Dominion Commen'or Leaving? | GA Dominion of Commenor

[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJ 2
Caden Evesa | Loomi | Minerva Fhirdiad

Cora's upper lip curled into the beginnings of a sneer.

"It wasn't actually a gre—oh, forget it."

With a sigh, the blonde Padawan followed Caden and Loomi into the fray before peeling off to the right. Fortunately, they were aided by a Mandalorian combatant and her squad of warriors.

Minerva Fhirdiad. The name stuck out in her mind, as she'd taken lead on the Alliance's mission to quash warehouse-burning ruffians on her homeworld Ukatis. Cora made a mental note to thank her formally later.

The "grenade" had served its purpose, scattering the concentration of pirates away from the blast door and sending them hiding among the maze of crates and machinery for cover.

"Ensure that the supplies are not damaged!" Cora called out among the din of blaster fire, deflecting a hail of bolts with fluid movements of her blade. As they pressed further into the cargo hold, something caught her eye.

One of the crates was floating. Caught in the field of a portable tractor beam, it hovered towards the docking tube that connected the cargo freighter to the pirate's ship.

Killing her lightsaber, Cora called to the soldiers assisting her. "Cover me!"

She stretched both hands towards the crate, brow creased in concentration as she attempted to wrest control from the magnetic force pulling it in the other direction. In mid-air, the crate stiffened and shuddered under the two opposing forces.

Cracks scored along the edges of the wood before it broke, the delicate contents inside unable to withstand the pressure.

Bags of plasvol—temporary replacement blood— tore open and rained down on pirates, Jedi, and Mandalorians alike.

 

[Valery Noble]

Commenor

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon Colette | Closed

Valery could feel the tension in the air. Between Capris and her husband, but also revolving around her own Padawan as she went into real danger for the first time. It was okay to be nervous and even somewhat hesitant, but that also made it important for a leader to offer clear, concise directions. The more confidence she was able to offer together with Kahlil, the easier it would be for her to fall into the flow.

As Capris addressed Colette, Valery reached out to squeeze her shoulder, and offered a comforting smile, as if to say you can do this. If Valery believed that she wouldn't have been ready for this, she wouldn't have been here. It was that simple to her, and she hoped Colette would see it that way soon enough.

"We're going to draw attention dropping from hyperspace, so expect heavier resistance as we dock," Valery said, moments before the Bastion actually returned to real space and began a faster path for the freighter. "I'll lead the way inside to provide cover and pressure them, so we can get out of the tight docking port." She paused, looked at her husband, and smirked. Sometimes, she had to briefly be the shield, before she could become the sword.

"Be ready to assist."

Valery then stood up and already positioned herself at the door, where she waited patiently. The ship came to a halt, docking ports locked on, and the connection was sealed by a loud hiss. The door then slowly began to open, and almost instantly, they were met by a wave of blaster fire. The two violet blades of Valery's double-bladed weapon ignited and forced a wide shield against it all. She swatted away the bolts into the floor, ceiling, and walls, and charged forward with lightning speed to crash into the first wave of pirates.

They were all armed to the teeth, some were trained and all of them were ready and willing to fight the Jedi.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil's lips thinned just a little as he watched the pair of Padawans. Something was going on with Capris. He'd done a lot to stay out of her way, give her space. Not pressure or pursue her to figure out what was going on in her head. But it was getting increasingly clearer that just giving her space wasn't going to help much longer, if it was at all. Colette also seemed to be having some kind of doubt or worry in her expression.

The war was over. He glanced to Valery for a moment before reaching out through their bond.

We're not bringing them onto another violent assignment. Not for a while. The war is over.

They didn't have to rush into dealing with violent encounters. Not that they could turn back now. The ramp opened and blaster fire practically filled the hull. He raised a hand, letting the air flash with a rune. Barrier.

"See if you can find the captives! And Capris, remember what I told you! Don't let your emotions take over!"

He pushed his hand forward, sending the shimmering air of a barrier forward to batter through some of the gunman. Make a gap in the blaster fire for them to at least get off the ship. His saber ignited the moment he landed as he moved. Stepped through the hail of shots with a seeming ease despite just how large of a target he was.

