Dominion For a Safe and Secure Society | EE Dominion of G'rho

[Adelle Bastiel]

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"I was not about to ask that of you. But if you think you are capable of creating a memnii for this purpose..."
The jungle planet again. Leigh could not say she understood what that place--the site of an accidental crash shortly before the Empress' wedding--held such sway over her humans' waking thoughts. But then, she had never understood the ways of the Force as a human would, even with her creator's memories of it. That was why she had to take it on faith that this data was so important to keep from the Empire...and why she would have to take it on faith that that unnamed world was the safest place for Adelle Bastiel to go.

The decryption was finished--A few short keystrokes were all it took to copy it over. The data rolled out of the back end of the terminal, printed onto flimsies that Leigh collected in a small stack. She folded them once, twice, then returned to the console to wipe the timestamp of the print job. If anyone checked this dead zone after they left it, there would be no trace of either the connection to the base at G'rho, or data that had been transferred. Now all that was left was to hand the information over.

"Then it is the logical option," she continued, proffering the packet. Had her hand been an organic one, it would be shaking--as it were, the movement was as smooth and calm as ever. "Here. The only full copy of the data from the base is in this packet. Do what you must, then have Na'an escort you down to the fighter bay to commandeer something you can pilot--discreetly. Once you leave this room, I will return to the terminal and make some adjustments. As far as the Empire will be concerned, you will be nothing more than a casualty of the attack on G'rho."

A momentary pause. "You are not permitted to actually become such. Understood?"

Adelle Bastiel | Vidalu Na'an | Centiro ​

Farewell

Adelle took the packet with a wry twist to her smile. "Come on, Leigh. I'm a Jedi. What could go wrong?"

Her voice trembled despite the forced humor. For the first time in a long while, she wished Leigh would use her holographic face. While she'd do her best to follow those last instructions, there were no guarantees for any of them. The near-transparent flimsiplast felt light between her fingers as she started thumbing through the data, committing it to memory. As for the memnii, this was already painful emotionally. She would have to say goodbye to her closest friends when she was done. Leave them at the mercy of a cruel empire. And she would be lightyears from them if something happened. She could let that be the tone of this memnii. But memnii could also be positive, right? She could do something to make this a little better. Adelle forced herself to breathe normally. Yes, this could be at least a bittersweet goodbye.

At least, if she could steel herself to do it.

The last word memorized, she folded the packet back up. Somewhere along the way, she'd have to dissolve it in water to erase the final hard copy of the data. Adelle rubbed her fingers against her palm and took a deep breath.

"Na'an?" she asked softly. Adelle took one of Na'an's calloused hands in hers and pulled her friend into an embrace, leaning down to gently press her lips against Na'an's. It felt wonderful and painful and bitter all at the same time. Grief tempered its warmth. She pulled away after a moment, leaning her forehead against Na'an's.

"This isn't how I wanted to do this," she said softly, voice trembling and cracking with emotion. "But I thought you should know. I love you. . . . I'll see you again."

Without waiting for Na'an's reaction, Adelle turned away, facing Leigh again. "Don't die. Please."

The red IFF dots on the screens were closer than ever and beginning to swarm. Adelle turned on her heel and made her way deeper into the ship, gripping the flimsiplast tightly. The memnii had been created but she'd been wrong about it being bittersweet. It felt like her heart getting ripped in half and leaving half of herself behind.



Vidalu Na'an | LE-03 (Leigh)

 

[Frontier Tenacity]

Attn: Adelle Bastiel || LE-03 (Leigh) || Vidalu Na'an || Centiro
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Amongst all the system logs, maintenance reports and all the other useless data embedded in those databanks, which was vital to the day-to-day operations of the Star Destroyer, but irrelevant, there was also something else. Mission logs, describing a search for a holocron of one Darth Traya. The expedition had spent several months in Ssi-Ruuvi space, where it apparently tracked the remaining traces of an ancient sect of Traya's followers, long since dead and faded into dust.

