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

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 4

Silver-green eyes watching the diminutive woman with a mixture of intrigue and curiosity. Truth be told, Caid had yet to see Alwine actually kill anything. Sure, he knew of her proclivity for violence particularly when angered. However, it was quite a different thing to actual snuff out a life up close. This precise situation wouldn't make that mark, and he knew well enough that the young woman had actually done just that already.

Once the cargo bay doors had fully opened, the Sith Lord re-directed his gaze to the prisoner before waving a dismissive hand. Accompanying the motion was a crushing torrent of Force energy that flung the Imperial, chair and all, out into the freedom of the sky. Moving to stand by Alwine, the Sith Lord watched for a handful of moments until the man's body was but a speck.

Turning to face Alwine, he nodded his head. "You may close the hatch." While the Lupine executed this task, Caid made his way over to the side of the cargo bay. Leaning against the bulkhead, he allowed the vibrations from the vessel to travel throughout his body for a moment before initiating his response to Alwine's question. She was always quite the seeker of knowledge. It was a trait that he both respected and admired.

"The Confederacy and Imperials are largely enemies because of differing views on government practices and basic civil rights. Do you know the difference between an autocracy and a democracy?" Granted, that wasn't the real sticking point, but it would lead to a larger explanation. They still had a modicum of time before reaching the ground.

 

[Kaden Farr]

TARSUNT
NETHERWORLD
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Daisy Americus"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
POST: Three​

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Kaden knew that he had connected to someone. There was a shift, or a wondering. His soul could feel a connection to something strong, and all the while the darkness around him grew. There was an impending thought growing in his mind, one which threatened him. The grave would keep him. There was something about the hellacious place he was in that desired to hold him forever. His will to keep to fighting was growing with each breath, but so was the darkness that searched to find him.

“Save me...” he simply said it again, though this time he tried to see through the veil and project some image of himself.

His mind searched hard for the display. Kaden Mantis the once promised Warmaster stood a broken and hardened man. The armor he always wore, as black as night and covered in the pitch which littered the ground of the Netherworld. Was his eye missing, yes, the eyepatch he once had nailed over his missing eye was set in place. It was the only image he had of himself, the broken young warrior that he had once been.

“Save me...”

He called out to the woman he saw. There were others with her, a pilot, another woman. Kaden tried to reach to them as well, and he could feel it fighting against him. The more he tried the stronger he became until the darkness around him was gone, and his view was of the bar and those around him. His stoic face never left the blonde. His one good eye focused intently on her.

“Help me... this place wants to take me, make me fade, make me forgotten. Save me...”

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[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 3
Tags: [member="Caid Centurion"]
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Post: 6

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Being a Lupine gave Alwine a few senses that were much better those of humans even when she was in her human shape. The sense of smell was the major one, her nose sensitive to the scents that from what she had always gathered, most people never even noticed. Sense of hearing was another one, the Lupine's sensitive ears ever so gentle, easy to harm with overly loud noises, and able to pick up sounds that most people never could. But when it came to the sense of sight, Alwine had never noticed any difference. She knew the woman could see detail further away than the wolf, and could see colors more vividly. And yet compared to other people, it was probably either the same or not overly better or worse. And so when she watched their prisoner free fall onto the planet, it wasn't too long before the details of his face and body became a blur that fell further and further away, until there was just a little spec that would soon flatten against the earth.

Alwine checked herself. Was this supposed to bother her in any way? It did not. She felt no remorse about her part in it, no remorse for the man. Would she have done it had she been the one to lead the situation? She doubted she would have even thought of that. Once again Alwine found herself in a situation in which her emotional response, or rather, its lack of, made her pause. She was a wolf, yes, but she had never truly been a killer or an accomplice. Only her parents, her mother's life snuffed out by herself in payment for the dreadful woman caging a wolf. Her father had been killed by Varick and she had supported that every breath of the way. But those two had deep reasons that were entwined so deeply in the lives of the Lechner siblings. Others… She had never killed. Only prey for food. And now helping Caid kill this man, she felt… Nothing. Nothing good, nothing bad. And this in turn slightly unnerved her. Was she not supposed to feel anything other than indifference?

Now she moved quickly, following the order that had been given, the hatch closed within seconds. Strength as a woman, another thing that she had that was better than other humans. Any who would mistake her size for weakness in strength or durability would be sorely mistaken.

Putting the thoughts of her emotions aside, Alwine focused her attention on Caid as he began to explain. She knew quite quickly that she did not comprehend the depths of what he said. How were the views different? Why were they different? And if they were different enough, why had the Confederacy done nothing regarding the situation on Stewjon when they took it into their space? Stewjon had little to offer in the way of taxes or goods, and yet the Confederacy had wanted to add it anyway. But why? And what had they given in return?

The difference between autocracy and democracy? Alwine blinked. "I have no recollection of hearing those words before," she admitted, though there was no shame or embarrassment in her features. Actually… A memory stirred, of a conversation overheard at one of the parties she had served at, "No, that is wrong," she corrected herself, "I have heard the word democracy before, but I do not know what it means, other than a form of rulership that was unpopular with the lords of Stewjon."

