Dominion Black Boots | GI Dominion of Anaxes |

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Objective 1: Hunt down and subdue Kiber Dorn before he causes anymore trouble

Objective 2: Purge the remnants of the Vulptereen nationalists and their allied cells in the mountains of Anaxes.

Courting Anaxes had taken months, but the prospect of the world choosing to join the Imperium had been a rather natural one The Anaxians were a particularly militaristic culture, having served as the heart of the Grand Army of the Republic's officer corps in the day of the Old Republic. That military tradition had carried on into the modern day, with Anaxes providing the upper echelons of militaries from a number of different regimes. It was only logical that the Imperium secure that wealth of experience for itself.

There were two things troubling Anaxes. The first was that of a rogue force user that had caused more than a bit of trouble. No one had been killed yet, but several thousand credits of property damage had been incurred, along with a few dozen non-lethal injuries and general sense of terror in the districts this one walked. Cedric had sent for a team to track this man down at the request of the Anaxian government. He was to be taken alive, as Force Users were a precious commodity as of late, and this one hadn't killed anyone yet. Perhaps he could be brought to the Imperium's' side? The Anaxians seemed to think so, else they would have shot him dead already.

That was not any of Cedric's concern, however. The Vulpteerens had made their way to Anaxes after having caused trouble on both Vulpter and Kuat. The nationalists had gained a handful of allies: pirates and mercenaries mostly, but there was word of practitioners of the dark side proliferating in their ranks. Imperium intelligence tracked their last known cell to Anaxes, in the mountains some ways outside of the capital. The Anaxians could deal with them on their own, though there would be no small amount of blood spilled. Thus they had requested the Imperium handle the situation, in light of new friendship.

The shuttle rumbled as the freezing mountain air passed over its durasteel carapace. Cedric sat in the back, arms crossed about his chest, legs folded over one another - quite a feat in the armor he was entombed in. Several Sons of Ession had accompanied him - he assumed a squad or two of the Imperium's finest would be enough to finally quash this threat. The Jedi was silent throughout the trip, his mind traveling far beyond the mortal realm as they drew closer to their destination.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 1: The Wrong Trousers​

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A familiar scene began to unravel as Kiber found himself so rudely awoken by the terrifying banging coming from behind him. A strong smell of piss, shet and vomit accompanied this jarring start to his day as bleary eyes opened and found the seat of a toilet to be his bedfellow once again.

“...buh...Janice? 'Dat you...?” Kiber groaned slowly, many parts of his brain still sleeping soundly and with the rest either still high, drunk or both.

“WHERE'S DA MONEY, PARSLEY? YOU KRIFFIN' LITTLE BOG RAT!”

“...who Parsley...? Not I, said the....bruup....pussycat...”

It was then the door, nay, the entire row of stalls began to shake as whoever was on the other side of the door began to heave massive boots in an attempt to break down the respective barrier between them. This was slightly alarming. Actually more than alarming. This sounded serious, like whoever was after him wanted to fold him up several times and punt him into a spiked pit.

Really need to stop waking up this way, dude.

With agonising sluggishness, Kiber lifted his head from the rank rotten toilet (which did not have a seat) a large red mark adorning his cheek from where he had been laying. The man staggered to his feet, swaying and stumbling as the kicks to the door continued with great gusto.

Looking down he found the sight of his pasty and bare legs staring back at him. Most curious. He had no trousers on.

Gotta stop doing this, man...

“...I'm gun' op-”

“I'LL BREAK YA LEGS, PARSLEY!”

“...no tho', I got tha' money,” he slurred, lying to high heaven and back, “...so I'm gun' open tha door...an' we all be gravy...”

So he did.

“...oh, hiya.”

An ugnaught stood before him. A pigman. Shorter in stature but built like a brick shethouse. His little piggy eyes were immediately drawn to the bare gangly legs that stood before him, jowls quickly turning from fury, to disgust and then back to fury once more.

“WHERE DA MONEY!?”

“...about that...”

Before crap excuses could be spewed forth, his furious porcine debt collector barrelled into the stall, shoving Kiber backwards and into the toilet bowl, the seat of his mysterious underwear becoming wet as his skinny bottom fit inside the toilet instead of on it. Oh, it wasn't just water in there. Oh no.

“Wu-wait!”

