Skirmish Faldos: Identity Crisis [TSE vs OPA]

[Elena Lowe]

OCTAVIA YVES.
LOCATION: FALDOS SPACEPORT
FACTION: IMPERIAL
NEARBY: Caedyn Arenais Eldaah Aderyn
EQIUPMENT: A-180 BLASTER, PURE-CORTOSIS BLADE, 2X STILLETO KNIFE, FOSF MK1 ARMOUR

A tactical error. A small mistake. That's all it was. She'd thought he would be more sensible, that he would see the writing on the wall and act with caution. As she turned back towards him, the corners of her mouth tweaking up in the slightest impression of a smirk, her eyes met his, and Yves knew she'd been wrong.

The Bo Staff came at her with startling speed, so fast that she could scarcely begin to raise an arm to protect herself before it hit her with the force of a speeding mag-train, smacking into her armour with a sharp smack, the impact sending her lurching to the side, swept off her feet by the unnaturally powerful blow.

Reeling, she pitched forward and the pavement hurtled towards her. Yves stuck her arms instinctively to protect herself, and her right wrist twisted painfully as her hand hit the ground. Still she moved forwards, tumbling head-over-heels before entering a clumsy shoulder roll that arrested her movement and left her in a crouch not far from the Jedi.

She leaped backwards, momentarily increasing the distance between the pair as she regained her senses. Her blaster pistol had flown off somewhere behind her, lost for the moment, so Yves reached over her shoulder, smoothly retrieving the Cortosis blade from the magnetic plate on her back where, mercifully, the attachment had held.

Warily, Yves raised the blade, watching the Jedi keenly and wincing as her wrist twinged, already beginning to ache. No doubt it would become immobile soon. Another item on a rapidly expanding list of things to worry about. Her focus locked onto him, her features lost in the deep darkness of the night, her eyes two stones gleaming at the centre of the shadow.

"You will come to regret that."

The light from the lamp above hit her as she stepped forward. Her armour, cracked and showing the armourweave mesh beneath, shifted rapidly across the colour spectrum as the compromised camouflage system failed, flitting intermittently between deep crimson, radiant gold, an iridescent blue and a bleached, bone white before settling to a deep navy as the power pack on her back spluttered and died.

For a moment, she allowed herself to fear that she was out of her depth, but no sooner had the thought surfaced than she cast it aside. This Jedi was strong, sure, but he was scarcely trained and all alone. It wouldn't take much. Once she got the upper hand he would crumble, and once she had him, she would take great joy in liberating his head from his shoulders.

One, two, three quick steps forward and she was upon him, bringing the sword down in a wide and obvious strike, throwing her weight forward and aiming flat-footed kick at the Jedi's knee as she performed the feint, the blade of the sword glimmering like a slice of moonlight as it arced down towards him.

 

[Miel Tevv]

Allies: OPA, Griet van Vliet
Enemies: TSE, Keva , Sith Muse, @Eye of Solomon, Valessia Brentioch
Equipment: ELG-3A Blaster Pistol, Encrypted Comlink, Flask of Sullustan Gin

"So I told her 'that's not my cousin, that's a wookiee!'" hearty outer rim guffaws mixed with refined core world laughter while Miel finished his champagne in one final swig, "Anyway where were we? Oh yes, Moff Lavinia-"

"Dank ferrik, what's all that racket?!"

Thrown out of his schmoozing groove by a sudden commotion outside the outer rim tycoon moseyed on over to see for himself. Some kind of anti-Alliance political demonstration was forming outside. Tevv gave a soft chuckle of surprise and amusement. The Sith Inquisitoriate must be putting in overtime on this one. There were still embers of Imperial fanaticism coaxed by the Sith Empire's so called colony worlds but to organize a flash protest like this so close to their border? That took resources.

"What should we do?" one of the patrons asked no one in particular, "Should we call the police?"

Miel snorted and before anyone could stop him he was boldly stepping out onto the street. Immediately the sullustan was hit by a wall of sound. Enraged voices shouting all at once mixed into an incoherent babble but there was one voice that rose clearly above the rest.

“-we mustn't allow trash and degenerates to lead us. The empire offers safety, a chance to be apart of something wider! Finally we can break free from these shackles and return to the way things were!”

