For Me, It Was Tuesday - SJO Dominion of the Gyndine Hex

[Ciana Teigra]

Objective: D - A Curious Case, Family Reunions (?!)
Location: Patient Area

As per usual, Ye greeted her with his trademark stiffness that reminded her of constipation. An astromech was more hospitable.

"I wonder if would kill you to say hello to your most valued colleague," she inquired, reaching out to give him a small nudge in the shoulder, knowing full well what reaction that would probably elicit. "Probably so."

Ye went on to give a verbal report of his findings, but before he could say much, he was interrupted from a runner, sent to them by a Syd Celsius (cute name). The runner came with a brief explanation of events, giving them a better idea of what was plaguing the patients. They had also come with a temporary fix in the form of alchemized paint. In true arrogant fashion, Science Man scoffed at the thought of employing unorthodox solution.

"I apologize for my associate," she said to the runner at first with a sheepish smile. "This is just...a lot for him to consider. Please inform Ms. Celsius that her assistance is appreciated and that I'll plan on meeting her and the rest of the investigative team at ground zero."

The runner nodded, then left them alone for a moment. Ciana's smile faded as soon as they had disappeared.

"You shouldn't be so dismissive. All reports have stated that the electromagnetic disturbance around the building and the patients are causing most devices to konk out. It wouldn't hurt to try something different from the only person that seems to have a clue about what's happening here. Doesn't your Jedi religion tell you about keeping an open mind or something?"

Another stranger came up to them, this time a young woman. She could feel the stranger's attention on Ye which made her turn to study the woman for a minute. It was funny, there was something familiar about the woman, she could almost see some of Ye in her and vice versa. Odd.

However, she didn't dwell on it much as the girl suddenly disappeared while radiating with queasiness.

"Where's Ms. Taff?" Ciana inquired, the woman's appearance reminding her of Ye's apprentice. "Usually she's not too far behind."

((After the patients are stabilized, I'm going to transition to the 1408 objective and enter the building with Syd and Elizabeth.))

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Lina Ye"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Rachel Taff"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Location: Patient Quarantine
Objective: D – Curious Case & Family Reunion?! MWO?!

“Mwo?” Hyonu looked at Ciana dumbfounded as she scolded him about being dismissive about the paint being received from someone who knew more about the paranormal stuff that was happening. It was outside of his knowledge and it did sting a little that his usual means of treatment wouldn’t be able to help, but he didn’t feel he was being dismissive.

“My Jedi Religion does tell me to be open, which is why I have this paint in my hands and I let the messenger paint it on me. You need it too.” He set the bucket down at her feet. The man fixed his hair for a moment and then sighed. Remembering what Rachel said the last time they had worked with Ciana, he decided to try and take the girl’s advice for once.

A smile and a slight apologetic bow.

“I apologize Dr. Teigra. I do appreciate you coming to work with me.” The smile remained and he nodded towards the paint, “You should apply that, I’d be happy to help if you need it –” As he finished, he caught Ciana’s glance and then looked to see where her eyes had led, a girl he wouldn’t have noticed otherwise moved along with the food and said something to them. She stopped, and he couldn’t help but stare for that moment.

As his senses returned, he watched her run off, leaving Ciana and him alone again. “As for Rachel, she was supposed to arrive around the time you came planet side. I’ve seem to possibly rubbed off on her – she’s probably still in the lab with our other projects.” He looked back at Ciana and then back towards where the girl ran off. “You think she’s one of the patients or a new case?”

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Lina Ye"] [member="Rachel Taff"] [member="Ciana Teigra"]

 

[Samael Snowsong]

Rachel was late. She was so late. Her master was going to grill her over this. She had become to entangled testing a new cure to a virus and had gotten caught up in checking the results. She had at least gotten some decent data out of the experiments, all things considered as she ran as fast as she could to the area she was required in.

By the time she had finally arrived she saw her master and Dr [member="Ciana Teigra"] talking. She swore under her breathe, "oh damn blasted crows." She came up close. She made sure she had breathe still in her before she spoke. "Sorry master, got caught up completing a data set of one of the projects. Something new came up and well I was curious and then realised what the time was after I had completed."

