Darkness Within (SJO Dominion of Garos IV)

[Makil Bandon]

"well unless we can think of a better idea it might be the only option, we won't be able to study the artifacts if we can't get to them anyway" Makil said then a thought came to him...just maybe...


"What is this force light you speak of? Is it the force energy that you expel that would damage the artifacts? Or is it something else?" He questioned, in all his study's he'd never come across something called force light, *maybe it is just the force telling me this ability is not for me* he pondered

Tag [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Lex Del'Fino]

"You can never be too meticulous in an investigation. Let's go with you two's plan for now." The Padawans, [member="Seth Brackson"] and [member="Ura Iolar"], were intelligent; able to quickly come up with a plan of action and settle on it were good traits to have, and if they hadn't been so quick to say it, he would've suggested it himself. As the trio walked towards the establishment, Lex could feel the nervousness leaking away from Ura, the case itself obviously unsettling her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Relax, kid." He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he had to try, on occasion.

He pulled out the data-pad given to him by the local police, and went over the case notes. This added some essential context to the investigation, and already was altering the theories he'd come up with. The police couldn't find a connection between the six other than the common location, but Lex could make out another, if at the moment weak and faint. The occupations of the victims seemed random just at a glance, but could be assembled if someone knew what they were looking for.

The group had the makings of a smuggling ring. A supplier, or at least a connection to one, a financier, a stocker, and an insider. Each role could be applied to one of the victims, though it wasn't perfect, as the bounty hunter and the unknown fourth didn't quite mesh into. Yet. It was a work in progress.

Now, he had two working theories to apply to the investigation. One would be better, but often times you didn't get what you wanted in a case. You made do with what you had. "When we get in there, try to ask around a bit, see if any of the patrons were familiar with the victims. See if they were recent additions to the regulars roster. I'll talk with the owner of the staff."

 

[Seth Brackson]

Allies Ura and Lex

Objective: Solving murders

Gear: Shoto, 2× lightsabers

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Seth also picked up on [member="Ura Iolar"] being nervous. It wasn't just visible through the force. It was apparent even by the slight rustling of her crystaline structure. Couldn't quite blame his fellow padawan. He was almost willing to give up his backup lightsaber to the other padawan. As it's effects did help keep the mind calm even in stressful moments. He did decide against it for a few reasons however and chose to keep his weapons concealed.

Being around shady individuals and even dark ones. Wasn't as uncommon to Seth. He lived on the streets as a youth and was exposed to many different situations and many different folks. Some of which weren't exactly pleasant. Though the knight already approached to try and provide a sense of calmness. This man clearly had some experience with this kind of case. Either that or cases in general.

Seth glanced to [member="Lex Del'Fino"] and gave a simple nod of acknowledgement before he began to approach the building. "Not your first case like this?" Seth made a educational guess on the matter. In an attempt to determine some information about the guy. It was amazing how much you could pick up about a person. From.. Well about anything. Seth for instance chose to keep his hood up. It didn't make for the friendliest of statures. Though it was honest to his general nature.

Plus, this also could be viewed as an attempt to start a team dynamic. As well as a warmup for when they needed to dissect the people in the establishment. It had many purposes and yet.. Was such a simple statement. Even if posed in a questioning manner.

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

"So, there's the backstory we were all waiting for."

Once the tall and anxious black man named Calvin explained the history between the Minister and the man outside named Clark Hunnin. She obviously wanted to talk with him, but it seemed as if he did not want to talk with her. The way his men were treating this situation with such recklessness portrayed their relationship and altercation. The silence was broken once more by a very inaccurate blaster being shot from outside and hitting near the door once more. The situation was escalating.

They were dealing with no one civilized whatsoever. They were dealing with terrorists and they couldn't deal with the situation lethally. Great. Now he was itching for action and so were the Rangers.

It was silent yet again except for the Rangers shuffling around the room into and out of cover, upstairs as well.

The silence was broken yet again by a microphone from the outside. It was him. The terrorist that was "Worse than a Sith".