The emergency of the scenario was at least waking him up somewhat as a hand shot outwards, palm facing the direction of the ugnaught. A wee wave and waggle of the fingers, a small change of tune in the putrid air of the toilets were the only indications that something was up.

“You don't know me and uh... I don't owe you any money. In fact, you owe me your trousers. So...so like you're going to give me those and go home...an' I dunno, become a vegan.”

Just like that, it all changed. The pigman mellowed in jarring fashion, especially given his prior ire up into that point and as Kiber dislodged his ass from the toilet his now former-debt collector took off his own trousers and chucked them at the dishevelled Dorn.

“You know ov any quinoa places 'round 'ere?”

“Uh, no. Sorry.”

What the feck is a quinoa?

Without a further prompt the ugnaught left, leaving Kiber to consider the mystery of what quinoa was and put on his new trousers that were, unfortunately, A) too short and B) too wide, forcing his ankles to be exposed like a filthy maiden and also making the man have to hold them up lest he exposed himself again.

Eventually, Dorn trudged out of the (thankfully) male toilets and into a cantina where he was immediately confronted by a large screen used to show smashball games. It showed security camera footage from the night before, a news story about some maniac causing havoc in the city.

Wait.

That was him on the screen. Wearing no trousers. Atop a war memorial. Holding the statue's head. Screaming about being the Dark Lord.

His blood ran cold.

“Our sources tell us that us that Parsley MacTavish is still at large and was last seen near Grof's Bar and Grill...”

“Feth.”

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Objective 3: BYOO
Location: Anaxes War College
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The room was rather loud, a circular table within a large room. Each person seated with given high security clearances, officers of the Anaxes Military, head instructors of the Anaxes War College. Most being human, each person discussed among the other about their situation. The room they were situated in was installed centuries ago by the Galactic Empire, rooms that were designed to be bug proof, to be sealed with blast doors, to have detectors of nearly every kind...things perfect for the warlords of old. The people were getting more tense as a male leaned over to one of the female instructors.

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"Hey, why were we summoned?"
"I am unsure, someone said a meeting between us and the Grayson Imperium, something about a-"

The doors would give a long hiss from the side as the blast door would open, revealing the Sullustan as he slowly walked into the room in stride. If anyone else would be with him, that would be the up to their decision. The Sullustan before him forgone the old clothing of the Exile, his "Jedi" clothing as everyone called it, in the form of his old uniform. Having it pressed and stitched up without people wanting to kill him was very difficult for an old Imperial Officer uniform but regardless, he felt its presence would do much great here. Those before him would not fear of a timid old man...they would fear an old symbol. Walking closely to the table, he would gently lay his hands onto it and overlooked the people before him, speaking with a voice of authority, it was cold but was reserved, no venom added with it this time.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the esteemed Anaxes War College, I am grateful for you coming here today. I will get straight to the point, I am here because of your governments suspicion in a rather delicate matter. We have intercepted encrypted communications via black drop, coming from this facility around the marked times of Twelve Hundred and Fourteen Hundred hours near the courtyard complex. It was done rather well I must admit but their intelligence officers have spent numerous man hours scouring through holovid footage of each and every one of you. Not only have they done that, they have went through every holonet address you ever been to, every bit of file work on your personal life. The reason why you are all here is simple...one of you, is a spy."

There was a murmur in the room, a partial commotion as people talked among themselves. The Sullustans dull eyes would slowly scan around the table, looking for the one thing every person will soon give out...Fear. He could not tell the emotions apart currently, but there was many that feared the outcome though which was the culprit that feared the most, he could not tell. When one went to get up to point at the Sullustan, he would unclip his older ancient lightsaber and slam it down onto the table with a CLACK, silencing the crowd and making the younger gentleman freeze in place, where he stood. Slowly, the Sullustan would walk around the table, each step he made echoed from his boots, the Sullustan speaking out loud while gently pulling onto his gloves to ensure they were properly put on and free of dust.

