Expect the Unexpected | The Rebellion's Rebellion of TSE Held Rimcee Hex

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Rimcee Science Station - Creature Observation Deck​

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Zaudraka Jin'wodasir2 Bowcaster Imperator's Raiment Scroll​

Marauder Menacer Manservant​

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Well hello chickadee.

She was looking smart -Certainly different from any previous encounters or sightings of the illusive Sith Lord and alchemist. That these creatures were the spawn of such a mind did not surprise her in the least bit. Rather, it built her confidence in a prospect that was to her interesting, promising, but also wrought with potential mishaps. An army of beasts flying amidst the steel and plasma of conventional starship combat was alluring to Joycelyn, but even she, with her limited experience in sithspawning and in the strategies of the Armada, knew that there were potential pitfalls.

Would they simply be hacked to pieces? Could they be controlled? Would they be effective against enemy armour? Creature statistics answered some of these questions, and she did have faith in Darth Arcanix' work, but only field testing would truly put her mind at ease.

"Darth Arcanix." Joycelyn made a minimal bow, enough to show respect to someone of expertise in this field, and someone of a higher rank in the hierarchy of the Sith. "What I have read is promising. Though I look forward to field testing." "You never quite know how they will perform until they have been put out there." "And you of all should know the balance we have to walk between unleashing savagery and maintaining control of the situation."

Contemporary warfare had a front that was difficult to manoeuvre: The people's hearts and minds. The use of beasts was highly effective and dealt great damage to enemy morale. Sometimes, it could even boost the morale of one's own troops. However, one had to be careful how one presented it to one's own public. Control had to be visible, tangible in a sense.

At least, she had taken a particular interest in mastering the front of public perception while retaining victory in the field.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Rimcee Science Station - Observation deck
Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
Enemies: No one yet

Equipment: Lightsaber Glasses

"It is a good thing I took such a balance into account when designing them," she said, joining the Knight at the observation window. When she had been designing the two creatures, she had made sure that every cell of the Marauders and Menacers would recognize the signature of the dark side. If they encountered anything radiating with that power, they could not attack it. It would war against every single instinct in its system, to turn against their masters would be impossible. Against each other? Not so much. She also supposed not allowing them near a civilian population where dark siders might not be present enough to avert an attack was also good. A quirk she would need to modify in the future.

"They were rather effective against Alliance forces at Byss, during our initial field deployment of them," she continued. That very same operation had been when she murdered Omai Rhen. The memory still brought a smile to her face every time. "However, whatever tests you wish to run have my blessing. I look forward to observing them more as well. A creator always appreciates feedback where possible, especially when one is always looking to make improvements on their previous work."

She supposed she would not mention what was currently being birthed in orbit over Valrar. A monstrosity that would far exceed anything the Marauder or Menacers could do. Best to leave that as a surprise, once it was ready.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zahori Denko"]
Enemies: None yet

Vain poured a cup of caf, the particular blend sent in by the Zambranos for her personal use. A gesture she appreciated it. And guarded with the same bad attitude and penchant for threats she had no problem following through on. She *might* have shared with Jain- counterpart, twin, other side of the same coin, it didn't matter much what one considered them- but Jain didn't like caf anyway.

Which was weird, but.

More for Vain.

Tipping the cup up beneath the curve of the curved beak, Vain sighed in quietly. Ah, the quiet. There were other people in the lab, but for the moment none of them were either bothering her or acting the fool-

A small, annoyed sound in her throat when she over heard her name.

If Jain had been here instead of over at the old Imperial Station, playing at generosity, she would have pointed at the identical figure and said 'there'. Unfortunately, there was no one else to pawn him off on.

"What do you want?" Came the distorted voice, clearly impatient and not interested in any of the usual chatter most people would first engage in. While the figure was small, cloaked in voluminous robes, it was impossible to tell the species, let alone the gender, of the person speaking. "Spit it out."

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Rimcee Science Station, Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
Enemies: None yet
Objective: Guard with boredom

Ah, yes. Science...

...his least favorite subject.

