For 3000 Years, They Ignored Our Calls for Help | SSC Dominion of Jabiim

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Jabiim
Objective: Locate the derelict prison ship (bring-your-own)
Allies: SSC
Enemies: Lythians
Post: 9/25

Marcia had the trio's only Kadabra subscription, and hurriedly left the scene so that she could scale the fifteen decks standing between her and the other two to slice through the targeting computers of the heavy turbolaser turrets, knowing that the trench guns have been stripped off over time. On the other hand, Charzon and Jessica remained at ground level... well, not *quite* ground level where they walked all the way to the engine room, located aft of the conning tower. Really, what Jessica meant when she said 30 decks, it was really 15 up and 15 down. They have gotten past the prison blocks by now; the conning tower was home to the staff's living quarters. They carried thousands and thousands of crewmen; after all, guarding 100,000 prisoners required a considerable crew and facilities to match. Upon arriving at the entrance of the main engine room, Charzon looks around to see whether there has been *any* sign of the Lythians inside the derelict, while Jessica is busy setting up the slicing equipment to accomplish the very thing they were on Jabiim for: stealing schematics of heavy prison ships.

"Looks like the Lythians don't even stand guard over the ship anymore"

"Surprised? All they apparently do here is steal parts from this ship to maintain their mining equipment" Jessica told Charzon.

"We have one Kadabra subscription between the three of us. Unfortunately Marcia holds it. We will purchase a corporate package including licenses upon return for the reverse engineering team"

"Knowing the reverse engineering team, 50 licenses will suffice, two of which will be taken up by us"

"Just start slicing if you can"

For now, no Ringovinda StarYards employee even contemplated purchasing a Kadabra subscription, not even a reverse engineer. Kadabra is still a relatively new application; Marcia thus bought a one-year subscription on pre-order. Charzon is guarding the entrance of the door to the main engine room, which is simply nonexistent since the Lythians probably salvaged it for their own uses. The wreck is mostly deserted but it pays to be cautious.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(4)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAqIhxmnlok​

The chaos and noise of battle was followed by an eerie silence. A brief interval of calm before they were once again tossed into the meat grinder. The staccato of blaster fire ceased, the surviving loyalists had been gunned down without mercy. In many holovids, the lines between good and evil are clearly defined. History books also often convey that impression, for history is written by the victors. But the truth was, they tended to blur in reality. Civil wars pit father against son, sibling against sibling, neighbour against neighbour. Hatred festered and exploded in a paroxysm of violence.


Making the best of the brief moment of peace, the rebels descended upon the dead loyalists like carrion, scavenging them for ammo, grenades, medpacks and other essential supplies they would need. They would have to move fast, lest they be ambushed again. The likelihood of them being this lucky twice was very low.


As Naamah made her way across the streets along with the others to loot supplies, her eyes fell upon on one of the dead soldiers. The soldier in question was little more than a teenager. A young girl who should have been anywhere but on the battlefield. An armour-piercing slug had ended her life even before it began. Somewhere on this benighted planet, a familly had lost its child. She'd probably been forced into service.


What's the matter? Don't you remember that little Padawan we nabbed after Manaan? Boy, we had our fun with her. Shut up. Really, dear, you should remember the good...I said shut up! Ice wrapped around her heart. The encasement made her feel safe. If she was numb to everything around her, she did not risk being dragged down into a pit of regret. Best accept who and what she was. Cold on the inside, cold and soaking wet on the outside.


It was only then that she realised the Chiss Forcewielder was speaking to her. I am not brave. Just running away from my sins. "No. You do?" More of a statement than a question. She scrutinised the blue woman. The corrupting power of the Dark Side had left its mark upon her. Naamah was in no position to be judgemental, or feel repulsed. Although the Silver Jedi took their name from an ancient order that was sworn to combat the dark side in all forms, the Coalition was home to a number of darksiders. Many of them were members of the Fire Order, Firemane's Force-using arm. However, she did not get that vibe from the Chiss. She looked more...broken.


"I'm independent. Name's Enyala, what's yours? You fight well." Her voice lacked inflection, as if emotion had been drained from it. Hell had done a number on her social skills. It was already time to move again. Rain continued bombarding the streets, which by now were a quagmire of mud, filth, debris and blood.


