Bring the Noise! (Corellian League Raid on Corellia)

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]


For someone who was near death, Symara was remarkably bossy. "You, stay there. I got a medpac," Elpsis grunted when the sniper tried to move but her legs failed to respond to her command. The Corellian rebel planted a frag grenade into her hand and Elpsis understood. The redhead was not in good shape anymore and probably not up for fighting a horde of angry Sith troopers and fanatics, but explosives could even the odds a bit. Hands slightly shaking, she activated the grenade and hurled the deadly ball of explosive death through the door and down the stairs. The other frags lying around followed when she propelled them with the Force.


Boom. There was a loud, thunderous explosion and she could feel her ears ringing. Shrapnel tore through the air with blast and heat. The door was blown apart, along with a good portion of the stairs. It was doubtful that getting up here that way would be possible without a lot of effort. The cries of wounded Sith echoed loudly. At this point Elpsis's body ached and was panting as she sucked in air, but she persevered.


At least they had some breathing space for now. Hopefully. Getting to her feet, she dragged two bodies over, using the Force to help her move them. She winced when she saw how nasty Symara's injuries were and retrieved her medpac. Clean, disinfect, apply bacta, stitch, bandage, keep the woman from falling unconscious or doing something crazy like trying to walk or popping too many stims. On a roof filled with corpses in the middle of a war zone. So Elpsis got started, calling upon the healing energies of the Force to help her. "You're real fething bossy, y'know that?" She kept her voice low. The question was obviously rhetorical.

 

[Kitt Solo]

Allies: [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Titan Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="sabrina"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Ship: The Grave Wind

The empath did what she did best. Well, maybe third best since one thing was eating fried foods and baking and the other was fixing mechanical stuff. Legs were crossed. Back pressed against a cold, bulkhead somewhere on the ship - a quiet nook. Headset was on. She could hear everything her Captain said.

A finger on the pulse.

But 99% of her mind and concentration was on battle meditation. Specifically, she worked to erode the enemy's will to fight, seeking the emotions of every single enemy within her range, on the corvettes, gunships, squadrons, and even the interdictor. Her presence expanded across the star-speckled battlefield, acting as a warm blanket and a boost of caf to her friends and an energy sucking, persistent scratch to her enemies.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: The Corellians; [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | En Route, [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Pike Alavar"],
Enemies: the One Sith; N/A
Objective: Eliminate Hostiles, Recapture CorSec HQ
Location: CorSec HQ, Rooftop // Get Off the Roof!

"I'm Corellian!" Symara managed enough energy to shout, she watched the young woman drag bodies she couldn't see how and she didn't really care either. The sniper steadied her breathing, she studied the girl's hands. "hokey religion." She cursed even if it was helping her, didn't mean she had to like it. With the stairs up here more or less destroyed she had to wonder if the ladder was still up on the other side where she was firing from.

Breathing through the healing process she felt her shirt, "well I'll be a gizak's aunt, I am bleeding, imagine that." She said with some surprise, must've taken another hit more than she had realized and shifted her head to look all the way back to where the upper level had been. "There might be a ladder on the other side, you'll see where a set of stairs was, go follow the roof past it, we might have an access ladder down. If we stay up here we're done." Flattening her body against the rooftop, she sucked in a sharp breath, "ah fething chit tickets, what are you doing?" There was a sharp pain where Elaris was working, probably didn't help that Symara was trying to move, not that the stubborn Corellian cared.

"Those drop pod kids will be here soon, and they'll have company, c'mon, c'mon help me up," she ordered and then as an afterthought, "please."

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]


Presumably Symara would not react well if space mystics asked her if she had time for their Lord and Saviour the Force. Or if Elpsis tried to convert her to the Great White Wolf. Regardless, Elpsis tried to put the power of hokey religions and basic first aid to good use in order to keep the woman from bleeding out and dying.


This was easier said than done. People were still shooting below them, explosions echoed across the streets and the sniper was being a rather difficult patient. "I'm trying to keep you from freaking dying on me, so keep your arse right there," Elpsis growled. At least she'd gotten far enough to make sure that blood was no longer leaking out on to the floor, though the woman's ribs were in a poor state. Using the Force to heal was a rather draining experience for Elpsis. Her head hurt, but she pushed on.


