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

[Kei Amadis]

LOCATION: One of many freighters docked Aboard the Flagship. Moving to Lower Maintenance Ducts

Cargo docking, the rocking of the freighter against the walls of the ship, metal greeting metal. One of many small freighters being unloaded, just routine and nothing to worry about for anyone on board. Kei meditated, right until the very last minute, aiding his fellow Jedi Knight @[member="Vulpesen"] in holding the ruse. Nothing came from the freighter, the ships, the movement, the bustle of cargo and everything else should mask them quite well. @[member="Vulpesen"] and @[member="Michael Sardun"]'s stronger force connection useful, in keeping the front going.

Kei returned @[member="Vexander Graves"] nod, this was it. Looking to @[member="Michael Sardun"] again, his brother in this from the beginning, he breathed deep of the force, holding up a hand into a fist, an unspoken signal from his wrist device to this stealth squad. An Echani gift from @[member="Taiden Keth"] to every Jedi, just a common wrist link, silent hand communication turned into a signal. Giving one tap on it's side, beeps, or easily reproduced binary language (Morse code), one tapped beep for hold, two for danger, three for go.

Busy voices outside, troopers dealing with the individual freighters, there was a long line, and they had to wait for the right time. When they could slip in unnoticed, that was critical, fighting here in the open would be next to pointless. Reaching out into the force, Kei tried to see and sense the steps of the soldiers dealing with the cargo, more importantly their attention. Their pilot was a droid, he'd not been hard to program with the correct, boring and mundane responses.

Holding on a knife edge... the fist signal turned into a full palm, spread wide. Tapped with the sound to go.... That split second they couldn't lose, when eyes were elsewhere, turned to a distraction, and tired troopers had just enough on their mind to be distracted by the two dozen or so small ships and freighters in the cargo bay. The floor of the freighter was cut away, along with the floor of the Apex below it, dropping through. A maintenance hatch was cut through to a lower level rung, using sabers to turn metal into hot sludge, wildcard's welding it back in place above them while they moved. Two droids re-covered the spot on the ship they'd cut through. Though the floor would eventually be found out, at the moment a ship was on top of it, and well covered by metal on all sides, as well as the hole patched up roughly, it wouldn't pass inspection, but it would buy them time.

It was time to split up in the ducts.... big enough for one man, sometimes big enough for several. The maintenance ducts allowed them to move unseen from the main force, straight through the lower parts of the ship.

Maintenance Ducts, Heading for Fire control... the schematics on the ship had been helpful, helpful to know what design of ship they'd come across. In and they had not been spotted yet, Kei hoped... but that wouldn't last, even moving carefully as they were, someone would eventually spot them. Thankfully they'd be killed silently and quickly by the wildcards who were close combat, ship to ship combat specialists, very nasty in this kind of behind the lines action.

@Kei Amadis @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Vexander Graves"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @anyone else brave enough!
@[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="Manu Xextos"] @[member="TD-30"]

Spoiler

As planned - Split to the bridge and fire control. Visual Video Inspiration Room for 72 fighters + other landing ships, easy room for two dozen small ships or more.

 

[Vexander Graves]

Vexander followed Kei through the ducts, the wildcards were really a formidable force to be recognized... especially in close proximity such as the one they were encountering at the moment. The young padawan, on the other hand; was ready to engage if needed, but for the time being, he had his sniper ready to shoot if needed.

Moving in a Sith ship was really hard, eventhough they were a small force, Siths could be around the corner... luckily he had his training saber... not enough to deal a killing blow but enough to counter a real lightsaber and eventually create the opening to place a blaster bolt between the eyes of any follower of the darkside... or imperial troop.

The young man looked at the schematics... they were close... but still had to carry on. Using the skills as a Jedi Shadow taught by his Master, the young man remained hidden in the Force, placing a cloak and hopefully making sure that he would get any Sith by surprise... still, he hoped that he didn't have to, not until the Fire Control was down and reinforcements could arrive.