At least as far as the information in the databanks indicated, the Imperials had not yet found the definitive location of that holocron, but the expedition had unearthed several tantalizing clues which narrowed down the search. The reason why the Empire spent so many resources on this search for the holocron of a fairly obscure ancient Sith Lord, was not mentioned and remained unknown.

However, there was something else in the databanks as well, a recording, a back-up of a message to the Warden in command of the expedition, from none other than the Emperor himself. The raw, digital file held traces which indicated it was meant to have been encoded into yet another layer of even more complex and alien encryption, however luckily for the rebels, for some reason the Star Destroyer comms system suffered a malfunction at the exact time the message was last accessed and failed to re-encrypt it, leaving it accessible to the prying eyes of dataminers.

/:file_retrieval_start /:ERROR: "missing_header" /:ERROR: "failed_to_encrypt" #DATA UNREADABLE# #DATA UNREADABLE# /:system_failure="unable_to_fetch_key" /:initiate_protocol="alpha_309_nyx" /:ERROR: "failed_to_initialize" /:ERROR: "file_self_destruct_failed" #DATA UNREADABLE# /:bypassing /:file_start

===========================================================================================​ Greetings, old friend. I know I am sending you into dangerous, uncharted territory, with very little resources and no intelligence at what you might encounter, there. I am sorry for putting you in this position, but time is of the essence. Things are... moving faster than anticipated and based on the data we have, with the shape this part of the galaxy is in and given the events which have scarred it over the past few years, I believe the Enemy will strike us soon, here, in the Unknown Regions. Whatever shape this attack will take, it will be something we haven't anticipated, perhaps a plague, or something affecting populations on a large scale, something that can spread fast and exponentially. Now, more than ever, it is imperative than we find that holocron. We need to know what Traya knew, before it is too late. We have been preparing for this, for a long time, but time is running out. This is it. The first blow in the war will be struck soon and we must be ready for it. We need that holocron, it is our only chance and I do not need to remind you what is at stake if we fail ttttttttttttttttttttttt@&@%!((#^!+(&!"(@&#%@}(@*! #DATA_UNREADABLE# #DATA_UNREADABLE# #DATA_UNREADABLE# @%!%!&&&!^%!!whwhwhwhat resources we have available. We are Wardens of the Shroud. The first and last line of defense against the ennnnnnnnnnnnnn&#^!)^}::"""@&tttttthings. We must not fail, no matter the cost. ===========================================================================================​

The message was incomplete and heavily corrupted, likely due to damage sustained during the Star Destroyer's destruction, but the implications were profound. The Empire was not just going around annexing and oppressing worlds merely for the sake of satiating its own lust for power. It was preparing for something, something that frightened them. Had been preparing for a long time.

Perhaps worse than this mention of some mysterious enemy, was the mention of an impending plague. Such a plague had occurred, on Bursoll II. The frightening thing was that this message predated it by months. Which seemed to indicate that the Empire knew the plague was coming. And the message insisted that this was merely the beginning.

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

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It happened so fast. Na'an wasn't even allowed a moment to react as Adelle took over the conversation, she and Leigh planning out their trajectory and plan without so much as a word of input from her. She'd had even less time as the last thing she'd ever expected happened. She could only just register the pressure of her hand being held, the feel of lips ghosting across hers, the sound of whispered words at her ear, before Doc turned tail and disappeared out of the door without her. When she was gone, all that was left was the accelerating beep of the IFF, the tak-tak-tak of Leigh's fingers on console keys. and the sudden jangling confusion of her own thoughts.

...What?

No. No, there was no time to think about that.

But wait, what--

NO. She couldn't be stupid and fixate on that of all things, not when there was a job to do.

But when--why would she--how--

Why and how were questions for someone far smarter than she was. Right now, the important thing was that Adelle got off the ship safe. If she died with that data before making it to the green planet, the entire galaxy would likely feel the loss.

Na'an and Leigh had to focus on protecting Doc as much as they could until then.

Okay. Yes. Protecting Doc. That's important. That's something I can do.

