For Onderon! For Clan Raxis! (Clan Raxis Rebellion of the FWC Onderon hex)

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Onderon - Iziz, Royal Palace
Objective: Maintain Free Worlds Coalition Control, Entrench
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: N/A

Deployed Vehicles: Satyr-Class Scout Walkers, Minotaur-Class Assault Walkers, Centaur-Class Troop Transports

Outside the walls of the palace, the Hell's Heralds valiantly defended their position with impunity. The lightly armed and untrained mob were of little consequence to them. Long-range sniper fire kept the vasy majority from getting too close to the sky ramp. Those who managed to dodge the Heralds' marksmen to penetrate deeper into the government district found themselves quickly mopped up by some patrolling the Satyr walkers. Even if they had managed to pass through the perimeter set up by the Heralds, the sky ramp leading up to the palace was laden with shield walls and auto-turrets.

Disorganized rabble would not be capable of maintaining an effective siege of the palace. Not when they already had enough supplies to last themselves several years... Though they didn't actually need that level of stockpiling anyway. With air superiority fielded by the Bareesh Kajidic (among others) the position of the separatists was hopeless. The loyalist citizenry who still resided in Iziz flocked to the aid camps provided by the Free Worlds Coalition. Word had already spread that the brutish Mandalorians were seeking a meeting with the rebel ringleaders, so the swathes of loyalist citizenry who still remained in the city rightly turned up their noses at Clan Raxis and proceeded towards Coalition aid camps.

Perhaps the population was more evenly divided in its loyalties than initially thought. But who could really tell? So far, no one had even bothered entreating with the famous Beast Riders that lived outside of Onderon's walls. Everyone was focused on Iziz, as if the only people on the planet lived here. And that was why Clelon of Pol'Zum, in his limitless Toydarian wisdom, had invited the Beasten - the leader of the Beast Riders and essentially ruler of everything outside of Iziz's walls -, [member="Sunblade"], to attend a royal banquet.

Surely he would be interested in the fate of his planet. Or more to the point, have a price for cannibalizing all of the intrusive Mandalorians. That was, presumably, what Beast Riders were best at doing. Or maybe they weren't.

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Clelon wafted gently through one of the palace's lavishly decorated halls, wings beating softly against the cooled air. The Commander was in a very leisurely mood prior to the banquet and decided to spend some time in contemplation, strolling the grounds of the palace alone. Clelon of Pol'Zum did like to keep about when he was engrossed in thought. For a moment, however, he paused to inspect himself in a mirror. The banquet would be starting shortly and Clelon was dressed well for the occasion. A general's finery, adorned with all the medals he had awarded himself during his campaign on Toydar. In a side holster across his chest, his signature blaster pistol was snug gently.

Memories. Sweet memories of decisive military campaigns, of glory and honor won on the battlefield.

The Toydarian rubbed his smooth chin as he examined himself. Here's to making more.

He heard the Arkanian approaching him, but did not deign to turn until spoken to and sweet cigar smoke could be smelled. He would have to see what brand that is later. Clelon himself was perfumed to the nines and smelled delightful, but this was all suddenly obfuscated by Akron Altunen's mere proximity. Clelon turned adroitly in air to address his fellow commander, "Ah, Commander Altunen. I was just looking for you."

No he hadn't.

"Come walk with me," said Clelon, who was definitely not walking as he glided forward without waiting for the Arkanian. "I must commend you for your good choice in fashion for the banquet. It is very we convey strength to the Beasten. Did you know he eats his meat raw? It's very fascinating. He must be crawling with parasites."

Spoiler

[member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] | [member="Tavi Riley"] | [member="Project Uriel"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"] | [member="SN-1411"] | [member="Maeve Ar'klim"] | [member="Lord Harris"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.
Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.


"Lucky then for Mr Burke to escape a fate worse than death.... " She replied with a smirk, extending her hand.

"I see you came properly prepared to survive a crossing with the Marina DeVoe, Mr Riley. " Her eyes grazed over his armor. She knew he'd been versed of her pacifistic policies.
Hopefully he was wearing the armor for his own precaution, rather than expecting to engage any adversaries at the first sign of trouble, once they landed. It was apparent in the manner she kept looking at his armor that there were some reservations about it, especially when her portion of the mission was strictly humanitarian.
And all her missions had been so, since Onderon had welcomed the FWC help from the start, since they were liberated from an oppressive monarchy.

It was heartbreaking to discover of late that the great majority of aid and supplies the Coalition had provided Onderon, which some had even been delivered by her, and entrusted to it's administration, had been re-appropriated... rerouted, by either the Underworld, or some other factions bent on creating chaos.
Intelligence had yet to discover who or what faction had been behind all this. In the mean time, aid was now to flow directly to the people and trusted establishments and not the previous avenues through the system administration. The former routes and avenues that had proven to be corrupted were all invalid. The supplies were to be painstakingly to be delivered direct.
Her queen had adamantly requested Marina take on a trusted officer of the FWC in her future trips to the system, as it now appeared that propaganda had worked on the masses to believe the FWC had failed them.

