Dominion Circumtore: A Ring of Scum and Villiny | SJC Dominion of Circumtore

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Specter-Class Stealth Transport "Ghoul", entering atmo over city. Homing in on Subject 73 Red 's position.
Objective: Locate Valco and Raider Leaders and neutralize them.
Allies: Subject 73 Red , Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri , Aien Mueller, Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar ,
Enemies: Valco and the Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: TDW HARM Rifle - Combat Rifle Configuration
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Team Paladin:

• 5 x Rangers armed with TDW HARM Rifles - Slug Thrower Combat Rifle Configuration, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr with Predator Assault Projectile Rifle, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Sergeant Jesson Doss with TDW HARM Rifle - Marksman Configuration, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor

The "Ghoul" moved further into the ringworld's atmosphere, deftly maneuvering around the space battle currently in progress in the space around it. As the stealth transport closed the distance to the locator beacon on Jedi Padawan Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri 's comlink, Beltran listened over the coms as Omega Team began moving in on the airstrip.

The elite team of operators had developed a reputation within the SJC special operations world for being exceptionally capable, and what Beltran overheard did nothing to contradict that. As they came within visual distance of the buildings that housed the Hutts and, ostensibly the Raider leadership, several flashes of small-arms blaster fire began to at the ship.

"Taking small arms fire," Said the pilot over the com channel. Her voice was so calm that she might have been reading the local weather report. It was unlikely that the bolts from the weapons would get through the transport's shields, but it definitely represented the fact that the Raiders had spotted their approach.

"Valco spends most of her time in the Terminal and Diplomatic Reception building. You'll probably find her there. Expect very tight security. Lots of resistance. That building is the safest on the planet." She said, hoping it was enough and mentally crossing her fingers."

"Copy," Beltran replied, acknowledging the Padawan's report. Keying his com back over to the pilots' frequency, he continued. "Bring us to a hover over the Reception Building. We'll insert from the roof."

"Understood."

As the ship slowed and then entered a hover, the metallic like pings of the blaster fire flaring against the shields intensified. Standing, Beltran indicated to Sergeant Doss with a nod of his head to join him. Both men made their way down the row of bench seats to the end of the hold. Depressing the ramp control with his fist, Beltran shouldered his rifle and Doss did the same.

"Mrawr," Beltran called back to the Togorian officer. "We're going to clear you a path to jump down onto the roof. Then set up some suppression so that we can join you."

"Got it," Said the feline warrior as he stood and moved into position just behind Beltran and Doss.

Once the ramp was down, Beltran and Doss quickly got to work. Moving from the outsides in, both men quickly took down any target that presented itself. Inside of perhaps ten seconds, more than half a dozen Raiders lay dead on the roof. The others, unaccustomed to the level of marksmanship that Beltran and Doss showed, began to scramble awkwardly for cover.

"Mrawr, go."

Taking a couple of long strides, the Togorian shouldered passed Beltran and Doss and leapt out into the air. The three meter tall cat-warrior fell more than twenty feet before coming to a graceful landing on the roof. Levelling his Predator Assault Rifle, Mrawr unloaded on the remaining Raiders on full auto-firing from the hip as he stalked forward and pouring the full capacity of the rifle's double-drum magazine into anything that moved.

Scanning the the area from above, Beltran and Doss were able to take out another three Raiders as they attempted to fall back under Mrawr's withering fire. Without looking away from the sight of his rifle, Beltran called out over the coms. "Alright, everyone else go."

One by one, the remaining Rangers dashed passed Beltran and leapt out into the air. Each activated their jumpjets, softening the twenty foot drop so that they didn't injure themselves. They then spread out, engaging targets as they moved outward and taking them down quickly and efficiently. Doss, went next, tapping Beltran on the shoulder to indicate that he was the last man and jumped.

A second later, Beltran followed suit and landed with ease on the roof. Moving swiftly to cover, Beltran commed back to the "Ghoul."

"Paladin Actual to Ghoul-1-0. We have completed the drop, pull off to a safe distance. We'll radio when we have the target in custody."

"Roger that, Actual. Good hunting. Ghoul, out."

With that, the transport peeled off and sped into the distance. A few seconds later, Beltran could no longer see the ship as it moved away and the buildings that surrounded them obscured his vision. Turning his attention back to the battle in front of him, he saw a small group of Raider survivors, falling back to a set of blast doors. Rangers from either side pressed in, firing as they crouch-walked between groupings of cover. Mrawr walked confidently up the middle, still blasting away. Doss had found an elevated position on top of some crates and was sweeping the area, looking to remove anyone who presented a target to him from the world of the living.

Over the noise of blaster-fire and suppressed projectile fire Beltran heard a female voice calling out from below.

"Valco. You were warned. Time's up."

"Boss," Came Doss' voice over the comlink. "Is she using a loudspeaker?"

"Yes..." Beltran replied slowly, taking a second to look over the edge of the building. "I believe she is."

A moment later, Lieutenant Mrawr chimed in. "All tangos are down. Proceeding to the door and setting breaching charges."

"Copy, that. Proceed." Keying in on the general SJC com fequency, Beltran spoke. "This is Paladin Actual to all SJC personnel. We are about to breach the roof door on the Diplomatic Reception building. Keep an eye out for anyone attempting to escape from the ground level."

By the time Beltran arrived at the blast doors, the shaped-charges had been set. Taking cover, Beltran was just about to detonate with a massive plume of fire exploded in the distance, sending shockwaves in all directions and causing the Rangers' face shields to automatically darken at the brightness.

"The feth?" Doss called out.

"Looks like Omega hit their objective," Beltran answered calmly. "Breaching in 3..2.."

The sound of Team Paladin's charges were all about drowned out by the residual background noise from the airstrip explosion. As the blaster doors bowed inward, creating enough of a hole for a man to get through Beltran stepped up and tossed a pair of stun grenades in. Several sparks of blue energy lit the area inside for a moment before going dark.

"Go."

The next man in line, Sergeant Doss, then entered the area behind. He was followed by Mrawr, and then the rest of the team. Beltran stepped in last and took a look around. This appeared to be a loading area, likely for the off loading of goods delivered by ship to the roof. Beyond the main area, there was a large, industrial sized service lift. "Dek," Beltran called, indicating one of the other men. "Get that lift terminal hacked."

"Paladin Actual to all personnel, we have breached the building." Beltran updated. "We're heading down to the main levels now."

With a nod, the young Ranger trotted over to the terminal and began working while the others kept watch. Beltran strode over to Mrawr and Doss who stood looking down at a trio of stunned Raiders.

"We got time for prisoners, sir?" Mrawr asked.

Levelling the barrel of his rifle at the first Raider, Beltran pulled the trigger. He then did the same twice more before answering:

"No."

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

Tags: Ura Iolar Liram Angellus Gir Quee
Ship: A-Wing

This was almost becoming familiar. Her stomach still tensed up, and she could feel hands and neck grow cold, but she didn't waver. Whatever nerves she was battling with she was learning how to keep them under control. Being on Kayla Luspark 's wing last time had gone a long way in making her feel more comfortable in her own cockpit.

"Silver Two, standing by" She responded to the call by Silver Leader. Was she still Silver Two? Were they officially even a squadron? Or a random collection of starfighters who happened to be on sight at the same time, just going under the Silver Squadron as almost an umbrella term? Hopefully all things which would see some clarity in the future. Aveline was just a flight officer, she was just here to do as she was told! And right now that meant blasting raiders, a field she was rapidly growing in experience in. "Oh... That's a lot of fighters" How many were they again? Aveline took a deep breath, hoping Silver Leader would come up with something brilliant.

