Rebellion Conflict at Kuat - Too Many Cooks Edition [The Grayson Imperium vs The Republic]

[Republic Engineering]

Republic Commando // Sigma Squad // Sigma Two
Designation: "Whisper."

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As his training kicked in, forcing the Commando to exhale after the shot was made, Whisper watched the duel unfold. The expelled bolt tipped the balance in the Jedi’s favour - but not in the way he expected. Instead of disarming his target, like the shot intended, it tore apart his torso in a blossom of fiery shrapnel and flesh - since the Darksider’s weapon raced upwards to clash with the coruscating symbol of the Jedi. Yet, despite this grievous wound, the shrouded figure still held his ground.

Whisper cursed in several different languages, as he roused himself from his position. His sniper rifle was useless against whatever this Darksider was, and the Commando would be forced to advance closer to the target. He had to engage the figure with something a bit heavier than a nigh-superluminal quarrel.

So, with practiced ease, the Commando loaded another liquid cable cartridge into his underslung attachment and fired the grappling hook at the rooftop beneath his feet. Once it bit into the duracrete, Whisper vaulted over the edge and began rappelling down towards the street below.

His boots struck pavement seconds after, and the Commando felt little of the impact. Instead, he felt the ankles of his armour seize up - making it hard for him to walk. It seemed that the impact of his metallic bulk kissing the street below was enough pressure to trigger his armour’s integrated impact gel. Knowing that the pressure would release after the catalytic converter returned the impact gel to its aqueous state, he began to waddle towards the sundered plaza - before picking up the pace as the seized material gave way.

He arrived too late, as the duel reached its terminus.

Kale was victorious - or so it appeared - as his opponent was nothing more than an ichorous stain on the ruined duracrete. Whisper was about to congratulate the young Jedi for vanquishing the foe, as he closed the gap between their twinned positions, but what came next made the Commando’s blood curdle.

The Jedi screamed. By the man’s own admission, he was struck by something as the Darksider turned to biotic paste. Blood darts, Kale called them. Whisper wasn’t sure what the hell those were as that would be the first time he heard of anyone using their own blood as a weapon. Could it be that the Darksider’s blood was poisoned? Even then, the Commando heard tales of the Jedi purifying their bodies from various toxins.

However, as Whisper knelt beside the Jedi, there was a part of him that thought this wasn’t something he’d be capable of purging from his system alone. He’d need help from someone other than himself. Yet - who would he call on? His own medical equipment wouldn’t be able to purge whatever foreign contagion this was. The man doubted that the impressive healing effects of Bacta could help the Jedi flush his system. Something else, far beyond his understanding or pay grade, was required.

Tapping the side of his Helmet, Whisper accessed the local communication grid and issued a general plea for aid to anyone that happened to be listening.

:: Jedi down. Location: Quake’s Epicentre. I repeat - Jedi down. ::

| Xenro | Kaleleon |

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Alderaan // Aldera City // Museum of Antiquities.
Mark [+00:21] After Operation Commencement.
Objective: Defend the Diplomats from Hostile Threats.
Secondary Objective: Passively Recon Imperium Personnel.
Available Resources: [Click.]
Friendly Assets: The Republic >> Sigma Squad, The Grayson Imperium.
Neutral Variables: The Jedi.
Possible Hostiles?: Disgruntled Locals, Problem Children.

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After the order was given, Sigma Squad vanished into their surroundings.

Hatchet and Dynamo shouldered their rifles and broke off into different directions, moving to carry out their orders as swiftly as their armoured forms would allow. They checked every shadowy corner they came across and cross-referenced every IFF transponder that was encountered. It was their duty to ensure that anyone who was authorized to be in the building had all the proper identification they needed, or required. Those that didn’t - when they were encountered - were swiftly apprehended and handed off to the appropriate authorities.

Both of the Commandos were tempted to use their weapons on those unauthorized individuals but elected not too. Not only because of the political ramifications that’d ensue but because it’d be a waste of valuable munitions. Every scrap of energy was needed… just in case that Darksider outside decided to come in for a visit.

Gideon, on the other hand, ran alongside his synthetic counterpart with his rifle at the ready. His mission was entirely different from the rest of his Squad. They’d handle the various issues plaguing the Museum at large, while he’d race towards the Chamber chosen as the site of the diplomatic Conclave. As he raced up several flights of stairs, and through what seemed like a dozen cavernous hallways, the Leader of Sigma Squad found his gaze drifting towards the corner of his visor - and the scrolling feed of data that resided there.

Beyond the walls of the Museum, the Jedi Kale found himself embattled by some shrouded figure. Their duel shook the plaza to its foundations as the duracrete blocks were torn asunder, and a wound gouged itself across the planet’s surface. Alderaan’s mantle was allegedly visible - which doubtlessly caused tectonic ripples in several nearby buildings, and the Museum itself. Though ensconced within the structure, Gideon didn’t feel anything other than the foundations of the mighty building quaking. Doubtlessly, there’d be other portions of the Museum that weren’t as lucky.

He could only imagine what the bill for collateral damage would be like after all of this madness was said and done.​

There were also reports of strange events occurring in other cities across the planet of Alderaan, and of terrible events transpiring in the skies above Kuat. Whoever engineered these series of events was either a mastermind that needed to be taken out before they could threaten the Republic again or someone who was seriously lucky that several coincidences occurred in the same timeframe.

As his eyes devoured the rest of the streaming information at a glance, Gideon found himself closing in on the Conclave. After everything he had been through, the terminus of his mission lay within sight.

It seemed that intruder was taken care of, thanks in part to the quick reaction time of an ARC Trooper assigned to guard the Conclave proper. Gideon offered nothing more than a simple nod of acknowledgement when their twinned T-visors connected with one another. He didn’t have much to say, really. The man did his job, and the woman was subdued. The Commando couldn’t care to comment on how it was done, or what Sigma Squad drew the short straw and were forced to protect the Diplomats from afar.

Perhaps things wouldn’t have gotten so far out of hand if the shoe was on the other foot.

Pushing aside such cancerous thoughts, Gideon turned his gaze towards DAC and offered a subtle gesture of respect - which came in the form of a clenched fist gently tapping his armoured breastplate. As their combined mission was complete, their temporary alliance was dissolved. The suspect that was believed to be the assassin was apprehended. While there was another possible assailant on the loose - it wouldn’t be long before Sigma Squad took them into Republic custody.

Other individuals were gathered in the Chamber that the Commando didn’t recognize. It seemed they were new arrivals. As neither party started poking fingers - perhaps they were aligned with one of the two delegations. Out of the two, only one seemed to have taken the initiative and sought to do something mysterious with the Force. Apparently, the building was starting to collapse. If that was true, his Holodroids and the Rest of Sigma Squad would’ve been shouting in his ear to get everyone out. But, it was nothing more than a tremor.

At least, that’s what his mortal and electronic senses could perceive. Perhaps there was something more that lay beyond the veil of reality, threatening to bring the entire building down on top of them.

Was it worth the risk?

Gideon couldn’t say.​

Instead, he approached the Republic Delegation with his weapon lowered.​

:: Lieutenant Raith, Commanding Officer of Sigma Squad,:: He intoned, making quick work of his introduction, as his gaze flitted from one Representative to another.

:: While my suit’s sensors indicate that tremour wasn’t strong enough to collapse the building, there is a possibility that... whatever the hell happened outside could’ve hit an unknown faultline beneath the structure’s foundation. I can get on the horn and call for Evac, or we can remain here and see what happens. Your call. ::

INTERACTING WITH: | Dak | Fable Solborne | Faith Organa | P Placeholder 0128 | Maou | Alwine Daye | Myrium Okar | Denzul Yorkell | Tasha Blackmoor | Leon Gallo | Emiery Athelon | Venandi |​

 

[Muad Dib]

Allies: Alderaan
Enemies: Whomever volunteers, which I believe just happened
Location: being invited to a dance
Objective: do not create a crisis, to be the very best that no one ever was
Accessories: in profile

Theme: (low key playing on his comms)
[YouTube]​

Just like a Jedi to try to hog all the action.