A bacta patch and emergency field aid could only do so much. The sniper would need more specialised care, but she would not be dying on her. Finally Elpsis relented, though she felt like protesting. It was true that they were exposed on the roof. Especially if Sithies bombed the place for this or that reason. "Fine, but don't you try sodding run. Sithies show up, I handle 'em. Lean on me," she tried to help the sniper up and stabilise her so that they could make their way to the ladder. In the state she was in, Symara could probably barely walk, so the redhead did her best to help her.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Outside CorSec HQ, 05:00 to contact

"Centaris, Jedi Sedaire is en route to your location, he's coming in hot. You have five minutes until mark. Hold your position at all costs." The comm skittered and shivered for a moment as the signal was strained by heavy fire from somewhere above, and Alkor glanced up for confirmation. His HUD came to life with a blossoming of red along the skyline. "Your locations fortifications have come under heavy fire, but you cannot afford to allow them to be compromised. CorSec is a major choke point for this scenario."

"I get it," he hissed back into the comm. CorSec was nothing short of a nightmare in terms of his memories, but those were ancient. Those files might still exist on some back drive somewhere, but it didn't matter. No one was alive who knew. He couldn't let that keep him from doing what needed to be done. Through the simulacra of a Mandalorian helmet, it was easy enough to see what was going on. Security agents and inquisitorial agents holed up in the facility, some more eager to hold it than others. On the rooftop, several Corellian League units struggled against the op for.

On the ground, Sith soldiers were pressing their advantage. Alkor slapped the ammunition box of his shotgun to ensure it's stability and raised the weapon. He trained his sight on the encroaching force and let the power of the weapon shiver through his body. It was different, the recoil of a gun. It was nothing like a lightsaber. It was personal in a different way. Why he'd ever thought nothing of such devices was beyond him.

The slug caught the armored soldier in the chest, and he let out a loud 'oof!' As he staggered backward, Alkor let another round fly. This one impacted the head, and the enemy stumbled under the force of the shot. If they had been closer, blunt force trauma would have killed him outright. "Feth," he muttered, "I guess I need to stock up on AP rounds."

He ignored the growing heat of blaster fire against his armor. It was annoying more than painful. The wonderful thing about beskar'gam, as opposed to the Force, was that one shot wasn't enough to immobilize the wearer. Alkor plowed forward through the concentrated fire and took another shot. The next target broke from the firing line and lost control of his blaster. "You better watch the damn integrity of that armor, bur'cya," the comm's officer warned, "it makes you harder to kill, but not impossible."

"Sometimes, it's good to fall back on what you know, I suppose." He took a breath and centered himself in the throes of combat. He slung the shotgun across his back and the mag lock did the rest for him. While his mind opened up once more, he filtered out the screams of a hundred victims all in one place and poured the energies into his muscles. Heat increased in his armor and the override warning flared across his screen. Inertial warning, the words flashed.

His body, armored and all, drove into the grouped up cell of enemies at immense speed. With little warning, two beams of pure white ripped outward. "Lightsabers" cried out the panicked soldiers, "break! Disperse!" His mind set on the battle as he moved through them with far less grace than he would have in times past. His blades thrummed with a violent song as he cleaved pieces of the enemy from their bodies and molten scraps of armor and cauterized limbs fell away. "Fall back!"

Alkor stood for a moment in the midst of the carnage and detached himself from it. It had to be done. That's all here had been to it. No enjoyment. No hate. Nothing.

He was relearning how all of this was supposed to work. "Great job, Jetii," the officer joked.

"Kriff off," Alkor spat back. "You said I had to hold the position."

"Well, you'd better focus on holding it. There are still more to kill." Alkor scowled as the alert rang in his ears, but he thought better of quipping back. "It's almost time."

"Wait... what's that...?" Alkor turned his head skyward at intense speed as something flashed across his thoughts. "Something's about to happen," he stated cryptically. "Something bad."

"Jedi instincts?" the officer questioned.

"No," Alkor answered. "Something more subtle than that. Something a Jedi would miss. This is... something that could... change everything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nevermind that," he muttered. The HUD flared suddenly with proximity warnings on two allied Mando'ade in the area, and Alkor switched the comm channel. "Fancy seeing you here, bur'cyase," the former Dark Jedi called across the channel to [member="Keira Ticon"] and [member="Kalad Shysa"] as they approached. The HUD alert had only just brought Ticon into his frame, but the other Mando appeared to be in his immediate vicinity. "I'm trying to hold the CorSec Headquarters. We can coordinate via this channel, if you're interested."

