Crystal Catch | CIS Dominion of Tarsunt [Y-42]

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka looked to the sky of Tarsunt, a haze of green followed her eyes: the built in HUD of her helmet doing it's work. A haze the Sephi had lived with for so long had a great many benefits, one of those being it's ease at pointing out that small formation of the vessels under command by [member="Darth Tacitus"] and their rather hasty approach. Lirka immediately jumped into action, shouting off to one of the T-series that was apart of her forces to finish up the finer details of her strategy: where those fighters were going must be where the actual excitement was. And Lirka wasn't going to miss out on anything this time.

It seemed as though a sandstorm was on the move...​

Somewhat behind the formation of vessels making their way that sandstorm seemed to rage, pushing as strong as it could to keep up with the other vessels: obviously the thing was far from natural, something must've been following them to some degree.

It was Ka.

By the time his forces had deployed Ka had finally been able to catch up enough and what was causing the storm became known, as well as Ka's near suicidal determination it seemed: the armored weapon was riding one of her GAT tanks to get into the thick of it all as quickly as possible, something must've been keeping her maglocked, with one had resting on one of the laser cannons of the GAT tank and her other hand holding onto her Klaive with a death-grip. Had they been able to see her face, the group would've seen just how wide of a smile she had if they looked close enough.

With a sharp turn she leaped off from her position on the, with a surprising amount of deftness for someone in armor as bluntly heavy as her own she landed, breaking into a sprint it seemed she barely actually cared about the incoming firepower: she just needed to start hacking and slashing, the bolting blur of her figure more than visible enough to the Confederate forces.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

It did not take Cardinal long to bridge the gap in between his men and the dune the sniper had forced him down. Yet once the Dominus Prime arrived he looked to the Knight's before him with a questioning gaze. "Why are you here?" There was no mistaking the icy tone that dripped from him, when it came to his orders being disobeyed there were few excuses that could merit his pardon. "I specifically gave you orders to remain out of sight until I arrived. How did they find you?" One of the Knight's who had been glancing over the fallen rock column the Knight's took cover behind finally spoke, answering Cardinal's agitation with logic. "Dominus. We were using our stealth generators but the Imperials must have something to see past that. Knight Or'Toka tried to flank around with his stealth field...." The Knight trailed off as his eyes went past Cardinal.

Cardinal turned to follow the Knight's gaze and grimaced at the sight before him. A Knight laid out in the sand unmoving and riddled with several blaster wounds, one of them impacting on the side of his helmet. "Damn it...." The sound of blaster fire pelting against their defensive point had been a constant, yet it was one that was slowly being drowned out by the unmistakable sound of a starship looming behind them.

The shuttle was unmistakable and caused Cardinal to turn back to his Knights. "Get ready!" He ordered, already knowing that reinforcements had arrived. The shuttle, which housed the loyal warriors of the Eternal Empire, touched down near the Knight's position. As the landing ramp was lowered Cardinal looked to the skies, where it appeared a thick layer of smoke had been sprung to provide cover for the shuttle. Once the smoke was thick and covered them, Cardinal looked to his men, closing his hand into a tight fist. "Move out!" The Knights nodded in a unified manner before moving past their defensive point and pressing against their blinded enemy. In a fog this thick there would be little to protect the Imperials from the fury of his warriors. Rather than join them Cardinal rose to his full height and approached the Dark Lord who had brought their salvation. "Lord Tacitus. Thank you for your backup. The enemy are held within the columns, creating a rather loose defensive position. My men are moving in to test their lines. Care to join us?" Cardinal asked, his hand wrapping around the great sword that remained fastened to his back.

[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 3
Tags: [member="Caid Centurion"]
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Post: 2

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The main thought that occupied Alwine's mind as the Nightstalker made its way through space, was that she needed to travel through space more. There was a beauty to it that nothing else she had seen with her own eyes could rival, the sight of planets and suns close and far away taking over most of her senses when the windows were not darkened. For this particular trip, Alwine realized, it was the first time she saw it all with her human eyes. On every single trip she had taken before, she had looked at the inky endless space of the universe through the eyes of her wolf shape, her tail lazily swiping from side to side as she could sit there for hours upon hours, rarely moving beyond that.

It had been a short while since she had met Caid Centurion, and yet so much had happened since. Alwine had been to Tatooine. She had been to Hypori. She had been to Rishi. In some of these places, she had fought, needing to bring together everything together that Caid had taught her, and then some. En route to Tatooine, Alwine had been further trained by Maple Hearte. On Geonosis, she'd had a hard conversation with her brother, and then had been on Rishi due to a personal interest. And of course, there had been that festival. She was amazed at how much her life had changed since leaving Stewjon. No longer a monotonous life during the days followed by endless hiding during the nights. No, she was on the path now to become herself, as she should always have been. The thought was enough to bring a little smile to the petite's lips.