As the statue was uprooted and sent on its hurtling path toward Muad, he kicked off the ground with one foot, driving backwards in retreat as the stature careened into the Jedi. He winced at the impact shaking his head slightly.

"Watch out for that statue … too late …"

Muad stayed put, just out of range as the Jedi didn't allow the collision to stop him. I guess that old song, "You can't Keep a Good Jedi Down", was kinda right. Either was the two other men began their dance once more as Muad frowned while watching. Something seemed amiss. Other than the Phobis Device … and the dead bodies … and the near naked Sith … and the crazy Jedi … and the ships in orbit … okay, there was a lot that was amiss.

But this was something more.

The effects of the Phobis Device ceased with its destruction. Blinking away the euphoric fog of madness he focused even more so. The situation felt wrong. Patterns in the Force twisted, tendrils of the unnatural permeating the present, warnings of a domino effect from the present to several possible futures were clouded. Yet they all stemmed from here.

He took a knee, plunging the beskad into the ground before him with hands gripping the hilt. Head bowed as he reached out embracing the pain in the surrounding area, drawing on the emotional outpouring, Muad frowned pulling at the flow of power. The wounds many of the fearful possessed were added unto him as well.

It wasn't enough.

The grass withered. Insects within the ground keeled over. Birds dropped from the sky raining down as if an unholy plague. A large dome flickered into existence around and above the three men, blocking out the rest of the world. The Force flowed through the madman as he manipulated the energy claimed and focused it into securing the barrier , using himself as a circuit to feed into the dome allowing it to grow stronger.

The dome shimmered with power. Yet the purpose was not to protect the men within the shield but the outside world from the danger that was slowly unfolding within as the strings that bound the event began to fray.

Darth Carnifex Wyatt Morga

 

[Venandi]

Allegiance: Republic
Location: Aldera City, Alderaan
Post: 1
Links: Squad(In BIO) |
Tags: Faith Organa | Vale Vynar | Dak | Republic Engineering | Fable Solborne | Denzul Yorkell | Cataline Holt | P Placeholder 0128 | Myrium Okar | Alwine Daye | Tasha Blackmoor | Maou | Emiery Athelon
Friends: Republic | Imperium(sorta)
Enemies: Everyone else

The guards on the roof watched as a portion of their fellows ran off and into the museum, chasing after the intruder. Those that remained were angry, they'd just let someone past. Because of that, they swore to not let another pass, should anyone try. As such, they positioned themselves more carefully around the roof. When the roof shook slightly from the quakes, they held fast, keeping an eye on their surroundings. As such, they spotted Emiery as she jumped up and onto the roof, and moved quickly to capture her.

Two squads aimed their weapons at her, while the others continued their watch, even as she did her thing with the roof. Growling irritation, the squads noticed that she was using the Force on the building. One of the squad leaders stepped forward then, speaking loudly and clearly to her, even while his weapon was still aimed at her.
"Name, identification, and purpose here!"

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Venandi had moved as soon as Alwine appeared, knowing that every second counted. It didn't matter what she said, it might as well be lies, and lies fell on deaf ears for Venandi. She had also been drawing a weapon, which had cemented her fate in Venandi's eyes. Thus when he'd tackled her, he was surprised that she offered no resistance, not that he was complaining. She did complain though, even as Venandi re positioned himself. He had tackled her to the ground and lain on her, keeping her down, but now he shifted to keep her down permanently. Pressing his westar m5 into her jugular, Venandi moved carefully, so that she wouldn't find an opening easily, or at all. Moving so that he was kneeling, Venandi pressed his westar m5 straight to her jugular, his left leg across her thighs and his right boot on her left arm, pinning it in place. Visibly flicking the blaster from stun to kill, Venandi growled out a response.
"You failed to mention the Kuati, I think they'd be insulted. Now, you won't resist, or I will kill you."

Pulling out a stun cuff, Venandi swiftly attached one end to Alwine's right wrist and the other end to her throat. Certainly an unusual style, but it was a proven method that was far harder to escape from, plus far more uncomfortable. Sneering at her from behind his helmet, Venandi grabbed another cuff and attached them to her knee connecting them to each other, before pulling out a final one, attaching it from her left ankle to her throat as well. Only then did he ease himself up, but only slightly. Blaster still pressed into her throat, Venandi quickly searched her body, looking for any other weapons. He found none, the only weapon seemed to be the one that was now a few feet away from them both, knocked away in the confusion. Venandi noted the position of the weapon, still not taking his eyes off of Alwine, keeping his blaster pressed to her throat.

As he did this, others entered the room, asking him questions or asking his prisoner questions. Keeping an eye on his prisoner and an eye on the new arrivals, Venandi took them in. He would've reacted more to them if he had a positive ID on them, but they seemingly knew the people in the room, thus he let them be. Returning the nod from the Republic Commando, Venandi focused back on the prisoner below him, his leg still laying on her thighs, holding her down with his rifle as well. Then he received a report from Cutter, telling him about another assailant that they were hunting down, one that was leaving packages around and fighting. Growling, Venandi turned his head up towards the room in general, answering Leon's question while speaking to the guards and everyone else.

"Call that evac, we're leaving now. This place isn't defensible enough and we have another unknown assailant running around placing containers. May contain gas or it may be explosives, doesn't matter. My brothers will try to stop him, but we can't stay here. We need to move, now. And not to that hospital, but rather a bunker, a defensible position near here. If this building has a bunker, then fine, but this room here will not work." Rising into a stand, Venandi dragged Alwine up with him, not caring how uncomfortable or in pain she would be. turning to fix a glare on Fable, he spoke once more. "And no Senator, this time we will not be staying here. This is no longer a defensible position, so we need to move somewhere better."

It was then that a few more squads of guards came up to their room, moving in to secure their charges. Venandi quickly relayed to them the last position of Myrium and two squads were off immediately. The rest stayed behind, forming a security cordon around the senators, keeping a wary eye on everything. At the same time, they pulled out various gas masks and other such implements and gave them to senators. That should protect them from gas, while the guards themselves would protect against explosives. One squad joined Venandi specifically, there to help him keep Alwine under control. For his part, Venandi was still holding onto her, keeping a tight grip on her arm. Turning his gaze to Gideon, he spoke once more.
"Let's get out of here then, these senators are too valuable to lose."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Kuat, ground.
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knive | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: Agents of Chaos
Enemies: Everyone else
Direct Tags: (people on Kuat) Kamyrin Gyvolis Jegy Sesara Jai'galaar Gred Kiber Dorn Lucius Fendam +Let's Boogie!

*** Continuing without Kiber by writer's permission.

"Because I don't bring people in, I kill people!" Scherezade responded, almost roaring above the wind as the two continued to move forward.

It was true. She could count on one hand the number of times in her life that she'd had to arrest or stun someone. In those instances, breaking bones had been a very efficient method. You couldn't run when your kneecaps poked out of your skin in several different directions, regardless of what your species was. But Jai's other assessment was very much correct; Scherezade wasn't listening anymore.

Her wall, despite all the odds, had risen from the ground on time. The metals and bricks that had constructed the part of the road they'd all been running from shot to every direction as the earth rose up, blocking the cheese thief's forward motion, knocking him backwards at the last possible second.

Scherezade grinned and jumped on him, not caring to even check if he was still conscious or not; she snatched the paper bag of cheese cubes from his hands and peered in, making double sure that all her cubes were still in there, and then shot Jai a smile of victory.

