AoL Raid on Bimmisaari Capture/Defend the Sith Emperor's Personal Ship

[Kei Amadis]

Light a Beacon
The Army of Light vs the Sith​

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Sith Space
Bimmisaari
Glastro City Capital

Bimmisaari, a world of settled plains, where the peaceful Bimm built themselves a slice of eden. A capital of trade and commerce in the Sith Empire, a marketplace world where money changed hands, and deals were struck. A symbol of the very real hold the Empire had over the surrounding star systems, influencing markets in and outside of Sith Space.

Glastro City, the capital, its many red roofed buildings aside white arches, and more modern spires, it was a classical bustling city with a modernized edge, filled with life. Glastro's streets were multicultural and unlike their overlords the people were completely peaceful. It was easy to get lost in the crowds going about their daily lives, which left a lot of room to blend in. Behind it all credits, lots of credits, the Army of Light wanted to know where and when the Sith spent them, they also wanted some of that money directed to them for the war, but more than all of that, they wanted what was in orbit.

Darth Arcis's very first capital ship he'd ever commanded, an old imperial star destroyer named the Apex .

Army of Light:
Bimmisaari had been easy to reach, hop aboard a trading freighter and you flew in like the rest of the traders. In orbit the apex was taking on cargo, troops, supplies the Bimms were prime candidates being a trading world. Some of the Aol, were now launching from the ground, within the many ship's cargo runs to reach the flagship, others remained on the ground hidden within the populations, and still one or two more were about to jump into the space above if things got too hot.

The Distraction - Light years away.
Mon Calamari
Above the bright blue ocean world, in orbit, a small freighter flown on autopilot was docking at one of the many huge shipyards, ready to issue the AoL's demands via droids to the Sith Empire.

No face came up within the message, just the symbol of a burning blue lightsaber, and a recording. "We are the Army of Light. While any innocent suffers under Sith Rule, you will know us. While any sentient suffers at your hands, you will know us. Today the Sith are no longer safe to kill without consequence"

A spark to ignite, the transmission cut off, just before the freighter ran right into the side of the shipyard.... a tiny ball of fire on an otherwise imposing metal scene, just one spark. The explosion of a droid run small freighter was not going to destroy a shipyard, or break an empire, but it hit right at the main docking area, ripping debris and other materials clear. Trapping unbuilt smaller, advanced ships in spacedock, and throwing back their construction till the damage was cleared. A distraction.... and with it an imperial navy base which was perhaps calling a mayday to any nearby ships in the area, away from where the army of light really were, Bimmisaari.

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AoL Inspiration

 

[Vulpesen]

LOCATION: BIMMISARI CARGO SHIP, IN TRANSIT TO THE IMPERIAL FLAGSHIP

Vulpesen shifted in his box. Entering the shipment had been easy enough for the Jedi, and now he simply had to wait to be dropped into the cargo bay of the ship above him. This was to be the first of many strikes against the empire, and he was proud to be a part of it. Keeping his force presence low in case of any force sensitive sith who might feel his presence. His job was simple. Get @[member="Michael Sardun"] to the bridge, and don't die. He figured that a large place like this would be easy to sneak around. As he sat silently in the darkness, Vulpesen reached into his pouch and pulled out black durasteel fox mask. It held little blast protection, and no special features. It's only purpose was to keep his identity a secret. The jedi had enough problems, and he didn't need to be shoved into a political struggle. @[member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Garza]

BIMMISAARI-Planet side
Sith Enclave
I smiled as I was sparing with a Sith Apprentice on Bimmisaari The planet was rather quiet today except for the few who were already fighting. About a week ago I had come to the planet and joined the Sith. Here they thought I was learning how to be one, Simply an Acolyte. But really I was with a different faction all together. With my work cut out for me with the Galactic Empire, I was one of the IIB agents working for the Army of Light. Because I was made from a Sith, I had to give the pathetic and sad story of how I was beaten by a scientist and given wings to try and become the ultimate specimen. With my wings out, I was known about the black feathers and my flying abilities here. Still It was going to be a good day today.