The only thing that turned her attention away from the sky at present was Caid's voice. Alwine turned her head to face him, taking a moment to allow the words to register in her mind.

"I had considered arriving naked, just to cause Gerwald anger," she said with a little smirk, "but alas, common sense prevailed. I shall probably be thankful for the armor before we are through."

Her eyes threatened to return their gaze to the window, but Alwine maintained steady and calm control. At least for the moment.

"What shall we be doing once we are landed?" she asked Caid.

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 2
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

If anyone would have been expecting shuttles they would have been somewhat surprised as two massive C-9979 landing crafts approached from orbit, they quickly touched down close to each other on the hot desert sand. The doors at the front opened wide to reveal the massive droid army stored inside. AATs, MMTs and Platoon Attack Crafts flowed out from the carriers, spreading out across the glowing hot landscape.

Vildarn stepped down the ramp with a Krantian diplomat as well as two Krantian bodyguards and OOM security droids behind them. Vildarn saw someone waiting for him and proceeded the approach. The Geonosian representative flew out of the ship and landed near the Krantians and extended a hand holding a datapad that Vildarn paused to take and look over as he continued walking.

“Yeah, you can take a few MTTs and pick your spot, just don’t forget this planet is crawling with Imperials and diplomat Garwen hasn’t even started her negotiations yet.” he admired the Geonosian’s motivations but sometimes they had to slow down for other sentients.

“Commander Tentoria reporting for duty, Sir.” he said to the dark grey and black bearded man in front of him.

“Representative Garwen is eager to meet the Tarsunt representative and the Geonosians are eager to help establish the base and start digging a hole, and I am of course very eager to hunt down these Inperials, where ever they may be.” he took a moment to look around the desert wasteland that surrounded them, the Imperials could literally be hiding somewhere nearby and he’d have no idea.

A woman in a tight and simple looking blue dress approached the two men and seemed slightly annoyed. “I trust that the location our discussions will take place have had our cooling arrangements met.”

“Madam representative, I’m sure you’ll be made to feel most comfortable here, and I am quite sure drinks will be organised shortly enough.” at least she wasn’t as greedy as some of the Viceroys he’d met on Void Station.

“Lieutenant General, I think the Geonosians can be trusted to handle things themselves, from what I understand they’ve been digging for centuries, I’ll organise some droid detachments to prepare to scour the desert, once negotiations are underway of course.” truth was he’d much prefer to be out blasting Imperials then stuck at camp tending to the needs of representatives.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Behind the Bar at the Makeshift Cantina​

What's Up: Serving drinks. What's it look like? ​

Goals: Nada. This leftover Void Station mess is too crazy. Let the rest of the Confeds suss it out. Daisy Jane? Not gettin' paid enough. ​

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Daisy blew a wayward tendril of blonde hair out of her eyes as she worked to make sure that the bar top was spotless. This place was a dive, for sure, but that was no excuse for sloppiness. There would be tired soldiers and explorers coming back from the sandy death trap that was Tarsunt and they’d no doubt want something to wet their whistle. The logic was faulty. Alcohol aided in dehydration—but she wasn’t going to be the one to explain it to a bunch of bossy Obsidians.

She jumped, startled, when someone whistled and yelled for service. Catching a glass that she almost dropped her eyes flickered over the tables, which were more like empty cargo crates places neatly, and she eventually discovered the culprit. “Mads! If ah break anymore of these glasses people are just gunna have to enjoy swappin’ spit cause they’ll have to share bottles!”

It might have sounded like she was chastising the beautiful, holy mother of buxom brunette, but really, her wide grin would say otherwise. “Hang on Madsy—Ah’ve got your usual.”

Basically anything. Straight up.

A male voice caught her attention to the right and she tilted her head for a moment at the boy wonder in the flight suit. Why did he sound so darn familiar? Her eyes widened as a slow grin swept over her features as she realized that she did indeed know him. At least, indirectly. “Flyboy Bloodborn?”

“Corellian ale is for prissy pops, but for you, ah’ll make the exception.”, Daisy teased good-naturedly as she made up a few drinks. Her hands were slender, but quick, and she soon had a tall glass of Madsy’s favorite sitting next to Bloodborn. Honestly, she should have given the girl the bottle to save herself trips, but she would pretend to have a little class in front of the locals. “Come and get it girl!”

She served the drinks. Bartender, not waitress.

The Mandalorian Protector brought [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] his Corellian ale and settled it neatly next to the datapad he’d set down. “You’re the one who helped us out when we caught ourselves a chicken walker on Manda. Ah’m Daisy. This is my best gal pal Madalena. I call her Mads. Madsy. Whatever, she’s awesome. And here!”