He pleaded for Mary to come outside and walk towards him so his pals could "deal with the outsiders". He insisted that the planet could handle itself and that he'd use the SJO as an example of what happened when foreigners meddled in their affairs. He added that they couldn't protect them and they were worthless to them.

Then the silence was broken and his master, [member="Diana McClaine"], took charge. This was something out of character for her but he could feel that she was growing tired of the inaction from the paramilitary forces above.

"Cantor. Stay with the minister. She doesn't go outside. Understood?" she ordered.

"Yes, Master. Guaranteed." he responded.

After the brief orders and when his Master was gone, Kresslyn stood up and walked towards the center of the room, sitting down and folding his legs, closing his eyes. A non force user wouldn't understand this, but they also didn't know he could still feel movements. See without seeing. If the Minister ever got up and made a dash towards the door, he could respond quickly and pull her backwards with force. If the man ever made any sudden movements, he could deal with him as well. Meditating and Force Sight were a good combo, and a good trick he discovered himself.

"If he wanted everyone dead he would've rushed by now. He doesn't want to hurt the minister, or hes trying to use her. I think they have the same things on their mind. Trying to avoid blood, at least of local." said [member="Mig Gred"] from another corner to Kresslyn.

"He wants everyone in this room besides her dead. Obviously, this is not an objective he can accomplish. I can feel his fear and pain. He would be dealt with before he even got within yards of the door. They're at the disadvantage. The storm is picking up." he responded while in a meditative state.

 

[Samatharis]

Negotiations
p3, [member="Valkren Calderon"] , [member="Chronicler"] , [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] , [member="Mig Gred"]


Diana shuffled up the stairs of the delicate cabin and quickly found Valkeren in one of the upstairs bedrooms. She avoided LOS on the window and knelled down beside him discretely.

"People downstairs are spooked and I've got nothing."

The look on her face was one of concern and frustration. So she kept her voice low and steady. Obviously asking the veteran military Assembly Member for help.

"I could use some help coming up with a plan."

It was obvious. They needed leadership and solidarity. And they needed it yesterday. Hopefully the Rangers had something in mind. Otherwise? Well. Kark. Diana was just going to jump out a window and start carving up the enemy army until they gunned her down. And that was not a Silver Jedi plan. It was desperation talking.

Meanwhile, another Ranger came shuffling down the stairs and threw Mig his equipment. He didn't need to say anything. Soldiers understood. He was gonna need those. Soon.

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Outside. Clark's breath was hanging drowsily in the air. He was growing tired of waiting.

"Gav." He motioned a man behind the crowded treeline. A very specific instrument of his will.

"Sir." A giant man in a dark black helmet answered. With deep, violent anticipation.

"I think the Jedi have waylaid our dear planet's Minister. Messed with her mind." Hunnin grumbled.

"Yes sir. I understand." The Black Lieutenant nodded his fullhelm with glee. Flexing his gloves like a madman.

A moment of silence past between the pair. Unspoken words need not be uttered. They understood what had to happen next. They had waited long enough already. The Black Lieutenant turned towards his men. The unnumbered horde that laid hidden in the grasses. Then he spoke with his helmet's comm,

"The Minister is to be taken alive. The Outlanders... Are to be cleansed."

In unison the private army answered,

"We are the cleansing. We are the way."

Then Clark Hunnin almost smiled.

"Bring her to me Gav. Bring me, my wife."

Immediately the enemy operation begin with gusto.

Multiple Teams of six men moved up to attack the building from all sides. White suits, white helms, black purpose. They were covered by sniper pairs hidden within the back treeline. Eyes on the windows. Anxious and smiling. Meanwhile, the floating droid above the house starting shooting flares into the white snow by the dozens. Bright red flares. The kind that would make any Ranger's Thermal Imaging a total pain in the HUD. The floating droid spit them onto the balconies, onto the sidewalk, and out into the frozen waterways. Then it stopped. Out of ammo. Yet, it had done enough. The whole perimeter of the building was now flashing with little burning lights.