"Now now...only one person here is the spy. For whom, I do not care for, your government just wants it taken care of. I am what you call...a specialist in these kind of situations. I have been given full powers for judging those responsible and make verdict upon you, for you have given out government secrets for financial gain. Here is how it is going to work...I will give this room thirty seconds, to tell me who the spy is. If not...then I will personally ensure that not only will I be your judge, I will be your executioner when I find out who it is. Starting now...One...Two...Three-"

He would finally go behind the young man as he spoke those numbers, each one echoing across the room as he looked forward, his eyes glancing around as he awaited a response from someone, the clock slowly ticking down. Fear was being given across the room, some looking upon the others while those of seniority stared upon the Sullustan with fierce determination. The male who was still standing, would feel the Sullustans right hand as it would slowly push him down on the count of ten, keeping it held there throughout the duration, of the count down. He could only hope, this would draw the person out, let their feelings betray them.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Objective 1
Get started searching​

'Fun. Fun.' Sigh, and a facepalm at reading the charges against this strange being.

"I'll bite," Pomsty stated, gazing over the data pad records. She has nothing more interesting to do! Political stuff is not her forte, and she feels herself far too new a member of the Imperium to be joining a military action; actually as of yet she has not been officially enlisted among the members of personnel. She has not thought of running away, so obviously she is entertaining the idea of it.

Rounding up a man for whatever purpose has never ever been one of her weaknesses. In fact, they always came back to her for more of whatever she has granted them, even when the stakes were high, or the situation morbid. Just, practically 90% of the time she found them to be less than worthy of her attention and abundantly repulsive, and well men would find themselves aimlessly zombie-walking through the swamps of Dathomir, oblivious of her well cast 'get the heck away from me' Revulsion Enchantment!

"I am pretty dead-set that this is going to cost somebody something though." From what she has read regarding this Kiber Dorn dude, he just doesn’t seem to be…well maybe he needs more fiber in his diet, or a little red wine. Pomsty has a feeling she is going to regret accepting this undertaking. "In fact I am totally steadfast in insisting on it," she informed P Placeholder 0128 .

She waited as the small squadron of volunteers loaded up with whatever devices they felt necessary, before turning out into the streets.

 

[Amaris Tanenat]

Objective 1
Apparel​

"Hey! Hey! HEY!" Amaris rather quiet, accented voice yelled towards the stores owner. A rather disgruntled, older human rolled his eyes at the Felacatian.

"I told ya to be careful, girl. Ya got ya credits. Scam now." A wave of his hands towards the door. A rather dismissive, rude response to her rather loud response to him.

"You easily could have warned me about the water tank in your dumb ship. Do you see these ears and tail? Do I look like the kind of person who likes being surprised by a sudden waterfall?" A hand grabbed the tale that had been dashing back and forth angrily. And then she shook her fist with said tail in her hand.

"Out! Crazy woman. Out of my shop!"

"Do I look like the kind of person who likes going for swims?" She continued to explain as he continued to slowly push her out of the door and onto the streets. "You owe me at least 500 more credits for that alone," she hissed, her canine teeth resting on her very frowny lips.

SLAM!

Amaris growled as her ears and tail puffed out momentarily before returning to normal. A long-winded sigh as the young Felacatian sat down on the street's curb, catching a flyer as it flew through the air. An ear and eyebrow perked. Kiber Dorn was a wanted man? Huh, maybe that would make this planet worth something. She squinted at the list of sins and crimes he had committed - which rolled over onto the back of the page. Wooow. Impressive, actually.

P Placeholder 0128 | Jegy Sesara | Pom Stych Tivé

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 1: Justice4Barbara
The Righteous: Pom Stych Tivé Amaris Tanenat ​

It's fine. Everything is totally fine. There's no reason to panic or make any rash decisions. Just gotta find some digs, hide out and wait for this whole silly scenario to blow over. Easy money, right? Well, asides from finding somewhere to hide and getting there without being spotted by the authorities, concerned citizens that watch the news and whoever else wanted his head.

“We're now live with a woman who was assaulted and robbed by this crazed individual. Over to you, Jezmond.”

“Thank you, Clara. I'm here with Barbara-Gertrude Moiling, a local who has bravely come forward to tell her story. What exactly happened last night, Barbara?”

Oh no.

An audible gasp came from Kiber Dorn as his apparent victim came onto the screen. She had to be at least ninety years of age, if not more. Human, with a thin grey perm and a kindly face marred by a dramatic black eye. This wasn't good. What did he do to her?! He couldn't remember! Why were people held accountable for the things they did when under the influence!?