Valery Noble | Capris Halcyon | Colette

 

[Colette]

Valery Noble / Kahlil Noble / Capris Halcyon

That squeeze was really all that she needed to understand the situation. Colette was the one in control, and no life would be taken unless she made it so, at least not on her own behalf. There were alternatives but none that felt all that viable. It was doubtful the pirates would just turn their policy of violence around simply because four jedi arrived on the scene and asked kindly.

She exhaled a long and tired breath to calm down. She looked over at Capris and gave a slight nod that she was okay and that, yes, this was her first time.

“Feels weird to know that all four of us are responsible for the other’s well-being for the next couple of minutes.” She mused as she readied herself for that docking thud. “That if I die, at least I wouldn’t die alone or necessarily even because of my enemy.”

And there the thud was. Colette let in a deep breath as her adrenaline began to pump en masse. Valery’s blade ignited and she stepped out to form a barrier along with Kahlil. Game face on she followed behind the masters and let the blue blade of her little loaner’s hilt extend towards the floor.

The bolts impacted upon the Sword’s blade and Shield’s invisible bulwark. Colette extended her hand and ripped the weapon from one of the pirates’ hands to buy them a bit more breathing room. It didn’t do much, but it felt like an acceptable means of attacking the other party. Disarmed was a preferable state than deceased.

Still, the urge to kill was there in the air. Not from Colette, at least not that she could feel, but most certainly from their opposition. Hate and anger seemed to run so deep in the force that she began to understand what all those lessons in self-control were all about. It was easy to see how those that were more sensitive to it might have a hard time resisting it.

 

[Loomi]

Commenor
Tags: Corazona von Ascania , Caden Evesa , Minerva Fhirdiad

"It wasn't actually a gre—oh, forget it."

Loomi could hear the sneer in the girl's tone, and almost immediately she was overcome by a wave of embarrassment. For a moment, the Godoan tucked her face behind the shield she had woven.

"S-sorry..."

Her moment of regret that she had voiced her clear misunderstanding was alleviated by the arrival of a GADF squadron, a Mandalorian warrior at the helm. The sudden pressure that a detachment of her men would be following her was enough to make her momentary embarrassment insignificant. Loomi took the path Caden instructed, covering the advance of the troops that followed. With very little hesitation, upon making eye contact with a pirate, Loomi rushed forwards, swinging her shield in a manner to club her opposition in the head.

Then, out of nowhere, something began spilling from above. It looked like...

Blood.

Time seemed to stop around the Godoan. Shadows in the room began to shift, taking the form of terrible creatures. Sharp red eyes, blood stained fangs, dagger-like claws. The darkness twisted around her, hunger in it's intention. Already Loomi could feel their claws rake along her back side, all while the faint echo of jeering cut into her very soul.

Loomi crouched down onto the floor, pulling the shield she had woven over her like a turtle. It was the only protection she had. Tears violently spilled from the girl's remaining eye as she waited for the shadows to pass her by.

 

[Joland Graves]

OBJECTIVE 2
BAIT AND SWITCH ON THE HOOK
Makko Vyres , Maran

Joland felt the weight of his pistol as it sat in the holster. It was heavier than he remembered. He felt the ominous gravity of the lightsaber hanging from his belt. His awareness was overwhelmed, but the Force brought clarity. Vets of the Second Great Hyperspace War surrounded him. He wasn't one. His blood hadn't spilled for the Alliance. Not yet. But today he wasn't just standing among the soldiers — he was one.

Commands were shouted. The deck rapidly filled with frantic energy. Soldiers deftly unclipped themselves and prepared for breach. The pirates had arrived; those fools took the bait. Ambition was wasted on the covetous.

"Let's go," Joland hollered to Makko and Maran. Thick saliva coated his throat. Anticipation curdled in his veins. Some of the weight lifted as they sprang into action; momentum carrying him like wind. They marched towards the hull. Sounds of twisting metal and the firing of repeaters traveled to the group's ears. Cries of anguish followed soon after. As they moved, the padawan's lightsaber mournfully swung on his belt. He felt the holstered pistol against his ribs. Minimal bloodshed was preferred, but pirates enjoyed murdering almost as much as plundering. Avarice was built on an altar of blood.

Regrettably, preventing it was, too.