Especially when it came to biology, genetics, and whatever that dealt within that general field of the arts. He could stomach the equations of physics and somewhat tolerate the reactions of chemistry, but he absolutely dreaded doing things like looking into an elaborate microscope and see what kind of bacteria it is, or looking at blood cells. Many words to describe it that could relate to the word “drab” or “dull”. He’s think this was punishment from his supervisors from the upper echelons of the Saaraisash. Quite the so called important mission they entrusted with him. While he did disobey orders now and then (perhaps the reason why they placed him here), Djorn wasn’t one to unfollow a task he was given. No matter how tedious the assignment was.

However, he did find some amusement from one of the doctors that oversaw the experiments and operations on the station. He lost track of how grouchy Doctor Vain unleashed on their assistants which led them to go home, cry, and rethink their life. Or at least that’s what Bline imagined. It was amusing, but he made sure to get out of the scientists’ way, especially Doctor Vain if the Agent could separate Vain and Doctor Jain. It was also quite depressing that, while assigned to protect the doctors and their work, he was outranked by Vain and Jain. Mostly the former.

As the newest fired assistant left from Vain’s mocking and rough criticism, so came a newcomer that Djor was unfamiliar with. Though it was expected as Vain did had an appointment with someone today and the man was directed by a woman that was, too, unfamiliar for the Inquisitor. Eyes and ears were vigilant on any suspicious activity that presented itself in the slightest.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Old Imperial Station
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] TSE
Enemies: Dirt and boredom.

"I swear, I could shoot someone for a whisky right now."

Kir leaned on the side of the door, setting down his firearm and adjusting the neck seal on his armour. They chafed a bit at times, especially when it was warm. Funnily enough, it didn't really bother him as much in an aggressive event as it did when they were standing still for longer periods of time.

"You and me both." The Ingror the ithorian chuckled then rubbed his neck, looking away from the mirialan legionarie. Kir caught it and shifted his weight in the direction of Ingror. "You don't-" "Not yet" "Not yet?" "I might know of something coming through."

They both leaned back away from each other, eyeing each other suspiciously before a cocky smile grew on them both and a chuckle bubbled up between them.

"There are some thirsty boys in this station." "I am very thirsty."

Kir looked down the hallway, seeing others, hearing their voices. He wondered who else had a hand in this.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Kir Barbazu"]
Enemies: Clean up Detail
Saviors if they have Booze: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

"Waste not wan- man that's why I suggested recycling. I know the empire is all about efficiency but geez this seems way beyond that."

Such a force damned waste of energy. Even knowing that the Saaraishash had reason (not that she knew what it was, above her pay grade) for it didn't change the fact that the folks actually doing the work or direct over sight thought any of this was a good idea.

Especially with the lean deliveries on the last supply ship in. Especially especially when she suspected the folks over at the shiny new science station were getting the pick of the best supplies. Dante was grumpy about that.

The grunts were being taken care of. There was no issue there. They had the supplies and materials they needed though that was running dangerously low. It was the extras and perks that weren't trickling down. If she were being honest?

It was the lack of alcohol.

She and Morgan had arrived nearly a week ago. And while she'd kept back some for herself (slow, slow use Dante, just a shot before and after duty, just enough to settle nerves and stave off a shaking hand), she was still surly and had a vague headache that she hadn't been able to shake for the last few days.

Dante glanced over when he mentioned the ship, unclenching her teeth- she hadn't realized she'd been doing that till they'd started to hurt.

"Ugh, finally. I hope so. You know. Just to relax."

Yeah, sure Dante.

"There's an Ithorian," she muttered, voice dropping just so he could hear her. "Not common knowledge, but he usually manages to get a crate, off the books. Buuuuuut....." she drawled. "What do you say we mosey on down toward that area? Dunno which hangar but it'll be something in the main block. Maybe we can find something that fell off the back of the shipment, yah?"

Dante glanced around, making sure no one else was watching and then-

*crack*

A distressed tootle.

"Oops, poor mouse droid, wonder what happened to its wheel? We should get this over to the service area-" which just happened to be next to the hangars, "right away."

Dante leaned over, scooping up the mouse droid which whistled in alarm as she tucked it casually under her arm. Three wheel spun frantically (the fourth broken). It was an uncharacteristic move. Sure, Dante didn't consider droids 'real' the same was she did people, but she didn't usually mistreat them. She considered them tool, not unlike a rifle, and you took care of your tools. But addiction did things to a person, and she was riding just on the edge of where she could manage, with the end of the last bottle distressingly in sight. The opening to get her hands on more?