He stowed the lightsabers and gripped his slugthrower once more, his armor only slightly grazed after about a minute. The heat had already begun to abate.

Still, something was not right.

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Corellia, CorSec HQ
Location: C-Net City BABY!
Allies: [member="Tskolo Ree"] | [member="Pike Alavar"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: TBD -


With the help of some One sith gear and a lot of fething luck the strike team had snuck through the enemy line and up to the hulking mass of the HAT-AT. Still in the one sith speeders they had posed as a recon team in hopes of sneaking on board the giant walker and taking it from the inside.

"Feth that thing is huge!" one of his troopers said.

"Kark yeah and it is going to be ours" Cody replied. "Open me a channel to the commander of that thing, lets see if we can talk our way inside. Jimmy, you sliced me that command code yet?"

"Ah no sir you see the firewalls..." the young slicer began to say.

"Can it Jimmy, force why to I still bring you on these missions... Kark it, time to see if I can bluff my way in... We ready?"

 

[Kruel Zing]

Allies: The Corellian League, [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Shut down enclave defenses


Location: Corellian enclave

Strolling into the security room Yorin found the two operators on full alert. They were monitoring com traffic from all across the planet. Even from where he stood Yorin could hear the numerous reports on the damage the Corellian league was causing. The Sith forced to man the operations had looks of grim determination their hands nearly turning to blurs as they hammered away on the control panel. The sharp beeps and boops filled the room slightly annoying Yorin. With a hiss the door slid shut behind him drawing the attention of the two Sith.

One was an Ithorian and the other a common human, the two simply cast a bland glance at what they thought to be another Imperial upstart before turning back to the numerous screens laid out before them. There had to have been at least two dozen screen’s simply hanging on the wall before them and twenty of them were devoted solely to those Corellians being held prisoner. Many of their faces were thin from lack of proper nourishment, the under of their eyes dark from lack of sleep. It tugged at the heartstrings of Yorin to see what he considered to be his people suffering in such a way. He hadn’t known true emotions till he had spent time among the Corellian’s and now he felt an inferno building in his chest but did not let it control him.

“Are their measures in place to ensure the prisoners can’t escape or that none of their friends out their can reach them?” taking a step closer to the Sith and acting as though examining the screen’s further.

There was a throaty mumble from the Ithorian that perked up Yorin’s ears, while his species could understand any language he didn’t think that it was best to say anything. Instead he’d let the other Sith translate. “We’ve got everything under control here, the Corellian’s won’t be escaping.”

“Hmm.” It was now his time to act, the Sith were fooled. However, in a closed area such as this he couldn’t risk using the sonic rifle as it could damage the control systems. It was best to lure the Sith into a vague sense of security. Hand darting for the blaster pistol on his hip Yorin saw the Sith reacting at the same time. Firing off three shots in quick succession Yorin scored a hit on the Ithorian’s shoulder the cramped space making it slightly harder for him to dodge. While the human jedi batted the two bolts away and into the ceiling.

With a single thrust the Sith ran Yorin through his core with the saber causing the polydroxol to jerk and look down at his torso. A smile of satisfaction was on the Sith’s face as he turned off the saber letting Yorin’s body fall to the floor. “Hmm seems the officers do have an inkling of courage and skill after all.”

Thinking Yorin dead the Sith turned away and neither sensed what came next. Yorin bolted upright firing the blaster pistol six times striking both the Sith. One in the back of the human Sith’s head and the other five on different areas of the Ithorian. They had believed him dead and let down their defenses. “I’m in. Will be shutting down defenses soon.” Yorin said as he pushed the corpses away from the control panel.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] / [member="Aerin The Lost"] / [member="Keira Ticon"] / [member="Jorus Merrill"] / [member="Flint Michigan"] / [member="Yorin"]
Location: Outside Ember of Vahl Enclave
Enemies: All Sith

The comms hail pinged Julius, but at this moment he was whipping through the streets at a break neck speed. Instinct and danger senses stretched to the max, and the speeder throttle down and maxed, he buried the needle on the speedometer. As he blazed up to the rendezvous point, he killed the throttle, slammed the brakes and killed the engine. The speeder screamed a bit and protested, bucking as it stopped dead a dozen yards from Alkor. Julius slowed descent by tilting the bike back from the slide and as it stopped he let up on the steering. The bike jerked upright and Julius vaulted from the seat with an elegant and easy roll, coming up with brown coat flaring as a brilliant silver-green blade burst to life from a clutched hand. As he did, his terse voice replied to Keira, and he knew he would need to apologize later.

