Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]


[SIZE=10pt]While Choli was not used to flying with a co-pilot beside her, she could do well enough. Granted, the sort of ships she flew co-pilot on were freighters, not small U-Wings. Being in the Alliance meant that one had to familiarize themselves with a variety of controls across a different spectrum of ships; it might take her a little bit to pick back up, but she could do just fine once they were airborne. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Inbetween changing, Choli had received a very brief Sit-Rep on Skor. Yuuzhang Vong and Graush. Neither of which the Rogue had ever really come across with. This was going to be brand spanking new. She’d heard tales none the less; from Chloe and from others in the Alliance who had fought them in the early years of the One Sith and Republic war. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Situated in her seat, Choli gave a curtousy dip of her head to the pilot who was, well, supposed to be in charge of the event. Something, something, about a Return to Service Chit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That made Choli’s nose scrunch up in mild distaste. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][ Alright, buckle up boys.] the flip of overhead toggles and then the increasing whine of engines spoke of lift off. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][ Don’t need any of you falling off. ]. She quipped, turning on the hydraulic ramp so that it would shut behind them. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt][ Next stop, dirtside Skor.][/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan knew it was unhealthy to spend the next few minutes inside his own head. It didn't stop it from happening. He'd been on a shuttle much like this just a few hours ago when he'd crushed a powerpack with his and and been lucky not to do himself serious harm.

He turned his arm around and looked at the screen ok the inside of his arm. It had locked into the comm in his ear and the GADF battlenet. Trextan tried to distract himself by looking at the map of the western edge of Chirella.

It almost felt like a staring contest with his own arm. Trying to bury the his frustration he closed his eyes And focussed on the Force. More frustration, but not his own. The timbre was distinctly Choli’s.

As they hit the atmosphere the sullustan pulled open the side door and took up his repeater. Trextan stood suddenly and walked up the centre of the U-Wing to come up behind the pilots.

“No lakes, so at least we won't find a damp squib,” someone laughed. There was a groan.

Trextan looked through the forward viewport as they descended towards the western edge of the settlement. It was spread out on a grassy plain, hard to defend. He could see the blue furred locals gathering to enter transports to evacuate. Even the adults were looked as children, but he could see babes being carried by terrified residents. The horde was coming. He could feel the fear through the Force and instinctively built barriers against it. He set his jaw and placed a hand on the back of Choli's chair.

“We have the buy them time,” he said. There was a determination in his voice she wouldn't have heard before. Without even noticing his took up his saber in his right hand without any issue.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]


[SIZE=10pt]“I can do that in the air.” Choli assured him. Within seconds, there was a billowing cloud of dust and grime as the U-Wing descended onto the ground. Landing struts hit the deck, and a flip of a toggle allowed the unlock of the side door. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Rogue pilot glanced over her shoulder, the yellow tinted visor peering up at him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Go!” she told him, yelling over the hum of the engines. “I got your ass covered in the air.” a half joke but one that she genuinely meant. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]This was what she knew - had known - for some time. One adrenaline rush to the next. Can’t stop to think or feel, just react. She caught Trextan’s gaze and she gave him a ghost of a smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“May the Force be with you.”[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

“Right.” He smiled and turned away. Against the sound of the U-Wing he wouldn’t have even heard his squad without the comm-unit in his ear. He dropped down to the deck as the squad moved out, carbines head with the muzzles low.

“Clear!” He pounded on the hull twice with his prosthetic hand twice and moved out with the group. From here they had a good view of the settlement from the direction the horde would approach. Trextan could see the tallest buildings in the capital city. Those thin spires were spikes in an organic field of rising tendrils of smoke.

Raun started giving orders. “Team One in that building. You’ll cover our fall back to the second position if they break the line. Team Two and Three take up positions there and there to ensure they can’t hold that rise. I want that mortar set up. Denel I want you up there with Jenson sharpshooting. Look for any Yuuzhan Vong or Herders pushing the chazrach on.”