“Well, I had popped out for a carton of blue milk because I was running a bit low and it's Mr. Tib-Tib's favourite treat so I popped out to get some. Now, my legs aren't what they used to be, so I have my mobility scooter an-”

This sight of this old lady sent twangs of guilt down into the pit of the man's stomach. The way she held herself, the soft and serene sweet voice, she sounded like even now she'd take Kiber in and insist on giving him freshly baked goods.

“-was hollering about the shadow men coming to get him, and then he punched me and stole my scooter. It was such a frightful mess. I hope that poor man gets all the help he nee-.”

“Aw, nurts. I'm sorry, Babs,” he said to the large screen, a genuinely apologetic expression forming upon his face as the interview wrapped up.

“-n a brighter note the local community have started a crowdfunding campaign to get Barbara a new mobility scooter-”

Right back to the plan, this time with ten percent more guilt and shame. First thing first was a disguise and from past experience, Kiber knew exactly where to go. Party Planet, a chain of costume shops for all occasions. A mask would be the ideal here, but first, he had to get there, wherever there was.

Still having to hold up his giant trousers, he swung by the coat pegs at the door and deftly swiped a hat that had been hung there. It didn't quite smell right, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He popped the hat on his head and pulled it down as much as it could go before stepping out onto the streets to find a Party Planet.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective 2: Purge the remnants of the Vulptereen nationalists and their allied cells in the mountains of Anaxes.
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Defender of the Core. A title earned and the privilege of Anaxes for a millenia. The gem of the planet is the citadel, where generation after generation of graduates have kept the reputation of the naval academies in tact. Citizens of Anaxes refer to themselves as Anaxsi. Perhaps their most distinguishable trait is the deep seeded pride in their history they carry.

Where the rest of the group of going about their routines, Loske had headphones on and was listening to the explanation of the planet that Frank had prepared for her to get better acquainted with the planet they were about to drop down to. This way she could still collect the info she wanted, without the audio being intrusive to everyone This was her second mission on a dropship with The Sons of Ession, and she sincerely hoped the landing would be more graceful than it had been on Teta.

Because of the synthetic story she was listening to, she didn’t hear the pilot’s announcements to the passengers. It was enough to see people lifting their arms though and reach to hanging straps to secure themselves as the ship gave way to a shudder. Some pressed their palms against their crash webbing in a dignified grip. The lights within the shuttle remained a dim red. The quiver of the vessel translated to a single jolt, and the red lights switched out to a green hue. At this cue, she undid her own webbing and stood, tucking her random devices away and freeing her ears to hear the commands along with the rest of the squadron.

 

[Amaris Tanenat]

"He did what?" Amaris stared at the paper that had a very extensive and detailed list of the crimes committed by Kiber Dorn . Did she actually want to try to find this guy for a bag of credits? She had to think it over for a few minutes as she glanced up to one of the advertising holotvs that were placed on the buildings.

A woman named Barbara was assaulted and robbed by the man? Amaris didn't get surprised by many things, but when she saw a little old lady come on screen - with a black eye, her jaw dropped. Alright girl, you gotta do something, Amaris thought to herself with a sigh as she stood up. A little bit of a stretch as tail and ears back against her head briefly.

She practically looked like her adoptive mother back on Lutrillia. What if some crazy man had robbed her? Heck, Amaris probably would've tore them apart in her more aggressive form. Shadow men? What in the galaxy was a shadow man? Amaris tilted her head- relatively confused at it. Was he drunk? Ill? Definitely psychotic based on his list of indecencies...

Aw, damn, now they were talking about a crowdfund. This planet really was not working out in her favor as she memorized the name to donate some credits to when she had a chance.

She began to stroll down the street as she noticed a Party Planet, which seemed like an interesting store... And a perfect place for someone to grab a disguise! She squinted through the crowds as she tried to find a way to get a few inches over the somewhat crowded streets.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Objective 3: BYOO
Location: Anaxes War College​

"Twenty-seven....twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thir-"

Right as his counting would finish, one of the officers would jump up from his chair to pull out his pen from the left side of his pocket as it would extend into a very small blade from the inside. The Sullustan however was prepared as he used the Force, pushing the person back as he was thrown back several feet into a nearby wall and held there. The male struggled from the Force, literally trapped by a massive amount of pressure as he could not move the arm where he held the small blade. The Sullustan would walk around the table, holding his right hand up to keep him stationary as it was almost like a form of statis.

"Well you tried before thirty...who else is there?"

