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Junction CRISIS ON KUAT II | GA & NIO Junction of Korbin & Anzat


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G R U N G E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
IMPERIAL ARMY SPECIAL FORCES 'STORM COMMANDOS'
1st GROUP | OPERATIONAL DETACHMENT ALPHA 'VANDAL'
ODA ATTACHED TO | IMPMAG in support of KPF
Armor | Rifle | Pistol | Grenades

NIO | Jordi Massad Jordi Massad | Don Belkora Don Belkora | Rika Hiro Rika Hiro | Karissa Saitel | Iseri Tanaka Iseri Tanaka
RA | CH3 CH3 | IVI IVI | Bernard Bernard
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BARRA BARRA
COMPNOR-IMPAF JOINT OPERATION 'RIGHTEOUS CLAIM'
KUAT '74

The team waited, each of them peering through recce optics unto the forming crowd, venue and event. A sniper, designated marksman was posted up near the window, far enough way as to not give away the distinct silhouette of a lurching sniper or the shine of the optics yet close enough to keep a good eye on the events around them. The rebels were slick, Kolson had to give them that. Several air speeders, up armored vehicles gave the impression to be the vessel of transportation for the Queen, seeing their signatures run past and through their motion sensor scopes, Grunge motioned to Priest, one of Vandal's two comm specialists to tap into the chatter to discern Kuat's true location. If they could blow her out of the sky, all the better, but even Grunge knew that opportunity ran as soon as it came.

From their vantage point, one of the Commandos managed to lock a positive on the droid who snatched the soul of one of the Imperial sympathizers before moving on. Rebel asset, had to be. Salvo piped the sight back to Grunge who nodded once, tapping the comlink to contact agent code named 'Shiv' in the crowd proper.

<"Shiv- be careful. We have a rebel asset not too far by, keep an eye on it. Looks like some sort of protocol droid, I'll ping it on our motion sensors. Keep eyes on the venue."> Grunge communicated before he flicked the channel to Yubari.

<"It's almost showtime, how we lookin'?"> He asked the way of Lady Silence, his eyes narrowing as he peeled his gaze over the growing event, the powder keg ready to burst before him. A rebel decoy airspeeder made its way past the window of the room they were posted in, the rapid movement sending hairs rising on the back of his neck as he swiped a hand in front of the crimson light emerging from his HUD goggles before lowering it down and sighting his weapon toward the window once more.

Their position might've been fully given up were it not for the motion sensor jammer squarely placed between the three of them, shrouding them on any local scanners.

These next few minutes leading up to the Queen's arrival would be far more anxiety-ridden than the moment they had to pull the trigger. And the clock was ticking far too slowly for Vrask's liking.
 

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INSIDE THE SHIPYARDS
KNIGHT-COLONEL | 501st ATTACHE
IMP.KNIGHT PATTERN ARMOUR | LIGHTSABERS
SCAR SQUADRON: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken Volgin Alto Lily Stevens
WAR HOGS: Traden Avarice Traden Avarice Keiran Varn Zav Traros Zav Traros Phaineve Halseigh Phaineve Halseigh Monos Monos

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During the brevity granted between skirmishes, the White Cloak was a silent specter. The carnage he wrought, ignored. Left behind in his wake as the bottom of his ivory cloak dragged over the corpses he stepped over, smearing a bloody trail across the Shipyards floors as they joined with another platoon.

Draco stared ahead, always. Save for the times he'd blankly look in the direction of the Sarge, or the lieutenants he spoke to as they were re-tasked. While he was used to the preferential treatment the legions of the Crusade were granted, often finding himself to have a command forfeited to him merely for his position as a Knight, he was ill-prepared for the quickness that officers accepted their orders. Special Forces or not.

No one wants to lead through this mess. The lack of orders didn't help, and the Young Knight imagined that to have someone giving them out, lifted the weight of responsibility from the green officers.

The helmets did not help to make that observation, but the pale, phantom-like faces of the cranial protecting headwear, hid the expressions of relief and the unknotting of tension tied brows. Their armour protected them from the enemy as much as their own subordinates seeing weakness.

But not to him.

Through the Force, he saw all. Perceived the weakness that no soldier wanted their brothers-in-arms to see.

He'd make no comment, and continued to look ahead to the next skirmish.

Rising up from behind the palisade as the Kuati Natives charged ahead, Atticus spent a second to watch the first of them drop, felled both by defensive and friendly fire before his helmeted skull snapped in the direction of the TEMPEST's sealed archway. He suspected there was a boarding tunnel behind that door. If Sarge enacted his plan too early, it'd be near impossible to get pas-

"There are Jedi here."

In the direction of Mauler, he nodded, a silent go ahead to move forward.

"They are beyond your abilities... Continue without me, I will handle them."

After years of combating wielders of the CRIMSON BLADE, the Once-Sith was excited to finally come face to face with a JEDI. To think that, he'd been on Coruscant, fought in its defense, and he'd not seen a single Jedi throughout the entire trip. Prior to this, Kuat's Secession was merely another mission. Monotonous, but necessary for the future of the Empire. But now? There was some excitement in his voice, a spring to his step even.

In similar fashion at the last skirmish, Draco leapt over the barricade, elongated hilt in hand, igniting into a bright ivory blade that crossed over his body, batting away bolts as they came close, right back to their source. One marine whose head lingered over their palisade for too long received it back in their skull, throwing them back, already dead. It was not long before they learned from their mistakes, but the overt amount of fire from the 11th Platoon kept him protected, at least in those first seconds.

Whizzing bolts whipped past him as he moved through the bay, unperturbed, towards the Alliance's Lines...

A silent challenge to the naked eye, but through the empyrean he reached out to Keiran Varn and Traden Avarice Traden Avarice . A call to battle. A thrown gauntlet.
 

Spirit of Judgement

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NPCing:
The Lady Elane of Kuat



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As the speeder truck came to a halt, Elane caught a glimpse of her fellow revolutionaries, the men and women of Kuat who'd stayed true to the rightful ruler and now sought to return her to the throne. The tension in their movements, a little too quick and too erratic, stood out like a sore thumb. They didn't show it though, no in their expressions or their quiet exchanges. Though they weren't military, these sons and daughters of Kuat made their Iron Regent proud in their adherence to duty.

It almost made coming back here worth it.