"But yes...we're loaded up with all that we can fit on the ship..." She slipped her hand from his, nodding a sort of approval.
It was in fact, Marina silently keeping her opinion to herself. The man was here for the very same reasons she was, and that was to help the populations on Onderon that had been caught in this senseless fighting.
Riley most likely didn't wish to be paired up a pacifist as much as Marina didn't with a soldier. But her queen had pressed her concern and Marina couldn't refuse.

"Fire her up TK..." Marina then gave her droid the order, motioning with her index high making a circle. Her droid had been inside the ship's cockpit going through the ship's diagnostics...a routine pre-flight check while she was outside.

"Mr Riley....and guests..." She managed a smile, gesturing for them all to board, as the Mariner IV engines came on line.




[member="Tavi Riley"]

 

[STaCLO]

Objective: Provide Security
Location: Iziz
Allies: FWC

Walking through the hanger SN thought to himself. With such lack of information he'd receive on the situation. He hardly felt prepared to face off against whatever he was up against. He knew that the pacifist stance the FWC took meant that many were giving aid for those in need but he felt like that would do much to improve the overall situation. Personally he believed that action was what was needed. Feeling that aiding those in the cross fire did nothing to stop the actual conflict. Something swift to turn the tides of battle should be done. Instead of letting possibly two equal powers duke it out for who knows how long.

However, had he was heading past docking bay 38 he caught something form one of his various eyes on hi head. Someone quite familiar. 'Marina?' He thought to himself. Turing his head so that more of his eyes could focus on her he saw that it was indeed [member="Marina DeVoe"] standing by. Part of him wanted to go to her, being that he hasn't seen a familiar face in a while. But he stopped himself, feeling like he'd just freak her out with his new junk droid body. It would also be kinda difficult to talk to her if she didn't know droid speak. But he felt like she'd understand, she was very considerate when he met her earlier. Walking up to her he decided to speak out to her. "M-M-Merinaaaaa..." He was embraced with his poor vocabulator.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: Mandalorian District of Iziz, Fortified position
Objective: Accessing the situation, responding to people
Allies: Clan Raxis; Mandalorians of Onderon [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Stardust Bloodstone"]
Enemies: [member="Project Uriel"]
Equipment: Cynthia's Mandolorian armor (black), SABR Hécate, SABR Hœnir,
Incendiary rounds, Hollow point rounds, Glop rounds, Ion Granades X2,
Thermal Charges X2, Glop Granades

Feet stamped against each step, breaths became tight and heavy as she ran up the stairs. She could feel the sweat run down her back, chest and face. Her position was to be need to know and that meant only a handful of people in the camp knew she was there. That suited her fine. A flask clanged off the plate on her thigh. Cynthia couldn't help knowing the real reason behind her positioning, but she was one of the best with a rifle in clan Raxis and possibly out of the current living Mandalorians. It was something she'd gladly prove to people.

The woman finally reached the floor where the start of a large gaping hole was. The story was a supply ship clipped it when an engine blew out from sabotage two days ago. "Sniper Pink In position." She said over the secure Comline between her and Gray. "It's chaos out there. Anyway I wan't to listen to the meeting so keep me on okay." She said curious to know how the coalition was planning to justify their neglect. They should know the Onderon people are a proud people. They also had a reputation of rebelling and civil war through their history. It would take a lot of work to get the masses under control once more and with their queen locked inside the iziz palace for protection there had been no grand speech from her. Although the woman was quite safe with all the aa and shields blocking the way.

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

Location/Enroute: Iziz
Objective: Provide aid and supplies to the populace.
Allies: FWC, their allies
Companion:
Enemies: (*hell if I know atm but will see what they wing pergill brings *)
Equipment: Wayfarer-class Medium Transport Ship, E-2T medical shuttle (x2), Medical Supply Crates, Mobile emergency Porta-shelters, Grav-sleds

And so it was just as they slowly made their decent planetside that another set of voices cut in thru the static chatter that what became of his earlier conversation. Wherein this time another set voice spoke ... one seems less friendly, direct to the point and quite gruffer than the one earlier. From which as much those manning the com got and really to Andulf as saying. That any if not all local leaders of the Coalition and Native Onderons wishing to come anywhere near or land had to com it in. State their name and who or what flag they were flying under or risk being shot down on sight. Which by no mean seem meant as an order rather than a request.

Which at best made Andufl rethink things and perhaps choose to err on the side of caution sent over Ja'rrod to speak in his stead. Figuring from what bit of what he knew of Mandalorian and their customs from the time in the academy. Words nor titles meant little to them unless they were back by something they held in high regard. Something which he passingly remembers something do with their warrior code.Which he at best that time could quite recall all of it and cursed under his breath. That he should perhaps pay more attention to his classes rather than other things. But just the same turn focuse his attention to the now rather than the then. They then open their com and using the frequency provided by the secondary speaker. They try to establish a line in order to communicate to person name [member="Gray Raxis"]. Whom he hopes they might as well hear them out and see to decide if by anything who or what groups were at play and who else they were to side with it at all.

