Civil Disobedience | First Order Dominion of Neo-Polis Hex

[Zef Halo]

Her swift 180 degrees change of attitude was clear even to the blind. Cold air emanated from her forcing Zef to raise the pistol slightly higher once more. The way the girl talked reminded him more of a machine than a human being. He gave her a frown darkening his face before replying:

"Then we're rowing the same boat, girl. You will just die stuck here. Might as well start rowing." He shook the pistol at her direction to start moving.

Zef stepped back away from her as she moved into the corridor, his focus engulfed by the younger woman. Something beneath the layers of flesh hid something hideous. He limped after her, the grip on his blaster still tight but his energy reserves quickly depleting. The idea of blasting the girl in the back crossed his mind a few times, he's a scoundrel after all. Others in his line of work wouldn't have hesistated but Zef was different. Malice opposed his nature.

"Of course they won't put emergency fire systems on this fethin' rock." The scoundrel grumbled before looking around the dead corridor. A familar starship locker caught his inquisitive look and the trigger was pulled with no warning. The thin steel door of the locker slammed open as its lock was blasted to dust from the blaster. Emergency items came down. Medkit, space suits and a few plasma torches.

Corellian's luck.

"Suits ain't got cords, nor mag boots. If you can't spacewalk, I'd suggest you start digging your grave here." Cost cutting was a schutta. The smuggler's pistol gestured to the girl to start putting that suit on first.

[member="Ilya Cardonne"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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| Objective 1 |​

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Edge of Alexander Square | Halcyon, the Capital​

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That elicited a soft chuckle from the mechanic/pilot turned freedom fighter. "Might as well be for all we know. Care to take a peek?" He paused, lowering the container to the curb, hand resting on one of the latches. Just as he was about to crack the container open, he heard a shuffle behind him. Atlas removed his hand from the latch, eyebrow raised as he stood up from his bent posture. A voice accosted the pair of compatriots, and as Atlas saw whom it was he felt a tightening in his chest. Here they were, a stormtrooper of the First Order addressing them - just in the middle of what under direct scrutiny might be quite incriminating. Atlas shot a wary glance over towards Petra before turning towards the new arrival. As he appraised the soldier standing before them, Atlas became painfully aware of the sidearm beneath his arm. *Don't overreact - just act natural.* he thought to himself.

"Off limits? We followed those directions correctly right? 800 block, 832 right?" He looked to Petra to confirm. "We're just making deliveries, we'll be out of here in a minute. Gotta pay the bills, ya know?"

Looking to the open rear of the lorry, he tipped his head. "We've only got the one left, do us a solid yeah? We'll be gone before you know it." Hand rose, waving Petra over to help him with the remaining container. His heart was beating quickly despite his demeanor of calm. How Petra would handle the sudden intensity of the situation, he hoped well.

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[member="Chubs"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"]​

 

[Sogash]

Objective 1: Trouble in Paradise​

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Enemies: [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]​

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Competition: [member="Chubs"] | [member="Kael Garick"]​

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Neo Polis had been a goldmine of targets. This world had been a treasure in its instability and desperation. The authorities issued bounties on every terrorist killed. Helmet cam footage of massacres of demonstrators and armed insurrectionists alike had ensured a fat wallet for the Trandoshan hunter. He'd always made sure to pick his targets well, too many and the Authorities might actually win and that would be bad for business.

The First Order's intervention had been unwelcome, Sogash's 'happy times' may be coming to an end as the Imperials opposed their order upon the chaotic world and he would have to find new prowling grounds.

Briefly, the Hunter considered checking to see in the First Order had any bounties placed upon them but logic overrode that line of thought. Making an enemy of the First Order without an exit plan could be a fatal mistake. Instead the Hunter decided cooperation would be the approach.

Within the capital of Halcyon, the Hunter stalked. He was certain that the Stormtroopers would approach him at some point, an armed Trandoshan walking the streets would no doubt look suspicious even coming back from his most recent cash in from the authorities. The reptilian being braced himself for questions, possibly interrogations if they were particularly xenophobic. That would be a waste of time, Sogash wanted one last hunt before time ran out...

