Focus on the Vision [Galactic Alliance Dominion of Fondor]

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective 1
[member="Ylvaris Desman"] [member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
7/20

Ok, so what, Coren Starchaser was tiny compared to the hulks of the Dreadguard. He knew that, but he always was willing to take the bet that he was a lot more agile than the others. Sure, here? When the three of htem could easily fill the hallway? That was alright, but when it came down to it, on the battlefield, he’d be there and watching their backs while they were causing their indiscriminate justice in the form of violence.

“I’ll make sure to get the Pyre on it. Keep your eyes open.” Little blaster pistol and the big Dreadguard. He was here to see what these boys could do. He knew Rook had mentioned it in his past, but seeing more than one work together now? That was something to be fearful of. The group was making it through the hallway and that was when the blaster bolts started coming. Coren couldn’t help it and reacted instinctively. He had made himself ahead of the Dreadguard and when the bolts came, the burst of energy through his body had him folding space to get himself behind a wall.

“First things first, boys.” He looked around the wall, and the bolts started flashing again. Taking a breath, he reached out, this is when he could really use Spark Finn. “Automated by the sounds of it, but tracking protocol.” Who knew what lay beyond the turret.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Station
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ylvaris Desman"]
Objective: Purge the station

A turret? Easily dealt with. Though he had no doubt the Beast could easily withstand the security system's assault, Rook had no intention of forcing him to. He stepped forward, holding himself just over an overturned crate for protection, and slipped the Ionization attachment onto his Deece. The weapon coughed as it fired two waves of ionized energy toward the turret. the men behind it would be unaffected, but the turret? Rendered entirely useless.

"Kelghast, provide suppressive fire, keep their heads down! Beast, when you find the right moment, charge forward and tear them apart." He paused as he set the rifle attachment back in its place on the weapon. "Coren, keep them from finding a way to flank us. These corridors are tight, but they could be in the air ducts."

He didn't need to tell Kelghast to stop firing when Beast charged. He was rather confident that his brother was smart enough to know when and when not to pull the trigger, after all.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Objective #3 [Corporate/Economic/Technical]
Fondor Guild of Starshipwrights
Omega Pyre
2/20
[member="Kelly Perris"]

An extra firm handshake would tighten upon the Incom CEO's offered hand. The two toned umber and ocher Icarii would appraise the man with a cocked brow, a more no-nonsense approach coming from the Omega Pyre Prex. Fondor Shipyards had been under Pyre ownership for some time, but the recession of the Protectorate and the dwindling contracts made it a necessity to cut things down.

"Well we handle our own in the Pyre, Mr. Perris." Aeron would state, drawing back to cross her arms over her chest. The leather of her jacket would creak, and her expression would waver in between stoic and amused. Contracts and the like meant more money for the Private Military Company, and while Omega Pyre itself held several locations to spur on income from other venues, Aeron knew that getting the rest of the shipyards in production was necessary.

So far things were moving along beautifully. The sponsorship from the Galactic Alliance would bring forth a steady stream of creditflow.. but the fledging alliance of governments was still new. Corporate duties would call and the Icarii was well aware that having Incom on their side would do just right.

"So let's cut to the wire and get to it." Aeron was always the blunt one. Her business sense wavered between a lack of tack and abrupt brashness. Cira she was not.

"Just what do you have in mind?"

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO
LOCATION: ANS LIBERATOR, BRIDGE
[6/20]

---

Tachon surmised that he'd get more done from the shadows. He could still be a warrior. He could still be true to his people. He didn't have to run the front line to do that. If his past taught him nothing else, it was that violence needed to be tempered in order to be used effectively. So he would continue that method of temperance, to soothe and seethe until the time was right. He took the ear piece off and stood. He knew what he needed to do now. He needed a teacher. Someone to help him advance himself beyond where he was now. He could brawl, he needed to learn to engage. He could battle, but he needed to win wars. He could hide, he needed to learn to use stealth. He had a gut, but he needed to truly sense.