With my vibrosword I came in with an uppercut at the man. WIth ease he blocked it, but before he could push me away I had lashed out my left hand to his face. Making his nose burst with blood. He backed up and gave me a grin that I had only seen a few times in my life. Like a blur the man came at me, striking his training saber to m stomach, I sidestepped with the blade catching onto by black robes. My left hand lashed out again, Only this time, I sent my knee up and smashed his face once more. With his head jumbled up already, I swung my elbow down to hit at the base of his skull. Knocking him out.

limply the man, Jaurax, fell to the ground with a thud. The knight that was watching us smiled with a nod of his head. Seeing that I was already getting father ahead than most. Walking up he smiled. "You will be transferring masters today. Rest up, because tomarrow you will meet him." I nodded my head and put away my sword as I walked to my room. Once I closed my door I locked it, and changed clothes into my Dove Suit. Grabbing a datapad with the virus. Smiling I put it in my bag and put on the rest of my normal clothes.

Today I was going to plant a Virus in the Sith Network.

 

[Manu Xextos]

Sith Space
Outside Bimmisaari Orbit
Brynjar - Victory-II Class Star Destroyer

The Army of Light Star Destroyer Brynjar hadn't entered orbit. Entering orbit would be far too much of a tell, and the Brynjar's Captain knew better. Standing on the deck of his ship, Manu Xextos was a pinnacle of Echani brilliance. Dressed in gleaming white, white wool hood over his silver hair, he held his hands behind his back and walked the Bridge. 'Force be with you, down there.' Manu sent the message to everyone who could receive it in the Army of Light, with that an inner confidence in their mission to help settle bones and ease the hands that worked.

House of Keth reserves helped fill the woefully understaffed battle destroyer, engineers frothing at their bits down in the ship's bowels trying to fix what they could of the ancient ship. If the Brynjar lasted the battle through, it would truly be worthy of song. A twinge, as he cocked his head to listen to the open channels he'd given to the Army of Light ground teams. 'I could be on the ground with them. How much good would I do? Damn this.' He curled his brittle fingers into a fist, medically stable but by no means medically healthy.

"We wait until necessary, crew. Keep tabs on the ground forces, our mission is to buy them time and hit the Sith hard enough to make them double-take. Then power up and open fire on the Sith supporting fleet. Aim for communication arrays and their largest weaponry. Understood?"

Hopefully at the end of this, they would get a new objective cleared, too: More troops for the cause.

OOC: Want to join Manu on the Brynjar for the Space Battle? Have fun with it, and let me know. ~ Lizzy

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Sith Space
Bimmisaari
Glastro City Capital - InterGalactic Commerce Centre

The time had come to blast a hole in the Sith's massive ego and itty-bitty run on ruling supreme. For the battle today, Aditya Amadis had fixed up her Lambda-Class shuttle the Myrmadinas with as much spick and span as she could. Shined it till it blistered the eyelids, and patched the insides until they looked more like a retro-loving debutante's Daddy-Buy-Me ship. And the guns? Hey, a girl had to defend herself. Dressed in a long purple leather dress, corset and purple heeled boots, Aditya looked more ballerina than engineer. She demanded to land on the private landing pad above the Bank, after all, Daddy said her Trust Fund was good, and one overdrawn payment for a ridiculously cute handbag simply couldn't go on. "Oh, my thank you! How lovely! I thought coming to Bimmini-Cricket or wherever this is, it would be like, the biggest backwater, but Daddy was right, maybe you can help this totally terrible situation." Aditya strutted down to the business centre, and groaned loudly when the confused attendant - who had lost his fresh stimcaf to her grabby hands - brought her to the main bank.

"Oh you didn't, I'm sorry? I'm a debutante. We don't do queue lines? This is about a trust fund, Mr. Gimble, not my direly pitiful weekly paycheque. You see, I have a date on Naboo and if I don't a) make it in time to be fashionably late, b) have an incredible new handbag and c) get this whole 'over my monthly limit' thing dealt with? I'm going to scream. And I'm a soprano. . . and if you don't know what that entails? I'm going to need to speak with your superior. The one who is cultured enough to recognize a Lady when he sees one. . Ew. Too much sugar. Do you think I don't have to work for these thighs? Gosh. Plebians."

The poor attendant (whose name was Dwayne), balked and stumbled. "Ah. Yes! Miss. . . Miss? What account is this for, exactly?"