Well, it was just a droid. And she was going to get it fixed after all.

Besides, it wasn't like they could feel pain or anything.

She didn't investigate it too closely in her psyche in that moment. There were more important things.

Like the potential for a bottle of whiskey.

Addicts, after all, couldn't be trusted.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

At the edge of the system emerged a single frigate, adorned with the iconography of the lightly infamous Crimson Skull Cartel.

Normally if such a ship appeared on Imperial radar, they would scramble fighters to intercept and destroy before it had a chance to even send out any communications. However, before the Imperial garrison could do such a thing, the scoundrel frigate one-upped them by broadcasting a certain series of codes through an encrypted channel that could only be received by Imperial warships. The signal was checked, double-checked, and triple-checked before being reluctantly verified by the bewildered commanding officers.

For this was no wayward ship, this was the flagship of Doviculous! Pirate liaison to the Emperor himself! And that type of prestigious title afforded the ruffian some special privileges, especially in regards to hauling cargo to the desperate soldiers of the Empire.

The bridge of the Crimson Skull was less organized than any Imperial officer would accept, but there was a method to the madness that surrounded the tall Devaronian as he partook of spice and the voluptuous Zeltron that grasped hungrily at his person. He had heard the plight of the Imperial soldiers stationed at Rimcee (Don't tell the Emperor that he installed listening bugs there), and he was nothing if not a devil of the people. His ship's hold was filled to bursting with crates upon crates upon barrels of booze from all over the galaxy, of every flavor and of every strength that could satisfy the lowliest drunkard to the highest connoisseur of taste.

"Maneuvering to dock, your prodigiousness."

The five hundred meter ship successfully clamped with the station's docking bay, oxygen filling the passageway between the station and the ship. Doviculous rose from his command chair, gently pushing aside the ample amount of pink booty from his lap as he stood tall and proud amidst his band of hooligans and slavers. "Then let's get down there, men! These poor soldiers of order are wasting away without vice!"

 

[Koda Fett]

Location: Old Imperial Station - 'Contractors' Hangar Bay
Allies: The Sith Empire
Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Cale Gunderson"]

In truth, there were all too many places for the Bounty Hunter to go to next. Maybe that was the problem with his never-ending cycle of boredom, the only reason he stuck to the hunt. The safety of knowing what to do; it was the only thing he knew how to do, after all. He hadn't many skills that didn't involve a weapon, starship, or a myriad of ways to kill another person. A sad reality that a man with infinite decisions found himself lost in indecision. A fat-cat hiding out on Cato Neimoidia, or a murderous fugitive continuing his rampage in the depths of Coruscant, yet never a place the Mandalorian might go just for the sake of it.

He said never let anything become personal. Fett didn't know this meant disregarding a person life altogether.

Now the Bounty Hunter sat within his cockpit, lazily lounging within the chair as the ramp began to raise, and the engines started to purr. To think he was almost on his way out, might leave whatever carnage that was soon to unfold behind him. It wasn't the case though, it never was. Always dragged back into the fight and using the guise of 'credits' as nothing short of a cheap (albeit expensive) excuse. From beneath the T-Shaped Visor his brown eyes shifted over a holographic star map that detailed several pieces of vital information regarding the bounties he may pursue next.

An uneasy feeling that something was wrong began to swell within him. Fett was by no means a force user, but his instincts and gut feeling was never anything to turn a blind eye towards. Maybe that's why he decided to take longer than usual in his half-assed attempt to leave Rimcee.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"]
Enemies: Clean up Detail
Saviors if they have Booze: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

"Sure, why not, I am just about done staring at the garbage to will it away at this point. We can take a-" Morgan blinked as Dante did something that was... very out of character for her for sure. The smol mouse droid whined mournfully as it tried to escape from the clutches of its assailant, but to no avail. It didn't have any combat systems, not even a little stun-beamer that could shock Dante in a righteous bout of indignation.

"Really? C'mon, next time you should leave the poor mouse droid's wheels around. Empire has difficulty scrounging up enough spare parts for us as is." A shake of the head and Mor brushed past her and the sad droid.

This wasn't really something that Morgan would make a problem out of.