Zip.

A blaster bolt came ripping out of the treeline at one Ranger poking his head out from a bedroom window. Kaboom! The window exploded as the Ranger was forced to pull back.

Frap. Frap. Frap.

Another Ranger returned fire from opposite the house's upper story and perfectly struck the enemy sniper's iron rifle with a single burst of his firearm.

Then. All hell broke loose.

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Moments earlier, inside the house.

All quiet. Calvin turned to Mig and nodded, "To answer your question. They're his private army. Bought from the army with millions and reinforced with dumb witted kids straight out of the liberal bent universities. Kids educated on the holo-net. Bunch of damned looney toons, if you asked me. Garonic Supremacists. Believing that just because they were born on this planet. Just because of their skin color. That it's enough to make them better than anybody else in the galaxy."

Calvin shoved a finger out towards the windows and the treeline beyond.

"We in the government can't work with these loons! They're violent. Hellbent on a revolution that will never happen. Trying to overcome a majority that knows their wrong. Knows they're crazy. But what can ya do? They've got guns. Aircraft. And a dozen tax loopholes that make them almost untouchable. Pushing just as hard against the economy as the average voter dismisses their senile arguments with fever. Damn traitors."

He turned his quiet wrath back towards Mary. Shaking his head and lowering his voice.

"And guess why we've never been able to actually root them out. Hmm. Guess who's been speaking up for them. All this time."

Mary breathed slowly and let her eyes meet his.

"That's right Mary." Calvin nodded. "And you knew. It would always come to this. In the end."

Calvin gestured to one of the local security agents to throw him a gun. And the local officer did easily. So Calvin checked the ammo pack and nodded.

"Now. ...May God help us all."

Zip.

A blaster bolt blew out a bedroom window.

Zip, zip, zip.

A Ranger fired back at the sniper.

Kresslyn's Force Senses began tingling wildly. A Ranger nearer the front window looked back at the delegation and began shouting through his helmet to anyone would hear,

"HERE THEY COME!"

"Please! Don't kill them! They're members of the...!" Mary shouted as the blaster bolts started ripping through the house in quick focused bursts.

Zip. Zip. Zip. Kaboom! Kaboom! Wood splinters and sparks went everywhere. Windows failed and the front door grew a few more holes. Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!

The enemy was trying to be precise. Trying to focus on the muzzle flashes from the Rangers firing back.

"I CAN TALK TO THEM! STOP FIRING!" Mary screamed as Calvin switched his blaster to stun and starting shooting over the bar. "STOP! PLEASE! I'M GOING OUTSIDE!"

Mary rushed for the door as hell descended upon the building. The enemy teams were half way across the open grass.

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Diana turned her head towards Valkeren as the first blaster bolt fired through the air.

"Whatever you're thinking. Now's the time."

She pulled out her Lightsaber and switched the beam setting to low burn. Then she contacted Kresslyn mentally through the Force,

~ "Cantor. Whatever happens. Don't let any harm come to the Minister. You got me. I'm counting on you. Frell. Garos Four, is counting on you. McClaine... Crap!" ~

Then the window nearby exploded into debris and a white shower of baleful sparks.

And hell descended upon them all.

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[Kresslyn Cantor]

As Kresslyn meditated, he could not hear the enemies outside plotting but instead he could feel desperation setting in. Desperation eventually invaded the minds of both sides and corrupted their thoughts. He could feel that Calvin was itching to fight just as much as the Rangers. He could feel the Minister's fear of her former husband's safety. She also contemplated going back to appease his feelings, abandoning the negotiations and leaving the Silvers and Rangers to fight off the men on their own. It wasn't that they weren't incapable of the fight. The men could be wiped out in minutes. They were just ordered not to.

The only situation they'd do such a thing in was in a last stand.

A hail mary.

Then, it happened.

Flares from the outside came down like a thunderstorm. Volleys of blaster fire surrounded the area and shattered windows. It forced rangers to try and stun the men with extremely slow stun rings. It moved them in and out of cover. Through thick and thin though, Kresslyn maintained his status of being in a meditative state.