"Kriff you Sullustan! Burn in the ashes of Hell and b-"

The Sullustan would give a rather hard left hook with his left arm, smashing his fist into his skull as the male went limp. Over the years, he has learned how to love his prosthetic arm...mainly for knocking people out. Grabbing the blade with his left hand very carefully, he would let go of the Force as the males body went limp and fell to the floor with a loud THUD. Examining it, he would turn it side to side as he looked up carefully at the other officers, speaking out loud as he walked near the blast door, inputting a code while also retrieving his lightsaber.

"Have him detained under the grounds of treason and assault on a military officer. I want all information on that male within four hours...dismissed and clean that mess up."

The blast doors would slowly open as it gave a loud THUNKING noise. The Sullustan would slowly walk out, examining the unique blade as he only held it with his left hand for now. He need to have it examined under a microscope and make sure there was no poison or toxin involved with it...if so, he could trace it.

 

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The shuttle shook as it passed through some disagreeable wind currents. Cedric reached up to grab one of the bracing straps, and took in the atmosphere of the shuttle. The rapid expanse of the Imperium was spearheaded by the Sons of Ession, and the men were beginning to show it. There wasn't as much passion to their preparation now - they moved mechanically: this was just one stop on a long list of deployments. The Jedi made a mental note to see about relieving the first legion once this was over.

"You sense anything odd?" One of the helmeted men asked, a veteran Cedric had known for years.

"It's murky. Like trying to see through the waters of a polluted lake," He shrugged. "That could mean anything, although it tells me not to expect anything too horrid."

The soldiers shrugged right back. "Guess we'll have to find out." The veteran leaned down, his voice lowering as he subtly nodded his head toward Loske Treicolt . "Bringing your girl on the hunt now?"

"She was hunting long before she met me," Cedric waved a hand dismissively.

"You know how I feel about working with offworlders, Archlord," the Veteran replied, placing emphasis on the honorary title. "Happy to make an exception for you, of course."

"Of course." Cedric's tone quickly ended the conversation. Some of the Essonians harbored misgivings about intermixing with the other cultures, and there had been word or two of displeasure with the Imperator's fraternization with those not of the homeworld.

They were a vocal minority, much like the veteran, and Cedric chose to ignore their criticisms.

One of the ready lights flicked yellow as the shuttle came in close to landing. Cedric turned his gaze to Loske Treicolt as she removed her headphones. "Ready for our tax paid ski trip?"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective 2: Purge the remnants of the Vulptereen nationalists and their allied cells in the mountains of Anaxes.
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Listen: Mood​

Skiing oft' meant snow. Loske had never been in the snow before, but she already had apprehension about it. It was like colder rain. An adjective and noun combination she abhorred, what with being a blend of a desert planet dweller and the temperate climate of Naboo. Most of the Essonians aboard were outfitted in appropriate outerwear, and she too had to get something a little bulkier than what had been ready in her closet. She already was having difficulty not getting too hot in the bulky coat, and was dreading the complexity of being sweaty and cold at the same time. Would that be possible? Small problems. Priorities.

"I'll let you know after we land."

It was killing her that she wasn't the one calling the shots in the cockpit. Everyone seemed to be settled well into their roles, like a well oiled machine back here. Their timing to check weapons, each other's armour, med packs, it was all so well synchronized and understood.

The ship gave a tremour as it careened over tree tips. The scraping of the coniferous flora against the belly of the ship could be heard, only because of the legion's familiarity with landing in unknown situations. Loske assumed in other drop ships, perhaps there'd been more murmuring or general conversation.

The scraping sound didn't quiet. If anything, it modified. Sort of sounded like the trees outside were falling victim to the heaviness of the vessel as fixed its trajectory and snapping off anything that wasn't an accommodating height. The shuttle rocked slightly to the left and right. People in crash webbing were unaffected, others who held on to straps swayed slightly, keeping their centred weight absolute.

This rocking continued for a handful of seconds while basic operations were followed. Thrusters depressed. Repulsor energy dipped. Reverse engine throttle. Deploy landing gear.

There was a surprising smoothness to the ship as it slid through the unwelcoming surface. The landing gear was rejected by the thickness of the snow - not a ship made for such a soft host - and it slid for a few meters before crunching into a snow bank. There was only a forward jolt; but everything remained operational enough for the light to turn green.