Elane had no illusions about either the bloodshed befalling her people on her behalf or the struggle ahead of them to return her throne. Her dear Julius was a gifted scoundrel in addition to being a festering rotworm, and that made him dangerous. No doubt he had various tricks up his sleeve that would cost more of her followers their lives, if not the Alliance, who were already deeply involved in the civil war engulfing Kuat.

She sighed, massaging her temple. Her reprieve didn't last long, however, as the pallets covering her were suddenly ripped away. That was her cue.

The Iron Regent, Elane of Kuat, rose to her full height. Her hair had gone fully grey, and the lines on her face had only deepened, but she still knew how to strike an imperious figure. Refusing any help, she stepped down from the truck to a loud cheer. Elane waved to them as she began to walk. On either side of her armed men and women cleared a corridor through the crowd of Kuati, directly toward a makeshift stage.

More and more Kuati citizens rushed into the square as she ascended the steps onto the stage. By the time she took the podium, centre stage, the entire square was full with faces. Cheering, curious, elated, but above all hopeful.

She tapped the loudspeaker she'd been given, testing it for its functionality, and once satisfied she began to speak.

"People of Kuat," a small cameradroid hovered a few paces before her, broadcasting her speech on all frequencies. "My name is Lady Elane of Kuat. Once upon a time, you will have known me as your Lord Regent. Before that rotworm of a man Loghain deposed me in his coup to bring the mantle of tyranny to this once free and prosperous system. Now, over a decade later, look what he has done. He has plunged our strong and proud system into civil war, brought off-worlders onto our pristine surface, used you for his political ambitions, brought the war to our doorstep, and brought everything we've built for thousands of years into jeopardy, all for the benefit of his own bloated, festering ego."

The crowd roared. Her speech was off to a good start.

 
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E M P E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE IRONCLAD

Caarlyle Rausgeber Caarlyle Rausgeber
Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Auteme Auteme | The Arbiter The Arbiter | Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe

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He immediately came acquainted with the political tact of Aerarii Tithe. Fitting per the man's origins in the vital organs of the Sith Empire's bureaucracy. As he spoke, Rurik's image portrayed iron indifference. He portrayed strength, seeking to stand himself taller than the rest of the meritless parasites at either side of him, looking Fel in the face in brazen defiance if only from the distance and matters that separated them. They both knew the cold reality- any talk between them was largely empty. There was no hope of escalating this conflict to war. Even though Rurik operated at the will of the sword, the right of the conqueror the means of strength- the war with the Maw was far too a demanding effort to escalate the conflict with the Alliance to even a regional status.

With the Rebel Alliance brewing as well within Imperial borders, to lash out and strike was an infeasible gamble.

But even so, he had to play the game. These politicians spoke in legal and holonet provocative terms. Thus, Rurik would lay things out simply.

"Spoken eloquently, Chancellor. The Sith Empire groomed you well. How proud they would be to see one of their own openly manipulating the Galaxy's democratic power so brazenly. The Empire's sole operations in the Kuat system are the protection of its lawful assets, property of which the Alliance has no regard for. No respect for the fruits of the labor of the people of Kuat- it has clearly failed in its duty as a government to act in its interest, the interest of its people." Rurik iterated narrowing his eyes before speaking once more.

"But Kuat hardly seems to be one with the Alliance now, it is an independent system by its own decree and the Empire will respect its sovereign will to self-governance. Such is the way of politics, Chancellor. Fail to act in the interests of your people...and they will make due themselves without you, a harsh lesson perhaps. But not to waste any more breath, our fighting men and women are killing one another in open combat. Instruct your military command to call for a stand-down and yield the docks to the Empire until our assets have been accounted for, secured, and delivered back to safety. Under these terms, I will make amends with the open act of terrorism the Alliance's paid criminals have committed upon the Empire." Rurik iterates. While Tithe intentionally targetted the presence of Imperial operatives on Kuat, to entice Fel into admitting the Empire's involvement- he ignored the matter completely, shining light only on the ill of the Alliance.

Or, the perception of it that was.
 




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Location: Kuat Central Space Traffic Systems
Gear:
Storm Armor Mk. IV
REC Scatter Gun
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol

Tags: Zoraya Ives-Ayres Zoraya Ives-Ayres Gillan Eru Gillan Eru

Wow, this guy had to be green. The ‘I can’t hear you trick’ hardly worked in actual combat. She made a not to exclude that from the after action report. He might have been the enemy, but Mirinda wasn’t heartless; unlike a certain Imperial standing beside her.

She was a bit surprised that Zoraya was going with the little song and dance, but Mirinda wasn’t going to complain. The Imp was doing a good job acting like the nitwit she really was, so that meant Mirinda could be the best tech support she could be. The fans in the corridors deployed, sucking out the strangely lingering smoke in the corridor, but this was more of a consequence of her slicing prowess. Whatever moron coded the security system interlinked it with the atmosphere controls. That was just a recipe for disaster. Then she realized why that was, contagion protocols. She had to cycle the air of the room before the door would open. Basically to go forward, they'd have to close the door that jedi just came in from. Which meant they'd be trapped until the air cycle finished.

Still, she could put this to use, and with the sealed suits that the pair wore…

Oh yea, this was going to go great. The door behind the padawan sealed shut, and Mirinda stepped away from the door, her hands remaining at her side. “No offense sir, but I don’t think taking our helmets off is a good idea. Don’t you smell that?” There was a loud roar that filled the room as the atmosphere in the room began to be vented out into space. “Smells like victory.”

Sometimes you had to stack the deck to win the game. Unfortunately, her hand really seemed to suck at the moment. Moving to draw her scatter gun, Mirinda was starting to question her life decisions.
 
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NIV Tregessar, The Hydian Way
Admiral Regent
Rurik Fel Rurik Fel
Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe | The Arbiter The Arbiter | Annasari Annasari | Auteme Auteme
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Carlyle sat silently as Tithe dictated terms to the Emperor. The man sat silently, trying to abate his own wheezing. But nonetheless failed to do so, as he continuously gargled. A natural side effect to having part of ones jaw shot off. "Admiral Regent." Carlyle snapped to Tithe. There was a distinguishing difference between the terms. One referred to those he considered allies. Comrades even. The other was a rather generic rank. Admiral Regent was a rank he had ascended to. A place amongst those who sought to enter the New Imperial inner circle. That, even of the profligate Emperor who now reigned. "Admiral Regent is head of the Navy. Grand Admiral, refers to my lieutenants." He corrected, a cool gaze settling on the Alliance chancellor.

