Dominion Bearing Down on Botor | GA Dominion of Botor

[Ryv]

// Battle of Botor //
// Near Capital City, Bram //
// Take the City and put the Coalition to the Blade //
// Gala Geert // Allyson Locke // Maynard Treicolt // New Jedi Order //

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With a strategy set in stone by the Jedi General, Ryv offered a nod of affirmation to Maynard before moving towards the forward command center's exit. He provided the same nod to Gala, opting not to engage her further, given the content rolling off of her in waves. Some battles just weren't worth fighting, especially in the face of an already raging skirmish. Instead, the Jedi Overlord's focus shifted to the squadron of rangers awaiting him by the exit. He approached the group, doing a quick rundown of names and callsigns, alongside a series of even faster handshakes. If he had the time, Ryv would've taken his shot at getting to know the lot of them a tad better. Unfortunately, breaking Botor's defenses took priority to an afternoon lunch with the boys. He stepped outside the commander center and turned down the ruined street leading up to his point of attack. Seeing Allyson waiting for him, he waved her over.

"Alright, Lucky, we're pushing to break through the Coalition's defenses here," Ryv dug out his device once more, activating the map uploaded to his holodevice during the brief meeting. "We've got some rangers at our back, plus one of the Imperium mercs who's stuck with us throughout the merging of governments," he motioned to the green-skinned form of Gala. "We're gonna do the Jedi one-two on this and create the cover for our shooters. Once we break past our defenses, we'll be looking at a dead zone for a hundred meters, give or take. If we can't keep the heat of our squad, it'll be impossible to breach the walls. So, get that lightsaber arm ready and stay close," Ryv looked back to Gala once more. "You know your skills better than me, so just do what you do best and leave the boys to us."

With that, Ryv continued past the checkpoint separating the Galactic Alliance's forces form the battered battlefield. The first dozen meters saw limited blaster fire sent their way, likely due to proper weaponry capable of engaging them from such a distance. Bombs dropped and either created or deepened craters on the field. Some of the less fortunate rangers found themselves caught within the blast, blown apart, and sent raining over the battlefield after the overwhelming impact. Ryv maintained his focus as they pushed towards the Coalition's defenses. The Blade of Ruusan flashed from left to right, expertly batting aside incoming blaster fire. A cyan glow permeated the moving unit, bathing them in its warm light, keeping a welcome calm to those more than anxious in the face of such odds.

"Okay!" Ryv called out, twisting the hilt within his grasp to quickly backhand another bolt whizzing towards him. "We're about fifty meters out! Keep it tight, folks!" he shifted on his backfoot, the cyan weapon hacking down in response to another shot, sending it screeching into the dirt before them. "Maynard, this is Ryv, we're halfway to the point of contact, but whatever hidden artillery they have up there waylayed our push. We should be fine, just falling a bit behind. Keep your eyes out, seems like our intel is a bit dated," the Jedi Knight paused, thrusting his hands out before him as another artillery strike spiraled to the surface in front of them. A translucent barrier materialized before the group, visibly shimmering as the explosive force and flames licked at the shield and raced past.

 

[Jin Lesoon]

master jin listen to commander Din and tells him ,"Din, you and your men may join us in the assult of Botor and if anyone of us dies it is worth it for freedom and justice for these pirates who are disrupting our land of the free, now lets crush these pirates for the Galactic alliance, MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US!"

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Coruscant
Senatorial Building
Tags: Maou | Shimrra Rin
Mood: Here

The clank of boots echoed throughout the interior of the Senatorial building. The halls unsurprisingly empty at this time in the evening. Many had deemed it time to return to their homes, it was only through tracking Kaito that the Jedi knew the other was still within the building. Not only that but Lanik could feel them. The presence he’d trusted for so long, now a twisted manifestation that hung over the halls.

Kaito had robbed people of their lives, he’d plotted against the Republic, attempted to undermine their dealing with other planets. He was a risk to not only the now Galactic Alliance but to the galaxy as a whole. A menace that needed to be stopped. In many ways what Lanik planned to do would be treason. He risked expulsion from the Jedi, a prison sentence, if not the death penalty. Yet that was the way of the Jedi, was it not? To lay their life down in the name of what was right? To bring about a brighter day. The only doubt Lanik had was the risk posed to Shimrra, he was willing to bear the crux of what was to come on his own. Yet for his apprentice to suffer a similar fate? It wore on the Knight’s heart. No matter how much he pleaded or told her to go, she stayed. In a way, she was almost as stubborn as he’d been as a padawan.

Coming to a stop before the final doorway, his last chance to turn back. To give up on this obsession. Hand-pressed up against the cool metal, Lanik bowed his head. The weight of the galaxy bore down on him. Its oppressive weight seeking to crush him beneath it. Fear clung to the Jedi’s heart. What if he was wrong? What if instead of capturing Kaito the man escaped? What if all of this ended up being for nothing?”

There was a faint whisper, a wordless one. With this whisper came a warmth that filled Lanik’s being. The fear that gnawed at his heart pushed away in the wave of energy that swelled throughout his being. This was the way.

Closing his eyes, Lanik exhaled, his will reaching into the inner mechanisms of the door and slamming them open. The shriek of metal filled the halls as the door was jammed open. When Lanik’s eyes opened the two sapphire orbs took in the office of Kaito. A man that wore his Atrisian heritage on their shoulder.

“Stay behind me, and if anything goes wrong you need to run.”