A fresh voice broke in over their comms. He sounded young, yet firm. There was no doubt or hesitation in his voice. "Silver Leader, this is Lieutenant Commander Roshan of the Navigator." Looking over her shoulder and up, Aveline could spot the Essex-II Class Starfighter Killer which had broken off from the main carrier. "I have been assigned to provide you with cover." He didn't presume to say what to do next, or order Liram Angellus around. The Wing Commander outranked him by quite a bit. Though he would prefer to stay clear of the enemy freighter, ultimately Roshan would do as instructed.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Circumtore - Street Level​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Desbre Gensan (unless specified)​

Tag: Milya Vondar Beltran Rarr Subject 73 Red Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri​

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It was good to see Des’ gaining more and more confidence in herself and her actions. She still had a ways to go in her personal journey, but clearly, the change in her was showing, especially with her friend Milya tagging along. She was more concerned about what he thought of her than he was, frankly, he didn’t mind at all, but this was a good exercise for the Arkanian Padawan, she needed the feeling of watching over someone. It was something that you cannot be taught, you had to gain it for yourself, and no better place to learn it than right here.

When she asked him about taking prisoners, he wanted to give both of them(her and Milya) an answer that they would understand. However, he wanted to do it loud enough to intimidate the Raiders in front of them. The quandary was the words he would use in order to get his point across. This wasn’t such a big deal, but it was more of a mental challenge that he liked, of course, the Raiders who were just mesmerized by Desbre’s handiwork with her lightsaber were grabbing their secondary weapons.

If they surrender, let them, if they fight, remind them.

Cracking his knuckles and taking a few powerful steps forward, Caltin saw in their eyes how little of a threat than they really were. He wouldn’t need to do much more than what he was about to in order to make them run. A wry smile back at the two Padawans and a clenched right fist were all that the Raiders would see before he twisted and slammed that fist into the ground as if punching Terra firma. The Force was centered in his fist though and the resulting shockwave sent them off of their feet so violently that their feet were momentarily in the exact spot their heads once were. The Raiders were each knocked back an average of four to five feet.

I did that in a good mood.

As some of them ran, others tried to stand their ground. Caltin looked back at Desbre and Milya and offered his own advice.

I guess they don’t want to be taken, prisoner.

When he turned around though, the big guy saw something that he was not expecting, something he did not want to see. Two of the pirates were calling for reinforcements, which was not surprising, however, eight of them were taking prisoners, child prisoners. If you ever wanted to see Caltin Vanagor angry, take a child, or a woman prisoner, threaten their life. You will see the anger in his rise. If you do not want to see him angry, run as fast as you can away from him at this point. He was in full command of his faculties, this was not some blind or berserker rage, no, but he was looking at the lowest possible tactic he would ever see…

And

He

Was

PISSED.

Spoiler

(2:30 in)

Slowly standing, the massive Jedi Master stood erect, cracked his knuckles and his neck before opening his eyes and glaring at their would-be foes.

You had the chance to run. Now you had better hope that you can outrun me.

Spoiler

(2:50 in)

In a sprint, Caltin charged at the Raiders and attacked. Brute force was his ally right now, throwing a left hook at one, a front kick at another. He was moving in a blur to them, but the Jedi with him would see his movements. As he pulled Conservator with his left hand, the big guy grabbed another by the throat, lifted him a couple of inches off of the ground, and slammed him back against it. The more reinforcements that attacked, the more ferociously he battled. Caltin was drawing the attention so that Desbre and Milya could take down the hostage-takers.

These monsters gave them no choice so now there would be no recourse. This action was meant to simply be a diversion, but now Caltin was mad enough to get to Valco himself, well he and his Padawans(she may not be officially, but right now he looked at Milya at his, yes). He was not trying to kill anyone, he did at this point, seven of them but there was no choice, it was either them, or him, or someone he wanted to protect.

Reaching out through the Force, he spoke to both Desbre and Milya.

~”Keep up the pressure, their ‘wall’ is cracking and folding. We’re doing it.”~

He saw one of the hostage-takers backhand a little girl, that Weequay would feel the Force immobilizing him and sending him flying into others. More were being thrown or lifted. Any weapons fire on him was sent back to its destination through his abilities with Djem So. He wished he could set a better example, but made absolutely no apologies for his actions. Innocents were in danger and he would put an end to it. This was much like his days as a self-proclaimed “vigilante” only he was aware of the anger in him, it was not going to consume him no matter how much it wanted to.

He knew that the Jedi with him might worry about his mental state, but in between each attack, he projected images of himself offering a “thumbs up” into their minds. This battle, this facade of an enraged Jedi was meant to scare those who were causing harm. It was almost fully controlled until the unthinkable happened. One of the Raiders killed a small boy who was trying to flee the area. That is when the rage became real and Caltin gave chase.

He, unfortunately, left the other two behind as he hunted down this Rodian, this green little womprat of a monster that would intentionally take the life of a child that wanted little more in life than to live and play. Catching the individual, Caltin lifted him up by the lapels and slammed him against the wall with one hand. His lightsaber in his free hand, he berated the Raider.

I’m tired of holding back against scum like you. I’m done.

Holding the weapon up near the Rodian’s neck, his eyes yellow at this point, he asked.

Do you want to die? You’re about to.

Before Desbre or anyone else could do anything, he reared his hand back and began to swing it at the screaming pirate who was begging for his life at this point. At the last possible second, the big guy did not need the image of that small child he used to wave to every day on Tatooine in his mind, he was already disengaging the blade. The hilt up against the Rodian’s neck, the big guy let the fool go. He came to the edge as he had done many times in the past, how many times he could do this in the future remained to be seen.

You’re not getting off that easy.

As the pirate fell to the ground, coughing and choking, Caltin sat, he needed a minute.

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Street level, spaceport, circumtore​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Milya Vondar​

Des rushed forward, leaping with casual ease, or so it seemed. She cleared several meters in height, alighting on the roof of the entryway to the port from the pad as Caltin went through it. Up there she had the high ground and a view of the area. And then he took a cluster of them down in a telekinetic blast. "I've got to learn how to do that," she said. It was the second time she'd seen such a display from him, and both times it proved quite useful.

Turning her attention to the field below, she saw the hostage-takers and their charges, and her mind shifted gears. Purely tactical in its analysis she studied them. Hostage situations were tricky, and the mark of cowards. They'd kill if they thought it would save their skin. It was all about saving their skin really. But that wasn't a game she was here to play. None of them were.

~Milya, take the right~ she directed the Echani. Her friend was no stranger to combat. She probably didn't need much direction, but in this Des already had a plan and was moving to execute it. Shifting forward a step so her right foot was ahead of her left she raised her saber hand. Her left hand raised as well, resting almost against her saber hand as she focused on the two groups. Hostages and hostage-takers. She focused on each of them, making sure they were distracted by Caltin. Each group she associated with one hand, clustering them all into groups in her mental grip. At first, there was nothing to note. When she was ready, she pressed her saber hand away while pulling her empty hand back, as though pushing apart two heavy boxes. It was the physical trigger to mental action. Below the eight hostage-takers were suddenly sent flying backward with invisible, monstrous strength, the power of a determined Jedi at the helm. The hostages themselves were drawn forward with the same inexorable strength but received a gentle landing. Moving forward, she hopped down, landing easily. "Go," she shouted to the kids, who began fleeing, save one.