The conversation changed rather quickly with the bubbly blond and she beamed at [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Or Madalena. No matter how much she loved her Mads, she loved Scherezade too, and it was strange to think that she was missing one. If she got Scherezade back, one day, then she would miss Madalena too. This whole memory wipe thing was definitely the pits. There was some Dragonsflame boy that she owned the swirly of a lifetime to for convincing her bestie that this was a good idea.

She still owed one [member="Gerwald Lechner"] a jawbreaking pop. “Mads when did you get here? Ah’ve been around for ages. These guys wouldn’t know the meaning of hard work if it bit them. Total lazy bones.”

Daisy was referring to most of the men-folk that had been on the ground with her. Mama Mericus would have tanned their hides. “—And my cousin Maggie-Rae is here somewhere. I think she mighta gone to the city though. You’d like her.”

[member="Maggie-Rae Americus"] was one of her favorite relatives. A redhead, so totally looney, but quite possibly the most fun this side of the Corellian Run. If there was booze, gambling, and or some sort of excitement? She could be sure that Maggie was swept up in it somehow. Probably, making a feck-ton of credits while she was at it.

Daisy stilled when she felt something strange. Power. Like ants walking little lines on her skin. There was a swell of it. Enough that she, in all of her Force-related ignorance, managed to sense it. “What the H-E-Double…”

Two words. Save me. Daisy shivered despite the heat. She felt cold, inside, not outside. Seafoam blue eyes flickered toward Flyboy Bloodborn and Madsy but she didn’t comment on it. Had they felt it too?

Or was she just crazy?

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: BYOO - Visit Daisy
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Maggie-Rae Americus"]
Post: 3

Madalena giggled as Daisy said something about people needing to share bottles, and outright smiled from ear to ear as Daiy got her her usual; a tall glass of cream with ice cubes. Madalena wasn't one for drinking booze; not since that day she woke up with a pounding headache, a bad smell, and a few missing hours of her life. She didn't mind the rest of the people around her drinking though; especially not if it meant she got to hang a little with her best friend. Though, she had to admit, it had been a while since she saw Daisy out of her Mandalorian armor.

And suddenly she was sitting next to a stranger, Daisy in charge of proper introductions. "We got helped while we did the chicken dance?" she asked with surprise. Her part on the chicken walker had been to not fall while standing on top of it, and causing mayhem. He'd had no clue that they were in contact with anyone other than those higher ups they had to notify when they were done spilling blood. "Well thank you much for your help in keeping us most certainly not-dead on Manda," she grinned, holding her hand out to the man, "so what's your name, mister handsome helper?"

Once she had his name, she turned back to Daisy. "Less than five minutes. I wanted to go hunt for some crystals but then I saw you in those shorts and I had to come bug you," she laughed, "and cool, I'd love to meet some of your family!"

Her attention returning to the man, she was just about to say something so shamelessly flirty that it might have caused a distant aunt or grandmother to blush herself back to life, when Daisy-

Madalena moved too fast for the naked eye to catch, switching from sitting on a bar chair to standing nx to Daisy, almost careful to touch her. "Daisilicious?" she asked gently, though her eyes were hard, scanning the area for anyone who might have decided to send a mental attack to her best friend, her presence through the Force swelling and stretching, the tips of her finger itching to kill whoever it was, "what's wrong?"

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 5
Objective: 1
Wearing: Uniform Clothes
Wielding: Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: [Member=VildarnTentoria]

If anyone would have expected the Lieutenant General to be phased by two C-9979 landing crafts landing infront of him, they would've been wrong. He merely stood and waited for the Commander, at when the Commander came, and said his part, the Lieutenant General said his own. "Commander Tentoria, I've been expecting you. You are my second-in-command of this base-camp."

"First of all, you must learn my rules: Rule 1: The chain of command is always followed, discipline troopers who disobey it as you see fit, unless ordered differently by me. Rule 2: Representatives, Politicians and the likes are treated as Citizens with permission to be in and on military property, nothing more, they are subject to the full discipline if they break any laws or rules of my camp. Rule 3:You follow my orders to the letter. Rule: 4 if it's your life or the mission's success, go with the mission. Commander's can be replaced, missions can not be done over. Unless I specifically order you to retreat, or a VIP's life is in danger, such as the Dominus Prime, Vicelord, Exarch, or a Minister. Rule 5: if a mission is compromised, you do everything within your power to worsen the enemy, you may use your own judgement then."