 

[Tavi Riley]

Location: En route to Onderon

Objective: Continue to provide aid to the system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC. Assist Marina DeVoe.

Allies: FWC

Enemies: Clan Raxis and their allies

Equipment: Coruscant Sensor Armor, 3x Cyclops Drones, Stun Baton, OEC R-150 Blaster, Smoke Grenades, Repair Kits,


Tavi frowned underneath his helmet as Marina looked at his armor, apparently, even that was not to her liking too. He already had to change all his weapons to be non-lethal and not cause harm to anyone, what more could she want? He wasn't coming to make nice with the locals, he was there to protect the supplies and Miss DeVoe. Tavi was glad he was wearing his helmet, as it allowed him to mask his...fustration over working with a pacifist. He respected her decision and will try to follow her orders best as he could, but it didn't mean he was happy about being restricted in options in the field.

Tavi just kept nodding his head at whatever Marina voiced until she finally said that they could board. His mood changed slightly as she said that his drones were guests. She was well mannered, he could give her that. Must be that noble blood.

"Thank you Miss DeVoe. I hope you are prepared to survive a crossing with me and the boys." Tavi said as he bowed his head slightly again.

"Yo guys, come on," Tavi called to his drones as he started to board the ship.

"Hurry up! We got to go help some pissed off people!" Tavi called over his shoulder as he went into the ship.

"Beep beep." Git beeped while still inspecting Marina.

"Seriously, how does that help them?" Tavi said over his shoulder, as Atom and Net followed him inside.

"Beep beeep." Git called as it started making its way inside the ship too.

"....I have been a bad influence on you. No we are not doing that." Tavi said back.

Git gave a sad beep and gave [member="Marina DeVoe"] a look before going into the ship.

 

[Maeve Ar'klim]

Objective: Provide aid and supplies
Allies, FWC
Enemies - unknown

It was difficult to know what reports were true and which were. The communications was overlapping and unclear. Maeve shook her head trying to figure it all out. It sounded like Iziz had become a seige site. She decided to take the Dancing Thranta to the Highlands.

This was not going at all according to plan and knowing that there was now outbreaks of fighting made her uneasy. Her first solo mission she'd have to admit to being scared. She scouted the terrain maybe she had best take to high orbit and then come in with the shuttles. Yes, no? Decisions. The wrong decision and it would be...oh just awful.

She opted to land it would be easier to get the supplies off the ship.

She wanted to close her eyes but didn't. She headed down descending slowly into the open fields. The long green grass looked like a bed waiting for someone to snuggle into. Counting off in her head how far till she touched down. Her hands shook just a bit as her nerves kicked in.

She was down and breathing easier.

The ship was still in one piece. She nodded to herself and headed back to get the groups together.

 

[Errreembuhr]

Location: Iziz
Objective: Protect supply warehouse from insurgents
Allies: FWC
Enemies: Anyone seeking to cause violence or destabilize the local government
Equipment: Krayt-class Light Cruiser in orbit, Galaar-class Heavy Shuttle, 78 Wyyyschokk-series Super Battle Droid guards(EO-7 Blaster Carbines and various standard grenades equipped) Kinrath-class dropships


The rocket fire came quickly. Errreembuhr wasn't sure how the rebels had gained rockets, likely from their Mandalorian benefactors, but one struck a dropship just after it landed. Several tons of food went up in flames as blaster fire began to spread left and right. His droids had lived up to their orders, returning fire immediately after they came under it themselves.

"Quickly Sir," one of his guards said as the five closed ranks around him. "We must find cover. The warehouse is the close-"

Its oddly soothing voice was cut off as a blaster bolt struck it in the knee, forcing the droid down before several more struck it. The rebel whose blaster cut the guard down left himself exposed in order to take the shots, and three of the Wookiee's other guards quickly put an end to him. Errreembuhr reached down to grasp the droid's rifle, one of his making. Though it felt small in his hands, it would do fine.

"To the warehouse," Errreembuhr stated, raising his rifle to open fire at a group heading for the ships. "We will hold there and take stock of what we have lost."

After a moment he reached for the communications module on his chest rig, opening a channel to the dropship pilots. "Return to the ship at once. Unload the provisions there and wait for my call. We may need more security."

As soon as he cut the channel the ships began takeoff, though another was struck as it began flight, igniting the rocket magazines of the dropship and causing it to erupt in flames and shrapnel. One more of Errreembuhr's guard was destroyed by a piece of the wing which severed its torso, and though they continued to take fire, the warehouse had been long secured.

After entering the doors were shut, walls unpenetrated by blaster fire, Errreembuhr sought out Agil, whom he'd left in charge of the operation here.

"Our position here is secure, Sir," the Tach-series droid pointed out as he approached. "We lost five WS droids in the outbreak of fighting but the rest have since taken position and have eliminated a number of hostiles."

"Good." He reached for the communications module again, putting out an open call to an FWC channel. "This is Errreembuhr, representative of New Plympto, to all Coalition allies in the area. I have come under attack while consolidating supplies inside the city to deliver to the refugees. If there are any friendlies in the area please respond."