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You are mistaken, Chancellor." Carlyle glowered shooting a glare to Tithe, "When I referred to prisoners, I referred to the Alliance commanders who have fired upon my subordinate fleet above Kuat. I have just received the reports here." He tried a smile, although it didn't really look like one, given the present condition of his dental health. "But also to the assassin," He gestured to the gaping hole in his cheek, "Who attempted to eliminate me." Rausgeber then turned his head for effect, before turning back, facing the Alliance delegation head on. "No. I believe that the situation on Kuat-" He was cut short by a short burst of horrific coughing. Bursts of blood, almost in aerosol form were witnessable, even on the crackled signal of the conference. "The situation on KUAT." Carlyle raised his fist, and slammed it against his chest, almost as if he were recalibrating himself.

"Is a native, organisation." He glared at Tithe, and then at Lowe. "It is, to me at least," The Admiral Regent rasped, "Difficult to see how you two especially, could forget the benefits of Empire." He paused, and spluttered a little, more red mist appearing, "With the chaos, the Maw inflicts." Carlyle spat, with particular venom. Specifically aimed at Lowe. "The Empire's political position is this." Rausgeber stated with some pride. Bloodstained uniform and all. "Is we will defend, and aid those whom within the Alliance's sphere of influence, believe Coruscant is incapable of defending them."

"It was New Imperial blood, who ended the tyranny of the Sith! Of Clan Zambrano," Rausgeber proclaimed, wheezing heavily, and spluttering throughout his proclamation. "It will be New Imperial blood, who end the Maw." He continued, slamming his chest with a clenched fist, "And it will be the Empire. Imperial lives. Imperial doctrine. Imperial discipline. And imperial sacrifice," Carlyle wheezed, "Which will continue to defend the Galaxy against the existential threats posed to it by narcissists." A glare to Tithe.

"I would presuppose, the current predicament of your regime," Carlyle spat in contempt, "Upon your own administrations inability to curb Maw incursions into the Deep Core." Rausgeber sneered, "You lack the self-awareness Chancellor, to smell the fear. The inevitability of your regime's collapse." He added, before looking across the entirety of the Alliance delegation, "Heed my words Chancellor. None of these whelps," He sneered. Which to his credit, looked absolutely hideous, "Look to have the wherewithal to embark on a long campaign. I see no Fortan's. No Tavlars. No warriors. I see politicians. Weaklings with nothing but spin. No conviction to fight the war that is necessary. That is vital, for civilised existence to continue."

"Kuat realised early enough what is necessary to be done." Rausgeber glowered, "The rest of you, I would advise to heed the warning signs, lest you end up on the streets. Struck to a lamppost to watch your world die."
 
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The beginning statements had seemed to be a good start forward, however... as the parties began to go back and forth, it was quickly getting bleaker by the minute. The Arbiter hoped to pull back on the reins some... that is... if the others on the call would allow it.

"I find it interesting that such accusations are being levied against us, when there is clear evidence that, before the declaration of independence was ever uttered, there were known agents of the NIO on Kuat who were intentionally pursuing and assassinating Alliance citizens. While we can point fingers all day at each other, because surely, blood has been spilled on both sides… I believe we all want something similar. Let us put an end to the bloodshed that is currently underway, before we find ourselves crossing an unforgivable line that results in war. Neither of us can afford as much, with the Maw still running rampant throughout the galaxy."

The Arbiter looked at Tithe for a moment, contemplating how best to pull back to what both the Chancellor and the Empire had first suggested before things had gotten more aggressive,

"Please, by all means, take what is yours, as the Chancellor suggested. And remove your agents from the planet as well. If you truly desire to honor the decisions of an independent system, then surely you can understand that such transitions of political importance take time to flesh out. A mere declaration, while notable, is not official until it has gone through the proper procedures. So legally, you are in Alliance territory still. Please honor this process and remove your assets. I can assure you that we are more than willing to investigate every action that has transpired recently, and to hold those of our own accountable who had overreached or spilled innocent blood… But if you believe that we wouldn’t expect the same from you, then it seems your intentions are already clear and you have no intention for peace between us. I truly hope such is not the case."
 
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Tag: Iris Arani Iris Arani , Valery Noble Valery Noble

Briana had been out of the cockpit for too long.

Settled into the padded ejection seat, she kept a loose hand on the control stick in front of her, lost in thought.

Flying a ship was something she’d always taken pride in, having on many occasions forced her siblings to give up their spot in the pilot's seat so she could take over the controls. The life of a Jedi hadn’t given her many opportunities where her primary focus was aerial combat and there was a small part of her that felt excited at the prospect; however, a hint of trepidation lined that sentiment, effectively keeping her sober.

On approach to Kuat and ready to drop from hyperspace, Briana’s posture shifted, becoming more alert. The swirls twisted and morphed around her, starlines fading in the back.

Valery’s voice came over their shared channel.


"Lock S-foils in attack position — priority is defending our own ships,"

“On it.” Briana responded, using her left hand to flip the necessary switches to lock her fighter's S-foils into attack position while her right stayed steady on the controls.

"Iris, initiate the Meld, and let's make sure none of those bombers reach our ships."

<I'm ready.>

She felt the nudge from Iris. A comforting and familiar feeling on the edge of her peripheral, her faith and trust giving way to the bond between the three of them and letting go, sliding effortlessly like a tide rushing out to sea and into the meld. They were with her. Together. One mind.


“Let’s begin.”

“On your mark.”



 
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Keiran Varn

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REBEL ALLIANCE
LOCATION: KUAT DRIVE YARDS HANGAR
MISSION: SITREP: FUBAR, ENGAGE SECESSIONISTS
EQUIPMENT: SINGLE BLADED AMETHYST LIGHTSABER | HG-54 "THE VORA" CLASS VERPINE HAND CANNON | COMLINK

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WAR HOGS: Traden Avarice Traden Avarice Zav Traros Zav Traros Monos Monos Phaineve Halseigh Phaineve Halseigh
SCAR SQUADRON: Atticus Draco Atticus Draco Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken Lily Stevens Volgin Alto

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Back and forth the shots went. They a distinct BOOM came, not too far from the Alliance position. Immeadiately the Jedi Padawan knew who it was. As soon as the massive Frankentank the War Hogs endearingly called Mr Cuddles lumbered into the fray, Keiran knew that the rest of his unit weren't going to be far behind. He peered atop the tank, and nodded with a knowing smile and the madman he called his Master. As a member of the War Hogs, it was an imperative at any time that making war was their main duty.