The Iridonian climbed out of the pit and walked back down along the bridge. The captain resumed his usual duties now that the guest had left the bridge. Zur-Ksi made his way to the lift. He had some affairs to manage, and the best way to start that management was with a to-do list.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Obj. #3
Allies : Galactic Alliance, rising scrap prices
Post : (2)
Location : Orbital Shipyard



Like ants swarming on a much larger victim, salvage crews went hard to work on the Mon Cal vessels. Most seemed to have been fired upon mercilessly, even after disabled. Go big or go home was the case in whatever battle had taken place. If Judah squinted hard enough he could barely make out the crews in envirosuits crawling over the wreckage, collecting the more valuable metals. Those were normally found in electrical systems...a ship that size had thousands of feet just waiting to be removed.


Saws were cutting the ship into more manageable chunks, a traction beam maneuvering the pieces into scraps bins attached to vessels. It was dangerous work.Extra Firemane crews provided by [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] were patrolling the area in order to keep Salacia crews safe.


Pirates. Sith. Sadistic lowlife types patrolled these types of wreckage like a moths to flame. Couple that with a refugee crisis...well, it had the potential to be a damned playground out in the Fondor orbital debris.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO
LOCATION: ANS LIBERATOR, HANGAR
[7/20]

---

Tachon stepped out of the lift and wove through the last few corridors before he was dumped out into the cavernous hangar of the Star Destroyer. Perched in the middle of it all was the Night Avril, his baby. The Firespray had served him well, and that would be one of the first things he gave some love to. He sat on the loading ramp and took out his datapad. He set up his own little notepad, then got to writing.

- Upgrade Avril
- Find teacher

That was good for now. Everything else could just come and go like he's lived the rest of his life. Two things were certain in Tachon's mind, though. He needed to refit his ship, and he needed to find someone to help him be better. If he could fulfill those two things, a whole new expanse of opportunity was presented.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ylvaris Desman"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
[6/20]

The order was given, and behind the helmet, the Beast grinned and nodded as the decee belched its ionization blasts. When the turret stopped whining out bolts, he waited just a moments more and then charged as Rook gave the order to. Bolts splatted against the heavy armor he wore, but he trusted in it and merely grinned, picking up speed to an almost sickening level as he surged into the enemy head on with a howl. The boltgun he carried began spitting rounds, barking its' one note song in a thunderous pitch whilst he went to work. Each shot was precise, deadly, and three of the squad feel easily to his gun before the sword was even used.

As he drew a bead on one of the pirates, he remembered the need for people to interrogate, and instead his sword-arm flicked out, the blade turning at the last moment and smacking the pirate in the back of the head as tenderly as possible, but still knocking him out cold and throwing him a few inches into the wall. With the impact, the Beast grimaced and knelt to touch the pirate, making sure he was alive. The motion was almost incogrous, as blaster fire from a few of the pirates still spat at him, but it was merely at the level of a hold-oust pistol, and he turned swiftly to point his bolter in their direction, and the firing stopped.

"Clear"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective 1
8/20
[member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Ylvaris Desman"]

Rook and Coren had worked together long enough that the pair knew the other’s strengths and weaknesses. Direct fire? Not exactly Coren’s strong suit. His Force skills didn’t even give him prolongued help. It covered his ass for the moment but then he’d be needing to find an escape. A bit of a space-fold and he was fine. But as stated, Rook knew his weaknesses, and some of his strengths.

Sure, Spark Finn could do it better, and his astromech even more, but Lexi was aboard the station and Coren nodded at Rook. “On it.” He saw the terminal and was about to make a displacement jump to the other side of the hallway, and that was when turret stopped. Still, the sounds were there and the pilot-commando made the walk, almost roll over to the terminal.

“I’ll see what they’re up to.” He said, getting to his knees in front of the controls. Switching his comm to the open channel for the team, he started to slice into the system. “Lexi, need you. Link into the station and find the terminal I’m at.”

“The one with the terribly written bypass, sir?” The simulated intelligence returned and Coren rolled his eyes.

“Just see what data you can open, passage ways you can close down.” He hated computers.

And the whole while Coren sat at the terminal talking to his ship, they'd be running counter interference should the Dreadguard carry on.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Station
Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Objective: 1

Not another word was needed. Kelghast began pacing himself forward, laying down a steady stream of heavy full-auto fire. A couple of the hostiles at the end of the hall were stuck down, laying motionless with larger craters dug out of their bodies. The rest of the pirates began to fall back a bit to find a better foothold and cover, bolts crashing against his power armor's shields with no cares to give. "DO NOT RUN FROM ME!" Kelghast started pushing forward a bit more, spitting rounds like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to see them dead, and he would kill them beyond death. They would be ESPECIALLY dead. "BEAST, ONWARD! SHOW THEM JUSTICE IN THE ONLY WAY THEY CAN UNDERSTAND! KILL! MAIM! BURN!" Kelghast didn't even bother to stop firing as he went on his rant and rampage.