"Now what do we do, Sir?" the droid asked.

"Now we wait for backup."

[member="Stardust Bloodstone"] | [member="Project Uriel"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="SN-1411"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"]

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TALUS​

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Location: Near the Mandalorian base
Objective: Regroup with crash survivors
Allies: FWC
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"], rebels
Near: [member="Gray Raxis"]
Equipment: Various EODD weaponry and grenades, 4 Kinrath-class Dropships, 32 Wyyyschokk-series Super Battle Droids



The lack of response from the fortified region ahead tipped Talus off that something was wrong. He was in the middle of running a probability of being fired on from the base when blaster fire from down below. A few bolts hit the underside of his ship, rocking it side to side as the pilot regained control.

"Should we continue to the base?" the droid asked, swerving to avoid more.

"Negative. Estimated probability of this refugee hub being hostile towards us has gone up forty-five percent. Turn the ships around."

"Understood, Commander."

It was in the moment that the pilot began to turn that they were struck at the wing by a rocket from below. Talus and his subordinates in the ship hung on to the racks above, but the dropship began to spiral out of control, with the pilot unable to stabilize. It wasn't long before the tail clipped a building, sending it crashing onto the street below.

The force of the crash shattered the forward windows, sending the pilot out and into a wall where it was crushed against stone. Talus had been tossed around the cabin, but remained functional. A quick diagnostic noted no significant damage to either circuits or armor, and his weapon had survived. It was a start. Most of the others as well were up and running, but two of the ten droids on board had been thrown into each other, crushed against their own weight with significant damage.

"Commander Talus, report in."

There was no sound with the communication. A key feature of the WS droids was their ability to soundlessly communicate over distances, something their namesake creature utilized to deadly effect when hunting prey. Talus activated the internal linked communication system as the others in his unit began to force their way out of the dropship.

"This is Talus, reporting. My ship was shot down. Transmitting coordinates now."

"We have received word from the spaceport. Our primary depot is under attack there but the area has been secured with more troops on the way. Do you require assistance on the ground?"

"Affirmative. Two of my unit are down and my pilot. We will move on foot to designated rendezvous point Charlie."

"Copy that Commander. We will meet you there."

Talus looked over to one of his subordinates, WS-6687, and with a nod, the droid moved back into the crushed hull. It retrieved the bodies of its droid compatriots, moving them into the cockpit, before placing a pair of baradium charges with them. It would do well to incinerate any EODD property that could be retrieved by the enemy, after all.

When they were ready, and a good way's away, Talus set off the charges.

 

[Garith Organa]

Location: Hyperspace (destination Onderon)
Objective: Get to Onderon and determine the situation
Allies: FWC and friends
Enemies: Enemies of the FWC and maybe a bounty hunter or two
Equipment: An older transport hardly holding together and a single common light saber with a blue color blade.

Through hyperspace, the old transport flew much smoother than one would expect. Its outer hull looked to be plagued in some spots by rust. It defiantly looked like it could be hosed down with some soap and water at least. Currently the transponder codes were not functioning? Maybe they were broken or just shut off? There was no way to currently determine its origin or if it was friendly or hostile.

There was no way to determine who was on board without it. Who was on board?

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.

Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.




"Heh-heh, got a rumbustious one myself in there, Mr Riley"....She was right behind him about to embark up her ramp .
" Just make sure they wipe their feet....just got my white carpets done." She chuckled.

Of course there were no white carpets on her dura-steel decks, and the man's droids were hover type...most likely reconnaissance, she figured.
Them at least were something she saw as useful on these types of runs. The man...well, she'd have to see. Marina trusted her queen, so the man had to be trusted as well, despite she didn't know much about him. Her quick search for his data files came up with just his name and the rest was...classified.
Hmm...

She gave the bay and her ship a once over, making sure all the fuel lines and anything else were clear of her ship before she'd take off. All was good and she was about to board herself when she thought she heard her name being called over some old announcement horn.

Turning she spotted another droid, not like the three that had just boarded, but she figured another one of Tavi's.
"Almost missed the boat..." She started to say when the droid's mannerism triggered something all too familiar. This one had the air about it that it were sentient.
Sure enough it introduced itself as [member="SN-1411"], the sentient droid she had meet at a Gala fundraiser for the very reasons she were heading today back to Onderon. The Coalition had many such events and many contributors that came throughout the galaxy to pledge resources and aid to systems such as Onderon. The FWC could not be said to not care for duress systems, as it was always a priority to acquire goods and resources to help needy systems get back on their feet.

"SN!?...Oh my God...look at you..." She took a moment to look over the droid's new body.
"Talk about changing hair color and style...you changed everything... never would have guessed it was you from across the bay..." She beamed a smile, as she was genuinely happy to see a familiar face...or more like a familiar friend with a new face and body.

"What are you doing here on system Delaya? Are you with Mr Riley, and company? " she gestured to the ship's ramp by which they had boarded.
SN wasn't with Riley but was indeed headed to Onderon on his own ship. SN explained he was going to help provide security for the FWC personnel that were actively aiding the people down planet side.