Aditya yanked a gold laminated card out of her pristine purple purse, and handed it over. Written in common script was the account name and number for the CEO of the Royal Naboo Ballet, a wealthy Senator patron of arts, culture and political sovereignty from Coruscant to Tatooine. Dwayne coughed and pointed immediately to an Account Manager, "Mr. G'liks'mgupp'i will take you to the Senior Manager's suite, Ma'am. Excuse me."

"But Ma'am, the Senior Manager is in a meeting, he won't be back to the office until 0300." The Senior Manager's suite was pristine, several floors up through security clearances and a private elevator. Aditya sat in the Senior Account Manager's own office chair, setting her purse down with a clunk on the desk. "Then get me a magazine and some privacy, Mr. Gilicuppy. I'll wait. Daddy said I only ever talk to the Senior Manager. Blow. Off."

Alone in the room, she began to surreptitiously figure out what to do next. Kei needed funds for the Army? Well, Aditya was going shopping.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Sith Space
Outside Bimmisaari Orbit
Brynjar - Victory-II Class Star Destroyer
BLLAAAAAA!

I threw up into the trash can for the fifth time in the last hour. And it wasn't getting better. Assigned to the Landing party, all that I had was my twin pistols and my E-5 blaster rifle. It was not too that I kept throwing up. As a joke one of the other men gave me a bucket to hold on the trip down. I smiled as I looked up at him, His face was full of laughter. "Keep laughing and I might have to throw up on you." I faked throwing up towards his shoes and he backed up so quick I thought he might trip over himself.

I chuckled slightly as he gave me the finger. All I could smile about was how I might later on save his life. Dressed in simple durasteel armor, I shook my head. Waiting until we got the command to drop down onto the planet. Looking around, I could see everybody loading their weapons or fixing their armor. I smiled as I would be working with these men for a while. Thats when I threw up again for the sixth time.

Blllaaaaaa!

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

Glastro City Capital - InterGalactic Commerce Centre

@[member="Aditya Amadis"]

The door to the Senior Account Manager's office opened, and it certainly was not Dwayne with a magazine. It was Hannibal Oryen, the Senior Account Manager's acting bodyguard, with a stun blaster in his holster. As it turned out, the Senior Account Manager did not take kindly to people barging into his office and treating his employees poorly. There was also the fact that she did not have an appointment and was illicitly occupying a landing pad of someone infinitely more important than her. As such, she was to be escorted off the premises until such a time came as she learned to behave herself.

As he had been told, this particular duty was to be handled with finesse and delicacy. This was, after all, a very important customer to the IGCC. Hannibal had been told to ask her to leave politely, explain the situation to her (several times and slowly if necessary), and then promptly escort her quietly off the premises. As a mercenary, Hannibal was honor-bound to follow these orders to the best of his abilities.

"Ya got ten seconds to leave before I beat the ever-livin' shavit outta ya."

Immovable object, meet unstoppable force.

 

[Glade]

Sith Space
Bimmisaari
Glastro City Capital - Outside the Intergalactic Commerce Center.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Aditya Amadis"]

Natol'ine fitted in. The tattoo-less kiffar wasn't your typical Jedi girl, still in her training, so she was perfect in the crowds, going about shopping in the many markets of the capital, actually buying some stuff too while she was here, because why not, it was the perfect cover. She'd be the cover for @[member="Dove"] and @[member="Aditya Amadis"], and if they didn't need it, some of these targets on her list were too tasty and scrumptious to pass up. There was no obvious lightsaber at her side, dressed up in a black sleeveless sheath style cocktail dress, with high lace, patterned neckline, it came up to a bit above her knees, curving nicely with her petite figure.

Two hold out blasters were somewhere in her dress, but good luck finding them. While her lightsaber Aurora, a light in the dark, was also somewhere in that dress, hey while she away from the temple she was going to play, and besides it helped that she fitted in. Lots of people in this district were well dressed, she drew some attention sure, but she just looked like one more shopper, and doubted any Sith would give her a second glance.

Walking into the ICC reception a man ahead scolded her. "You are late."

"Sorry I was out shopping", Nato looked a bit disappointed, flashing her line manager a beaming beautiful smile, being directed to where she was working. Taken to the back rooms of the exchange, a code was punched in and a door unlocked, then another code punched in, then another code till she reached the admin rooms at the back.