 

[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="Kaden Mantis"]
Post: 7

Kurayami. Madalena noted it in her mind, knowing well in advance that while she was going to go on a first name basis, Daisy was going to call him Flyboy Bloodborn until the day he died. And after that too, probably. She was about to answer his question too, when all the shenanigans with Daisy started, bringing their friendly and introductory conversation to an abrupt halt.

Daisy's plum kissed mouth formed a perfect O before she took Madalena's hand and practically yanked her away. Maddy remained quiet as the two moved, always looking around them, trying to find a source of something, of anything, that could be trying to hurt her friend. You didn't get to hurt her friend and stay alive, that was a core rule in her book. Kurayami had assumed that she'd felt it too and for the time being she preferred not to say that she actually had no clue what was going on, didn't know what both he and Daisy were feeling. But it didn't matter. Just because two could sense it and she could not, did not mean it wasn't happening. Madalena had way too much experience to believe something that stupid.

"Did you hear something good? Something bad? Something threatening to use your body as its proxy while sending your soul off to die somewhere?" the brunette questioned, glowing emerald eyes fixed on her friend. "Okay, Daisy, look at me. Look into my eyes," she instructed her, "I want you to imagine. Imagine yourself standing wherever makes you feel all nice and safe, okay? And now imagine you're being shielded from every direction, but the shields are all made of the Force. That's how you protect your mind from unwanted Forcie visitors, okay? Take a deep breath and try it."

She was about to give her further instructions, when suddenly Madalena took a step back. The image was fresh in her mind, of a man with a missing eye, wrapped… Wrapped in darkness. A shudder ran through her, not for the man, but for what surrounded him, though she was not sure why. But something inside her clicked and shifted as the realization of the situation became crystal clear.

Invisible talons jumped from her to the man, shifting into a rope that he could hold on to. Something inside Madalena screamed that the man was not dead, or perhaps was just physically dead, but that grave things would happen if she did not throw him that rope, did not help pull him out of there. True death was hardly the worst thing that could happen to a person.

"Can you feel my Forcie-rope, Daisy?" she asked. She didn't know of Kuriyami had control over the Force, and now was not the time to ask. "Help me make it stronger. Help me pull it. He's focused on you so if you want to help him, you need to help with the rope thing. It's all about what you envision, what you wrap the Force around. You can do this, Daisy."

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 8
Objective: 1
Wearing: This
Wielding: DC-15S Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: [Member=VildarnTentoria]

He picked up his DC-15S, and put his helmet on, signalling to move out.

He marched quickly to his Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle, and boarded it. He had a crew of a Navy Captain, Pilot Chief Warrant Officer, Pilot Warrant Officer, a gunner crew, and a few Midshipmen and Ensigns from the Navy. The Command shuttle promptly took off, the AT-M6s departing immediately, marching along. The Shuttle had to go slow for the walkers, which was excruciatingly slow.
This left plenty of time for the Navy Commander to get to his MTT, when he had, the forces sped off, matching the speed of the Shuttle and AT-M6 walkers.

The forces headed North, to an Imperial Base, that had a full twenty five AT-STs and a full ten AT-ATs, and a detachment of TIE fighters and the likes. The AT-M6's opened fire on the AT-AT's without a moment's notice, landing the first shots, an AT-AT falling down due to a fatal shot to it's leg. A squadron of TIE Fighters flew at the Command Shuttle, which were taken care of easily by the shuttle's weapons system. The Shuttle then concentrated fire on a few AT-STs that were near the front, blowing them up easily. The shuttle hung back in safety. The AT-M6's prepared the cannons on their backs, and fired them at a few AT-ATs, blowing them up, atleast four in total.

A second squadron of TIE Fighters flew at the Shuttle, all of which were shot out of the sky, except for one. That just clipped the shuttle, knocking the crew aboard off their feet, and out of their seats in some cases. Unfortunately, the main pilot, the Chief Warrant Officer, wasn't knocked out of his chair, but instead, thrown to the side, knocking the controls to the left, sending the shuttle off course. Then, as luck would have it, an AT-AT shot at the shuttle, and hit the shuttle right in it's right side, causing a large gaping hole to appear in the ship's side, sending it spiralling out of the air, smoking, into the ground, with a crash, but no boom. Now, feasibly, no humans could have survived that crash, but the Lieutenant General was no ordinary human, in the time it had taken for the Shuttle to travel to the ground, he had managed to get all of the crew onto the floor, where ever they may be. Preventing certain death from the crash.