 

[Natasi Fortan]

| Objective 1 |

Edge of Alexander Square | Halcyon, the Capital

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Petra squinted at the Stormtrooper as if she couldn't understand, canting her head forward and to the left, exposing her right ear as if it would help her. "Eh?" she called. She frowned and half-turned towards [member="Atlas Viridian"]. "Pardon? Qu'a-t-il dit?" she asked in a passable rendition of posh Coruscanti. She glanced at the stormtrooper briefly, eyes flashing with irritable confusion before turning her attention back to Viridian. "Que veut-il? N'avons-nous pas assez de mal à réussir notre livraison sans que ce miniscule petite homme ne prenne le pas?"

She didn't have a plan, exactly, but she hoped that by being a handful of irritable foreign woman, the stormtrooper might take pity on her partner -- Atlas -- and let them pass without further ado. She tried to adopt an apologetic look at Atlas as she continued to upbraid him. "Allons-nous rester ici toute la journée à tenir cette boîte stupide? Semble-t-il que je n'ai rien de mieux à faire?" She grimaced and made as if she was about to drop the box.

Please, God, don't let it contain weapons, in case we have to go through with it.

"Pour l'amour de tout ce qui est bon et vert sur cette planète, ce qui n'est pas beaucoup, passons à l'action. Dites à ce soldat que je n'ai pas le temps de faire de petits jeux stupides!"

[member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Sogash"] | [member="Chubs"] | [member="Kael Garick"]​

 

[Doran Ren]

Objective 1, Find and Eliminate key Polis resistance members as well as stop cargo shipments / allies: All first order personal, [member="Konstantin Makarev"] / enemies: All [member="Petra Vitalis"] [member="Atlas Viridian"]

Doran's eyes scanned the ground as he stood atop his Tie/VN, hovering several feet above a building overlooking an empty street in the usually crowded city of Halycon. Doran smirked as he eyed a group of trucks turning around the street. He typed a series of commands into his gauntlet as his ship lowered to land on the top of the building. Doran lept from the top of the Tie and activated the comm in his helmet. "This is Doran Ren, I have found the resistance cargo convoy. I am moving to pursue but I request any assistance I can get. Over and out." ​The slender man ran across the rooftops and trailed the group of trucks. They weren't visibly armed but Doran could sense that the resistance was moving them with haste.

Eventually the trucks came to a slow halt in a parking lot and began to exit their vehicles. Doran perched on the edge of the tall building and watched as two people exited the vehicle and began unloading crates. A male and a female, Doran smirked and removed his hood "What a lovely couple they are." ​He pulled of his mask so he could see better and attached it to his belt. The tall knight of Ren stood up and jumped from the top of the building muttering "Hate to interrupt them." ​After a brief fall his boots collided with the ground and he peered at the two now stopped by a stormtrooper and a Trandoshan. He slipped his saber of his belt and smiled at the resistance members through the cars window. Gesturing to the trooper Andy the bounty hunter "These ones here might be clueless, but I know exactly who you are."

 

[Chubs]

Allies: @Kael Garrick
Possible Allies: [member="Sogash"]
Obstruction: [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]
Objective: Hold the checkpoint.

"Look, s-sir." The stormtrooper stammered out, "Look, I don't wanna be here, no one wants to be here, but I have a job to do." Chubs asserted. He was finding his voice, somewhat now. "A-and if I don't do my job, and some terrorist goes, a-a-and blows your goddamn head off, I-I-I'm gonna be executed." He added, gulping a little, "Now, if you-!" The female of the duo began talking to him, and from his helmet, the trooper squinted, trying to make sense of the rushed words he raised his rifle, a little. Thinking he'd been affronted, or insulted.

"What did she just say?" He asked, his voice turning from adorable bumpkin to snarl, "Did she just cuss me out or somethin'?" He growled. He watched her, "You just watch what you're saying darlin'." Chubs simmered, he then turned to the man, "Load up your damn crates, and get your asses outta here. That's an order." The stormtrooper barked, "You don't do that, I'm gonna have to have you two arrested, and taken away, a'ight?" He then moved to the front of the vehicle, and opened the cab, looking for some kind of registration or identifying documents, when he spotted it. He froze, as he saw the gargantuan trandoshan walking down the street. "Poodoo." Chubs cursed, before scrambling away, he moved around the truck, and faced the reptile.