"We did it!"[/coor] Scherezade cheered, "We've saved my cheese cubes!"

Walking back to her Mandalorian friend, Scherezade popped two cubes into her mouth, and offered it to him again.

"Y'know," she said with a deflated face, "I was expecting more here on Kuat. More fights. More intrigue. More pew pew. But all we got is a cheese thief. I'm half tempted to go start randomly shooting rich people just for a touch of attention."

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: The Museum
Wearing: Armor, Comfortable-looking long coat covering it
Wielding: WindWhisper
Allies: Agents of Chaos
Enemies TR/TGI. Still trying to decide if Alderaan's peeps too.
Tags: Vale Vynar Muad Dib Denzul Yorkell Salamander Dak Cataline Holt Steve Holt Avo Faith Organa Venandi Republic Engineering Maou Fable Solborne Cataline Holt Tasha Blackmoor

"Kuati," Alwine said, finishing the list. She had not resisted thus, and had no plans of doing as such. It would go completely against her plans. And yet as she had lain there, she'd listened – listened to all those little politicians' questions and inquiries as they stood far away, as though she still was that dirty villager from Stewjon who was raised to be nothing but a servant to them.

One day, she decided, she would find the way to kill all those who did not straighten to what was the proper way. If the rulers of Kuat and Alderaan wanted to bow down to others, they could grovel with their foreheads pressed to the ground and have their behinds firmly kicked until there was nothing left but a goop of flesh and bones. And those who were here to take Alderaan and Kaut and put it under their control… She would find the way to deal with them. It was high time to bring decapitation back to galactic fashion.

When the brute who'd tackled her said they were leaving, Alwine's eyes narrowed. She had no intention of leaving this place, not while cuffed like that (though she knew shifting would release her from it, but she didn't want to be forced into shifting in front of him). Her only chance was to either leave together with everyone and go to the same place, or stay here with them all.

"This never was a defensible position," she pointed out once she was standing, giving the tiniest of grunts as she tried to be as comfortable as she could. Truly, she was half the size or less of most of these people. Were they truly that scared of her? "This is a museum. Who holds a meeting of this kind in a museum?!"

And then she smiled again. Even cuffed with her hands to her throat, Alwine found the way to keep her spine straight, to use every millimeter of her stature. She was a woman who omitted presence, and would not be ignored. The day she wished to be ignored once again would be the day she returned to Stewjon to live there, and that day would never come.

"But I could protect you," she said with a warm voice, "Agents of Chaos are here to protect the Alderaanian and the Kuati rulers from the oppressors of the Republic and the Imperium. Your streets flow with the blood of your people, entire portions of your cities are being destroyed as we stand here, and who knows how many dead are currently floating in nearby space after their ships exploded? Is this truly what you want? Is this the grand vision of Alderaan and Kuat under Republic or Imperium rule? All these lives, just so you could be subjugated again? If so many of your people have already been sacrificed, if you have already seen the results of the ever changing rulerships on the wholesomeness of Kuat who has lain more years being a mess than having its shiyards fully operational this past decade or two, how can you stand there and offer your planet up again while your people pay the price?"

There was more than little conviction in her voice. Unlike in the past, when Alwine joined the Agents of Chaos herself, it was not because of a default option nor because she had nowhere else to go. She had come to them out of her free choice, because she believed in the cause set forth by Discordia, because she believed in what they set out to do. Because she had seen her own planet, horrible as it may have been, takne up by grubby hands as payment for helping with a minor problem, and then left alone so that its people would suffer while still paying the taxes, while still letting a corrupt viceroy handle them. Never again.

Turning to look at the people gathered, it was time to see if she had indeed remembered them all. Faces and words, committed to memory. But she had no names. Did not know who was who, except those that had introduced themselves.

The other blonde woman had been first. Tasha Blackmoor, heiress, business woman, part of the Imperium. But she'd had no questions, only statements. The man with her was Imperium too. "If there are others here, I do not know of them. I was earlier joined with another, but we separated prior to my arrival here at this museum," she answered. Those of them who had the Force would easily be able to tell that she was speaking the truth.

To the woman who had not said who she was ( Faith Organa ), Alwine had no words to add, for she had already given the information requested a several heart beats earlier.

To the one who had thought she was not aware (Fable Solborne), Alwine lofted a brow. "Where I am from, holding these sort of peace talks in a place like a museum is an open invitation to anyone and everyone. And with the commotion outside, the commotion organized by the Republic and the Imperium forces, I cannot be without a weapon for self defense. I was in the process of removing it when your brute assaulted me."

To P Placeholder 0128 , there was nothing she could say that had not been said several times already, though she found it funny that he had said he'd have her arrested while the arresting brute was on top of her moments ago. Was this how people born to, raised with, and living in privilege thought things worked? Did he always have a father or a mother to bail him out when things got tough?

The comments about someone outside doing things was irrelevant to Alwine. Of course, she did not know that it was Xenro who was in charge of it, but it was indeed better than she did not. It would make her situation slightly more complicated if she had.

Every inch of her wanted to take a step forward towards the politicians, to try to suss out who was here for Alderaan and who was here to take Alderaan. But she knew it would not go over well, so she remained rooted where she stood, her chin raised. They would not see her bow. They would not, could not humiliate her.

Unable to guess, she focused on those who had not already said they were not the rulers of Alderaan.

"Do not let your planet fall into the clutches of the Republic or the Imperium," she pleaded, "do not treat your planet like a prostitute, ripe to go with temporary payment of those that would pretend to offer more. There is nothing either of them could offer save their immediate self-evacuation that will leave your beautiful planet better off than it was before. Both of them are trying their hands around Alderaan and Kuat's throats right now and what have you received thus? Violence, deaths. Do not let these deaths be in vain. Do not sell your planets to a highest bidder when you yourself can provide so much better. Let Alderaan and Kuat be as free as they were meant to be, as their proud people have built to be. Free Alderaan! Free Kuat!

Looking to the brute, she refused to flinch. Were these words and actions that scared them so? She had not even asked for her weapon back.

Though, the cuffs were annoying. She'd preferred it if they were removed. She truly had no plans of attacking anyone that day.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Her plans went out the window when the group of undesirables known as the Directorate had decided to open fire upon the slaver ship with ion cannons, not realizing two things:

1. The slaves were kept from the vacuum of space by force fields, which ion cannons would easily disable.
2. Even assuming that this wasn't the case, a human sized target getting hit with a capital grade ion cannon would probably fry the poor meatbag just from the sheer energy output

She could feel in the force every one of those lives dying in great pain. It was not a quick death, they were tortured as their lungs underwent explosive decompression and they died bleeding internally attempting to breathe air that didn't exist. She hit her fist on the holotable, gritting her teeth slightly to suppress the anger that had overtaken her.

Once she had collected herself, she looked to her Lieutenant. "I want you to ignore the Republic entirely, open fire on the Directorate fleet immediately. I refuse to let this go unpunished."

The Lieutenant nodded and the radiomen got to work, she had a message of her own to send. She dialed in to the republics open frequency, hoping to get something through before she went to meet her fate.

"To the Republic Commander, I am Jedi Master Alyson Halle and I wish to parley. I do not have much time to speak so I will get my position out of the way now to allow you to deliberate. The Directorate and their forces have just killed several thousand innocent slaves, due to their own incompetence and lack of care for human life. If you wish to put your money where your mouth is, and prove to me that you are worthy of speaking of the values which you hold in such high regard, I want you to join me in ensuring that these horrible acts do not go unpunished. I would like to extend to you a temporary olive branch, until we can hear back from the talks on Alderaan, in the meantime, I would like you to join me in routing these war criminals from this system. Their presence here is an affront to all that is good in this galaxy."