"WAR HOGS!! ENGAGE!!"


Keiran thought he could hear a slight cheer come from the lines but it was drowned out by the twin repeating blaster cannons pumping out havoc in its purest form at the enemies. He started forward, slicing downwards into a block, a number of darts of red blaster fire hit the purple blade and were sent off in many directions. He batted away a blaster bolt headed straight for the Marine stood just next to him, before another wizzed just past his head, the red-hot plasma slightly singing his silvery blonde hair, and he saw a few strings of hair on the floor beside his boot. He had to respect the fighting spirit of the Kuati Patriots and the 501st, even when their number thinned, they kept on battling hard. Not to say the Marines weren't doing the same.

Most of their number were concentrated just off on the other side of the repair bay and round the corner, past a bundle of crates and machinery. He spun round, sending another few bolts back to sender. Then the charge came. At first, due to the messiness of the pitched battle, it was hard to discern. But eventually, the pooling of dark uniforms rushing from the lines straight at them made the situation undeniable. "Oh chit." He swore to himself. They would need to hold and give their comrades in the War Hogs time to complete their objective.


"HOLD THE LINE!" Keiran screamed out as their opponents got closer and closer, war cries loud and proud. The Patriot charge was met with a wall of blaster fire from the repeating blaster emplacements and the efforts of the Marines. Moving out gradually, he kept close to the line, but close enough to the charge to slow them down. He raised his arm and sent out a large force push at his opponents. But it was almost scary. They just kept on coming, relentlessly, it was clear that these people would do anything for their Lord Regent. One Kuati berserker went straight at him, letting off three blasts, he dodged one, slashed away another and dodged the last before the two came face to face.

The burly trooper seemed a lot stronger than him and a lot more devoted to his cause. The patriot made the first move, and Keiran silced up into the blaster aimed straight at him, the other half dropping to the floor. He then made for a roundhouse kick straight at the face of his adversary, which was countered by another kick which sent him to the floor and knocked his lightsaber out of his hand. "Goodnight Jedi scum." Came a coarse voice like sandpaper, roughened by war. Approaching him, fists up, Keiran looked to his left, a small metal object, just off.

Edging backwards, he knew he had to make this count. Closing his eyes, he pictured the object in his mind, when he'd first got it. The child-like elation at having one of the famed weapons of his own. And he reached out not only with his hands, but through the mystical energy field. And just as the lights were about to be turned off, he felt something metallic in his hand. Reflexively, he flicked it on and thrust upwards, opening up his eyes and jumping up, not wishing to see the result of that scuffle.

No harm done. At least he thought so. And then, something tugged at him. A feeling perhaps? That told him to look out into the fray. And then he spotted the lightsaber. It wasn't the brilliant blue of his Master's but an ivory white, accompanied by a whipping white cloak. All the battle seemed to fade out of focus as the Imperial Knight stood clear as day. The Jedi raised his comlink up to his mouth. "Master, we've got company. And I'm not talking about the Patriots or the 501st."




 

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LIGHT MUST COME FROM THE INSIDE
KUAT | KUAT CITY | CROWDS
YOU CANNOT ASK THE DARKNESS TO LEAVE
YOU MUST TURN ON THE LIGHT

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‘Surface control’ was what the mission briefing had officially called the request. Surface control, a more action-oriented version of people-watching, seemed too civic a duty for The New Jedi Order after their decisive distance from The Galactic Alliance’s politics. Her argument for disinterest — Isn’t this an affair better suited for local law enforcement? — was countered with the reminder of a Jedi’s role of Peacekeeping, and despite the lack of official affiliation, the duty to prevent and mitigate potentials was just as important as reacting to obvious threats.

As soon as they grounded and were escorted to Kuat City, it was clear that preventative measures were hedging closer and closer to becoming reactive.

In the skies, triangles and oblong silhouettes were stationary silhouettes. Menacing in their unmoving positions. But the driveyard rings were thick with conflict, and through the open doorways of shops and office windows, the pair of Jedi passed in Kuat’s city, broken transmissions of reports filtered through.

Some channels were more aligned with broadcasting the Secessionist Extremists’ updates, whereas others promoted the protection delivered by the GADF. The updates were sparse and largely indecipherable and all inconclusive.

She thrust to clear an overhead alleyway, lunging across the distance with propulsion that seemed inhuman.

<An explosion has ripped apart ——> Her weight transferred through from the forceful landing on her feet to the palm of her hand for her legs to swing forward and keep running from the small outset of a ledge on an office building. <Employees and —> It was thin, barely wide enough for anyone more than a meter across to manage it.

Another fragmented broadcast reached her ears as she ducked an overhang, sliding back on the flat surface of a rooftop before her soles hit an edge and forced her to compromise to another scrambling leap. Speed and The Force were momentum’s best allies as she and Bernard raced on the rooftops of Kuat City

“I don’t like this.” Ishida grimaced, righting herself after a landing that was equal parts slide and roll. Her complaint wasn’t about their choice of travel, but about the distant murkiness The Force alluded to.

<——Desperate attempts to salvage ——> Alliance foot soldiers had been dispatched on a similar briefing as the Jedi — surface control — and were moving amidst the citizens on the ground to keep an eye out for dissent or conflict. It didn’t take long for Bernard and Ishida to want to observe the surface from a separate vantage point, separate from the GADF’s observation, and that flung them up, up, up and over several obstacles for a unique perspective.

From their vantage point, the roads were thin and the people that travelled streamlined through them were small. It was as though the streets were arteries, the people were blood, travelling back to the heart that kept them alive.

<—— Unidentified personnel are ——> Ishida made for a grab to a vertical duct, the length of the office building from top to bottom (likely to manage rainfall), and swung around the intrusive pillar that interrupted the long-run to the centre square where the rally was convening. On the other side of her swing, anxious volume from a large collection of people swelled and reached the rooftops.

The broadcasts were interrupted with a voice clearer than the muddled up and hard-to-hear updates from the drive yards, and it echoed from below, where the swathes of bodies were gathered.

"People of Kuat, my name is Lady Elane of Kuat.