"Sir, this is a restricted area." The stormtrooper informed him, "The kind folks over here, are just packing their things up and leavin', for your safety, I suggest you get your pretty little behind moving on." Chubs barked. The stormtrooper hadn't even noticed the trandoshans weaponry, until now, and then it dawned on him that he in fact may be an insurgent. Eyes growing wide, Chubs stood his ground, and moved his rifle up his chest, should this gent attempt something or another.

 

[LT-137]

With the deployed elements of the Golden Company going about their work, ensuring that no stone went unturned and that every shadow was probed by a spearing cone of light, Khonsu was the last to disembark from the shuttle. His service rifle hung loosely at his side, as his swivelling gaze swept through the wreckage - picking out the details that his men had previously unveiled. He had come to the same assumption as his subordinates when they had finished their initial sweep and knew that the only path that awaited them would take them down and deeper into the facility. He also shared his comrade’s unease but elected not to give voice to his apprehension. Instead, the Tribune carried himself slowly towards the broken portal that would permit them entry and kept his gaze fixated on the shadows. One could never trust the darkened alcoves on a sundered station, as all manner of creatures could lurk within their embrace.

His path forward had continued uninterrupted, until the firm press of a taloned gauntlet had halted him midstride. With his helmet shrouded eyes turning towards the splayed fingers that encapsulated his golden pauldron, Khonsu cocked a quizzical brow. It wasn’t what Novax had said that caused him to react in such a peculiar manner, it was the method in which he had saw fit to draw his attention. A part of him wanted to chastise the man for touching him, but as the fingers slipped from his shoulder-plate, the Mercenary felt his tension wash away in kind. “Proceeding with caution would be an understatement at this point,” Khonsu spoke, allowing his voice to be mechanically distorted by his suit’s integrated systems. “As whatever had the power to cause such destruction to the entire station deserves us at our best.”

Not knowing what to say as his fellow Mercenary spoke of feeling their metaphysical power, Khonsu merely shook his head. He had little patience for the mysticism that came with those cursed by the burden of their connection to the Force. His people suffered under those that claimed mastery over those arts, and while he had spent many a restless night educating himself on their religious tenets - it was only so he would better understand those he was hired to destroy. So, whilst his companion had allowed his curiosity to get the better of him, no doubt drawing his gaze to where he felt the presence of their prey, the Thyrsian Tribune turned his gaze towards the portal before them and activated his suit’s external floodlights. Twinned spears of illumination bathed the path before them, and the broken facility that laid beyond the shattered doorway.

“Follow me,” He stated, before crossing the threshold with his rifle raised. “Check your corners, and clear every room you come across. I don’t want anything to take us unawares.”

| [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Novax"] |​

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

He wasn’t going to make it. Not unseen, at least. There were far too many friendlies in the area and possible suspects for his liking. They shuffled through the square, carrying on with their duties and either waving through - or inspecting any vehicles that dared to venture into the vicinity. This complicated things. How exactly was he supposed to get to the other side of the damned square if there were too many eyes to spot, and track his path? He needed to think and figure something out. Quickly.

That was when it hit him. He had seen it out of the corner of his eye before he had moved onto another hab-block in the vain attempt to make up for lost time. There was an idling vehicle on the street not far from where he hid, and from what he saw the box was covered - the perfect place for him to take refuge as they made their way through the Square. Well, that was if they intended to proceed through the various checkpoints and in the direction he was heading. That was an uncertainty that he was willing to chance. He’d make good time, and might even make it to where he was supposed to be before the mission timer expired.

Slipping his rifle into the holster lashed to his belt and locking the weapon in place, Kael pushed off the grime covered street; dashing back towards the filth-crusted corridor that would lead him to where he’d want to be. After several moments of silent running, the Commando had found himself faced with yet another obstacle. This time, it wasn’t the ticking chrono. This time, it was a single soldier clad in the alabaster warplate of the Stormtrooper Corps passing in front of the alley’s egress and vanishing behind the truck. Thankfully, the man’s gaze was transfixed elsewhere, which allowed Kael to make his approach unseen.