[member="Alaki"]

 

[Junko Ike]

Handooine
Open Objective
[member="Sabetha Tag"]
8/25

Junko bowed her head and well they could go that way or any of the ways towards the meeting and likely be right. It wasn't a major thing but she wanted to teach her padawan how to feel and trust with the force. Get her confidence up so she felt comfortable using it otherwise it could be a dangerous and slightly boring time just on her own thinking she isn't able to do anything. Junko kept going forward but looked at her. "Are you certain." There was no second guessing in it but she wanted her padawan to be sure, even if she was wrong that it was what she believes is right and not something she was doing because it was what was expected of her. "We have all the time, trust your instincts and feelings witht the force." She was still walking the direction given while scanning the area.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Location: Jablim
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] #AlwaysRememberValae'sBrokenButt
9/25

Orihime got the message and she was ready while she was preparing to head out and go to rescue the slaves. One of the stun rods her mother had been working with her while she touched it holding the device and it was like a stun baton only used the force and you didn't need skin contact as much as the need to push your will into the rod so it would inflict a stunning level jolt to their nervous system to make them twitch a little. She was holdignit while wearing the robes and moving with a small look on her face to give a goodish impression when waiting for Joza and hopefully her other buddies to arrive. They were the awesome squad after all and needed to cement their reputation as such against slavers like these who endangered lives.

 

[Bubák]

Jabiim Mission 3


Taken back by the woman’s lack of allegiance to either Jedi or Sith, the Chiss blinked and put on a confused frown. How exactly did that work? Although much of the teen’s inner turmoil’s been caused by switching between two entirely different mantras, she could not quite imagine following no guidance at all. As such, the entire concept of an independent Force user appeared entirely alien to Alaki, who could not wrap her head around it, permanently stuck between Sith and Jedi ideologies.

There’d be time for more discussion concerning that matter on their way; for now, another bow, a thankful one, was sent Enyala’s direction. For the compliment concerning her abilities – though the fallen Padawan had to wonder if such a questionable quality like fighting could be taken as a compliment, given combat’s been advocated as the last option for a Jedi. Hard to walk the walk in life and death situations though, especially if one’s been desperately trying to follow in Darth Vader’s footsteps.

“Yes. A Padawan. My name is Krurmaa'lak'iliruc,” replied the fallen Jedi and bent her back once more, answering all questions in just a few words.

The storm had washed the blood off the roads, turning the uncovered ground into muddy sludge oozing beneath their shoes to further add to the miserable tone surrounding the civil war. It had a way of sucking hope out of people, filling their hearts with hate and sorrow. Only the Dark Side held celebrations to such terrible tragedies – rewarding those who followed its teachings with power. Even now, its seduction clawed after Alaki, whispering soft promises of power in her ear, anything to persuade Dark Jedi to bask in the darkness’ glory and drag her further down. As the commando paced on, the Chiss stayed for a moment, eyes shut closed, having a small taste to appease her addiction. It only left her with desire for more.

Sparing the freshly deceased one last glance, Alaki sighed, shook her head and followed the group. Mournful looks passed among the native rebels, a silent way to share their thoughts. Reduced by one without even having enough time to bury the man properly, the remaining five tried to push away the hopelessness that hung thick in the air. Somewhere not too far away, the artillery cannons released another salvo to shell upon the rebel positions across the city.

Their mission. Don't look back, focus on the way forward. More obstacles would undoubtedly come clashing with the strike team's advancement.

The thought of more bloodshed gave Alaki thrills and disturbed her young mind at the same time. There was no denying it; the Dark Jedi liked fighting, surviving nasty clashes that had claimed many lives. It made her feel better, stronger, proving her worth. To brush such silly thoughts aside, she adjusted her pace to the Mirialan's after catching up to her.

“Which code do you follow?” questioned the blue skinned Jedi, voice quiet enough to avoid disturbing the rest, audible enough for Enyala to hear, "Where did you learn to wield the Force?"


[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Jabiim’s gross surface
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4—Free da slaves
Allies: [member="Orihime Ike"]
Post 3/25

Ivan found a break in the clouds, carefully navigating the craft down towards the planet’s slick surface. He appeared calm and intensely focused, knuckles turning white as they gripped the controls. He worked well under pressure, a trait that Joza emulated and slowly began to cultivate in herself.