From one end of the hall all the way down, the pirates that lay in wait would hear the monstrous bellows of Kelghast's rage. "KILL! MAIM! BURN!"

"KILL...!

MAIM...!

BURN...!!!"

Someone wasn't in a very good mood today.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Station
Allies: [member="Ylvaris Desman"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ijaat Akun"]

Clear.

The pirates that remained lay dead at their feet. The battle was a complete victory for the Dreadguard, as Rook had come to expect. He turned his attentions to his brothers, whistling sharply in approval. "Some fine shooting. I think you'll be getting the first order of sweet buns back on the ship tonight, Beast." The High Lord snickered, and cast a look over his shoulder. "More await us. We'll need to flush them out. You coming?"

He lofted a brow, but he already knew the answer. Coren would not miss a good firefight -- Rook liked that about the man. Then there was the issue of Kelghast to deal with. Rook was a bit worried for his mental stability, and could you really blame him?

"Kel, less screaming, more shooting, aye?"

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective 2
Location: Random Humanitarian Center, Groundside
1/20

To say the Galactic Alliance was moving quickly would be an understatement. Starting from Sullust, they'd spread to Eriadu and Vandelhelm, Susefi and Suarbi, Thyferra, and now Fondor. Maybe this was common for governments looking to make their mark, maybe the leaders were ambitious, or maybe they were moving too quickly for their own good. Time would tell. Audren certainly couldn't; while he helped out as much as his duties as part of the Coalition would allow, he was far from leadership. And he was happy with that.

With this particular venture, he'd chosen to accompany many of his fellow Coalition members and help with the humanitarian side of things. Fondor was experiencing a surge of refugees due to the constant strife between the Republic and the One Sith, and they were a pressing need. One of many. While his talents were not to the diplomatic side of things, but it didn't take much in terms of diplomacy to hand out rations to lines of needy people. He wasn't above doing that.

Whoever had planned this thing out had done a good job, they'd expected that refugees would swarm the supply lines. Guides had been set up, both living and not, that channeled the displaced in an orderly fashion. When they neared the distribution point, they keyed in their species and stage of life if necessary, then computers kept track of where they were and alerted the volunteers if any special rations were needed. The computational and surveillance needs weren't especially demanding with the small amount of space in question.

Guards had also been set up for those who were a bit too rowdy, or ones who tried to get to the rations without going through the line. While he actively handed out rations, he was also designated as one of the escalation points for said guards. The use of force was only authorized in exceedingly specific circumstances, talking someone down was far more desired, and the Force could often help with that. Or so the Padawan had been told. Sometimes the Force wasn't even needed, people who held no compunction against screaming at a soldier who wouldn't harm them oftentimes backed away from confrontation with a Jedi.

So it was that he found himself heading over to a family of three who'd recently received rations. The mother and daughter standing a step or two behind the father, who was actively yelling at the soldier on guard duty. Basic placating measures hadn't worked, and the soldier was nearing the edge of his patience though his face gave nothing away.

"Back to your post, Corporal, I'll take over here. My name is Audren, what seems to be the issue?"

"Well, Audren, it's simple enough. My family isn't getting enough food. We're still hungry."

"I see. Are there any special dietary requirements that you need that aren't the same as your general species?"

"No, it just isn't enough. Now, what are you going to do to fix it for me?"

The Padawan was silent for a second, covering for his time thinking by examining a datapad screen. In reality, he was examining the man through the Force and mulling over what to do. Others were watching so even if he could afford to give the man more rations, he wouldn't be able to do so. The others would wonder why he was getting special treatment and start demanding their own extras, and the place would devolve into a madhouse. Nor, he suspected, would the man be happy with a single instance of more food, he'd come back and expect that extra amount or more every time. Through the Force, the man's tendrils were knotted and swollen.

Were [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] present and viewing the same thing, no doubt she'd have a specific method for those tendrils, rumor had it she enjoyed that sort of thing. Audren, however, had only the faintest ideas how to handle the Force side of the situation. He didn't force the cables into a non-knotted state, he simply provided the guides so they would hopefully de-tangle themselves. Simultaneously, he placed a mental picture of ice around the swollen cables in an attempt to reduce the swelling. Now for logic.