 

[Kintel Ee’everwest]

TARSUNT
DROID FIGHTING ARENA
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Maggie-Rae Americus"]
POST: Four

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Her accent was different. Kintel could not place it, and he had been all over the galaxy because of his status, whether it was to promote it or run from it. The would be politician understood why there was scandal with so many of the supposed elite. Like him they wanted an escape from always having to be on, and the things that happened in private held the power to damage the public image of a person, because the public person was rarely the private one. ​

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Sugar... that was new one too. Kintel was positive no one had ever called him that before. An amused smile pulled at his lips at the pet name, and he found himself inching closer to the warm charm of the woman's hospitality.​

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"I would hope that I am," he said as his gaze turned from the droids in the pit to the woman that was next to him. "This is one of my allowed vices, and since I know who fixes the matches... losing when I have to acceptable."​

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Yes, he was bragging at this point, but she had left the door open for him to say something about himself. If she was searching as to whether or not he could afford to toss his credits around like he had them, she had her answer. ​

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"I am not a local, I am from Naboo," he answered as Kintel took the hand she extended to shake. Rather than shake it, he lifted her hand to his lips and left a gentleman like kiss on the top of it. "Delighted to meet you Miss Maggie-Rae. What brings you to a droid fight of all things? Looking for some excitement?"​

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[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 5

Caid nodded his head slightly. "It's not often popular with most nobles. Autocracy is simply a system of government wherein one individual has ultimate, complete control over the government and its functions. In a democracy, 'the people' are vested with the power, their interests represented by elected officials. It's a system of balance and compromise. Fortunately or unfortunately, democracies also tend to be the largest bureaucratic messes."

As he'd not been tapping into the Lupine's thoughts, he had no idea about Alwine's internal monologue on the Confederacy's acquisition of Stewjon. However, she was in luck that the general concept was to be addressed...now. "The Empire was very much an autocracy. The Confederacy, like most democracies, maintains the illusion of rule by elected representatives. On paper, the Viceroyalty runs the government on behalf of the people. However, the overwhelming majority of Viceroys are actually appointed, not elected. Further more, I can't really remember the last time my input as a Viceroy was solicited before a military campaign or economic decision." In fact outside of the recent caucus on the use of clones, Caid was positive his input mattered pretty much not at all in government affairs.

"Similarities do exist between the Confederacy and the Empire, however. Like most governments of the galaxy, the primary focus seems ot be the acquisition and indoctrination of new worlds into the Confederacy. Sure, taxes and exports play a role, but in my estimation it is a projection of power and stability. This image is what I'm sure most in the upper spheres of leadership truly covet."

Pushing off the bulkhead, Caid shrugged. "You can form your own opinion, but I'm here to tell you these governments are all the same. Yes, certain aspects of their ideals and beliefs can and do vary, but in the end they are all concerned primarily with their own continued existence. This does not necessarily always go hand-in-hand with what is genuinely best for the people. Not an easy balance to maintain..." Caid allowed his voice to trail at that thought. There was no reason to drag Alwine into a conversation about Endelaan. He doubted that she would ever lay eyes upon its surface.

"We'll be on the ground shortly. If you have last minute preparations to make, now is the time."

 

[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:[member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kaden Mantis"]

Post:3



He chuckled slightly at Daisy's answer to Madalena. According to her his name was officially now 'Flyboy Bloodborn', certainly not the worst name he had ever been given so he wouldn't argue with her. The question about his favored drink seemed a bit out of place for a bartender, but from what he knew it wasn't the most commonly requested item, at least not from his experience. Having it compared to spice was a new one, he certainly hadn't heard that one before. He had no idea how hard spice hit as he had stayed away from it given how addictive it was and the craziness he had heard it lead to.

"Not sure how it compares to spice, or if it does even honestly. It does produce a nice feeling, I wouldn't say that I feel high when I drink it, but it is definitely a...calm feeling and a little fuzzy. Of course I've also been drinking it for a long time so that may be due to a tolerance that I have developed over time. Might be addictive, but I don't HAVE to drink it constantly or anything."

Kurayami enjoyed the back and forth recollections of Manda and the fun times that it had been. It was nice to just be able to relax for a bit and not have to worry about the kill or be killed mentality he usually had to be in during a sortie.

"You always come out on top, eh? Well that sounds like a good time, glad I could make it easier on ya'll. It was quite a bit of fun watching you two work. I'm not..."

He let himself trail off as she slowly responded that she was okay for the moment and poured her own drink. He relaxed slightly, holstering the pistol but keeping his saber at the ready. Then came the questions and instructions from Madalena. He wanted to help but was unsure of what exactly he could do, through the Force or not. He felt the presence shift, trying to reach out to he and Madalena as well. He had never dealt with a situation like this and watched the pair closely, when he felt the flow of the Force shift very quickly. The wording Madalena used gave him an idea as he reached out to her attempting to add to the strength of her "Forcie-rope' without delving into either of their minds. If he opened himself more fully it could help, but could also unwittingly create a bond between the three of them. If he didn't though he had no idea what could happen to Daisy. He decided that if they needed to intensify their efforts he would do so, it was not something he hoped to have to act on, but if needed he could be a conduit to reinforce their existent energies.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 3
Tags: [member="Caid Centurion"]
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Post: 8

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Chocolate brown eyes focused on Caid as he elaborated. Elaborated. What a funny word. She had known since she was a child what it meant, but it had taken her three days before she could write it down without needing to refer to the book she was copying it from. And even that, had only come after several attempts of trying to comprehend what the printed word was at all. The smallest movements of her face occurred as Alwine regained her focus quicker than she had lost it.

