Capitalist with a Gun: Mandalorian Invasion of Roche (Mando vs Republic)

[Subject 37]

Nickel One - Command Center
Allies: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Laguz Vald"]
Frenemies: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Objective: TWO JOBS

Rigor did not share Thrukk's enthusiasm, mostly because it couldn't.

The droid saw this as a job to do, not as fun to be had, and as the Republic Soldiers burst into what ended up being little more than pellets of blood and guts the droid simply continued moving forward. It had dropped from the Ambulance wiht a rather resounding thud, denting the floors of Nickel One and causing the bulkhead buckle slightly beneath it's steps. There was a shift, a retrieving of it's weapon, a simple VT-Needle Disruptor. Aside from this the droid carried only two other armaments, an electro-staff and a simple vibro-blade.

Rigor had decided that given the mission parameters, more armaments were not really necessary or required, though of course within it's person it also carried several Thermal charges as well as a few other more explosive surprises. That was simply to keep within their mission goals, though Rigor knew that it was unlikely they would see use. The droid shifted slightly, utilizing Thrukk's mass as a form of cover as the Republic Soldiers began to move towards them. They...popped once again when the flechettes truck the, splattering slightly.

[The Command Center is directly ahead] The droid recounted to it's allies, having downloaded the schematics for Nickel One before the mission had begun.

Perhaps this would all go much faster than they had originally thought.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The GR and the JO (sorta)
Enemies: Mando & co - [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
Objective: Defend Roche
Equipment: Lightsaber, robes of the warrior, spare lightsaber, medical supplies, needle and thread

There was a sudden shift in the force. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] disappeared from his sight and for a moment he was lost in what was going on. There was a whisper and a breath, a sensation of warmth, then cold.
The presence of [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] then faded – Mantic had not seen where she went or what had happened but the flux of a jedi masters death sent tremors throughout the living force.
He needed to halt for a moment and collect himself. What had happened? He was not sure but the sensation was soon followed by yet more death, this time not from a jedi, but lives was none the less spilt and it alerted Mantic anew.

He jogged forward down the tunnel and then felt the shift of the web. Threads he had been following were seeing a change in nature. Dark, vile and foreboding they were transformed into something of evil. Mantic slowed down. The force had guided him closer to the source of the deaths he had felt, and it originated from a powerful force user. A force users who was being corrupted as he approached.
Lowering his head he took a deep breath before turning the last corner. The tunnel opened up in a larger hangar of sorts.

And there, in the centre of the hangar, two figures stood among the fresh corpses of dead soldiers.

Mantic stepped inside his saber hilt finding his right hand.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

NICKEL ONE
Objective: Dance Battle Have Force Heal, Use It
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: None, currently
Gear: Bag of candy given to him by a stranger (seems legit)

Adults were really, really weird.

This blonde haired lady, who he felt like he ought to know, was holding a lightsaber up at Master Barrien like she wanted to challenge him to a velocity. And Barrien was talking all weird, like they were related or something.

Then the lady gave him a bag of candy and told him and the Tank-Girl to leave. Except, they were in the middle of a warzone! Where were they supposed to go? This was the perfect moment for somebody to step up and just be an adult, and instead it was a nine year old and however old Tank GIrl was versus the Republic and Mando-lorry-an people all wanting to act all tough around each other. And hurt each other.

At this point, all Zak could feel around the asteroid was grief, pain, anger, and more grief. No one was even interested in listening anymore, let alone talking. Why couldn't the adults just act like... like... well, grown ups?

One thing was certain, they weren't gonna be able to do a lot of good around here. Pulling on Tank Girl's arm, the young Nautolan backed away from Blonde Lightsaber Lady and Master Barrien. "Uh, this way," the boy offered, to the question about where the hangars were.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Nickel One, Mando Quarter
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Allies: [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
Gear: Armour and lightsabre in sig

"Senator [member="Janira Fenni"] of Eshan, then," said Ember with a nod. As the EMBU toddled off on its mistress's errands, Ember shared a glance with Falcon. Something was coming, something more challenging than the commando team. The blood-soaked hangar was strewn with the wreckage of their impromptu barricade. Not an ideal battlefield, but better than most.