"Wow...that is awesome. We're heading there ourselves. Maybe we'll meet up someplace there. I'm about to get going...am all loaded up and engines are hot." Marina could certainly talk all day, only that time was pressing as people were in desperate need of her shipment.

It were a bit odd as to give the droid a hug, but she did, nevertheless before they parted.
"I'll see you planet side, SN....be careful!" she shouted before disappearing into her ship.

TK-1213 (her astro-mech droid) could already be heard beeping and chirping arguing with the three other droids as he was readying the Mariner IV for take off.
"Not now, TK.... what did I tell you about sharing?... now make nice with your new friends and button down all hatches." She said, slipping into her pilot chair and taking control of the ship.

In no time the Mariner rose from the pad and getting clearance from traffic control bolted across the space port to then accelerate at an acute angle up through the atmosphere and into open space.
The jump coordinates had already been set and the second she hit her window the Mariner IV jumped into hyperspace on a direct route to Oredon.

Well into hyper space, marina breathed easier. They had lost no time at all and her chance meeting with [member="SN-1411"] made her day. She thought about him a moment and hopped he would be OK once he got to Onderon. So much had gone wrong down there and somehow or other she was set on figuring out who and what was behind all this chaos.
"Shoot..." She then suddenly remembered her new companions.

"TK...check on the ship's systems and get out hyperdrive up to optimal...it looks like we're at 0.6. See about pushing us to max...o.5." And with that, she left her droid at the helm to do just that.

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"Ah...Mr Riley.... and family....heh-heh...." She chuckled seeing the man's droids buzzing about checking her ship out.

"They mapping, or just curious?" She asked Riley, seeing they had quite some time before dropping out in the Onderon system.

But they would be quick. At 0.5 hyper-speed, they were cutting time and space very quickly...it her droid got the engines up to optimal that is. Still, the Mariner IV was fast.

 

[Tavi Riley]

Drone Equipment(4 slots):

Git: electroshock probe, motion and acoustic sensors, comlink, sonar mapper

Atom: comlink, motion and acoustic sensors, thermal imagery, plasma cutter

Net: electroshock probe, computer probe, Holo Camera, comlink

Tavi stood standing against a wall, humming to himself while he explored the ship....well while his droids explored the ship. Net and Atom, where floating around just floating around, while Git was mapping the ship. Tavi had decided to give him a small punishment for what he said earlier. Apparently, he got into an argument with Marina's Astro-mech droid. He had no idea over what and didn't care really. Git liked to fool around with people...and droids.

Tavi turned his head as Git notified him of movement coming towards him. Most likely the Captain, by the footsteps. Tavi minimized all the feeds and turned his head towards Marina as she came near. He saw the way she glanced at his armor again. He just tilted his head to the side and remained silent waiting to see what she wanted. She could stare as long as she wants, the armor was going to stay. Also, Tavi felt comfortable underneath the armor. Without it, he wouldn't be able to communicate with his drones effectively....and many other reasons.

Tavi nodded his head at Marina spoke to him. Seems like she was checking up on him, or trying to get to know him more. Tavi was alright with that. As far as he was concerned every day could be his last, so getting to know a pretty lady (even though she is a pacifist) would be enjoyable.



"You don't have to call keep calling me Mr.Riley, just call me Tavi. About the drones, a little of both actually. Net and Atom are just exploring, while Git is mapping. They are also using this time to test their equipment. A little too enthusiastically for my test. Net has a weird fixation with your jacuzzi, he keeps sending me pictures of it. Atom is watching us now with the thermal. Git has been testing his electroshock probe...(Tavi paused as he saw Marina frown)... just a safety precaution it won't kill anyone, plus he is not testing it on anyone, he is shooting just the air." Tavi said.

Marina still looked skeptical, and Tavi gave a sigh. I got the feeling she doesn't like me.

"Look I know you would prefer that nobody gets hurt and we go in there make everyone happy and nothing goes wrong, but that is just a fairytale to me. People do stupid things when they are desperate, scared, and angry. I have dealt with angry mobs before on Coruscant, and none of them were pretty or ended well.....my job is to ensure that the people get these supplies, are taken care of, and also that you are safe. To make sure I can do all these things, my drones need some sort of way to defend us and themselves...I may also have to use my stun baton. " Tavi said gently.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Sunblade]

[member="Helix Syndicate"] [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

The Beasten definitely wasn’t crawling with parasites, and neither was the man sent to meet the summons of a mercenary general.

The emissary also didn’t look like much of a tribesman – or at least nothing like the idea of a tribesman, anyway. Most civilized folk imagined them running around in leather and bone, poking at animals with bone spears and grunting in whatever they considered their local equivalent of a language.

His civilian clothing was but a guise, of course, yet it worked wonders. Skills acquired by stalking through jungles applied just as well to the streets of Iziz. Didn’t take a tracker to follow the trail of expensive perfume and the description of a toydarian in fine livery.

Weren’t too many floating around the palace.