She shook her head abruptly, smacking her face as if to startle herself awake. "Okay," she said, her voice only a little unsteady. "Okay, she just left for the docking bay without me. Who's between here and there? What can I do?"

Adelle Bastiel | LE-03 (Leigh)​

 

[Layla Solari]

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Objective: Hunt
Wearing: Click
Equipment: Backpack, armor and weapons
Tags: Solomon Kaid | Cero Pax | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | R Reyn Australis


He began to move quickly. Good. She trailed him, his much larger, and taller body made a perfect blaster shield. She moved like a dancer, her lithe form easily able to keep pace, and dodge at just the right moments. As the prey shouted, and blasted at her and her new found toy, she grew angry. Her mind lashed out with concentrated telepathic bursts at each person who opened fire on them from above. However, the man’s ability to act like a shield, and the damage he could take was impressive!

It was a game, how to stay in his shadow, to anticipate what he would do, and copy it. The girl was good at games. He got shot a couple times, it happened. She would help once they got inside. Maybe. Frankly, she was aware he didn’t know she was there yet. Or really good at pretending. Either way.

As the two came out with carbines, she prepared her own defenses, but he dispatched them efficiently. She was impressed. Now, she was AWARE he was keeping them alive by this point. So, as they moved inside, she didn’t eat the downed people.

Upon stepping into the base, her initial goal had been realized. Her games were no longer needed, she had a hunger that needed to be filled, and a debt to repay. Layla’s hands went to her dress. Her palms brushed off any dirt and sticks that had gotten caught on the hem, and she sighed loudly. “Well! That was fun! Thank you so much for showing me the way inside! I appreciate it. So, not sure what you are doing with them, Hunter, but I’ll leave most everyone alive for you. Promise. But, I need to eat now, so….” She moved into his view. The girl was small, dark haired, dark eyed, and with incredibly pale skin. She flashed him a beautiful smile and a wink. Then in front of Solomon the choker around her neck moved.

The black goop covered her form. Millions of cilia entered her pores, and into her body. Several longer strands pierced various parts, and rested in her veins, others pressed against nerve clusters. The pain was nearly unbearable, like always. Soon she looked like she was covered in this thick black latex like suit. However, in the same moment, the nanec in her backpack flooded out and coated the suit. Four long limbs formed, dozens of long tendrils, powerful legs, a larger head. In an instant the small girl changed in his sight to that of a monster. A large telepathic burst echoed around her, aimed at any rebels who thought that moment was a good chance to attack. Long tendrils reached up, caught on the ceiling of the base and pulled her up against the ceiling, her feet dangled down towards the ground. In her hands two swords appeared from the gunk that made up the suit that covered her form.

The swords pulsed with what appeared to be a heartbeat. Two large eyes glanced around the room. A clicking sound was heard from her, as she used echolocation to begin to map the hallways as best as possible. It would now be up to Solomon how he responded to what just happened. She was curious herself.

"Let me eat two." Her voice was a telepathic shadow of what it once was, distorted and corrupted. "And the rest are yours to do with as you wish. I can take prisoners alive as well. I can also heal your injury, and repair your armor, if you so desire. But that will be a third."

 

[Cero Pax]

Let it never be said that in desperate times, the rebels weren't competent. He'd seen greater forces buckle at the sight of an attack half the strength of what the Imperials brought here. They weren't cowards in the face of destruction. He could respect that. That said, they did need to work on their combat skills. He aimed from his position in cover, even as blaster bolts streaked past his head and pelted the metal barrier he crouched behind, and fired his rifle, his shots aided by his helmet's targeting HUD. He was going for non-lethal shots, shooting shoulders, legs, and areas in the torso where he knew they'd at least survive till he turned them in. A stray bolt collided with his helmet, causing him to flinch as it was deflected off the beskar surface, and Cero quickly shifted his aim to kill the sniper who'd taken it. Alright, mostly non-lethal.