"Ember of Vahl Enclave is the target. Hit it now. We're going in."

As he stalked forward, the only order to those assembled was a terse nod and a knife-hand forward, gripping his lightsaber in one hand and his MP-1 in the other, head on a swivel for any threat. Those skilled with the Force would feel a literal storm of rage building around the Corellian, something the likes of which might make even a sith pause. The rage was feeding into Vapaad, from the very surroundings he was based in, the suffering and woe around the otherwise normal looking building for the Enclave. A One Sith trooper rushed out to take a kneel with a flamethrower unit of some kind and fell to the ground without any response, a crack coming from Julius direction as he lowered his pistol. Blood leaked over the young mans eyes, and cold eyes of blue-grey showed no reaction. He raised his voice then, speaking aloud and on the private, personal comms from [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"].

"There will be no quarter here. No retreat or mercy, If they wear Sith colors, hold a gun and aren't ours, or anything of the sort, they are shot on sight. I can feel what they did at this place.... And I will not let it or the stunt with the transports go unanswered. There will be blood..."

And with that, he entered the Enclave, rage and hate flowing from him to equal the building he sought to destroy.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: The Corellians; [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | En Route, [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Pike Alavar"],
Enemies: the One Sith; N/A
Objective: Eliminate Hostiles, Recapture CorSec HQ
Location: CorSec HQ, Rooftop // Get Off the Roof! // Ladder Access Down

"Kark that, kid. Sith show up and I've got slugs with their names on it," Symara grunted as she felt pain all over her body, "grah-argh, blasted holy wars." She cursed her legs wobbled beneath her as they felt her weight. One arm around Elaris and the other fished for a pistol she looked down to the charred Sith. And then found her pistol up ahead, "oh good, come to mama." Symara pressed forward toward the weapon, her heavy sniper rifle clanging behind her on her back. Leaning down was gonna be an issue, as she tried and then yelped, "fething nerf herders, chit ticket blasted poodoo."

Those were just among the string of colorful metaphors that the former CorSec sniper remarked whilst trying to bend down and pick up her pistol, "hey kid could you uh." She gestures to the pistol, "c'mon do an old lady a favor and get her favorite pistol. Auntie Symara would reall-" She heard something from behind them the stairs, "son of a hutt, c'mon grab the pistol and let's go."

Bloody Skywalkers those Sith were determined, she swore it. Looking up at the sky she squinted, her body shivered with that feeling that whatever was going to happen was just gonna be bad. Symara hobbled toward the upper portion of the roof and once she got her pistol in hand she felt a lot better. The upper part of the roof allowed for a better view of the insurgency. Every direction you looked, it was a war zone Corellians versus Sith. If something wasn't on fire, it was smoking, she could see a lot of movement coming for the HQ. "Here, over here," she gestured toward a little hatch beside what looked to be a ventilation system, "this is the ladder access, we need to get down here."

Blaster fire shot up at them, "enough already!" Symara cursed pointing her blaster pistol down, squeezing it she got off a few rounds, and missed every single shot. The staircase up was still being worked on. "You first," she tells the redhead, "I'm an old lady alright? I get sentimental about seeing our youth get blasted, so you, first." There was a bit of sarcasm there but she still felt she was a better shot, even if she looked like she could crumble at any moment.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]


In short, their situation kind of sucked. But hey, they had not been shot yet. "Kark Sith, kark Jedi," she cursed while her wobbly legs carried her towards the ladder. The latest bossy, older black woman for Elpsis to fangirl over was experiencing difficulty with picking her pistol up, so the redhead called upon the power of hokey religions to grip it and pull it into her new buddy's grasp.


"Oh, for kriff's sake, give me a sodding break, arseholes," a stream of expletives escaped her mouth when blaster fire shot up towards the roof while the two hobbled towards the ladder. She fired her gun, her first shot missed, her second caught a Sith trooper in the leg. "And I'm not kid," she added. Everywhere she looked, it was a war zone. Here there was fire, there smoke. Rebels were encroaching upon the HQ, but plenty of Sith were still around. Explosions, the staccato of blasterfire, cries of pain and so on filled the air.