Trextan followed in his wake as they pushed into the settlement. The civilians had already fled this edge of the town, but there were plenty of signs of their recent habitation. Holonet screens were still on, belongings made trails across the floor from building doors into the street.

“You ever fight the Vong Trextan?” he asked quietly.

“No.”

“Well, they’ll see you as a challenge. The Chazrach get up close so I want you with Team Two ready to hold them off at the door. If you see Yuuzhan Vong coming for you call it in and we’ll try and hit them with heavy fire. Until they get close open a point to point link with Air Support and liaise.” With that done he moved off to continue giving orders over the comms. Trextan was left in the doorway of a tall house near the road to the main city. Three Scarred were two floors up, setting up firing positions. The Horde was coming.

“Cho, can you see them coming yet?” he called.


[member="Dredge"] [member="Saverok"]

WE ARE ON THE GROUND NOW JUST OUTSIDE THE CAPITAL WE GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH CHAR DEV​

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Dredge"]


[SIZE=10pt]It didn’t take long for Choli and the lead pilot to take to the skies. They weren’t alone, there were other U-Wings also dropping off troops to help secure the edge of the Bazaar. Up in the air, Choli swept her eyes from port to starboard. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?” Choli had dealt with TIE’s, Interceptors, and a whole plethora of One Sith and First Order starfighters. Yuuzhang Vong? Nothing. It was honestly more of a spacer story to her than anything else. However, the stories she heard made her aware that it wasn’t an enemy to underestimate. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.” came the reply, prompting a roll of Choli’s eyes. Another shake of her head and she swung her attention right. Just far off in the distance, at about a few klicks out, she caught movement. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Trextan’s voice filled her ear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][ Looks like you got some movement coming in…] she ratted out the coordinates to Trextan, her voice chirping into his ear. [/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan repeated back the coordinates and then waited for a pause in the squad chatter before relaying them.

“I can see some of them now. Thrall Herders at the rear, I can’t see many Warriors,” called their sharpshooter.

“They’re ahead of schedule,” Raun grunted. “That’s too far north, Trex?”

“Choli: do you think you can drive them south? We need to funnel them in.” Trextan asked as the squad kept discussing tactics.

He wasn’t afraid, not of himself and not of the enemy. There was no option; they had to hold. Yet he was tentative about fighting such a foe. Not being able to even sense them in the Force was a disconcerting prospect.

“You ever fight these things before?” he asked Choli in a break in radio traffic.

 

[Dredge]

Location: The Bazaar
Objective: Kill everyone
Allies: Nobody
Enemies: Everybody

Even as the Galactic Alliance started to drop its forces in to combat the chaotic mess that was Graug and Yuuzhan Vong attacking the city, even as the Jedi and force users did their best to actively stop Dredge and this attack, he didn't move a muscle. All Dredge did was sit down with his back against his sword and mumble to himself. The Sith was just tired of everything no longer making any sense, he wanted it to be over. So if he was going to go out, he was going to do it the only way he knew how. With fire, ash, and a very large explosion. That much was certain.

The force users in question who had came to stop him would feel something at the edge of the bazaar, something that was growing more and more destructive. It was Dredge's sword. The dark side nexus that was Krag's old bastard sword, he had destabilized the force nexus within the blade and it was feeding on its own power to grow and become more and more unstable as its workings that kept it together were falling apart. Long story short was it was essentially just a ticking time bomb with a blast radius that might take the entire capital city with it. No one had confronted Dredge so it's power went unchecked, it's stability worsened with every passing second, and Dredge made sure it stayed anchored right there against his back.

"Surrender now people of Arcadia, your time has come to an end. Krag I feel like this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. What do you mean we've lost the silken asteroids? That can't be, my men would never allow defeat." Dredge continued to mumble to himself as he hung his head low to stare at the ground.