Kerom didn’t so much catch up to the pair as he interrupted their walk. And it’s only here that the game slipped – “You Clelon of Pol’Zum?” His accent lent melody to the words, but the envoy remained impassive all the same. “If you want to negotiate, it won’t be here.”

Turning on his heel, he began to march out of the palace.

A banquet during battle? Ain’t nobody got time for that.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.

Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.





"Sigh..." She had her arms folded now, finger anxiously tapping her forearm.
Something was irking her and it wasn't his companions, nor what he brought along as defense weaponry.

"Stun batons... flash and shock grenades are all good...Tavi." She made sure to pronounce his name.

" And likewise, you can call me Marina...or, 'hey you'... it's all fine with me, so you know. And no, I'm not looking to bust your-...Ahem... chops..." She rolled her eyes.

"But I like to look into someone's eyes when I'm talking with them...unless we're out in open space or stuck on an asteroid and I'm sealed tight in my own hermetic suit too...." She formed a half smile...left side of her features. She did that to reserve the full smile for what she expected him to do.

"Sooo....would be nice to look into your 3 eyes...or do you posses more under there?" She raised her eyebrow, indicative of possibly coaxing him to remove his helmet.

"It's going to be quite a few hours before we drop out of hyperspace and into the Onderon system. It's quite safe to assume we didn't pick up hitch hikers clinging outside the hull waiting for a chance to breech us...so, mind if I get to see who my companion looks like?" She asked.

It were not just curiosity that wanted to see what Tavi looked like, it were more that they had a few hours to take advantage of in forming some plans and counter-plans as to how to infiltrate Onderon system without getting fired upon and if so, what would be their counter measure.
Marina already had a few key locations that were awaiting her supplies. They were outside the main city hubs...remote suburbs, farming towns, remote safe zones like hospitals and developmental centers which housed orphans, and pretty much every community that had been robbed of previous supplies that had been entrusted to local authorities. As it stood, even the local police and many so called allies were not to be trusted. She had been duped by whom ever was behind all this civil unrest on Onderon, and she certainly wasn't going to be played again. If she had too, she'd circumvent everyone... everyone, to get her supplies to the people.

She was only to trust Coalition forces and allies in not shooting her down, but not to hand over her goods to them.

"We're in this venture equally...we may die together the moment we break into Onderon space. Intelligence has reported amassed fleets of ships. many are reported to be Mandalorean. There is a high probability that as many as half of them are not one bit friendly at all...
So no... I'm not in my fairy tale mood on this one, no." Marina gave him the condensed version of what she had been briefed on. Something which she could not speak of until they were underway, for fear of spies about on Delaya.



[member="Tavi Riley"]

 

[Maeve Ar'klim]

Objective: Provide aid and supplies
Allies, FWC
Enemies - unknown
Location: The Highlands

She could have jumped for joy at finally landing without that little bounce that happened so often. She immediately headed back to look at the First Responders. Mandalorians almost all a few Alderaani, Twi'leks, and a few Atrisians.

She gave them a hopeful smile, "All the communications were overlapping and garbled. Hard to know what we are facing but always remember the missions help those in need." The First Responders were the brain child of MandalMedical a way to help Mandalorians. A way to show another side to mandalorians. Only when hospitals were set up it grew. They became the interns for new hospitals, the helping hand in disasters, and now they were here to provide aide.

It gave her a warm feeling.

The door of the ship dropped down, and the back dropped to allow the ambulances and air speeders out. Maeve proud of herself could see a group coming towards them. She smiled and waved and she rushed out.

A large man with brutish hands was coming for her. She thought they were happy but the look on his face was anger. "ut oh" she whispered as she stopped in her tracks looking ahead.

Her voice shaking ever so slightly, "Can I help you?" He moved closer his size made her feel like a dwarf and his strength made her weak. She swallowed hard.

"You have supplies" It was a demand not a question.

"yes sir" Always obedient to provide answers to her elders. "If you want to come in we have them to share with everyone."

He turned and waved his hands in the air. Maeve looked beyond, there were more men coming. She had never felt so frightened what was she to do?

 

[Delila Castillon]

Xin Boa | Gear : Rebel Corusca Ring - AE-AS3 Armor - VT Bolt Blaster - VT LRS Rifle | Location : Atmosphere Above Onderon | Allies : FWC, Xin Boa, Skreech | Enemies : TBD