"Sir, would you agree that your family is not starving to death, though you are still hungry after finishing your meals?"

"Yes, but we deserve to be full."

"Would you rather another family did starve to death so yours could be full?"

"What?! What kind of a question is that?"

"A simple one, sir. There are limited resources to go around. Increasing what is given to some means decreasing what is given to others, which means someone isn't going to have enough."

"I...I hadn't thought of it that way."

"Once the situation here stabilizes, things will improve. The Galactic Alliance and their allies are doing the best they can and will start making headway soon. We don't want anyone dying in the meantime though, not if their deaths are preventable."

Physically, it seemed like the man almost wilted. The fight had gone out of him. Through the Force, the cables that made up his personality were far less knotted than they had been, and there was no indication of swelling or inflammation. A useful trick, that. Good thing to have learned.

"I guess we'll go home then. Thanks for explaining it."

"Of course, sir. If you ever find yourself with some spare time too, we could always use help. The more quickly things are stabilized, the more quickly life improves for all."

The man nodded slowly, then joined his wife and daughter and headed away. Meanwhile, Audren headed back into line. The work here was far from over.


[member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

(2)


Far away from the pirates and their shenanigans, former Sword of the Protectorate and former Lady Protector were taking the time to reminisce. For now business could wait, at least as far as Siobhan was concerned. Firemane crews were on the spot to provide security for Salacia Consolidated and she trusted them to be competent. If low-life interfered too much with [member="Judah Dashiell"]'s operations, she'd direct their suppression personally, but it seemed things were going well and her people were professionals. Firemane ships were on call if some heavier support was needed.


She sensed her wife coming before she heard her footsteps, and so she immediately headed over to her. Naturally Tegaea had a witty quip on her lips. It made Siobhan chuckle a bit. "Hey, there you are, beautiful. I was just gonna go look whether that vibrator I lost once was still lying around somewhere," she quipped, pulling her wife into a hug and planting a kiss on her lips.


Memories...oh, yes, she had them, too. They made her feel rather awkward. One hand stroked across Tegaea's back. She pointed to the transparisteel window. "Lovely view of the city. Still like Santaissa more. Less pollution, less traffic. Well, before...," she trailed off, realising that mentioning the Eldorai capital might not have been the best idea since it had recently been devastated by an asteroid!

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 2.
Location: Small Town
[member="Audren Sykes"]

(2)

Jumping off the loading ramp to get out of the way of the unload, Coci decided to venture into the town. Blondie's crew and some of the Rangers that had come with her from Ossus would see to the need and distribution of the medical supplies to the small hospital and any clinics here. Some of the Silver Sanctum healers were sent to assist and do any house calls to bring down the waiting list.

Coci walked up the main street, it had been raining it seemed as water still clung to the pathways and gurgled in the gutters. All that met her eye was a small shopping area, and a few stalls offering various food stuffs, a diner and the cantina. Well it is not Coruscant. And she wondered if she would ever see that jewel again, and if she did, what state would it be in.

Raising Audren on commlink was easy enough, he is here too assisting where needed, "Audren, any developments your end?", Coci eyes scanned the streets waiting for his reply, it was than she notice a couple of men darting into an alley way. The force with a sudden warning told her that they meant harm to someone, so Coci followed.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=1/20]​

Objective: One will present itself…
Allies: None yet
Enemies: None yet

With the exception of those in the Corporate Sector, few planetary systems had been exploited to the degree that Fondor had — especially for a system so close to the Core. That part of the Tapani sector had originally been designated a manufacturing and shipbuilding centre precisely because of the surfeit of resource-rich asteroids and moons, and worlds ripe for abuse. But where the colossal corporations that dominated Bilbringi, Kuat, Sluis Van, and other shipbuilding centres made a pretence of picking up after themselves, no such efforts had ever been made at Fondor.

With the space lanes perilous with free-floating construction debris, Fondor's several small moons looking as if something had taken huge bites out of them, and the planet itself overcrowded, polluted, and corrupted by profiteers providing diversions for the millions of workers who had nowhere else to spend their hard-earned credits, the system was a blight on the Rimma Trade Route.

Emerging from the Gandeal hyperlane out past Fondor's outermost moon, Nubica was immediately detected and scanned.