The man wasn't small, but Ember outweighed him, probably by a good twenty or thirty pounds. Ember had the reach advantage, too. Still, that armour looked serious, and the man had presence. Ember couldn't place his face -- not someone who'd been there for the last couple of Jedi convocations, then. That narrowed it down somewhat, but he couldn't pretend to know every early-middle-aged Jedi in the Republic's Order. Right now, he knew -- from half a century standing where Mantic was standing -- that the Jedi would be sensing a grim darkness, backed by all the ferocity of a Vahla, a Witch of Dathomir, a Keetael hunter, and a too-often-bereaved father.

He noted, too, the hand on the lightsabre.

"By way of introductions," he snarled through his mask, "my name is Field Marshal Ember Rekali, and I've been a Jedi Master since you were a gleam in your daddy's eye. Today, after a lifetime of betrayals, your Republic killed my last child. So maybe you can understand where I'm coming from when I tell you to get your hand off that blade, or lose it."

He didn't specify whether he meant the sabre or the hand. For his part, Ember's sabre was still clipped to his belt. Blood dripped from his bare fingers and thick bracers, making a tacky film. He'd retracted the hookblades, but they could deploy again in moments if needed.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Nickel One, hangar?
Allies: [member="Janira Fenni"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]

A hastily erected Force shield, combined with a number of Ataru acrobatics and deflections with the lightsaber, proved to leave Ryan Korr unscathed. In short, what one might expect when firing on a group composed of multiple Echani, a Jedi Master, and a Mandalorian Sith. His blade shrank into non-existence as he watched the traitor depart through the closing hangar doors.

"No need to apologize. We're all a little on edge."

He reached out, searching. Ah, yes. There she was, he could still feel her. The other traitor. The one who still thought she fought for the Republic. Korr scowled. Daella Apparine's betrayal on Coruscant had carved a wound in him. Each of these new perfidious acts reopened that wound, reminding him of how easily these fools slipped into their treachery.

"The traitor Keira Ticon is here, somewhere. We should be wary."

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Vahn Fett"]
Gear:

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It was unknown to Jaccer what had just happened, it seemed the Mandalorian had mustered up a new found strength from somewhere. Perhaps it was wrong to taunt him about his fallen comrades. Whatever caused it did not matter now. What mattered now was how to stop this monster of a man. This fight had suddenly got a whole lot harder for this soldier.

At this moment in the battle it was clear the tactics each warrior was going for. Jaccer was relying on speed and Vahn was - undoubtedly - going for raw power. Speed versus strength, which would win was anyone's guess. The first attack from Mandalorian was targeted towards the Major's already injured leg. Some would call this cowardice, others would call it tactics. Either way it was imperative for Jaccer to block this attack to avoid further injury and allow him to continue moving. Already being in a defensive position allowed him to slash downwards at Vahn's knife, causing it to miss his lower leg by millimetres.

The next attack, Jaccer was not prepared for; his change of positioning made his susceptible for another low attack this time on his other leg. Pain raced up his thigh as the blade entered his body. A burning sensation could be felt around the area which had been punctured. Luckily for Jaccer, with the adrenaline racing through his system, and the experience of pain much worse than this allowed him to ignore much of what had happened. He was capable of keeping his mind focused on the Mandalorian instead of his leaking leg.

This time no taunts or words would come from Jaccer. Instead an impressive outbreak of slashes and stabs would be unleashed onto his enemy. Although not as powerful as those of the Mandalorian, if any were to touch the skin of his enemy they would cause a large wound and immense pain. The soldier was convinced to not allow his death to come at the hands of this scum, whether he was a bounty hunter, hired gun or just simply a soldier like himself.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Nickel One – CC vicinity
Allies: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Rigor"]
Enemies:
Objective: Open season

As was the nature of such things, the battlefield looked, sounded, and smelled like utter chaos.

And spilled guts.