An local Skor militiaman with a pistol stepped up close to him having broken through the chaos and quickly aimed his pistol at the monster. Firing off a few shots the blaster pistol sparked off his helmet and there was nothing for a few moments. A few bones popped and shifted and soon the monster looked up at the man and there was a look of confusion within his read eyes. He'd become hysterical.

"Strider? Is that you? Strider I've always respected you." Dredge said as the soldier slowly backed away from the monster.

"But my respect for you won't save you Garon. Nothing will. Can't you see it Strider? Our little back and forth. It's coming to an end. I won't be there to kill you anymore. Sit with me and watch this world end. I'd have no one else." Dredge in his madness was of course talking about the mandalorian mercenary [member="Strider Garon"] a long time foe and adversary he pretended to see in this man who was now almost petrified in fear.



[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

They're coming, But why? Who was who?

Pinnacles of life.
Grow, infect and destroy it.
What is pinnacle?

Pinnacle is us
Life as you know. Ignorance.
We truly know it.

Simplify your minds.
Deconstruct perception now.
Accept the darkness.

The dark freedom here.
End, void of expectation.
Break reality.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Polis Massa
Allies: Circle of Healers
Enemies: The Horde
Objective: Triage

Taking care of the fractures was relatively straightforward, once the patient was locally anesthesized; after all, she has seen so many different fractures in her tenure as Force-healer that she would be able to take care of a wide variety of orthopedic afflictions. Oh, of course, she knows that it doesn't excuse her from having to take the necessary precautions. Meanwhile, the medvac/casvac structure as set forth by Therapy Command forced them to stagger the cycle of departures so that the staff wouldn't be overwhelmed by the casualties of action on Skor: the next round of 70 patients arrived. Oh, producing synth-flesh accurate enough to be seamlessly transplanted onto the patient's burned areas was not the most straightforward process, but she was forced to have another patient on the next bed, also with its own set of injuries. She could tell from the injuries that the patient next to the first one requiring synth-flesh has been... poisoned.

"The patient has been poisoned"

"Poisoned? Can't you use space magic to remove the poison?"

"I'll just break down the molecules of poison, while taking care of not breaking it down into a different variety of poison"

"This assumes, of course, that poisons are polyatomic: are you sure that is the case here?"

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft:

132 B/E-3 B-Wings
60 D-Wings

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Dredge"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Saverok"]
Skor

[ Negative. ] Choli's voice crackled back; only for the pilot to add in. [ We have incoming calls for aide, looks like about a klick from where we are at. ]

That was about the time that Choli got a good eyeful at the Thrall Herders and warriors.

[ Oh feth. ]

With word from her co-pilot, Choli activated and prepped to arm the ordnance systems on the U-Wing.

[ Going to provide you cover. We will need to get through these fast!] whatever was going on deeper in the bazaar, it was big. Really big.

The U-Wing went roaring overhead, and true to her word, she provided cover fire against the first wave of Thrall Herders and warriors. However, they weren't going to make it easy.

No, Choli was about to get an upfront and personal look at just how damaging Yuuzhan Vong technology could be.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

He heard the roar of the U-Wing, saw it's swept back profile cut across the sky. Then the sound of the heavy repeater. From down here he could see the smoke and debris thrown up by the fire, but not the enemy.

"Sergeant, there's a call to push into the city. There's something going on there. I can feel it."

Most soldiers would have attributed a novice Jedi's feelings to battle nerves. Not the scarred. His 'feelings' had found them abandoned by the First Order on the battlefield of Kaeshana.

"Understood. Fosh, get back to command and see when those reinforcements are coming?" Raun called over the squad net.

Blaster fire started. Green bolts over Trextan's head. He moved back into the doorway and look d for any signs of the Yuuzhan Vong. The Force was eerily silent. He couldn't feel their battle nerves, their aggression, not their passing into th Force. Nothing.

"They're breaking atmosphere now," Fosh called.

Trextan heard a buzz. A black shape slammed into the wall beside him. A beetle almost the size of his palm had lodged itself in the wall, penetrating a few inches into duracrete.

