreliable- where it still worked it flickered off and on without apparently pattern. The mining facility was long abandoned, and the small drifts of sand even this far in illustrated how the desert was already trying to reclaim it. The fact that all of the lights would dim and recover with each other however told her it was a problem with the station's generator. How long, until it failed and this place was taken back by the desert? Months? Weeks? If they had come here half a year from now, they would have died out in that wasteland.

The question now was just were they going to die here instead?

No thank you. Delilah had other plans.

She returned about ten minutes later, dropping to a knee beside him.

"Tunnel splits off at some heavy machinery. Two tunnels run deep, clearly old mining shafts. Another runs off to the west. If we can get the machinery up and running, it'll start some automated carts on their trundle along, and if those goons end up making it in here, we may be able to make them think we headed down instead of west. It's a long shot, but probably our best bet."

[member="Walker Ducarte"]

 

[Captain August]

Post:4

As Elaine went through her notes, he was screening the guest list. He checking background, and seeing who their associates where. As they need to atleast be able to afford the equipment, also he would need to know if they knew anything about military equipment. He went through each name in great detail, and then cheeked who they knew. As if some one was in debt, or happens to have sith association, even if it was only a tentative link. As they could pose a risk, and one he was not willing to accept. The process took a while, and he had supply of coffee. Also about five more his men going through it, as he did not want to leave any stone unturned.

A name did raise a red flag, one Tegaran Ragtar he had some business dealings with the former One Sith. He would be keeping an eye on this man, when the meeting starts.