Laguz frowned and stepped over the splattered remains of the unfortunates who had come to intercept Saeva. Once the lot got their eyes on a target, nothing could stop them; obstacles would only delay them, and with a Thrukk on their team, the delay was… negligible.

The shifter, much like the droid, utilized the Houk's considerable girth as cover, scanning the walkways higher up for good vantage points as they proceeded deeper into the asteroid. Despite being a rather rash operator at times, Laguz was a dedicated sniper, and there were precious few things that took precedence over that.

Except for profit.

The merc frowned slightly as they proceeded towards the CC, and xir head tilted to the side as xe listened on Mando chatter.

"Oh, kark me. Boys, the CC is already done for. We've got a new target!"

Without ado, Laguz led them down an adjacent corridor to their right, circumventing the Command Centre entirely as xe followed the blueprints on xir wristpad. Saeva may have been comprised of trigger-happy, soulless killers and murderers, but they worked well together regardless, and the shifter was sure the other two would follow. They had cleared the larger corridor of any immediate threads, and so far, it seemed that the rest of the Republic forces were otherwise engaged or – indicated strongly by sprays of blood and entrails painted across the walls – dead.

Either way, they wouldn't be bothering the trio as they made their way for the Central Hub.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Destroy the Lies.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: The Republic/ [member="Barrien Siegfried"]
Other Tags: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Gear: Armor, Basic Lightsaber, bag of candy, bag of Kewafi Flower seeds, the Force


The girl spoke and Spencer glanced at her for a moment, while keeping the saber towards Barrien. “The hangers are down the hall and four left turns. Get there and get off this rock.” The eyes of the girl reminded her of someone - someone she had faced before. Faces were something Spencer never forgot and once she quickly ran through her mental rolodex she nodded towards the girl. “Temya’r Morut’yc” Her mando’a wasn’t the best but she knew phrases and could hold small conversations. The girl was the daughter of Anija - a woman she had faced in battle who she knew was a Mandalorian. The children, they were the future and mind settled on the face of her own daughter. Spencer hoped she would never have to face [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] like she was facing the man before her.

After speaking to the children, the man claimed he wasn’t Kamon. Her eyes narrowed and focused purely on his Force presence. They were similar, very similar and he was right she had felt the man’s death when it had happened, but there was never confirmation. Kamon was estranged, disappeared after the wedding she had witness go down the tubes, even then the woman he had married was somewhere in this galaxy.

“You’re not exactly him, but I only have one brother and he’s my twin.” Lies, most likely. With the kids out of the way, Spencer was able to begin using the Force offensively. Her free hand shot forward as the Force moved behind it in a Force Push to throw the man off balance.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Uhh, Spencer? You ok?
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Gear: Shield, lance, two more lightsabers

"Go on, you two. I'll be alright. Spencer is my sister, she just doesn't know it."

He nodded for them to move along and then focused back on his sibling. This was torturous. Now he wished that Aston was around so that he could dismantle this situation with ease. Spencer's twin brother knew him. They had worked together more than once and had come to the realization that they were, indeed, brothers. Fathered by the same man. There was a fourth somewhere out there, he believed, but he didn't know where the youngest of them was. Nobody did.

As soon as the youngsters were gone he was hit with a Force push that sent him backwards. He countered with his own off the wall and it slowed his movement, stopping him just as his booted foot touched the baseboard. Lifting his hand, he removed his helm and tossed it aside.

"I am not Kamon. I am your brother, Barrien. Aston knows. We were involved in rescuing you when you were captured."

He pushed off the wall and took a step away from it, but nothing more. He would not attack his own sister.

"Stop this and search your feelings and the Force."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Destroy the Lies.
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"]
Gear: Armor, Basic Lightsaber, bag of candy, bag of Kewafi Flower seeds, the Force

He spoke telling her to search her feelings. Spencer scoffed at the notion and continued forward. Once again she pushed him with the Force, this time harder as if she was trying to push him through the end of the hallway. Even if his words were true, she knew nothing of it and to her that side of the family was gone. They had abandoned her, he had abandoned her. Aston was always so forgiving, Spencer had experienced the world outside of the Order - seen things she probably shouldn’t have seen at her young age with Ashin. Still, she pressed on.