The Commando stopped as his armoured form reached the edge of the building, as he heard the voices rising from behind the truck. From what he could tell, there were three bodies at the rear of the vehicle. Two were unknowns, with one of them speaking an unfamiliar language - one of the many that Kael never bothered to study. Then, there was the voice that was augmented by his armour, which doubtlessly belonged to the Stormtrooper. He sounded young. Poor kid must’ve been fresh out of boot-camp, and stuck with one of the least exciting tasks in the military.

Shaking the unwelcome thought from his mind, the Operative risked taking a quick look at the street to see where these people stood and determine if they would see him in return. He saw the barest flicker of elegant clothing peeking out from behind the vehicle from one direction, and the hulking figure of a Trandoshan bearing down on their position from the opposite side. This would make things interesting, Kael mused. As the door to the cab creaked open, and the Commando had seen the top of a white helmet crest over the windowsill from the passenger’s side, he knew that his chance to make a move was coming, and fast.

All that he needed to do was wait until something had distracted the Xenos Hunter.

As if the Gods above had been reading his mind, the Stormtrooper pulled himself out of the vehicle’s cab and moved to intercept the Trandoshan. Without allowing hesitation to stall his movements, Kael sprung into action and rolled underneath the vehicle as silently as his gear would allow. As he came to lie on his back, with his hands outstretched and ready to activate the magnetic grips in the palm of his hands, the man forced himself to become utterly still - waiting to hear if any cries of alarm were raised and if someone had been made aware of his stealthy transgression.

| [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Sogash"] | [member="Chubs"] |​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

"You know," said Clémence to her aide, the man who carried her necessities and served as a general catch-all: conversation partner, makeup artist, hairdresser, valet, driver, barista, adviser. They were off in a corner together at a swank Polisian diplomatic function, in her official capacity as the Foreign Secretary ready to offer aid and assistance to the Polisians."This mission came straight from the Grand Moff herself. Get them on board, she said, without killing anyone. She had a face like she'd been stabbed in the groin and kept muttering something about Ketal. Does anyone know what actually happened there? Whatever it is, she's not telling. Poor thing hasn't been well," she confided in her aid, a tall and rather bulge-eyed fellow named Todd, in a voice conveying genuine concern masked with guilt.

"Well," said Todd, one word conveying a mixture of sympathy and judgment.

"Anyway. Would you go over to the bar and get us two glasses of champagne?"

"Two?" Todd looked taken aback.

Clémence smiled uncomfortably. "One for you. One for me."

"For me?" Todd echoed. He was not often asked to join the Foreign Secretary for food or drink. In fact, he couldn't remember a single time he had been so invited. She'd eaten next to Todd, but never with Todd.

"Yes. Of course. Now, please," said Clémence, gesturing towards the bar. She glanced at her wristwatch as the man scurried away to the bar across the room, gestured with two fingers, and pointed at the champagne. She smirked inwardly as he seemed to insist on seeing the vintage, then made a gesture as if to indicate it would suffice, but only just. She rolled her eyes and brushed a few strands of black hair away from her face and forced a smile when he brought back two glasses. "Cheers," she murmured, touching her glass to his, then she watched him intently.

"Aren't you going to drink?" he asked.

"After you," she replied. "I insist." She raised her eyebrows and watched as he lifted the flute to his lips and took a swig, then pulled a face. Relax, she told herself. He probably likes a fruity cocktail instead of this. Just because it tastes bad to him doesn't mean it's poison. Oh God, why didn't I choose a grown man for this job instead of a fourteen-year-old girl in a twelve-year-old boy's body? "Good?" she asked after a few moments had passed and he didn't drop dead in front of her.

"So sour," he muttered.

"Trade me," said Clémence, holding out her flute.

"Why?" asked Todd.

"Just take a sip."

"Why?" he asked again.

"Can you just karking take a sip?" Clémence asked. When he took the flute but made no move to drink from it, she glared at him. "Damn it, Todd," she muttered. "Listen." She leaned closer and whispered into his ear: "We had an urgent communique from the Security Bureau that there may be an assassination attempt made on one of the dignitaries here. I just want to be sure that it didn't get mixed up into my -- our glasses."