After landing safely, Joza unbuckled herself from her seat and Ivan reached beneath the console for his blaster, holstering the weapon to his side.

“Don’t.”

He turned, both brows rising at the woman’s firmer tone. Usually she was oddly childish and annoying around him, but this wasn’t the first time he’d seen her level out into something more serious.

“I need you here. If what I’ve heard is true, then we might need to make a quick getaway. Orihime and I will handle things in the mine.” Rising smoothly, the pink woman checked to ensure that her robes, weapons and tools were in place. In an afterthought, she threw a dark cloak over her in order to obscure the majority of her body. It would be best for a situation like this, she figured. “Wait for my signal.”

She didn’t bother to turn back and wait to see if Ivan agreed or not, departing down the ramp and onto the stormy world. Joza did manage to catch the pilot slumping into his chair, lighting a cigarra after a job well done. A smile tilted the corner of her lips, but she refocused quickly on her mission. Orihime was nearby, that much she could feel easily. Closing her eyes, Joza drew in a deep breath and allowed her lungs to swell with humid air. Extending her senses outward, the empath could touch upon feelings of exhaustion, despair and apathy in the distance. It seemed that they were in the right place.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Jabiim
Objective: Locate the derelict prison ship (bring-your-own)
Allies: SSC
Enemies: Lythians
Post: 10/25

"Boss, I've just entered developer mode inside the DBY-828s" Marcia said.

"DBY-828s? What are they? Do they share some similarities with other known models?"

"Just a triple-tubed DBY-827"

"You know what to do then - if the targeting computer still works"

Marcia, a good 15 decks above the other two ladies that made up the Design Triumvirate, used the only Kadabra subscription the Triumvirate held. She found that old-fashioned DBY-828 heavy turbolasers, essentially triple-tubed versions of the DBY-827, were used onboard the Tormentor's dorsal ridge. Now, if the Imperial corrections services sometimes used reconditioned Acclamators and Venators back in their day, at other times they used quad turbolasers not unlike those used on the Lucrehulk. Back in that day, few weapons manufacturers would go for triple-tube: you almost always had either 1 tube or 2 tubes elevated to some power (2, 4 or 8 tubes). Ringovinda StarYards mounted Bulkhunters in three triple turrets onboard the Traquia, and intends to mount triple-tubed turbolaser turrets and/or Bulkhunters onboard the ship that will emerge from this mission to Jabiim. As Jessica cracks the outdated codes used by the Imperial Corrections Service, the extraction of data began in earnest, and the propulsion systems were first to come out, as expected from doing it from the engine room.

"Boss, we found out that the Lythians reconditioned Clone Wars-era equipment everywhere: this ship has four Creveld-4s, two reactors as used on the Recusants"

"That one leads me to wonder how slow that ship was. They didn't expect convicts to fight fleet engagements for extraction; it could outrun the Darr Itah in its worst day but not much else" Charzon said.

"How far along the uploading process are we? At least the targeting computers work" Marcia asked over comm.

"Gleaned anything from the targeting computer that we do not already know?"

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(4)
[member="Alaki"]


It only now occured to Naamah/Enyala just how young the Chiss was. But innocence had been burnt out of her. Those eyes conveyed more than enough, even if you looked past the marks of the Dark Side. She was no stranger to suffering or warfare. More proof of how broken the Galaxy was.


The storm washed away the blood on the ground, turning it into a quagmire as the insurgents made their way across the mud-baked alleyways. It was like a massive maw that sucked in people. In the light of the fact that they were being thrown into the meat grinder, perhaps this was appropriate. They were just cogs in a soul-crushing machine that hungered for more sentient materiel to consume. The air was thick with hopelessness, despair and violence. Old Naamah would have found this an irresistible, intoxicating cocktail. New Naamah did not...but indifference encased her heart like beskar armour. Numbness was her usual state of being these days.


Where'd I learn how to wield the Force? Well, kid, I used to be one of the Atrisian Emperor's pet assassins. We had a simple credo: Obey or die. We were a twisted little family. Is it weird that I miss them? she thought without the slightest hint of irony. Naturally she didn't voice that.


"I had a good teacher. She wasn't Jedi or Sith," she said quietly. This was true. [member="Mirien Valdier"] would probably kill Naamah next time they met. Far as the Clawdite was concerned, the former Grand Inquisitor would be in the right. Was it awfully messed up that Naamah was in love with her? Probably.