As he and Shimrra made their way through the office, Lanik’s hand reached down to seize the hilt of his lightsaber in his palm. Its weight reassuring. Its use and the signal it sent, one of finality. Those orbs that adorned the Jedi’s skull offered the promise of damnation. Turning the final corner to face the Senator, Lanik looked down upon them.

“Senator Kaito, you are under arrest for treason against the Galactic Alliance.”

 

[Corala Gethsverg]

Objective: Battle of Botor

It seemed her comment had gone ignored, which to Corala was a slight annoyance, but one she was used to. She moved away from the group. letting the rest of the jar heads gather round as she listened from a distance. Seemed pretty standard, run as fast as you can and try to take some enemies down with you. It was just senseless killing with some tactical maneuvers sprinkled in. With particle rifle in hand, Corala would await for the commandos to begin shuffling to their positions and await the charge that awaited them.

It didn't take long.

When the call was sounded, Corala rushed forward, laser batteries and Coalition forces laid down waves of fire, burning anything that came across the waves that poured down on them. It seemed as if a few jedi had joined the line as well, as up ahead Corala could see their sabers burning into the night, rushing into an onslaught of artillery fire, with the shimmering defensive shield beyond seeming to mock the approaching forces. Corala kept moving however, her vision not being obscured by the clouds of dirt and ionized air as her cybernetics worked over time. A blast caught her however, sending her airborne as something exploded behind her, sending her hurtling a few feet forward. Her augmented reflexes kicked in, as she managed to catch and balance herself, keeping in step as all hell broke loose. She found a chunk of rubble that would work for cover, and she took it; only to find some dumb private was scared out of his gourd. Suppressing a sigh, Corala knelled down and tried to get a read on the frequency of which the artillery poured down. "This is utter madness." She muttered, looking through her comm signal to see if there was anyone near by. They were going to need a hell of a shove to breach that barrier, and it was going to have to come soon.

Din Marren Gala Geert Ryv Maynard Treicolt

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Location: Aboard the "Evenstar" (Avalon-Class Corvette) en route to Botor
Escort: 5 Galactic Alliance Marines
Objective: Escape
Focus: Umedara Zaar

When the door to the cargo bay flew open, one of the marines forced the Senator behind her in a defensive position while the other four drew their weapons in a crescent formation around her. Though the marines easily dwarfed her smaller frame, she did not cower behind them, instead watching the door carefully for her captors to appear. It did not take long. As the smoke cleared it became obvious the Alliance soldiers were outnumbered and outgunned by a menacing looking bunch of what Adhira could only assume were pirates.​

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Then came the leader, a green-skinned woman, a mirialan, unassuming for the most part save her commanding presence. If there was any doubt who was in charge of this raid, it became clear when she announced her intention to take Adhira.​

"Pirate! By order of the Galactic Alliance, you will surrender your weapons and disembark this vessel immediately! We are authorized to use lethal force!"​

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There was a shift among the pirates, the sound of weapons... far more weapons... charging up. The Alliance soldiers were special forces, more than capable of taking on units twice their size, but Adhira counted more than 10. This situation was going to take a lot more than brute force to weasel out of and she had to think fast. "Stop. Stand down."​

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"Senator-"​

Adhira recognized the scolding tone, but she had already escaped the grasp of her protector and stepped forward, both hands raised in surrender. "I said stand down, soldier," she hissed. After a moment of hesitation, the uniformed warriors lowered their blasters.​

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"I'll come quietly, but you will leave my staff and my escort behind, you're clearly here for me... you don't need them," Adhira was really in no position to be making demands and there was clearly some uncomfortable tension behind her. If the others stayed behind they might find some way to signal the fleet and call for reinforcements before they got too far away from the system. "The Alliance will pay whatever ransom you're asking, I assure you." She stepped forward, hands still raised to indicate she would go willingly.​

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Well, there goes the cease-fire, she thought bitterly.​

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Objective: Battle of Botor
Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, armorwear cloak, 1x MandalArms SR-47, 2x SR-17 Heavy Pistol, one curved double-bladed lightsaber.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Loske Treicolt / Gala Geert


For a long time she wandered the galaxy aimlessly, leaving the Silver Jedi was something she regretted in recent years, but Jarael needed it to do that, she felt so much anger inside of her, so much hatred within herself for everything that had happened. So, instead of seeing the fall of those she hated through the sabers of her former allies, she discovered that the First Order had fallen against their oldest enemies, the Ssi Ruu. The former jedi needed to see this maybe finding some closure, she traveled to the capital of the planet of the former First Order, a place now taken by lizards, their people enslaved and serving as cattle for their horrible ships and their murderous technology. She barely left there alive, and when she did, she was no longer the same.

After spending the last few days working for various criminal organizations in search of credits to survive, Jarael had a beautiful resume, she killed for Black Sun, earned a lot of money from the Hutt Cartel and their infamous immense slug queen, served in the court of proud nobles of the Elzeri and then she gave herself up as a mercenary. Now she was fighting again, for credits and nothing, for another cause that she did not believe. So what if those who governed the planet refused to listen to their democratic masters of this supposed Galactic Alliance? Jarael knew the last one all to well and remembered the sight of the planet burning as Coruscant was ravaged by its enemies.