Calvin moved to shoot over a bar and try to stun soldiers as well.

Then, it came. A message from his Master upstairs to him. Whatever he did, he was to not let the Minister get in harm's way.

"Cantor. Whatever happens. Don't let any harm come to the minister. You got me. I'm counting on you. Frell. Garos Four, is counting on you. McClaine.."

Then, shortly after, it happened.

Minister Mary screamed as she ran towards the door. Almost like a bolt of lightning, Kresslyn removed himself from a meditative state and reached his left hand out towards the direction of the Minister. All of the combat and chaos going around fueled the strength of the force pull. It made it less controlled and more violent. The Minister's body suddenly jerked backwards and her arms held out towards where she was running as she gravitated back towards where Kresslyn was, his body stopping her from falling or being injured. It was most definitely an extremely strong pull though.

"Get down and stay down." he said, having enough of this. "YOU are the sole reason we are in this situation right now. YOU failed to appropriately deal with these terrorists before we arrived. I'm not going to let YOU be the reason we die as sitting ducks in a cabin. Sit down. Get to cover. Shut up and don't move." he concluded.

"Or the next time I won't catch you." he added.

Chaos raged on.

[member="Diana McClaine"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Chronicler"] |

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

"Force Light is a special power that allows to project the light side of the Force and dissolve the dark side, or at least weaken it, in an area and the objects contained within it. The more intensely I use it, the greater the area. As such, it requires a high level of purity in the light side of a practitioner. When I use it, I tend to turn into a human glowstick until my energy reserves are depleted"

It's because of how I go around using Force-light that light-sided ichor seem to stick to my neurotransmitters for a while when I use it, so I need to be mindful of the consequences. There are definitely times where I may not want the resulting luminosity, while at others, such as cleansing a dark side nexus, I could actually use that to my advantage, she thought, while Makil seemed to ask a lot of questions and she assumed the archaeologists only had conventional lightsaber training and mundane Force-powers at their disposal. In fact, Force-light was a highly obscure power and only a handful of Jedi could practice it. But with that in mind, she feels she has no choice anymore but to use that power in question once they get to the warehouse filled with Sith artifacts.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Garos IV
Negotiations
Guardian Two
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Upstairs​

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Before all hell had broken loose, Valkren was busy upstairs securing several sets of Massiff chest plates from the kit that the rangers brought with them during their original set-up. In hindsight, Valkren knew they should have been better prepared for the situation, and he was kicking himself hard for it now. Although he would want to have a little chat with the fellas in intelligence after this one was over.. The commander would eventually hand over the chest plates to a nearby ranger, motioning down the stairs before spotting [member="Diana McClaine"] coming up then.

"Be sure every one of them gets a vest. They're priority." Valkren nodded at the ranger as he said this, watching as his comrade turned on his heels and moved to the stairs promptly.

The commander turned back towards the window where his marksman was set up just beyond as to not reveal his positioning with his barrel. Acknowledging Diana's statement about everyone being spooked, he'd reiterate their position to the Jedi Master while engaging the zoom in his visor.

"They've got good' reason to be spooked, Ma'am." Valkren pulled out of his view, shifting his glance over to the Jedi, "We're fish in a barrel here, I've got Specialist Young working on contacting our Quick-Reaction-Force but the storm is causing some issues with our systems. Until we can make contact with them I advise we hold position." He kicked himself even harder for this 'plan,' but they were short on options when it came to being surrounding and forced to use less-than-lethal options. The rangers were trained professionals, if let off their leashes Valkren would be almost positive that they could solve this situation right away.

Yet that wasn't the nature of the mission, and they had to stick to the objective at hand.