She turned to the other Dr. "Dr Ciana good to see you again. My apologies for not being able to meet you before you meet my master." As she thought, if I had been earlier I could have kept this meeting from happening, he will be going on for weeks now about the woman. Great, my fault for wanting to get some work done I guess. "So would either of you minding on catching me up on the situation here. During the rush over i am afraid I didn't get a chance to glance over the what's what."

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Lina Ye"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Patient Quarantine
Objective: D – Curious Case & Family Reunion?! Eottoke?!

Lina continued to awkwardly shuffle down the hall, pushing the cart before her. When the corridor ended, there were two choices – left or right. Flustered, she pushed the cart up against the wall so that it would be out of the way... and left it there. Instead of moving down either hallway, she opened a door and slipped inside.

Much to her dismay, it appeared to be a cleaning closet.

Standing next to a mop and broom, Lina leaned up against the wall and pushed out a heavy breath. Her heart was still racing. She rubbed a palm across her face, trying to snap out of the odd and very sudden onset of anxiety. What exactly had triggered it?

Lina felt strange when she saw the patient area. There was something about the male doctor that struck her, perhaps the two feelings were connected somehow? She couldn't say, she couldn't even begin to guess what that connection might be.

But, for now... she just wanted to hide.

[member="Ciana Teigra"], [member="Hyonu Ye"], [member="Rachel Taff"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Location: Left AT-AT​

Objective: Slam AT-AT into its neighbor/take machine gun nests outside of government center.​

Troops: 3 Myrmidons​

Allies: Whoever decides to respond.​

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Draven hurled through the air, and with a single flip, smashed into the head of the AT-AT, his boots slamming into the hard metal and sending his armor clad body rolling across its surface, saber dangerously close to cut him open as he rolled with it, finally, with a lot of luck, and a little force, the knight perched atop the AT-AT, using his saber to help him balance, Draven's harsh voice crackled over comms, "Everyone listening in, the Myrmidons are attacking from the southern street, aid them in taking out the machine gun nests and infantry, so we can break through. I do not know where Maki is, but I can only assume he is inside. If we have any snipers out there, make yourself useful. Draven out."​

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And with that the knight slammed his saber into the head of the AT-AT, a tiny speck atop it, he began to saw a hole into the bridge, the minute his saber started to rip it open like a tin can, he heard screams from troopers inside, rushing for blasters. Draven was quick about it, and using the force, chucked the round plate of metal which he had cut out to form an entrance, and chucked it behind him, letting it land where it would. He leaped into the AT-AT, and let rage take over.​

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On the ground, the Myrmidons had been badly reduced, only three left standing, blasting their machine guns none stop, all but two of the machine gun nests had been cleared by the troop's valiant efforts. Smoking mechs billowing flames laid scattered around the government center, their pilots dismembered or cooked inside the dead husks, screams of pain quite audible.​

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The remaining three Myrmidons were pinned down behind a wall of sandbags in one of the other machine gun nests, one of the two remaining enemy machine guns swiveling to face them and laying down unrelenting fire with its partner. Infantry continued to swarm through the area, the Myrmidons like giants being swarmed by ants, throwing trooper bodies and crushing any which tried to climb atop them. The Myrmidons on the ground crackled through comms,

"Draven! We are done down here on the ground, everyone is dead but three of us, two nests are still standing and a whole lot of infantry, orders?"​

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The bridge of the AT-AT looked like a bomb had gone off in the center of it. Decapitated troopers laid all about it, strung over their controls, limbs laid on the ground, blood spewed from the fresh bodies, the stink of death in the air. One trooper clawed towards the door, only for a saber to appear through his screaming mouth, Draven gasped into his warmask, "Push. No retreat, die trying to take those nests." And with that, the remaining Myrmidons took a moment to muster themselves, and ducked out from behind their wall of sand bags, rushing the nests, one was shot to pieces before it arrived, the other two hurled themselves over one of the remaining machine gun's wall of sandbags, and the armored giants proceeded to commence a melee.

Draven new...a little about piloting. So he started to flip switches, and blast controls, his objective? Smash the AT-AT into its neighboring one, and bring them both down.​

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[Lucent Echo]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Allyson Locke"]

Lord Vogt, Prison Warden
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[Prison Wing D - Then]

The Warden was quiet again, letting Locke desperately plead without any interruption. He had won, he could feel it. Now the Corellian would sign like a songbird.