Radio silence was almost none-existent, afterall, they were hidden and had to remain hidden, for that reason, the young man relied on the signals that Kei provided to the team with his hands that would eventually let Vex know that they were in position, and when he had to go in.

@[member="Kei Amadis"] @Vulpesen @Vexander Graves @Michael Sardun
@Marcus Faust @Manu Xextos @TD-30

 

[Manu Xextos]

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

Unlike the other Jedi in the Army of Light, Manu moved not in the shadows, but allowed his strength in the Force to grow outward in its oddity. Being so far removed from the timeline the masses rested within, Manu felt as precious as a relic wrapped in the gossamer of meditation for centuries. His potency in the light was marred with a streak of painful dark, a constant boiling point steaming at his eyelids and the muscles which still burned toward necrosis. As he paced the Brynjar's bridge, Manu gave the signal for another of the shuttles to brush past Bimmisaari toward the Apex with another grouping on troops.

The Hand Signal device on his wrist was beating the tune of the battle, how many hundreds of times had he used like devices during the Echani Wars of his time? Manu sat on the deck of the Bridge, crossed his legs in a meditative position and put his hands lightly on his knees. He breathed deep and reached out, the mixture of Jedi purity and tainted heart singing for @[member="Marcus Faust"] or any Darksiders to touch on. To seek & find, as a presence with masked intent, neither vicious nor peaceful, but powerful in its place on the edge. If Faust could find Manu in the deep, it would buy the others time to infiltrate and perhaps concentrate any feelings of light onto himself.

Deflection, after deflection. 'Brynjar girl, let's show the galaxy what a couple of antiques can pull off.' He patted the floor and continued reaching out from his ship's position in the shipping lanes coming toward Bimmisaari, on the opposite side of the planet from the Apex. He signalled his XO, a sturdy Echani woman with a piercing avian gaze and crisp movement did an about-face and started snapping orders with gestures and her stride to her executive officer chair. The crew began to scramble, keeping klaxons off, but preparing for the impending fight.

In the hangar bay, the fighter squadrons scrambled to combat deployment, staying hidden for the moment.

 

[Glade]

Glastro City Capital - Inside the Intergalactic Commerce Center.
Financial Records Room

They'd just opened up the way to help her with her problem, a few of the bank staff asked her what she was doing and she just said with those guys, they agreed, because she was. Access to the financial records room, the deepest of the deep places to be in. "Over there boys", she breathed out the tension pointing to about six big crates that needed shifting, "can you put them in the office for lil ole me," looking the part here with the security, but hoping nobody actually stopped her and asked what she was doing. Ditching the guards had been too easy, she smiled to herself, rolled around her finger all for a short, black dress. Hey, not too short, she was still a lady, she had reminded one man who commented in passing rather crudely, but with a Nato-like smile.

Spotting a small room, two chairs, and a desk, with a whole wall of monitors. Natol'ine slid into the desk at the back of a control station, a fairly quiet place, she was all to herself. Smiling all the while, a few more button presses and she'd be getting a nice big line of a credit right from the Sith Empire's own companies no less, and the bank here, well, that'd be making a nice little contribution to their day. Eat that Kei.

Getting in here had been easy but, glancing behind her, she didn't have a long time till someone else questioned just what she was doing. Getting out, well, let's just say she hoped she could walk fast in this dress.

Just a little more, pressing one more button, and...

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

Spoiler

I'll let a Sith or one of you enter something dramatic

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Glastro City Capital - Inside the Intergalactic Commerce Center.
Hallways

'Frell frell frell frell frell!' Aditya swore into the ether, punching past the fallen body of @Hannibal Oren and down the corridor. Hitching up her dress had been hard enough, before she took a knife to the seam, booting it down a series of hallways however was much easier to do in four inch heeled boots. If the ballerina could go en pointe for hours at a time, she could handle a hearty gallop past astonished bankers and financial planners. The years she'd spent as both bounty hunter and mercenary did her well, kept her alive so far and kept her moving. She was Epicanthix for pity's sake! The Epicanthix raised their children on brawling and battle preparedness and although her education contained more ballet shoes than bullet holes, Aditya could brawl with the best of them. . . As long as they didn't use the pesky Force.