As much fun as taking pot-shots were, he needed to get more active if he was going to really have any effect. He activated his jet-pack, and launched upwards from his cover, delivering down a hail of blaster rifle fire as he streaked over the rebels currently focused. He hit what looked like a fuel-cell, and the area erupted into a small fireball. Damn. That was four marks gone. He landed on what looked like a transmitting tower, and scanned his surroundings. His targeting system shifted and tracked dozens of rebels as they moved across the base, though he noticed several heading towards a particular area.... the hanger bay. Perfect.

What better way to corral a fleeing group than to take out their transports? He activated his jet-pack again, and streaked across the sky towards the hanger, entering through the front, finding cover, and firing on guards and fighters in attempts to disable them.

ATTN: R Reyn Australis Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Vidalu Na'an Solomon Kaid Adelle Bastiel Layla Solari

 

[Centiro]

The weather transmitter had done what needed to be done—it was crude, hasty, and ugly. In hindsight, Centiro wished he would have brought one of the Empire’s dedicated slicers with him, but in the end, that would have been more trouble than what it was worth. Fimrati sent a quick confirmation that the upload was completed. Centiro had not idea what was in that stream or how much could be accurately decrypted, but that was an issue for later. Now, he simply had to make it out with his head still attached—odds were good he would be seen as the enemy by both sides. Centiro quickly cleaned up his digital trail that he left in accessing the system and quickly downloaded the current Order of Battle being conducted by the Eternal Empire: the base was currently being gassed. His suit was sealed, so he switched on his internal air supply. Switching off the light, Centiro opened the door and came out into a darkened hallway. His lowlight vision instantly turned on due to the sensors on the suit that detected low visibility.

Power is on. Lights are off. That means…

His thought didn’t even finish as he turned to his left and made out a human man and woman with an open bag setting some nasty traps for the soldiers that were hot on his tail to enter the base. Centiro was already fairly deep within its confines and this pair did not realize he was in one of the spaces they passed.

It was a moment of utter surprise for the three of them. It was like there were moments of time that ticked away as the three tried to figure out exactly who the other was.

Instincts took over and with lighting speed, Centiro was drawing his blaster pistol…

Will Westender
Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: Evacuate

Lori couldn't pick up on Will Westender 's mixed feelings about the traps that she was setting. She was too focused. If her traps failed to trigger, it could mean death or capture of the Rebels. All of their members weren't in this base, thankfully, but a loss of all of the ones that were here would cause a serious blow.

There wasn't enough here to sustain any kind of seige, and from what she remembered from the blueprints, there wasn't escape tunnels built in either. It wasn't meant to last.

The sudden appearance of Centiro caught her by surprise. She stared at him for what felt like ten minutes, going over his suit and whether or not she could tell which side he was on. Just as she was about to speak, he raised his pistol. Lori had her hand in her pack and quickly threw what was in her hand at Centiro. It was a bag of feathers. Should he open fire at it, the bag would pop, sending out large plumes of harmless feathers. It was all for a distraction of course. Grabbing her pack, she quickly broke off in a run down the corridor to the stairwells. "Come on Will!! Time to go!!"

There was no more time to rig more traps. Now was the time to evacuate.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Attire: Uniform | Sword
Attn: Vyra Silara || OPEN Interacting With: R Reyn Australis​

The starfighter formations slammed into eachother like swarms of angry bees, squadrons breaking formations to engage in dogfights, or firing missiles at eachother in a display of carefully coordinated chaos as the two Imperial corvettes opened fire on the enemy carriers with their long range cruise missiles, launching one for each of the enemy ships. Remaining in formation with the frigate which protected them, the corvettes maintained their distance from the rebel vessels, their armament gave them the range advantage and their commanding officers knew this.

Meanwhile, the stealth interceptors took a wide detour, remaining at a distance and relying on telemetry from the corvettes for navigation, but as they swerved and dove in for the kill, it was only a matter of time before the sensors on the rebel carriers would pick them up and the Imperials were unfamiliar with the capabilities of his class of corvette carriers the rebels were using. They would have to rely on their maneuverability if the rebels opened fire on them with AA or recalled one of their starfighter squadrons.