Elpsis did not have an unlimited power supply to draw upon for pyromantic spells, but she called upon her power to manipulate the wind a bit, raising dust and making smoke blow forth to obscure their movement a bit. "Kark it. You don't look old to me. What's your name anyway?" She pulled open the hatch and began the process of walking down the ladder.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

Fresh from its microjump, the D'Lessio settled in behind Flint's Grave Wind. The heavy cruiser had been the Fringe flagship: it had shield cover to spare. For the moment, Jorus was out of the fight. Tension faded from himself and his crew as Kitt Solo's battle meditation settled over them.

"Sorry, Flint. Capship theft's out of the picture today."

As the Grave Wind began hammering the Sith vessels at extreme range, beyond even the reach of long-range turbolasers for the moment, Jorus kept the D'Lessio behind the Underground's heavy cruiser.

Behind and beside him, his Arcona comms operator coughed. "Sir? Something you should hear. The first enemy fleet was transmitting this. First part went to our side, second part went right past us as we went between their flag and their reinforcements."

Jorus listened as the fleet's commander identified herself as answering to a Sabine Kurtass, then said a lot of things in a language he recognized but didn't understand, then sent a separate transmission that had gone right past Jorus' ship. The D'Lessio didn't have the decrypt guns to break that second part, but it could be useful. "Anyone aboard speak Mando'a?"

"No, sir."

Jorus eyed the Grave Wind's engines and sucked his teeth. "Well, feth. Time to make a call I didn't want to have to make."

***​

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Vilaz-

I know we haven't spoken since Mandos almost killed my kid at the Ilum Massacre, and I've still got some issues in that department. Right now I need something from you, like within seconds. I'm fighting the One Sith at Corellia right now, and one of the enemy fleets transmitted a bunch of your language with the name Sabine Kurtass tacked on. I need a translation right fething now, and anything you can tell me about why Mandos are answering to the One Sith when you folks just declared war on them. Also sending an encrypted transmission between two Sith fleets; I can't decrypt it with the gear I've got.

Right now, Vilaz.

Jorus

 

[Vilaz Munin]

After the Ilum Massacre, some Underground members took caution when being around a Mandalorian especially the Merrills. The talking relationship between Jorus and Vilaz was rough on all the edges of the bridge, but they didn't treat each other as hostiles. It would take time before the two could communicate properly and not have any sense of awkwardness with each other.

To his surprise, he received a message from the General of the Underground and began reading it. There were breaking news of freedom fighters attacking Sith occupied Corellia which didn't surprised him that Jorus was participating in the raid. What did surprised him, however, was the fact that the Sith were using Mando'a for communication purposes and there were Mandalorians fighting for the Sith. This made him cough on his whiskey.

Jorus-

I can tell you that we are not siding with the Sith at all. Our leader has stated that any Mando that helps the Sith would be declared as a karking dar'manda. That means no merc work, no bounty work, no anything for the Sith. I'm one of Ra's right hands and I will tell him of this.

In the meantime, I'm gonna get those transmissions decrypted and translated for ya.

One more thing. If you see any Mandos helpin the Sith, they are open season for y'all. We won't help any Mando that decides to run along with the Sith, and if they come to me begging for help, you can bet there's gonna be a slug between their eyes.

Hope your kid is feeling better.

Vilaz

Once he sent the transmission to Jorus, Vilaz immediately began composing a message to a [member="Marcus Lok"] and other notable Mandalorians that were adept in slicing and decrypting.

Marcus-

I need you to decrypt a transmission. Think you can give me a hand?

Vilaz

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus had been relaxing for the majority of the day in his apartment in Keldabe. Of course relaxing meant more than simply lounging around on the sofa as it might have meant to others, but instead it involved a rag of polish and his breastplate. Of course the battle scars could remain, but he hardly saw any reason to let the dirt and grime sit and possibly stain the iron.

Once his bottle had run dry, he set down the piece and went towards his desk to grab a spare, and just then he noticed the flashing indication on his screen. The sender appeared to be Commander Munin, and Marcus hardly expected a social call while there was so much turmoil afoot in the galaxy with the declaration of the newest crusade and the incident on Ilum. It really was terrible business, that. He had been on the planet when it had occurred, but he had been involved in a much less incriminating calling, and he had a crate full of crystals to prove that.