"I know you will," he replied a minute later. "We just had to focus your mind. A big ego can be such a dangerous thing."

He took one step left to bring him closer to the suspended blonde, reaching out wipe away a few tears with gloved fingers.

"Now, let's try this again..."

[Prison Present Day]

With the main power out, and most of the guards and stormtroopers weapons neutered the whole prison complex had erupted into chaos. The ancient imperial base hadn't been built as a true prison, so it wasn't too hard for people to work open the doors (or in some cases, they just slid open), freeing themselves.

Riots broke out, a few hundred imperials against thousands of angry incarcerated locals. Even as most were without a useable blaster, the stormtroopers' armor at least was nearly impervious to physical attack, and some managed to wield some riot shields and batons to beat back their numerically superior foe.

In the background, one of the Sith Inquisitors within the barricade administrative wing began to work their magic, forcibly linking the minds of his comrades to improve their combat efficiency while trying to terrorize the prisoners into submission at the same time. It was Sith Battle Meditation in its purest form, and with it, the Imperials could still turn the tide of battle if left unopposed.

Feeling a new sense of dread in their hearts, more and more prisoners just opted to flee, dozens of them now on a collision with a certain group of Jedi hidden by illusions.

White Current, it was good.

Perhaps a little too good.

Outside, the first waves of patrols had returned on back to the prison, scout troopers on nimble speeder bikes, and a pair of AT-RCTs. Initially, the troopers had trouble picking anyone out, most of the enemy blending into the environment with their stealth armor. However, tracking became all the easier when a dragon of all things descended down upon the prison. It helped them zero in on the primary breach point against the prison.

Scout trooper dismounted, some taking up sniper positions, while others followed in the walkers that started to press forward. While one of the walkers focused on ground targets, the other one took aim at the rising dragon.

((FYI, for reference, there is Sith Lord (Vogt) and five Sith Knights present. I will detail them all as you all come into direct conflict.))

[member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Prison​

Allies: @Yuroic Xeriac [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Allyson Locke"]


Though many of the weapons the prison's guards might have brought to bear were disabled, that did not stop them from being a serious threat... to her companions, as well as the prisoners themselves. Using her new-found knowledge of the prison's layout, Drystan's athleticism carried her into a better secured area of the prison. Traversing an open area with a number of metallic tables & chairs affixed to the floor, she found much of the prison oddly deserted. Selecting a hallway from memory, it took her only a brief few moments of travel to approach her first barrier - a set of solid durasteel bars which had sealed the passageway. Thankfully, obstacle was no match for the cutting power of a lightsaber, and Drystan's powerful bladed weapon carved a portal through the bars. She made it large enough to fit two humans abreast, so that escaping prisoners would have speed on their side. The smoking ends of the bars glowed red-hot, and Drystan used the Force to shift the severed ends aside, clearing a pathway.​

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She focused on the mission ahead, relying on her years of experience, and her certainty that she was doing the right thing... but still, she felt a burning desire to be elsewhere - Damn the ranger, even if he did talk sense. And damn his orders too. It should have been her, getting Allyson out. Shadows operated as one... but she didn't expect the ranger to understand that. ​

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Pressing onward, deeper into the prison, she began to recognize sounds of fighting which echoed down the metallic halls. She assumed that there were riots in progress, which had drawn many of the troopers deeper into the holding areas.. though she suspected others were barricaded from sight as cowardice overcame them.​

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The first patrol she encountered were not the type to simply surrender, casting aside their weapons. They fought... and fought hard.​

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She'd shot one through the faceplate, hammering him to the cold floor with a single blast which ended his life immediately. It had been at close-range, as he'd turned a corner and found himself face to face with the blonde invader - immediately following his body, she'd thrown herself into the corridor, ducking a rifle-butt which had been aimed like a club. She kicked, sending the second trooper backward into a third companion, knocking them both to the ground. Their armor hadn't made the strike & ensuing scuffle entirely dangerous... these men were trained warriors, capable of the most heinous acts of violence, and would not go down easily. One of them stood, quicker than she'd expected, driving toward her with a blade in hand - the nasty point of the weapon driving in toward her midsection. She'd danced away, kicking a stun baton from her second assailant's gloved hand and retreating a few steps.​

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The knife-armed trooper advanced, cold face-plate betraying nothing.​