A little girl lay on the pavement in a pool of spreading blood. A large gash had opened in the side of her neck and she could see the arterial blood jetting from it as fast as her little heart could pump it. Cursing her miscalculation, she rushed forward and placed one hand over the wound, and dove into the Force. ~Milya, protect us.~ Immediately she sought out the main structures of the neck and pulled them back together, blood vessels and flesh at the same time. This meant she didn't have to fill in the gap so much. It was as good as a suture job for the moment. But then she poured the Force into the wound, focusing on the "rightness" or "correctness" of how her body was supposed to be. She focused on that image, pressing the severed flesh together. She encouraged the cells to bind and heal, to multiply at an exponential rate. The gash itself, still leaking blood at first ebbed then stopped in a few seconds. The thin line of the separation began to fade. Within a few more seconds she sensed the girl's body had been repaired. She was out of the woods as far as the danger of bleeding out went. Taking a moment she poured more of that life into the child, encouraging her blood to replace itself more rapidly. Finally, she stirred, eyes blinking open to see the pale one crouched over her.

"You're alright, little one. Get home," she said, mindful of her blood-soaked hand, trying to keep it out of the girl's line of sight. Turning off her saber she helped the girl up and quickly ushered her around a corner, then turned back to see what trouble Milya was in.

Caltin was doing his best to be electrifying and intimidating as he went through vermin like wheat. But she felt it was just a show, as he was relatively cool headed. Until a blaster bolt zipped around the corner out of sight. A life winked out. Caltin exploded into a rage that caught even her attention, and took off after the Rodian that fired the shot. "Chit..." she said, her expression dropping. That wasn't good.

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[Ura Iolar]

Ship: Razor-Tail
Tags: Liram Angellus Gir Quee Aveline Cuiléin

"Roger. Following you." Ura would keep the Razor-Tail close to Liram as they went in. Thankfully she'd asked for torpedoes this time. The one con was she only had one launch tube. As they moved though, the Deathseed would roll out of the way of some Scyks, and she would line up some crack shots in an attempt to disrupt the fighters attempting to stop them. Ura would hear a familiar voice come through, seeming happy to hear it.

"Good timing to show up. This is a real fight to the deeee....." Ura didn't get to finish before pulling away from a rogue Khiraxz attempting to fire on her. Poodoo there were so many of these guys. She watched as Silver Leader made his run though, and would soon follow suit. She unloaded the launcher into one of the engines pulling out of the way to safety.

BANG

The Razor-Tail seemed to spin around, with Ura frantic in the cockpit trying to realign the craft. She didn't know what happened yet, but she could tell it was bad. She checked the systems and.... Poodoo poodoo poodoo!

"Mayday, mayday! I lost a wing!" As she said this Ura acted quickly, closing her s-foils for stability. She must've flown a little too close, or hit something she didn't realize was in the carrier. Worst of all it too the "engine bay" with it. The one that help one of her fighter's shield generators. So lower shields, and down a cannon. "Great flying Ura.... Great flying...."

 

[Milya Vondar]

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Location: Circumtore
Equipment: Reu & Tuene
Tag: Desbre Gensan | Caltin Vanagor

Milya watched in quiet fascination as Caltin delivered his instructions then shortly after he stepped forward cracking his knuckles and punched the ground. Her very first thought was to point out what a colossal waste of energy it was up until the Force got involved, the resulting shockwave sent the heavily armed men reeling back several steps. A simple inclination of her head as she watched with a small smirk of amusement. Not that it had been Caltin’s intention but he had undoubtedly impressed the young padawan, silver eyes followed the ones that ran then snapped back to Caltin quickly in case she missed anything else entertaining.

Des moved on her right so Milya took that as her cue as well, she spun the lightsabers in each hand as she burst forward alongside Des before she did a quick cut to the right and launched herself right into a group of the raiders. Mentally she had to remind herself that these were not Bryn’adul and that there were indeed human and could be reasoned with. Her mental focus assured she began to work,her blades would not be rending flesh today. What followed one would almost hesitate to call combat. The young echani danced more accurately through the raiders maneuvering and dodging with such grace, while orange blades danced with her slipping in and around whatever guard they tried to have. The super heated plasma of each blade burned through rifles, carbines and even pistols but not even one of the raiders had even a slight burn on them. As they began to advance upon her she prepared to face them all but when the words touched her mind Milya moved with the speed of a starfighter.

~Milya, protect us.~

she had turned and vaulted over a barrier leaving the unarmed raiders confused, but no less subdued for now. As she blazed a trail to her friend one raider tried to lunge at Milya, flipping the saber in her right hand so the blade was pointed away from the raider she delivered a devastating punch to the raiders face, she heard the crack that followed though unsure if it was her hand or his face. That would sort itself later though. Using the momentum of the punch she turned into a spin where her foot delivered a kick to the man's gut sending him flying back before he fell to the ground like a wet rag. As soon as her feet found the ground once more she used the Force and lept the rest of the way to Des, landing just in front of her, her eyes falling to the girl then looking to Des.

“Focus on her. I have this.” Milya burst forward to the group that was advancing on Des as she did she recoupled her lightsabers into a staff and brought the blade to bear on the first of the group she heard the sizzle and popping noise as superheated plasma burned away the sensitive electronics of the carbine her held what she didn’t see was the rifle slamming into her from the right. The force of which knocked her to the ground and sent the lightsaber sliding back toward Des. Picking herself up slowly Des would see a trickle of blood from Milya’s lip but more than that, a ferocity awakened. She could have called her saber to her, she did not. She could have run to the saber, she didn’t do that either.

She simply took two steps forward to the three raiders, one was unarmed the other two were pointing rifles at her. She moved slightly to one side mindful of their line of fire behind her, once Des was clear she moved using the Force to augment her speed, she ducked as she ran under a hail of blaster fire rushing the three of them. They were not used to dealing with Force users and it showed they were also not used to facing echani.The first one to fall was the unarmed one. Milya got inside his guard and delivered a knee to his chest, after initial impact she pushed off slightly before her right leg slammed into him and sent him staggering back.

Her feet had barely touched the ground before she spun grabbing the arm of one of the raiders and turning it to fire at the other who held a blaster, it was a well aimed shot to the forearm causing him to drop the rifle. As for the arm she currently held onto well, as the last one standing and being the one that hit Milya with a rifle he was mildly concerned at this moment. A quick jerk upward dislocated his shoulder causing the arm to go limp and release the weapon, she quickly grabbed it and angled the butt of it toward his face “Goodnight,” was all she said as the weapon made contact, another crack of the same sound. It probably was that guy's face. Tossing the rifle to the ground she called her saber back to her hand and looked back at Des. Her eyes following to the girl as she ran away a small smile on her lips. "Good Job" she turned her head once again as she took in the scene, several of the raiders had enough sense at this point to run, those who weren't rendered unconscious anyways.

 

[Broka the Hutt]

BYOO: Expand Sphere of Influence
Location: In orbit of Cirumtore
Tags: OPEN, Silver Space

At least one of the groups responded to his outreach. Good. When he got word of this response from his cousins below, he got off his throne, and lurched his way to the communications room on the ship. There, he sat himself in a large throne for holo-calls, as usual for this room, and the droid came up on the monitor.
"<Indeed. It has been a while since the Shell Hutts and the rest of the Hutts have communicated with one another. I come here as Supreme Mogul of the new Hutt Republic. It is based on Nar-Shaddaa, and we are steadily growing. With the Jedi coming here to claim this sector of space, and Circumtore being a Hutt world traditionally, I came here to set into motion the process of admitting Circumtore into the realm of the Hutt Republic's jurisdiction. I tried reaching out to the Jedi as well, but it seems they have yet to respond. So, in the meantime, it will be between us. Who is your master? Valco, or one of the other clans on Circumtore?>"

 

[Feku the Hutt]

BYOO: Glorious Conquest!! (Though Slowly Becoming Objective 1.)
Location: Frontier of Vlaco the Huttess' territory.
Tags: OPEN

Feku's mortars bombarded the positions of his enemies. Those Jedi have landed many groups of forces on the ground in this territory as well. He knew it was only a matter of time before forces encounter any of these Jedi that have landed in his enemy's territory. After pondering the thought of encountering the Jedi forces, the mortars finished their bombardment for a brief moment. That was when he had his army, with him at the front, charge up the hill. The strategy worked as he planned it to. They stormed the encampment, and slaughtered any of Valco's troops there who did not surrender. Those that did, were put into custody. The prisoners had slave collars slapped on their necks, and forced to march in front of the army as it moved from this location, to the next place to conquer.