He looked up. Chazrach scouts. Short, reptile creatures that moved quickly to test their lines. Hopefully the U-Wing had thinned them out. They charged for the house and Trextan stepped out.

His lightsaber snapped to life. The reptoids kept coming, driven on by their herders. If the air support could destroy those most of the chazrach would scatter.

He planted his left foot and swung down, stepped back and thrust out at the second. Both chazrach fell away, quite dead. Tr xtsn heard a buzz.

A dark shape moved in his periphery. His right arm came up with superhuman speed and the lightshield flared to life. It hummed as the chazrach bounced off.

"Huh."

 

[Darth Assimilus]

They're coming now.​

From above to below soon.​

Will ye be ready.​

​

Droids prepared for war.​

Dominance doomed to infect.​

Soon the end will come.​

​

Beep. Boop. Beep. Boop. Now.​

Scurry about floors. Prepare.​

Drop the ramp. Attack.​

​

[member="Dredge"]​

@GA cant find the names​

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Choli swung the U-Wing into a loop; there was something weird to it all. The Force flowed within her, helping her enhance her senses in being more aware of her environment, but there was something off about who they were fighting.

"Just what are those things?" truth be told, there was a bit of alarm running through Choli's veins. Taking over the gunner's controls, the pilot prepped for providing cover fire. As she leveled off, she caught sight of the Alliance forces in the ground clashing with the chazrach.

"Alright..I don't know what you are." Choli added, narrowing her eyes behind the yellow tint. "Let's see if you can handle this."

Flipping the toggle off the safety, the pilot sent a volley of fire. Choli was right. At least there was some sort of damage done as the area was cleared out. Now it was time to move.

[ We are going to need to get into the bazaar!.] she said, moving to bring the U-Wing back down for a pick up.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Dredge"]

Trextan poked his sweat-soaked brow between the two pilots as they cruised into the city. There was a deep chink in the front of his armour where a chazrach had caught him with one of those wickedly curved bone knives. He was breathing loudly from the exertion. There was a more positive, determined demeanour to the young man. They'd passed their first test.

"You were right," he said to Choli. He didn't specific at which point; she had been about several things. That wasn't why he'd moved up to the cockpit and left The Scarred restocking their ammunition behind. He would perhaps have smiled if something wasn't making his hairs stand on end.

The sleek U-Wing cut a path between two tall buildings. Below them Alliance forces were now moving to try and contain the threat. Keeping the civilians safe was the top priority now.

"Can you feel that?" He asked. "No don't go east," he said suddenly. "I couldnt sense anything from the Vong, but there is something dark down there," he added quickly, pointing towards their right. The Force was almost becoming a maelstrom around that point, the influence of the dark side palpable.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Polis Massa
Allies: Circle of Healers
Enemies: The Horde
Objective: Triage

"Yes, that's a polyatomic poison"

True, monoatomic poisons were a little different from the polyatomic ones. But dealing with monoatomic poisons required closing the electron shell, either by taking its electrons away, or by filling it with electrons: after all, a closed shell will render an atom chemically inert in most cases. That was for the poisoned patient: often Detoxify Poison was used to take away the poison from the patient rather than to neutralize it in the patient. Yet removal was often safer in the monoatomic case than attempting to close the electron shell, regardless of whether or not it was a poisoning of an otherwise essential element. So the poison part being taken care of, she would need to do something else on top. Like fractures, albeit open ones. These injured people must not have been that close to the epicenter of the explosion; she knew that just being the victim of a few fractures would mean that they would count themselves lucky. So that was what I'm using Force-healing for! she thought, while using Force-healing to mend the broken ulna, and later cure the muscular tears around it.

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft:

132 B/E-3 B-Wings
60 D-Wings

 

[Dredge]

Location: The Bazaar
Objective: Kill everyone
Allies: Nobody
Enemies: Everybody

"Do you believe in god, Strider?" Dredge asked the petrified soldier.