Once she was done, she moved, taking a respirator off the back wall, moving towards the location of Darth Assimilus . She could feel the power of this Sith lord clear as day. He was a being of pure unadulterated rage, empowered by the deaths of the slaves. That made him especially angry, but she couldn't exactly tell if it was because he had lost property, or if he actually cared for the innocent lives. It was irrelevant to her, she had given a challenge and it had been accepted.

She made her way towards the depressurized area of the ring structure, forcibly opening a bulkhead door to meet her challenger. The force would keep her organs from exploding due to the pressure differential. She dialed the respirators commlink onto the open channel as the door slammed shut behind her.

"You are Mr. Hate I presume?"

Mr. Hate himself was huge, she had never seen something like him in the force so she couldn't exactly tell what his species is. Whatever it was, she knew that this would be a tough fight, tougher than she would have liked.

In the distance she felt Vora Kaar another Sith here only complicated things. Hopefully he would honor the conditions of the duel.

Andien Gale

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Location: The Streets of Kuat
Equipment: Still Nothing
Mission: STILL HUNGRY​

Unexpected.

There were a great many certainties in life, too numerable to name but one of those certainties was not earth shapers moseying around and eating cheese. So when the ground decided to rise up, Kiber could do nothing. There was too much momentum to stop, which resulted in the man running headfirst into the solid obstruction. It might have seemed like an unfortunate occurrence, but a few seconds later and he would have gotten beaned right in the nards.

Every cloud.

The world went black for a few seconds (because outside of movies being unconscious for more than a few seconds was a very bad thing). Then it came back as Kiber found himself lying upon the ground and staring up at the sky, the bag of cheese cubes no longer in his possession.

A groan, a feeling of wet trickling down his temples. There ain't no cheese for the wicked, he mused before gingerly sitting up, mildly concerned about the effects of repeated concussions upon his spice-addled brain.

Glancing over his shoulder Dorn observed the armed pair sauntering off, no doubt to interact with those far more interesting than junkie vagrants. There was a fleeting temptation, an urging within his empty stomach to go back and try again but...

...that would involve running again, and his lungs were already burning from prior exertions.

Uuuuuuuurrrrrgggleeee.

BUT. STILL. SO. HUNGRY.

What was a poor boy to do? Dejected, Kiber struggled to his feet, his world not correctly aligned after headbutting a sudden wall. Walking straight was difficult as he muttered about the injustice of society and how hard it was for a hungry lad to get a bite to eat around here. A dejected look was given to the glass doors of the trampoline place, his gaunt reflection staring back at him like an abused puppy.

Wait.

Behind the reflection!

IS THAT A V E N D I N G M A C H I N E ?

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: The Museum

It was hard to listen to hard to hear these words spoken such conviction. Such belief. Alwine Daye

Faith did not move, The Queen of Alderaan was touched by the words she had to step further back to regain composure she looked at this young woman. Did she present the vision of the galaxy? Is what she said how the galaxy looked at Alderaan....a prostitute for use by any who offered something.

But that was the way of alliances, the way of negotiation everyone offered something, everyone gave a little of themselves to seal the bond of the alliance. She nodded to no one but herself as if she had come to some decision. A soft sigh and a bit of a chuckle.

"And what leave it open to invasion from others." Faith held her head up this time looking to the young woman holding her gaze. "Without allies we all fall. Leave ourselves open for someone else to come along and rather than negotiate come in and take, destroying whatever they lay eyes..." She shook her head, "Decisions are not made easily and history does play a role in decisions. But always we try to do the best we can for the people."

She looked at Fable Solborne "What she says we must admit has some truth to it." She looked to P Placeholder 0128 "others have come before this time and used whatever Alderaan had to offer and then left us to our own devices knowing we could not defend ourselves." Yes she remembered those days as a Senator and hearing her mother as the Sith took their home.

"All things are done in good faith with the best intentions. This part of the galaxy is often the center of conflict because of what is here. Not just Alderaan but yes Kuat with its shipyards. Then there are the trade routes which are just a short away from all of it. No matter what decision is made there will always be critics. Always be someone to say I told you so, or we could do it better. You just don't know too many variables to see the future."

She wished for someone who had a magic crystal just then who could see the future.

"Alderaan will always have its own sovereignty. WE will always be free. The alliances we make will support those beliefs. But I did not think this was an accord about Alderaan, I thought it was about the Republic making an agreement with Imperium."

That was more words spoken by her in a very long time about how the Alderaani felt and what they had sent through the High Council what the wanted.

Then the voice came that the building was falling down, "it is a museum it does not have a bunker. Museums are places of peace it was supposed to be peace talks, not anarchy in the streets. Up the street there is a large building called the New Aldera Palace it has defenses. If we can go there I'm sure you'd find it to your liking. " Venandi Yes the place where she and her children slept had many defenses, and conference rooms, and canons, and guards, shields, and troops.

 

[Emiery Grayson]

Location: Alderaan >> Aldera City >> Museum of Antiquities >> Roof
Objective: Hold Up The Building
Allies: Grayson Imperium | Jedi | Innocents
Foes: Agents of Chaos | Other Filth | Crumbling City
Weaponry: Heirloom Lightfoil | Songsteel Sword
Tags: Kaleleon | Xenro | P Placeholder 0128 | Leon Gallo | Alwine Daye | Venandi | Denzul Yorkell | Maou | Republic Engineering | Faith Organa | Vale Vynar | Dak | Fable Solborne | Cataline Holt | Tasha Blackmoor | Myrium Okar

Focusing kept Armistra's phantasmal mouth shut. It was one thing to be corporeal, but quite another to be bound to an object and subject to another's will, as the essence of Emiery's template was in being bound to the ring on the Knight's left pinkie. Holding all the varied pieces of the museum in approximate place was a technical challenge of telekinesis, and to have another shifting things into a more stable form meant constant adjustments on Emiery's end. Thus when Republic soldiers leveled their arms at her, she gave the action only cursory notice - a glance, nothing more. Until one of them spoke, that is. She put on a delicate frown; you'd think Jedi robes were recognisable.

"Emiery..." she pushed out in her clearly-enunciated Pelagian accent, while steeling her focus, and continuing to make adjustments to her telekinetic hold as the other unknown (to her) Force sensitive worked from the inside, "...Athelon."

Her feet shifted some millimetres and her heels dropped, making her squat comfortable for longer

"Jedi. Knight."

The hold was getting less complex with the stabilising adjustments being done inside, affording her a little more space to split her focus and look up at the soldiers and muzzles trained on her. She breathed out through her nose, and explained herself.

"And if you gentlemen wouldn't mind pointing those things elsewhere, I'd be grateful. It's harming my focus, and holding up the many bits and pieces of a crumbling structure with telekinesis isn't as easy as it looks."

 

[Mazik Stazi]

CITY OF ASHES
BATTLEGROUP DURO
OUTER KUAT SYSTEM​

"I have nothing to prove to an Imperial about honor," Admiral Stazi's fists clenched in rage, "You dare to question our values? Under whose authority were these so called malcontents allowed access to the system? Those deaths are on your head Master Jedi as surely as if you gave the order yourself."

Mazik cared little for political distinctions and trivial semantics. Whether the aggressors were Directorate or Imperium it was all the same to him. He ordered Andien Gale and the other Republic ships to advance at half sublight.

"We have nothing but your word," the old duros continued, "Nothing but your word that you are not responsible for the deaths of innocent Republic officers and crewman. Nothing but your word that the Kuati people have welcome you here in peace. Nothing but your word that their nobility isn't being held at blaster point even now while they are forced to praise their new masters."

The fact that Alyson Halle claimed to be a Jedi made little difference. Last time he had trusted a Jedi the Galactic Alliance had fallen apart and millions had been killed. He would not make the same mistake again.