The marksman across from the pair decided to speak up on the elephant in the room, still focused on the treelines as he spoke his mind:

"Frankly Master Jedi- Our orders were to eliminate any threats to the dignitaries and protect them at all costs, not to pacify the threats.." Valkren was shocked at the statement, but more so that it hadn't come up sooner. Though they would follow their newfound orders, the marksman was right. The teams' blasters all had stun settings but their weapons were meant for stopping power first and foremost, so the stun settings would greatly reduce their effective range. The marksman was the only one that didn't have any stun setting and that was for good reason.

"Keep your eyes on the enemy, corporal." Valkren was stern with his words to the overspoken marksman, even as true as the statement was they'd need to keep their heads if they would all make it out of this situation.

He'd turn back to Diana once more, this time speaking on a much more serious note: "Ma'am, if it comes to it- the building might get overran. If we think there's a chance of that happening I suggest you and the other Jedi here take the dignitaries out the back. We can smoke out the area so the priorities can make their escape. If we play it right the rangers and I should be able to draw in the rest of these rebels and save you all some time. That way you can find a safe landing zone for th-"

zip zip

Two bolts shattered the glass around them, forcing many of the rangers upstairs to duck quickly.

"Get cover!" Commander Calderon yelled this while pulling himself into his own piece of cover, pulling up his weapon and switching it to stun in one quick motion.

"I can't karkin' see!"

A cry for help went out to his left. Just as the commander glanced over, he spotted the marksman crouching down and ripping his helmet from his head. He'd toss it to the side and begin to rub his eyes. Before Valkren could ask what happened, one of the rangers broke their radio silence.

"Commander! They're deploying flares! We can't pick up anything on our HUDs!"

Valk cursed under his breath, slapping the marksman to his left on the shoulder and pointing up towards his long rifle. He spoke up for the rangers in their overwatch positions, being sure to keep his head low enough to avoid the slugs and bolts that were ripping through the building upstairs. "Switch off your displays, weapons on stun! Do NOT let them breach these walls. We're the shield today boys!" He quickly pointed to the now helmetless sniper.

"Except for you, if that sniper out there hits one of ours: you plug him! You hear me?!"

"I hear you sir!"

After Valkren was sure that he had got the message, he'd move low across the ground and motion to Diana that he'd be heading downstairs to help. He wasn't about to stay upstairs for the entirety of whatever gunfight they were about to enter. They had a mission, and he was going to see it through personally.

Downstairs​

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The other ranger with the Massiff vests in hand hesitated briefly to descend the stairs as a blaster bolt slammed into the wall next to them. After being sure it was clear to move, he'd descend quickly. The scene downstairs wasn't any better: broken glass and blaster burns everywhere already. Not to mention it seemed like their priority personnel were all over the place. The few rangers already downstairs were doing their best to cover the windows when they could with their Ancile shields, flashing them when they could to provide a sort of riot-shield to let them pick off approaching soldiers quickly. Still, it wouldn't last forever.

"I'm moving!" the ranger yelled this, enticing one of the rangers to flash his shield and move to the center of the room. He'd walk along from the direction of the staircase to the bar where they were hoping the dignitaries were at. They'd both move behind the bar to spread out and ready the protective vests they had secured.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"] | [member="Diana McClaine"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Chronicler"]

 

[Makil Bandon]

Tag [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

"Hmm, it might be possible for me to contain the energy so it does not hurt the other artifacts, if I encased you and the beast in a force bubble it might work" Makil suggested "you'd have to be quick as it will take much focus and will drain me quickly but it might work"


He also pondered what she said about force light, only those who are most pure in ththe light side of the force huh? I wonder if she could use Morichro he thought

 

[Ura Iolar]

A slight warmth came off of Ura as [member="Lex Del'Fino"] placed a hand on her shoulder. At least the Knight was trying to keep her calm. It helped, at least until he noted that they should ask around. Lervon already had trouble talking to non-Force sensitives, and Ura's own shyness. As if on que, someone walked by, pointing to her and snickering a bit to their pal walking beside them. She heard them mention her having no emotions, which just earned a crossed look. She shook her head, saying something in Lerdos before focusing on the task at hand. Or at least trying to.