If she were to be frank, she did not quite see the difference between the two systems. They sounded pretty much alike to her, with the exception of how the rulers in place were nearly wrapped. Neither of them sounded like much balance, and even less compromise.

"You're a Viceroy," she said out loud, only now realizing that she'd… Actually had no clue. But that meant that he ruled… Or governed, a planet. Why did someone who ruled or governed a planet have the time to take her on as a pupil and invest that much time in her training? There was little that Alwine's abilities could offer in return to someone of that rank.

"I have not known many rulers," she spoke as Caid finished his words and told her they would be there shortly, "but I have known many lords on Stewjon, some of which more than I wished to. And not a single one of the ever cared about what was best of the people. For most of them, it appeared they care about the people's most basic needs, just enough so that they could farm, or clean, or do what their jobs were, and not an inch more. And there were more than a few, who cared about ensuring that those who were not in a similar station, could not even receive that."

While she had lived on Stewjon, it had infuriated her. But then she had been jailed up, accused of being a witch. She had been wagon'd through the village while those who were once her friends threw their rotten food at her. She had her leg broken on purpose. She had been beaten, tortured, starved.

"And the people they lorded over were rarely better," Alwie concluded, "when I am older, when I am better trained, and when I have a better grasp of the galaxy outside of Stewjon so that I do not have to be in the Confederacy because of a lack of options that would keep me with my brothers, I will find a better place. A smaller place, perhaps, but a better place nonetheless."

Were there last minute preparations? The five foot woman looked herself over. She was dressed in the appropriate gear, her hair braided back. She had let her brothers know I advance what she would be doing and that it may take several days before she returned.

"I am ready."

 

[Maggie-Rae Americus]

Objective 1: Set Up Camp, sneak out and gamble
Post: 3
Making friends with: [member="Kintel Ee’everwest"]
Back at camp: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]


Maggie did have a strange accent - not strange to her, of course, but the backwaters and boondocks of Concord Dawn had not been kind to her voice. She had a distinct drawl and an ear-piercing laugh, a polarizing feature. You either loved it or hated it.

“Allowed?” exclaimed the redhead in mock surprise. “Mr. Kintel, you strike me as a man who is allowed to do just anything he damn well pleases.” She quickly latched onto the fact that his first name was much easier to pronounce than his last.

And he knew who fixed the matches? Could a girl get any luckier tonight?

Maybe.

“Naboo. Now everything makes a whole lot of sense.” She toyed with the small, black brooch on her right shoulder and then swirled the little red straw around her drink. As Kintel kissed her hand the redhead blushed, and for a moment appeared almost embarrassed as though she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment despite her attempt at acting like the type of posh lady the Nabooian native may have spent his time with.

“Oh I’m looking for excitement, a’right, and I think I’ve found it here.” Mags looked him square in the eyes when she said that and then turned again to the droids. Her pick was already getting hammered down by a larger, more menacing mechanical being. “What do you do on Naboo, Mr. Kintel?”

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: diggy diggy hole
Equipment: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Location: Start of salt flats
Post: 3

Kurenai was kneeling down among the white salt flats, having zeroed in on the saber crystal, its area, strong but small, that belonging to a Pontite variant of the gems found on this world. The strongest, making a blade that would not falter, though being amount the rarest to find int he white waste lands, making it quite the find.

As the lone woman crouched down thee land around started to shift, rumble and move, Kurenai feeling through the earth, the force moving through the dirt like tendrils as it sought out the powerful gem. Upon finding the source she clasped hold onto it tightly, standing up, bit my bit casing the ground to shake, the ground parting, like some massive excavator.

Relaxing her stance the women looked down into the newly made hole, a small glimmer coming from the center, Kurenai approaching the crystal, plainng a hand over the shinny object, feeling it's aura up close and personal. "You will make a find addition to my collection small thing".

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 6
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: [member="Caranekka Sigmaeus"]

The long journey aboard the MTT had been fairly boring, at least once he’d finished with the Command units on their attack plan. His superior had made it clear that he wanted a walker firing line set up to fend off the Empire’s more larger war machines but that surely left pretty much everything else for him to deal with. The loud sound of heavy blaster fire could be heard from outside, luckily according to a holographic map of the battlefield he was looking at right now it seemed he was out of range. There was no time to waste as he gave the orders for Operation: Dune End to begin immediately.

The doors of the MTTs doors opened up and began the unloading of battle droids from its storage compartments. AATs moved up and began acting as artillery while the infantry force finalised their deployment. Vildarn stepped out and walked with one of the command droid units while observing the battle that was about to commence.

“A number of Imperial walkers and Imperial repulsorcraft have deployed to meet us, Sir, the enemy has also arranged formidable stationary defences at their base camp.” the command droid said using macro binoculars to observe the enemy force more closely.