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Her lightsaber had sprung to life, cutting both men down before either one could raise an alarm.​

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Leaving the bodies where they'd fallen, she pressed on, determined to reach the sound of rioting... which had steadily grown louder. This would not be as easy as she'd hoped.​

 

[Amari Deechi]

It was a shock when a blaster bolt struck the duracrete just a foot in front of Amari as he led his squad along the wall. His reaction was quick, dropping to the ground as his squad followed suit. The unmistakable sound of blaster fire from below, on the outside of the wall, made its way to his ears. That would complicate things. He crawled over, keeping his head down, and took a peek over the edge. What he saw drew a sigh, and he looked over to his squad, patiently awaiting orders.

"Squad leaders, report in," he said into comms, prompting a quick response from the others. "We've got company outside the wall. Squad Four, take position and begin picking off hostiles outside. Squad Two, you've got the plasma repeater, set it up and get us some suppressing fire on those troopers."

"What should we do about those walkers, captain?" asked one of his sergeants.

"Marksmen, aim for the drivers. Load up the beskar rounds if you've got 'em and punch through that armor."

Amari himself began to follow his own orders, forgetting those laid down by the ranger earlier. Now their lives were on the line, unlike against the disarmed guards below, and it was time to take off the kiddie gloves. He brought his rifle up over the parapet, taking aim at a cover position below before squeezing the trigger. The kick behind these things was enormous, and if he hadn't been wearing armor it might have sprained the joint of his shoulder. Each round connected with the ground rather than a living target, but that was his goal.

From further down he noticed a rapid burst of bright plasma ripping from atop the wall, each bolt slamming into something in the distance. Return fire struck the wall, chipping away the construction, but Amari wasn't concerned. It was thick enough to keep them safe. For now at least.

[member="Lucent Echo"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

They could not be seen.

They could not be sensed.

All was going well. Even with the darksiders in the prison, they could move completely undetected as the two would make their way through the prison.

Unfortunately, the Current had it's drawbacks. Such as the fact that the approaching mob of fleeing prisoners couldn't see them at all. Josh would lose his grip on Yuroic when the stampeding prisoners ran through them, and Josh was unable to break the Current or risk the Sith sensing him. While Yuroic was now visible, he knew that Yuroic would know to have a plan for this. Hopefully he would wait a bit for Josh to go forward, and then move from behind to catch up. If they could fool their senses, then Yuroic would be a decent decoy should they be attacked and allow for Josh to move without them even knowing he was there anymore. As far as they'd have known, Yuroic would have been the one that had disappeared and re-appeared...

Josh didn't want to leave Yuroic, but knew that the mission was more important and Yuroic could handle himself. And seeing as he knew where Allyson was located, he wouldn't be too far behind. Yuroic would be able to catch up easily, he knew. So keeping the Current on, Josh would stay against the wall that he had been knocked into by the horde, and sidled across the wall while they moved. Once he was clear, he would take off at a run full speed, in the direction they had been going.

He could sense pain... A lot of pain. He could not sense a Force presence, but he could sense the whistling of pain to the point that the Jedi would let out a wince. It wasn't the pain of death either. Which meant it was something outside of the battle... It was coming from the direction he was moving. He couldn't stop himself from approaching it.

While it may or may not have been Allyson, he couldn't stop himself from going after it since it seemed to be on his way. He couldn't ignore this. Allyson and the prisoners were both his priority. He was doing his job no matter what. Even if his heart screamed out to him just how badly he wanted to rescue his friend as soon as possible.

Of course, he didn't know he was heading straight for her.

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Jongori had been given it's marching orders. Escape the prison and wreak as much havoc as it could on the way out. It's presence had alerted the troopers and they had begun to open fire. The dragon would begin to rocket through the facility, engaging hostiles as it's scales would shield it from most of the blaster fire. Some got between it's scales and did damage, but it pressed on. Inhaling as it would see the exit beginning to come into sight through the form of light, Jongori would unleash a stream of flames toward it's attackers, the flamethrower buying it time to reach the exit as it would then launch itself into the air. Josh had spent a very long time teaching it to fight independently, and it's instincts allowed it to know where to go next.