Yanking up her wrist, she started punching code to @[member="Dove"], @[member="Yusan Fenn"] and @[member="Natol'ine"]. 'Shots fired. Bodyguard downed, rushing the rooftop exit for the Myrmadinas' She left out any passage of credits, in case the channel however secure was alerting anybody beyond the people who just now started calling for Security.

"Excuse me, Ma'am!? Ma'am! Are you alri--oof!" Another account manager bowled over, Aditya jumped over him and kept running up three flights of stairs, to an elevator. She punched it to the top and once it stopped, a group of three employees came in and Aditya hit every. . . single. . . floor call button with a swipe of her hand before leaving that elevator just as one of the employees yelled a "Hey! No fair! It's not office prank Friday!"

At the top of the stairs, Aditya coughed and sputtered. Those were a lot of stairs, but thankfully @[member="Kei Amadis"] loved working out her cardio. Rushing her ship, the Lamdba-Class Myrmadinas, Aditya noticed a few non-plussed security officers were making calls and preparing to have the shuttle removed. "Oh, am I in the way? Thanks! I'll take it from here!"

If no one stopped her, she'd take off, messaging the others on-planet: @[member="Dove"], @[member="Yusan Fenn"], @[member="Natol'ine"] 'Anyone need air support?'

 

[Cambria Zadira]

@[member="Manu Xextos"]

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


With the scramble call given, Cambria and her starfighter pilots ran from their pilot ready room located just off the main hangar bay of the Star Destoyer to their fighters that had been pre-flighted already. The blue-skinned Jed Ace shimmed up the ladder to the cockpit of her E-wing, then she dropped down into the pilot's couch. While the canopy closed, she flipped switches on the front console with her black gloved fingers to take the ship off stand-by mode and switch it to manual control. "I have it, Geenie. Thank you for getting her ready. Let me know once we launch if you pick up any anomalies on your scans. Be on the look out for anything out of the norm. We are dealing with Sith here," Cam said to her light blue R9 unit.

After securing her crash webbing, the Commander of the AoL's High Cards readjusted her modified helmet, which fit over her brain tails, tightening up the chin strap, then keyed her comm unit. "High Cards, call it in. One is green and ready to dance," the Twi'lek Knight stated over the squadron's frequency. Her wingman turned his helmeted head towards her as the pilot's snubfighter was next to hers and gave Cambria a thumbs up. "Two has four lit and at your service."

With all the pilots called in, Zadira toggled over to the main flight control frequency for the Brynjar, then keyed her comm unit once again. "Brynjar Control. This is High Card Leader. High Cards Squadron is all green and standing by for launch. Over"

As Cambria waited for the order to launch, the Guardian cleared her mind, finding her center in the Force and wrapping herself in a protective cocoon of the Lightside.

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Manu Xextos"] @[member="Natol'ine"] @[member="Cambria Zadira"] @[member="Kei Amadis"]

When Manu let out all of that light energy, he jumped almost, something was here. Instantly the order was broadcast to be on alert, and Natol'ine setting off an alarm planetside, got everyone to their battle stations and klaxons blaring. The time to hide was over the lightsiders. Lightsiders weren't as crafty as their dark counterparts, but Marcus wouldn't take any chances, and dispatched his saber guards to fire control.

"@[member="TD-30"], scramble our fighters, Jedi are here." He snarled, almost growling. Grabbing a saber from his belt he turned to face the door of the bridge. If they were coming into his Emperor's flagship, they'd have to take it from him.

 

[Dakil]

Aboard the Apex
Bimmisaari High Orbit

Everything seemed to be going fine. Regular cargo shipments were made, Stormtroopers trained in their barracks bay, and the fighter crews worked on their ships or sat around playing Pazaak. The bridge crew was pretty somber as well, many of the officers gone to their personal stations to write letters home or make calls, some even went down to the rec room to play some HoloGames with the rest of the soldiers.