She had abandoned the clothing of a jedi a long time ago, still meditated and practiced, abused her gifts with the Force but never used her weapon in her work, or so she tried. It didn't seem right to her, even when she was forced to do that she later regretted it and said she would never do it again, however, she always carried her 'past' around her waist. Dressed in the battle suit she bought, tight to the body and covered by armorwear cloak, she loaded her SR-47, sighed deeply and left the roof of the building she used to hide in, enough time to raise the machine gun and unload one torrent of shots at a group of five Alliance soldiers. She managed to hit two of them before hiding again behind the wall, protecting herself from enemy shots.

The right hand released the larger gun and ran across his body in an instinctive gesture, closing his fingers around the SR-17's handle, perfectly fitted in the holster on the same side, drawing the gun and using the window to automatically shoot another soldier. Filling her body with shots, she counted seven, Jarael put the gun away again, she could already feel her head hurt, her gouged eye hurt even more, as if it burned and without even seeing it, she watched as the other two started to run away, one of them informing his position through the comlink, without a doubt to his superiors.

“Armed mercenary on the market square, need reinforcement!”, He shouted and as she left the coverage of the building his friend began turning and his rifle starting to point straight at her. So, the Arkanian raised her right hand once again and appealed to the Force, using an invisible crush gesture in the air, she grabbed his neck and choked him to death. “Suspect is using the FORCE, I repeat, suspect is a…”

She slowly turned her gauze at his direction as well, stopping him from saying another word, he choked too, but not enough to die, she did that her rifle, piercing his body with all she had. After what she had done, the sensation went through her, her empty eye socket began to calm down, as if there was something beneath the eyepatch that made her head boil during those moments. As soon as it cool down, she kneeled in front of the bodies, and said with a heavy voice.

“I'm sorry.”, She took a moment to see their faces before getting back on her feet, feeling more soldiers approaching and looking at the direction with a menacing look on her face. She could feel her head warming up once again. “This ain’t my war, my war is over.”, She said to herself before getting up and preparing to do it all again and again and again.

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Objective: Seek and Destroy

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The colors of the Nebula swirled in Constantine's view. It had been nearly an hour now, the various corvettes that were hunting the pirates had long since lost sight of each other in the mists. Only one other ship was in the Hawk's sensor range now, though they wouldn't be for long. Constantine sighed. Any pirate vessel with better scanners than the Warrior-IIs could easily ambush them. Of course, communications weren't too heavily disrupted, so they could still call for help.

The Hawk continued its search, silently flying through the gasses of the nebula. Silence still hung over the inexperienced crew, and the nervous officers watched every detail closely. Constantine was pacing around the bridge. Each step echoed in the bridge. Hours passed before the officer responsible for monitoring the sensors spoke up.

"Captain! Sensors are picking up a large force! Mostly freighters and strike craft, but there's also a frigate-sized ship and a small space station"

"Finally. How far away?"

"About a Kilometer sir!"

They'd stumbled in almost right on top of the Pirate base. Judging by the lack of movement in the pirate fleet, the Hawk hadn't been seen yet. Constantine yelled orders to the bridge crew and to the gunners across the ship. The larger guns of the ship could likely destroy the frigate quickly enough, but only with a surprise attack. The Hawk wasn't a very tough ship, so it would probably lose in an extended fight.

Constantine ordered his comms officer to inform the fleet of their position only when they began to fire. The large turbolasers and ion-cannons locked in on the pirate frigate, while the laser cannons and other anti-fighter weaponry prepared to hold on against the large number of smaller ships. Silence was replaced by the barking of orders, and the 30 crew members prepared to fight. Then, silence took its place aboard the Hawk again. No one spoke, the crew barely breathed from how nervous they were. Finally, the last preparations were prepared, and the Hawk was only a few hundred meters from the Pirates.

"All guns, open fire."

 

[Gala Geert]

Objective 3 - Battle of Botor // Botor system // Bram
Armour // Swords
Ryv // Corala Gethsverg // Maynard Treicolt // Din Marren ​

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Desparation rang through their comms, but Gala could barely hear over the cacophony of plasma firing all around them. <Suspect is using the FORCE, I repeat..>

An officer to her left raised his electrobinoculars and focused on the location where the deadly strikes had fired from. With a shock of recognition, the officer identified the source with a point - triangulating the position of the incoming message.

"Great. The pirates have wizards too. This is a grimm bedtime story."

Pirate weapons bombarded the area all around them, blasting the earth skyward, almost blinding their humanoid targets with the continuous onslaught. The officer who'd first spotted the source of the shooting was one of the first to be cut down by the gun's body-ripping rays. Gala dropped to a knee, but couldn't save him. The medic unable to make it there either before too much of his blood had already spilled, making a scarlet stain against the ground.

"This is ridiculous." She murmured, standing and fiddling with her armour to produce a can of dampener for those in her immediate radius. With a quick gesture, the woman paused her use of the viperwasp and a blue cloud erupted from the position the can landed. Those that benefited from it would feel a reduced impact from the barrage of fire, and the enemy would temporarily lose sight of the ever-moving squadron who pressed on beyond the concealing cloud.

At this range, she was an average soldier. The specialist required closer quarters.