Jongori would hunt down it's targets from the air, charging and launching a fireball at it's approaching opponents before turning and taking off, letting out a loud roar in the process. It's partner had instructed it to draw attention away from the prison. It was a simple instruction, simple enough for the beast to understand and put into motion.

 

[Syd Celsius]

Syd rushed to the building, but stopped as she saw that the front entrance was as covered in the Calculus as the rest of them. She actually had to stop and consider for a moment what, exactly, she could do to get past it. She stared at the wards, trying to figure out which part of the formula they governed. If she opened it incorrectly, the results could be deeply unpleasant.

Syd pulled back a moment, staring at the Formula. She picked up a nearby rock and threw it at the door.

The rock crumbled to dust as it struck the front lobby doors. The door had aged it to nothingness. Whatever someome was doing with the Calculus, they actively didn't want anyone interfering with it.

She stood, her chrome suit reflecting the glowing formula symbols and held her hand out, starting to chant. It didn't sound natural what she spoke. That is the only way to describe it.

The symbols on the door shuddered, rough, uneven scratches began to appear on the symbols, until they faded away totally.

Syd was not foolish enough to think the danger was ended, but she ventured forward cautiously, scouting the lobby, looking for other formula wards. The Calculus was a tricky, treacherous thing, and she had been caught off guard by it more than once. The lobby itself was white tiled, with golden support pillars and mosaics of jade on its walls.

In spite of it all, she felt a strange and deep connection to the Formula, probably because it was the element without which all the Alkahest that went into creating her likely would not have worked.

It was ironic. She was out to find some way to undo that which made her possible. The Calculus was utterly dangerous to normal people, and this belief waa reinforced when she saw a man locked in a silent eternal scream, naked, de-aging into a fetus in the span of ten seconds and then aging into a corpse and back. Over and over. He had stood on a ward and it had gone off. Nothing she could do for him. Even if the magic was undone, the cellular damage was terminal at this point.

A veteran force adept must have done this. It was the only explanation. But who?

Syd came across a ward on a door leading into the offices beyond. This was more complicated. Keenly aware that the twelfth floor was stuck in mid explosion, she knealt down and began chanting in front of the ward. She tried to go past this door without disabling it, this part of the Formula would trigger an effect that would rapidly age the whole building to dust, killing everyone inside.

The Geist, obviously, didn't want that to happen, besidea, the more she took care of this small thing first the less danger for any who followed, and some Jedi had already gone in to secure the front entrance. Some were horrified when the saw the aging man.

"Don't touch him. You'll just join him in death..." Syd warned, resuming her chants.

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"]

[member="Ciana Teigra"]

[member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Ciana Teigra]

Objective: D - A Curious Case, Family Reunions (?!)
Location: Patient Area

She held up a hand as he approached her with the strange alchemic paint.

"While I agree we should keep an open mind...I'd like to conduct an experiment first."

She was all for trying new things but wasn't about to be a guinea pig, either. Fortunately, she already had Science Man on the case!

"I'm sure Ms. Taff will find her way here," she said, unfastening her watch. "The girl? I have no clue, but I thought it was weird actually. I was just thinking about the peculiar resemblance between you two. However, that's hardly the strangest thing I've seen today."

She had a joke ready about Hyonu's mysterious family life she knew nothing about, but she was interrupted by the arrival of Ye's Chiss apprentice, who promptly requested a low-down on events.

"Ye, I'll let you do the explaining since you've already seen the patients in person, but first, let me continue..."

Without ceremony, she wrapped it around his outstretched arm with the paint, then fastened tight against the wrist.

"If this paint really works as prescribed, then the operation of my watch should revert to normal. Check it out."

((After the patients are stabilized, I'm going to transition to the 1408 objective and enter the building with Syd and Elizabeth.))

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Lina Ye"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Rachel Taff"]

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Objective: Help where you can
Allies: [member="Draven Dursden"]

Was that, a man, falling from the sky? Looked like a Jedi, had he been thrown off a building top? No, that didn't seem to be the case, it almost looked like he was charging down through the sky. Gorteko then watch as the man made his way into the large machine. But there were two AT-AT's, that man might need help with the other one; Gorteko took a running charge and jumped off his building as well. He didn't have a high enough vantage point to make it all the way atop the vehicle, even with his force amplified jump, so he aimed for the top of the back right leg.