Within the crowd, The Force felt at conflict. Not overwhelmed by darkness, but not entirely light either. In its neutrality here, Ishida could detect emotions with a sharpness she was usually ignorant of. Agitation was thick, and there was a distant, intangible sense of familiar foreboding that lurked in the peripheries of the square.

He has plunged our strong and proud system into civil war, brought off-worlders onto our pristine surface, used you for his political ambitions, brought the war to our doorstep, and brought everything we've built for thousands of years into jeopardy, all for the benefit of his own bloated, festering ego."

“Something’s wrong.” Ishida landed in a crouch, half-scuttling to the edge of a mid-sized building that oversaw the movement of the crowds. Most were standing still, a few moved right-and-left, some sought friends and familiars to make sure they were sharing the experience together. Few moved with purpose unless they were on the perimeters and part of official guard duty. All eyes were on the charismatic Lady of Iron. A phoenix risen from the ashes. Lotus from the dirt.

Somewhere amidst the throngs of excitement, anticipation, there was something deeply wrong. Ishida couldn’t place it entirely, when she thought she might, it evaded her. But it was clear that joy and hope were at odds with whatever that distant buzz at the nape of her neck was.

She leaned forward, seeking something out of the ordinary about the citizens with their attention on Elane.

“Something down there.” She insisted, still trying to track the source of that irritating sensation. "Do you feel it?"

NIO: Rika Hiro Rika Hiro INTENT TO ENGAGE | Kolson Vrask Kolson Vrask | Jordi Massad Jordi Massad | Karissa Saitel
RA: CH3 CH3 | LADY OF IRON
GA: Bernard Bernard | Lyrrin Lyrrin

 
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IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU
Objective: I love Jedi
Allies: NIO | Mattali Omenza Mattali Omenza

Enemies: GA | Gillan Eru Gillan Eru
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E-11 Blaster Rifle with Grappling Hook attachment, SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster, Vibroknife, Thermal Detonator, KXA ABDG-01x 'Null' Grenade, Wrist-mounted Personal Energy Shield, Commlink, IS-2 Medium Armour

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Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled.
"Okay, fine." She went along with his demands and pulled both weapons from their holsters to lower them to the ground in appeasement. Did he really think they would surrender to him? They outnumbered him and he was what? Some Jedi in training? Then again, not that outnumbering him mattered when she was accompanied by an engineer who was more of a liability than support.

How long was the the Zeltron going to take? Surely she wasn't really expecting her to drop her weapons. Still, she followed up on her word for now and placed her weapons on the floor, trusting that the engineer would lock him out, keeping him occupied for enough time to reach their destination.

Upon seeing the door shut behind the Jedi, she shot a look over her shoulder at the trooper. "What the hell are you doing? Why would you lock him in with us?! You said you were going to lock him out!" She asked, incredulously, but her attention was immediately forwards again, should the Jedi decide to attack.

She scooped up her weapons and held them both aimed in his direction. There was no point trying to be false with him. He had probably realised that they were trying to pull the wool over his eyes by now.

"Just open the damn door in front of you, 339, or I swear to god I'll let the Jedi cut your arm off." She threatened her colleague as she took slow steps backwards towards her.

 
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KUAT CITY SPACEPORT
ALLIANCE PEACEKEEPERS
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Lieutenant Colonel Stazi jumped from the stealth U-Wing and deployed his grav chute. Low altitude drops could be dangerous, but they were Alliance special forces. Seconds after a rough landing the duros raised his A-series rifle, checked the stun setting and dropped two Kuati Security. They could sort out allegiance later. Anyone who raised a weapon against one of his troopers even on reflex must be considered a potential threat.

"Advance."

Like the pathfinders he led Sol's equipment was uniquely modified. He wore his tactical blast vest over a light bantha leather jacket covered with webbing for spare power packs and thermal detonators. A silver pauldron adorned one shoulder etched with the starbird. Around his neck rested a pair of thermal goggles. The near-humans all had faded green domed helmets, some emblazoned with combat graffiti.

"Eclipse Team is planetside," he whispered into a comlink with Sylix, "Request permission to engage Imperials with lethal force."

Not unlike his father Colonel Stazi failed to appreciate the moral dilemma. Hatred of the Imperial was just about the only thing they had in common. That and their natural charisma of course. He wasn't looking forward to this assignment. Putting down dissidents in what was bound to be a prolonged civil war. Sol wasn't much of a peacekeeper.

"Secure the spaceport. If anyone else resists politely remind them Kuat City is under martial law."
 
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The narrow viewport beside the two GA officers; major and colonel respectively, showcased the bright lightning hyperspace outside the thick glass. The hangar behind major Ward was busy with pilots, maintenance crew and droids making the final preparations before they would arrive Kuat. Astromechs were checked and hoisted into X-wings in the same time they were being fueled. All with carefully set routines and under the supervision of the decks officer running around like his shebs were on fire, but still with meticulous precision not forgetting a point in the long list of things to do before they could report squadrons ready for take off. With a hard-set face, Kathryn stood arms crossed before the major and could not help but to throw a brief glance at the work that was being done behind him.

''Don't worry, colonel. These imperials ain't nothing we haven't seen before.'' major Ward said with confidence.

Kathryn bit her lips together and raised her eyebrows in a fashion of doubt, before she gave in with a deep sigh and articulated a silent ''okay'', trying to convince herself that everything really was it too. She knew well enough that they were okay, but the question were if she was. The since long officers serving together were at the end of a good talk, before both of them would be trown into another conflict that needed to be resolved. Only this time, colonel Foster would be supervising the Air Group from aboard the Cadence. Such were the life for an officer at her rank, but that didn't mean that the former wildcard from Denon herself liked it.

''It if comes to that...'' Ward added sincerely, meaning the possibility of a battle. ''... the pilots have been taught by the best instructors... and I by the best mentor. We'll handle what's coming.''

''Thanks, Ward.'' Kathryn chuckled softly and looked up at him. ''We'll... keep in touch over the comms.'' she added. They would naturally do that, but it just felt good to say it out loud. Suddenly, the sirens ordering the whole ship to battlestations went off. They were about to exit hyperspace and enter kuati space. Kathryn gave the major friendly soft smile and a nod before he put his helmet on, gave her a semi-formal salute and jogged over to his X-wing. Kathryn turned the heel and walked off in a hurry towards the C.I.C.