"I don't trust your word, Master Jedi," Mazik scowled, "This is your final warning. Quit the system. If you're telling the truth we will deal with these Directorate scum ourselves and respect the wishes of Kuat's sovereign government should they choose to overlook your complicity. You have five minutes to comply."

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Kuat Drive Yards, Interior.
Objective: ...

Give in...release.
Kezeroth.
Let us...Help...You...​

A chill crept up the spine. A blanket of cold lay pressuring the exposed room. No air, no breath, no life. Silence of space was reassuring enough as the explosions that lay past the durasteel lacerated wall flashed in bright colors or hues. The shine reflecting off the UV protected Visor but the scene was still absorbed past into irises of rage, anger and hate. Swept in the thrill of combat. The Gen'dais body was indeed tense. Flexed on almost every part of its body, a hidden fact that was unknown to outside view but incredibly known to the host. A twinge rippled from within the deep fiberous muscle tissue of his right arm. Fissure. Granted by the inherent higher perception that his species had Kezeroth paused. Checked his comm systems and listened once more.

Who was speaking?

That voice. No one should be able to speak and yet a echo ricocheted off the inner chambers of his psyche. A shriek in the absence of the void and cosmic essence. Release. Let go. Its words were familiar and yet foreign. How was it so that a Sith lord with such comfort with the darkside had now been caught in a frozen storm of raw cold emotions. They were not his own. The whispers traced about his being. A phantom haunting his every movement. Every turn of the head. Left. Right. Spinning around looking for something to make sense. Searching for semblance. No! Louder steadily the voice gained increase. Voices. There was now two. Three. Six. Eight.

Two armored hands fastened a grip over the head briefly. Shifting the wrists to cover the ears right under the jaw line. A short panic welled inside. Whatever remnant of sanity he had left was leaving and he could see it. Underneath the comfort of his helmet Mr.Hate's bloodshot eyes darted toward his men that looked back to him in question. He had been fine before, why would they offer him help now? The durasteel door slammed shut behind them. It restored power to the area sealing up a wound in the rooms wall in the form of a shield. Open vacuum still reigned here though. High, low, deep and hoarse the voices did not stop.

Stupid.
Loaf.
Turn around! Does he know we are here?
No! Stupid.

The whispers now began to communicate with one another. Kezeroth closed his eyes forcing every atom in his body to bolster into focus. Sheer power of will through a invisible storm. Shooting pains shot up his right arm. Pulsating and throbbing he willed the pain to freeze in place. Holding it at back. It was nothing he couldnt handle. Right?
Right? Is he ignoring us? Yes! Quick here he comes!

No she is here!
Arrrrgggggghhhh!
She's going end.
Consume. Hunger.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop ignoring us!​

We believe in you. Let us..KILL!
Your men are going to die. YOU will end here.
The sun. It burns good.
Stupid!​

A legion of whispers twirled and spun. A tornado scratching away the surface of flesh, muscle and nerve. Terrors. He couldn't hear anything of importance. His thoughts were barely responsible. When the armored titan came to and opened his eyes his pent up anger and annoyance with his confusion was honed on the presence of a new female in the room. Alyson Halle . Whatever was going on the stirred emotion was made palpable with a loud shout.

" Get off of me! I'll karking crushing you! I'll bathe this sector with your insides! Come out now!" His voice shook the room and with a blitz of speed imbue with the force, the Gen'dai rushed forward. An enraged Reek poised to grab the new woman in the room and throw them into the left durasteel wall within the hangar bay. And simultaneously another distinct vibration from within sounded aloud muffled by an army of echos from within.

 

[Bernard]

Allies: The Grayson Imperium, Kuat Defence Forces
Enemies: The Republic, Unknown Intruders, Lanik Dawnstar
Location: Kuat Surface, Forrest
Stalemate

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the incandescent blade of his lightsabre creep ever closer to its mark. The saboteur would only draw three, maybe four more breaths, he reckoned, before his life would be extinguished. All it took was for Bernard to force his sabre a small distance closer, and closer, and closer. The anticipation of being so close to peace was winding up his muscles. He brought strength to bear he never knew he had. The lightsabre began to push faster into the shield than it had before, only a few inches closer and the human would be dead at last.

Instantly all resistance was gone. His knee began falling forwards. His sabre progress was no longer impeded by brass. The sudden ease he felt in pushing forwards surprised the Arkanian. He could feel the human’s hand grip his right wrist in what seemed like an attempt to stop the sabre from slicing into its target, yet the gesture was futile. So close to each other, with so much force packed behind the blade, it would be impossible to avoid the blow. The human had incorrectly assessed his chances, he seemed to be clutching to the smallest ember of luck. The Arkanian’s immediate impression was the human had sensed the impending end of his life and was grasping at straws, imagining that perhaps, just maybe, were he to suddenly do what the Jedi least expected, he might force another error.

A severe miscalculation. Bernard acted with absolute conviction. All his power was devoted to the task at hand, every fibre of his being seeking only to bring about peace. The clarity his realisation had brought him, alongside the newfound reserve of power, would make it impossible for him to fail. There was no path he saw before him but the one that led to his desired outcome. All he had to do was simply to tread it, to plunge the blade into that which he despised the most.

The Arkanian let go of the man’s other arm. All his weight fell behind the sabre, enough to push aside the feeble resistance that yet remained. The frost stopped its ascent as the blade pushed forward. The moment it made contact with the human’s chest all the anticipation broke. Righteous anger turned to burning relief. At that moment Bernard had achieved another victory for the Light. He’d felt this way many times before when striking down more powerful servants of the Dark. A weight that lifted from his shoulders, ridding him of another obstacle that only sought to delay the Jedi’s much-needed salvation. All this anger towards his enemies, all the anticipation of striking down another obstacle, it was all poured into the blade as it pierced the human’s skin and drove itself deeper and deeper, taking with it the unwitting torture the Jedi’s blaze of emotion carried.

Then his world shook. The human’s torso had shifted to the right by a large amount. The entire world seemed to have begun spinning. A dull sensation began spreading throughout his body. He could feel the metal of his lightsabre still in hand, but it felt distant, almost ethereal, as though his fingers were made of water and the hilt threatened to fall through them at any moment. Soon all sensation of the cold around him began to fade, a wheezing sound suddenly dominating his mind as the man before him continued to spin slowly to the right. There was a block in his throat, the wheezing sound, he soon realised, was his attempt to draw breath. A moment later, he flinched involuntarily as his heart sent a shockwave through his body, one beat delayed, he felt its intensity a hundredfold.

Confusion had no time to take root in his mind as he was overwhelmed with these wild and new sensations. Most sensations were soon gone, replaced by an incessant tingle that raced to spread throughout his body. Another wheezing sound, this time much fainter, struggled to be heard above this new cacophony. His eyesight had begun to fail him, once more there were only shapes, his mind knew it was within a forest, but the shapes looked different, brighter. They burned, waving to gain his attention with all their might, but the more they did the more they were pushed to its periphery. He still felt his eyelids close before he finally settled in to rest. The last thing he felt was hope. A hope to dream of snow.

With a quiet thud, the Arkanian’s body settled in the frost at the foot of the hill. He lay on the side, back and legs curled slightly and both arms held close before him. The hilt of his lightsabre dropped near his feet, still and inanimate. The dirtied hair had draped itself over his face, as had his torn cape over his body. All the focus and anger was gone from his face, replaced by a serene emptiness. He appeared calm and peaceful as he lay there, as though he’d simply lain down to rest.

The frost around them slowly began melting underneath the bright sunlight of Kuat’s only star. The song of the bird had paused. Its small form emerged from the treeline in a silent burst. It circled the two combatants once, tiny black eyes not comprehending the event that had transpired, but its curiosity was well alive. Slowly it began to lose altitude with each round until it finally swept downward and came to rest on a small branch a few paces away from the two combatants. It let out a soft chime that carried quietly and softly over the hillside, the gentle rustling of leaves its accompaniment. Kuat’s warm breeze once again picked up. The Arkanian drew his knees closer as he finally embraced his rest.