The message read simply that he needed something decrypted. It usually was not too hard to decrypt messages, they left behind very noticable fingerprints if you knew where to look, but he was all too glad at the chance to prove himself as an adept technician yet again.


Su'cuy gar Commander,

I'd be happy to help, transmit the message and i'll get to work.

-Marcus


[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Mere minutes later, Marcus replied back to Vilaz saying that he'd be more than happy to decrypt the transmission for him. And just like that, the Munin replied back to the slicer with a message that contained the encrypted transmission that Jorus gave him.

Marcus-

Thanks for replying back. Here's the encrypted transmission.

Good luck.

Vilaz

[member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Titan]

Titan sat on the bridge of the Duchess of Mandalore, waiting and watching. A few of the ships he had on development would come in very handy right now. No doubt about that. He swiveled around in his chair, looking out the ships window into the ships beyond move into firing range, and shut down our gravity well. Have all fighters on standby. Lost in thought he barely heard one of the bridge officers report that a transmisson had been sent from Mandalorian space. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand indefinently, he might have to bail in the end. But delaying the fight would help, "Put all weapons on standby, we don't engage until we have to." He then turned on the Comm line to [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]'s ship. "Attention, I have a proposition." Hopefully this would work.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

D R A L L
The Corellia Digital Building

PROGRESS | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |

Whoever managed the security on the Corellian Broadcast Channel satellites had a mean set-up.

...if this was 843 ABY that is.

Seriously, who did dual-socket layer encryption using HPV6? That was sooooo eight months ago. An SQL inject and he ought to be in past the initial pyrowall.

Head down, the young Anzat wandered through the condominium-like upper section of the Corellia Digital building. His thumbs tapped away furiously at the HoloBoy Advanced in his hands as he made his way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchenette. Pausing in front of the kitchen counter, the small boy finished coding a trojan delivery package for a basic worm designed to scout out port locations.

The things you learn when you hang out with slicers and hologame designers.

And it was remarkable just how many slicers were hologame designers. Half Sor-Jan's creative staff were wanted by some government, somewhere, for some cyber thing. Not the least of which was the former head of cyber spying for the Rebel Alliance, [member="Marque"].

Apparently, in this industry, being on the terror watch list for the First Order counted as 'professional experience.'

Transmitting the viral code, the boy set aside the handheld device for a moment. Stepping up on a small stool, the diminutive Anzat stretched to reach into the cabinets for a glass and then operated the water dispenser to pour himself a glass of water.

Stepping down from the stool, glass of water in one hand, the boy used the other to pick up the HoloBoy Advanced before he headed back toward his room. A series of holographic displays appeared over his palm, as he watched the progress bar on the transmission to the satellite.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Corellia, CorSec HQ (With a layover to get me a big a$$ walker!)
Location: C-Net City BABY!
Allies: [member="Tskolo Ree"] | [member="Pike Alavar"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: TBD -

"No I can't broadcast my passcode commander, the links have all been hacked..."

The giant walker fired a warning blast at the speeder shaking it as it detonated only meters from them.

"Woh woh, I'm telling to I'm here to deliver a message from Darth Banshee. Just let me on board so I can give it to you in person, just me, no one else."

The there was a long silence and everyone on the team seemed to hold their breath as they waited. Cody had dropped a name they had heard while listening to the enemy comms. With every fiber in his body, he hoped he had not committed a major gaff...

"Only you Commander, we will open the lower hatch you will board and come straight to me understood."

"Understood, we will fly up shortly, Hines out."

"Thank the force that worked," one of his troopers said as Cody signaled to move.

"See, I told ya it would work now get the boys ready. When I give the signal you storm the thing got it?"

 

[Kruel Zing]

Allies: The Corellian League, [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Control Enclave defenses and support Corellian's



Steam still rose from the fresh corpses of the Sith where the blaster bolts had struck. There wasn’t an ounce of regret with Yorin as he continued on to sit down at one of the chairs and examined the control panel before himself. It was of a basic layout and controlled the entire facility whether it be to the cells, power, or the doors themselves. Good. Yorin thought. Many would simply shut down all the power in the facility thus freeing the prisoners, but if he did that it would leave the prisoners at the will of their handlers. Instead Yorin typed in a list of commands which started the process of shutting down the defenses the enclave had. Turrets would fall dead, and the alarms would all be deactivated so what came next would not be known till it was too late.