It was almost...peaceful.

That was, until a cascading siren came from the bridge. The skeleton crew aboard immediately silenced the sound, relaying the message to the tactical droid. "Sir! We've got massive activity going downstairs. The Commerce Center has been attacked!" If TeeDee could have frowned, he would have. The Sith Knight accompanying him to inspect the 141st legion stood next to him atop the bridge. @[member="Marcus Faust"] was his name, an acquaintance of his master. The Knight jumped up at the alarms, shouting out orders to TD-30. Well, the droid didn't like that very much considering he was the one in charge of this vessel. A few moments passed with him doing nothing, just complete silence.

"Scramble all fighters. I want a sentry line up now." The droid began to stroll over to the bridge's command center, motioning for Faust to follow. "Get those Stormtroopers geared and ready to fight, get the weapons charged up."

He reached over to tap a button on the terminal, connecting to the ship's speaker system. "All hands to your battlestations, this is not a drill." The com signal clicked off. If there was something happening directly in the Commerce Center, then it was definitely something big.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen raised an eyebrow as he sensed @[member="Marcus Faust"]'s reaction to their arrival, he almost slammed his head into the duct when he recognized the force signature. The man who had taken his family crystal, and now he could get it back. It was obviously valuable, too much to sell, and too much to let out of sight. he was sure they this enemy would still have it. What was even better, was that Vulpesen could sense his presence on the bridge, aka his destination.

"Things just got interesting." His pace quickened, although he remained out sight of his enemies. No use getting himself shot before he made it to his enemy. Apparently his mission had changed form get @[member="Michael Sardun"] to the bridge, to get Sardun to the bride, cover him from a Sith attack, and retrieve his family relic. Yes, things had just gotten extremely interesting.

@[member="Kei Amadis"] @[member="TD-30"] @Anyone else on this ship.

 

[Manu Xextos]

The Echani Knight and Captain of the Army of Light's largest ship rested in his chair, eyes closed and face downcast in his projection. Attuning himself to the Force, he felt through the ocean currents of it to @[member="Marcus Faust"] and touched telepathically upon Faust with nothing but the sight of Manu's face stern and resolute in battle. Give the enemy a face to see, a taunt to lead him to the other side of the planet, and the Brynjar.

He tapped at the control on his wrist, 'Make your moves, @[member="Kei Amadis"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Vexander Graves"]. Brynjar will make time's purchase' letting his wrist hang loose, he finished his mug of tea and placing a hand on his knee turned his eyes to the space surrounding him.

"Battlestations." The whisper carried across the silent bridge, as a ship run by Echani and those disenfranchised with their lot under the Sith boot raced to the final preparations of the battle they'd been waiting for. His comm officer opened a channel to the Hangar Bay, and the Captain spoke. "@[member="Cambria Zadira"] Force be with you, hit them with the just axe of the Light and bring those fighters back. Deploy First Squadron." After all, he'd run out of mints to negotiate for more.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan watched as the messages came in and pressed the button on the remote in his hand, all it took after that was a hand full of seconds. Within moments several speeders already midair nose dived towards the Garrison, Sith Temple, and other Sith associated places of work. Point being the moment the speeders made contact, the bombs in their cargo area were triggered and suddenly Sith buildings were gaining giant holes in buildings on fire. Meanwhile, the hundred fifty droids scattered throughout the city were suddenly activated and came online, let loose to cause widespread massacre of Sith Troops and the further destruction of their buildings, only made worse by the fact they had bombs in their chest so that when they were gunned down they would detonate their bombs and cause further imperial deaths.

With that he went back up onto the roof, taking his comlink in hand and speaking into it. "I do believe i need a lift miss if you dont mind." @[member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Kei Amadis]

LOCATION: Aboard the Apex
Lower Maintenance Ducts, Moving to Fire Control with
@[member="Vexander Graves"] and 6 Wildcards.
Mission, Disable fire control by any means necessary to land the boarding party.