 

[Maou]

P Placeholder 0128 Fable Solborne Faith Organa Alwine Daye Venandi Republic Engineering
​

There were several covnersations happening at once and the meeting was quickly falling to pieces. Not that the outcome was unwanted...But he had to at least look agitated. Kaito listened to the commando intently, his scowl growing and growing by the moment. There wasn't much they could do against seismic forces and so it would have been foolish to lash out verbally against the man. Instead the diplomat sighed heavily and walked to the Queen and Fable who were with the others still talking to the prisoner.

"Unfortunately it seems as if this museum has lost some of its structural integrity. We have to move," he came right as the other commando began speaking and only managed to catch the last bit. "But it appears as if we already know that. As both Lieutenant Raith and our other security has said we will be leaving. Your Highness," he bowed to the queen, "I would implore you and your aids to come with us. It appears that it is not simply a matter of security but also one of seismic activity that is forcing us to move. A move simply up the street would not be sufficient." He looked over to the Imperium delegation and nodded, "I'm sure you'll be able to do the same."

He glared down at the prisoner. She had been spewing nonsense since she'd been cuffed. He was all for political discourse, and the Agents of Chaos HAD certainly done what their name suggested. For him, they'd played an unexpectedly great role for fall man but now that role had been over played.

"The Republic has ways and avenues for political activism. The chaos you've displayed and the political and physical damage you've caused here today is no less than terrorism. You'll be lucky if the legal system doesn't pin you for attempted assassination on top of your other crimes..." He looked to the white and red clad soldier and nodded, "Take her away. Make sure she doesn't wiggle her way out before we get her into proper brig facilities."

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: The Museum
Wearing: Armor, Comfortable-looking long coat covering it
Wielding: WindWhisper
Allies: Agents of Chaos
Enemies TR/TGI. Still trying to decide if Alderaan's peeps too.
Tags: Vale Vynar Muad Dib Denzul Yorkell Salamander Dak Cataline Holt Steve Holt Avo Faith Organa Venandi Republic Engineering Maou Fable Solborne Cataline Holt Tasha Blackmoor
Objective: Try to get as many words in before maybe getting yeeted out.

"Do you truly believe giving this planet to the Republic or the Imperium makes it safe from invasions?" Alwine asked, casting her gaze back to the brunette woman ( Faith Organa ), hoping that she was someone with a pill, someone who could be convinced, "The Mandalorians had allies. The New Republic had allies. The Core Confederate had allies. Where are they all now? How well did those alliances serve them when the moment of truth arrived?"

No. If there was one thing Alwine was certain of, was that alliances only served the stronger governments. The other side of the bargain always had to do with the leftovers, always had to be afraid that any given moment their allies would turn on them, or worse, ignore their existence during times of need. "The only thing it will do, is protect it from invasions from the Republic or the Imperium," she added.

"I will not pretend, I will not make false promises that I cannot keep," the petite woman resumed, her back still as straight as it had been, the uncomfortable cuffs around her hands and neck not yet affecting her posture, though she knew it was only a matter of time, "But what you speak of, what Alderaan and Kuat are about to do, are not alliances. An alliance leaves you independent. Becoming part of the Republic or the Imperium, however sweet the deal may be structured to sound, does not leave you independent. It leaves your people little above slaves.

What I can promise you – is to let you live your lives. Let you run your planets. You will owe no tithes, no taxes, nothing, for we will not be here once your true independence is secured. We will only come to help protect when others think they can make claims upon you."

And now she cast her sight back to Maou . "Cease your melodramatic accusations. Other than outsmarting the guards of this museum, I have committed no wrongdoings on Alderaan, and you will find proof of otherwise before you continue to attempt to paint me with such titles." Looking back to the brown haired woman he had bowed to, Alwine's features pleaded with her to be reasonable about the situation.

"Keep my in cuffs if you must," she said gently, "but let us speak. There are better ways to resolve this than to sell Alderaan and Kuat to the highest bidders."

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Location: the Ring
Objective: fight one bad guy for now
Additional Tag: Vora Kaar
Allies: Grayson Imperium
Enemies: Apparently everyone else for whatever unjustified reasoning.




More death…

Total death.

Who shall pay?

The Medium's senses heightened, causing a slight cock to her head as she momentarily fell into her internal thoughts.

Which is more guilty? The one who orchestrated the vulnerability of those murdered? Or the one who dealt them to their final moments?

The spirits beckoned for retribution. Nay; they demanded it! Herself having been witnessed by them as her previous attempt to free them had been foiled, her victory washed out by her capture by Darth Assimilus . The slaves then lost all hope, when their repeated attempts to call out to the Nightsister to rouse her had been unsuccessful.

Both are equally guilty!

Pomsty had been assisting an orphanage when the slaver arrived to add to his collection. The abuse of the helpless and the innocent caused a sour taste in her mouth. A Force Sensitive orphan boy who had followed her around like a shadow, to whom she found herself to have quickly brewed a motherly connection, is suddenly found to exist no more.

Pom Stych Tivé's head twitched as she reached out for him in thought. The corner of her lip curled into a sneer. Her eyes narrowed, brow furrowed, and she growled like the huntress she once was. She did not know how to handle the way his loss caused her to feel. Tears formed within her eyes as her pupils roiled upward. Her head bobbed upon her shoulders.

'I do need you. I don't need comfort. I need you,' she said with everything she had to the Fanged God of the Nightsisters of Dathomir. Ashla is love and for those in need. The Mistress Pom Stych Tivé did not feel herself to be in need, but as a means of retribution, a voice for the voiceless, a conduit for the damned.

Pomsty became the object of that conduit. Black orbs materialized out from the dark nothing that made space. The Legion of spirits trailed through the bulkhead and into the corridor where she and Draconis Caesar stood. Pomsty stood, her eyes open, and herself consciously aware of their request. The little orphan boy materialized in front of the others, he glowed of the Spirit of Ichor. The specter spoke for the souls of all the slaves.

"I love you, Mistress. We'll take care of each other. You know we will." The specter of the boy raised his one hand up and the Fanged God of the Nightsisters stepped out of his darkness, appearing before them all. The boy grasped hold of this god of Dathomir and then he approached his Mistress.

Pomsty looked upon them both before turning her palms towards them in welcome, and the Legion suddenly rushed her body, possessing her being. She swallowed them up into her essence.

There is a potion for everything, she believes. As there are those to inflict death, so are there those which protect life. She animated once again, stepping down the hall, her fingertips trailing straight for the Potion she required, passing a second to Draco if he wished to partake in her ways. If not, he would sustain his own breath in his own fashion.

Pomsty downed the Potion to fortify her body as she grabbed hold of Draco's hand to Apparate them to safer ground as the Creature faced impending destruction while it collided with the Kuat satellite. Apparation dismantled the Molecules of their Organic Matter, and she streamed herself and Draco towards the spike of hate and evil, re-materializing them both on board the Ring.

'That's him alright!' the spirits of the dead affirmed.

She immediately identified Alyson Halle as she knew her from before, from a mission of the Army of Light upon Tython. Pomsty immediately noted the incredibly pure Light which the Jedi Master bore, knowing full well she could never join her in such purity. But the Witch could help purge one evil doer from this part of the galaxy, as Kezeroth’s senseless acts of cruelty and violence, and undeserving rendering of oppression are even against the Ways of the Nightsisters. Her own sinister renderings being those directly resulting of merited justice. Nightsisters don’t often get directly involved unless provoked. Pomsty found herself so provoked.