It wasn't really great of her, but it was just a droid (ironically coming from him). As long as her.... issue wasn't jeopardizing the mission Morgan wasn't going to push back aggressively on her habits. Even if it was slowly starting to wear at him. He noticed the small things- the shaking of the hands, the headaches, beads of sweat and the quick shots she turned over to push those symptoms away.

They weren't yet hurting their missions.

Which... part of him (the cowardly part, the part that was afraid he'd push her away) was glad about. Because Morgan Vance had no idea how to talk to her about her addiction.

His comm blurped once as the Devaronian's frigate entered the system. Vance knew of him, most of the ones that were less about the frontlines and more about the clandestine operations knew Doviculous. Whenever the agents of the Sith Empire were out on the field and needed something... illegal; disruptors, venom, the smuggler had a way of getting hold of it and getting it to you without a fuss.

Didn't stop him from being someone to watch out for.

"Dov entered the system. Probably smelled opportunity," Morgan finally broke the awkward silence as they moved through the corridors towards the service room. "Still want to see about a crate from the Cormorant?"

Knowing Dante she'd want both- get a crate there, some supply from Dov, keep them afloat for a while.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: TSE [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: None yet

Leliana's words attracted his scrutiny.

Eyes ran across her face, head tilting just a fraction as there seemed to be something of... odd recognition. Oh, Jairus and Leliana had never met before, but just for a brief moment the Sith Lord thought he recognized something in her traits. A younger- no, that would be silly. She received a nod of thanks, before Jai glanced over to where she had been pointing.

Before a greeting could escape his lips Vain was already barking at him.

Metaphorically speaking.

Eyebrow rose up, before glancing over at Leliana again. "I assume she is always like this?" The Sith Lord calmly said with amusement and without worry. He wasn't a hapless aide that could be muted by a stern, annoyed word. Oh, the reputation of Vain had been shared with him. Competent, brilliant and completely ruthless in the pursuit of their interests. It was exactly why Jairus had decided to come calling for them. "My name is Jairus Starvald and Lord Carnifex spoke highly of your talents. I am in need of a stim that can increase intelligence, sharpness, better memory retention, things like that."

"Carnifex ensured me you would be able to deliver."

Hopefully that was the truth.

[member="Farah"] was already creating a stim for him that would increase the competency in battle, removing pain as a factor. This was the next thing, while [member="Irajah Ven"] and him worked on... bio-hacking.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Jaminere had been to the Rebellion more of a success then even many within this container could have believed. Yes the Sith had managed to force control back over the system, imposing their cruel rule upon the apparent Imperial heart of the planet while crushing what rebellious fringe groups had arisen thanks to the Rebellion’s intervention on the planet. They had been lucky to have escaped with their lives, but had even if separately managed to get off the planet before the Sith pressed down too hard against them.

The past few weeks had involved dodging and weaving the suspicions of the Sith territories, avoiding the continued action that would see them actively hunted down as the great enemy became more and more concerned with the Core War that had almost overnight seemed to hint at the collapse of the Galactic Alliance, the last great light.
Now as the Sith seemed to once again fully envelop the galaxy the Rebellion was reminded that no matter how secure their enemy small activities such as Jaminere could indeed hurt them.

Unfortunately activity wasn’t glamorous and Kira, like last time had found herself under the guidance of a pilot who wasn’t herself. The Falcon once more left behind as the young Jedi had slid into a storage container with the others who had received the call dispatched by Rebel Command. At least with others present see had people to talk to during the journey, which had allowed the time to pass easier as she had gotten to know several who she had served with before yet not really met since taking her ‘station’ within the Trade Council’s Jedi Order. It had been these conversations that had caused Kira to grunt in a hidden laugh as Atlas made his quip, she would have personally loved this to be one of the civilian transports rather then a hidden crate.

The mood had as always began to darken as the ship was hailed, the security for the Sith as ever over compensating towards the ever present flow of traffic.
“Why is it that every time that we try to sneak into a heavy traffic lane we get pulled out and inspected?” Kira muttered. “I told you to fly casual…”
A military presence was to be expected, the Sith had after all just eradicated a pirate presence from the system. It had been these pirates that had allowed the Rebellion to learn that the Sith had reached out to these parts, which had green lighted the mission to investigate exactly why the Empire would be establishing a hold on such a backwater.
Someone mumbled nearby, saying something about using her ability in the force to trick the star destroyer into letting them fly onwards.
She chuckled.
“What you think I can simply reach out and pull the star destroyer around with my mind?” How stupid that would be. “Unlike popular belief, not how the Force works.”