Climbing through the ducts, cutting and sealing doors or metal behind them, working as a well trained unit. Kei looked to @[member="Vexander Graves"] speaking quietly, "when we are in don't think about anything else, disable their targeting computers, lock the ship's weapons. Any opportunity you get, take it, nothing else matters," that was the most important thing for fire control. A simple clear mission, the landing party couldn't wait forever, they needed them as soon as possible, "and don't get dead friend, the galaxy will need you after today." He gave @[member="Vexander Graves"] a grin.

The schematics of one single ship were not that hard to memorize, but he'd kept a map in case. Pulling it open to refresh his memory. Still no Sith had spotted them, they were either very good at this, or not many Sith were on duty, either way it made victory all the more certain, and the prizes the AoL would take from the Sith all the greater.

Spreading out. Up through the floor they came, climbing, cutting away, and finally planting charges right underneath the floor of the weapon control room. "Clear and Away!"

Just as the alarms from the bridge went off the AoL's own wake up call answered....

Boom

Large holes appeared right underneath the weapon control room, sith troops were caught completely unaware, alarms were sounding and ringing out, but they weren't ready for an attack coming from beneath them! Ripping explosive metal and debris upwards, and sending many of them falling down the maintenance shafts. Through it all Kei leaped, smoke all around him, the blue hum of Unity in hand, Djem So cutting through officers in defense of the mission and his unit. Behind him wildcards using close quarter carbines, flame units, sonic weapons, and Czerka headbangers tore into the sith troopers sending them flying, scattering in confusion. Best of the best they were, hiding and taking cover, they were trained exactly for this.

"Take out the targeting systems!" Some would already be down, the rest were about to be taken out of commission. Shots going off left and right, a grenade thrown at him was pushed back in the force, taking out the nearby doorway and the initial troops coming in to greet him.

"Brynjar all eyes are red," Communication silence was broken, the signal to launch the men given, it was up to the escorts @[member="Cambria Zadira"] and the troops @[member="Zack Danheir"], @[member="Taiden Keth"] to breach.

The War Against the Sith had Begun

@[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Manu Xextos"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Michael Sardun"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Cambria Zadira"] @[member="Aditya Amadis"] @[member="Vexander Graves"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Zack Danheir"]

 

[XV-265]

Small hangar aboard The Apex

>>\XV-265 Powercore reactivation initiated...
Reactivation in progress: 25%
50%
75%
100%
Reactivation successful
>>\XV-265 Full system-check
Diagnostics: All systems operational
>>\XV-265 Reactivation of motoric functions
Reactivation completed
>>\Welcome back XV-265

Two Sith Troopers were guarding a couple supply crates in a small hangar, unsuspecting that their certain death waited in one of the supply crates, when suddenly a droid burst out of one of the crates. This caught the Sith troopers off guard, but they immediately turned around. They pointed their guns at the droid and one of them asked ''What are you doing he-'' but the trooper got cut off when a blade got rammed into his throat.
''Mission objective: Assist Vulpesen and Michael in reaching the Bridge. Secondary objective: Eradicate all enemy forces.''
XV said over the screams the other trooper let out, while he got burned to a crisp by XV's flamethrower. When both troopers were dead he proceeded to leave the hangar, but when he left he encountered a small group of troopers that were running in his direction. This should prove to be quite the entertaining mission. He thought, while readying his blaster rifle.

 

[Marcus Faust]

"So it begins." He snarled. Marcus pulled the silvery metal hilt of the saber he'd taken as his primary weapon after the destruction of his Sith saber and ignited the blade. The cobalt saber sprung up with a snap-hiss and Marcus silently awaited the arrival of the Jedi who were surely coming. He made no attempt to hide, he'd cut them down in the light they loved so much.

Elsewhere, two saber guards, flanked by four stormtroopers of the 141st burst into fire control, and opened up on the wildcards. The saber guards preformed in sync saber throws while the troopers, elite soldiers of the Empire blasted into the Jedi, with deadly accuracy. Don't believe sterotypes kids.