Back on the bridge of the Invictus, the Eternal Emperor studied the battle on the holographic display, watching, waiting for clues regarding what the rebels were planning. Where was the rebel fleet? This couldn't possibly be the only naval security the rebels had for this base, could it?

The projection lit up with several more ships as they emerged from hyperspace. Ah. There they were. The Emperor counted at least seven capital ships, plus almost twice as many cruisers and frigates. He had been right, the rebels intended to ambush and flank his fleet. "Activate the gravity well mines and signal the other ships to jump in and engage," he ordered.

The gravwell mines were not powerful enough to cast a sufficiently large mass shadow to prevent the rebels from escaping, however they were sufficient for what he had planned to use them for.

Immediately, the two other task forces he had split off from his fleet, reverted in from hyperspace, pulled out by the mines even as the Invictus shuddered under the impact of heavy weapons. But even as this rebel fleet had fallen into his trap, Tacitus knew he could not prevent many of the rebels from escaping. They were too damned fast and much better organized than he had anticipated. He would not underestimate them again.

Spoiler: Order of Battle

Ships deployed against Reyn Australis:

• 1x Ardan II-class strike frigate
• 2x Retribution-class heavy missile corvettes
• 5x I-3A Lance Fighter squadrons
• 1x T-77 'Talon' Stealth Interceptor squadron

 

[Will Westender]

Interacting With: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Centiro Attn: Rhea Kintre || Karma Jayne || OPEN​

Will felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, something, some kind of instinct warning him of danger. No, not an instinct. The Force. He felt a disturbance in the Force.

The Empire was here.

Acting on instinct, he flicked the toggle on his blaster pistol, switching it to stun just as the suited figure appeared, pointing a weapon at them. "Oh, sh-" he was about to say when the girl, Loreena, threw something at the Imperial, a bag of some kind, yelling at Will to follow her. Well, she didn't need to tell him twice.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Will knew his instructors back at the Stronghold would be impressed at how well he pulled off the act of a smuggler doing what smugglers did when confronted by the authorities: he turned tail and ran, firing blindly behind him as he dashed after Loreena. A distant echo filled the corridor and the base shuddered with an explosion. Breaching charges, or a tank, more likely. That meant the soldiers had arrived and would soon be pouring into the base.

"Uhh, I hope you know your way around this place, 'cause that explosion sounded like bad news!" he shouted at Loreena as he ran. It would take some time for the soldiers to finish off the defenses on the outer wall, but soon, the base would be crawling with Ultranauts.

 

[Solomon Kaid]

Gear: KC-77N Blaster Pistol | S5A Service Rifle | KC-M74S Designated Marksman Rifle | Sk-AR Armor
Attn: Cero Pax || Layla Solari || OPEN​

“Well! That was fun! Thank you so much for showing me the way inside! I appreciate it. So, not sure what you are doing with them, Hunter, but I’ll leave most everyone alive for you. Promise. But, I need to eat now, so….”

Solomon whirled about like he had been struck by lightning, rifle already raised to deal with... A little girl? Why was there a little girl behind him, he wondered, lowering his rifle and breathing a sigh of relief. But then, something moved and she... transformed. Beneath the metallic helmet that covered his head, the bounty hunter was relieved nobody could see the look of abject horror on his face.

So, not a little girl, then. Some kind of Sithspawn, maybe? Definitely Imperial, only they had the tech and the know-how to pull off something like this, that would explain why she sneaked up on him so easily.

Let me eat two, her voice sounded in his head, but it was changed, somehow, terrifying. And the rest are yours to do with as you wish. I can take prisoners alive as well. I can also heal your injury, and repair your armor, if you so desire. But that will be a third.

Well, he was not about to argue with the Sithspawn. In his experience, bounty hunters who argued with Sithspawn, had a tendency to become dead bounty hunters and he was not about to become this creature's next meal. "Yeah, uhh... You can have the ones by the door," he said, hesitantly. Damn. His supposedly easy job suddenly became a hell of a lot more complicated.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: Reign of Iron
Location: G’rho
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator
Tag: Wulf Orlock | Open

She still received no response from the marshal who was on the surface of the planet. There was no problem, said the radar data, which is why the man would not have received her message. There was no storm and the transmission was not blocked or jammed. Something was wrong, but she didn’t want to send back any message to the flagship. One intuition was not enough for that, then in a few minutes, if she is already physically there and there’s really something wrong, she will send a message.