“Aston is easily swayed. I love him, but he’s too generous. Even if you’re not Kamon - I have one brother.” Another push with the force focused at the man’s chest. “You’re with the Republic, you represent the monster that called for the execution of those people. They killed a Jedi, they killed someone like you.”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Purge
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Janira Fenni"]

For the small Light Fight that broke out, Vulkan maintained his stance as merely back up for the Jedi Master, Ryan Korr. He didn't see the need to display his Force Prowess against random Republic Troopers anymore than he already had. Vulkan activated his jump pack and leaped upwards, hovering about fifteen meters up until the Jedi and Echani warrior finished killing and disabling the Republic Troopers. He used the Dinu'ul on his wrist to take blaster fire that followed him up there. Offensively, he was distracted, but still Vulkan Force Drained a small number of those troops, the ones that weren't engaged by the Jedi, the Echani, and the Droids.

He was careful, certain to make sure he did not kill them, only incapacitated them. When it was over he dropped back to the floor with a thud, and a slight metallic clang. "See, I'm behaving Master Jedi, still no dead soldiers." The Sith Lord's teeth were gritted and grinding as he held himself steady. Vulkan wasn't worried about one little Dark Jedi girl. But, A Jedi Master, an Echani of formidible skill, and the Dark Jedi girl, not so good odds. His experiences with Jedi in the past had taught him they were honorless dogs, and the recent actions of the Republic, well, more actions over the last seven years proved that.

The Force roiled within the Sith Lord, and it surged like a furnace being heated around him. Behind the visor, the Sith Lord's face was in a wicked half smile, the black eyes glared out in the darkness and the thick black veins around his eye's bulged and writhed.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Uhh, Spencer? You ok?
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Gear: Shield, lance, two more lightsabers

He was pushed back. Again and again. But he didn't fight back. Barrien could not bring himself to hurt his sister.

"Our father was a good man with a noble goal, but he was harmed by his own emotions and pride. He came to my world, impregnated my mother, and then left. I fled my world rather than be trapped there forever, in order to come out here and find people to save it. I knew father was gone, but until I met Aston I didn't know I had siblings."

Crossing his left arm over his chest, he protected it from her blade with his shield. She was going to hurt him, and he was aware of that fact. She was not going to believe what he knew was true. She was not going to see the resemblance to Kamon that Barrien possessed. She was going to ignore the fact that he felt like him, like her, and like Aston, and continue to believe that he was their father in disguise. But he wasn't, and he wasn't going to harm her.

"I will not hurt my sister."

He stared at her as she came closer.

"I have done nothing here but help people, Spencer. That is my purpose in life. I was going to help as I could when you stopped me here. I do not condone what happened, I could never condone such a thing! But these people, the ones that have infected the Republic with the belief that winning is all that matters, I do not represent their Republic. I represent the Republic that believes in peace, freedom, and safety for all those who choose it. And I will not fight you, so kill me if you must. Better that I die than my older sister anyway. I know you have a child, after all. I have no one."

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Diffuse
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Enemies: ? [member="Keira Ticon"]
Gear: Same as sig

"Hmm... Ticon."

Curious. Janira didn't really know much about the woman, though she'd heard about the treachery. Vaguely. She didn't know enough about the situation to make judgments herself, but if the Jedi was concerned about her presence, then she figured it was worth being concerned about. But, for the moment, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

She turned to the one in the Mandalorian armor.

"Is there anything that can be done to diffuse this situation? Anything at all to calm this all down? We will, of course, deal with the criminals responsible for the murder once they are captured, I assure you of that, but that will take time. What can be done now?"