 

[Sonya Provost]

Desric Terassi | Caulder Dune | Ruto Tane | 80Y | Auteme | The rest of the Senate​

The discussion was short-lived. Most everyone disagreed with its implementation, and the senator who proposed it wasn't even present to defend the legislation. To cap off the meeting, a censure was put forth on Senator Laborr. Ironically, Laborr's actions had probably brought about some of the most consistent bipartisanship in recent memory. Even the Corporatists were ready to throw him under the bus.

"Montitia concurs with the censure. This nonsense has been tolerated for long enough." Far too long, in fact. This saga with the Trade Federation had been a disrespect to the senatorial process, and not even a particularly well-executed one at that. Hopefully the investigation would bring some serious consequences to light. A censure wasn't much, but it was a start.

 

[Jaqu'n Boiv]

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Laborrous Deeds​

Operative "Sable"
Special Intelligence Agency
Location: Core | Skako
Assignment: Trade Federation Investigation
Tags: Cordé Sabo | Teshi Ocano | Open

And back into the fray you went.

The war was over, and yet the galaxy remained a dangerous place for many. From the end of one drastic and brutal war, to another brewing from the unfortunate circumstances you now found yourself in. Or at least, to recover others from their misfortune. It wouldn't be the first time, of course. Though where would we be if all things that occurred remained the same?

Somewhere insane, if not spiraling there already. You'd probably survive just fine, as only the insane went into the trip of cryostasis more than the first time. And look where that left you now.​

Sable examined the HUD illuminated in his bucket one last time. Even if Skako wasn't as dangerous a world as it was, it wouldn't have changed how he prepared en route for the mission. What had his attention would be the air supply, fully topped off and inactive until the moment his bucket's filtration detected through certain configurable presets that there was a threat. Standard for Dark Ops equipment, and even rated for performance in Zero-G environments.

As quickly as the shuttle came in for the team to disembark, the Dark Operator was that much quicker. Dropping to a crouch, the muzzle of his old IS-C14 suppressed blaster carbine rose to scan the perimeter of the landing zone. A practiced motion, even as his bucket swapped through different vision filters to detect any anomalies around them.

Evidently, he found none.

As the map was read aloud, he took the time to examine it over a display in his visor, looking over the few notes made in the wait to arrive where the team were implanted into now. The matte-black bucket gave a curt bob of the helmet downward in confirmation, though more so to the communication from Cordé more than any set plan. It was one of things where plans needed to be made off the cuff.

Sable flipped a tongue toggle, switching to the dedicated team net.

< {Check. We're eyes dark, but don't let your security down. Chances are loke's been secured by potential hostiles.} >

The operator's natural voice had been altered far beyond any expectation. The vox gave a slight mechanical, static-y nature to the voice, yet so deep that it was like the team just listened to a killer wraith that haunted the living. And just so happened to inhibit the body of the elite of the one percent of the one percent.

Without another word, he rose from his knee to push forward along their designated path. Truly they were eyes dark, the Federation likely unaware of the ad-hoc team of agents and operators that would reveal their dirty little secrets. For the patriots that were going to fight to their last breath to keep those secrets secret, well. That's what the carbine was for- Just one of many tools the Dark Operator employed to be certain that final breath didn't last for long.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

At Kahlil’s off hand warning about emotion, Capris stifled the smallest mental flinch. An all too familiar sensation of guilt wringing out her gut.

One which Colette’s musings did little to quell.

“Right…” The padawan arched an eyebrow, drawing her head back into the very volatile game laid out before them. Unlike Colette, she’d never been one to be self-reflective before barreling into active fire. It made her head hurt. “I really don’t intend to get you killed if that’s any comfort.”

With that said, all hell was officially unleashed.

Green plasma licked the ramp’s durasteel plating in the next moment, a glint of interest interrupting what was otherwise a look of devout concentration as Kahlil willed a rune into creation. “Chit, that’s new.”

Quick to shake out the distraction, Capris pushed further into the surge, taking a far more aggressive approach to matters as she engaged a handful of pirates with her fists in place of a sword. Her saber skills were still too sloppy for combat this close. And well- street-fighting was much more her speed.