As he flew through the air, Gorteko drew both his red lightsabers and activated them, so that when he reached his objective he could impale the metal and start scaling down the leg. As he climbed down he prodded and jerked his weapons around, trying to deal as much damage to the leg as possible. He noticed the combat on the ground and that became his next objective. As he neared the ground Gorteko cut a large, deep gash into the leg before jumping off, he was confident that if the operators of this vehicle tried to walk, this leg would collapse based on the damage he'd done, or if some other large damage hit the AT-AT, the pressure would collapse the leg as well.

Gorteko began rushing to the battle on the ground, if he could save anyone allied with him, it would be a victory. As he ran he raised his blasters with the force and entered the melee. Gorteko used his sabers defensively, to deflect attacks and to kill those who attempted to strike him, and used his four blaster pistols to clear out as many enemies as he could. His unique fighting style made him like a mobile blaster turret as his guns floated above him firing rapidly while he worked his way through the fight. He saw the two Myrmidons as they fought, he hoped his abrupt entry into the fight would give enough of an advantage to them that they might all make it out together, he also hoped his allies could recognize that they were on the same side based on their common enemy, but he was still using his Sith equipment so he would understand if they were confused about his allegiance.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[Prison Present Day]

He had broken her.

There were no snarky comments, no sass, nothing from the Corellian as she sat there in the cell with her hands cuffed to the table. He didn’t lie, at least there was that. The conditions of the cell had improved for the most part. She wasn’t freezing, her chest pains had subsided, and he had returned her socks. Ever since the interrogation, Allyson had been alone in the room, she had no idea what happened to the woman he had brought in. A part of her wondered if the woman was okay, but she knew deep down her worry was being projected.

Exhaling softly, Allyson did her best to keep her mind occupied with mundane things. She didn’t know if he was still watching or was still digging through her belongings. Hazel eyes stared into the oblivion as her face was stained with dried tears.

Closing her eyes softly, Allyson was curious – it had been some time since she tried to feel someone else she used to worry about. Unlike before, Allyson felt nothing from their connection. If it was even still there. A sigh, one of relief as she nodded. A part of her knew it was weakening as another that had been forged before she had met the blonde grew stronger. Allyson cherished that connection as she found some brief comfort from it. Remembering where she was she completely shut her mind off, keeping it protected, remembering Bastion and the like.

Still she hurt, remembering the look in the woman’s eyes and how with just a change of hair color she could have been someone else. Shaking her head, Allyson needed to remain as put together as she could, someone had to be coming she could feel it. Promises had been made the last time she had been taken by the Sith, this time was different - it had to be. She wasn't the sacrificial lamb this time around.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Lucent Echo"]

 

[Potentas]

Potentas heard Asaara over the comm and was filled with relief that reinforcements were on the way to help him find his master. “Asaara, the last time I saw him was at a shack at the edge of the city, however I’ve heard rumours he was being interrogated at the prison”.

Potentas couldn’t afford any more attention to Asaara as the other machine gun nest’s had targeted him in their sights. Potentas overheard Draven on the comms, and agreed with the need to take out the nests. Utilising a Force Jump he cleared his current position, and into the nest parry, deflect, slash, stab, decapitate, deflect, deflect, deflect, force push, force pull impale. Potentas couldn’t afford any more thought to his master or to Asaara as he dealt with the troopers, aggressively.

As he finished the last trooper, Potentas took stock of his surroundings. Potentas saw troopers from the Argentum Legion form up, Potentas had trained with the legion under the supervision and alongside his Master, he knew of their capabilities. Potentas gathered around their commander and listened to his report.

“Commander Brian when was your last communication with Master Maki?”

Potentas asked desperate for information on his mentor.

@[SIZE=10pt]Asaraa Vaashe[/SIZE] @[SIZE=10pt]Draven Dursden [/SIZE] @Maki Dominushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19633-maki-dominus/

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Location: Patient Quarantine
Objective: D – Curious Case & Family Reunion!? 정말?!

Disappointment washed over his face as Ciana didn’t want to use the paint, though he did raise a brow hearing that the girl they had just seen looked a little like him. He looked towards the direction she had ran off to and wondered. It couldn’t be though – why here of all places? Shaking his head, he tried to get the hopes of his lost sister out of his head and back onto the patients. “Experiment?” Hyonu didn’t have much time to question the woman’s intent or what the experiment was, Rachel had decided to finally show her face.