 

[Leliana]

Location: Rimcee Science Station - Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | TSE
Enemies: None yet

After directing him over to Doctor Vain, Leliana had only gave him a passing glance. Within that though she had caught that odd look; miniscule and quick, but it ensured her focus was on Jairus.

There was something about him, the way he physically walked and his presence within the Force. He was no newly minted Sith Lord, that was for certain. It both intimidated and intrigued the assassin. The only Sith she had been around was her master, and her fellows within the Assassins.

Hmm...

Leliana made a mental note to speak with [member="Darth Ophidia"]. She knew her master was of a similar nature; one of the older Sith in the galaxy. It was likely she knew a lot more about Starvald.

"Yeah, pretty much." She was about to add a mention to Vain's twin, but decided it was pointless. It was going to be amusing all the same, to see how the masked doctor reacted to the Sith Lord.

She turned to look over at the only other person in the room; Djorn Bline. Leliana didn't know the man's name, but was aware he was part of the Saaraishash. It seemed to be a common theme whenever she ran into one of their numbers. Only ever seeing them around in passing, but only finding out their connection until much later. Sometimes she got the impression the Inquisitors hide more than the Assassins did.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Rimcee Science Station - Creature Observation Deck​

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Zaudraka Jin'wodasir2 Bowcaster Imperator's Raiment Scroll​

Marauder Menacer Manservant​

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Half a smile curled on Joycelyn's lip.

"Yes, your practical foresight is one of the reasons my father holds your work in such high regard."

So far, the doctor that had guided Joycelyn around the facility had remained silent. He took a few steps back from the two Force users before finding tasks to address around the lab, part of which was to console the intern Dr. Vain had so sharply reprimanded. It was not the first one Vain had shredded, nor would it be the last.

"Yes, I looked at the report." She admitted. She had skimmed the reports of their performance and some of the notes about their behaviour so far. Byss was what had overcome her initial scepticism towards the premise.

"Though, if I recall correctly, that was space to atmospheric assault." "How is their performance in deep space?"

Fighting near planetary objects presented different tactics and strategic challenges than a deep space operation such as ship-to-ship combat or an assault on a station like this.

"How would they do, say, against a space station?"

In her mind there were ideas, concepts of tactics in which she hoped to assault support vehicles with sithspawn to cripple defence fleets and devastate morale.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Old Imperial Stationhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rimcee_Station​

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Beta Sector​

Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Morgan Vance"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]​

Enemies: N/A​

Current Objective: Detail, Clean-Up​

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"I hate these things," complained one of the Blackblades as he slapped the vending machine. "Eat my credits, yeah, but where's my drink?"

Alvarex shook his head. "Easy, thing's probably older than all of us put together."

"Here." Another of their squadmates approached the machine and gave it a few shakes, the drink rolled out to the bottom. "See? Just gotta shake it gently."

"Pretty sure this is as clean as this station's ever been," Alvarex commented and began to collect the cleaning supplies. Their shuttle wasn't due for another hour or two and as the leader of the squad he could call for the shuttle now. But it wasn't a busy day, he watched as the men worked the 'induction port' into the helmet. The Epicanthix let out a chuckle and moved down the corridor, "when you four are done with your break come we have more work to do some of these electrical sections need to be cleaned out before maintenance can get here."

"Slave driver." One commented with a laugh.

The other, "well best let me at it, if we let either of you two near the electrical sections the station will be out of power."

"Hey. That hurt," Alvarex feigned his hurt with a set of laughter.

Meanwhile two of their squadmates were taking their time. "Hey, can you come do your shake? This thing ate my credits too." He gave the machine a swift kick.

"Shake, here I'll shake it." His buddy moved in and shook the machine, and when nothing happened he shook it again. There was a rumble and then several cans popped out of the machine. "Oops."

"Great job, genius."

Alvarex managed back into the area and sighed. "... King's beard."