She soon looked at [member="Seth Brackson"] , closing her eyes before talking. "Could I just... help you ask people, or just hide somewhere and watch? Some people aren't the most understanding of my species." This was one of her big reason she was shy around organics. And some wondered why she was slow to befriend people.

 

[Mig Gred]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Diana McClaine"] [member="Chronicler"]

Mig was quick to grab his weapons that the Ranger had delivered. He clipped the Echani vibroblade to his right hip, and quickly clipped the Trayc'kad to his back before pulling it from the scabbard. He flipped the weapon to blaster mode, and switched it to stun. He looked to the Chairman, sighing. While he got his answer, it soon devolved into yelling again. He shook his head, looking at Calvin.

"This isn't the time for pointing fingers, Chairman. Just be ready." It was then that he heard a Ranger shot, and quickly moved to a window, sensing the enemy coming. He took a breath before standing up, aiming his blaster out at the enemy and firing stun blasts their way. The blue rings impacted a couple of fighters before Mig ducked back down, hoping to avoid enemy fire. He then saw and heard as Mary tried to run out, and [member="Kresslyn Cantor"] stopped her, yelling at the Minister about this being her fault. He looked over at Mary, nodding a bit.

"I understand how you feel, but right now your the only reason he hasn't rushed this building with everything." He then quickly peaked again, firing his weapon.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

"We just need to make sure the ghostly entities are also encased in the bubble, too. I know it's risky, but I have no objections otherwise"

Three ghostly entities that are about human-sized, and a Force-bubble large enough to cover a large beast to plaster with Force-light. Plus add in the three entities, and these four items will eat up so much of the initial blast that the potential to cause significant damage to the artifacts they came for, should the bubble falter, she thought. Their deaths won't be in vain. With that said, she would be led to think that she ought to save computational power so that she would actually be able to perform her end of the plan, knowing how much computational power she needs to do it. Now that all the details of the plan are agreed-upon, she would be ready to go into the dig site so that she could get to the warehouse. And the premises were much creepier than she expected... but whatever remaining energy she got after the initial blast happens, would probably go into dissolving part of the dark side presence on the dig.

 

[Samatharis]

Negotiations
p4, [member="Mig Gred"] , [member="Valkren Calderon"] , [member="Kresslyn Cantor"]


Bad guys approached the house. Firing in bursts at the Rangers and local security forces as they moved up. Their aim hampered by the cold, mud, motion, adrenaline, and battle shock. However, they were still covered by sniper teams well off in the treeline and had yet to pass the circle of flares that kept the Ranger's Thermal Imaging from giving the defenders an advantage. Meanwhile, a storm was quickly upon the location and new snowfall could be seen off among the trees. It's sudden appearance reduced glare from the snowfields too and helped better frame the blaster bolts as they moved through the air. Applying a sudden contrast to the white battlefield that would only aid a Ranger Marksman.

Inside. Kresslyn saved Mary from doing anything stupid like rushing outside and getting herself shot or captured. However, his sudden lecture in the heat of the moment would be remembered by the Minister for months to come. Gaining the Silver Government very little in way of reputation. As, Mary was likely to remain in planetary leadership for some time. Well. That was. If she survived the afternoon, of course.

Calvin and the local security forces proved themselves worthwhile in the end too. They quickly noticed what the Rangers were planning with the armored vests and aimed to accommodate. Calvin himself jumped from cover to help his fellow delegates get dressed for the occasion. Even when such a feat proved wildly dangerous as they strapped themselves in.

"What's the plan!?" Calvin shouted over the din of battle at Diana, as she descended the stairs.

"Help is coming!" Diana shouted to all who could hear. "We just need to hold out a little longer."

"Well, we can't keep everybody in the dining room!" Calvin clambered over to the bar as a golden chandler was vaporized above him. Turning it's glittering gemstones into showers of sparks.

"Agreed!" Diana shouted. "Can we get these people downstairs!?"

Calvin looked stunned at the idea. He'd never noticed this place HAD a downstairs? Luckily, Mary chimed in quickly,

"Yes! It has a pantry and guestroom! The door is just behind the stairs in the hall!"