The coordinates were reached after a few minutes, only she put down the fighter, signalling to the others to stay nearby in case they were needed. Her first thing was to look around and try to find the man through the Force. As she found it she set off for where the man was, as soon as it arrived, she stopped a few steps away from him, and Ingrid addressed him afterwards,

<”You didn't answer my call Fieldmarshall! Would you tell me the reason why not? And then please let me know about the situation here. “> she told the man.

In a small military outcrop, her hands clasped behind her back, she waited rigidly, for the Fieldmarshall’s to answer her question. Fortunately there was not the slightest trace of what happened on the ship, for she was once again perfectly able to control her actions and emotions.

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[Centiro]

Despite the gas mask, Centiro instantly recognized the woman—she was the face of the Eclipse Rebels, allegedly its overall leader. A valuable target…but there were other considerations that Unit 404 was investigating…was she its real leader or merely the face? What about the entity that was handling the encryption he encountered earlier? Even if he could kill her right now, it would just bring more questions that needed to be answered.

She was quick—she tossed a bag of something unknown with lightning speed. On instinct, Centiro shifted his aim and his magnetic accelerator coughed silently, hitting the bag in the center, just as it was about to hit the operative. He knew that if it were some sort of volatile explosive, he was in big trouble. But the bag burst and white feathers exploded in front of him. Feathers covered him from head to toe, finding little crevasses all over his bodysuit to settle into. It was almost comical to see the operative covered head to toe in bright, white feathers. Fortunately, none of the feathers stuck to his helmet viewports. She yelled for them to leave.

Will…a name for another time.

Ironically, when he heard the breaching charge, Centiro was just as worried as the pair of rebels in front of him—the Eternal Empire army was closing in and he couldn’t be caught among the rebels either—odds are he would be shot on sight simply because no one but the Emperor and another Unit 404 member knew Centiro was here. As such, Centiro was on his own…

“Will” began firing shots blindly behind him, so Centiro stayed in cover as they sprinted down the hallway. It could have been a simple matter to line up a few well-placed shots aimed at their backs as they fled down the hallway from point blank range, but Centiro’s job was not to kill or capture rebels—even its alleged leader. His mission was accomplished, so his sole concern was getting out alive—which meant he was going to follow the rebels. If anyone knew how to get out of there, they would. He squeezed off a couple of lazy shots in the fleeing rebels’ direction and took up pursuit..covered in feathers.

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Will Westender

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: Evacuate

"I know! I know!" Lori's legs pumped hard, driving her down the corridor and being ultra careful in picking her route. At least she knew how to figure out new plans of action on the fly. The base shuddered as it was rocked by more shells, groaning under the pressure. She could hear Will Westender behind her, followed by random shots from who could only be Centiro , or 'Feathers' as he'll forever be known as by her. Instead of moving to the stairwell and setting the rest of her traps, she had to high tail it out of there.

Bringing out her commlink while she ran, she quickly picked up on R Reyn Australis ' channel as he warned her. ~I know! We're coming! Keep the way out clear!~ Lori then flicked the switch to reach Jaster's Sparrow. ~Arla, get ready! We're minutes away! Time to get out of here!~

~Captain the Empire's readying a blockade! Our window is closing! Hurry!~

Lori grumbled and pushed through a door with her shoulder, knowing it to be a shortcut. Yet the door didn't give way like it should. Instead she heard a painful crack as her shoulder dislocated and she bounced off of it. Lori's jaw dropped open as she regained her footing. Did she get the route wrong? Or was the door simply blocked?

It wasn't like she had time to investigate. Favouring her shoulder, Lori's ran as well as she could, though her mind was racing. "We're almost there! Just around these two bends."