He made a hand gesture for the Commander to follow him to his office, and he started walking. "There is a mission involving several BX droids to scout out a few known bases that the Empire used back during the Imperial Era and afterwards. I want you to head this mission, you will be scouting for an Imperial presence, I will send in teams at a later point to retrieve the equipment and vehicles. I know there to be several AT-ATs and AT-STs combined at these bases, aswell as several prototype vehicles and weapons. I will make this perfectly clear, do not touch any of it."

He sat down in his chair, back in his office, and gestured at a chair for the Commander to sit in, he then got up, and walked to a glass cabinet, facing away from the Commander though able to see the reflection of the room behind him in the glass, and grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of scotch, and started pouring it into a glass for himself. "If you ask me, I've never seen a Commander at the head of a Munificent permanently before, a Commodore: Yes, not commonly, typically experienced Commodores who the higher command has done an incompetent and shameful job of promoting. Typically it's Admirals though, with Commanders assisting, for example, a Commander of the ship's engineers, a Commander of the ship's ground forces, a Commander of the ship's air forces, etc. Not leading the ship in a permanent position. Now, do you drink?"

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 3
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

He hadn’t expected to be made second in command of the base camp straight off the bat, nor had he expected a personal run down of the Lieutenant General’s rules but he couldn’t deny they made logical sense, he personally found the one about sacrificing his life a bit morbid but of course he had a belief that what he was fighting for was right, even if it wasn’t made up of the most perfect individuals.

He followed the Lieutenant General and tried to put together what he was saying, most of his briefings had involved Imperial space vessels and most of his experience so far had been merely infantry based units, despite that he had become quite familiar with abbreviations and how they used them, he was also familiar that the Empire had used them a lot. Nobody had to worry about him touching it though as he was more interested in the Confederacy’s technology.

“Ah, sure.” he didnt really drink alcohol, in fact since leaving his homeworld he’d had little to drink beyond water and caffeinated beverages.

“I can assure you, Sir, I was given my position because I was the best at the Academy, though that situation at Rishi with the Dark Akh was really my first chance to spread my wings, I would like to believe I’ve come pretty far since then.” if he had to prove himself to this man by going out in the desert and completing this task so be it but he wanted to do it his own way.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Sir, how do the Tarsunt feel about our arrival?” he needed to know there was no chance of them helping the Imperials.

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 6
Objective: 1
Wearing: Uniform Clothes
Wielding: Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: VildarnTentoria

He poured out a glass o' scotch for the Commander aswell, and walked back over, placing their drinks on the table. "I know, I read the report, though I hear you had the help of a certain... entity? and considering the Tarsunt have not attacked us or rebelled at this very moment in time, I doubt they are against us. I myself only got hear less than a day ago. And if you don't mind me asking, would it be terribly hard for you to give me the name of the Academy you attended?"

He took a sip of his scotch, feeling the burning taste flow down his throat. It was more to prove that the drink had not been poisoned than anything else, it was a test on the Commander's wits.

"You also partook in the battle at Void Station, did you not? I must admit, destroying a Purge Trooper is no easy task. There were reports of a powerful sith during the Imperial Era who struggled in killing them, for that, I will see you get some form of commendation or medal when all of this is over. Also, if you happen to run into the High Colonel again, capture him, I wish to meet him for myself."

He sipped his scotch again, rejoicing in it's warm embrace of his insides.

"Anything you would like to add, Vildarn?"

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 2

The Sith Lord paused near the flight deck's exit as his eyes remained fixed on Alwine. For a moment, he appeared to be lost in thought. In truth, he was actively imagining something. After a few brief moments, Caid shook his head casually. "No, I don't think nude would have been the right ensemble either."

Another pause.

"Appealing, certainly." Caid saw no reason in trying to hide or deny the fact that Alwine was, in fact, extremely attractive. However, it was hardly a claim that she could boast solely to her person. "But probably not the most effective. I do have a query, though. Should you end up shifting into your wolf form, does the armor not end up being mostly redundant?" In that precise moment, another question occurred to Caid that he, oddly, had never truly pondered before. "Do you practice the things I taught you in both human and wolf form? You could quite literally be the most capable warrior I know with those innate traits combined."

A true story.

For the moment, Caid did not bother to answer Little Wolf's question about what they would do upon arrival. As was normally the case, Caid would convey the appropriate amount of information to Alwine at the appropriate time. The full landing cycle would take another fifteen to twenty minutes yet.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 3
Tags: [member="Caid Centurion"]
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Post: 4

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Had she known he was imagining something and not just doing his distant thing, she would have known exactly what that something was. And she would have been confused, considering he had already seen her as such before. Still, she merely stared at him as he considered his thoughts, knowing fully well that if she would dare to look at the stars again, it would be a struggle to rip her sight away so soon.