 

[Dak]

Vulpter // Undisclosed Location // Aboard the Lord-Imperator's Shuttle
Objective: 2 - Eliminate the Vulptereen Insurgents Once & For All
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The nationalist rebels of Vulpter were a familiar enemy by now. They had become a growing threat in the months following their homeworld's inauguration into the realms of the Imperium. The Ministry of Intelligence's Strategic Intelligence Command had been hard at work since Dak had managed to capture several of the extremists, extracting information from them and exploring the leads. Their several month investigation now culminated here, in the northern mountain ranges of Anaxes. The last bastion of their violent resistance.

Dak looks between the Essonian and the Imperator from a seat closer to the drop ramp, their voices amplified over the rumblings of the shuttle by integrated audio enhancers. The droid wasn't particularly fond of Cedric's prized "Sons". He considered their questionable sentiments dangerous, especially for soldiers as capable as them. Regardless, he judges them in silence, knowing it was not the time or place to voice a concern.

As Cedric's focus moves to his apprentice, so too does Dak's. His casual eavesdropping is interrupted as the ship rocks, skimming the trees. They must be close to their objective. Unstrapping himself, the DAC rises from his seat and activates the mag-locks in his feet while ensuring the actuators in his legs and torso were rigid to prevent flailing and damage should the ship have an unexpected landed. It wasn't the first time.

"I'm sure they know we're coming," the droid says flatly, though obviously directed to Cedric "I will separate from the group and try to remain undetected." He stands in front of seat, making sure to leave enough room for the Essonians to deploy with ease on their mark.

"Good luck, Master Cedric."

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Plot Twist
Objective ???​

Exiting the compound, the light would shine upon the Sullustan as he smiled. He looked rather good, the situation was rather taken care of and at long last, maybe he can have a kind break. Everyone was going to be fighting near the mountain ranges over the Vulps so perhaps it is a good time for a pint. Walking forward, he would go over towards a small taxi as he hailed it down. Upon it pulling forward, he would open the door to only feel a WHAP onto the back of his neck as he crumbled forward into the hover taxi as the door would close behind him and drive off. There was discussion in the hover car as it took off into the air, speaking quickly in basic in a various amount of dialect, mainly Huttese.

"He dead?"

"Can be, you want it?"

"Yeah we want the kriffer dead. Caused enough problems, get us high enough so we can push him out."

"Change that thought Io, we got watchers all over. Lets get to the mountain and get him pushed off, can't be that hard to kill a Jedi."


There was a loud whine of the hover car as it left the town square, going through the plains as the Sullustan was slowly being picked through his gear, disarming him as it would soon become a small pile. He was extremely well armed and well prepared as they would even make sure to put stun cuffs on him. There was a scoff as they placed his gear in the front seat, having him tied up for good measure on the seat and his ankles also being in stun cuffs.

 

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The landing certainly wasn't one of the most graceful. For all his time spent in the midst of conflict, Cedric had never grown used to flying. He was content to let the droids take care of it for him, but even being a passenger was highly unpleasant. There was something about the helplessness of it that set the Jedi Master on edge.

Fortunately his worries weren't realized this time. There was a loud thud as the ship settled into the snowbank, coming to a full halt after a few seconds of slow drag. "I have a grim feeling that you're right Dak," Cedric sighed as he undid the straps the bound him to the chair. The soldiers each did the same, the pointmen quickly filtering out of the shuttle open hatch. Immediate gun fire didn't follow, which lead Cedric to believe their arrival may have been undetected, or they were at least far away.

"Welcome to Anaxes," Cedric mused as the mission near the middle of the rpg where you have to use the two companion characters you got at the start began.

The wind howled, and spat gusts of light snow across the mountain ridge. The snowbank they'd collided with was set upon a flat outcropping that broke up the otherwise rough structure of the mountain.

Cedric rested his hand over his lightsaber as he stepped out into the snow. The silence was deafening, as even his footsteps seemed to be muted by the thick layer of snow that coated ever observable surface.

"Don't stray too far Dak," Cedric turned to regard his metal friend, his coat snapping in the wind as Anaxes' mountains seemed to reject their presence. "Don't want you breaking down in this cold where we can't help you. Can't just call Quadruple A out here."