However, just before they moved on Feku roused his troops with a brief speech to keep them marching, "<My soldiers! We have won this battle, and have captured the borderlands of Valco's territory! Now, we must continue onward in our glorious conquest before the Jedi take what should be mine, and by extension ours! Onward men! Onward to glory and victory!>"

There was rowdy cheering in Huttese and Basic from his soldiers, and they began the march with the prisoners, deeper into Valco's territory.

 

[Aien Mueller]

OPERATION - SUNRISE

LOADOUT(unless missions specific):
Armor - Massiff (all),
Weapons (team)- Pistol, Combat Knife,
Grenade, Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, rifle,
Wrist Blaster
(Assault)- Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
(Heavy Weapons)- Grenade Launcher, Rifle
GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Aien Mueller), Peter(Zev Tantor)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Tauren Saryl), Paul(Tomas Isaacs),
Michael (Laroyce Bromin)
RED TEAM: Scion(Ewan Isaacs), Bartleby(Dem Oniqua)
ORDERS: Take out the Kestolar's airstrip
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag: Ura Iolar Beltran Rarr Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Subject 73 Red Desbre Gensan Milya Vondar


Status…

Good to go

Nominal

Good to go.

Sauriel raised his sniper's rifle and leveled it on a startled Paul, only he fired it beyond the heavy gunner. There was a Raider who happened to see them, and the shot to the head took him down. While the Weequay fell to the ground from a third-story window, he was in a back alley with no comrades in the area.

Let’s do this.

Abdomen is sore.

He was masked, as was all of them but it was clear that Scion’s “joke” gears were turning.

Wait, Bartleby’s got a sore belly? Oh lord, he’s hungry again!

Enough… let’s move.

The blast that destroyed the weapons cache knocked them down, it knocked down most of the populace, but they were fine and on the move. Bartleby in truth had an abdominal tear, but he would deal with it, they all had little nagging injuries, but they were professionals, and their mission was not over yet. Paladin Team was moving on the Palace, so were the Jedi, if what Azrael saw looking out one of the windows was true, they had to get to the airstrip and wreck it. The starport could stay intact because that was home to civilian traffic, but the airstrip was said to be pure “Kestolar”.

The next building that they entered was occupied, but right now it did not matter. They kept moving through what looked to be a restaurant, as patrons and staff both looked on in a mixture of fear and awe. In a matter of moments, Omega was outside again, only this time it was out in the open. Now they had no choice, they had to get to the airstrip through the Starport and the only way into the starport was through the main entryway.

Weapon discipline…

Moving quickly through the street, they could at least look like they were not trying to kill everyone with their rifles pointed down. This was a normal move so as not to erroneously shoot your teammate, but it could at least offer some peace of mind. Going into the starport caused problems as Hutt controlled security was called to answer their aggression, but the Gamorreans proved to be smarter than they looked and that axes would not be a match for weapons fire. Azrael would not let any type of aggression, they were taking the “Jedi Approach” if there were no threats to them, they were not threatening anyone. Of course, there was the threat of those calling in the team’s position, but Bartleby was jamming any and all communication.

Even the ships could not take off or land.

Signal for pickup.

They were leaving one of the hangars and our onto the tarmac when Michael began “popping smoke” by way of a strobe that could be seen from space. Three “Novas” two gunships and one acting as transport should be in orbit and be able to pick up on the signal and enter atmo. As they looked out onto the ground though as the Omegas, or “The Apostles” saw an airstrip with fighters and corvettes all with the same “non-markings” on them, markings that matched the Kestolar Raiders. This was it.

Delta, Go.

The signal was for Scion and Bartleby to make way down the strip setting charges on various ships. They did not have enough explosives to set on every one of them, and that would take too long, but the placement should set off chain reactions.

Charlie, Go.

The next signal was for Sauriel, Michael, and Paul to set positions and take out any stragglers on the airport. Azrael and Peter would be covering the Starport. Every third ship was where they stopped and set the explosives, it was fast and efficient and soon Red team was no longer visible with the naked eye. The chatter of their check-ins of “Charges set” ensured that there were no security issues. It was when they could be seen again that the problem arose. In a rare moment of intelligence, the Raiders did not fire on the two initially, they waited and the fire team to get into a position where they would be surrounded.

We’re compromised.

Azrael perked up, they all did.

You have a shot?

Got’em… go...

Go, Paul… go.

Sprinting, with weapons firing, Azrael, Peter, and Paul made their way down the strip to bail out their friends and teammates. Sauriel and Michael were hitting their targets from afar, the problem is with Paul joining Gold team for the assault they were exposed. This was remedied with each sniper covering the other as they shot. Bartleby and Scion were badly pinned down and their options were limited, the tech and team second was calling for the transports that were two minutes out but were out of weapons range, then he looked at Scion.

Blow it.

Only have half hooked.

Then blow that half.

Boom baby.

Flipping the detonator switch and pressing the button set off the charges for the far end of the strip. One by one Corvettes erupted into explosive flames, the shockwaves set off took out neighboring frigates and fighters. It was a testament to the fact that the team demo expert had a few screws loose, but he was efficiently lethal where it counted. Gold Team was in the fight and was tagging Raiders. The thing is though, they were drawing attention and this was a problem.

Boss! They called in reinforcements!

As Bartleby could see a mass of Kestolar strobes making their way into the Starport, Azrael keyed his comm-link.

Bravo, Go.

The snipers backed their way down the strip about thirty seconds before more Raiders came out. Paul was done with this and pulled his grenade launcher and began sending pirates flying, literally. They were going to hold until finally…

Boom.

The two dropships acting as gunships came in firing. The third one hovered low enough to pick up the snipers who just started firing on everything that was not wearing and Omega Squad patch. Slowly as the dropship hovered over and picked up Gold Team a Kestolar sniper took the shot that drilled into the team leader’s back. He was not dead, yet, but every grenade that Paul had in his launcher was shot into the direction of that son of a (censored). Peter helped Azrael, along with one of the security officer’s on the dropship, and got him secured. The gunships started unloading their payloads on two mechs that called and moving onto the tarmac.

Bartleby and Scion were the last on the transport which rose into the air at an alarming rate to many. Scion had the last laugh as he finished his connections and hit the detonator button one more time. The entire airstrip, all of the Raiders’ ships, the hangar leading to it, and the abandoned casino that they infiltrated into all went up in flames. Scion was efficient, but the types of explosives he tends to use, and the combinations often make one wonder if he gets off on it.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Objective: Apprehend child traffickers and apprehend Valco's right hand (Objective C: BYOO)
Location: Circumtore's surface, 'abandoned' power plant
Writing with: Jyoti Nooran

The Jedi Master took a deep breath. Both her patience and composure were being tested by the Shell Hutt crime lord. In the five minutes since her telepathic warning, nothing had happened. No blasters were fired, nor did anyone come out to meet the Sephi. It made her wonder if their mission had been compromised this early on. Master Nooran's team hadn't contacted her yet, nor had her own, which meant that things were still going according to plan. That thought kept her calm and focused.