And she set a course for the planet — and awaited precise coordinates for now.

 

[The End Narrator]

Objective: Two
Allies: None
Location: Random city on Fondor.

Post 1/20

The Ardent – wasn’t everything she thought it would be.

Considering the age of the vessel, she thought the ship would fall apart at the seams, but that didn’t seem to be the case for this particular vessel. Through extensive upgrades and maybe sheer dumb luck – her mother managed to keep the damned thing together. It was not bad looking for its age, or maybe that was just the newer armor plating she had put on. With Aaralyn, no one really knew why she did what she did at times, she just did it. Mira sat on the ramp of the Ardent, arms lapsed over her knees as she stared at the cargo boxes being stacked en masse before her. She had started up a fighter squadron for the Galactic Alliance – now they needed some supplies and Fondor seemed like the place…until she arrived.

When she exited the Ardent – she had been approached by several individuals, pleading and begging for her to take them off world. Some offered everything that they had and some even offered up their services – needless to say, it was an overwhelming ordeal that caused the local security branch to get involve and drive them out. The situation itself, left Mira in a bit of an ethical and emotional predicament, help who she could or get the supplies and jet off world. She sighed heavy and rose up to her feet, grabbing the compression pylon that aided the ramp in opening. It wouldn’t hurt to visit one of the camps and maybe deliver some supplies would it?

Maybe she could get away with not buying all these parts and buy a crate of general goods or food – her right hand would reach into satchel and pull out a few dozen credit chits, groaning loudly. “Or I could just use what I have left…” The realization of going broke wasn’t anything new to Mira – and there was a time or two where she turned to her mother for help, but those were times where it was really rough. Anything she could do to make it by on her own and with what she had – she did. Everything she got, she valued and appreciated it for whatever it might be worth – even if it was worthless.

She quickly stuffed the credits away in her satchel and left the ramp of the Ardent, she’d head towards the market and see what she could find – no telling if she’d find anything at all considering the situation on the planet.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

Jedi Marshall Jecen Voidstalker was sat at the offices of a Fondor law enforcement agency. The New Jedi Order were not just assisting the military in retaking the shipyards, they were also doing the duty they had taken upon themselves for tens of thousands of years: restoring law and order. The Jedi were coming to the system in drips and drabs it seemed. Something that would need greater organisation for any major operation. He idly wondered if he would feel [member="Adele Adonai"] ‘s reassuring presence at the next military venture, or if she permanently remained in her gardens now.

Knight Felidae had apparently arrived in the system. On one hand he should probably have directed her towards the relief efforts. Yet he had also greatly appreciated the manner in which she had flipped a crime lord’s bodyguard onto his head back at Thyferra.

“Inform Knight Felidae that she may proceed here if she wishes to join in on another raid. Someone find her a chest plate if she decides to head this way as well,” Jacen said before returning to the holomap of the building they were going to raid. It was believed that several Sith officers had snuck in with the refugees and were controlling operations in the region.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=2/20]​

Objective: Seek and ye shall find…
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: None just yet

No sooner had her presence been noted than she received a communication. Not from Master Voidstalker (as she subsequently found out his name was) but the order originated from him.

So she punched in the coordinates she was given and headed to the hangar bay recommended. Once on the ground, she grabbed a bag and headed to the nearest rest-room.

She’d held on to the jump-suit she’d been given previously and figured he was going to be working under-cover. She’d made a few adjustments — it fitted her better than a sack of potatoes now — and there was a convenient pocket for her saber. So she changed into the outfit and returned her Jedi robes to the ship before heading to the site indicated in the instructions.

She still held only enough credits for her next meal. Well, some things are harder to change than others.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

"You're just in time!" Jacen called across the room as [member="Nubica Felidae"] entered the room. Unlike last time this was no undercover operation. Law enforcement officer bustled back and forth wearing black body armour. They were gradually splitting into four man teams and reviewing entry points on the building. It was still under observation and they'd spotted several heavy weapons being used on the premises. It seemed they had evicted a group of refugees and set up some form of operational centre under the nose of the authorities.

Wearing his full Vanguard armour, Jacen had a saber on one hip and his Occluder handcannon - set to stun - on the other. On his chest as stuck an identity badge and over one arm he had a band that identified him as working with the law enforcement agency. In one hand he carried a dark bundle. "Strap this on," he said, passing across the armour. It was a simple plastoid chest plate woven into something that slipped over the head, with velcro straps for adjustment. "And have a look at the layout," he added, pointing towards a shimmering holographic image of the building they were headed to. "We're going in with the roof team."