The man stood there shaking at the monster before him, and after a few seconds of cowering he raised his blaster pistol once more to fire off a few shots. The bolts flew through the air and once more sparked off his armor to no avail; only this time around Dredge wasn't as forgiving. With a snap of his fingers the man flew towards a nearby wall and impacted it with a crack of pure kinetic agony. The man went limp like a fish in shock and was shortly hovered over towards Dredge to face him.

"I used to, Strider. But that's the funny thing, there isn't some god. Some force that moves us all. It's a pretty little lie that people tell themselves to believe there's an order to the universe. That good behavior will lead to happiness, but that's just not true Strider. It's just not true at all." Tossing aside the man's broken and battered body, Dredge let the man's head rest on his iron platted lap.

The insane creature then proceeded to pet the soldier's helmet with care and a soft gentleness to his touch. Even as explosion and screams rang out all around them, Dredge just sat there and rubbed the man's helmet. Behind them the sword was growing more and more unstable and it was about to reach its limit. The Jedi had all but failed in addressing the situation that was Dredge, and now they would pay dearly for it. The people of Skor would burn beneath his wrath and pain.

"Do you think if there is no God, no meaning, then someone could give this life meaning? That there might be hope? Some inkling of balance in the universe." Dredge looked down at the man who appeared to be going through shock from his injury.

"I think you're right, Strider. I think someone should fill that void. Become God. You always know what to say. I hope someone does indeed." Giving the man another pat, Dredge looked out to the sky and sighed deeply.

"I wonder what Keira is doing."

[member="Saverok"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Saverok"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"],


Well it seemed that Polis Massa was not being endangered much in the engagement as the droid's fleet came there, spoke with the locals, and rendezvoused with the rest of Abregado fleet without anything really happening or intercepting their actions. Still, a majority of their ships stayed behind as vanguard to protect the medical facilities while the Siege Tower, the Dancing Queen, and an escort of Firemane and Omega Pyre warships jumped to Skor.


Bim-bam-boom, there was a flash of light on Skor as the Abregado ships materialized themselves, heading towards the planet, sending out transmissions and communications towards other GA forces in the area to let them know that HK arrived with reinforcements and he brought some very special friends with him. Who these friends were exactly would be revealed shortly, for now the machine still had to make his way to the planet.


Aboard the Siege Tower,

The tall slender figure of the war droid stood on his flagship's bridge, ironically enough it was one of the smallest ships in his fleet, but it was a faithful ship he could always count on. He was clad in black organic armor of a VT Vong Biot he acquired some time prior and wore to many fights, a suit that coupled well with his Phrik body as it granted him resistance to Vong weaponry and Force powers he would not normally have. His Greycloak guards busied themselves around him, making sure his black armored plates were fixed in their proper places, arranged just so to suit his body and the range of movements he possessed in the most optimal way. They wore similar suits, equipped with the same Vong Biots and duraplast-shark skin plates as well.

The droid slipped a pair of Electro-Cestus over the black membrane and hardened plates that covered his hands, the larger Abregado war gauntlets were big enough to allow him to wear two pairs without them conflicting each other too much.

"So the reports indicate Dredge is on the planet-side with his Horde underlings?"

The machine asked to one of his lackeys,

"Yessir."

The underling answered and HK nodded as the Greycloaks handed him his collection of weapons which he begun to place onto his belt.

"Good, initiate the warm up procedure."

"Very well sir."

One of the Greycloaks stepped up to HK, holding up an old picture of Dredge back from the Protectorate days, HK raised his hand and brought it forward, punching the picture-Dredge right in the face, his hand piercing right through the image,

"Now let us do it to him in person."

The droid quipped and turned on his heel, heading towards the turbolift that would take him down from the bridge to his hangar.


He would head towards the planet-side and join the fray personally in no time.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] @Saverok [member="Dredge"] @Cathul Thuku [member="HK-36"]

Can I feel it? That was the issue. It made her skin crawl; gave her a sense of uneasiness that only increased with every passing second.