The Nightsister immediately took the side of the Jedi Master and stood beside her, as she was befriended by the Grayson Imperium for the past few months now, and considered a few among them as close as family which is an honor she cherishes.

The Spirit of Ichor dripping from her hands, she reveled in the reparation between herself and her first god. Her mind rang with wording of ancient incantations as she fortified herself, preparing to deflect some indeterminable incoming attack, a pillar of green flame erected between herself and the Sith.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: SURVIVE
Equipment: Aspis Combat shield, Lightsaber
Location: Kuat's Surface
Tags: Bernard
Mercy

What burned more than the lightsaber were the waves of anger and hatred that radiated from the Arkanian. If those emotions were made tangible Lanik was sure he would’ve been disintegrated just from the sheer magnitude in which they were exuded. How could one Jedi hate another so much? How could such an individual even be a follower of the light? They carried as many negative emotions as the Dark Jedi, Lanik had ran into months prior. This was the horror of the Imperium Jedi. Those that gave themselves over to darker emotions in the name of the light? Where in the code, where in all of galactic history was this the way of the Jedi?

The only thing keeping Lanik alive was the force in these moments, his eyes watered, his ribs the color of charcoal as the lightsaber fell free its blade retreating into the hilt. The Jedi’s legs wanted to give out but Lanik didn’t let himself fall. Bending forward, his chest rising and falling the human was well aware of his missing ribs and his destroyed insides. So much sweat cascaded down Lanik’s face one would think he’d just hopped out of the shower.

Looking down to the resting Arkanian, Lanik knew that if their positions had been switched the other would’ve finished Lanik without question, without remorse. That was not the way, nor was the human in any shape to arrest the Arkanian, all he could hope was that one day they’d see their fault in the light. Or that should they meet again it be under more favorable circumstances where they’d be able to reconcile their differences.

Back turning on the fallen Jedi, Lanik cast one look back before he began limping away. Hand pressed against the wound the human limped through the forest of Kuat. Once more the singing of the creatures seemed to return, the light from above penetrating the thick canopy. Despite this Lanik’s body felt cold, almost freezing. Darkness swam at the edges of his vision. A fit of coughs started in the Jedi’s core that brought him down to his knees, his hand moving from the wound to his mouth as he felt a thick viscous liquid escaping his throat.

From between his fingers, Lanik watched as the ichor of life leaked through and down to the grass. His breathing becoming uneven, the strength fleeing his body he collapsed. Summoning up what bit of strength he had left the man rolled onto his back staring up and to Kuat’s primary. The warmth of the star did little to comfort the Jedi in what he knew could be his final moments.

In these moments Lanik remembered a time that felt forever ago, a boy running across the icy plains of Mirial. One that knew not the horrors of the galaxy, that had true friends, that had a home and family. He remembered the taste of his first love’s lips, the sensation of her touch on his skin. They were all gone, taken in Mirial incident, but now it was finally time for him to see them again.

Giving in to the darkness Lanik’s eyes began to close. “I could’ve done so much more, but I’m coming. I’m coming home.”

“No my child, it is not yet your time.” The voice was clear as crystal as it penetrated Lanik’s mind. The Jedi’s body jerking upright the darkness pushed away, more blood spouting free of his mouth. Head-turning to and fro Lanik could not see where it originated but he knew it.

“Father?” Anyone else would’ve thought it a hallucination, but no Lanik had felt it, he’d felt their presence. They’d been there, giving him just enough to live on for a bit longer.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Oh very well it seemed.

I began to draw closer and closer to Mr. Hate and I could feel something wrong with him. I cared little since he knew how to handle himself though. Entering in which I found myself with another Individual. Brightened Presence. A Jedi no less. Clearly stated as they spoke for the Greyson Imperium. I smiled brightly. Holding my hands up. Oh the chatter on the radios. This Jedi came here to fight Mr. Hate on a one on One fight. Seemingly having others who wanted to join this party. One of which, was a Witch. Ichor dropped from her hands at her command. Oh have I seen these fanatics before.

However, this one seemed brighter. Almost as though this one wasn't one of the coveted Nightsisters. Likely just your general witch. Either way, I smiled brightly as I reached a hand out. Sending a push within the force directly for this purple witch.

"Nuh uhh. Mr. Hate and the Jedi have a mono e mono. Attempt to lay a finger on the Gen'Dai here, and I will see to it that you dont breathe."

However, it seems that Mr. Hate here was getting a little too into it. Raging and I could feel the darkness swelling within him. Something different was happening. I took a quick peek at his presence. Feeling it was strangely different. One that had an air of... black hate. It hungered. Greatly. Smiling brightly at what was going on.

"Ms. Jedi, You may fight the scary monster if you wish. However, should any of these so called allies of yours interfere, You will find I am not a suitable host. Please do keep your pets on a leash."

Drawing my sword, I moved over to some crates that had not left the area, Resting down to lean against one, and simply playing with the edge of the blade.

Darth Assimilus Alyson Halle Draconis Caesar Pom Stych Tivé

 

[Alyson Halle]

Things always had a sort of pattern, a pattern which led to periods of increasing and decreasing chaos in ones life. Right now chaos was at its peak which left Alyson attempting to manage several different distinct problems simultaneously. The most urgent of which was the wall she was about to hit. Kezeroth was a Gendai, she had read of their kind before, large beasts of pure muscle, almost unkillable. The best she could hope for was to subdue the creature until its rage subsided.

Right now, she had to not break every bone in her body. She quickly used a blast of telekentic energy to slow her speed, before using a slow thrust to dampen the rest of the impact. Understanding the basics of physics was just as important as understanding the force when was was in combat. She could see that this man used Mandalorian Iron, energy would be no use here.

From here she had a fraction of a second to think, which meant she had to think off of instinct. She heard the message Mazik Stazi sent over the comms, she would have to leave responding to her lieutenant.

She launched back at the Gendai, using force enhanced speed to grab a piece of rebar at the ground. She slid past him swinging the piece at his leg. The force granted her enough strength to break the piece of rebar upon it. She had no idea if it would work, but she would need to figure out something before she died.

Then she saw Pom Stych Tivé arrive, she should have felt her presence, but she supposed the busy work made it near impossible to keep track of anyone here. Seeing as speaking was useless in the lack of atmosphere, Alyson sent a tendril into the witch's mind hopefully allowing them to communicate.

Pom, I have given my word, this is my battle alone.

The tendril was then cut as quickly as it was created, to focus all of her efforts on the Gendai before her.

---

Lieutenant Boehler was not prepared to handle this situation. He was no politician, no nobles son, nothing of the sort. He was a common born, he only held his position due to sheer military talent. To command directly under the Empress was considered a great honor, and for a commoner to hold that position bred a lot of resentment among the other officers.

Here he was, the fate of the day was in his hands. The decision was all his. A lesser man would choke, falter, and hide in a corner, a greater man would fail due to his own hubris. Lieutenant Boehler was just a man, and a man would do perfectly well.

He opened up the comms channel, speaking in a well practiced, clinical voice. He had spent much time learning to speak like this, he wished to command respect from those under him. Before speaking he ensured that the recorder was still operating, he wanted to make sure that this showed up on his accountability report.

"Greetings Admiral Stazi, I am Lieutenant Boehler of the Meridian Home guard, speaking on behalf of Empress Alyson Halle. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have, but she is currently engaged in a duel against the slaver leader as she had given her word to do so in an attempt to spare the lives of the slaves which had covered their vessel.

As to your first point, the Directorate were allowed access to the system, the same as you, as we are not at war we had no reason to tell any of you to go away. The Directorate were not told to open fire and elected to do it on their own, as you can now see, our forces have opened fire on the Directorate for their murder of several thousand innocent people. I know of no stronger way of informing you that they are in no way associated with us or our forces.