 

[Aerin Akun]

Location: Orbital Station
Post: 1/20

The alarms went off to indicate some kind of threat, and Aerin braced herself on a countertop, closing her eyes. She had learned in the intervening years to deal with loud noises-- so startling after long years of silence-- but they still bothered her. Weapons fire was worse, but that was something she was able to avoid by staying in the back lines, the doctor the soldiers brought the wounded to, not the one they made go to the wounded.

With an iron hold over herself, the 30-something walked across the room with her patterned skirt swirling about her knees, ignoring the looks her two remaining nurses exchanged. When she reached the computer terminal attached to the wall, she tapped through the informational screens to see what the problem was. Security breach. An invasion of the facility. Her long-lashed eyes widened slightly, and she scrolled through to view the security footage (something she had demanded access to when she signed on with Fondor's military; she did not intend to be caught by surprise). The doctor had exactly thirty seconds to see the pirates filing through the docking bay before power was cut and the computer feed went down. Aerin swallowed hard and looked helplessly at her coworkers as auxiliary lighting came on. With force, she pointed at the tall cabinets in the room, carved face harsh in the semi-lighting and eyes glinting with the threat of madness.

"Empty those into drawers or hide them behind some of the moving dividers; then get in." It would fit two people, and the nurses didn't dare disobey her with that tone in her voice, even if her hand was shaking.

Aerin turned and leaned her head against the wall, the cool metal soothing skin suddenly hot with terror. She pulled at the collar of her dark turtleneck as a few rogue memories intruded themselves on her person and thrust away from the wall, trying to manifest anger to drive them away but only managing to begin sinking further into terror.

"Get in," she half-croaked, half-squeaked when she saw them empty the items off the last shelves. She seemed ignorant of their actions to hide the items. "Get in!" Her voice broke and she hurried over to help rip out the shelves before grabbing the first nurse roughly and shoving her inside. The other nurse grabbed her hands and stared her in the eyes, letting her struggle move him but without relinquishing his grip.

"We'll manage," he said, recognizing the familiar symptoms. "Where are you going?" The steady tone-- familiar, but not low, not rumbling-- helped remove some of the terror-blindness from her eyes. Her eyes closed and then she shook her head at him and with gentle tugs extracted herself from his grip.

"I'll figure something out," she replied, knowing she was trembling and hating herself for it.

Pirates were not the Sith, but that was the only positive she could see in this situation. Her eyes swept the bay and she rushed with quick, clacking steps to the drawers of surgical implements. The electric bone saw came into her hand and she looked around the bay again. The cabinet immediately beneath presented itself as an option, but her stomach churned and she broke into a cold sweat at the thought of fitting herself into that space. It was the only option; it was the only option, but she couldn't. She couldn'tshecouldn'tshecouldn't.

Aerin whirled on the spot, swallowing against the thick feeling in her throat and finally climbed under one of the sheet-draped gurneys with the items her nurses had emptied from the storage cabinet. The sheets would move when she pushed on them; she could see the floor in the gap between the end of the sheet and where she was sitting. It was enough not to spark another level of fear in her; she was running high on enough of it already.

The redhead sat there for a long while-- or maybe it only felt that way. Her sense of time always seemed to be off; minutes or days or years themselves all felt the same: endless eternities dragging by. There was no sound except the occasional shift of a nurse in the cabinet and the whir of the environmental systems running through the auxiliary power.

When the pirates finally begin firing at the locking mechanism outside, Aerin scrunched her eyes shut and clasped the saw tightly to her chest, her mouth twisted into a grimace. Her finger was on the switch; she wouldn't turn it on until she had to.

[member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Rook"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Location: Station

The beast getting the first order of sweet buns? A great offense to Kelghast. Here he was thinking through his rage that he had the optimal capacity for gunning down pirates, but alas, he was bested in the realm of combat this time. But then he started thinking... Rook and everyone else caught wind of his little meltdown and probably had some big concerns. He had to keep this "disease" under control or else risk being distrusted and perceived as a threat to everyone.

Hold it together...

"I'm fine, Rook. Just keep moving and stop worrying."

Save me. Help me.