He looked horrified and hissed back: "By making me taste it?" She canted her head to one side. "Why couldn't we just go without champagne?"

Clémence looked at Todd as if he had grown a second head. "Go without?" she echoed dubiously, then shook her head as if she couldn't understand the point. "Well, fine, drink it or don't drink it. I'll just take this one." She took his glass and made a display of wiping his lip-print off with the cocktail napkin before taking a gulp. "Not bad, I guess, for Polis." She turned her attention back to the main party, ignoring Todd, who was gaping at her, not quite able to comprehend how dispensable he was to her.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective: 3
Location: Lua Major Mining Station.
Post: 4
Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"]

Ilya frowned at his words. She hadn't anticipated that the moon was small enough that they'd drift away without the artificial gravity of the station. That was... Concerning, to say the least. Her face impassive, she weighed her options, before facing the man. "I don't see any other choice. I will do my best not to drift away." While she let the man take care of his wounds and supplies, she dressed in the smaller of the two suits, struggling with the various zips, straps and ties of the complex garment. Finally, she had the rough, synthetic material fitted snugly around her. She pulled the helmet over her head, the reflective visor obscuring her youthful features. If the man could see her, he might have noticed the flicker of nervousness that showed on her face when she looked into the barren moonscape outside. She grimaced as the suit pressurized, her skin crawling at the sensation of her ears popping.

Shuffling into the airlock, she kept her eyes forward as the air hissed out of the chamber, the pressures equalising with the vacuum outside. A moment later, the heavy door retracted, a crack of light opening in the centre and widening to form their exit. Ilya did her best not to show her discomfort, but the idea of going out there, loose and without a tether, was frankly nauseating.

She spoke to the man standing beside her, her voice distorted slightly through the mic in the EVA suit. "We should stick as close to the Station as possible." She paused for a moment, unsure. "And... You ought to go first."

 

[Zef Halo]

Zef grumbled underneath his breath as he patched up the best way his meager skills allowed him to. A long needled injection of stimpack followed and the smuggler's eyes blazed with energy. The boost of energy mixed with his experience of donning space suits had him in the suit in two minutes, just a moment after the girl. He gave her an inspective glance as the massive airlock slid open depressurizing everything around them turning weight into history.

He was a spacer by nature, the blackness of it was his home, more or less but even then the thought of losing yourself in the infinite void gave his heart a higher pace. Yet, it was that or dying on this fethin' rock.

The smuggler glared at her for a good moment before he rumbled: "Fine."

"I see the airlock from here. Move as soft as a feather, slow as a bantha and you might reach the other side with me. You do something stupid and it's not the barrel of the gun you're going to meet but the abyss of space, kid." The threat stated more as a matter of fact rather than anything else. "Never go stupid on a spacewalk."

Zef lunged himself softly from the platform and the drift commenced. Weightless, his body floated towards the trajectory he had set his body towards.

Little did they know that the airlock they headed to was jammed from the outside.

[member="Ilya Cardonne"]

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective: 3
Location: Lua Major Mining Station.
Post: 5
Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"]

Ilya watched carefully as her Spacer compatriot launched gently from the platform above the lunar surface. She would have to push off at the perfect heading, lined up with the airlock on the other side. She would have to launch fast enough to get there efficiently, but not so fast she would miss a handhold and bounce off. It was a delicate process. One she wasn't looking to mess up.

After a moment's hesitation, she too took off, her stomach dropping as she left the security of the structure, now drifting across the abyss. By the look of it, she was about 20m above the surface of the moon, and more than 100m from the airlock on the other side. Her flight was slow and peaceful, but her breath were shallow and quick. Her heart hammered in her chest as she inched her way closer and closer to the other side. Her breath misted the glass of her helmet, and the sound of her own breathing was the only noise in the voice, her earpiece picking up no chatter from the small form of the man ahead.

As she closed the final few metres, she didn't see if he'd made it okay. She was suddenly distracted by a problem that was much, much worse. She'd misjudged, her trajectory was off and the distance between her and her target was steadily increasing. She was going to miss the entrance, go right over the top. She clenched her fists, focusing her mind, when she passed by the door, her fingers scrabbled for the edge, but fell just too short to get a grip. Ilya fought the urge to panic, and instead immersed herself in her power, allowing it to sharpen her mind.