The Force went rushing over Choli again, instinct guiding her in the direction as [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] 's voice came echoing in. His voice was breathless, sweat beading upon his face and his long hair askew. Eyes bright, he practically shoved himself between the two pilots.

"I got it Voidstalker," Choli added, Navy training having her shift into the standard use of last names. Her attention was on keeping them airborne and trying to figure out what was that build up of energy. It felt dark, twisted, a churning sensation of --

"I have a bad feeling about this." She uttered under her breath, aiming to the right. Straight ahead was [member="Dredge"], a dark figure where the Force just kept building.

"I swear if we crash..." she added, not my fault this time.

"Is that a friendly?"

"Negative." Well, the best foot forward in her book was to, well, shoot at it.

"Preventive measures," her thumb went flicking over.

The laser gun sent a shower of green bolts downrange to the figure, straffing to potentially hit at it from above.

 

[Liliane]

SKOR II
King's Palace

"However, the situation is rather complicated. The First Order is right around the corner and their recent activity has shown that they are more than capable of jumping right against us, invading any of our planets," Liliane spoke, drinking from a glass of red wine she'd been handed when she'd come to visit the King.

She looked at Vindi, smiled, and then looked at the King again. The Jedi Marshal would have wanted her brother to say a word or a few to help her out. After all, despite her high rank in the Alliance, Liliane was not great at diplomacy. Her brother knew that stuff a lot better than her -- unlike her, he'd actually gone to get some proper education in law and diplomacy.

"This region has had some problems with freedom and democracy in the past. It's the curse of the Outer Rim -- there are only a few highly civilised planets amongst those who haven't gotten past their first most beast-like stadiums. The First Order would only destroy the progress we have made around here. Their dictatorship would turn things worse," the brother understood it was his turn to speak. He was not even a politician in the Alliance, nor did he work for them in any way. Truth be told, he hated the faction, but he understood that when his sister needed help, he had to support her.

"Yes, it is clear the Galactic Alliance helps planets succeed, but we expect something in return from the member planets. With your military might, we could defend the Alliance better, and then we could keep you safe. We could form a great cooperation."

The King did seem quite thoughtful and perhaps even slightly happy. It was obvious that planets in this region of the galaxy could only choose between four options -- one would have been the First Order. They would lie to people about making a better life for member planets, providing jobs and everything, but it was clear it was all propaganda to mask the lack of freedoms people had.

The other was to join the Alliance who offered a lot of freedom to their member planets, but expected military support in return. Kind of simple. Maybe not the best for the quality of life, but at least members had freedom. And then came the Outer Rim Coalition who had even more freedom.

The fourth option, though, was probably the worst -- to stay out of any faction.

FORCES:

Spoiler

The White Scourge

• Liliane
• Vindi Imperieuse
• 2 Jedi Masters
• 1 Jedi Knight
• 2 GADF soldiers
• 1 GADF pilot
  ​The Whisper, Peregrine-class Gunship

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Dredge"]

The figure vanished in a cloud as the laser cannon fire turned the road into a cloud of debris. Trextan's head bobbed up and down between the pilots as he tried to spot the figure. He couldn't see anything.

Choli did not seem to mess about when she was at the helm of a ship. He could almost feel her focus like a knife edge, but could it was hard to sense anything about the growing dark. Preventative measures indeed, but he had a feeling this wasn't done yet.

"Bring us down," he said. He face backing out from between the two pilots. He took great care moving into the passenger hold, feeling the ship dip and bank.

"Sergeant, we have some kind of dark Jedi. Dangerous. Right in the middle of the bazaar."

Trextan's knew they didn't like that news. But he also knew that they would follow Trextan where ever he went now. It seemed he was already going to have to ask them to follow him into a pit of the nether world.

They didn't even touch down, just coming to hover two feet above the ground. Trextan jumped down first. Behind him Raun barked out orders. The Scarred split into two man teams, some spreading out and working their way through the bazaar, others looking for elevated positions in the nearest building.