He tried to spot Keva in the crowd but so far she eluded him.

"Sir," a transcript of Crix Cor's communique was placed in his hand, "Your orders?"

Miel glanced over at his aide who was not an aide. He was high level OPA, just like his boss.

"Two can play at this game Zambrano," he muttered and pulled a hefty bag of talons from his belt, "Round up a mob of our own and march on down to the Mors fundraiser. Get the word out about Crix on the Undervine, I want eyes on that hotel yesterday. Status on plan besh?"

"Shooter is standing by. Even if Mors wins, she loses."

 

[Colton Renth]

Colton and his troops set about brutal shaking down every Faldos Union hideout they came across between the Hutt cartel and imperial intelligence he figured it cover about 70% of them so very likely they cause enough of a ruckus to draw out find high ranking members and force them to him and squad higher the food chain and cut off the head the snake. After touching 3 of their hideouts and brutally killing a dozen or so low to mid-level soldiers and enforcers the hit pay dirt on the 4th Capturing the 4th in command of union they took the woman to an imperial intelligence safe house
were members of SIIA interrogator for hours once they had gotten all the information the could out of here, Colton walked and slapped a slave color on here and turned the SIIA operatives "Get her on a transport to the closest slave camp." and walked out to the information to they had just attained to goo use

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Objective: Investigate rumors of a raid at the Spaceport.
Inventory: Jedi Armor, Bo Staff & Lightsaber.
Kirie NPCs

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"That man you killed did nothing to deserve what you did to him" Caedyn replied heatedly, frustrated in that he hadn't been fast enough to safe the fallen male from being killed; "My regret is that you've forced my hand, as well as your clear lack of appreciation for life and consideration for others" he exclaimed. Though his words may not have meant anything to this Imperial Agent, whoever she was, Caedyn believed strongly in that all peoples deserved the right to live on equal footing, civil and sentient rights were important for the social and ethical justice in the Galaxy.

Spinning his Bo Staff in a full rotation with his right hand, a flick of his wrist and he soon had the staff resting under his arm, pointed down towards the ground in front of him. With his free hand, he soon gestured to Yves' Cortosis blade; "You've already committed an act of murder before the eyes of a Jedi Knight, in a public street. Do not make this situation any worse for yourself" he cautioned the woman, though it appeared to no avail.

Caedyn may have only been in his early twenties but he had trained for years. First focusing in Stav Kesh and Qigong Kesh under the Je'daii Order and Lief , then later under the Order of the Silver Jedi and reluctantly taking his fathers counsel at times. Martial Arts, the Force and Self Discipline in body and in mind were drilled into him from an early age; though the greater Galaxy knew so little of him and so it wasn't public knowledge.

The Agent sought him in the attack, using her blade to distract him in order to throw her weight into a kick at his knee, before bringing the blade swinging down upon him. Stepping back out of the path of the kick however, Yves' would have to over-reach to land the blow, whilst Caedyn swung the Bo Staff in a horizontal sweep in order to counter the falling sword. The Bo Staff had the reach, while he took another single step backwards this time and firmly planted his weight on his back foot, positioning himself for any follow-through.

His opponent was a complete stranger to him and Caedyn sought to pace himself through this encounter, taking the time to study her technique whilst spending as little energy as possible in his self defense.

 

[Keva]

“Wave the flag of the Imperial Saviors high! For the Empire improves all that they touch, Faldos will see unprecedented growth in trade and prosperity!”

Truthfully, Keva was cringing more than she would usually ever allow herself to do. It was so needlessly flamboyant and inflamatory that it felt like a mark of shame for someone who stylized themselves as a philosopher with the path to create order in the Galaxy.

But still she weaved through the crowd, a tiny spot of blue among the wild hues that they had been able to establish. She was certain there were a handful of legitimate Imperials among them right now. She had requested a handful, soldiers for if things had gone south. Though soon the marching of those OPA-aligned scum reached Keva’s ears, and rather than annoyance came amusement. Perfect. A clean path to their headquarters, through some...less than pleasant means.