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Colette

 

[Teshi Ocano]

:// BYOO: MISSION_MUND3T: LABORR //:
Allies: GADF | SIA | Cordé Sabo | Jaqu'n Boiv
Enemies: Skako | Trade Federation

Landing on Skako, a silent marine wondered what the galaxy was coming to. The Starbird had flown victorious over another fallen enemy, only to begin to crack. Teshi had thought herself destined to enjoy a quiet deployment to a base the rest of her days. With any luck, she would have been stationed on Correllia, able to find her favorite drink at it's source. What she would have given for the peace they all deserved after the war.

Two other Nova corps had joined her, skilled enough in Recon they wouldn't be a hinderance to the team they accompanied. The gaggle of troopers trailed behind Corde as they exited the ship, rolling like a fog in the night. Rifles at the ready, the dim visor glow flickered out as they ventured into the danger zone.

"Eyes peeled." The Major confirmed. "Let's show these bastards what happens when you turn on your own."

It was dark without her HUD, leaving Teshi feeling thoroughly vulnerable - if there was something approaching in the darkness, she wouldn't see it until it was on them - but better than alerting the enemy to their position.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

CAEDYN ARENAIS​

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LOCATION: Commenor, Illaria Woodlands.
OBJECTIVE BYO: Visit the Force Praxeum of the Commenori Order.
INVENTORY: Staff of Preservation, Garments of Rebirth.
TRANSPORT: The Repertoire.

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"Who are you?" the oldest-looking member of the trio asked Caedyn Arenais shortly after the Jedi Knight had seated himself at their fireplace. The small few of them appeared to be homeless, or at the very least using the shelter of the Praxeum as their current residence. The man's face was gaunt, his beard scruffy and dotted with flecks of dandruff while his hair was grown, thick and messy.

"Your friend was correct, I am a Jedi Knight of the Galactic Alliance" Caedyn would gesture to the female among the three, confirming her previous exclamation and explaining where he had come from; "However, Commenor was once my homeworld when I was growing up".

"Wait a second" The woman stood up, as if in shock. She, like her two male friends, was skinny and dressed in old worn garments that suggested they had been on the move for some time, with not a lot of credits to spare or perhaps wishing to avoid the nearby capital Chasin City. "Arenais...I thought that name was familiar! Your family were blasted royalty here" she announced to her compatriots.

Caedyn almost smiled, yet the expressions that he was met with were not those of a people who had once beloved his parents' leadership. No, they looked resentful and disappointed. Not something that Caedyn had expected, yet his perception of the past was one built on the bias as he was indeed the former prince of Commenor, a rich Monarchy in which his heritage had built up a vast amount of equity, today helping to fund the Jedi and other humanitarian services throughout the Galaxy.

"Our parents were killed when the Sith Empire attacked us" the third of the group explained, having seen the look of surprise on Caedyn; "They would have left us be were it not for your father's allegiance to the Jedi. He was our leader, and yet he left to fight in wars that had nothing to do with our people" the man frowned, shaking his head in saddened disproval.

"Commenor had been a small world. We had stayed peaceful for so long before the Systems Alliance. After that, the Silver Concord became our would-be protectors. It even became the Capital of Silver Space, inviting more attention and more Jedi to our doorstep" The elder spoke, looking back to the pair before turning to the Jedi Knight; "It was a long time ago, but many of us consider your family to have been the start of our world's degradation".

"...And since the Silver Concord collapsed, our economy has suffered. Commenor started to look outward, relying on other worlds for trade, and then it all crashed and we were on our own again" the woman added bitterly.

Caedyn remained silent for a time, listening as the three had been given the motivation to reflect on their hardship in response to the mere mention of his surname. It was sad and unexpected. His memories did not contain any notion of his parents' leadership leading to any negative outcome for Commenor, but then he was a child back then. How much of what he remembered could he truly rely on?

"I'm so sorry" Caedyn apologized sincerely, yet felt his words would be empty by comparison. "I had no idea that there were people who felt this way, let alone were struggling. Is that how the three of you came to be here?" the Jedi Knight asked them, speaking gently. It was difficult not to feel some form of guilt by association. These people felt wronged, and despite how many people might agree with the past, it was evident that the trio were not among them. Caedyn sympathized, and their grief was worth being heard.