Until the Shell Hutt actually made his appearance.

The old metal doors swung open, revealing the massive armor-clad body of the slug. Lomu's facial features were hidden underneath the customized helmet, decorated with several symbols she faintly recognized from her Huttese evening-classes. Over his shoulder, the Shell Hutt carried a large vibro mace, one that could most definitely break every bone in her body in a single swing.

But what really caught her eye, was the crime lord's company. He was flanked by two IG-series sentinel droids, each with a blaster pointed at a young child.

"De wanna wanga Jedi." He spoke in a dialect of Huttese, one she could effortlessly comprehend through the Force. "You must be one of the Silvers..." He spat out the words with disgust. "Before we begin, know that the lives of these slaves depend on it." With a gesture of the Hutt's stubby arm, the two IG-droids pressed their blasters against the children's heads. "So don't test me." Sakadi nodded in response. She could keep the Shell Hutt occupied, but not for long. The success of this operation would ultimately depend on Master Nooran...

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!

LOCATION: Open Space over Circumtore
LOCAL TIME: Who cares at this point!
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Take out Raiders
WINGMATES: Ura Iolar Aveline Cuiléin Gir Quee

The space battle was beginning to intensify with more and more fighters getting involved. Liram did not worry about “The Liberation”, she could handle herself and the remainder of Voodoo wing do their best not to let any enemy vessels get to her. He did not have much time to really pay attention to or care about who was assigned what at the moment. The Voodoo squadrons not assigned to protect the Liberation were hitting the frigates and corvettes hard, and the Kestolar fighters did their best but were ultimately outmatched by training and numbers.

They were hitting the carrier, and she was going down in flames, burning in space but she launched her remaining complement of fighters, which were a lot of them. Finally, the kid in the A-wing spoke up, but she was calling herself “Two”, was she not paying attention? He assigned that to the ugly. Whatever, it’s not like this was anything more than a part-time gig for any of them. Then… where the frell did that fighter killer come from?!

Oh good, she’s on our side. Sheesh, that could have been bad.

Hitting his comm-link, Liram responded.

” Navigator, stay firing distance out. We’ll bring them to you. Don’t be a hero.”

The fighter killer was a nice touch, but there were too many possible ways to kill it and Liram was not going to have that happen on his watch, or show up on his service record, no way no how.

” Alright two… any of them that have torpedo payloads can give “The Navigator” a bad day, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen, okay? Take seven, eight, and nine with you, scan for palladium and melodium. Light up any fighters that have them, we’ll take care of the rest.

‘Other two’... f… frak.”

The ugly was hit and going down fast.

” Ten, eleven and twelve, follow her down! If those Novas are in the area, see if they’ll pick’em up.”

He was referring to the gunships he saw flying into the sector a few moments earlier. Liram wasn’t sure what their orders were, but they might be able to help.

 

[Silver Space]

Location: Valco the Huttess' base
Tags: Beltran Rarr Subject 73 Red Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Aien Mueller Caltin Vanagor Milya Vondar Desbre Gensan Caltin Vanagor Feku the Hutt

Across Cirumtore, the Raiders were having trouble, facing a combined brunt of both the SJC and Feku the Hutt's forces, they did their best with what they had. Facing Jedi, special forces, and a shell hutt and his own army. This wasn't turning out well. The surface airstrip was gone now, and their forces were on the backfoot. Valco would slide out, hearing the commander barking orders over the comms.

"Never seen the help to do a Huttese's job." She would float past him, a spear in hand and her armor's cannon began to move. She would remind them all why she was the one in charge of this artificial world. Not them. Her.

Tags: Gir Quee Liram Angellus Aveline Cuiléin

The space above the battle below, another fight was raging. The corvettes had been forced to turn their guns to self defense to keep the Voodoo squadrons off of them, though one fell prey to the fire. And the carrier bucked as her engines began to die. Alarms would blare and the carrier drifted. She was dead in the water, and practically out of the fight now.

The fighters however had varying success. The Y-Wings held tight, with half being lost before a couple managed to line up torpedoes shots. Not much, but they couldn't say they didn't try. The Scyks were being chewed up, though being so light it wasn't necessarily a surprise, and the Khiraxz fighters had managed to hold their own, putting up a good fight as they flew. And a couple noticed the wounded birds that now flew. Time to try and mop up.

BYOO​

Tags: Broka the Hutt

"Of course. With the Jedi's battle, joining the Republic would be a logical choice. My master serves under the clan of Feku the Hutt, and is... preoccupied at the moment. Let's just say the Jedi's timing couldn't be.... Well, better or worse depending on how you view it. Tactically better, profitably worse in the long run. That is assuming certain businesses must cease."

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Diplomatic Reception Building, rooftop lift heading to main levels.
Objective: Locate Valco and Raider Leaders and neutralize them.
Allies: Subject 73 Red , Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri , Aien Mueller, Caltin Vanagor , Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar and others
Enemies: Valco and the Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: TDW HARM Rifle - Combat Rifle Configuration
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot), Incendiary Grenades, Cryo-Ban Grenades

Team Paladin:

• 5 x Rangers armed with TDW HARM Rifles - Slug Thrower Combat Rifle Configuration, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr with Predator Assault Projectile Rifle, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Sergeant Jesson Doss with TDW HARM Rifle - Marksman Configuration, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor
• Specialist Deklin Argos TDW HARM Rifle - Slug Thrower Combat Rifle Configuration, wearing Katarn Mk. II - Paladin Armor

Lieutenant Mrawr and Sergeant Doss' expressions went unseen, hidden behind the face plates of their Katarn Armor as Beltran executed the three stunned Raiders. Neither man voiced an objection, even though summary executions were far outside the allowed regulations for the Antarian Rangers. Both men had served with Rarr long enough to know that when it came to slavers, Beltran showed no mercy.

Each man, like Rarr himself, could hear the general SJC comnet. They knew that Raiders at the ground level had already resorted to taking children hostage in order to stop the Jedi. It was doubtful that either man would lose a second's sleep over the deaths of beings such as these. If any of the other Rangers had a problem with Beltran's actions, they too remained silent.

"Status on the lift?" Beltran asked, lowering his rifle and turning to Specialist Deklin Argos, Paladin's newest recruit and resident computers expert. The young Ranger was busy tapping on his heavily modified aftermarket datapad, which was plugged in to an I/O port near the lift's control panel.

"Thirty seconds," The young man replied, his tone somewhat distracted.

Not bothering to ask for a more detailed answer, Beltran gestured to the rest of the Team to congregate near the lift's opening. The experienced soldiers took this time to switch out their used magazines for fresh ones. True to his word, thirty seconds later the lift's doors opened and the team filed in. With a quick series of taps to his datapad, Deklin programmed the lift to move to the main level. He then quickly unplugged his equipment and half walked, half jumped through the lift's closing doors.

The ride was quiet as the Rangers silently divided into two groups and stacked up on either side of lift. The point man for each fire-team, Rarr and Doss respectively, readied a pair of stun grenades. Beltran would have much preferred to use thermal detonators, but there were obviously captives in the building. Beltran's rage at the slavers wouldn't stop him from trying to protect the innocents held here.

A few moments later, the lift stopped with a jolt and the doors opened. To the Rangers' dismay, rather than having arrived at the main levels, the lift seemed to have been stopped in between two floors. From the top most floor, Beltran had just enough time to see a group of, perhaps ten, armed Raiders with blaster rifles pointed at them.