"Won't happen again." She promised the man, as he left her to her desk. Okay she was in, was even getting a few looks for her dress, it was a good cover, they could only think about her legs. Not able to hack this place herself or even get away at the moment, she'd need to some how shake the people looking at her first, where were the computer rooms anyway?

 

[Kei Amadis]

LOCATION: BIMMISARI CARGO SHIP, IN TRANSIT TO THE IMPERIAL FLAGSHIP
Mission Get to the Bridge.
Wildcard Mission - Disable Fire Control for a short time.

@[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

Alongside @[member="Vulpesen"], not far from where he sat. Kei was huddled down in cargo well and truly immersed in whatever that smell was, something like freshly welded metal. Dressed in black and white combat fatigues, his lightsaber unity at his hip, with some of the wildcards, a crack spec ops army of light unit. This was one way in, being brought in right with the cargo, what they were going to do on board was another matter. They'd brought a few surprises for the Sith waiting there, he was confident they'd get in without being seen, after all who was expecting them? However if they failed, Plan B was the ship's boarding party coming in next.

Glad @[member="Vulpesen"] was doing what he needed to do. Kei's face was well and truly visible, he wanted them to know just who was hitting them today, to become that symbol people could rally to, one of many symbols and brave people here today, and he'd be happy to carry all the responsibility for its failure or success. Their first strike back against the empire, to begin the ball rolling, someone had to start that light and carry it through. His mission, get @[member="Michael Sardun"] to the bridge, disable the ships critical systems, and keep moving so they didn't know where he was. Sound familiar? Yes he'd done that a few times now, his men were getting decent at it, even if he only had a dozen with them. Most were crewing Manu's ship or on the landing party ready to hit them from the front, the ones they had knew what they had to do, to stay low and stay quiet, what they were perfect at.

Holding tight to the cargo as the shuttle rattled through the atmosphere, he breathed deep of the force, letting it wash over him and finding peace, beginning to meditated as he waited for their arrival. Kei was helping @[member="Vulpesen"] mask their approach. The 2 Jedi were more of an issue to stand out than 12 men amongst thousands, but with the both of them attempting the technique, even unskilled as Kei was, it was helping to conceal their surprise.

They still had the issue of 9,000 storm troopers to deal with and however many crew, today was going to be a struggle, but they'd win, he knew it in his gut.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Sith Space
Bimmisaari
Glastro City Capital - The Intergalactic Commerce Center. Senior Manager's Office

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] "Beat a woman, would you? When Daddy hears about this? You'll lose your job. . . seriously?" Aditya's left hand was underneath the desk, madly tapping at the paper-thin data stick which was, at that very moment, siphoning the IGCC's Upper Officers' Quarterly Bonuses and several large scale accounts. The encryption was ongoing, and from the way the stick vibrated, wouldn't be finished for a few more minutes. According to Aditya's mental calculations, credits would be moving into an untraceable account at a rate of 10,000 Credits per 3 Seconds. She giggled and kept using the Senior Manager's monitor to 'apply her lipstick'. And madly close the upload screen of a bunch of oddly priced purses on the borrowed ethernet screen.

She'd taped an emergency messenger onto her leg, tapping a message to @[member="Natol'ine"]: 'Tin Can being surly. Need precocious assistance.' Standing up with a huff, she threw her collection of knick knacks back into the purse one. . . by one . . . by one. . . "What's going on, anyway? I want the answers about my Trust Fund. I'm not going to sit downstairs with all the little people, so either say please or I'll start calling people that make your boss look like a cafe-store chump."

Was he going to buy it? Aditya played the spoiled brat quite well, and at least she was slowly packing her stuff up. And chewing a stick of gum. "I mean, it's hard enough as it is to meet Daddy's standards, without having to deal with all his like, red-glowing lightsaber buddies, okay!? Do you know what that's like? To be the one perfect angel being stared at by a bunch of religious weirdos? I just want my money!" And the young woman proceeded to burst into tears, throwing her body over the desk.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Sith Space
Bimmisaari
Glastro City Capital - A block from the Imperial Garrison.