She spotted a cable, strapped down flush against the surface of the corridor she was just too far away from to reach. She focused on it, sticking a gloved hand out ahead of her, pulling with all of her mental focus, channeling her connection to the Force. The cable came loose right as she passed over, and she grabbed it as a drowning man does a piece of flotsam. She held on tight, bracing herself as the cable swung her in a wide arc, slamming her body against the metal. Waiting a moment to catch her breath, she made her way around to the airlock, using bits and bobs sticking off the structure to boulder her way around. Finally, she arrived, puffing and wheezing, at the airlock door.

 

[Sogash]

Objective 1: Trouble in Paradise​

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Enemies: [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]​

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Competition: [member="Kael Garick"] | [member="Chubs"] | [member="Doran Ren"]​

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Sogash froze up, growling with displeasure beneath his breath as a Stormtrooper approached him. As a token of good will, the Trandoshan attempted to smile at the man. It was a horrid, bare toothed smile which could look more like a monstrous snarl to those unfamiliar with his race. He smelt of fear and youth. The boy was relatively untested.

"This was my hunting ground," the Trandoshan hissed in basic, waving his rifle in one hand. "Many prizes come here, they ripe for killings. They make for good score. Neo-Polis rewards well. I am not finished yet. Let me hunt, Imperial," Sogash's reptilian tongue flickered between his teeth, tasting the air for the traces of blaster scorch, a sure way to find insurgents during blaster practice which had become the man's habit.

"Let me hunt..." Sogrash growled again.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Post 2
Objective 3: Lua Major Mining Station
Toadying about the Station, whilst-
Hunting the Rogue Force User

How exactly Rae made her way into the station without alerting the crew was of little importance. Simple Force tricks and guile laced nonsense enabled her to not only traverse the pathways from the hangers into the series of damaged corridors but to gain purchase tracking forward within a series of maintenance shafts that would be ill suited for travel without special garb. By her shadow cloaked eyes even she would admit to being completely lost. Thankfully her training and guiding light in the murk that was the Force gave her enough of an inclination to proceed this way or that, ever deeper to what was hopefully the source of this station’s trauma. At a few intervals the Ren stumbled upon a dead-end or locked hatch, which was always wantonly dealt with by either ripping off panels or cutting a hole through. From her assessment the station was beyond refurbishment anyway, so what was a few more compromises to structural integrity.

Near the source of some sort of spiritual ripple the lithe fighter was forced to crawl through some ducts as she approached. Perhaps this was the enemy that needed to be dispatched. Unfortunately, the vents constricted to make further shimmying impossible. Annoyed that the element of surprise would be lost as she started to making a squirming racket, Rae produced a red metal adjustable spanner that she liked to use for stripping rivets or nails when out on the field. Strength or not, an unnecessary splattering of bruises wasn't high on her list of preferences. Whining bars and bolts bent, then fell to the deck with a clatter as the grate crashed —followed by this particular cultist clumsily landing upon her knees and hands due to the cramped opening in the ceiling. Looking about quickly she realized her placement was on one end of a hallway intersection. Extrasensory perception enabled her to make out the bristling chorus of weapons being leveled and ready. Wait. Multiple persons? That wasn't in the report.

Looking to seize the initiative she leapt into a sprint for the intersection, drawing her lightsaber but not igniting it until she could confirm a visual with the enemy. As she wheeled around the corner at breakneck pace she had to skid to a shocked halt -her combat boots sliding and nearly slipping out from under her legs. Homework wasn't examined closely enough, and she couldn't know that she had in actuality circled back because of their combined ripple across the mystic realm. Hood shrouded head tilted in surprise, Rae’s mouth parted slightly as her purple flicking eyes picked up on the sight of blasters raising up at her person —having stumbled upon [member="Khonsu Amon"] and the Golden Company, people unknown to her thanks to a lackadaisical study of the intel.