"Everybody down!" He shouted, mere seconds before a barrage of blaster bolts tore into the lift. Both himself and Doss were quick enough to get down without being hit. Behind Doss, Lieutenant Mrawr flattened himself against the wall. The giant Togorian was too big to be able to make use of the scant cover the bottom third of the lift provided them. A pair of blaster bolts grazed the giant feline's armor as he levelled his rifle and began returning fire, and ricocheted into the Ranger behind him, dropping the man to the ground.

Coming up on his knees, Beltran activated his stun grenade and chucked it down the hall taking a shot to his shoulder plate in the process, the force of which spun him around and landed him face-down on the deck. The man behind him in line simply stepped over him and Beltran heard the tap tap tap of suppressed projectile fire. A split-second later, Beltran heard the sound of his stun grenade going off.

A second after that, the sound of projectiles and blaster fire both fell silent completely. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, Beltran saw the red fur of Mrawr as he crawled through the lift and onto the topmost floor. Doss was up and also climbing out of the lift, marksman rifle up to cover the Togorian. Looking around, Beltran saw Dek kneeling against the man who'd been hit by Mrawr's ricochets. He wasn't moving and Beltran quickly checked his suit's vital signs monitor.

"Leave him," Beltran said simply, pushing himself to his feet. "He's gone."

Beltran half expected the young Ranger to argue with him, but instead Deklin stood and followed the others out of the lift. In the end, Beltran would be the last to crawl out onto the floor. Stepping to the forefront of the unit, Beltran spoke calmly. "Wedge formation, on me."

A second later, the now eight man team began moving down the hallway in a wedge and with rifles raised. There were too many moving pieces to the operation for Team Paladin to lose it's momentum.

They had Raiders to kill and a Hutt to capture.

 

[Gir Quee]

Surprise-series Q-Carrier Alagriche Foodstuffs Seven, near Circumtore
Allies: Liram Angellus Ura Iolar Aveline Cuiléin


The Seven plowed through space in the company of half dozen civilian vessels trying their best to avoid the combat zone, skitting the periphery of the battle. For the most part, the group had been left alone - perhaps the Shell Hutts weren't interested in angering (potential) business partners, nor were the Silver Jedi Concord forces known for attacking innocent bystanders. The blonde man bided his time, waiting for some enemy reinforcements to show up, yet none had revealed themselves yet. The vessel's lanky captain cleared his throat.

"Looks like they're not holding any aces up their sleeves."

"Timing is sometimes a difficult thing to get just right," murmured Gir, "but sometimes, we have to take what opportunity presents itself."

"We are in their rear now," observed the man, "and quick launch with the catapults can get at least two of the squadrons into the midst of the fight in an instant."

"Assuming our own people don't attack them," said the man from Hast, turning to the ship's communication's officer, "transmit a message to the Liberation, informing them that we're friends, and that we'll be launching fighters shortly."

"Yes sir," acknowledged a bothan female.

Gir stared at his wrist chrono as he calculated the time needed for that message to disseminate throughout the Silver Jedi Concord forces to disseminate throughout the fleet before he'd have to worry about friendly fire incidents. A full two minutes passed, which he guessed was enough of time, assuming that there was some delay in it being relayed to the lowest echoleons in the battle - they tended to become chaotic even in the smallest of skirmishes.

"Scramble fighters," announced the admiral, "all interceptors will reinforce current Silver Jedi fighters engaged in the dogfight. Route all bombers to attack the frigate. Flec'tor, I trust that you can keep us safe?"

"Aye sir."

The man began to bark orders, activating the ship's more offensive systems. Aside from simple direct fire weapons, the Seven's Magnetoran Sweeps turned onto the enemy fleet, focusing on the heavier capital ships to degrade their ability to accurately target their Silver Jedi allies. Three dozen Eta Angel Interceptors jetted out of the ship's sides, hurled by catapult pressors to almost their max speed in an instant. Their engines flared brightly as their hurtled towards the ongoing dogfight. Larger and slower, the three dozen StarWing Bombers glided out of the carrier's frontal hangar bay before lazily banking towards the enemy frigate.

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

Tags: Ura Iolar Liram Angellus Gir Quee
Ship: A-Wing

” Navigator, stay firing distance out. We’ll bring them to you. Don’t be a hero.”

"Understood Silver Leader. Holding position." There would be no complaints from the Lieutenant Commander. He respected the chain of command, and had no ego in the game. The thrusters of the Navigator died down, and it floated forwards, carefully staying clear of the enemy's range.

Aveline got her instructions as well. While not as much the model professional as Roshan, her voice too chimed in across the comms with a "Copy, Silver Leader." Gonna make you proud, Kayla, Aveline thought to herself. Take Seven, Eight and Nine with you. Big gulp. Holy kark. Was she given responsibility to lead now? She wished she'd had Kayla Luspark on speed dial.

"You heard the boss. Follow my lead Silver Seven, Eight and Nine. We're on bait & protect duty" She tried to give her voice an air of authority and confidence. To her it sounded too soft. A moment later, she heard all three in time follow with their own "Copy Silver Two." Holy feth it worked. "Seven, you're on my wing. Eight and Nine, form a pair."

Doing as instructed she did a scan for palladium and melodium. More options than she would've liked popped up. Transfer targeting data to the rest... Go. Recalling how Kayla had fed her her data on Tol Amn, Aveline now sought to do the same. The dogfight was raging on. As the battle raged on however, she got the sense that they were slowly gaining an edge. Reinforcements were coming too.

Aveline's little strike quartet lit up any drifting fighters they could come across. Trimming the edge of the battle as it were. "Alright boys and girls, let's poke the hornets nest. Eight and Nine, hold off. Keep us clean until we reach the Navigator" Aveline and her X-Wing buddy Silver Seven made for where the figting seemed the hardest. They coordinated well and made sure to strafe at as many targets as they could, let everyone know they were there. Aveline actually dropped two herself, though already had a fire coming from one of its engines.

It did not take them long to grab the attention of a fair few fighters, more than they knew how to handle. As planned, the two broke off and made for a rapid escape. Aveline could've bolted in her A-Wing, but maintained speed with wingman. "Transfer shield power to the rear." She said out loud, just in case Seven had forgotten. They had enough heat to worry about. Though she tried to make herself a tricky target, her A-Wing took a solid hit. "Feth!" she cursed. Alarms were blaring, but so far she managed to maintain course. She wasn't dead yet, although she was getting flashbacks to Yverna.

Just when things were becoming dire, Eight and Nine swooped in, clearing what they could off their tails. One went down, and a few more broke off to deal with the new threats. They were heavily outnumbered, but so far Aveline's A-Wing was in the worst shape but they were all still in it. They had shifted the battle away from the main forces. In a drawn out fight, you'd have your money on the hostiles, until... The space around them lit up as the Navigator came into view, opening fire with its Flyswatter light AA guns and light missiles. Immediately the tide of this particular fight turned.

"Keep 'em boxed in. And don't let them hit that corvette!"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Name here (Optional)​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar ​

Tag: Subject 73 Red Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri Beltran Rarr​

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Feku the Hutt Broka the Hutt​

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The rush of fighting, the adrenaline, it was all fighting its way back to the surface, like the old days. He wasn’t that guy anymore and while Caltin had his faculties and was in full control, not necessarily like times past, but he still needed time to recoup. He was fine, but the feelings in his mind were that of those Hutt thugs he killed that day. The day that his friend Faraday’s clinic was destroyed and all of those people they killed. He wanted revenge that day, wanted it bad. He was going to either kill or be killed.