"I have no code. Beyond 'don't kill or steal from the innocent, help the weak, don't think having the Force makes you better than anyone'." Her tone was less gruff than usual, but more hollow. Her eyes conveyed regret. The ground seemed to tremble when the loyalist artillery once again began hammering rebel positions. The squad was far away from the target zone, but it was a reminder of the urgency of their mission. "Let's go, kid. The mission calls."

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 'Handooine Diplomacy'
Location: Handooine
Allies Involved:
Post: 3/25

The restaurant they were taken to was clearly a popular one, what they could see of the tables suggested the place was full. They didn't go in the front though, their transport took them to the side of the building, to what turned out to be a private entrance. From that vantage point they were faced with a slice of meticulously-groomed lawn, then a lake of some sort, then what appeared to be a park on the far side. Despite the playground setting and fairly early hour, Audren couldn't see any children playing there. Couldn't see anyone present there actually, but it was too far away for him to sweep with the Force.

Inside, they took a hallway to a set of stairs and up to a private room. It was opulently luxurious, but the diplomats took it in stride. A normal day in the life, he supposed. The Lieutenant Governor was already present, flanked by a burly human male and a spindly-looking droid. She stood as the diplomats entered, they exchanged pleasantries, then sat. Nothing was said about the security teams, though they sized each other up with a glance before taking positions at opposite ends of the room. No food for them.

The agreement had been two guards each, and on the surface Trenkin had stuck to that deal. Audren wasn't nearly as idle as he appeared to be though, sweeping the place with Force senses. The room next to them, the only other private dining room in the place, was full of diners. Except they didn't feel like the relaxed and affable dinner party he would have expected, they were anxious and uptight. The floor below them was almost full, as they'd suspected from their outside glimpse. While most were the typical eater, one in every twenty was different. They felt off. How, he couldn't say, not without seeing them more closely. But off.

For that matter, Nirea wasn't normal either. That one he'd expected though. He could only describe her mind as slippery, moving from one thing to another fluidly. The Sephi didn't pry, some people were astute enough to notice that, but he could tell that she wouldn't be caught flat-footed. At the same time though, he got the impression of a locking file-safe. Everything she heard went in there and wouldn't be coming back out. All told, a dangerous woman to be tangling with in the realm of diplomacy, and they were on her turf.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

[member="Krass Wyms"]

Sorel bowed. “Not Master, Knight…but yes, I am Sorel Crieff. You must be the one I am here to meet. Are you by yourself or is your Master with you?” Sorel looked around to see if there was anyone else coming before returning her gaze to the Padawan.

“Something tells me you have some toys with you. I’m sure those gloves and helmet aren’t standard issue. Something new from the Coalition or are they still prototypes?”

 

[Krass Wyms]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]
10/25

She looked at her with a nod somewhat. "Kind of new, the helmet is regular from the heavier armors that were made and the gloves are some of the new ones that we are testing. To go with the consulars healing and sentinels tech gloves these will be for guardians and provide some strength enhancement as well as vambraces for lightshield protection." She was looking over many of the other things on the tech divisions side... like belts and armbands that they could have for it or just simple things to improve sabers and ships for the jedi. "The tech division have been making more things for all of the other jedi. Some new ideas for rank and class specific robes to better improve everyone's skills." She didn't have an official master just drifted around and worked with whoever.. though maybe that would be changing when she moved to join and meet up with Sorel looking over many of the things.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Jabiim
Objective: Locate the derelict prison ship (bring-your-own)
Allies: SSC
Enemies: Lythians
Post: 11/25

Charzon wondered how they could keep the computer networks active, and why, even though she knew that a ship's computer infrastructure consumed but a small amount of energy compared to the rest of what accounted for most of the power consumption: propulsion, shields, weapons. Life support and computers were capable of being kept on even when the main reactors fail, and so goes with lighting and most of the other systems. From what she knew of the computer and communication systems, emergency power sources could easily power the whole ship's worth of these items. They consumed about a few dozen megawatts but even a reactor capable of powering a 175 KTU sublight engine such as used in the TIE Reaver could power a Star Destroyer's worth of computing equipment. While Marcia and Jessica remain around to slice through the computers for the schematics of the place, the Lythians don't even notice that there is something amiss going on in the starboard main battery and the main engine room.