"I'll get our gunner." She announced, all too happy to have an objective that got her in a range she was more comfortable with. These guns were so uncivilized. Adjusting her footing and rocking her weight from side to side, she leaped upward and activated her armour's jump servos first. The additional height and adjustment in her buoyancy made it easier for her jetpack to take over. For a second, she faltered, suspended while airborne in the transition of gravity to tiny, modular, augmented rockets on her back. Her teeth grit in response to the discomfort, and she twisted her shoulder to the left to avoid an incoming streak of plasma. With little time to waste, she leaned forward to make herself feel all the more aerodynamic and rocketed ahead of the squadron, firing from above as a tit-for-tat rebuttal to the pirates that had been doing that to the Jedi and Rangers. Plasma bit into armour and skin, with little time for jubliant celebration from the green-skinned combatant.

Her HUD indicated target acquired, based on the last intel patched through on who'd reported on who was gunning down their guys. Quickly, she shifted her orientation to become a feet-first arrow right to Jarael Belaerys ' chest. On connection, or miss, she cut the acceleration of her jetback and rolled on the ground, landing in a kneel and in a single, practiced movement both vibroblades were at the ready in an X behind her.

 

[Din Marren]

Objective: 3 - Battle of Botor
Allies: Galactic Alliance (& Allies)
Enemies: The Coalition
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Maynard Treicolt , Corala Gethsverg, NPC Commandos x2 (Lark, Pop)
Nearby: Ryv Gala Geert

Dare primes the dampener aerosol projector in his gauntlet and hunkers down next to Corala behind a pile of debris, waiting for the suppressive fire from Lark's chainblaster to die down. Catching her murmured words through his helmet's audio enhancers, he turns his head to the cyborg woman, <"You can say that again, Sir,"> a tinny voice responds.

He pulls his left fist close to his chest, preparing to launch the dampener as he anticipates the rotary fire to end. Without looking at her directly, he speaks out loud, <"I'm gonna pop some dampener to ease up this blaster fire around us so we can keep up with the right flank, okay? Apparently we've got hostile flashlights on the field, so double-check your targets to avoid taking out one of our own.">

While it wasn't normal for an average soldier to speak so casually to an officer, it was well-known within the Defense Force that the various special forces branches; SIA Operators, Rangers, Commandos and the like, were afforded increased levels of autonomy on the field. They still fell into the chain of command, of course, but they often had no formal obligations to obey the orders of officers who fell outside of their own Command Centers.

The commando's voice switches to broadcast over their strike team's comms rather than his helmet's annunciator, <<Commander Treicolt, I'm gonna try and make some noise to get some eyes off you. Think you can get yourself up on that last wall and take some heat off our advance? We're almost out of their arty range. Should be an easier push from there.>>

As his words finish so too does the volley of hellfire Lark had been raining down, prompting Dare to stand from cover and launch the aerosol container ahead of their position. He looks to Corala again and gives her a final nod, <"See you on the other side, Lieutenant.">

At that, he stands under the cover of blue mist. Several fading bolts glance of his armour, weakened by the dampener's blaster suppressing properties. Unfortunately, it was a double-edged sword. Without bothering to return fire, Dare bolts forward with Pop following close behind him.

<<Dare, I don't have eyes on the Commander,>> he advises over their fire team channel, his scattergun in-hand and he keeps pace with the sergeant.

<<Don't worry about him, Pop. If the stories are true, he'll be exactly where we need him to be when we need him,>> Din's reply comes a few seconds before the two emerge from the other side of the cloud, only a few feet away from an enemy trench at the foot of the final fortified wall. Beyond that, they'd finally reach the artillery guns and heavy anti-air emplacement that had been giving their forces hell.

The two commandos leap the final distance to cover, landing in the trench. Din lands in a kneel, quickly snapping his rifle up to open fire on the stunned mercenaries. The two do their best to draw the attention and fire of the trench line toward them, desperately holding out back-to-back in the narrow dugout.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Battle of Botor // Botor System // Atmosphere
X-02 Saber // Saber Squadron ft. Rik Perris
Saber Squadron's Playlist​

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Absentmindedly, a gloved hand ran over the dashboard while the X-Wing purred amongst the stars. They had enough fuel reserves to have deployed from the main hangar, but the idle position was starting to get increasingly...idle. All of their cloaking devices were activated, to remain undetected by The Coalition's sensors and at the ready to snap into action when the report of the ground team's success came in.

Loske was listening passively to the incoming reports from the shared Alliance channels. With her mic that was connected to the rest of the squadron turned off, the Padawan spoke up.

"We could totally take out just one A.A." Especially with the upgrades to the squadron's X-Wings, they could easily be undetectable with the right flying patterns. Even with the newer pilots on the team. Throwing meat into the grinder on the ground seemed frustrating, and she chewed on the inside of her cheek to stifle some of her frustration. Her friends were down there.

Frank immediately chimed in his support of the sentiment: I agree.

She shoved back in her seat, becoming incredibly heavy and huffing loose strands of blonde hair upward against her golden visor. "Waiting sucks." Patience was not one of this Jedi's virtues.

I agree.

Hold on - picking up unidentified bogies making way for Alliance aircrafts several klicks out.