"Right!" Diana kept screaming from the cover of a giant pillar in the middle of the room, "Kresslyn! Get the Minister downstairs! ...Calvin! Start moving..."

"I know! I know!" Calvin shouted back as he started pushing his fellow delegates towards the back hallway. "We're moving!"

Diana watched as most of the politicians started clearing out of the dining hall and main room. Pretty soon it would just be local security and Rangers on this level. But then a new problem started developing all around them. The room was starting to catch fire.

"Mando!" Diana pointed to Mig, "Throw me that fire extinguisher! Right there!"

She needed to put out the fire on some of these burning chairs and paintings. Otherwise, the smoke would soon make this battle unbearable. Alas. With all the windows broken and that storm blowing in? The temperature in the main room was starting to drop rapidly too. Pretty soon it would be winter temperatures inside a burning house. What the frell?

Diana went around shoving furniture into makeshift barricades for the Rangers and putting out growing blazes from warm booze and red blaster fire.

The enemy was advancing upon the lower balconies as we speak too. Stun weapons at long range was quickly becoming moot. The bad guys were already nearing the railings outside. You could probably headshot these guys now. Kark. And just how many of them was there!?

A glass vase exploded just above Diana's head as she ducked down into cover behind the burning bar. Gods. The sound was terrifying! This. This is why she hated battle! Everything is so darn confusing!

"Kresslyn!? What's our sit-rep on those people down there!? Everybody okay!?"

She shouted it in no specific direction at all. He'd be able to hear her thoughts from miles away right about now. Any Jedi could.

 

[Makil Bandon]

"then I guess we better get going" he said turning to the cave and entering, he pondered the best way to go about this somehow we need to get the beast, and the ghosts in the samsame spot so she can jump on her back to use force light.

He shook his head, "this is gonna be interesting" he muttered to himself

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

Because the dig site was now empty, and that the beast became too big to get out of the warehouse by the known doors, it would be deceptively quiet to get to the warehouse, even with all the darkness that permeates the premises' hallways. Cautiously they step into the ruined hallways, where she could hear the psychometric cries of the archaeologists as they fought, and died to, the hands of the two terrors she sought to neutralize, and later of cadets of long-lost eras. There were the ghostly entities to be around the warehouse's door, somehow inviting them inside the warehouse proper. Unlike some four thousand-something years ago in the Emperor's Fortress, then over Ilum, which required the heroes that defeated the Ilum Sith Entity to open six sets of electronic locks to engage it, but then they would be playing right into Jessica's hands. And time would be short to get the bubble in place, and get on the back of the beast while the bubble would be in place.

 

[Makil Bandon]

Tag: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]


As they went through the caves Makil got a ever present cold feeling, well not cold, dark, as they got closer the feeling of the darkside grew and grew i have new respect for ththe archeologist, staying in tthis presence of Darkness must wear down your will, yet they continue he thought, then he saw something, or he thought he did, just for a second he saw a shadow move, he frowned, probably the ghosts, "do you have a plan as to get oon the beast with the ghosts in close proximity?" Makil asked, he'd ratrather know if she'd thought this whole thing through or not

 

[Mig Gred]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Kresslyn Cantor"]

Mig kept firing out. He wasn't going to let these maniacs net through if he could help it. Mig wondered for a moment if he should show the other side of himself, as if the Jedi there wouldn't notice already he was Force sensitive, but he didn't know how the others might respond. Maybe wasn't the best time to care either. It was then that [member="Diana McClaine"] gave orders for everyone to get into the lower level. He then heard her call for a fire extinguisher that was near him. He quickly tossed the extinguisher to the Jedi, the flicked his Trayc'kad into it's saber mode, and ignited the lightsaber edges of the blade. He decided to quickly cover Diana while she put the fires out, and try to keep the blasts from starting anymore. He continued to aim not to kill though.