[member="Novax"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

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| Objective 1 |​

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Edge of Alexander Square | Halcyon, the Capital​

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The rapid speech of the woman caught even Atlas off guard, his brain dropping into overdrive to catch up. Coruscanti hadn't been his strong suit in school, in fact to his chagrin, Atlas' recollection of the language was abysmal at best. A subtle flush of pink rose to his cheeks, a nervous smile forming. He'd understood enough of it to make out her frustration, but anyone could have seen that by the scowl painted on her face. Atlas made to respond, words forming at the tip of his tongue - just before they were cut short by an interruption. A flutter of fabric and the sound of boots on the ground drew the man's attention, eyes settling on a tall, dark clad figure. *Egads!* thought Atlas to himself, a deep intake of breath signalling his surprise at the man's sudden appearance. Despite the subtlety, the would be resistance fighter's trained eyes spotted the slim profile of a held weapon in the man's hand.

Further distracting, his gaze fell back on the vibrant sheen reflecting off the Stormtrooper's armor. The voice behind the modulator sounded young, unsure of himself. Had the two met on the field of battle there was no doubt that Atlas would hold an advantage over the man - or boy. Hubris however had been the downfall of many a man, and so it was with caution he listened to the man's voice, confusion evident at his companion's words.

"No, no. Nothing of the sort - she's had a long day. Y'know, this' supposed to be our last stop. It's right here.." he said, motioning towards the green painted door atop a short step. "..We can drop it off inside the door and be gone, lickety split." Even as he responded, he saw the trooper move towards the cab. Again he felt the ever tightening grip in his chest. He couldn't afford to let it show - and so he turned to the figure he'd noticed a moment before.

"As for the help mate, I appreciate the sentiment but we've got it handled." he said, an innocuous wink accompanying a step towards the container once again. "Let's just shuffle it up there quick, yeah?" he continued, nodding at Petra. *Play it cool, just get the delivery in the door. They wouldn't shoot us just for that, surely. I think. Maybe.*

[member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Chubs"] | [member="Kael Garick"] | [member="Doran Ren"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

The smuggler's experience proved vital in the risky 'walk' through space. Only upon his arrival at the airlock did he bother to take a glance at the odd girl. She was just about to fly over and away before the smuggler snatched at her only to miss by fraction. The tearing of what looked like a thick cable saved her and the smuggler carefully held the cable tight.

"Almost got rid of you." He muttered through the internal comms before he knocked on the airlock. "Here's the problem - thing's jammed but I ain't waiting for my air or stimpack to run out." The scoundrel materialized a plasma torch in his hand while his pistol ended up clinging on where the torch was previously. The same torch that fell off from the emergency kit.

"Usually, even if you manually break open an airlock, the pressurizing process will start but considering what the heck happened here it would most likely go like this - the moment I open this door is the moment everything inside starts coming out."

He gave her no warning as he slammed the torch into the lock. A careful maneuver with it across the locking mechanism and the gates were open.

A tempest of objects followed from inside. Zef grabbed tight at a protruding metal piece of the station's structure.

[member="Ilya Cardonne"]

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective: 3
Location: Lua Major Mining Station.
Post: 6
Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"]

"Almost got rid of you." A joke, perhaps, but Ilya had the feeling there was some real truth behind the utterance. Neither of them trusted each other, not a bit. They were comrades by necessity only. As soon as they were off this crumbling rock pile they would part ways. Maybe she would spare his life. She had to admit the old bastard wasn't so bad.

She pressed herself up against the frame around the airlock as the spacer smashed his way in. The doors were forced open, and a blast of air streamed out as the room was suddenly depressurized. Debris and loose objects in the adjacent room were suddenly accelerated with the air that rushed out. Ilya pressed herself further back into the frame, avoiding the detritus that screamed past her at lightning speed.

Within moments, it was over. The maelstrom turned into a breeze, and then that too dissipated. After another moment to see if the coast was clear, Ilya stepped inside the airlock, back into the safety of the station. They had made it to the spaceport terminal, now they just had to find a working ship.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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| Objective 1 |​

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Edge of Alexander Square | Halcyon, the Capital​

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Petra hadn't meant to embarrass her comrade, but sometimes a quick-thinking solution ended up being the wrong one. At least it wasn't responsible for getting them killed or arrested -- yet. "Oui, d'accord," she responded to Atlas, continuing the charade that she could barely understand the words that were being bandied about. If perhaps, they thought she was an illiterate foreigner who didn't speak the language, they wouldn't continue to hassle them. She went to the crate and crouched to pick it up --

What the hell?