Yes, she was appealing. And yes, she knew it. The Lechner siblings were all amazingly good looking, which was a fresh surprise if you considered the external appearance of their parents. Or perhaps Alwine's ability to see them as anything but the demons that had bred to give her birth was too far poisoned. And despite the abuse by her mother, her mother had also ensured to consistently tell Alwine of her appeal. It was supposed to help mother Lechner fin a good match for her, a good match that would remain silent about that whole Lupine business and join the circle of those who kept it a hushed silence. It was also part of the reason mother Lechner had made sure to never beat Alwine in a way that would leave scars. Up until her imprisonment, with the exception of two or three marks across her back and buttocks, her body appeared pure.

Alwine found it laughable that such things should matter, though she could not deny that on Stewjon, they did. But she was a free wolf now; free to pursuit her interests, her education, her abilities. The scars that now adorned her body after those months of torture were a badge of honor to her. When she'd first looked at a mirror, after the bruises had healed for the first time, her smile had been genuine.

"If I shift into a wolf without removing it first, the armor would be a hindrance, and would potentially cause my death," Alwine answered truthfully, "but I will not shift in the middle of a fight. I am too young to be able to do so swiftly, and a shift cannot be halted in the middle; one it begins, it cannot stop until it is done, regardless of which way you go. I was told that only when a Lupine reaches around thirty years of age does the shift take half a minute, but my brothers are both younger than that and can complete their shifts in a matter of seconds. Disappointingly, I still require the full four to five minutes every time."

At the question regarding her practicing what he had taught her, a smile that was both proud and hungry appeared on her face, "Nearly daily, in both forms. But I would not call myself the most capable warrior yet. I still require months and years of dedicated practice before such a title could even jokingly be considered."

Yes… Her brothers had taught her, in the darkness, behind their cottage. No one was allowed to know. And while she had learned the basics thanks to the dedication of both of them, seeing how people fought away from Stewjon had been a reminder to just how little she knew, how much more training she was lacking.

"But I will get there," Alwine added with a determined nod. She had the basic skillset that could be expanded and improved. She had the unrelenting dedication. She had the focus. And if things would continue as they had begun with Caid, she had a mentor too. The rest was a simple matter of not screwing things up, something she appeared to be more adept at than both of her brothers combined.

Now if only Caid would say what they were actually going to do on this mission or at least say that he'd tell her later. Alwine held the growl at that back.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Makeshift cantina
Wearing: Armored flightsuit
Weapons: Viridian lightsaber, DC-17m(blaster configuration), 2x MSD-32 disruptor pistols
Ship:'Avadon' class assault gunship
Allies: Daisy Americus Scherezade deWinter
Post:2

Kurayami had remained focused on the datapad and constantly reworking the next flightpath for recon purposes, which was not helped by the fact that he couldn't make up his mind if he should leave the old Imperial facilities to rot. There could be some fun toys in those old scrapheaps he was sure, maybe even some old tech that was still useful. While scrolling through the data with his left index finger he reached out to grab hold of the drink that had not yet been delivered. For a moment the man looked confused, wondering where his drink had gone and why. It was strange. He was snapped back to reality when he heard a familiar voice talking to the young woman who was seated next to him. Granted he had been aware that she was there, having felt the Force signature, but not being familiar with it just made a mental note to keep tabs on it before he got lost in the rote routine of going over sensor data and trying to work out a good flightplan. He returned Daisy's slight grin with a smirk of his own.

"Flyboy Bloodborn? Well, miss that is a new one, but not bad. I figured I'd go with the ale this time as it's a bit more common than namana nectar."

The mention of Manda and the insanity that had followed made him laugh.

"That would be me yes ma'am. Nice to meet those I helped outside of a battlefield. Fun places to be sure, but a bit too chaotic for good introductions. Glad you made it out without any serious injuries Daisy."

Collecting himself a bit as she set down the drink beside his datapad He raised the glass in an informal toast to both women before taking a sip and looking over to Madalena, smiling and nodding to her. He shook her hand as he replied to the brunette woman next to him.

"Good to meet you as well Madalena. I gotta say its good that you both got out of that insanity alright. I was more than happy to help ya'll out with your plan and help keep you clear during the remainder of the fighting. As for my name, Kurayami. So outside of stealing AT-ST's what sort of hobbies do you ladies have?"

There would not have been much time between him asking his question and the sudden shift Madalena made as the Force around Daisy swelled. The poor girl looked like she was paralyzed as she spoke only a partial sentence. The shivering and seeing her eyes flick from him to Mads...Daisy was scared of something. Though little outward motion was made by him, his hands dropped below the bar for a split second, there was a clicking sound as his lightsaber came to rest in his left hand, and in his right was a disruptor pistol. An odd combination of weapons to be sure, but the sudden swell of Force energy had put him on edge. As he stood, he made sure to remain facing the two women. Concern was evident when he addressed them.