Yusan looked over the city as he stood on a nearby roof that could see several key spots, but most interestingly was that of the Imperial Garrison. Thanks to old contacts he was able to sneak on the planet about a hundred fifty battle droids hidden threughout the city, all carrying CIS markings due to those being the faction he had recieved these beauties from. He had personally wiped the droids memories clean and instaled a small detonator in each and once things started up these droids would only have two programs and nothing to link back to him. Fire on any imperial soldiers, and exploded when downed. Part two of his plan would be the second set of droids, these ones nothing more than basic pilot droids in speeders with bombs that had been shipped in piece by piece to avoid detection. These droids would act as normal until their kill switch was flipped and they went Kamikaze into Imperial targets.

He smiled and pushed his glasses against his face, pulled down the front of his hat and straightened his coat. Today would not be a day to forget, and oh how he missed this kind of life. He started to whistle a tune as he watched the horizon, in a little bit the sun would be setting and the world would be burning. Of course, as far as the Army of Light knew what he planned was not his doing, no he was providing oversight on the ICC, but why not kill a few sith and imperial troops while he did.

Is wearing this

@[member="Natol'ine"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Zack Danheir"] @[member="Aditya Amadis"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Kei Amadis"]

 

[Taiden Keth]

Outside Bimmisaari Orbit
Brynjar - Victory-II Class Star Destroyer
Plan B - The Landing Party

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Perfect pure white poise, perfection in the way they held themselves ready, blades clean and free. Thyrsian inspired unarmed and bladed melee specialists, fighting as one unit and people. Dressed only in white, and silver. Standing against an age old enemy for the first time in thousands of years. The Echani were ready for this, a step or two past ready, most were crewing the ship with the mixed militia forces they had, but the ones that could be free, were free, and ready to be the tip of Light's sword. The same for his world, those that could be free... were free.

Not a spot of imperfection on them, they lived and expressed through conflict, it was their method of communication and their method of self discovery, knowing the world around them in the cause or battle they fought for. The Sith here today, they would learn to understand, to read in the combat, and to better themselves because of it, as individuals and as warriors. Taiden had a growing sense of certainty in this, that his path was true, he'd carry himself with distinction. His entire race would know that house Keth the Betrayer, was no longer that name, he would claim it back - the betrayed, at his Sith ancestor's hands.

With a single nod of the head, raising his blade to his chest, he touched the tip to his forehead. No words were needed, and all stood ready beside him on the boarding shuttles, to face whatever came.

 

[Dakil]

Aboard the Apex
Bimmisaari High Orbit

And yet another boring day of service with TeeDee's new toy. Well, not exactly his toy, but the Master's. Master Arcis had left his loyal tactician in command of this mighty vessel, the Emperor not even going as far to give any organic a commander a chance in commandeering such a beloved ship. The thing had even been outfitted with an entire legion of the Empire's newly trained, elite Stormtroopers. Granted, it wasn't the famed 501st legion of the Emperor, but rather the 141st Stormtrooper Legion.

The rest of the main Imperial warships were positioned further to the western sphere of the Imperial territory, it seemed war was on the brink of overflowing and consuming the galaxy in massive waves of blood and tears. Be that as it may, the Emperor's personal ship was sitting back on Bimmisaari on rearguard duty. Supply day and a little training for the Stormtroopers and the crew in the gym, otherwise, everything else was peaceful. The Bimms were pretty clam groundside, the garrison was doing normal daily routines.

Everything. Was. Fine.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Aditya Amadis"]

"Beat a woman, would you? When Daddy hears about this? You'll lose your-"

Hannibal was not a patient man. He did not wait for the woman to finish her sentence or whatever ridiculous nonsense she had going, nor would he stand idly by while she fidgeted madly under the desk. Did she think he was blind? Before she could finish her statement or have a psychotic episode, the stun pistol was un-holstered, aimed, and subsequently fired directly for her chest. Fortunately, this office was soundproofed. It often helped the Senior Account Manager focus.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The brief second between @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] grabbing his stun pistol and firing threw the Epicanthix into a decision: Keep playing, or actually start to play? 'Jig is up Adie.' She thought, as she pulled the blaster from her purse and dove to the ground, firing at Hannibal's centre mass from underneath the desk.