“Quite good, keep fire on their heavier walkers and let’s begin moving up our infantry with AAT support, keep the Hailfire droids in the back for the moment.” he had to admit that it seemed this was going to be easier than he thought.


The droids marched forward, seeing them all move in unison certainly gave off a sense of what he was seeing was awesome. Imperial storm troopers had set up barricades and trenches running around the camp in preparation for Confederate attack, Vildarn was happy he wasn’t sending sentients to try to remove them from their holes.

The battle commenced as ATSTs ATARs and LAVr QH-7 Chariots flowed onto the field to challenge the AATs that Vildarn had ordered in.
Tanks and walkers engaged one another as the infantry droid line began firing at the Imperial armour line. The enemy Imperial vehicles began collapsing and exploding overwhelmed by mass blaster fire but entire squads of droids were quickly mowed down to rapid fire blasters from the All Terrain Advanced Raiders and Chariots.

“Move in our Hailfires, I want more fire on those ATSTs so our AATs fire can be redirected towards those lighter Imperial vehicles.” their AATs were better but their main cannons required that few more seconds to charge, of course the Chariots would be overwhelmed a lot easier by mere infantry fire if not for their light shielding.

As Hailfires rolled into the field of battle, purple missiles soared through the air as they collided with the armour of the ATSTs, some of the walker legs managed to stay up for a time but most fell to the ground with only black ends where the rest of the walkers main capsule had once been. Storm troopers were holding the line against the massive amount of E5 blaster fire careening towards them, a few points along the trench line turrets had even been set up but the amount of droids meant these positions would soon easily be overrun.

“The storm troopers sure are brave if they intend to stay, I want to know the second our droids are up to that trench line.” he didn’t like how many droids he was losing, next time he’d think of a better tactic.

“Sir, the command shuttle has been hit.” the droid Commander informed him.

He looked over to the shuttle and sure enough it had been hit, this was why he’d never use a shuttle in a ground operation. “Get two squads over there to help!”

One of the ATM6s collapsed, overwhelmed by ATAT blaster fire. “Get those walkers together, if we lose them we’re in trouble!”

Vildarn looked back to see a number of Tie fighters preparing for a run on their troops, if he didn’t stop them it was a problem they may end up even causing trouble for their vehicles.

“I want rockets prepared for anti fighter duty on the double.” he just hoped the Lieutenant General was alright.

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 9
Objective: 1
Location: Crashed Upsilon Command Shuttle.
Wearing: This
Wielding: Z-6 Rotary Cannon Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: [Member=VildarnTentoria]
Theme: Stand Alone

On Commander Tentoria's comms, static burst through, for a good minute, then the voice of the Lieutenant General.

"Man down, man down! get me a transport out here now! On the Double! Multiple Down! They've got us surrounded! I've got a Z-6 Cannon on board! I'm going to push them back, my armour can easily withstand their blaster shots for a few minutes, I need you to get artillery fire east of my position, aim for the AT-AT's legs! Do it now!" The comms were corrupted by static, cutting of the Lieutenant General.

Caranekka grabbed the Z-6 Rotary Cannon, spinning it up. He hit the emergency release button for the ramp with the bottom of his fist, the ramp swinging open, knocking Stormtroopers back. As he stepped out, he opened fire on the Stormtroopers. Mowing them down, two to three shots per stormtrooper was the magic number. Eventually, some got close enough for him to start swinging the Z-6, he knocked them down, knocking the helmets off some. He had atleast two broken ribs, and a broken leg, he knew that much, but he wouldn't let the stormtroopers in to the wounded, he couldn't. By now he was knocking down Stormtroopers atleast four at a time, but they kept getting back up, their armour absorbing most of the force and damage from the hammering.

He began shooting again, which lasted for only a short while, when he ran out of ammo, he slung the cannon onto his back, pulling his DC-17s out their holsters. He began firing at the stormtroopers again, smacking them in the head if they got too close, not nearly as effective as hitting them with a Z-6 Rotary Cannon, but it worked. Eventually, his blasters ran out of ammo too, and he pushed them back into their holsters, and picked up an E-11 blaster from a Stormtrooper corpse, and began firing it at the remaining troops until they were all dead.

He then lumbered his way back into the shuttle, clutching his side, and laid back against the wall, closing the ramp, and laid against a pillar. He grabbed the Z-6, and reloaded it, then put it next to him, and then reloaded his DC-17s. Gripping his right side with his left hand, his left DC-17 in it's holster, and his right DC-17 in his right hand, slumped on the floor, as the Lieutenant General took off his helmet, and put it beside him, revealing his Jango Fett Clone face, a clone from the Clone Wars. His head slumped down, in exhaustion and pain, yet he was ready to fend off any attackers should they come.

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Crystal Catch | Dominion of Tarsunt
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Objective: 3
Goal: Liberate Tarsunt
Post: 7
Location: Tarsunt
Time: Morning
Tags: Caranekka Sigmaeus

The battle would continue with the orders Vildarn had given but the Lieutenant General had to be saved before the Imperial attempt at a flanking maneuver ended his career permanently. He ordered in an MTT and two AAT and hopped on the side of one of the tanks and drove off for the crashed command shuttle.