"We used to farm the land just south of the Eldritch Peak. We were so young when the attack came" The young man answered, soon gesturing to himself, "I'm Rurik" he introduced himself before pointing to the older of the three, "That's my brother Jaron, and my Sister Cere" he then gestured to the woman. They were family, siblings.

"Aye. After our folks were killed, we were too young to hold the farm. Eventually, the Silvers tried to house us, bouncing around from place to place, but it always felt the same. Families didn't want to take us on, and we didn't want to leave our homeworld" Jaron confirmed.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Space
Objective: Capture the pirate leader
Tag: Jand Talo / Dreidi Xeraic / Ichika Masudo

Pirates had always been a thorn in the side of the galactic alliance, as well as the rest of the galaxy who feared being face to one themselves. All they cared about was their personal gain, nothing more, nothing less. That's why when Silas was offered the chance to take down a pirate hideaway he instantly jumped at the chance. He knew there was no way of fully ridding them, but if one was taken down it would mean the security of someone's life further down the line.

"I have no problems so far, but if the pirate captain puts any of our lives in imminent danger I will have no hesitation in striking him down for good," Silas said sternly to the rest of them. It was a low chance of that happening, but he'd rather return with a full squad than have someone fall to scum like them "The SIA can talk to me if they have a problem with that..."

The knight understood bringing him back alive was paramount. In his eyes though, safety and common sense came first before anything.

"Yes, SIA intelligence is rarely wrong. It doesn't mean they can be" Silas explained with a look to everyone around him "We should expect the unexpected and keep on our guard. Knowing pirates they always seem to have a trick up their sleeves to try and turn the tide in their favor"​

 

[Valery Noble]

Commenor

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon Colette | Closed

With Valery's blade deflecting incoming bolts, Kahlil's barrier shielding against even more, and the Padawans already dealing with several pirates, the tide of the fight shifted quickly. But where untrained thugs would maybe linger too long and make it easy for their numbers to be reduced, these pirates seemed to understand the situation a lot better. Step by step, they retreated back down the hallway, forcing the Jedi to go after them down a fairly open space.

Until they reached a junction where 4 hallways came together.

Here, they split up, knowing that the Jedi would have to do the same if they didn't want to be flanked. Valery clenched her jaw, and looked over her shoulder, "I'm taking the left side!" she called out. She gave the others some time to prepare, and then broke formation to pressure those down the left hallway.

The fight was getting increasingly more intense, as even more pirates joined the clash as well. It made the words Kahlil had echoed through their bond resonate just a bit more. Was this too much for their Padawans? She wasn't sure, and she knew better than to shield them from danger completely. If she did that, they'd never be ready for this, right?

She set aside her thoughts for now and pushed forward. <Any idea where the captives are?> she asked over comms. <It's hard to pinpoint them with so many people on the ship.>

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Space - Above Commenor
With: Corazona von Ascania | Loomi | Minerva Fhirdiad
Equipment: Lightsaber | Field Robes | LPD-11 Heavy Blaster Pistol​

Lightsaber in hand, Caden made his move down the middle. He was followed by Minerva Fhirdiad as he moved, thankful that the Mandalorian was a good shot. He tried not to get overly distracted by the blaster bolts that streaked past his head from behind him and instead focused on keeping his yellow blade in a defensive position as to keep both himself and his companions safe.

From somewhere next to him, he saw the trails of a jetpack. The Mandalorian began to take out some of the attackers from the sky, and Caden offered her a thumbs up as he continued to push forwards. His lightsaber began to cut through different pirates, aiming to take arms and legs instead of lives. Caden wanted to leave as many alive as possible in the hope that the Talon's could take prisoners.

Prisoners over dead bodies, always.

A person appeared next to him and it took Caden a few seconds to realise it was Minerva returning back down from her jetpack adventure. He offered her a smile as he carried out a slightly fancy lightsaber spin, taking both hands of a pirate who attempted to use a vibroblade on his companion. Caden watched for a few moments as he fell to the floor, in pain but not in life threatening danger.