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Nickel One Tunnels
Objective: Help
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Spencer Varanin"] ? / [member="Barrien Siegfried"] / Any Other Good Guys
Enemies: Whoever murdered innocent people
Gear:

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Advanced Hyperion Combat Armor: Advanced - Modified for reduced weight of 12kg | PDW-M1 "Neutralizer" | DX-2 Disruptor Pistol | Dinu’ul | Strill Claw Beskad

Frowning, MIrshko listened to Spencer's words, and then Barrien's. The hangars. Thinking about them caused a sinking feeling in her stomach. She gripped Zak's hand tighter, and traded a look between the woman and the male Jedi. And then the woman spoke to her in Mando'a. Mirshko's eyes widened in surprise. Something about the way the woman spoke, made Mirshko think she knew Mom, though she couldn't figure out how. Not that it mattered.

Maintaining her grip on Zac's hand, she checked to make sure he'd not dropped the bag of candy. With a nod to both, she back up, while keeping Zak behind her, and her DX-2 up and ready, should she need to use it. She didn't fully trust either adult. But, neither of them had tried to hurt her or Zak. That had to count for something. Frowning again, she whispered Spencer's directions to herself. The hangers are down the hall and four left turns. Get there and get off this rock. It sounded simple enough, certainly. But again she got that sinking feeling regarding the hangars.

Frustrated, she turned to Zac. "I don't think the hangars are safe.... I feel like there's... intensity there. Like there is with those two facing off to fight. Between that, and that I know some of them were vented to space.... I don't think it's safe. I mean. we could try... but you'd need a pressure suit or something to even try to enter some of the hangars...."

 

[Falcon Rekali]

Location: Nickel One - Mandalorian Quarter
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Gear: Armour | Lonesome Gun | Lightsaber (3rd of Obi-Wan) | Lightsabers (Aaralyn's) | Noctem Erinys (Sword) | 2x non-specific daggers
Carrying (Back): Aaralyn's Armour

With the package of his wife's belongings distributed on his person - her lightsabers and sword added to his loadout - he was looping her pendant around his neck after rubbing blood from its potential swing-path when he too felt something coming. He had lived around a great deal of power for long enough - Aaralyn, Ember, others - that he knew what it was he was feeling. He checked his movement, arms, torso, head, legs, with the extra carry, finding there to be little detraction. He could manage.

At this closer proximity of what was undeniably a Jedi, that in this place could now only be concluded to be of the Republic or its allies, his upper lip drew back in a snarl of his own behind the mask of his helm, as Ember made his introduction. Threat leveraged, Falcon spoke, the deep grey of his own present darkness riding his words.

"And I am Falcon Gyndar, widower of that child, and son of Strider Garon. Your Republic," he said, that word scorched with the filth of disdain fitting for it, "has taken my life-mate, jetii. Between him and I... well, I would listen to the Field Marshal, were I you."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Roche asteroids
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Oddball"]
Objective: Engage and destroy enemy starfighters

His banking maneuver had brought him around behind his targets easily enough. He'd had plenty of time to double and triple check what they were, even resorting to the magnification abilities of his helmet to confirm they were, indeed, starfighters. Starfighters coated in what appeared to be a dark paint, possibly one that muffled their sensor presence.

Betna shrugged and adjusted the controls, bring the fighter fully around, now tailing the group. He watched them break formation, begin pairing off, as they moved through the field.

"That was a bad idea," he murmured to himself, certain now that they were searching for him. How they'd found he was there was beyond him, but as they hadn't attacked and were looking for his ship told him that while they may know he was there, they couldn't precisely find him with his cloak up.

He leveled out with a pair of the dark painted starfighters and didn't bother with activating his targeted. He was close enough to eyeball the shot by now. Confident that he had the shot and that, because of their decision to break formation and split into pairs, help was just too far out of reach to affect him instantaneously after his attack, he dropped the cloak.

The custom Bes'uliik starfighter would, he knew, set off every alarm they bad now that he was clearly visible. He let off a string of bolts at the pair of starfighters from his trio of heavy blaster cannons and the mounted heavy ion cannon. He didn't bother firing the proton torpedoes. Not yet. They weren't necessary yet...