Miel Tevv

 

[Elena Lowe]

OCTAVIA YVES.
LOCATION: FALDOS SPACEPORT
FACTION: IMPERIAL
NEARBY: Caedyn Arenais | Eldaah Aderyn
EQIUPMENT: A-180 BLASTER, PURE-CORTOSIS BLADE, 2X STILLETO KNIFE, FOSF MK1 ARMOUR

Her blade spun, glittering in the artificial lights. Yves was fast; she'd learned in the Bureau to be deft, light-footed and precise, but the Jedi was faster. He stepped back, easily seeing through her feint, and as Yves followed through with her swing, the blade swiping the empty air where his neck used to be, the Jedi swung his staff expertly, its metallic length crashing into her blade with the same unnatural power of the first blow, and wrenching the shining sword from her grip, sending it clattering to the ground not far away.

Yves stepped back, breathing heavily. Raising a gloved hand, she tapped a few keys into her wrist datapad, the device emitting a low beep in response a few seconds later. Yves knew that on equal footing, she stood no chance of overpowering the Jedi. She'd just have to hold her own until help arrived.

The boom of a distant blast echoed in the still night air. Over the tops of the apartment blocks that lined the street, Yves caught a glimpse of a blossoming explosion, a ball of fire that crackled with plasmatic energy. Serious stuff, indicative of military-grade equipment, and coming from the spaceport no less. Apparently it wasn't just the Imperials who were out to make this night an eventful one.

She had an idea. It was a desperate move, but she hoped it'd be sufficiently unpredictable so as to catch him unawares. If she got past his screen of deliberate defences, if she could just get him on the back foot, she could perhaps gain the upper hand for long enough for her support to arrive. Her datapad beeped again, she didn't need that long.

In a flash, she was moving again, her boots slapping against the asphalt as she ran forward, moving towards the fallen weapon as if to grab it. At the last moment, Yves twisted, throwing her weight sideways and grabbing at the Jedi, reaching out as she leaped to try and grab hold of the Bo staff at either end, and allow her momentum to drag both of them to the ground.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

The Grand Crown Hotel was gorgeous and it seemed as if Mr. Carcenth had everything all set up. Formally, this would not count toward the official debates since it had been a rather impromptu set up. Still, Lavinia Mors and Crix Cor knew they could not ignore the potential for this, not when everything was running so hot. Word of a series of explosions at the Starport has raised alarms as both Mors and Cors' security details tighten up. The debate would be live-streamed on the holonet, courtesy of Mr. Carcenth's people to which Ms. Mors was already suspicious. Lavinia tapped her stylus on the tablet repeatedly, a nervous tick. ​

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"Liv."​

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"It's fine." She waved Valessia off with a flippant eye roll and cleared her throat. Her ears felt hot, she placed a hand to her chest and took in a deep breath. Running for office had been a risk but it wasn't a life-threatening one until Mr. Carcenth entered the race. He definitely knew how to work a crowd and the moment her campaign headquarters had been treated to animal carcasses she considered throwing in the towel there. "Stay behind me when we get down."​

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"Of course," Valessia replied with a cool tone as she reached out with the Force. She searched for her fellow dark siders to aid their cause here on this planet. ​

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Meanwhile, Crix traveled via public transport he looked over to a few of the Sullustans and Duros in his presence. "Let's hope Carcenth is smart enough not to try anything." Orlok Brim muttered a Sullustan who had been tasked with keeping Crix safe. "Remember when he burned down HQ?" Brim shook his head, Carcenth, and his crew the Union as it was left behind racially charged messages. Now Carcenth said he didn't do it, he couldn't be pinned for the attack on either office. It wouldn't be until after Ms. Mors' campaign headquarters had been attacked that Crix's crew learned that Carcenth had the police chief on the take.​

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"Grand Crown, ain't that ol' Fortan's brand?"​

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"It is an Imperial-backed corporation so it's interesting that Carcenth picked here, but I suspect he has a message he'd like to get out." Crix sighed he felt his blood boiling. He didn't mind going one on one with an Imperial, but Carcenth? He was something else, something rotten altogether and the way he got people riled up, the way his words created more hatred? This is not what the Coalition or the Alliance stood for, and yet here it was staring him in the face. ​

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It was as they rode that Crix overheard the broadcast, the Starport had been attacked by unknown forces. The tram he was on was fine, but as he looked in the direction of the Starport he could see the smoke and the flames. Several levels were gone and the fire was intense, he prayed that the Force would take those affected quickly. ​

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