"Nothing like a party, aye Mando"

The Jedi laughed, kicking a pirate away for Minerva to put a bullet into. He watched as she ducked behind cover whilst he again threw up his lightsaber in a defensive stance to stop the blaster fire taking him out. From somewhere in the room, he heard Corazona shouting, but he couldn't quite make out what she was shouting over the blaster fire.

And then there was blood.

Caden didn't quite know where the Plasvol (he hoped, anyway) had come from but it rained down on Jedi, Pirates and Alliance soldiers alike. It took mere moments for his robes to go from black to a pretty disgusting shade of crimson red. It was sticky as well, an absolutely horrible texture. The noise it was making as it rained down against his yellow blade wasn't pleasent either, a sizzling sort of noise.

His eyes danced around as he cut through another pirate, taking a hand and an arm as his yellow blade cut diagonally across the man. In the distance, he saw Loomi. It took him a few seconds before he realised she wasn't okay. He watched her pull the shield over herself and get low. He didn't know what was going on but she wasn't okay.

Plus, a fair few pirates were moving in on her.

"Talon's on me! Corazona, or Minerva, I don't care which! Whoever is closer! Get Loomi out of here, now!"

He spun his weapon in his hand as the final drops of blood fell. Then he ran towards his friend.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 2
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Tag: Corazona von Ascania Loomi Caden Evesa

Splattered red all over Minerva only grunted in annoyance still behind cover. At least it's not death sticks. She thought before hearing Caden call out to them all with a command. The Mandalorian looked in Loomi's direction. Eyes widened behind the T-visor her shock immediately gave way to purpose.

Minerva flew up the air via jetpack toward her now frightened ally. She sped toward Loomi like a missile, firing blaster bolts at the pirates charging toward the Jedi. One of them, a middle aged human shot in the chest flew back slamming into one of his ship mates. The others took cover before returning fire at the threat flying overhead. Evading the shots she then activated and enlarged her deflector shield in the right vambrace before descending in front of Loomi.

Bolts bounced off the shield forcing the pirates back while one of her troopers behind another crate, Irni readied her sniper rifle and zeroed in. Two more pirates fell dead and divided the attention of the rest remainder withdrew to avoid a similar fate. With the pressure lessening Minerva bent low switching from the deflector shield to her repuslor. Throwing her right hand forward she unleashed a sonic blast that caused a few sets of crates towering one another in front to collapse. With massive clang the surviving pirate team that tried to kill Loomi were either crushed to death or left crippled and screaming in agony.

Just as Caden arrived Minerva turned and nodded toward him before attempting gently as possible to pry Loomi‘s shield from her.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

<Your Padawan's grim.>

Kahlil sent the thought to Valery through their bond as he briefly glanced to the Padawans. At least they seemed focused. And prepared. That was probably the most important part of what he realized as he watched them move. Mostly. Seeing Capris just throw hands brought a frown to his lips. He really needed to redouble her saber training. His gaze shifted briefly as he caught sight of a rocket. A hand came up, taking hold of it, sending it right back to where it came from. They were prepared to fight Jedi.

:: Give me a moment. ::

He took a breath before a different sort of rune suddenly flared to life. Light in color burned under his eyes before he glanced around. It was only for a brief moment, but his expression shifted to discomfort before the runes faded.

:: Near the engine room. They've got some guard, but most are here to stop us. Padawan's, go. Find your way to the engine and get those people to the escape pods. We'll keep the majority of the pirates here. ::

Valery Noble | Colette | Capris Halcyon

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Obj 2

"Ugh!"

Like Carrie at the prom, Cora was drenched in blood. Mock blood, but it still had the same sticky texture and ferrous scent, all aspects she noted with disgust while looking down at herself with a grimace.

Of all the supplies that could've been in that container, it just had to be blood. Cora would've rather it had been needles, and based on the displeased reactions from allies and enemies alike, so would they.

Glaring at the tractor beam, she gnashed her teeth in an unladylike display.

"You'll pay for that!"

"Talon's on me! Corazona, or Minerva, I don't care which! Whoever is closer! Get Loomi out of here, now!"

Cora's halted in her lurch forward as Caden's voice cut through the din of battle. Loomi. Her heart leaped into her throat—she didn't know the Godoan well, but she must've been badly injured if they needed to evacuate her. Blue eyes caught areal movement as Minerva ascended and jet packed towards the opposite end of the warehouse, moving in on Loomi's position.