"I see them." The pilot confirmed, her hand hovering above the toggle that would open her mic up to the rest of the squadron. "They're firing at the escorts....jeeze, who's in charge of protecting this ship?" They were doing a pretty dismal job. She flicked the mic to on as her screens flashed the warning several clicks away. Frank attempted to triangulate and figure out a best course while the XO

<Hey Scraps, you awake over there? You picking up this unfriendly tangle about one hundred and fifty klicks out on your radars?>

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Battle of Botar //:
//: Near Capital City, Bram //:
//: Take the City while Pretending to be a Front Liner Jedi //:
//: Ryv Maynard Treicolt Gala Geert //: Ground and Pound
//: Loske Treicolt Rik Perris //: Air Support

Allyson hunkered down on a small makeshift stool as she listened to the orders given to her through the device plugged into her ear. A spy in the middle of active combat was not the play, she was usually the one hiding and preparing the line for the front line fighters. It was a different feeling and energy to be around those that ran towards battle head-on. The Corellian missed her X-Wing right about now. The chatter continued as she exhaled deeply and quickly took in the same amount of air, courage, and the desire to learn new things took over as she stood up. Lightsaber in hand, she nodded, showing her ready. ​

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Finding the calm within the Force, Allyson began to trust it. Having Ryv nearby allowed her an easier route to finding that calmness. Blasterfire showered them; she tapped into the shadow training she received and melded her form in camouflage. Anything that came close enough to hitting her, the Force quickly deflected it. Never did the Corellian feel the special skills would help her on the front lines. ​

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With her not being a target, Allyson was able to focus on protecting the squadron that was near her. A force barrier quickly erected, creating an invisible shield in front of the troops that moved up the dead zone. As they drew closer, Allyson radioed Ryv, “Time for some Air Support?” As they moved closer, she figured it would be easier for the fighters to pepper off anyone they couldn’t get into combat with. ​

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The camouflage dissipated, she continued to keep the barrier up and moved to a centralized position with the squad that fired upon the wall. Reaching a point, the barrier fell, and she moved into combat with the first line of defense of the Coalition. The sound of the saber snapped and hissed cutting through the barrels of the guns, the Master used the Force to incapacitate the troops she fought.​

 

[Rik Perris]

Battle of Botor / / Botor System / / Atmosphere
X-02 Saber / / Saber Squadron w/ Loske Treicolt
Saber Squadron's Playlist

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Second Mission. Second. Mission.

And patience was more than a virtue - it was a way of being, and being bounced around from mentor to mentor, class to class after the loss of his Master five years prior required much of it. Becoming accustomed to one Jedi's way of teaching made the adaptation difficult, and the first while saw Andrik spending much time exploring the way through his grief with physical training: his fists, sparring, alienating his peers. Counsel imploring him to meditate, to otherwise honour Edic Nurown's memory, and do right by him, eventually got through, and brought growth.

"Of course blowing things up can do good, Jenks," he insisted, "some plant species need fire to propagate. Beauty in destruction, right? That alone should tell you something."

That wasn't to say the experience completely changed him. You could bring a man out of a boy... but you couldn't take the boy from his first love, just make him responsible for it. Trying to explain how explosives were more than just a boom, to defend and justify his oldest interest to a fairly new astromech without much of a developed personality was somewhat futile, and convincing flesh and blood people of its merit didn't always fly.

Torpedoes are meant to destroy and kill. There is no beauty in this.

Rik barked a one-note laugh. "Yeah, sure, buddy. Hey, look, if you-"

Unidentified contacts bearing down on Alliance vessels, 150 kilometres ou-

The notification, his radars lighting up....

<Hey Scraps, you awake over there? You picking up this unfriendly tangle about one hundred and fifty klicks out on your radars?>

...right in time with his helm crackling with chatter from the XO that cut Jenks off made Scraps sit up, rod straight, and flick his own mic to on. It was happening.

<Yep...>

He peered at the array of unfriendly markers bearing down on the escort markers. What could they want with...? Then his head shot up, gut feeling climbing with it. Chit, it was gettin' real.

<...crap, isn't that the Evenstar?> Another beat. <They're after the senator!>

 

[Umedara Zaar]

Umedara looked at Chandra and then to the armed guards, "mhmmm, you are absolutely right." She didn't need the guards or escorts, "alright, friends you step this way and you know where the escape pods are right?" She gestured in the general direction of escape pods. "My friends will make sure your friends find their way to those lovely escape pods."​

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"Where are we on the thievery?" Ume inquired of her pirates who gave her the thumbs up, "excellent, so we've looted the place, scarcely a death - a few injuries. Well, whenever you're able dearest Chandra you can come with me to the lovely Scylla." If she was lucky they could get out of here with much more of a fight. She needed to alert the other half of the team, the ones who needed to be at the safehouse, which she was sure now - was going to be on Commenor. It was one of the nicer ones at least.​

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An alert through her comms, "ah it seems we'll need to double time our efforts, it appears we may have company and honestly, I'd rather not have any further bloodshed today." How noble, the scoundrel gestured with her blaster pistol, "now, now, friends I'm sure Ms. Chandra can walk herself to our wonderful ship."​

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Adhira Chandra | Rik Perris ​

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[Ryv]

// Battle of Botor //
// Near Capital City, Bram //
// Take the City and put the Coalition to the Blade //
// Gala Geert // Allyson Locke // Maynard Treicolt // New Jedi Order //

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Ryv dropped the barrier and pushed further up the field, his cyan saber once more surging into existence. He gripped tight on the heavy-handed weapon and swung the great saber forward, deflecting one of the leading shots following the brief pause created by the artillery strike. Each step carried him closer to the walls, but ground gained came through continued labor by the leading Jedi. It should've been a much easier advance, but the Alliance Rangers lacked the cover, troops, and support necessary. With only the Jedi acting as an advantage in their push, Ryv couldn't blame the caution taken by those behind him. Their precarious nature inspired him to work harder, rather than allow more of their men to die at the hands of the Coalition. The Blade of Ruusan struck out in a blur, the Jedi Knight focused primarily on keeping the shots at bay, rather than deflecting them back at targets. There were just too many to focus on at once.