That little girl though, she saved his life, she seemed to do it every time he needed it. The image of her, not waving to him with a resplendent smile as she had always done in the past, the look on her face, running across the street. It all reminded the massive Jedi Master of the evil that he is capable of, that anyone was. He made absolutely no bones about his abilities or his choice of actions. He was a brawler, smashmouth tactics were his actions of choice, there was no grace to them, only strength. However he teetered on going too far, he always did.

When Desbre and Milya would finally catch up to him, he would be fine. The Rodian would be too afraid to move, but he would ultimately be okay too, waiting to be taken into custody. His comm-link was going off like mad, it was from one of the Hutt Republic, they were allies and meant to be assisting in the retaking of the ring. “Someone should update them on what is going on.” Slowly, he got up as allied forces arrested the Raider assassin.

With a sigh, Caltin looked at the “palace”, it was taking a beating, but Valco’s forces fought, not to retake ground, or fall back, they just… fought. This didn’t make any sense. He could hear the explosions off in the distance and the skyline behind the Starport flickering in a brilliant show of orange, yellow and red light. Plumes of smoke were the backdrop to this, only enhancing the “entertainment” further, looks like Omega Squad was busy again. Something about the Palace though.

Let’s get this Hutt. We’re going around back… call it a gut feeling.

They were diverting attention so she could either escape or go with a contingency plan. There was no other logical explanation for what was going on. With a nod, he cracked his neck.

Fantastic job so far. I must apologize for my actions. I should have set a better example for both of you.

He meant what he said, but would not dwell on what happened. It was time, and necessary to move forward, they didn’t have time to do otherwise. Only this time they would be going through to the back of the Palace, looking for some kind of side exit. Caltin also looked for any other Jedi on the ground, he knew that there were some… he could feel the presence of at least one other Master… Sakadi…

~”We’re going after Valco, we’re in front of the palace. You need help?”~

He didn’t think that she would, but it was always good to make sure.

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Jyoti Nooran]

Objective: BYOO - Bring Child Traffickers to Justice, Infiltration

The thugs tried putting up a tough face to the Sephi Jedi now knocking on their door, but on the inside it was chaos. There was rarely just one Jedi that showed up - already the gang was hearing of additional activity across the ring. The operation was over, now the aim was to stall to get out of being killed or jailed.

The later option was definitely a no-go - traffickers rarely fared well in incarnation, their crimes heinous even among other convicts.

The Trandoshan Smaug was one such trafficker who wasn't even about to put up a fight. He had fled his home system after seeing first hand what the Jedi did to slavers. He thought he was safe in Wild Space to continue his flesh tradiing, but now that bubble had just been burst.

"Frakk these frakking Jedi, always in my chit," he muttered under his breath as he unlocked the makeshift vault. "Bryn gonna kill everyone anyway...have it all frakkers."

If there was a small consolation, the distraction allowed him to bolt with some of the gang's treasures, maybe snag a few kids on his way out to make a few extra credits. The traffickers were never in want of clients.

Growling turned into a nervous chuckle as he considered his options on living free.

His nostrils flared as he picked up a familiar scent...wroshyr wood. He stiffened, knowing full well that the Silver Jedi still called Kashyyyk home.

Chit...

It was the last thought he had before his vision went completely white from a crushing blow to the temple, then flickered to black in unconsciousness.

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It had been easy enough for the Jedi Shadow to slip in unnoticed, using one of the vents as her entry point. However, the Echani encountered difficulties within, as the entire facility went into lockdown. A code cylinder was now required to unlock each sector now, the interior flashing red. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be too much trouble to slice into the security systems, but she was on a time crunch. The quickest way was to simply take a cylinder for herself.

She zeroed in on Trandoshan isolated from the rest of the traffickers now prowling the halls, dispatching him with a roundhouse kick to the skull. It wasn't the most stealthy technique at the Shadow's disposal, but it was definitely the most satisfying. As he collapsed to the ground, a little silver code cylinder rolled out of his hand, the very same used to unlock some kind of vault. Beyond the cracked door, the interior glittered from piles of credits and other precious metals.

Blood money.

She chucked the Transdoshan into the vault with a telekinetic push, closing the vault door behind him. The thug could die suffocating with his money.

Code cylinder in hand, she returned to the shadows before anyone was the wiser.

Keep them occupied, Sinvala. Almost there.

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Desbre Gensan]

Location: Alleyway​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Milya Vondar |​

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Spoiler: Music: The Rising Tide

Des made her way into the alleyway, saber still lit. She gave it a quick spin then closed it down but did not put it back on her belt. Not with all the engagements going on around them. Looking to the terrified Rodian then back to Caltin, she raised her right hand toward him, splaying out three fingers. "Sleep," she commanded. At the same time, touching on the Force, she created a sensation of drowsiness. It was an overwhelming need to sleep. She focused on the concept, the urge, tiredness, exhaustion, as much of those feelings as she could conjure. She intensified and weaponized them into a single tele-empathic package, and pressed it against and into his psyche backed by the might of the Force.

He was unconscious before he hit the ground, hit with the psychic equivalent of a battering ram. Des blinked in surprise. She hadn't quite expected that to work. She'd read up on the technique, and with years of telepathic and empathic practice under her belt, it had been something to try. She wondered if she over-did it a bit but a snore came rolling from where the Rodian lay. His idiot systems hadn't shut down. He was just out cold. Probably needed it after the fright Caltin had given him anyway.

"I don't know what comm channel they're on," she said as she recovered from her surprise. She glanced at Milya trailing behind her. "Do you?"

As he decided to try to head off the Hutt and thwart their plan, Des nodded. "Agreed," she said. His assessment seemed accurate. Stretching out her senses, she focused in the direction of the palace. She wove a sort of sensory net, touching on anything big enough to pose a threat, whether man, animal, or machine. Around the palace, the Force was boiling but not so much as it would be were Jedi tangling with dark-siders. Still, any battle created its own turmoil. Deception flowed from farther away, along with irritation and nervous energy. Thoughts of escape and revenge came to her. As she focused more on that she could almost see the Hutt and a small entourage with them. Letting it go, she let her mind return to its present location.

"I think you're right. It feels like there's some sort of tunnel system back there. We don't have much time," she said.

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[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Objective: Apprehend child traffickers and apprehend Valco's right hand (Objective C: BYOO)
Location: Circumtore's surface, 'abandoned' power plant
Writing with: Jyoti Nooran Caltin Vanagor

The Jedi Master tilted her head to the side. Affecting the mind of a Hutt was difficult, even for Jedi Masters. But with her experience reaching out to the Hutt would be no issue.

"Greetings, Lomu. I'm glad you finally decided to show yourself." Her tone was calm, composed and almost aloof. Needless to say, the Shell Hutt had not expected the voice to creep into his mind. His mask was meant to hide his emotions and expression, but it wasn't difficult to sense the incertitude and disdain that housed within. She considered that to be a good thing. Despite his preparations, chances were high that the Shell Hutt underestimated the frail-looking Jedi Master.

"<Cut to the chase, Jedi. I have a business to run, and you're wasting my time.>" The Sephi's brow furrowed in response.

"And what might that business be? Trafficking, perhaps?"

The Shell Hutt snorted. "Circumtore is not in Silver space, Master Jedi. You have no authority here."

"Perhaps not." She admitted, her lilac eyes shifting to the two IG-droids. "But we know of your exploits on Zeltros, Umbara, Commenor... All of your facilities are being raided by Antarian rangers as we speak. You are a wanted man in Silver Space, Lomu. All we have to do is drag you to the border."

Her comment was met by a deep, bouldering laugh. "I encourage you to try it." One of the IG-droids forced its prisoner on his knees, threatening to shoot on the Shell Hutt's command.