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Forgot to list it, but the starfighter I'm using has three heavy blaster cannons standard and three hardpoints. Using two hard points for the proton torps and the third one for the heavy ion cannon o7

 

[Khyros Sunblade]

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Senate Meeting
This is occurring during the invasion. It is to discuss the events surrounding the attempts to seize non- Republic corporate assets in Roche. The meeting will not affect the events nor outcome of the invasion itself. It is provided as an avenue of RP for those who write a Senate character. Tag me if you would like to be added here.

Senate Meeting Posting Template
Location: Chazwa
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Khyros Sunblade"] | [member="danger arceneau"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"] | [member="Jack Sparrow"]



Khyros had smiled and nodded as he and Danger were called to their seats. Being a new senator, Khyros intended to stay quiet for the beginning of it, try to feel where everyone's priorities lay and what each side of the current issue wanted from the others. This wasn't as simple as many of the media outlets wanted to call it, it was not The Republic versus The Corporations. From what Khyros had heard, the former Prime Minister had had a long reign that had begun fairly prosperously. The decline into what had happened had been slow, or else it would have been caught before everything sparked off. In order to keep it that way for that long, either Lasedri needed to be a master manipulator, easily a possibility, or she had to have had help. Assuredly, every appointment she had made needed to be looked at. Frankly, in Khyros's opinion, every Senator and representative needed to be re-evaluated in light of the treachery, including himself.

That was not likely to be a popular opinion, however, so he would keep it to himself.

Danger spoke of needing assurances that something such as what had happened recently didn't happen again. Lady Kay rebutted that no such assurances could happen, as every government had the capacity for corruption. Khyros knew that such was true, to an extent. Governments were power, and power drew corruptible people, but that didn't mean that steps couldn't be taken to curtail the power of the Supreme Chancellor, as the position had been renamed to its traditional title. So, while assurances couldn't be guaranteed, there could be a guarantee that steps would be taken to curtail the power of the Supreme Chancellor's office.

"I apologize for stepping in here, I realize that I am new to my office, but I think there are indeed things that can be done to assure Ms. Arceneau that the Republic can become an entity that the Corporate Alliance can work with. We have evidence that the office that betrayed this Republic has too much power, power the people of the Republic have entrusted to this body to regulate." Khyros took a moment to look at the assembled personages, then looked at Danger Arceneau. "While my colleague is correct that we can not guarantee that another usurper will dupe us as Lasedri and Palpatine did, we can offer assurances that steps will be taken to curtail the power of the office of Supreme Chancellor so that no one person can wield such power again."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Destroy the Lies.
Allies: None
Enemies: Barrien Siegfriedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5986-barrien-siegfried/http://starwarsrp.net/user/5986-barrien-siegfried/

Gear: Armor, Basic Lightsaber, bag of candy, bag of Kewafi Flower seeds, the Force

Gold ribbons began to spiral around her free hand, if he wasn’t going to fight back she would force him to. The Force drain would do something, make him want it to stop. As her hand drew closer to grasp him and force the hungry tendrils into his body, he mentioned Ibaris. The hand froze and the gold ribbions dissipated as she stood there and looked at him. His words about the Republic and how he didn’t condone what they had done echoed in her mind as she stood there looking at him.

If he was speaking the truth then, she would be harming her younger brother - but if he was lying then he got away with it this time. Frowning, she pulled away and her lightsaber disengaged. It was clipped onto the backside of her armor and she stayed looking at him. His face was masked and she shook her head.

“Then fix the Republic. Stop being their dog and roaming the halls doing their bidding. Fix them. If you are my brother and if you’re like our father - you’ll have the drive to not be a mongrel for the Politicians.”

She wanted to hit him for some reason, take the frustration she felt from losing her friend and knowing that the Republic were the ones who killed the innocent. It wasn’t his fault - he didn’t call for it, but still he was the one to do something. “I can’t have Eshan be apart of this pathetic excuse for Democracy. Change them, before they destroy everything.” She stared at him longer as she saw the resemblance of their father in his face. Possibly that was the reason why she wanted to hit him, mostly to make herself feel better - to get her own form of closure.