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Colonel Foster gave a short nod at the two saluting marines by the door, swiped her keycard and entered the C.I.C, doors shutting close behind her. She saw commodore Kathause closely watching the raised up situation table, the dark woman most possible being more close-bitten than she had been a couple of minutes ago. Within a moment, Foster had joined Kathause by the situation table and gave her a glance to have her notice that she got her Commander Air Group in the room.

Right on que with the order to launch the air group, Foster put on a thin one-ear headset from the table to be able to hear the communications between the comms and the squadrons that were now being deployed in a defensive formation at the hangar of the impressive station. One after one, her squad leaders reported in and she followed their blue holograms closely above the table. Once again, Fosters arms found themselves crossed over her chest - a silent sign of how discontent she were of sitting in the audience chair. However, she did accept it.

The die were cast as their forces were being deployed and they saw New Imperial Order ships emerge from hyperspace and as blue flickering holograms in front of the both womens faces. Orders were issued and orders were carried out, when the sudden sight of an explosion on the station shocked them both and made Foster's hands fall onto the situation table. Shocked and confused, she exchanged glances with the commodore.

''Who-!?''

The crucial question were left without answer, as the floor shook beneath their boots and the sound of turbolasers driving into the Cadence's hull reached them all in the C.I.C. For the fraction of a moment, the pause in operations when everyone asked themselves if what just happened really did happen. However, commodore Kathause were quick to respond and ready the fleet for the, now seemingly unavoidable battle that laid before them.

As colonel Foster meticulously observed the events on the holographic display and while the Imperial battleships were engaging them, it seemed that another Imperial fleet had arrived at the battlefield ( Orys Draste Orys Draste ), and this one advanced and deployed TIE fighters at the shipyards. Things were about to get real for the pilots heading for the hangar.


''Have Air Wing One provide escort for our transports off the shipyards! Air Wing Two will maintain defensive positions around the fleet!'' Foster called to the airman over by the starfighter command comms, before again turning to Kathause and the situation table before them that were getting awfully crowded too kriffing fast.
 
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Valery: Appearance
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"Let's begin."
"On your mark."
Valery smirked as the words of her Padawans reached her. With the meld between them, she knew exactly where they were, how fast they were moving but also what their intentions were. Both of them knew how much was at stake here, and how dangerous this engagement could become, so they remained in tight formation as requested.
"Very good," Valery replied as they moved between the ships of the Alliance fleet.
"Stand by for orders, and we'll move to engage after."
Having broken through the interference now that she was close enough, Valery switched comm channels and attempted to reach Dracken Pryce Dracken Pryce directly. As easy as it would be for the trio of Jedi to engage the Imperial fleet at will or alongside other fighters and bombers, she figured they would be better suited for important tasks that required the best to be on top of it.
His ship was also attempting to contact her, so it seemed that they were on the same wavelength about it.
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"Admiral Pryce, this is Master Noble. If you have a target or objective for us, send it our way and we'll be on top of it."
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The lady had arrived, complete with all the bodyguards and other manners of protection afforded to a mouthpiece of Tithe. Belkoras eyes turned to the holonet tv switching to footage of the speech, as other bar patrons turned to listen to the iron lady denounce Longhain and all his evil doings and alleged crimes. Whatever the hell that was implied to be, rich it came from the mouth of a woman who was little more than a glorified sock puppet with no backbone.

The reaction of the other bar occupants was mixed, with some cheering and raising their glasses while others were far more muted. Belkora raised his glass too in a half-hearted sarcastic gesture, taking a swig before placing it down and swearing under his breath. Stupid one-eyed hag.

He checked his watch almost ritualistically by the minute, waiting and waiting for the right moment to signal and give the sign for it to begin. And with Elane's speech partway in, the time was drawing near, as was his men and operatives. Belkora excused himself politely from the bar and strolled his way out to the balcony of the bar, pulling out a datapad and typing the correct number to get through to Rika Hiro Rika Hiro ear piece comm line. Once the connection began to form, Belkora leaned against the balcony and brought the data pad up to his face.


"It's time, shut it down, get close before you do it."

Rika Hiro Rika Hiro Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken Jordi Massad Jordi Massad CH3 CH3 Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina

 
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She offered a blink of muted gratitude as he set the cigarette on her lips, pulling in the smoke as it gave off the sensation she was all too familiar with. As the smoke bloomed out from her mouth, her nerves seemed to dull as the high kicked in. If she was a droid… someone had gone to great lengths to make her feel as human as possible. It was... unnerving.

As he positioned himself in front of her, she stared blankly back at him, listening to his words which seemed to be presented as some form of comfort. He put the blame solely on the SIA… on IVI IVI and as much as the very thought of it seemed too awful and far fetched for her to consider, something gnawed at the recesses of her mind…

Was that simply how they had programed her? Was she engineered to be loyal to the Alliance? To the SIA? Had she been given such strong emotions towards SIA agents in order to insure her loyalty to them? If that was the case, it was the most brilliant and devastating concept she could imagine. What better way to ensure her undying loyalty to an organization than to manufacture a deep connection to it and it’s members?

As the saber ignited again, She slammed her eyes shut and clenched her body tightly to the chair, trying to prepare herself. The cutting of her hand sent a shock of traumatic pain through her conciseness, causing her to jolt, dropping the cigarette into her lap as she let out an agonizing cry through gritted teeth. Tears streamed down her face and she breathed heavily, finally opening her eyes as Andreas held her severed hand up before her eyes…

"Seems Miss Alverez, we're both right."

“No…” She muttered softly in shock and disbelief. As she saw the sparks still crackling from the severed lines, the metal construction of her frame, her mind fell into complete shock and numbness. “Tell me this isn’t true. Tell me this is all just a dream… wake up, Kalie…. Wake up… please…” her thoughts begged her to quantify this in some other light, unable to bear the cold, hard truth of her lifeless and manipulated existence. But as she stared at the hand in front of her, there was no escaping her reality…

She wasn’t real.

Tears quietly streamed down her cheeks as her body slumped in the chair in utter grief and defeat, her eyes closing as her chin dropped down against the collar around her neck.

“Don’t look at me…” She pleaded as she turned her head away from his gaze, her whole body starting to shake as she could not contain the emotions that were erupting out of her.

Finally it all came to the surface as she let out an agonizing and devastating scream at the top of her lungs, flinging her head back as grief, shock, anger, confusion, and every other possible emotion one might imagine suddenly mixed together like a perfect storm inside of her.