"What is wrong with you!?" She screamed, grabbing the green-lit data stick and shoving it down the bodice of her corset. Rolling away, she grabbed her purse and continued to fire one blast after another at Hannibal, strafing toward the exit with tight rolls on the floor. "Help! Help! This monster attacked me! Help! Help! Heeeelp! Oh gosh I'm bleeding!" Not knowing the office was soundproofed, and just in case she got to open hallway, she kept screaming bloody murder.

"When a girl says she's going, she's going you twit!" @[member="Natol'ine"] hopefully got the message in time, but this petite Epicanthix wasn't going down with a single stun bolt. Truth be, she hid her growing fear behind her building anger. If a bank's security guard would shoot a customer for being surly, just what were they hiding?

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Aditya Amadis"]

Somehow, the woman had managed to not only avoid a shot that was fired from a short distance away, but also do so from a sitting position. Hannibal was entirely stunned by this display. Not only that, but she also managed to simultaneously grab a blaster pistol from her bag and fire at him from behind a solid desk. So captivated by this display was Hannibal that he was only roused from his awed gaze by the feeling of a blaster bolt hitting him square in the gut. It was a mixture of a burning sensation and being punched in the chest, a familiar enough feeling when working in Hannibal's line of work. It knocked Hannibal off his feet and sent him sprawling to the ground, gasping and wheezing, mostly immobilized from the pain and subsequent fall to the ground.

He should have known better than to expect an easy fight from someone who was completely untrained in any kind of combat and dressed in an outfit that was more inhibiting to their ability to fight than anything else. That just wouldn't have made any sense. Hannibal clutched at his newfound wound, writhing on the floor. He didn't have the ability to chase down Amadis, and so did nothing as she ran around off after shooting up the rest of the office.

Defending his actions would be easy. She was a suspicious woman fidgeting wildly behind the desk of an office she had essentially forced her way into. Hannibal had, of course, chose to fire first because he suspected she had a weapon. The fact that the office was now shot up and he had a blaster wound in his chest would be indicative of the fact that he was correct, as would security footage of the office. Eventually people were going to notice the funds Amadis had pilfered, put two and two together, and she would be wanted for corporate espionage.

 

[Glade]

OOC Please keep the location at the top of posts thank you, so everyone can follow.
@Aditya Amadis @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]


Glastro City Capital - Inside the Intergalactic Commerce Center.

Only her second day in the office, she was still the talk of it. The new admin Natol'ine, who had got a few significant glances here for what she'd picked to come to work in... stopped to get something to drink at a droid station. She had spent the last few minutes trying to charm the nearby security guard, big guy, looked like he could handle himself, but dumb. Poking the odd question about how much she liked computers, and if maybe he could show her where all the really expensive stuff was.

The Kiffar girl heard the message from her friend over the comm-link, the messages getting increasingly distressed, "Y'know you're strong, it'd mean a lot, a lot! If you could bring some of your buddies back here, and help me lift this, we maybe need four or five, have anyone that can help us? Please...." Nato kept her cool, like Akumi used to teach her under pressure, never do what they expect. She played with her hair, touching her neck, trailing a hand over it, using whatever she could. The force enhancing this playful act.

"Yeah we can do that, Jakar, Donethet, Breevao, Tops, I need you in the back, it's important." He looked at Nato with a predatory look in his eyes, that dress working wonders, for how long she'd be able to pull this off, who knows but she was using everything she had, using the force a bit to keep his attention on her. Thankfully he couldn't see the spinal surgery underneath, which made keeping this smile harder each day, she wasn't exactly pretty anymore, which hurt her to think about, a lot.

Playing with her hair, a definite tilt of her head, "Its just through there, I'll be right there," Nato pointed at the hallway to her right. All she'd done is take a few security from the front of the building, but it might be enough to help @[member="Aditya Amadis"] get out of here alive, and it meant her cover wasn't blown, yet. A few of the guards at the front doors were pulled, while the ones in the vaults remained and other sensitive spots stayed in place, no help for Nato there, but it might help @Aditya get out. Thankfully the exchange of the guns had gone on in a soundproof room, their only saving grace.

"If you're gonna leave, leave now." She said over her communicator quietly.

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Might want to give others a chance to post for a sec so they can catch up.