"You felt it too Mads, didn't you? Daisy, are you alright?"

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 3

Caid was silent as Alwine offered her reply. Once she was quiet, Caid offered a subtle nod of his head as he motioned for her to follow him. "Well. Try not to die today. I've kind of invested a lot of time into you." A brief glance over his shoulder with a thin smirk conveyed he was far more concerned with her well-being for more than just the sunk cost bias of potential wasted time. She was an effective, capable student with a great deal of potential. If she fell in battle, he wouldn't shed a tear, but he would feel for the galaxy's loss. Not many were, in Caid's eyes, truly a benefit.

As they walked down the spiraling staircase towards the first level, the Sith Lord answered the Lupine's early question. "We are going hunting for Imperials attempting to flee death and hide on the planet Tarsunt."

Arriving in the revamped cargo bay, silver-green eyes found the bound form of their guest. He was sleeping. "On the flight deck I worked an algorithm..." A brief smile in Alwine's direction. She'd no doubt recognize the word from their first interaction on Geonosis. "...based on information received from our guest here, sensor data, and what I was able to sense of lifeforms through the Force. We're presently on course towards a likely concentration of these individuals." Stopping in front of the man, Caid placed a single finger to the captive's knee and unleashed a brief zap of raw dark-side energy into the man's body.

The purple-white tendrils seared flesh and twisted the internal body parts around the man's kneecap, causing him to buck violently in pain. Blood-shot eyes were revealed as his withered eyelids shot skyward. "GAAHHHHHH!!!"

Removing his finger from the man's knee, Caid clasped his hands behind his back as he gazed down at him. "End of the line, my friend. We'll be releasing you very shortly." Motioning between himself and Alwine, Caid made one more statement, tilting his head slightly. "Is there anything either of us can do for you in the interim?"

Frantic eyes glanced between both figures, unsure of what to think. Thus far his captivity had been...relatively benign. The woman...girl? Whatever, the very attractive one hadn't really been around much. Shifting his gaze back to the larger, dark-skinned man, the Imperial shook his head slightly. "N-no. I...I just want to go home."

Caid, head still tilted slightly, closed his eyes as he nodded his head slightly. "Alwine. Please open the cargo door."

The Imperial's eyes went wide with instant recognition. "WAIT! Y-you said I was going home!"

Straightening his posture, Caid allowed a perplexed expression to adorn his features. Glancing to the side, seemingly in thought, he eventually returned his gaze to the Imperial. "Oh...did..." Turning to Alwine, Caid maintained his expression. "Wait...did I say that?" It was rhetorical, and he quickly returned his attention to the Imperial. "No...I'm pretty sure I merely said you would be released. I'm a man of my word."

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 4
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

“Yes an entity...” he didn’t really understand who that man had been but he did have to admit he was powerful with the force.

Vildarn gripped the glass on the table and held it in his hand. “Of course, I trained at the Admiral Trench Academy, Sir.”

He sniffed at the scotch, he didn’t really want to put it in his mouth. The Battle of Void Station was brought up next and the fact that Imperials had escaped.

“I consider myself partly responsible for the enemy escape, my ship was docked at the time taking on civilians after the station life support was destroyed, the warlord himself was eliminated at least.” Vildarn tried not to think of the blood that had painted the walls of Void Station that day, nor did he intend to let the Imperials escape again.

He sipped a small amount of the scotch, he did his best not to go into a coughing fit as he coughed a few times. “Thank you, Sir, the Purge trooper was something of a terrifying experience for me.”

Vildarn decided he had to say something more about the Imperials that came here, he knew the Empire for what they truly were, created by those that would seek to take freedom and hope from the galaxy. “Sir believe me, I will do everything it takes to hunt down every last Imperial on this world, their presence cannot be allowed to continue.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: Indiana Jonesing it up
Equipment: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Location: Start of salt flats
Post: 2

It seemed non had attempted to search for the rare crystals that dotted the ground of the planet, from what she felt most either setting up the prefab camp site or going after the remaining imperils. It seemed fruitless to hut down the remaining storm troopers that remained after the fall of the empire, if one were to leave them be the'd probably just run off and join another empire. Diverting so many military assets to take out a few hundred of them just seemed like a waste, but being currently at peace one could see that a constant enemy was needed to keep experience up.