"Aril, Mellion, Aldralith... Be ready." She wouldn't be able to keep the Shell Hutt distracted for much longer without resorting to violence. If a battle was going to ensue, the safety of the two children would be her priority. But she couldn't ensure their safety without the help of her team.

To her surprise, that wouldn't be the only contact she made. She felt the gentle ripple move through the Force. It carried a message for her, one from a Master she knew by name and face, but hadn't actually spoken with yet. "We're fine, don't worry about us. View's lovely here, and I think Lomu and I are close to a breakthrough." Her hand hovered above her lightsaber as she responded to the message from miles away. "Just make sure you get Valco, and no one gets hurt. I have faith in you, Master Vanagor."

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!

LOCATION: Open Space over Circumtore
LOCAL TIME: Oh who the frell cares
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Be a damn anchor
WINGMATES: Ura Iolar Aveline Cuiléin Gir Quee



The dogfight was beginning to wind down, the Navigator was doing her job of holding off many of the attackers towards Silver Squadron. “The Liberation” was notified in advance that “Foodstuffs Seven” was really Admiral Quee’s flagship for this mission. The frequency changes and alterations allowed for the fighters, that were launched to identify as “friendlies” to the Silvers. This was important because Voodoo squadrons five and six were ready to intercept initially.

The rest of the squadrons in the fight all teamed up and covered each other. Be it X-wings covering Starwing bombers, Eta Interceptors covering Silvers, and vice versa. Slowly but surely the Silver fighters, no matter what ship they came from took down the Kestolar Raider fighters and began focusing on the frigates and corvettes.

Liram ordered an extra cover for the RazorTail as why the pilot, “Sandy” as he called her in his head was holding her own but needed to get repairs done.

”Other Silver 2, get to the carrier “Liberation” for repairs. You’ve done all you can out here.”

Then suddenly a ship that looked to be based on a vessel from the fabled “Clone Wars” and frankly as beat up as it was looked just as old dropped out of hyperspace and began firing blindly. It could have been one of the Silver’s ships, but her drop out of hyperspace slammed into the tower of “The Liberation” and while badly damaged, almost irreparably was maneuvering for a suicide ram. Liram freaked out at what he saw, the carrier was hit hard and being fired on.

” Mayday! Mayday! Emergency code zero! Voodoo Wing! Emergency code zero! ‘Lib’s’ in trouble!”

Code Zero was the base term for all available fighters not engaged in combat to return to base and defend. This was not necessarily standard “Silver” code, but it was Liram’s, and the pilots in his wing seemed receptive to it. Though two of the heavy fighter wings were in attack position and engaging what looked to be the pirate ship, concussion missiles were already slamming into the bridge of the Silver carrier.

“All Voodoo squadron! Move to the maximum distance, Captain has ordered tactical ram!” The con officer called out frantically as the carrier dove and her starboard side sliced into and tore the main fuselage of the pirate ship to shreds. The carrier was wounded, but mobile, the pirate ship was as well and spooled up for a hyperspace jump again however the damage would prove to be too terrible as the reactors were overloading and she went up in flames.

” Blow these frakkers outta the sky! Voodoo Wing! Repeat all Voodoo Wing! Engage remaining Kestolar ships, Silver Squadron, blow’em away!”

The con officer for “The Liberation” called Liram directly, which only meant one thing. There was trouble.

“Commander, you need to get here as soon as you can, sir.”

” En route. Silver two, keep the pressure.”
Banking hard, the CAG throttled ahead for the carrier, the Silver numbers were heavier with the combined might of “Lib” and “Food Stuffs seven” fighters. The carrier herself was firing on the small frigates and corvettes causing even more problems for the Raiders. For as bad a hit as “The Liberation” took, she was holding up well, and that was something, but there was more than he needed to address, whatever it was.

” Liberation, Voodoo-1 requesting permission to land.”

“Copy. You're clear to land. Runway 2-Lima.”

” Roger, 2-Lima. Coming in now.

“Hold for the lock. Stand by.”

Flying in fast and setting down in the hangar bay, Liram landed successfully.

“Good locks. We'll take it from here.”

” Charlie, Delta, copy.”

Shutting down his systems, as “Radio” is working feverishly, judging by the noises he is making, Liram flipped his comm-link switch.”

” Voodoo -1 to Retribution, what the hell happened, Rotag?”[/B]

“coughs Multiple casualties from the crash maneuver, sir. I need a stretcher over here! Commander Angellus, we need you up here, right away. Bridge out.”[/B]

The "Clamp 2 Failure" is shown in the HUD at the left. Then the thing breaks Angellus' X-wing window door.

” What the frell, Gibs? Get me outta here!”

“Trying, 1-2, lines are snagged. Alright, you should have air now, Commander.”

” Check.

An older woman, looking to be battle-worn but just as commanding pried open the shield with an exhausted grin.

“We gotcha, sir.”

The "Canopy Malfunction" is shown in the HUD at the left. Gibs offered help to Liram to get his X-wing out.

“Damn good to see you, Commander Angellus. Kloos, help him out. Get that jack to a service bay, pronto.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

The younger, more awkward Petty Officer came over and offered Angellus a hand.

“Got an overdose of trouble here, sir.”

” Indeed.”

Liram wanted to make his normal “Man, nothing gets by YOU, huh?” response to a question like that, but now was not the time for it. Getting to the lift, he rode it up, still, in full flight suit and gear, the main level was in shambles, decompression suppressors were in place to keep anyone from being sucked out or experiencing the void. The cafeteria was a makeshift hospital, lined with casualties, corpsman were overwhelmed, but all sickbays were working overtime.

Ticked off, the pilot made his way over, around, under, and through obstacles to finally get to the bridge doors. Using his command code on the keypad and entering, he saw the bridge to be much worse, half of it was on fire, there was a body bag being carried out. All he could do was look around in complete shock. He was not a fan of many of the people here, but he got along with them just fine, and to see so many lost… it was disheartening.

Rotag was doing his best to coordinate, but the young Lieutenant Commander was in over his head. He was busy ordering fires put out and didn’t hear the door open, or the Purser call “Officer on the bridge”.

” Rotag, what the frell man?! Where’s the Captain?”

The kid was exhausted as he took a deep breath and just pointed. “Right there, sir.” Liram looked at the body bag, the one he didn’t really notice before, that was being carried out. The Captain was dead?

” So, where’s the XO?

The Purser, “Yeo” as she’s called, was kneeling next to the fallen body of the very woman he was asking about.

“I’m afraid we’ve lost her too, sir.”

Looking around a little confused, he wondered VERY aloud.

” So who’s in charge?”

His eyes are that of shock, almost of fear of what is about to come.

“I’m afraid, as the ranking officer on board… you are, sir.”

His history suggested that Angellus should have freaked out and did his best to get out of it, but something activated in him as if a switch flipped. It was almost like he knew exactly what to do and what to expect. Almost like he was born for this. Grabbing an extinguisher, the Commander not only put out one of the fires but was barking out orders.

” Con/sensors - We still spinning?’

“Yes sir.”

” Start feeding real-time updates to all Silver fighters, Voodoo Wing, Silver Squadron, and Admiral Quee’s carrier.”

Walking to the next fire as the confusion quickly started to change to symmetry.

” Drop Officer, coordinate with Engineering, get us mobile. Tactical, the second we get in big gun range of those Raiders, fire at will.”

“Yes sir. Rules of Engagement?”

” Light’em up. Comm officer, contact ‘Food Stuffs Seven’ and inform the Admiral of our situation and that we’re still engaging.”

“Yes sir.”

” Let’s show these bastards we’re not out of this fight.”