The man turned to her quickly and spoke. “The patients are quickly de-aging, it was pretty rapid, but by getting them away from the epicenter – they seemed to have slowed down. Though it hasn’t stopped. This paint that I’m wearing, was treated with alchemy and we’re seeing if it helps with the issue.” Hyonu spoke quickly as he caught his apprentice up. As he spoke Ciana stepped in and decided to start her experiment.

The watch was cute, but not his style. He looked at it and watched as the watch spun out of control, but after a few moments soon began to slow down and adjust itself. Narrowing his eyes, he looked watching for the moment the second hand decided to calm down, it was slow but an obvious occurrence.

“The watch seems to be stabilizing.” He spoke quietly and then looked towards Rachel. “There was a girl, she ran off a few moments before you found Dr. Teigra and I. She went that way.” His head nodded towards the direction where [member="Lina Ye"] had run off to. “I think she’s a patient please find her while Dr. Teigra and I continue to see if this paint is our answer.”

Looking back to Ciana he nodded, “Seems the paint does the trick, but the patients can’t walk around coated in paint all the time. Should I wash it off and see if time remains stabilized?”

[member="Elizabeth Skywalker"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Rachel Taff"]

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective: Prison Break
Location: Hangar

"Our part of the mission is accomplished, but the ground teams' parts began when ours ended. Although we don't fly that often, we should, perhaps, book a night at the Daoba; even the basic rooms there are large enough for four, to the tune of two king beds each"

"Says our CO that owns it; we've heard you got it from an Esh-Kha gangster, a Sith knight if the rumors are to go by"

"Stand by for departure once the ordnance bays are reloaded with concussion missiles, should we escort some transport carrying the prisoners we came here for"

Everybody and their dogs knew that elite units of any kind cost more in upkeep than regular units performing similar roles, but since the ordnance loaded was inappropriate for escort duty, Varindar had her squadron return to the hangar for rearmament, where concussion missiles are being loaded instead of large, high-yield ion bombs. But once the concussion missiles, all they had to do was to circle around the prison, under cloak, until the exfil attempt on the prisoners was over; however, there was a risk of other prisoners remaining, if any, to start a riot in the wake of this operation. And only once the transport was ready to depart from the location to exfil would they get out of the holding pattern; then and only then would she need to do anything extra. Once the squadron's ordnance bay was done being refitted, then they could depart the hangar, circling around the area so that an escort would be ready once the prisoners were loaded onto the transport for prison break. Now that was one mission that was different from simply hitting a target with ordnance, Varindar thought, now that they were getting in position over the prison.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Patient Quarantine
Objective: D – Curious Case & Family Reunion!?

Inside the storage closet, Lina's hand reached to search the wall for a light switch. Flicking it on, the shelves lit up before her. There was nothing terribly exciting there, but standard supplies – hospital gowns, masks, boxes of sterile gloves. Leaning up against the wall, she closed her eyes and heaved a sigh.

It felt good to be somewhere safe.

Safe? Lina squinted over at the shelf, absently looking at the boxes. Why did she need to feel safe? And safe from what, exactly? It didn't make any sense to Lina, it was just a feeling she had. This feeling made her heart race, and it made her head feel light and dizzy. The fog still clouded her mind. But, after taking a few deep breaths, it began to pass.

“Miss Jane?” She heard a voice outside in the hall, “Jane?”

A brow twitched, that was her name now – Jane. Swallowing hard, she cracked open the closet door and slipped back into the hallway.

“Oh, there you are.” A fellow orderly smiled. “They need you to restock the patient gowns in the exam rooms one floor down.”

Lina gave a nod, and threw on a smile.

“Yes, right away.” She said, and then sheepishly opened the closet door one more time, in order to grab a a stack of new gowns.

[member="Hyonu Ye"], [member="Ciana Teigra"], [member="Rachel Taff"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Rescue the prisoners
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"]

Prisoners were spilling out, running around like headless chickens. Yuroic felt himself pulled out of the White Current, it didn't worry him. Jairdain had taught him several ways to limit his visibility if he needed to when the time came. For now, he gently pushed past this horde of prisoners when he heard the shouts of Imperial stormtroopers. Their movements were too in sync and coordinated. Yuroic froze slightly and watched. There was only way one that regular soldiers like that could become excellent fighters like they were, Battle Meditation. It was not skill Yuroic could use well but he knew the signs of it being used.