Secondly, if you do not believe us, please allow me one moment to get Elane Kuat on the line. I assure you that my Empress would never blatantly lie to a foreign dignitary. It is disrespectful and unbecoming of a Meridian."

Lieutenant Boehler fumbled around with his comms panel, finding the channel that Loske Treicolt was operating under. "Ms. Matson, this is Lieutenant Boehler at the command center. The Republic Admiral questions the veracity of the Kuati people's willing entry into the Grayson Imperium. It would be greatly appreciated if you would get Elane Kuat on the line. Thank you."

Now all there was to do was wait.

Darth Assimilus Vora Kaar Andien Gale

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Location: Kuat Drive Yard Rings
Objective: Protection for Lady Elane of Kuat (Formerly: Unjam the ommunications)
Proximity: Chief/IC-104 ? / Club Alyson Halle and Darth Assimilus / Vora Kaar (Bouncer) / Pom Stych Tivé (Flash, and maybe you can get in?)
Music: Dream on?​

Spoiler

See spot catch up. Watch spot catch up. PM spot if things are missed.

The con of getting the communications to work meant they were accessible by people other than those intended. Alwine Daye ’s broadcast filled the quarantine space that the Padawan and noblewoman occupied. For a few candid moments, Loske’s reactions betrayed her with each syllable that coursed through the airwaves. She looked over toward the woman of Kuat, as if to appraise her reaction.

Lady Elane had none, and met Loske’s searching eyes with a stare of steeled resolve. “Don’t worry yet, little Jedi. Once past glories are restored, then those pretty words hold more meaning.”

Lady Elane grinned with her teeth at the man, the intention behind her smile shifting from Cedric to the IGBC rep. It seemed she wasn't a veyr choosy woman. "Kuat has been left to rot for too long. There are those among us that decry joining the Imperium, and the Republic for that matter, but the enlightened understand that we cannot return to past glories on our own."

Her gaze darted between Dorian and Cedric. "What exactly did you plan on proposing regarding the yards? How would you see them restored?"

Cedric spoke, "The Imperium would fund the reconstruction of the yards, whilst IGBC would be given an exclusive contract to operate out of a small section, which they would be responsible for restoring. The IGBC's presence would bring your people a very lucrative source of income, and the Imperium stands more than ready to sacrifice for those beneath its banner."

The knowing simper of Lady Elane didn’t reassure the kiffar very much, but it seemed she wouldn’t leap across the room and try to strangle her. Or anything otherwise so irrational. The dark haired woman merely pursed her ruby lips. Though the words from the speaker of the house held some merit for both the women, and each pocketed mustard grain-sized nuggets in their pockets for a later date.

The chaos outside did not wane. Helplessly dedicated to her post, Loske pressed her hands against the glass and looked out at the tumult amidst the stars. Republic Ships were still firing on Imperium ships, even after the Kuat fleet had stopped firing.

“It seems my moves of good faith are not well met.” She observed, drawing next to the blonde youth.

“Did you send the message to disengage?”

“My fleet? Yes. I did. The communications you freed, are The Republic able to communicate with their fleet?”

Frank, from the area he’d been manipulating the transmitters, gave an affirmative hhooop. Yes.

“Then The Republic must not be telling their fleet to cease and desist.” The lady mused, lifting slender fingers to stroke her angular chin. Ice-like gaze pierced through the glass and to the outlines of ships above. “Perhaps my brother was right in his quest for neutrality..” she murmured under her breath, hardly an audible musing. Yet, she had chosen a side despite his efforts to remain everlasting. His death commemorating martyrdom on behalf of a choice.

He who only wanted to continue his neutrality and now he would be a martyr for the continued support of the Imperium.

"We'll have to protect the Kuati if these creatures return. I'm going to get the motion passed now. Keep me updated."

Not one to waste any further time, Cedric made for one of the nearby hangers. There was little doubt in his mind that The Ten would go against unity with Coruscant now.

There was no time to mourn. One of the enemy ships was approaching far too rapidly for it to follow the typical docking procedures.

Suddenly, Loske doubled over with a wave of nausea at the ample deaths that rippled through the force. The back of her hand against her mouth while she forced down the bile that threatened to project into the room.

Darn this Jedi sensitivity to death thing. Darn it to heck.

“Now’s not the time to get space sick, Jedi.” Lady Elane warned, watching the devastation with a cool, calculated resolve. She was seeing dollars and legacy being shattered into the vacuum of space, less so lives.

Loske waved her away, swallowing deeply and feeling the burn all the way back down to her belly.

They were a few “joints” away from the intrusion, but an impact htat large, against an equally elephantine structure was devastating. Such a malfunction had been unforseen, given they weren’t prepared for any sort of attack. Why would they expect anything? The Sith were off doing other things. All the space they shared was with another peaceful, lightsided faction -- goes to show how assumptions really do make a prefix of the suffix of you and me.

While Mr. Hate’s ship broke through shield after shield, and crumpled through metal, Loske moved to give Frank a yoink through the Force and draw him near to Lady Elane, encapsulating the trio in a barrier that would protect them from the shattering glass as the formerly fanciful room started to crack and groan with the pressure of the nearby impact.

“We should probably move.”

Lady Elane gave her a duh expression, and allowed the padawan to escort them further away from the threat. All the while, Loske could feel the pull of darkness that swelled around her friends and wanted nothing more than to be by their side, and less so the figurehead of the driveyards. Nevertheless, programmed as a pilot with a singular objective, she knew how to prioritize her mission. So she ushered the lady to safety -- or at least an area a little further from the quarrels.

Hark! An incoming message to Frank! It seemed Loske was playing operator for this encounter. Dial zero, speak to your favourite kiffar! Hold please.

“It’s for you..” Loske huffed, catching her breath and resting her hands against her thighs as she gestured lazily toward Frank for the lady Elane. There’d been a lot of protective exertion for the Force baby.

Apparently the noblewoman was accustomed to calls being directed to her, and she intercepted it with enviable poise. “Lady Elane of Kuat,” she introduced herself with a tone as slick as honey. There were a few mmm, mhmmm, mhmmms of acknowledgement to the back and forth. “Yes, patch me through. We’ve made our choice. My people have disarmed themselves for that decision.”

She assumed the network would connect her to The Republic envoy as promised, Mazik Stazi and Andien Gale . Both quite..blue. How patriotic!

 

[Mazik Stazi]

CITY OF ASHES
BATTLEGROUP DURO
INNER KUAT SYSTEM
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"Shut that drek off," Admiral Stazi growled, signalling for his communications pit to sever the transmission with Alyson Halle and Loske Treicolt , "I have little use for the rambling excuses of a glorified aide and we have no way of knowing if the Lady Kuat has been compromised."

He spat the last word out as if it were some venomous thing.

"Signal the fleet, full sublight. Charge main batteries!"

Republic officers scrambled to comply. Mazik's battlecruiser was now bearing down on both the Imperium and Directorate forces with a phalanx of star defenders in tow. He was positively seething with rage. The Directorate's history of unprovoked aggression and collateral damage was a matter of public record. He judged the Imperial commanders to be criminally negligent at best, actively complicit at worse.

"Approaching weapons range, Admiral."

He was gripping his fists together so tight that he drew blood.

"All guns, o-" the words caught in his throat. He clutched his chest.

"Sir? Say again?"

The duros staggered. He could not breathe. One of his officers repeated the question but her voice sounded very far away. Everything seemed to slow down. Mazik felt the deck lurch up to meet him.

"Admiral! Are you well, sir?!" dimly he could felt a presence lean over him, "The Admiral's collapsed! Get a med team to the bridge at once!"

"Say again?! Do we fire? Do we engage?"

"Tal..." he rasped weakly, "...drogo..."

"Captain Andien Gale !" the panicked transmission was sent out into the void, "What are your orders?"