And she sat there, in the chair, more alone than she could have ever imagined. She had no friends… she had no love… she had no consciousness… she had no soul… she had nothing…

She was nothing…

She was just a machine constructed to do a task.


That was her purpose. That was her existence.

Finally the tears slowed down and the shaking subdued itself until she was completely silent, save for her slow breathing pattern. Her mind was beginning to venture into scary directions now… her thoughts contemplating the possibility of revenge as hate and contempt began to flooded her emotions…

She wanted to make the people responsible for her deceptive existence pay for what they had done to her… She wanted for them to regret the day they conceived her.

Finally she raised her head, looking up at Andreas with eyes that pierced through him with rage and hate… however the hate was not geared towards the agent who stood in front of her…

“I’m going to burn it all down…” She muttered in a low and dark tone, “I’m going to make them regret the day I was created. I will be their worst nightmare… and I will kill them all… slowly… listening to their cries for help… knowing that they were content to let me live like this… to live a lie… for their own benefit… giving me emotions as a way to manipulate me… to keep me in line… well…” Her body began to tremble with rage, “Fuck them all…”

Tears again streamed down her face, “I will burn the SIA to the ground… I will kill IVI IVI with my bare hands … and I won’t be your lab dog… you won’t be my handler… but you will let me loose… because I need to do this… for me.”

She lowered her eyes to the ground, fuming in her indignation and her solemn resolution. If they created these imaginary bonds of friendship and intimacy with Lyrrin Lyrrin Valery Noble Valery Noble Gramani Fey’la Gramani Fey’la … in order to keep her programming loyal to the SIA, then she would destroy those bonds…

She would set herself free…

 
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SCAR SQUADRON
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GA | Traden Avarice Traden Avarice | Monos Monos | Phaineve Halseigh Phaineve Halseigh | Zav Traros Zav Traros | Keiran Varn
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Volgin looked for a moment into the shattered visage of the marine he all but pummeled to death in one hand, wide open eyes peered back at him, dead eyes, afraid in those last moments.

He felt nothing.

The accompanying Stormtroopers moved up to seize the gained ground, meaning he had to make more. His attention was immediately drawn to Vaiken's command, diverting to immediately make due on it.

Heavy, foreboding footfalls following his approach down the corridor as his hulking frame neared the bulkhead he was assigned to blow open. He was after all, the ordinance specialist of SCAR, his job was to clear the way- by any means.

Rummaging a hand through the pack hanging from the back of his belt he produced a large baradium detonation charge, programming the fuse and explosive output before placing it squarely on the middle of the door, all calculations done in real time by the heads up display built into his helmet, determining the material and thickness of the door as well as how much juice was needed to crack it open.

He set it, pulling up the tac pad on his vambrace up close before inputting his remote control command to the det pack, sending the door open with a metallic scream. He barely stood back but a few feet to avoid the impact, confident in the breaching charge's tendency to push force in the direction away from Volgin. His silhouette was clear as day in the thick smoke of the explosion's afterwind when the door blasted open, he was the point man, the bullet sponge in room-clearing maneuvers.

After Hal did his talk with the big army 501st officers, the orders were set and his mission was as simple as ever. Keep pushing forward.

He nodded once in recognition. He expected the Imperial Knight to be at his side as they pushed forward only for him to relent. He sought the blood, the glory of the kill to an approaching Jedi. He huffed once in amusement to the Imperial Knight's doubt of Volgin's ability to fight them all the same. He lacked the force not in the standard not sensitivity, but the absolute absence of it from his presence, his imprint on both the material and immaterial due to his cybernetic enhancements imposed unto him by the Darktrooper Program.

Regardless, he respected the man's words, respected his desire for the hunt- the kill in singular combat and instead of disobeying the command, he nodded once before offering a rare few words.

<"Make them bleed.">

Was all he said in reply before unslinging his repeater once more and pressing onward with the melee charge of the troopers alongside him. He rested the heavy repeater against his hip and squeezed down on the trigger, unrelenting and merciless with the gruesome rip of the weapon as he aimed it in the direction of the enemy to lay a net of covering fire for the charge before eventually abandoning the fire and moving up to join the melee, slinging the gun along his back once more as he sprinted with inhuman speed past the other troopers and planted a fist into the visor of another marine, sending him down to the ground, unconscious or dead upon the immediate impact.

If they didn't know where the callsign came from before, anyone in eye shot immediately discerned why he was the Mauler.
 


Alliance Common Soldier Corps - Kyprin Renegades
Aboard the Penumbra
Kuat Sector - Kuat System


Turbolaser fire rumbled against the shield of the Penumbra, just below the command bridge. The sphere of energy dissipated the blow but the proximity to the blast caused the bridge to rumble and shake. The Penumbra's captain was a mask of granite though, a reminder to the rest of the crew that a calm head was the only way to make it through any battle. The tactical display and the droid brain combat simulator predicted with the numbers on the screen a win for the Alliance. Alabaster knew though that battle sim calculations could never be trusted. Plans always went awry.

The Vintian caught his weapons officer's eyes.

"Yes sir!" She said. They had the numbers advantage, but if they didn't work together to take the enemy out ship by ship they'd be overwhelmed by sheer power alone. The Penumbra along with two of its sister ships lumbered towards the Cuirassier cruisers, their turbolasers firing in quick alternating salvos. Captain Alabaster felt a chip fall from his smooth surface. The Imperials would be stopped here.


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Kuat Sector - Kuat System


"Master Noble," Pryce said, his voice filled with relief. "I'm not sure what happened but it looks like the Imps are trying to take Kuat by force. We didn't get any jamming up and with how that traitor Loghain has been collaborating with them I'm sure a relief fleet is on the way. Before they get here I need that battlecruiser down." He tapped a few buttons on the tactical datapads attached to his command chair and swiped the data to the Jedi Master. It was a new ship, one that Pryce hadn't seen before but the initial telemetry for the vessel told him enough to highlight potential weak spots.

"We'll try and soften him up for you," He waved his finger at one of the weapons officers. Lieutenant Cane was a good lad and the gunners in his ion cannon batteries were crack shots. "And I won't send you alone. I'm diverting a few gunships and a bomber squadron." After the weapons officer plopped down in his seat he began typing away commands for his heavy ion cannon crews. Moments later the massive guns fired on the enemy battlecruiser.