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a shape of something under the lorry. No, she checked herself. It was someone under the lorry. Was it a friend or a foe? She didn't know -- couldn't identify him from here -- and didn't want to add yet another active variable to this already volatile situation. She tensed but didn't otherwise react, instinctively turning her head to avoid looking in [member="Kael Garick"]'s direction. "Allons-y," she muttered to [member="Atlas Viridian"]. They lifted the crate and shuffled towards the door, and Petra called towards [member="Chubs"] and [member="Doran Ren"]: "Nous terminerons cette livraison et sortirons de la zone restreinte. Vous aurez nos plus sincères excuses pour le retard."

She locked eyes with Atlas and set her jaw with determination, nodding briefly, and they continued to move towards the door. What were they going to do, shoot them? The Stormtrooper said they could finish, after all.

[member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Chubs"] | [member="Kael Garick"] | [member="Doran Ren"]​

 

[Doran Ren]

Objective 1, Find and Eliminate key Polis resistance members as well as stop cargo shipments / allies: All first order personal, [member="Chubs"] [member="Kael Garick"] [member="Sogash"] / enemies: All Neo Polis resistance members Petra Vitalis Atlas Viridian

Doran half chuckled as he stared down the man attempting to hide his allegiance, not a moment later raising his eyebrow in confusion at the dialect the woman spoke. It was one he didn't understand. The entire situation was truly humorous seeing as the two rebels were unaware that he had followed them directly from their hidden base. Doran ignored the two and turned to face the young stormtrooper on the other side of the truck. Signaling him to come around near him "Trooper arrest these two, they are rebels and traitors. If they resist, kill them. And keep this location secure I don't want any civilians moving in or out of the square."

After Doran whispered his orders to the trooper he turned and smiled at the two, patting the man on the shoulder and walking past him "Good luck with your crates civilians, and be careful. Lots of danger around." He moved past the two and walked further down the dirty street, looking back over his shoulder to make sure the two weren't resisting their inevitable capture.

 

[Chubs]

Post: IV
Objective: Figure Out What The Hell Is Going On
Allies: [member="Kael Garick"]
Enemies: [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Sogash"]
Neutral: [member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"]

Chubs quivered a little at the Trandoshan, "Look, sir-" He paused, and then added quickly, "Ma'am," Couldn't tell with these damn reptiles. "I can't let you do that. We're cordoning off this area entirely, and if I let you past, I lose my job." He raised his rifle, "Drop your weapon," He barked, "And move to the back of the truck," A voice approached Chubs, and he almost squeezed the trigger right then and there out of surprise. He turned and listened to the voice, as it spoke with authority, and scowled when he saw him. He wasn't an officer. Nor a fellow trooper. He was "Hands up!" Chubs snapped. He was having quite enough of all these shenanigans. He gestured to the wall, "Right there next to the Trandoshan," He glowered angrily.

The Private reached for his helm and clicked in his comms unit. "This is Chubs," The stormtrooper growled into his helm, "And I got myself, some arsehole barking orders like he runs the place, and an openly armed Trandoshan." The trooper glowered. "Please, send me some backup ASAP." He then listened to the Knight of Ren begin to ramble on about how the two deliverymen were spies and traitors. And glared at him. It was all too convenient. Chubs looked at his mask, and utility belt eyeing any suspect or rogue equipment. The mask was foreign, and looked to Chubs' untrained eye, like some sort of improvised protective helm. One used by anarchists, or some kinda cultist.

The stormtroopers helm turned, to the two civilians who started this mess. The redhead was becoming rather exasperated with this whole situation. "Get your arses moving." The stormtrooper warned them, "And get the hell outta here." He snarled at her, before turning his attention to the Trandoshan and the suspicious man, "Any weapons you have, drop 'em." Chubs glowered, "Or else I'll blow your forcedamned heads off."