The dread and fear of the Battle Meditation attempted to swallow him into its abyss. Yuroic contacted Drystan and Josh via comms. "They have someone using Battle Meditation. If we don't stop them then we might as well let all these innocent victims die right now. I'll try locating them, distract them from being able to use it. Make sure to get everyone out of here." Yuroic stated as he moved through the prisoners and attempted to sense where this Battle Meditation practitioner was. It wouldn't be difficult to locate them, to perform such a move required concentration and you couldn't provide the strength they were to the stormtroopers on the move or fighting. Hiding his own Force connection with Force Concealment, Yuroic wandered through the halls as he attempted to sneak up on the Sith Battle Meditation practitioner

 

[Lucent Echo]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Allyson Locke"]

Lord Vogt, Prison Warden
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[Prison Present Day]

With an earsplitting screech, her door was forced open. The interior of the cell was bathed in dim red glow from the emergency lighting. The faint cries of battle could be heard down the hall.

"This is the end."

The warden stepped in front of the door, casting a long black shadow across the room. There was a glint from one hand - a lightsaber hilt. In the other, there was small sack.

"I should kill you now, just to spite you Jedi. However, death would be too easy for you. I want you to suffer with the knowledge of your betrayal, of your weakness. Let it eat at you from within. The I would have taken from you as you have from me."

He chucked the sack into the cell, which landed with a sickening crunch near her feet.

"A memento of our time together. Goodbye, for now."

He gave her one lazy salute with his lightsaber hilt, then slinked away.

The Corellian was now alone, free to escape. However, while she may have left her prison of rock and steel, there was no escaping a guilty conscience.

[member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Escape)
Opposition: Conscience

The door opened, and Allyson straightened up, she hadn’t been visited since their conversation and her eyes grew wide seeing the Warden. The lightsaber made her figure he as here to clean up the loose ends and a part of her welcomed it, but the voice in her head screamed no. She wasn’t done, and she couldn’t let him just kill her off like livestock. He spoke, and she raised an eyebrow, so she wasn’t dying today. There were no clever quips or a word in general from the Corellian. She stayed, and she listened, he attacked her one weakness and there was a fire that she kept quiet for now.

Allyson fought the urge to look down, to see what was in the sack. Her heart and her conscience already told her what it was. The effort to save was all for nothing. Fists balled on the table as she watched him leave. She was alone with her guilt and she exhaled trying not to hyperventilate. It took her several moments to get moving, she was frozen wondering what to really do next as she did her best to keep her mind off the present he had left her. At once she frantically pulled off the handcuffs and the collar that was around her neck. Just like the collar before, puncture wounds around her neck looked fresh, at least now she’ll be able to feel the Force soon enough.

Standing, she did her best to avoid the bag and moved towards the door, poking her head out there seemed to have been a battle going on – the lights flickered, and the shouts of combat echoed. One thing was on her mind and that was to find her belongings before she made her way out. Slowly but surely, she began to feel the machines around her come alive – the first indicator that the Force was returning. Moving quickly, she headed down the corridor, she remembered watching troopers throw bags of clothing and other things into a room down the end of the hallway. If her stuff was still there, she’d be able to find it.

It didn’t take long to arrive, using her shoulder she rammed the door open and she could feel the faint call of the Light side of the Force, the item that gave it off brought a wash of comfort to her – one she needed desperately now. Digging through her basket of belongings, Allyson drew the small silver dagger and tucked it away, it was all she cared about and after retrieving it, she left the lock up and headed back where she came from.

She ran, not really knowing where she should be going or who she should be looking for. Was someone coming for her? Or was this another Bastion moment? Either way, she had a weapon and she had most of her wits. Turning the corner, she looked down and saw several routes she could take, this was far more difficult than her escape from Bastion. Looking out, she felt the weight of the world crashing down on her, what was she going to do now? Guilt ate at her for the moment, she was in pain and only wanted to find out one thing – the was the only thing that kept her moving.

Allyson slapped her face and refocused her mind, she needed to get home.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Lucent Echo"] [member="Amari Deechi"]