 

[Will Westender]

Interacting With: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun || Centiro Attn: Rhea Kintre || Karma Jayne || OPEN​

If it weren't a life-or-death situation, the whole thing might have been comical. Loreena, all happy-go-lucky tossed a bag of feathers at the Imperial operative and well... Now they had a pissed off Imperial agent chasing after them. An elite agent, too, or one of those Contractors, judging by that non-standard gear he wore. All covered in feathers.

It was odd, though. Will knew Imperial marksmanship. At this distance, in such a narrow corridor, that agent could have blasted them to pieces by now if he really meant to. Which meant he intended to capture them alive. Well, that would complicate his mission, so Will couldn't let that happen. But he wouldn't just kill the Imperial, either, the man was just doing his duty, same as he was. Not that he could have, even if he tried, but the spy had no idea what he was really dealing with, here.

Instead, he just ran on, firing back a few shots, taking care as much as possible to not give away the fact that he was missing intentionally. At least Loreena seemed to know where they were going... until she slammed into a door. Damn it.

With an annoyed grunt, Will discarded his blaster and drew his lightsaber, bathing the corridor in a pale blue light as he ignited it, the snap-hiss sound echoing eerily around them. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sliced open a pipe along the wall, causing steam to burst out and hopefully block the agent's line of sight. "Are you sure you know where we're going?" he shouted at Loreena.

Further behind them, behind the agent in the non-standard gear, heavy boots thudded on the floor. Then there was a beeping sound as one of the traps was triggered. Oh no, Will thought, a sinking feeling in his stomach. No, no, no.

There was a loud roar, like the angry shout of a Tyrant dragon and a gust of hot air. And then, the screams began.

 

[Centiro]

Plucking a feather from one of his eye lenses, Centiro continued to follow the pair. A few lazy shots from the male were not lined up well either. Those shots seemed awfully intentional on missing their mark. While it was a stretch for his shots to miss in that narrow corridor, it worked both ways. Granted, his shots were much more difficult, based on how far he was staying back to ensure he did not catch up to them completely—that would force them to turn and fight, which is exactly what Centiro did not want. He was trying to escape, just like them…

Feeling a small surge in the Force, the male lit up a lightsaber as he rounded the corner. Deftly, Centiro reached up and pressed his holocam feature on his mask, snapping a few images of this “Will” and Loreena. The man cut into one of the nearby steam pipes to prevent visibility.

Will is a force-user, casually familiar with Loreena…

His analytical mind was trying to put the pieces together as he flipped through his vision spectrums, relying on low light in the end. What Centiro realized he stumbled onto was her setting traps for the invading soldiers. The results of those traps could be heard behind him as the Eternal Empire soldiers ran into those traps. A twinge of anger simmered within Centiro at pair in front of him and a pang of guilt as he did not warn the soldiers, but Centiro knew that he would have just been shot by them if he came across them.

The operative continued following them, staying just far enough behind them to follow, but not lose them in the maze of tunnels. He knew, based on the crude layout of the place that they were very close to one of the hangars, which he imagined they were headed towards. Centiro had no plan of how he was going to steal a ship or “hitch a ride” if the hangar was full of rebels, but he decided he would have to cross that bridge when he got to it…

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Will Westender

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: Evacuate

"Of course I know where I'm going." Lori grumbled, more upset over hurting her shoulder than anything else.

She moved quickly around the bend, her pace slowing a little as she heard the heavy footsteps, followed by beeping and then some rumbles. Lori raised a brow, looking over towards Will Westender . She didn't finish her traps yet. If she had, then they'd of gotten caught in them themselves as they ran. This was something else. If the data had all been collected, then perhaps the base was going into self destruct mode; which meant that they had to get out of dodge rather quickly.

Centiro was nearly forgotten as she ran, going around the last bend until she appeared not at the hanger, but at the side door that they had first arrived in. That was where they saw R Reyn Australis keeping guard at the door. At least he kept it safe for them. "Reyn, we're here! But we've got company!" The shock from her injury was starting to wear off, and so every step she ran was starting to hurt.