 

[Onrai]

The Thanatos continued onwards with the scan of the Cormorant. When it reached the cargo container containing the rebels, the scrambling was interpreted as, to put it likely, unusual readings. "Cormorant, we're detecting unusual sensor emanations from one of your cargo containers. Please go to Hangar Bay 3 on board Rimcee Station. A security team will be there waiting for you to check your cargo." The bridge officer was sure it was either a sensor malfunction, human error, or alternatively, something minor, but procedure called. An imperial officer and a group of 4 stormtroopers would be awaiting the freighter upon its landing, ready to head aboard, remove the cargo that was supposed to be delivered to the station, and examine the container emanating unusual readings.

Simple enough stuff.

[member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"]

 

[Irajah Ven]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zahori Denko"]
Enemies: None yet

The diminutive figure stomped past Djorn, muttering invectives under their breath.

Beneath the mask, her eyes narrowed as she looked Jairus up and down. It was clear from the way the beak tipped up and then dipped down again- Vain made no attempt to hide the appraisal.

"Carnifex promises a lot of things. All of them true," came the snorted reply a moment later. The mask tilted to the side slightly. "Did Carnifex offer my help, or merely say that I am capable of such? Two very different things-"

Something buzzed. Rather than excusing herself, a gloved hand reached down, snatching a communicator off of her belt.

"Jain. I expected you back by now. We need to spin down the sample of- No I don't care. What do you mean a delivery? Did those idiots mess up in scheduling again? No I don't want anything from Dov, he can take his black market items and shove them- wait another delivery? That sounds wrong."

The masked figure was walking away from Jairus without a word, heading toward a computer console.

"There's nothing scheduled for today, so TWO? Are you sure?"

 

[Progflaw99]

Aboard the Cormorant, a YT model Freighter...​

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The M.I.T.E.'s handed out and everyone nodding silently in the affirmative as to their objectives, Atlas scanned the screen of the datapad one more time. It cemented everything a final time in the rebel's mind. Nerves were at an all time high, Atlas secretly waiting for the subtle hair raising at the back of his neck before they were vaporized by some Sith mega-weapon. Stray thoughts carried the pilot forward in time several minutes as they slowly closed distance between Cormorant and the Star Destroyer - and then? Tension hung in the air like a fog, worried glances and gazes passed between the occupants of the secreted container. Shallow breaths and perspiring brows were had by all. No one would hear a single voice hidden within the vessel - and so Atlas broke the silence.

"Well, at least we aren't space dust yet right?"​

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As he opened his mouth to say more a quiet chirp sounded again, this time a message flashing across the dimly lit screen of the datapad. Tied into the ship's communication log was installed a voice to text transcription service, the instructions from the Thanatos coming through no doubt to Cale but also to the merry band of rebels holed up in the container. Atlas' eyes widened at the message, words escaping his lips hesitantly.

"They mean to board us."​

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Equal parts statement and inquiry, his words were soft. Surely they couldn't have chosen this one vessel among many - the system wasn't a major hub of trade but even so, the sector itself boasted the capital of Bastion. Silently Atlas cursed his luck - the odds... well, they couldn't have been this bad. Taking a deep breath he let loose an audible sigh. There was nothing for it. If they cut and run now they'd be chased down like dogs, and that's assuming they made it out of system before the Thanatos or her fighter craft blew them out of the sky. Calming his mind, Atlas reminded himself of where they were. They would be fine. Hidden here beneath a container filled with medical equipment and supplies, it was highly unlikely their presence would even be detected, the anomalous readings more likely related to the complex compounds used in the medical devices. Nothing was ever foolproof though, was it?

"Get to the edges of the container, keep quiet once we land."​

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Atlas himself shifted, handing the datapad to one of his compatriots. Hoisting himself upwards, he took position just beside the trapdoor which lead into the container above. Metal rungs led to the small inconspicuous hatch, above no doubt Cale had placed medical equipment. It would be near impossible to open it from their side without knocking over something in the container above but that wasn't Atlas' goal. Here he would wait, listen, and be ready. If they were to be discovered, it would take a quick hand to reach up and yank whomever had come to look down into the container. Certainly not the best case option but it was what they had - if they were to fire their weapons inside the belly of the beast their ruse would be up. If they could manage to subdue their discoverer should it come to that, they might just have a snowball's chance of still carrying out their objective. *Or staying alive* he thought to himself. With a silent nod, he motioned at [member="Kira Vaal"]. He would likely need assistance in the endeavor should it come to that - he wanted them all at the ready.