Allyson's voice stole his attention, nearly causing a swift collision with a screeching blaster bolt. Ryv weaved to his right, avoiding the wave of energy before he found purchase in his stance once again.

"Air support's a no-go, Allyson," Ryv pressed into the remnants of a structure that once lined the city walls. Finally managing to break a line of sight with their assailants, the Kiffar silently thanked his luck. "We're pushing to take out the last anti-air battery shooting down our starfighters and dropships. If it were that easy, we wouldn't be here," he chuckled, doing a quick headcount of the men at their side. Before he could issue an order, the Corellian Jedi Master pressed ahead, breaching the wall to engage the defenders. "She seems to be enjoying herself, boys," Ryv grinned at the rangers as he slid around their temporary cover. "Let's go join her!" he charged up after her, his lightsaber biting through a similarly raised blaster before it's wielder found themselves tossed through the air. The soldier slammed into the side of a speeder before collapsing unconscious to the ground.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Allyson, we still need to make sure our squad is okay," Ryv trailed behind her still, using his saber not to engage their foes further, but maintain the provided cover. At the same time, the gathered Rangers and Commandos worked with a cool-efficiency, clearing out the enemy's defensive position with practiced ease. "Besides, we're already down one operative," the Jedi Knight's gaze trailed whatever direction the green-skinned duelist disappeared. "If we aren't careful, we can get further separated and find ourselves outnumbered," he deflected an incoming shot, a smirk taking form as it sent one of the Coalition soldiers to the ground.

"Maynard, we've breached the wall. Shouldn't take much longer to engage the anti-air battery on our front. How are things on your end?" Ryv posed the question as he stepped up beside Allyson, complimenting her defensive with his saber. "One of us can move to support you if need be."

 

[Adhira Chandra]

Location: Aboard the "Evenstar" (Avalon-Class Corvette) en route to Botor
Rescue: Saber Squadron
Objective: Escape
Focus: Umedara Zaar Rik Perris Loske Treicolt

Adhira's gambit had apparently worked. She felt a wash of relief when her would-be captor acquiesced to allowing the others to escape. For a criminal, Umedara was surprisingly lenient with her prisoners. This woman was either a rare breed of noble pirate or Adhira was worth far more than she believed. Truth be told, the leader of the Centrists was probably worth a pretty penny to the Alliance, but the Balmorran wasn't really interested in finding out just how much that turned out to be.​

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As the last few marines filed out of the cargo bay to the escape pods and Adhira herself prepared to follow to the "Scylla" there was a muffled voice that sounded from under her cloak. The green-skinned female mentioned company and the dusky politician had all the information she needed. Her dark eyes shifted to the ground a few feet from where she was standing, a blaster laid abandoned. Her eyes darted between the pirates and the blaster for a moment before the old woman dove to her right. The fall hurt. Bad. She landed on her knees and elbows but was able to take the gun in hand before shimmying behind a large storage crate.​

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Clumsily the Senator produced her communicator from a tight pocket under her cloak and fumbled with the buttons. <Alliance Command, this is Senator Adhira Chandra,> she gasped desperately into the device, <the Evenstar has been boarded and we have been taken hostage. All available units please respond. Repeat, the Evenstar has been bo->​

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She felt herself violently jerked to her feet and both the communicator and blaster dropped to the floor. Her wrists had been grasped with ease by a much larger devaronian. Adhira was not entirely certain but she thought she heard something, somewhere crack. "You wont have time to escape... they'll be here any minute," another bluff. Adhira wasn't even sure she'd hit the right button to send a transmission and even if she did there was no guarantee there were any available troops to respond to her call for help. There was only hope left, hope, and stalling.​

 

[Umedara Zaar]

Umedara sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose, "why can I never just have one, just one operation go cleanly?" She asked herself, rhetorically. This is exactly what you get for playing nice. "Also, what in the Sithspawn did I tell you guys before we got here?" Umedara shot the Devaronian square in the face. "We do not damage the goods, she is the goods, therefore we do not FETHING DAMAGE THE GOODS!" She became slightly unhinged and continued to shoot the Devaronian until he was an ash pile. Ume then holstered her blaster and cleared her throat, an attempt to gain control over her temper.​

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"Yeah, I know they'll be here, that's the point of getting on that boat," Umedara gestured to the Scylla, "because that one doesn't have near the fancy tracking equipment this one has." The part-time pirate's voice had a growl in it as she shook her head. "I am severely overworked, and under fu-." The Miralan cursed loudly, as she approached the woman, Senator apparently, figured Sotta wouldn't tell Umedara all the details. "please, I will not hurt you, trust me."​

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The Evenstar as they spoke would be rigged, nothing detrimental - a classic emp/ion blast. The equipment would be shot to feth and back, but that could be fixed. It would only be a delay but she still had a job to do, and even now - she was starting to wonder if it would be worth it. Not like it would've been the first time she's lost a high prize for Sotta. Wouldn't be the last either, and since he failed to mention the woman was a Senator, well - she could be a little liberal with the truth. "You don't want to be here, when this thing goes, please - take my hand, and let's go."​

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Adhira Chandra | Rik Perris ​

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Objective: Battle of Botor
Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, armorwear cloak, 1x MandalArms SR-47, 2x SR-17 Heavy Pistol, one curved double-bladed lightsaber.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Gala Geert

She was still surrounded by corpses, Jarael didn't even dare to count them, she saw only eight in front of her, but she knew there was at least twice that behind her. Her mind couldn't think straight, about each soldier's helmet that fell through the shape of those who wore First Order soldiers, and everyone seemed to laugh at her, even after they died they kept laughing. She felt their hatred, she knew they needed to die but they were already dead, right? This is confusing, she knew it was no longer the same so she continued to see their faces when new soldiers appeared before her. And when she struggles to the point of making her head throb with pain, she can almost remember since she started seeing their faces.