"General, Commodore Kathause is trying to connect." Pryce sucked his teeth. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to cut this short Master Jedi. May the Force be with you." He cut the transmission and brought up Kathause.

"Talk to me Commodore. What have you got for me? Any idea how things are going on the ground? Word on Alliance back-up? I have a feeling this isn't even close to what we're going to be dealing with here." There was no way the Imps would bring a couple of cruisers to take Kuat. Hell, if it wasn't for this new battlecruiser the Kyprin Renegade herself would be enough to sweep up this advance force with little to no issue. But that always was the catch with Imperials. There was always more.


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Aboard the Kakarot
Kuat Sector - Kuat System
Interacting with: Valery Noble Valery Noble | Iris Arani Iris Arani


The Kakarot sped through the stars, its positional thrusters keeping the nimble gunship free of the turbolaser fire being exchanged between the larger capital ships. Jizz blared in the tiny bridge cockpit area as Captain Morgan worked the pedals and the stick creating a chaotic symphony with his gunner team and co-pilot, though she didn't seem to be enjoying the ride as much as he was. How Morgan was able to maneuver the gunship as he tapped his heel in time with the loud music was anyone's guess.

"Please captain," his co-pilot began for the hundreth time since the flight began, "Can we turn the inertial dampners up just a little bit? I feel like I'm gonna lose yesterday's lunch." The shields dissipated a stray laser bolt from a starfighter dogfight off in the distance.

"Careful, 3 o'clock." The co-pilot cursed and swiveled her gun and pulled, red bolts of plasma tearing the starfighter apart mere moments before it acquired a lock on them. "Fine, I'll turn them up a bit. I don't fly as well though when I can't feel the G's." He technically didn't lie, he thought, as he turned up the dampner by .25%.

The console beeped and new orders scrolled across the screen. Looked like they were flying escort for a bombing run. Great. So he got to dodge point defense fire AND starfighter fire AND got to make sure those nasty eyeballs didn't wreck their run. Easy. No problem. Captain Morgan sucked his teeth and flipped the Kakarot around and made his way towards the two Jedi.

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Madelyn was not pleased with the progress of the meeting. While both Chancellor Tithe and Emperor Fel had made diplomatic-enough statements that demonstrated they understood what was at stake between the two states, other parties were beginning to shoot barbs towards the other side, most egregiously Rausgeber. Listening to the prattle, she had the sinking feeling that negotiations would soon break down. That would be inconvenient for the lot of them. Similarly, the Arbiter was making salient points, but she was tipping the meeting closer to an open argument. They had to tread more carefully.

She had not anticipated having to explain to a man with his jaw hanging off why a war against the Alliance was a bad idea, but if that was what it took to get the negotiations back on track she would give it a try. The pair of them shared history, but from the collapse of the First Order life had taken them on parallel yet separate tracks. Now they were both here, on opposite sides of the table.

“Admiral Regent, our insistence on terms does not undermine the sacrifices that the New Imperials made fighting the Sith Empire. As for the New Imperial’s political position, your actions here on Kuat have made the Empire’s intentions clear.”

She did her best to keep a neutral tone and expression, but her irritation at the situation, the meeting, and Rausgeber’s conduct meant that there was a slight steely edge to her words. He was being reckless, far too open and transparent in his opinions. Was he merely being foolish, or did he wish to spur them into open conflict, perhaps he just sought to get under their skin. Madelyn was used to such barbs, no doubt Tithe was too.

"Regardless of your opinions on the character of me and my colleagues, it is unwise to put forth such explicit threats. What you seem to misunderstand here, Admiral Regent, is that this situation places both the Alliance and the New In a precarious position. Continue to act recklessly, and you will see that we have much more than 'spin' at our disposal."

That was maybe a step in the wrong direction. Rausgeber's comments had annoyed her more than she'd realised. Madelyn sucked in a deep breath, and did her best to keep the discussion on track.

"Moving on then. The issues at hand, as I see it, concern a couple of key areas. It would seem that both the Chancellor and the Emperor would be willing to arrange a prisoner exchange, allow New Imperial contracts to go forward in the Drive Yards, and grant Loghain some degree of political immunity."

"Still to be agreed upon are the issues of recognising Kuat's independence, and calling a ceasefire to end the current disturbing hostilities between our respective forces. Emperor, Chancellor, where do we stand on these issues?"
 
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REBEL RISING
REBEL ALLIANCE SAFE HOUSE - KUAT CITY

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Jordi Massad Jordi Massad | Kolson Vrask Kolson Vrask | Don Belkora Don Belkora | Karissa Saitel | Nuruodo'kal'brast Nuruodo'kal'brast | Douge Johnson Douge Johnson | Rika Hiro Rika Hiro | NIO

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CH3 walked the perimeter of the rally as Lady Elane of Kuat took to the stage. Sentients, absorbed in their self-important fantasies and distracting devices, paid little attention to an unassuming worker droid wielding an oversized camtono. That the droid was a Rebel Alliance operative discreetly carrying a high-powered blaster carbine may have drawn their attention, but then again, sentients always liked to think of themselves as smarter than droids, in spite of their soft, semi-liquid brains, proclivity for the irrational and long history of predictable mistakes.

The droid scanned the assembled crowd for enemy agents with optical and aural sensors. The first major public address by Elane was an ideal opportunity for the New Imperials to send a clear message to dissenters. CH3’s central processor, augmented for political regime change from its standard role of calculating the optimal stacking pattern for good, put the likelihood of an incident above 81 per cent.

Onboard sensors scanned the surrounding buildings for threats as Lady Elane incited the crowd against Julius Loghain. What the sentients saw in the woman was beyond calculation, but orders were orders, and CH3 had no choice but the follow the current mission parameters. The once-Lord Regent was to be restored to power, lest the planet fall to foreign control. It was all the same to CH3, who after at the end of the day, was an assembly of circuits and servomotors programmed to complete a task.

The sensor pings returned a curious reading. They did not register something, so much as they registered nothing. In fact, it was the absence of nothing - a void. CH3 modified its path around the outside of the square and headed toward the building to examine the strange reading. It was likely nothing, but given the political climate, nothing had a good chance of being something.

“Anomalous reading detected south-east of the rally,” CH3 announced over its internal comlink to the Rebel Alliance channels. “Moving to investigate. Stand by.”
 

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