"Even though the main reactors aren't active, we've found a backup reactor active around here. It would appear the Lythians keep a turbolift or two active, namely the bridge turbolifts. Once you're done, just take the main turbolift down to the engine room"

"Roger, boss, will do. I'm just as puzzled as you are"

"Thus far we have two copies. One with Marcia, one with me. But the Kadabra subscription is with Marcia, which slows down my progress in identifying just what they used onboard" Jessica said.

"Are we done yet? Perhaps going up the bridge should shed some light into why the Lythians tend to stay around here"

"Almost there..." Marcia said.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Location: Jablim
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] #AlwaysRememberValae'sBrokenButt
11/38

She coudl ee and feel above her a ship approaching while the jedi knight stood there ready for anything with her attention on some of the things in the jungle. The rain was coming down and she was glad the robes were waterproof and designed to resist the elements while she provided herself with a little more to do. She was looking to go and reach Joza while running lightly in the mud keeping herself secured before she spoke with a nod. "Joza, I am here somewhere in the rain. Waiting for you is making me all wet, hurry up so we can go save some lives." She said it with a nod of her head and didn't realize what she had said that got a couple looks from the rangers but her and Joza had work to do saving lives.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Handooine
Open Objective/Handooine Diplomacy
Junko Ike [member="Audren Sykes"]
5/25

It took a moment for her Master's words to cut in. Sabetha shook her head, blinking owlishly for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure where her attention had gone, but it seemed that, for moments or hours, she hadn't been walking with Junko at all.

Strange.

Surely only moments? The older woman's words cut through the haze and she frowned slightly.

"No, it's not right," she said firmly, but then confusion moved across the young face. She looked up at Junko.

"That's where it's going to be." The frown deepened, not understanding fully what was happening, what she'd been sensing. "I was sensing what will be. Not what is. How did that happen?"

And why had she gone there at all, instead of focusing on now? She shivered a little, wrapping her arms around herself. It scared her a little. But not enough to stop her.

This time, she did close her eyes and kept them closed. Chewing on her lower lip in concentration, she turned slowly, not caring that they were standing in the middle of the street. Yes, there it was again. That feeling of a spider, triumphant and sated. But she realized now that it wavered around the edges, an insecure glow to the image. It was the strongest thing she could feel, which was why it had dominated.

But it hadn't happened yet. Might still not happen.

Beneath it, layered subtly, was something different. A singing tension, a waiting for the moment. What moment? What was waiting? Who? It was much closer.

She opened her eyes, facing in the direction of the feeling and frowned.

"A restaurant?"

 

[Junko Ike]

Handooine
Open Objective
[member="Sabetha Tag"]
12/38

Junko watched the girl with curiosity now, maintaining her composure when her padawan seemed stranged out by what she had managed to do. It gave a few looks over it all before speaking. "With the force you can see many things, the past, the future, people who have passed or even things that are yet to be. You have to be careful with what you are seeing as those who can see vision might become obsessed with trying to prevent them." Junko continued to walk with her and it was providing a small idea of what to do or where they could go. Though on a world like this a restaurant was a strange place aside from the small settlement and staging area places. There might be something they missed and could look over while she walked with her. "Lead the way, this sounds like it could lead us into some interesting sort of adventure."

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Jabiim’s gross surface
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4—Free da slaves
Allies: [member="Orihime Ike"]
Post 4/25

Despite the oppressive weather, Joza and Orihime found themselves rather quickly in the rain. As she laid eyes on the other young woman, Joza’s brows would arch.

“Usually when women tell me that they’re wet and waiting for me, they’re in a certain state of undress…ah, we can discuss that later.” A lopsided grin spread across her face, and she laughed lightly.

“Congratulations on your promotion, Jedi Knight Ike. Now let’s put those skills to the test.” Half-turning to the side, she gestured off into the distance where the entrance of the mine was, closer than they had imagined. It was wrapped in rain and fog though, but would not be hard to sense. “We need to be as stealthy for as long as we can…don’t want them turning slaves into hostages.” She started to move in the direction of the above ground entrance, using her senses to guide her. “Between the two of us though and the rangers you’ve brought along, I think we can get the job done.”