@[member="Kei Amadis"]
@[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Glade]

Glastro City Capital - Inside the Intergalactic Commerce Center.
Financial Records Room - Moving to the front door, fast!

Alarms... Nato bit her lip, she didn't have any time, she was so close. Getting a sweet little line of credit sent their way was a few finger presses from her, hmm nobody was here yet, Nato was having it all her own way accept the alarms....

Deep in the heart of that place, as she'd worked her way towards. She sent the alarm to every single part of the bank, the entire bank was in an uproar, not just behind her. Best she could do, people were confused trying to find the cause, altering things, trying to shut things down, panicking as fire alarms went off as well soaking the admin staff. Water was spraying everywhere, not to mention security finally being sent to the front of the building to deal with a shoot out.

She hmm'd to herself, enjoying it. Just a few more seconds, keeping calm, using what training she had in the force, the memories of the Jedi and those at the temple filled her mind, Arumi most of all, never do what they expect, his words filled her. The Sith might have stopped her but her lucky day, nobody had come to their defense, working fast, nimble fingers, she had a talent for getting into and out of trouble.

From her station the bank had just funded some of the Army of Light ships for the foresable future, right from the Sith's own pocket, or would do when their contacts received payment. Nato couldn't get further into the trading records, no time, but she did note down some very sweet account numbers, very tasty lil Sith trading transactions, committing them to memory. Touching the screen, absorbing it all, the memories of this place came overwhelming in flashes to the Kiffar, and she got enough to make this a regular bankbook to use.

All the consoles went dead lockdown.

Hopefully @[member="Dove"] had come through on that virus, because with this now, if that Kiffar girl made it out, the Sith were in real trouble. People were asking everyone to get up and leave, they thought there was a fire, hackers, people shooting, everything! So sauntering on up from her station, she picked up her stuff, and started to walk right out... going with the flow, and if she got out...

Nato would have her plum pick of Sith Empire accounts to use in the future, to spend their own credits, she curled the corner of her mouth up, this one was for the senate, the Coruscant bank, and for the Jedi.

"We are gonna need a pickup..." Nato whispered over the communicator, moving with the bodies, using we are to make it look like she was speaking to everyone. @[member="Aditya Amadis"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Shinju]

[invite from Emperor Kaine]
@[member="Natol'ine"]

Why was she here? Well when one of your former bosses says to go somewhere and carve people up you answered... Plus Kaine offered food, delicious succulent human morsels that she could have at her leisure as in the room she heard sounds. First the muffled sounds of the people on their knees as she laughed. Oh Kaelin had taught her a few things when it came to playing with her food that twi'lek was so delicious for them to share or at least they shared her lekkus while the girl had screamed watching them... No matter the purple head tails were rotten now and couldn't be used anymore for that. All that was left was this new savory human who seemed to not understand the game they were playing.

"Now where are your friends?" He shook his head again as her hand came up and squeezed his throat until she heard it snap. Several blips from the guards watching and reports that people were attacking. "Oh people whelp it looks like you get off easy... Well easier then they do and you haven't gotten me off so that is going to be a penalty my sweet." Slowly her smile turned into something else and all pretenses dropped. Her own madness came out with a touch causing him to recoil before she pulled with the force, with that gnawing hunger deep down that brought all his pain, all his fear and anger with her into her hands. She fed on him until he seemed numb before her lips hovered over his throat getting a look. She spotted it and gave light kiss feeling the pulse under her tongue.

"So delicious and now to feed my sweet may winged devils guide you to your rest." Her face contorted into a snarl with the lips curling up to reveal sharpened incisors and she bit down as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer before she pushed him back to fall limply to the floor. Shinju laughed allowing it to echo while her hands caressed and ran the length of her body. She could feel the tingling sensations until the guards spoke up and told her the bank had alarms going off and they needed to go.