Focusing back on the task at hand Kurenai had felt a small pull from one of these crystals, it signature being strong powerful compared to the other bust hard to discern among the sea of numerous auras. With each passing step the salt flats made a crunching sound under heel, "It's close, just a little further". Hopefully it would not require a whole lot of digging, but if push came to shove the force was always on and to help with a quick excavation event.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 3
Tags: [member="Caid Centurion"]
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Post: 5

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She offered him a smile and a nod as he commented about investing time in her, already knowing that he would have invested much more time in her by the time her moment to die truly arrive. Alwine was not a fool to believe she would live forever, but a certain feeling or sense inside of her knew that today, that this mission, would not be the last of the Angry Wolf.

And at last, the mission statement arrived; hunting Imperials. "When you have a moment," she said quietly, "I would like to understand more about why the Confederacy and the Imperials are such enemies."

Of course she recognized the word. A week ago she had even tried to open an information datapad that explained more about how it was done. However, the level of required reading was still too advanced for her. She was still working on her reading and writing every day that she spent at home, but… It would take time to cover up for gaps in education caused due to her upbringing.

She did not wince as she saw what Caid was doing to the prisoner. Had it been a random person, the scene would have reminded her of what she herself had gone through during her last months on Stewon. But this was not the case. This was their outright enemy, captured for working against them rather than due to superstitions. Not the same. Hurting him was perfectly all right. Kill all those who would oppose you, be they down or up the ladder.

Alwine found it lightly laughable that the prisoner did not release what releasing could entail. Surely that verbal trap could be sniffed a mile away? And then came the order.

Open the cargo door.

Despite herself, Alwine blinked, her hands frozen for a moment on the latch. Just… Throw them out to finish however many miles it was to splat against the ground? Chocolate eyes now looked outside, to the skies. She'd never seen someone free fall like that. Would it be seconds before he hit the ground? Minutes?

And… Was this the best way to go about it? What would they gain by pushing him out rather than just stabbing him to snuff his life out? Neither way would give him much chance of survival, but…

No. She was hesitating for no reason. Dead was dead. The difference between three seconds and a potential few minutes wasn't enough of a difference to matter, at least in this scenario.

"Your fight is over," Alwine said the words, "May the afterlife treat you better." And with a determined look and a nod that was mostly to herself, she opened the latch.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Behind the Bar at the Makeshift Cantina​

What's Up: Serving drinks. What's it look like? ​

Goals: Nada. This leftover Void Station mess is too crazy. Let the rest of the Confeds suss it out. Daisy Jane? Not gettin' paid enough. ​

[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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At least some things never changed. One of the only things she could get Scherezade to eat for the longest time was cream. Madsy seemed to have a similar palette. It made sense, she supposed, but the personalities that her friend possessed could occasionally be like night and day. At least this was still the same. Daisy drew comfort from it. Somehow, someway, it reassured her to know that Scherezade was in there somewhere.

Daisy smiled beautifully when her friend questioned how the man beside her had been involved. She’d been so immersed in the blood, gore, and mayhem that she probably hadn’t even realized that they’d had aerial support. Mads asked the pilots name Daisy answered for him, deciding there and then, that he would be forever known as, “Flyboy Bloodborn.“

There. Might as well had been law now. He could try and get them to call him Kurayami but that would be a hard sell. Flyboy had such a nice ring to it and his surname wasn’t too shabby either. One day, if he ever wound up in history books, he would thank her for the coolest moniker ever.

“Isn’t Namana Nectar…”, Daisy trailed off, wiggling her fingers in the air, “Addictive? A little like spice but not quite?”

Either that or it was a drink reserved for toddlers. Nevertheless, she served her guest with his feminine-drink and made sure that both he and Mads always had full glasses. There really wasn’t anyone else to help out at the moment so she didn’t feel guilty in the slightest giving them her full attention. They started reminiscing a little bit about Manda and Daisy sighed quietly. She missed the little chicken walker but it had mostly been wrecked in the fight. The tech had been pretty old anyway.

At this point, it would cost more to fix than it would to just commission one.

“Madsy and ah always come out on top but you made sure it wasn’t too much of a struggle. So thank ya kindly. We like all sorts of things…Fighting, having fun, the beach...”, Daisy spoke both appreciatively and fondly, before the coldness swept through her, and stole her ability to speak. The words remained in her mind. Over and over. It was a voice she had never heard, didn’t know, and couldn’t fathom how she was hearing it so clearly without hearing anything at all. “Ah…Uh…”

Save me.

She fidgeted under the sudden attention that her companions gave her. Under the concerned questions. Her peach-tinted lips formed a circle as she worked words around in her mouth but she couldn’t find the capacity to explain what she felt. The Force was still very much so a mystery to her. Madalena suddenly stood in front of her. Daisy felt like she’d misplaced time. While her brunette friend seemed hesitant to touch her Daisy took her hand.