Dak , Loske Treicolt

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective 2: Purge the remnants of the Vulptereen nationalists and their allied cells in the mountains of Anaxes.
Snow bunnies: P Placeholder 0128 // Dak
Listen: Snow (Hey Oh)​

Loske overhead Dak's adieu to Cedric alone.

"Thanks Dak, the rest of us will make our own luck I guess."

She gave a roguish grin before snapping her goggles over her eyes, and tightened them at the back of her head before popping the hood of the coat up over her blonde hair. Given the order of disembarking, she had a few moments to appreciate the beauty of the white blanket that covered the landscape.

With a faux exterior of confidence, she stepped out into the snow after the first row of Essonians followed Cedric's lead.

Her reaction was instant: Nope. Nope.

As soon as she stepped outside, the cold air assaulted any exposed skin. Her nose immediately turned bright red, and started to run. The looseness of the hood fluttered against either side of her head, so she reached up to tame it while everyone organized themselves.

The general aesthetic of the Essonian armour was not conducive to discretion amidst the snow. Their dark shapes stood out against the pearlescent backdrop.

In the meantime, rather than fretting about their exposure, she concentrated on projecting her senses to the area around them, seeking any sort of immediate threats. Akin to how her radar usually operated on her behalf within S.S. Bruno. Their landing zone had expected to be a distance from the encampment of nationalists, so as to avoid immediate detection. But it wasn't so far that surprise would be wholly on their side. They didn't have time for the travel that required that amount of planning.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Captured
Mountain​

"Urgahhh....my head..."

"Wakey Wakey Jedi Pookie."

The Sullustans eyes would blink a few times as he noticed he was upslide down on a pole, hanging over the edge of the mountain as a good crowd have gathered for this. A rather old Vulpateen would walk up in a waddle slowly up towards the pole with a large parchment scroll. The speakers would echo as he coughed, the wind was biting as he guessed he was near the top of the mountain. With a gentle tap of his mic, he would begin.

"Jedi, you are charged with the crimes of abeiting criminals, treason against the government, destruction of property, assault, torture, murder, genocide, theft, public intoxication, endangering lives of others and disturbing the peace, how do you plead?"

"Public intoxication...guilty. Others, not guilty."

"He said guilty! Prepare the drop!"

"You kriffin litt-"

There was hoots and hollars as the Sullustan on the pole was raised upslide down, the pole sticking straight up and down as it was held by a steel support. He got a good view looking down...it was a very bad view of looking down. It was a drop alright, a drop of several thousand feet of rocks and snow...he hoped it was snow at least. There was a count down as the Sullustan shook his body, feeling the stun cuffs as they shocked him once as he squirmed, feeling his body cook till the charge ran out. Giving a harsh pant, he was very lucky to have a high resistance to pain since he was in the Inquistorious as the count down got near the end as he remembered something but at that point, the switch was hit and the pole was dropped.

THUD! He hit part of the rock as he was sent into a free fall from the metal pole as he dropped hundreds of feet down the mountain. It was flipping as the Sullustan kept focus, struggling against the stun cuffs as he was falling without any form of protection. He was possibly half way down as he saw the snow fast approaching, breathing in as he focused with all of his mind on the environment, breathing out as the weather around him would swirl violently like a blizzard, slowing his fall as it was seen possibly near P Placeholder 0128 , Loske Treicolt , and Dak .

Then, it would happen, the dreaded THUD. The Sullustan plunged down deep into the snow, the blizzard only aiding so much as he was impeded into the ground down below and was knocked out once again, buried under five meters of snow, tied to a pole and most of that snow, came in within the last thirty seconds. To the credit of everyone, there was a long drawn out groan from the snow though it was in a deep amount of pain as he felt his right shoulder had dislocated and his legs were of jelly, something bad still happened and he needed a little time to heal up and that was all he could do...focus on healing till he can think of a way out of this.

 

[Alyson Halle]

The force here was murky, her normal senses tinged by something strange occurring in the force. There was more here than simple vulpteran nationalists, that was certain. Whether it was a powerful artifact, or the work of a powerful force user, she would not know until she got closer. It did not bode well for the future however.

Alyson put on her helmet, mostly to protect her face against the cold snow, but also to hide her identity lest anyone recognize her. She hoped close in her heart that the force disturbance was just coincidental, but she could never know for certain.

She stepped out into the cold snow, blurred among the Essionian men, the only thing distinguishing her was her non-standard armor.