An ATAT advances the shuttle that was now surrounded by the bodies of fallen storm troopers. His two squads of battle droids he’d sent earlier stood by awaiting his orders. “Lieutenant, three Hailfire missiles for that Imperial walkers neck.”

“Roger, Roger.”

The missiles slammed into the neck of the ATAT decapitating the enemy vehicle as its body collapsed into the sand.
Two ATSTs and a few squads of stormtroopers approached the crash site, their weapons fired at the droids around him, they had little chance as the AATs had to focus on the ATSTs. The ATSTs took significant damage from the first shots but despite catching alight they continued to fight. Vildarn dived from his tank into the sand as the ATSTs fired upon the repulsor tanks scorching their front armour black.

The tanks fired again destroying the ATSTs but the stormtroopers were not easily broken as they took fire at the tanks. One storm trooper revealing himself a shock trooper pulled out a MiniMag PTL Rocket Launcher and fired a proton torpedoe that destroyed one of his tanks in a single shot. He pulled himself up from the sand and charged firing his Blurrg. Two storm troopers were taken out right before the shock trooper himself was killed by a red blaster bolt to the head.

The remaining storm troopers threw thermal detonators by the AAT turning the tank into a massive explosion that caused Vildarn to fall to the ground, hot sand burned his skin and uniform as his vision and that of the stormtroopers was blocked from one another. The MTT approached at a sluggish pace and fired its front cannons at the remaining troopers. A squad of battle droids approached with one leaning out a hand to help their Commander up.

“The shuttle, check the shuttle.” he said brushing the sand off of his blue uniform.

The droid squad approached the open shuttle. “Hello, Sir, anybody?”

 

[Unlinked]

Post: 10
Objective: 1
Location: Crashed Upsilon Command Shuttle.
Wearing: This
Wielding: Z-6 Rotary Cannon Dual DC-17 Pistols
Tags: VildarnTentoria
Theme: Stand Alone

A trail of blood ran down from his lip, he had a cut on his left cheek, exposing red.

He heard blaster fire, and yelling, and explosions, and grunted, shifting his head to the other side. His mouth hung open, which he then promptly shut, to be honest, for having just fought off a good few squads of Stormtroopers, who were in better shape than him, having not just been in a massive shuttle crash. He had also managed to swing a Z-6 around and knock people down, now, if you factor in his broken ribs, and leg, and the fact he was just in a massive shuttle crash, and fought off atleast ten squads of stormtroopers, you'd say he was in pretty good shape.

"Yes, I'm in here, get the Navy Personnel out, they're either unconscious or heavily injured, and congratulations to the Commander, he just prevented and airstrike. The AT-AT he shot down had a weapon in it capable of causing mass destruction, in airstrike form. No personnel in here dead, and back up, I'm opening the ramp."

He got up, still clutching his side, and holding his helmet, his DC-17 back in it's holster. He then limped over to the controls for the ramp, and gave the droid ample time to move back, then opened the ramp, and stood in the ramp way, obscured by steam. He slowly limped down the ramp, and towards the Commander and the droids.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Behind the Bar at the Makeshift Cantina​

What's Up: Close encounters of the ghostly kind. Need more rum. Or less. Not sure?​

Goals: Let's not unleash Cthulhu-Kthx.​

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Daisy was glad to hear that Madsy hadn’t been forced to survive too long without her. She threw the brunette a cheerful smile that erased any shadows that might have dared show themselves on her face. Truth be told, the Mandalorian could have done with a nap, but there was something about Tarsunt that made her edgy and skittish. She didn’t want to sleep. That would mean closing her eyes.

The thought of not being able to see was suddenly terrifying.

She watched the interaction between [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] with gentle eyes. The golden-haired Americus could remember a time when her friend would have sooner stabbed someone versus holding a legit conversation. It made her feel wistful. She loved Madalena. How could she not? But she missed Scherezade too. Seeing her closest friend as two distinctly different people really made her headache sometimes. But hey, no friendship was perfect.

Daisy snorted when Flyboy Bloodborn commented that Namana Nectar was more common than the Corellian Ale he’d requested and her nose crinkled when she grinned. “Yeah—and a little less girly. Corellian ale might as well be water. At least, Ah’m assumin’ that has flavor.”

The pilot across the bar gave her the skinny on Namana Nectar but, truth be told, she would stick to her black ale. It would do the trick far better than some feel-good happy juice. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really participate in the rest of the conversation when Casper decided to walk through her. Daisy was pulled back to the present by Madsy and tried her best to focus on her questions. “Hear something? It asked—“

She heard it again. Save me.

Daisy eyed her drink pointedly and raised the ne'tra gal to try another swig. She was definitely hearing things. A cursory glance to the pair with her didn’t immediately tell her if they heard it too, or, if she was just the luckiest duck in the row. “It asked for help. It—He didn’t threaten me.”, she admitted carefully, still feeling chilled, and a little hazy. What the heck? She didn’t do this forcie hocus pocus outside of lifting a few things here and there. Blue-green eyes echoed her confusion as she tried to listen about how to protect herself. How to shield her mind from intrusion. Chit, this metaphysical garbage sucked.