[SIZE=9pt]Alderaan had been a bust. When they had arrived the planet had been mobbed and even with the stealth capabilities of the Crimson Dahlia[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she had been nervous about being blown straight out of the sky. Ultimately she had received message after message about other conflicts. Alderaan was a loss but there was the chance for planets in the area. Onderon had been decided on .Despite being a security consultant for the Royal House it was first she had heard of an uprising in the area. Small underground terrorist movements gaining traction no doubt. With the Sith attacking the area it was the perfect time for these types to strike. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Xin had been quiet during the short trip. Quiet and pensive enough that Skreech sought her out, following her around like a little shadow as she poked around her hidey-holes for any more weapons or explosives. Nothing had turned up that would prove itself useful but it had helped her pass the time beyond checking the weapons she did have on hand. The monkey-lizard was perched over her shoulder in the cockpit as she studied the messages that did come through. Her hand absently reached up towards Skreech, giving over her extra piece of nerf jerky as her mouth still chewed on her last piece. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]She was going to have to get in General Castillon mode.The redhead wasn’t sure if that was something she could even do. The true Rebel Alliance had come and gone long ago. She had made a name for herself in military circles as having a penchant for causing as many loud explosions as possible - heavy ordnance was her game. This was going to be different. Urban combat, slinking around, sheer numbers. Message sent out to the troops on Onderon, notifying the ground of her impending arrival. It wouldn’t hit until the Dahlia left hyperspace in a few short minutes - best not to waste time during reversion. ‘Send’ was hit and she straightened up, knowing they were about to hit realspace once again. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Eyes drifted over to Xin. They had barely spoke during the short trip from Alderaan to Onderon - unusual for the pair. Delila was torn between trying to be of some help to leaving the situation alone. Secretly he was beginning to make her nervous. Something beyond the usual pre-’Sith might kill us’ jitters was occurring. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Alarm signaled their proximity to reverting in under the next two minutes. Dells took her eyes off Xin and moved to strap herself in and assume control of the Dahlia if needed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]“Xin?You okay?” There was a pause. “We can turn around.Hit the outer rim.”[/SIZE]

 

[Tavi Riley]

Tavi tilted his head to the side and looked at Marina, while he contemplated what she said. So she simply wanted to look at his eyes when she talked to him? He didn't like this at all.Tavi frowned from underneath his helmet and drummed his fingers on his right arm. He like keeping the helmet on while he talked to people, they never were able to completely read him. Plus, it was comforting to see what his drones see, and also be able to talk to them. Without it, everything just seemed dull and he just felt.....alone.

Tavi stood against the wall in thought, until he realized he hadn't said anything for a bit, and she was still waiting for him to say something or do something. He fidgeted with his fingers for another few seconds, before deciding he might as well take it off. She was afterall his superior officer on this mission.Tavi gave a sigh and slowly detached his helmet from the suit, and felt the taste of stale unfiltered air go into his lungs. As he cradled the helmet in his hands His eyes adjusted from the constant imagery of his HUD to reality.

When Tavi took off his helmet, Marina was introduced to a young human face around her age. His light blue eyes were small, spaced evenly, and beneath well-trimmed eyebrows. His lips were seemed a little big on his face and were set in a stoic expression. He had a slight goatee on his face, with some stubble around his jawline. He looked at Marina and gave her a forced small smile, and then went back to inspecting his helmet.

"Huh 3 eyes? They didn't tell you I was human? Thought they would have briefed you about me a little bit. Ex Coruscant Security Force, dishonobly discharged, scourge of smugglers and miscreants yada yada." Tavi said as he turned the helmet over in his hands. "Well, I hope your curiosity is satisfied...(Snap)...real funny Net. Delete that."

A drone floated by taking one more picture, before hovering away giving happy beeps and chirps. Tavi shook his head, giving a slight chuckle. He then turned to Marina, with a small smile. Yet this one didn't seem that forced.


[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Location: Onderon - Iziz, Royal Palace
Objective: Maintain Free Worlds Coalition Control, Entrench
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies:

Deployed: Small, Medium, and Heavy Starfighters

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Sunblade"]

PALACE

"Hm? A beast rider, you don't say. Haven't had the chance to peel one of them apart. . ."

The Arkanian blew another cloud of cigarra smoke out through the side of his mouth and glanced sidelong at Clelon.

"For science."

Suddenly, a man appeared through the throng, got Clelon's attention, and proceeded to guide them away from the party. The Arkanian raised one of his long, bushy eyebrows, then followed, boots clunking rhythmically, power armor whirring softly. Sporting a mohawk, a scar over one eye, and sharply pointed ears, Altunen didn't exactly fit in anyway, so small loss he figured.

"That the Beasten? I don't see any parasites," he muttered conspiratorially to Clelon.

 

[Mercutio]

Posts: 1
Companion: Ra

Merc sat atop one of the crates swinging his feet back and forth

"Boss, you do know that the ones you seek to aid may very well end up being the ones to turn guns on us, right? I mean.. you've been training me to take people out ninety percent of the time and the other ten on things like 'ethics.' Some big bad assassins we are, rolling over and showing our bellies at the first sign of someone crying 'no fair!' Why don't we use these supplies as a trap? Drop them behind enemy lines or where the fighting is thickest, make it look like an accident. And instead of food or guns when the enemy opens it up: BOOM! Less Rebels?"

He wasn't much of a strategist, but he always did prefer a direct underhanded approach, some might say was genius..

 

[Garith Organa]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace (Onderon System)
Objective: Get to Onderon and determine the situation. Also not get his passengers killed.
Allies: FWC and friends
Enemies: Enemies of the FWC and maybe a bounty hunter or two
Equipment: An older light transport hardly holding together, a single common lightsaber, and no troops. Cargo… 1 prisoner (slaver) 6 Hapen female civilians between the ages of 15 to 18 (was previously enslaved by the slaver)

Dancing streaks of lights rolled passed to multiple single fixed points. Through cockpit Garith could see the planet of Onderon and captainships all around it. Still there was much damage to the ship still. There was no way he could fix the transponder to show friend or foe codes. The shields were barely holding and sustained fire would collapse them. That would suck considering it would mean death for him and his passengers.