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[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | @The Rebellion
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[member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | @The Sith Empire​

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[Zek Koth]

"These things never go smoothly. Too much fancy Force shenanigans," Zek saidas he tapped on his little M.I.T.E. to make sure it was active. "Can't tell me they check every container that looks funny."

He sighed and leaned back against the container. Never a break. Then again, if they got a break he wouldn't get to have much fun kicking sith arse. Plus, if he could tell anything, Atlas had a plan for how this was going to go down, and he was pretty sure that he was going to like that plan. Probably involved knocking out some meatheads or something of that nature. Well, if it got him to where he could blow some Sith into the Nether, well, he was all for it.

The ship bumped as it settled down and he grinned.It was time for them to have a little fun. At this point, he stood and moved to the aide, ducking down behind a crate. He would let Atlas and the humans take care of their part of the plan. It would be less suspicious that way, he was sure. Plus he had a lot of explosives on him and that would be just a tiny bit hard to hide if they snuck out while people were scanning the ship.

Time to make the ancestors proud and put the fear of the Iridonians in them, he though to himself.

Almost go time.

[member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kirie Ito"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Cale Gunderson]

The Cormorant
Allies: [member="Zek Koth"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] technically, [member="Koda Fett"] eventually. Also rival cases of alcoholism ([member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Dante Sotari"])
Objective: Play it Cool

Cale let out a snarl of frustration, he'd given a perfectly valid explanation, but of course today they wanted to play it safe. Was it irrational to think that way? Almost cetianly, but Gunderson was far from the pinnacle of rationality these days. He supposed he'd pin it on bad luck and the galaxy itself conspiring against him once again. "Copy Thanatos, heading that way. Have a good one."

The polite facade was much more believable than he'd expected it to be. At least he could still kiss-up properly right?

"They're gonna sweep the containers when we land. Keep it quiet and you should be fine." He broadcasted to the rebel stowaways, the polite veneer completely stripped away, leaving his tone dry and exacerbated. Cale had stopped himself short of making a remark about at least dying for a good cause if things went south, but a cause didn't mean much if all it did was get you vaporized before it accomplished anything.

Which is what most 'good causes' ended up doing in his experience. Alcohol was a much more reliable solution in that the galaxy didn't seem like it needed any saving when you were too drunk to notice. Weary eyes looked to the small compartment where the fresh bottle of Corellian whiskey was stashed as he brought the Cormorant into Hangar 3 and went through the motions of landing the old YT. He'd sworn not to drink on the job.

But damn if it wasn't tempting right now.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Old Imperial Station -> Hangar 3.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] TSE
Enemies: Dirt and boredom. Smuggled goods: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Zek Koth"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Kir put up a hand as a call reached his com, the other hand pressed to respond.

"SL2222 reporting" "Hangar 3. Rodger."

Whisky was a good time, but it was not something he put above his service to the Empire. He had server well so far, a decade or two more years and he could retire back to Mirial. Perhaps pick up a job as security part time, let his wife and kids grow up in safety he provided. That was the dream.

"Sorry mate, got to go." "I'll save you some drink"

A quick handshake. Kir shouldered his weapon and rushed down the hall. His Ithorian friend looked at the cleaning job still being done by droids and sighed in realisation that he would be the one to finish it up. "Bloody-"

SL2222 was the last of the four set legionaries to report to the hangar, though he was not so late as to require a reprimand. After all, he had been busy down the hall. Kir knew well the three other legionaries. One was new, fresh blood, two were about the same as himself ,- Having joined just before the Silver Jedi left - one was a veteran from back in the Ascendancy days: Sergeant Ruuk, the squad's commanding officer. The Sergeant was a hard nut to crack, Bastion born and bred - As tough as a Blackblade and half as mean. But he treated his men well enough, unless they karked up.

The four of them approached the YT Freighter, The Comorant.

Two of the legionaries grabbed scanners and searched the hold, while Kir stood guard in the centre. Ruuk went to the pilot to see for the ship's manifest, and to ask some questions about their last port, next dock, and any prior offences. It was thorough, but all fairly routine.

Kir couldn't quite hear it as he was busy keeping watch, his attention swaying from the cockpit to the cargo hold. He kept his weapon shouldered and eyes sharp while the search was ongoing.