There was a planet, frozen to the core, Odacer-Something, and there was a door, a black door made of black stone, she should not go in that door, or was it the other way around? She remembered that she had not entered, but she also remembered that she had entered through the door and then she imagined the yellow eyes of a masked woman, a demon from the depths doing things to her.

Again her eye started to burn, someone was approaching, but she couldn't see or notice its presence directly, she could only feel the movement coming from somewhere. And without even realizing it she drew up an action plan faster than she could even notice, like when someone's leg gets stung by a sand viper and its poison slowly rises but already starts to burn the senses and makes you fall asleep.

“It is coming…”, the voice said, too audible for her ears to think it belonged to her head and before she could think about it, Jarael felt the weight of something pounding against her, like a bantha kicking you in the chest, and her conscience was still there when she noticed those feet. someone hitting it like an arrow, shooting her backwards like a piece of nothing. In her head she heard herself commenting that it wasn't for the armor, it would have more damage than she could imagine, but she wasn't imagining it, she was just reacting and her body felt little of what hit against it.

Lying on the floor, still with her only eye open, Jarael just reacted, her arm moved like a tentacle wrapped around the SR-47, raising it in the air, letting her finger drop on her trigger and making the weapon howl like a krayt dragon, firing a volley of shots in the direction of her new rival. She did it for a minute or so, her arm moving around chasing wherever she moved, because she saw the humanoid but at the same time she didn't.

"You ...", her lips spoke but the voice was not hers and without even using the support of her hands, just twisting her body she strangely fast rose again. Holding the gun with both hands, lifting it high and letting your finger sink into the trigger in the direction of your rival, or as close to it as she could see. “You are with them, aren't you? Those fanatic monsters! Those klarkling monsters!”

 

[Maou]

Objective: Diffuse - Deflect - Evade - Survive?
Location: Coruscant Senate District
Interacting With: Lanik Dawnstar
Mood

Coruscant was a far cry from Corellia, and an even further from the backwater wannabe city that had been Terminus. But he'd gotten used to it. His Root agents and Lieutenants saw that Gold Sector remained under Yokai control and since he'd come here he'd been slowly setting the stage for inserting his own into the Corellian underworld so that he may finally depose that fool coward Tung. He'd been slowly gaining favors within the Galactic Alliance and even found that participating in the Game of war had been much like taking territory on the streets of Corellia. A bomb placed here, an assassination attempt there, a promise to help some backwater planet in exchange for near-exclusive development rights, and suddenly you were somewhere in the middle of the pack, praised for your bipartisanship and known as someone who could truly get things done. He had High Admirals, world leaders, other Senators, and dozens of aides and small-time employees at his fingertips and they, for the most part, trusted him.

He was reflecting on all of this, gazing out over the Coruscanti skyline from his office in the Senate district when he saw them. The weather control system had called for a storm tonight. It had been too long since the planet had one of its own designs and in a brief flash of lightning, he saw the two cloaked figures gazing up at him. He felt them in the Force, though the other was...a strange presence he had not felt before, but he knew they were powerful.

His Master had warned him of the day when a Jedi, or several, would see through him to the selfish being that wanted nothing more than power and control. He'd heard the rumors, the rumblings in the Underworld about a Jedi relentless for 'Justice', though to what end was anyone's guess. That Maou had killed his family, maybe his lover or that the Red Demon King of Corellia had wronged him in some way that he couldn't prove through conventional means. When his peons had talked, it had honestly surprised him, though he supposed he shouldn't have been so. He'd heard of the powers of the Jedi even before his tutelage and now with his deeper understanding of the power he and the Jedi commanded it was inevitable that an ambitious enough Jedi could follow the human breadcrumbs.

When the Jedi, unknown to him at the time as Lanik Dawnstar, Hero of the High Republic, had landed on Coruscant he'd felt it in the Force. The man shone so brightly it made his proverbial eyes sore. He'd expected the Grandmaster or their little Sword of the Jedi to be the ones he'd spotted or possibly even both of them. But when his doors whooshed open the reflection in the transparisteel he was staring through surprised him and he let as much show on his face when he turned to face the white-haired Jedi Knight and his Padawan. From either side of the room two droids stepped forward, their elegant features belied their deadly nature. Personal droids of Atrisian styling, their black photoreceptors offered a deadly ambiguity but their dress and appearance held similar to servant protocol or pleasure droids. Kaito raised a hand to stop them in their tracks.

"Jedi Knight Dawnstar," he started, his voice calm and smooth, "What is the meaning of this?" His eyes flicked to a sword stored into the wall as a display piece which was above set of ancient Atrisian armor that adorned one of his many pedestals of Atrisian art, history, and culture.

"I wasn't aware of any investigation, and I don't see a warrant in your possession," he said, the earlier cool of his voice being replaced by ice-cold malice. His eyes flicked to the Jedi's lightsaber, still unlit. "Are you threatening me Master Jedi? The Senate won't stand for this."