He hoped the transport was flying slow enough speeds to not seem aggressive?​

Luckily the comlink system was still working.​

Using a wide beam transmission because he did not know what faction currently is in control of the space above Onderon.

“To all whom maybe listening this is Prince Garith Organa of Alderaan. Brother to Queen [member="Faith Organa"] and current Grand Master of the Alderaan Jedi. Please do not fire on this vessel. During confiscation of this vessel it sustained heavy damage from slavers and pirates. Current cargo besides myself, one slavery prisoner, and six freed female Hapen civilians, I think between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. Sensor readings on landing gear…I reading there is some damage to it. Life support is waning and I will need to land soon.”

From there Garith quietly prayed someone friendly was listening.​

OOC: Listing people that might hear this transmission and keep the light transport from being shot at. It was a wide band transmission in the Onderon System and cloud be considered a distress call. Anyone not tagged and wishing to respond can. More then one person can respond if they wish. I do not know if the bounties put on the Organa family include Garith JR but if it is interaction with bounty hunters is fine as well.

@Ra'a'mah @Gray Raxis [member="Maeve Ar'klim"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.
Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.



"Well, how could a girl tell how many eyes are behind the iron mug...3...7...10 eyes?..." She chuckled.

"Two's fine. Does make it easy on my own to focus on, like now when we are talking." She gestured with two fingers from her eyes to his.

"Although I could guess your boys make up the rest..." Marina walked over to the counter, as they were in the center of the ship, the galley.
She then went ahead to dispense what smelled like stim-caf, adding sweetener and cream.

"Hmm...a scoundrel with a cause..." She more or less spoke out loud, trying to figure out as to why her queen had paired her with Tavi.

"Ingenious...heh-heh...didn't think she thought on those levels...
But yea, someone with your unique background is what's needed to navigate through corrupt officials on the take. Who's fueling this, is still up in the air...but no doubt it'll show it's ugly head once we're down there opposing what it thinks it's now their domain...." She turned, before sipping her drink.

Sure, it made perfect sense now. The queen knew somehow of Marina's connection with the Underworld. Well, it were pretty hard to completely cover up the fact that her best friend [member="Mariya Fleischer"] had her roots in the Underworld. Not to mention Marina herself spending quite some time among the top guns on Nar Shadda...pirates, mercenaries...
Ok, so she had many friends and in places one would not expect the likes of her to be found in. But she had indeed made many friends when she had to put her ship down in that system in an emergency landing. By the will of the gods, she had actually been taken in as part of them, despite the fact she was a pacifist. They all found that amusing and even went about training her in their line of expertise, while she bonded with whom would become her best friend.
Naturally, Marina had thought she had kept that on the down low, not letting her family or anyone on Alderaan know of her unique associates. She just got proved wrong.

"This union will work out much better than I thought, Tavi.
I need to get through to isolated areas, and will need another set of eyes in back of my head. I'm counting on a lot of opposition underestimating me, but I still need to get close and personal on the ground. That's the tricky part...dealing with the unknown." She spoke, forming a game plan, knowing now the extent of the man's capabilities that she was paired up with.

"I gave my trust to whom Onderon by democratic vote had elected as their officials and administrators. But they duped me, the FWC and our allies. All the aid and support we have given to Onderon since their inception to the FWC have been appropriated by these corrupt officials, either taken off world, or destroyed altogether giving the impression that the FWC gave no support or aid whatsoever. Naturally, using propaganda to influence those whom these corrupt officials affected, fueled this rebellion.
I wouldn't put it past the lowest scum of this galaxy, as the ones behind all this."

And so time ebbed away, as they discussed what had happened and what they were set on doing once they reached Onderon.

____________________________ ~ ~ ~ ~ ________________________________​

Hour's later...

The Mariner IV dropped out of hyperspace, having made good time at 0.5 hyper-speed, just 35,000 km distant from the planet's Southern pole.

Marina had gotten intel from home that the pole regions were pretty much clear of any military vessels. Her sub-drive had kicked in as the main hyper-drives went off line, giving the Mariner a seamless trajectory toward the planet's Southern hemisphere. Marina had engaged her sub-light drives at 0.01 sub-light speed narrowing that 15,000 km to a mere ...4...3...2..1.. seconds before she slammed it into the atmosphere.
Well it may have felt that way, as she used full thrust when she spun her ship at the last 1.2 seconds to brake... then plunging it back down at an acute angle to cut through the lower sphere to level it at mach 5, sounding off like a small nuclear explosion in the distance.
The Mariner IV had arrived like a hammer hitting the anvil.

And this distraction was all part of her plan.
Sure, many knew she could talk...but very few knew she could do the walk...







[member="Tavi Riley"]