Her head turned bringing a stare that made him go cold before blood trickled down his lips. His mouth went agape and she spoke coming closer. "Then you best run cause I don't give a kark and whoever stole from Kaine is here." Her head turned to the other guard while she stood up pushing the man aside while he slumped to the floor. "Well then if there are alarms it would be best to lock the place down. Don't want people going outside and looking like they are guilty now do we." She laughed again and slowly walked towards the door while he issued the orders to lock the doors and she would search the people.

The small walk down the stairs brought Sinju face to face with the people and she fed on them, she drank in all the emotions, all the fear, all the anger and laughed letting herself tingle, letting her body feel euphoric, even orgasmic at the slightest touch. She wanted more and the best way to cause fear to eat it in would be to just slaughter all the people here after all. She could do that and spoke standing a little over everyone while the few guards were doing as needed at the doors. While shinju spoke she let all guises fade away she was exactly as they could feel in that part of their brain that held self preservation instincts. "People of the empire... I regret to inform you that due to recent events as of this moment you are all detained by me. Seems someone is doing something and I'm going to sort it out, now remain calm or try and flee it makes little difference but keep in mind those people on the doors with guns. Are being paid to do as ordered and their orders are to shoot you if I say so. Now lets have no undo fussing."

Her head went down to the a pair of girls in the crowd and a smile formed as she jumped down and a circle formed to watch. "Well it would be best to make sure neither of you are enemy spies." Then her hand went to the child's leg and grabbed it getting a scream before Shinju picked her up by her arm and leg bashing her into her wailing sister. Once... twice.... three times until both stopped trying to scream and move. "Now your either going to behave or your going to join them."

 

[Vexander Graves]

LOCATION: Aboard the Apex
Lower Maintenance Ducts, Moving to Fire Control with
@Kei Amadis and 6 Wildcards.

The corellian padawan listened to his fellow Jedi, Kei was really a man worthy of notice; he knew how to place morale in others and knew how to command a unit with precision and even with pressure.

The words that were directed at Vex made him smirk a bit back at the man, although he was not sure if he could see it since the Alpha 7 armor had a mouth cover, for that reason, the young man whispered back "I'll gladly take any chance... I am always up for a quick shot" said in a cheerful manner while he charged his sniper.

No opposition could be seen on the way to the fire control, in fact, they were going fast and without making any sound due to the lack of opposition, within just a few minutes they were below the fire control. This was it...

With a fast movement, the team planted a charge below and cleared the area... the next thing happened in a heartbeat. The explosion opened a hole that caught everyone by surprise, Vex could feel the turmoil through the Force.

Moving with haste, the young man aimed his sniper at the men far from the hole created by the explosion and that were in the consoles that they had to get to. Without their operatives, the fire control would be less effective and they wouldn't encounter opposition while recalibrating the targetting systems to allow the second wave of Republic troops to dock.

Three different shots were fired at the operators, and Vex was about to shoot at the rest, however; a few shots aimed at the hole to prevent the rest of the Wildcards to enter at the control room made the young Jedi ignite his blue training saber and to help by deflecting them back to their shooters.

Following Kei, Vex in a similar manner proceeded to leap out with the help of the Force and landed on top of an imperial officer with the saber aimed at the left shoulder. For the time being, using his training saber was quite beneficial since it would just take them down and leave them unconscious, after the place was secure, they would determine what to do with all of them.

Moving his lightsaber like guided by the Force, the young man pressed forward avoiding blaster fire, dodging and deflecting with the same might that he had to show in Valen... to launch a big blow at the Sith and to erradicate their negative influence across the galaxy.

 

[Felix Emer]

Sith Space
Outside Bimmisaari Orbit
Brynjar - Victory-II Class Star Destroyer
Felix was busy preparing the main medical bay on Brynjar, assuming he would need to use it. If anything he was going to be prepared for any of the Army of Light who needed medical attention. An alarm on his wrist went off, alerting him to the fact that it was time to check on @[member="Manu Xextos"] . The medical bay was almost finished and any last minute prep could wait until after dinner.
"Max, take this to our captain, will you?" he said, handing Max a basket of specially selected foods that would help the healing process. Max took the handle of the basket with a bark and trotted off to find Manu is his captain's chair. Felix followed after him. Dropping the basket at his feet, Max barked and wagged his tail at Manu. "Time to eat" Felix said, placing his hand on the captain's back, applying some of the new healing skills in the force he learned from Manu himself. "I know you hate it, but drink this." he said handing him the concoction of a drink he had mixed together to help with the radiation poisoning. "You and I both know that I should probably conserve some of my energy when it comes to force healing right now." The only time Felix would ever command the captain was when it came to his health, while he was still his patient.