"You know, when I asked if I could come as a delegate this wasn't what I had in mind." He quickly swapped back to firing a few stun blasts until he realized they were doing nothing. He looked around at everyone, taking cover behind a barrier as a bolt found his shoulder pad. "For osik's sake!" He then quickly darted up, firing more shots into the enemy. He looked over at Diana, having an idea.

"Jetii? Would a more... shocking solution be uncalled for?"

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

When he was finished scolding the Minister on how she had been acting and her failure to handle this situation before the Silver Jedi came to negotiate, Kresslyn felt that he had done the right thing. As the firefight of stun rounds exchanged with lethal blasts raged on and progressed, the situation inside deteriorated. Chaos erupted as the civilians in the room, the minister, Calvin, and others began to panic.

Quickly, Kresslyn caught wind that reinforcements of Rangers or some other form of help was on the way. They'd just have to ensure that their side of the battle suffered no casualties whatsoever. It shouldn't be too hard, as Master McClaine had come up with another plan to keep every non-combatant safe. Through the sounds of Rangers communicating, blast bolts hitting the ground and the house outside. Higher power snipers hitting almost on target. Almost as if matched the storm picking up outside.

The almost clearly seen men in black were now evil silhouettes.

From upstairs, his Master spoke.

"Kresslyn! Get the minister downstairs!" she said with a certain urgency about her.

"Yes, Master!" he shouted back, clutching his saber in hand.

"Minister! Downstairs, please!" he said with the same urgency of his Master before.

After she was downstairs and tucked away, he began ushering the remaining staff downstairs as well.

"Lets go everyone!" he said, igniting his saber and extending the blade and hilt to deflect any stray blasts that might hit the standing up and running people.

After a few minutes, everyone was downstairs and secure. They were panicked of course, but they were safe until reinforcements arrived. His Master called down to him to check in on him once more.

"Kresslyn?! What's our sit-rep on those people down there?! Everybody ok?!" she shouted.

"Yes, Master! Everyone is fine!" he responded, disengaging the saber and collapsing its hilt into his hand.

[member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Diana McClaine"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] |

 

[Seth Brackson]

Objective: Investigation

Allies: [member="Ura lolar"] and [member="Lex Del'Fino"]

Seth's question to Lex seemed to get lost to the force. Though were things left to the force ever truly lost? A question Seth would need to resolve another moment. As the knight seemingly wandered off on his own path. To attempt and resolve the situation. Seth was sure paths would re-unite in the near future.

He glanced over to Ura and listened to her question. Then gave a simple nod of his head. "That would be fine." He responded. Which choice he was agreeing to he didn't specify. He wanted her to do what she felt was most tolerable to her. After all he wasn't in a position to tell her what to do. Suggest, yes. Though suggestions had a place and purpose. They couldn't afford much more time rambling to each other their plans. Especially, if unwanted attention rose up. Seth knew to be cautious enough to expect that they could be under observation.

Seth entered the building and made his way towards a corner booth. Dodging the staff and taking a seat. His hood never lowered as he settled back and began to look around. Get a feel for the crowd and determine which group would be the most optimal starting point. That and it gave the Levron a moment to determine her preferred route.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 2: Imperial Academy dig
Allies: [member="Makil Bandon"]

"It will require a carefully-timed Force-jump on my part!"

The ghost entities didn't immediately attack either person; they seemed to have a plan of their own in mind that required herding the two Jedi into the warehouse, whose dark-side presence was obvious to any Force-user that could sense light and darkness. Yes, that Togrutan had the courage to continue, but that person also had the courage to ask for outside help when it became clear they couldn't continue on their own, she thought, before making that leap. Fortunately for her, Art of Movement didn't require that much computational power on her part so that she would still be able to jump onto the beast's back; she actually landed near the tail. Plus, with the ghosts being focused on her, especially since she was perceived to be the more powerful of the two Jedi, it would get those ghosts away from Makil, and buy him enough time to form the airtight Force-bubble, which would be expected to last only for a short period. Time was short for them before the beast could realize what would be going on.