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Jabiim
Objective: Locate the derelict prison ship (bring-your-own)
Allies: SSC
Enemies: Lythians
Post: 12/25

"Upload complete, we have the data we came here for"

"The Tormentor had more weapons than a Venator: it seemed that there were security checkpoints leading to the bridge, the outermost rows on decks where weapons were to be found, and critical systems"

"It made sense knowing that the Tormentor was a prison ship: after all we do not want prisoners to run amok and endanger the on-board security during their flight" Charzon said.

"These checkpoints are long abandoned"

"Now, everyone, to the bridge!"

In the end, both Marcia and Jessica had to revert back from developer mode so as to not arouse the suspicions of the Lythians or whoever else occupied the ship. The bridge was their next stop where they would learn what they could about the ship What's of interest to the Design Triumvirate, is not so much the layout of the bridge but the history of the ship: why it came to crash on Jabiim, where it was headed, and what the Lythians did with it, knowing that the prisoners' fate is none of their concern by now. And, laden with raincoats and weapons, the Triumvirate go up the bridge turbolift, where they find themselves inside the same cage, with the doors kept open until Marcia could enter the turbolift cage. Said cage was the same cage used on Acclamators and, when empty, could be held up by an adult panokseon as shown back on Keres I. Charzon and Jessica feel relieved to see Marcia alive again.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Location: Jablim
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] #AlwaysRememberValae'sBrokenButt
13/38

Orihime was looking at her and there was a small look of curiosity on her face while she was wondering what was being had while she went over many more of the things they had to do. Orihime looked at her with a raised eyebrow though before she spoke. "That sounds like it has a story or two behind it." Maybe later after they saved people and were awesome when she was moving holding her saber hilt like a baton with a moment. She was moving over prepared for any of the things she could do with a small grin on her face ready to defend and go to protect the others they had. "Alright lets go and save them, I have some training from my mother in stealth." She was wearing the jet robes and was prepared for the task of infiltrating the mines with joza.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Jabiim’s gross surface
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4—Free da slaves
Allies: [member="Orihime Ike"]
Post 5/25

Joza grinned at the response. “Seven or eight, actually. And that’s only when I was sober.”

Can take the Zeltron out of Zeltros…

Ahem. Right. Mission time!

“Good, good.” She nodded as they went along, careful in her movements seeing as how their vision was reduced severely by the weather. When they reached the entrance of the mine, no lights or signs greeted them—and so they disappeared, cautiously into the darkness cast by the mouth of the cave. Both Orihime and Joza would be able to feel the presence of life somewhere underground, and that it was likely that this inconspicuous mine was the place where they needed to be.

The further underground they went, the more humid it became. Joza cursed herself for not bringing a helmet or some type of rebreather, but she had nothing slender enough that wouldn’t hinder stealth. There pair left a glow rod behind every now and then to mark their path, which would be especially useful it the event that they needed to make a quick getaway. As they crept carefully through the underground tunnels, a sudden growl vibrated through the underground.

Rounding a corner, the rescue team would come nearly face to face with a Massiff—a decent sized reptilian creature commonly used in the same manner as a guard dog. It had a collar around its neck and a chain that was attached to a grate on the ground—though it certainly had enough length to be able to reach the invaders.

The Massiff sniffed the air and breathed heavily. The air around the creature was even more humid if possible, and it didn't hesitate to let out a low warning growl, claws raking the ground in preparation for attack.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Location: Jablim
Objective: Jabiim Mission 4 Free the Slaves, Save the Cheerleader
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] #AlwaysRememberValae'sBrokenButt
14/38

Orihime was looking at Joza and had a small look on her face while she thought about it, attention tot he smaller details as she was letting the force energies sit wihtin her and leak outwards before rebounding in the mesh and strengthening herself while she pushed the force to protect herself and Joza. If worst came to worst they could try combining their pheromones into tag team strike. The decent into the mines themselves though had her going over what information she had about them in her head and it wasn't much compared to some of the others she used to work with and handle. Wanting to put up with a few more things while she was gripping her saber ready to strike and protect herself in the mines. She wanted to work on some fo her skills for stealth while she was reaching out with the force energies to conceal herself and try to let the other jedi with her go out of the way. "What is that." She asked it while looking at the things with another one before she rolled with some attention to move and divide them up for the attacks that could happen with Joza there.