It was finally time for Yorin to report directly to the one who had brought the Corellian’s together and planned the attack. “All defense systems are down and prisoners will be freed. I will guide them to the armory where they can gear themselves.” Now it was time to free the prisoners. Reaching across the panel Yorin gripped tightly onto a lever before yanking it down. Then on the screens above the energy fields containing the Corellian’s dropped freeing them.

Be free. It was a simple thought but not one of those that had been jailed here deserved the treatment they had received. Now it was time for them to get their revenge. Switching the cams to monitor the halls Yorin began opening doors granting a clear path for Julius Sedaire and those accompanying him while the sith were blocked at every turn. Pathways that led to the armory were left open for the Corellians while the other doors that branched off were closed to let them reach it unimpeded. Yorin’s machinations had been found out, the only reason the polydroxol knew this was from the sudden burning sound coming from the door behind him. Piercing through it a crimson blade began carving out a circle in the door.

 

[Keira Priest]

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Location: Nearing the Ember of Vahl Enclave
Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], the Corellian League
Enemies: Sith

"Understood. En route." This wasn't the time for cracking jokes or old nicknames. For once in their lives the two were serious in each other's company, something that was only now coming to pass. "I've taken the liberty of updating the map on your HUD. It shouldn't take but a few minutes to arrive." "We'll be faster than that, Thalia. You should know me by now." "That doesn't make me feel any better." And, well, it shouldn't have. Not after the history the two of them had shared. "You wound me. It's not like anything terrible has happened recently." "Yes, because that was just your average family reunion." "It's not my fault my in-laws are like that." "You're the one who married a Zambrano." Fair enough.

Her next few steps faltered before she became nothing more than a blur to the naked eye, everything about her speed augmented with the Force so as to simplify the matter of arriving in a reasonably prompt fashion. The dizzying pace coupled with the thrill of impending combat and being back on her homeworld made for an exhilarating combination, adrenaline already humming through every nerve ending with no signs of slowing. "Almost there. Sensors show no resistance immediately outside of the enclave, and it seems your...friend is already entering the structure." And that was all she really needed to know, for the moment, as the rest would come with time.

Once she was near enough her destination she gradually slowed her pace, the message from her younger brother having come through on the comms only a minute or so previous. "I'll be seeing you shortly, vod'ika. I see you've picked up on some Mando'a, and you've already met Julius." It would be interesting to see how the two of them got along, if indeed they did at all. "Isn't the one you said married the Zeltron woman? Zef's daughter?" Cutting communications with Alkor, she couldn't help but laugh at Thalia's inquiry. "That's still a touchy subject. I wouldn't recommend bringing it up. He only just recently figured out what everything he said meant. And divorces aren't exactly a thing in our culture." Sure, they happened, but the scenarios were rare and often regarded as taboo.

It was then the enclave came into view, and she caught sight of Julius within. For just a brief few seconds she utilized the Force once again to reach him in moments, slowing when she was at his side. "Last time I saw you it didn't seem like you were much fit for any kind of fight, and now it happens you're on our homeworld looking to burn every remnant of the Sith to the ground." Momentarily she glanced to him, helmet obscuring her dark gaze. "I like this change of attitude. Never lose it."

 

[Aerin Kath]

Location: Emberof Vahl Enclave
Allies:[member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Yorin"] and the rest of the Corellian League
Enemies: Sithy Sithers Sithing it up

"Anyone else hear ringing?" Aerin had popped an ear drum while catching up with the angry Jedi and was now probably the odd one out when it came to knowing people in any capacity. he noticed that the woman knew the boss and he knew that the boss was steaming mad... sith really do have a way with people don't they Aerin then realized that he had interrupted either a rather important or personal conversation, so he immediately backs away from the two who were in that convo

Prepping one of his .357 LCRs and aiming at the door to the enclave, just in case any sith came out to say hello to the loiterers outside their door, he apologizes quietly"sorry boss... and Ma'am"
everyone can see that the guy with a bomb is nervous, and this guy is extremely so... because he's the one who made said bomb and he knows that it could blow him, Julius and this new woman half-way to orbit... just thought I'd give you all an Idea of how nervous he is.