With their ally being tended to, Cora turned her focus on the tractor beam. Fortunately, the device and its operator had been caught in the spray of blood, giving her an opening. Quick on her feet, the Padawan wove her way towards the projector, ducking behind crates for cover as she went.

Darting out from the maze of boxes, Cora lashed out at the portable beam's housing—and given that she didn't know which parts were the most delicate, elected to cleave it from stem to stern. The device let out a strained whur before a shower of sparks caused both her and the operator to stumble back.

"Screw you, Lady!" The Quarren who'd been handling the machine lunged with a vibroknife. Feinting to the side, Cora planted a boot to the squid's head that sent him smacking against the now defunct beam.

"Let's get the hell out of here!" A Gamorrean with a swath of inappropriate tattoos called. "Screw these guys, it ain't worth it!"

With the pirates on the retreat, Cora fell back to Loomi's position. Caden and Minerva, more familiar with the other Padawan, were tending to her, so Cora placed herself between them and the pirates. Joining the Alliance soldiers as they traded fire with the retreating enemy, she directed her blade in purposeful arcs and strokes, catching blaster bolts with her blade.

"Is Loomi alright?" She called out over the staccato of blaster fire and sizzle of plasma. A dribble of fake blood trickle down her face, over her lips, and she gagged.

Loomi Caden Evesa Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Maran]

Wo, wait wha- oh wow okay. Maran bit back the fear swelling in her chest as they docked and chaos unleashed. She wasn't on the front lines. She didn't follow the other two out the door. Instead, she stood in the transport. The Force was filled with signs of danger. She reached down, fumbling with her saber before finally, she joined the others. Near the back, of course. And with a hand raised.

She wasn't much of a fighter, not really. She'd gotten a couple lessons in to figure out how to use her lightsaber and keep herself safe. But she was always better at her other trick. One by one they started to fall. The pirates, anyway. Clutching their heads, mouths, stomachs. Waves of overwhelming dizziness echoed from the Padawan as she sent them into a tumble. At least in their heads they felt like they were.

At least she'd be helpful! Just, safely in the back.

Makko Vyres | Joland Graves

 

[Loomi]

Commenor
Tags: Caden Evesa , Corazona von Ascania , Minerva Fhirdiad

Loomi had been expecting a sudden force to rip away her shield. Instead, only a gentle hand came, politely prying the barrier she had woven away. The Godoan didn't fight it. She let the shield be pulled away, revealing her huddled form to the rest of her team. A splotch of artificial blood had landed on her face, which had trickled down from her forehead to her cheek.

Everyone was there. Cora, the Mandalorian... Caden. They were all in her general vicinity now, voicing their concerns. Loomi could feel herself begin to burn up inside. Had she put them in danger? There were no obvious injuries that she could see, but the thought kept running through her mind that the stunt she had just pulled could have wound up being fatal for someone. It wasn't long before the guilt began to well up. Even if she had no control over the terror that had engulfed her, she couldn't help but feel like she had caused all of this.

It was all her fault. Everything was ruined.

"I-I'm sorry," she finally muttered, tears beginning to spill out again.

"I'm so sorry..."

 

[Colette]

Kahlil Noble // Valery Noble // Capris Halcyon

It was simple repetition and the pirates caught on pretty quickly. No sooner than the second blaster had been stolen out of the hands of one of the pirates did the fire begin to focus a whole lot more on Colette who fell back into a defensive stance to at the very least keep their bolts from striking her.

“Got it!” Colette shouted across the room and over the intercom. She gave Capris a quick nod and then set off towards the direction that Kahlil had pointed them in. There was no point in wasting time. No sooner than she had set foot on this vessel did she want to leave it again. The sounds of battle mixed all too well with the visual feedback of chaos to create a cacophony she had trouble deciphering.

“Nice going with the fists.” Colette complimented Capris to build up to the inevitable, “How familiar are you with ships? Because I feel like you might need to take charge on getting us around.”

There weren’t exactly a whole lot of signs around here. If Colette had to choose blindly she'd just push down the corridor on their left. Issue being, this wasn't a crossroads heading just left or right. With all that was going on she really had no idea where to go.