For her own sanity—she tried. Daisy closed her eyes and tried to imagine the safest place she could imagine. Somewhere beautiful, where she could let go of her worries, and finally settled on the golden-rolling wheat fields that they had germinated on Haseria. It was a sight. For such a dry, dusty area, to produce something so well with proper irrigation and enhanced fertilizer. The sun was warm, just like Tarsunt, but there weren’t any disembodied voices talking to her there. “Okay…Okay…”, she muttered to herself as she tried to calm her fluttering heart so that she could project the shields Madsy had mentioned.

For a moment there was silence. Then, the voice crashed through those walls, through those shields, as if they were made of wet tissue paper. Daisy jumped. There was more to the message this time. Her gaze turned back toward Kurayami and she blinked as the outline of a man made itself apparent behind him. She stared hard. The image was unclear, foggy, as if she were looking at him through a heavy rain on a humid day. Something changed. Madsy did something. Daisy couldn’t tell what it was for the life of her—but she knew it was something. Her friend started asking if she felt the ‘forcie-rope’ that she had created and she did, like a lasso, but Daisy could feel something amiss. Something wrong. She didn’t know if it was the ghost or something around him but this situation wasn't anywhere close to being in her wheelhouse. “Mads—No. Stop, please. Please, please stop. It doesn't feel right.”

Daisy mentally released the rope and blocked it. She shook her head and glanced at Flyboy Bloodborn for some sort of direction or support one way or the other. She felt her heart sink at turning someone away, someone asking for help, but what if they released something terrible? Not all things asking for help were victims. Not all things doing the killing were wrong. Mentally, she apologized to the spirit [[member="Kaden Mantis"]].

One day he might escape. It wouldn’t be through her. Not today.

“We don’t know who he is. We don’t know what he is. You can’t just open your mind to any old spirit walking by—The Force is all chit-fracked. There’s always a price or a cost for the big things. What if this is a big thing? What if he’s a big bad evil thing?”

Daisy’s hands splayed apart imploringly. She wasn’t against helping if it was truly the right thing to do. The golden-haired Mandalorian just didn’t want to open a can of worms they couldn’t close. There was already the Darkness that Scherezade suffered. What if this was part of it? Or something worse? “We need help before we stick ourselves in the frying pan. One of those Masters. Do either of you know any we can hunt down?”

The only Force Masters she knew of were Sith. Darth Metus. Darth Tacitus…They were a dime a dozen in the CIS. Perhaps they could ask one of them before they held a creepy séance?

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Along with his men Cardinal disappeared into the smoke and fog brought on by the Eternal Empire. With their ability to move unseen as well as their skills with a blade the Knights Obsidian sew ruin along the lines of the Imperial forces. The fog was thick and difficult to navigate yet the Dominus Prime's helmet allowed him to see his enemy through the thick screen. The Imperials seemed to be in full retreat once again and as three soldiers turned their back to Cardinal he leapt forward. His Vibroblade came down directly into the back of one of the soldiers, the loud crack of bone impacting with his blade nearly forced even the battle hardened man to flinch. Before the others could realize what was happening Cardinal's free hand shot forward gripping them both in the invisible tendrils of The Force. The men were suspended over the ground as the life fled them from suffocation. Once the deed was done he released his grip and the two bodies fell to the ground lifelessly.

The fog surrounding him slowly began to clear and it was apparent what was occurring now. The Eternal Empire's support had led the Imperials to an all out slaughter. What remained of their forces had been routed and were no longer present on the battlefield. As the soldiers of Darth Tacitus worked to clear the rest of their enemy a group of Cardinal's Knights strode up to the man.

"The Imperials are done, sir." The lead man reported, gesturing back towards the brief battle they had returned from.

"And the sniper?" Cardinal asked, arching a brow from beneath his helmet. It was apparent someone had handled it, otherwise they would not be able to stand out in the open without their cloaking technology. In response one of the Knight's tossed a helmet into the dirt at Cardinal's feet. Message received. "Good. Collect our dead and wounded. This battle is over, the Empire is over." With that the other Knights offered a brief salute before turning to see Cardinal's orders to completion. Cardinal turned back from the battle grounds. There was much he had to report to his own Master and he never kept Darth Metus waiting.

 

[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="Kaden Mantis"]
Post: 9

She could feel FlyBoy Bloodborn's strength joining her and Daisy and she nodded in approval, her entire attention still on her friend who was so visibly spooked out. Under normal circumstances, she would have never dared suggest they did what they were currently trying to do. But there was something about that Darkness and that pulling in that called to her, screamed to her, alerted her of the dangers that person, whoever he was, was in. Later, she'd think later about how silly this all was. Now, everything within her screamed that she had to help Daisy help the man.