"Cedric if I die from hypothermia I will haunt for the rest of eternity." She said over the radio.

P Placeholder 0128 Loske Treicolt Dak

 

[Placeholder 0128]

"Then I'll do everything in my power to keep you alive. Having you around for the rest of my life would be a hell greater than anything the Netherworld could throw at me." Some of the men chuckled. Cedric grinned. "You ladies don't like the cold?"

Entombing oneself in a pressurized suit came with a list of benefits, temperature control being one of them. He felt the cold as a distant thing, his body preserved in internal heaters that allowed him to traverse the snow without worry.

He strolled up alongside Loske Treicolt . "I'd offer you my coat if I could take it off." An attempt at humor to break through the winter gloom.

The storm of snow that kicked up just a few meters in front of them was enough to shatter the quiet. Cedric blinkedas he stared into the vortex, vaguely recognizing the figure that plopped down into the snow.

He approached with caution, peering down into the Sullustan shaped hole, "Jegy?"

Alyson Halle , Dak , Jegy Sesara

 

[Jegy Sesara]

He felt his own bones mend into his legs, giving a bit of a pained wince as he shook. This was very painful and it did not help his legs were most likely not operable for a few more minutes. Plus this was draining his energy rather bad, he was expending more than he would like but it was the sacrifice he would make to get moving. The Force that Alyson Halle would be feeling would indeed be coming from the Sullustan, it was rather powerful and was a beacon in the night. It was not hard to find the Sullustan though as P Placeholder 0128 put it...there was a large Sullustan size hole in the ground. The Sullustan could only look up, still tied to the pole and looking to be in a rather lot of pain as a sickening SNAP would be heard from his left leg as he shook for a moment.

"The Ghost of Life Days Past has come to- yes it is me Cedric! Can someone untie me and get these cuffs off! I was literally thrown off a kriffin mountain! One minute I am finishing up a treason investigation, next thing I get into a taxi, got knocked out and then tied to a pole from on top of the mountain with trumped up charges from those dog faced, idioitic....ARGH!!! They even took all my things!"

It was obvious he was pissed off, if his anger could be used as a heater, it would melt the snow around him. All his weaponry was taken from him along with personal belongings and that was not a good thing for others to do to him, no matter who they were. The Sullustans left hand would try to move as it would shook him as he jolted up, giving a loud groan as his right arm did not look right at all. His right shoulder was almost to his head, almost torn asunder from its socket. Though he did not show it bothered him, he did show how painful this all was currently as he tried not to move. Plus he did not want to admit he was getting cold, something he never got used to...the blasted cold.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective II
With: Alyson Halle / P Placeholder 0128 / Dak
Surprised by: Jegy Sesara
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"Thanks. I'll get used to it." She offered back to Cedric's attempt at chivalry. Any smile that could have accompanied the statement was lost beneath the fabric that covered her mouth. Her nose was still rudolph-red. The kiffar part of her that hated the cold was also the part of her that could be fiercely independent. She'd not spend this time complaining. Her body was doing what it could to acclimate, and as long as no part of her turned blue, it'd be a success.

Something tingled at the nape of her neck. Up until a startling few seconds ago, only one thing was falling from the sky: Snow. Then there was..something significantly heavier. Her head immediately snapped up, to see where the Sullustan had come from. She'd expected to see an oblong shadow cast from a ship, but there was nothing. Maybe only a few outlines along the cliffs edge, but they disappeared as quickly as Jegy Sesara had appeared. Sort of like their chances of keeping an element of surprise.

There was a gristle in the metaphysical, a shift attributed to the subtle reactions from the hardened soldiers she assumed. Once Cedric announced the question of who it was, and the sunken alien confirmed the identification, she snuck forward and peered down the hole. Just in time to see the gross adjustment from an unnatural shape of his legs, to something that looked a little more aligned. With all the silence around, save for the crunching of snow beneath the Son's boots, the snap of his machinations almost echoed. Then he excitedly started talking, and beneath the fabric of her suit she couldn't suppress an amused smile. This guy!

"Looks like that treason investigation finished you, instead." Loske admitted, and with a few gestures cleared a path through the snow with a metaphysical snow plow. Enough so that she could amble down on a somewhat level approach to give a hand with the untying process. "You've looked better, Jegy. You going to be able to walk?"