 

[Garza]

BIMMISAARI-Planet side
Sith Enclave
After I was finished getting everything ready I smiled. carrying the bag in my hands I went to the top of the building I knew that this was where I could leave with almost no one to spot me. Letting my wings out and dressed in normal clothes, the other Sith may think that I was going out for a drink or something else. Really I was headed towards the Cargo docks. As strange as it may be, Thats where most of the trading took place. First I headed towards the ship yards where a barrowed YT-1300 that was full of fake cargo. I was here to trade with the others, and since I had the cargo, while they were working on it, I would make my way in and set the virus up.

Only it was not just a normal virus. It was an exact copy of the files they already had, just with a interface that when clicked on, would send a red flag to us so we can see where everything was coming in and out of this place. Taking the ship I started it up and flew it towards the docks. Landing down I dropped open the ramp and walked out to meet a man. Dressed in a Officers uniform, I smiled at him. "I have a Shipment of Kolto packs for the Enclave." The man opened up his Datapad and nodded his head. "Jericho Pax, right?" Followed with a nod of my head The man ordered others to get the materials.

At first glance or even a third glance it would look like Kolto packs. But instead of syringes filled with meds, they got colored water. Or bandages, would turn out to be colored parchment. He moved me over to stand with his datapad. Motioning me to sign the document. "I can't write? I do have this though." I pulled out a datastick that had my confirmation as the fake alias. The man shook his head and then motioned me to hurry up. I plugged it into the datapad and clicked on the red button that would activate the program. In a few seconds our program was in. Once the datapad beeped I took out the data stick and handed it to the man. Walking up to my ship, I put on my book bag to cover my wings.

From there I would fly to the bank to go and pick up the two ladies that I was working with. Only if they would contact me to say how it is going.
@[member="Natol'ine"], @[member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Vexander Graves]

LOCATION: BIMMISARI CARGO SHIP, IN TRANSIT TO THE IMPERIAL FLAGSHIP

Among the Wildcards and the first landing party, the young Padawan dwelled dressed not in his normal robes, but instead he used his Unit Alpha 7 Cover Armor, his XS-09 Sniper, the S-6A Blaster in it's shoulder holster... and his training saber clipped to his belt. Vexander was actually used to this kind of operations, usually he provided cover and handled specific surgical objectives... such skills along with the growing training in the ways of the Force were slowly shaping him into a different kind of Jedi than the traditional Guardians of the Order... but still he had a lot to learn to actually compare himself to a Knight.

Still, he felt that he would be needed to provide assistance, and to provide support to the team in charge of powering down the fire for a brief period of time... a tactical objective that would turn the tide in their favor onboard The Appex.

Keeping complete silence, the young man just looked at the ones present and tried to remember their imprint and presence through the Force... looking after the man next to you would play a huge role against the swarm of enemies they could encounter... but Vex hoped that it wouldn't be the case in this mission.

The young man prepared his rifle and checked the ammo available... he didn't have enough for the amount of enemies so he had to make every shot count... and just use it when it was extremely necessary. At that moment, he just remained breathing constantly in a deep and constant way to channel the Force and into his senses which would take huge part in the already honned marksmanship he had.

Vexander did one last look at @[member="Kei Amadis"] and nodded informing him that he was ready to roll once they were inside the Appex.

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Michael Sardun"]

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[Marcus Faust]

@[member="TD-30"]

The Bridge of the Apex

Also on the bridge was Faust, the Black Sky, his personal Xo'Xann Star Destroyer, the modern equivalent of a Victory-Class Star Destroyer, waited patiently for it's captain outside. He was here to check in on the 141st, the legion he often was fielded alongside. The stormtroopers aboard his vessel were a small battalion of Stormtroopers that operated independently, the 142nd. They were deployed on personal missions with Faust, but when invasions came, he hit the ground with the one four one.

Something seemed off to the Sith Knight, but he couldn't put a finger on it, their was a disgusting presence on the world, light. The world stunk of Jedi and wreaked of their foolish ideas of freedom and so on. Freedom was a gift sentient life was not ready for, with it came choices, and with choices come the inevitable fact that someone will make the wrong one. Next thing you know, innocent blood was spilled, all for some ideal as idiotic as freedom. The very thought of the word made him cringe.

He'd purge it the second he had the chance.