But Daisy wouldn't. Daisy refused. Daisy didn't join her and she practically begged her to stop. Madalena could feel her grip on the Force rope slipping between ethereal fingers, fading away into the thingness that was encompassed in the Great Web. Madalena knew she couldn't do it alone. The rope was slipping and she panted as she tried to hold on it, tried to make it more tangible, tried to throw it to that stranger who'd asked to be saved. But she couldn't. Inside of Madalena, two voices screamed, but she was oblivious to one of them.

And within a heartbeat, it stopped. There was no more rope. She could no longer feel the man. She was no longer oblivious to that second scream because there was no second scream to be oblivious to. Up in a whiff, as though it hadn't happened. But it had happened, and the look on Daisy's face was testimony to that. And still, everything inside of her screamed and reeled. They had not done the right thing, not for the man, but most importantly, for themselves.

Madalena wanted to stomp away, to leave the area, to let Daisy know she'd call her once she'd called down. Blush rose to her cheeks and she closed her eyes, taking long inhales. Someone had once told her that to calm down you had to inhale and count until ten. But that had only pissed her off more and she'd ended up killing that someone. Breathing, just breathing, was a better way to go about it.

When she opened her eyes, she wanted to scream that she was one of those big bad things. That she was not afraid of some spirit because she had faced worse. But she hadn't, had she? Instead, Madalena just sighed.

"There are a bunch of them on the planet right now," she said quietly, knowing that if she raised her voice by a single decibel she would start screaming, "but they're busy."

Frak drinking. Frak all her rules about not drinking.

Madalena helped herself and poured a shot of whatever it was in the bottle that was nearest to her, drowning three of them in a row before she took another breath.

"You," she said, voice now louder, her finger pointed at her best friend, "need training. You can't keep not training your Force abilities because Forcies make you uncomfortable. Next week, I'm coming to Haseria, and I'm training your beautiful butt. Because you're not doing this on your own, and if you keep not doing it, it's only a matter of time before something evil and big does come after you, and all your Mando guns won't do a bantha's butthole against it."

Another shot. A gasp. Madalena sighed.

"I'm sorry for that tone, Daisy," she said, her voice returning more or less to somewhat normal. Shouldn't four shots in under a minute have made her feel at least somewhat dizzy? She felt like she'd only had water. "Please, let's meet next week and start training you. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you to something that a little bit of training could've saved you from."

 

[Lirka Ka]

With a flick the rather small amount of gore that came across her Klaive today was flown off to the sand, Lirka frowned under her helmet. She had killed few, far too few, and then it had all cleared up. A pitiful show of her power, but it wasn’t awfully surprising.

Turning with a grumbled, she returned to her GAT-turned-transport and zoomed her way back to base. Going back to the part of battle she very much didn’t like. Amusingly she was about the same as she had been after Rishi.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 3
Wearing: Light armor over lightweight black and crimson robes
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"]
Post: 6

Caid opened his mouth to give a more comprehensive response to Alwine's statements, but the flashing of an amber-colored light in the cargo bay stayed his tongue. Instead, the dark-skinned Viceroy merely nodded to Alwine. "It's nearly time. Wait here." Turning, the Sith Lord jogged lightly up the steps to the flight deck. A quick scan out of the forward vieport and the controls at his chair confirmed they were in the final stages of their approach. "Deactivate the cloak when we're over the insertion point. Keep it low over the trees to help mask our descent, then depart on the established escape vector uncloaked to draw attention as we ingress towards the objective. You can re-engage the cloak once you're above the cloud layer."

"As you command, Your Highness."

With a final nod of approval, Caid turned and made his way back down to the cargo bay. Nodding to Alwine, he made a brief comment as the bay doors were opened by the flight crew. The amber light turned to a steady green just as Caid returned his eyes to Alwine. For a moment, he considered something but decided not to chance it. "Hold on." Without any further indication as to the point of his statement, Caid surged forward and seized Alwine in his arms. As their respective bodies merged tightly against one another, Caid jumped them both out the opening.

The two force users raced past tall trees near instantly. Air rushed around their ears and the smell of nature filled their nostrils as Caid subtly began manipulating the Force to keep them both from slamming into the ground below. A few meters above the ground, he abruptly increased the degree to which he utilized the ethereal energy to levitate their bodies. With practiced ease, Caid allowed their feet to touch the ground just before their rate of descent had dropped to zero.

Releasing Alwine, Caid's bright gaze immediately snapped in the direction of the presences he had faintly sensed from the sky. Now that they were on the ground, the Sith Lord could clearly make out six distinct presences several hundred meters upwind and, somewhat unfortunately, uphill of them. The tactical effect would have been the necessity for a circuitous approach, but they weren't exactly using a tactical means to ensnare their foe. Silently, he gave Alwine simple instructions. Stay low, quiet, and light on your feet.

Which...for the diminutive Lupine certainly would not be a problem. Caid was at a genetic disadvantage when compared to his pupil in that sense, but he'd learned to overcome the reality of his size through a lot of training and, admittedly, early failure. Footfalls were barely even heard as he set off into the distance.