 

[Taiden Keth]

Outside Bimmisaari Orbit
Brynjar - Victory-II Class Star Destroyer
Plan B - The Landing Party - Launching
Multiple Missions. - Overall Goal, neutralise the enemy ships's force with as fewer casualties as possible.

@[member="Zack Danheir"] Targeting systems were down, the cue was given, timing was critical, and an Echani's strong point. Releasing docking clamps, landing gear up and away. Shuttles were enroute, heading for their target, the Apex, a symbol of victory for the Army of Light. Blasting off, 7 New Gamma class Assault Shuttles loaded with a mix of Nikto, Wild Cards, Thyrsians and Hard Targets Company, a true militia, just like the army of light of old. Coming with them were 10 Droch Class smaller boarding ships loaded with 60 Echani. To Taiden Keth they were all one arm, punching at a target, and this was all just one more way to regain his honor, to serve the right cause for once.

Echani pilots flew the craft, becoming one with the battlefield, echani battle sense taking over to guide them to their precision targets, critical areas on the ship where they would gain advantage. This is why Echani were once feared, they lived within this environment it was their expression and passion. Sitting tight with the house of Keth around him, sons and daughters of Keth, fathers and mothers, holding their weapons ready in their hands. Nobody's body language betrayed they were nervous to Taiden, all were highly trained professionals , that or just bred to live through battle, like his kin and family.

Standing ready while the ship rocked back and forth, there were no speeches given to their own, the way he stood, and the way he acted was instruction enough for a race who read through motion. At the front of the boarding hatch. The readiness, and the discipline common to all traditional Echani, dressed head to toe in white brilliance, not a spec or imperfection on him. An un-named lightsaber was in his grip, held fast, today it would gain its name for better or worse, and become his own.

With the targeting systems down the approach should be easy... unless someone had other ideas. Taiden was sure their fighters were up to it, @[member="Cambria Zadira"] if not, today would be that one perfect battle he died within, that one moment he found redemption for all his ancestor's mistakes.

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Spoiler

You can pick which ship type you like the look of more to be on @[member="Zack Danheir"] Droch or Assault Shuttles Zero G Entry.

@[member="Zack Danheir"] @[member="Cambria Zadira"] @[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="TD-30"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Hitching the Myrmadinas into its flight checks, Aditya flagged her position on the Echani wrist communicators given to the Army of Light. @[member="Natol'ine"] @[member="Dove"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] "Nato, get to the roof. I'll be there for you, promise." she said to her communicator. She'd be back for Natol'ine, but first Aditya needed to answer another call.

"@[member="Yusan Fenn"], closing in on your location. Get ready to jump for the co-pilot's webbing." She flung the Lambda-Class shuttle into the Bimmisaari sky, knowing full well it would be now attracting attention. The Lambdas were fantastic designs for packing punches and getting smooth dignified rides. They sucked at handling. Sucked like a straw. Not that it would matter much, Aditya was no pilot. She could fly a little, but beyond that? Well, it was best to let the Droid do it. Hopefully Yusan knew how to fly better than her. Landing with a woosh on the rooftop, she checked her counts. "Come on, come on, come on! @[member="Natol'ine"]'s still in the Commerce Center and I can't catch @[member="Dove"] on comm! We've got to go back and blow things up! What's your fancy, pilot or gunner?"

Lambdas had one amazing feature to make up for their horrible handling: Their guns could take out a frigate. Anything caught in the Myrmadinas' crossfires was as good as ash.