 

[Arthes gan Nithral Aderyn]

Clouded Visions

The giants continued their seemingly unstoppable advance towards the thick Durasteel barriers wearing armor that gleamed a warm beautiful glow whenever struck by a blaster bolt or projectile. Ymlerith's particle accelerator struck true sending a stream of photons out that punch and throttle clear of the green-skin Rodian who had been manning the heavy blaster cannon which had kept the platoon of giant Gwerin Doeth warriors suppressed. Immediately the defenders fire upon Ymlerith and he dissapears back behind the thick steel ceiling support pillar, bolts of ruby light whizz and sizzle pass and he clutches his heavy rifle closer to breast with its' muzzle facing the ceiling above.

Ymlerith's helmet lenses watched as Lifftenant Arthes emerges from out behind her cover in a leaping mantle, she thrust an open palm towards the heavily armed aliens. Ymlerith stares as the alien humanoids are gripped by some disembodied force and then thrust violently off their purchase high up into the air and find themselves driven like pins against the ceiling, clutching their weapons desperately. "Shoot them!" Ymlerith and the platoon raise their blasters towards the feeble eyes of the foe that tremble faced with impending doom limbs desperately try to peel themselves away from the ceiling in a vain gesture of defiance. Ymlerith eased the trigger of his particle accelerator down and a stream of starlight lances upwards into the breast of a woman with tails growing from head, she let out a brief gasp and died immediately and so too did another dozen join the force.

Arthes drops the lifeless bodies unceremoniously along with her rifle and slouches over clasping at her faceplate she growled painfully. Sergeant Caradog delegates their squad leaders to advance up a dias connecting to a staircase leading higher up into the space station, he approaches Lifftenant Arthes with carbon scoring from where blaster shots had found their mark sizzling impotently across armor plate. "Ma'am, are you alright?" Caradog asked dryly through the din of his helmet's vocalizer unit, Arthes through ragged breathe retrieves the weapon dropped and straightens turning to meet her Sergeant's gaze. "The platoon is moving towards what we believe to be a local tram station, the Captain has ordered us to seize control of it and attendant tram."

Heaving out a sigh now that her ragged respiration subsided, darkness crawls up her spine and snaps around the nerves forcing the seven foot tall Arthes to convulse for a fleeting moment. Caradog did not move or speak though beneath his helmet Arthes senses his unease at the sight, she dismisses his speech with the wave of hand in a display of precognition that Sergeant Caradog finds profoundly disturbing, could she read his mind? The man had to wonder and if she could no doubt Arthes had discovered the many contemptuous thoughts harbored in silence about his platoon commanders' 'inexperience'. "Your concern is unnecessary Sergeant." Caradog's thick brows furrow, his eyes narrow at what is perceived as a slight. "Casualties?" Arthes' next question is of her troops' welfare and true enough Caradog thought her dutiful in this regard. All the more reason for his suspicion regarding the Lifftenant's ability to read his thoughts as she seldom showed such concern for him personally perhaps their professional contempt had truly become mutual.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Battle of Botor // Botor System // En Route to Evenstar
X-02 Saber // Saber Squadron ft. Rik Perris
Adhira Chandra // Umedara Zaar ​

<Alliance Command, this is Senator Adhira Chandra, the Evenstar has been boarded and we have been taken hostage. All available units please respond. Repeat, the Evenstar has been bo->

The transmission that desperately relayed through the comms confirmed any lingering suspicion, replacing apprehension with absolution. Any other support vessels were too far out, and not fast enough. Her fingers danced over the comms to send a transmission of Saber's got it back to command before any sort of panic ensued at the price of their dear senator.

These coalition bad guys were going to have to contend with the Moxie of the XO and her squadron.

<Saber, we're splitting. Ten, seven and four - on my wings. The rest of you, eleven is taking the lead on the airstrike when they call. Or, who knows - maybe we'll be back in time and not miss any of the fun.

Those with me, activate stealth. We don't want to announce our arrival too early.>

Loske rolled the X-wing up on the starboard stabilizers and started the long turn that would break formation and reset course toward The Evenstar. The remodel's thrusters were pushed to their limits, and as if to will the ship to go even faster, the girl leaned forward in her seat while cutting through the vacuum between their original position and the distressing hijacking.

I have no location of the Senator. There's no guarantee she's still aboard The Evenstar.

"She doesn't have an active beacon on her commlink?"

Not that I can trace. Frank admitted, still trying to run diagnostics and prove himself wrong.

"She probably is -- why else would the pirate's linger? Try and patch a message through to her -- we need to know her location so we don't fire on the wrong ship." Loske mused, punching the right rudder pedal with her foot. The aft of her ship swung up, a maneuver that further corrected her course for the ship in front of her.

With no further incoming messages, the kiffar was forced to make a provisional decision with only a subset of the information available to her. She inhaled sharply, trying to focus on any whispers from the Force that stretched from her, searching for a response. She was surprised to detect a faint, very faint, signature mixed in amidst the white noise.

<They're still on board the Evenstar!> The XO chimed through the comms, a hint of excitement lacing her observation. <Let's disable takeoff for our saboteurs.> The freighter tethered to the Alliance craft would soon become aglow with the wrath of part of Saber's squadrons - the ace shooters in Loske's wake. <Then we can board the Evenstar.>