“Mrs Varan--” Spencer lifted her wrist for a moment. “Nickel One, I’ll send you coordinates” The transmission ended before the pilot could radio back. “If you don’t change the Republic - I’ll finish what I started.” Turning her back she headed towards the pick up zone, stopping she looked over her shoulder at the man who claimed to be her brother. “Her name’s Ibaris, my daughter.” With that she continued down the corridors.

*SPENCER JACOBS OUT*​

 

[RC 212]

-Starfighter Battle!-​

Location: Space, Headed towards Nickel One
Allies: [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] + [member="Cuan Kunn"]

Gear in bio, Kessels Pride, Naval Alit'Gam​

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Nightmares in the deep. As suddenly as they were scouting hell had opened up in the battlefields. Shields were taking hits, and Jack was cursing weaving through hundreds of bodies and floating whizzing debris. He had watched it all. The Station venting, the crystallized water exiting her airlocks along with streams of bodies. The Bomber flight had been hard pressed to avoid them as they whizzed into space like torpedos. Several took hits, smashed in half, bodies pulverizing into thousands of little crystals, flash frozen.

Despite his little knowledge of the force, Jack felt their deaths. He felt a dark torrent wash through his soul, as millions of voices cried out in pain and thousands vanished in the force in an instant.

That was the least of his worries. As bombers struggled to weave in between the bodies and chunks of station that were flying random vecotrs across the battlepsace the fleet was taing a pounding. Railguns opened up, some stray rounds sinking through their formation, barrelling holes like a bullet through paper. Pilots screamed, bombers exploded, streaks of flame and spirals of razor sharp metal blossoming like deadly lotus' across the void.

"Reverse thrusters! Dak, shoot what you can clear our path!" Jack roared, slamming the pedals on the floor to reverse the Pride.

Bombers were flipping end over end, tumbling backwards away from the veritable minefield of obstacles. Jack closed his eyes, using his knack for instinctive flying. He felt every piece, every round before it came. The pride juked and swerved, dipped and bucked, debris slashing by sometimes skimming her bow or port side.

The main fleet opened up now, turning to present a major broadside into the Asteroid base. Nickel One was aflame with the explosions of their combined fire-power. But they hadn't hit everything. Some guns were untouched, near the bottom of Nickel One and still firing. Jack slammed the yoke, firing full burn thrusters as they cleared the denser part of the field. They banked and rolled at the same time, manuevering wildly and then dropping to come level with the bottom half of the station.

"All wings listen up, those Railguns on the bottom side of Nickel One gotta go. Form up on me and follow my lead. Stay out of our fleet's firing solutions!"

He banked again the Pride tipping on her side to miss a chunk of asteroid from the missile strike whizzing by.


I'll weave a path, it's up to you to give em the big bombs. Oya!"


He roared through his helmet. The stations own defences were opening up, point defence cannons catching sight of the approaching formation. Jack continued to weave, eyes closed feeling his way with nothing but gut instinct through the cascade of hell.

Dak blasted debris that was crossing their path, the bombers formed up behind him single file. A long steel snake of doom was winding towards Nickel One's defences, writhing like a living being.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Uhh, Spencer? You ok?
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Gear: Shield, lance, two more lightsabers

Yes, he felt the the tendrils reaching out towards him, and knew what was coming. He resigned himself to feeling it. That was life. Was. She was going to kill him and he accepted that. As he said, better him, who had no attachments to anyone outside of his family than her, who had a child to take care of. He would not cause that sort of pain to his niece. He could not. That was beyond him.

And then she stopped, and she looked at him really for the first time.

"Spencer... I was one of the advocates for removing the Jedi from Republic jurisdiction. I serve the galaxy, not the Republic."

He sighed as she turned away and started walking. She stopped briefly and mentioned his niece's name.

"Take care, sister. Tell your daughter, Ibaris, that her uncle looks forward to meeting her someday."

A deep breath.

"I love you, even if you hate me."

And then she was gone.