She was real. It grounded her and she exhaled slowly. “Ah’m allright….ah think…”, her voice was gentle, soft, and far more subdued than it had been before. She still felt cold inside. So cold. Daisy shivered against her will and her shoulders shook while she tried to shrug it off. Flyboy Bloodborn asked if Madsy had felt it too and it was then that she knew she wasn’t going bonkers.

“Frackin’ forcie hocus pocus…”, she muttered with genuine annoyance. The golden-haired Americus had never studied the Force in-depth. She had gained a little bit of insight from Scherezade before she went away, but, that was really all. Daisy turned to grab a bottle of ne'tra gal and almost dragged Madsy with her. She’d forgotten that she was still holding her hand. The blue-green eyed Mandalorian gave her an apologetic smile for almost yanking her arm out of socket and poured herself a drink.

She downed it.

Daisy poured another and placed both it and the bottle on the bar. Her lips parted as she tried to find the words. “It felt like a ghost. Like it walked right through me. Ah felt it…Heard it. Did we set up shop on some ancient Tarsunt burial grounds or something?”

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 7
Objective: 1
Wearing: Uniform Clothes
Wielding: Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: VildarnTentoria

He sipped from his glass again, emptying the glass.

"Admiral Trench was a military genius, yet there were better than him, such as Grand Moff Tarkin, and Admiral Wullf Yularen."

He pressed a few buttons on his computer, ordering things to be done around the base. Then grabbed a datapad, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to the Commander, it housed the details of the mission he was to undertake.

"As you should hold yourself responsible, were you to follow protocol and board the civilians on shuttles, not directly via your ship, and dispatch fighters, the Imperials might not have escaped, and I might not be here."

"Now, you may leave anytime today or tomorrow for the mission, it will be a simple---" He was cut off by a call on his holocom, which he promptly answered, making agreeing sounds.

"Due to certain intelligence, the mission will be carried out within this hour. I will be coming along and leading the mission, we will be taking several tanks. You will have four AT-AT's under your command, aswell as the AATs, MTTs and IG-227 Hailfire tanks. My command task will be two AT-M6 Walkers, and a Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle, plus all of your forces. Due to the severity of this mission, you will be driving an MTT to make you as inconspicuous as possible, there is a heavy Imperial presence, and we can not risk both of us for it, the Imperials have reconnected with a large cell hiding out on the planet. They have atleast ten AT-AT's, fifty AT-STs, and countless tanks and ships at their disposal, though the AT-M6 Walkers will make short work of the AT-ATs and larger threats, as they are near indestructible, the tanks you will get are outfitted for dealing with AT-ATs, and basically aything. We move out now, if you have armour, I advise you to wear it. I will put mine on. Ready? move out."

 

[Maggie-Rae Americus]

Objective 1: Set Up Camp, sneak out and gamble
Post: 2
Making friends with: [member="Kintel Ee’everwest"]
Back at camp: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

A man in a neat and tidy jumper approached. He was categorically different from the space-jockeys and chaavlas she normally caroused with, and without nonsense or fanfare, he steered her bet to one of his choice, but with such subterfuge and precision that Maggie did not detect it.

Eyes scanning him like retina security, she relaxed a little, realizing he wasn’t with the CIS’s ground crew coming to drag her back to camp. As they both leaned against the railing overlooking the droid fighting pit, Mags turned to him as he introduced himself as Kintel.

“You’re right. I ain’t been here before. My first time and all,” she said showing a row of welcoming pearly whites. “Come on over, sugar.” The redhead sidestepped towards the Nabooian native, so they were nearly touching. Maggie’s candy-red nails clicked against the wood of the railing.

The wink and the smile from Kintel? Both of those appealed to the Mandalorian as cerebral men just confused her. At least with a wink, you knew where you stood.

“I’ll say, you handle those credits like a beek-monkey handles coconuts. My name is Maggie-Rae.” She held out her hand for him to shake it, not quite sure yet if Mr. Money Bags was actually wealthy or just playing the part. Then again, she may have lacked the wherewithal to tell even if he was wearing a top hat and a monocle.

"Are you a local?"

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 5
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

The mission had been revealed to him, he supposed it seemed alright, he didn’t too much like being placed in charge of Imperial technology but was willing to look past it if it was necessary for the mission. He wasn’t surprised when a call came through revealing that they wanted him to move out immediately. He didn’t know if riding in the MTT was either necessary or the best idea considering the heavy weapons they would be going up against but right now wasn’t the time to argue.

“Yes Sir, ready to leave when you are.” he hadn’t been given any armour, he’d be sure to gain some when he had the chance.

He spoke into his comm. “Droid forces, mobilise and prepare for immediate deployment, heavy Imperial resistance required to be put down.”