Freedom For Felacat | CIS Dominion of Felacat {X-46}

[Maple Harte]

Arrived in: Scarlet Phantom (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/124563-scarlet-phantom-modified-h-type-nubian-yacht/)

Wearing: Sasori Light Armor (Black Color) (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41261-sasori-explorers-bodysuit/)

Armed with: Uri's Cane (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/124421-uris-cane/)

Wild Space Outback Rifle (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/119762-wild-space-outback-rifle/)

Objective:BYOO

She was back here, in the twisted, mottled chamber. It was back. It was back.

She saw the pit in the middle of the muscled, bloody colored chamber, swirling with a bright purple fire. There were three tunnels this time. She'd have five minutes. Most of the time she did, anyway.

She was clad in a tattered white dress, and was already on the verge of a panic attack.

The tunnels to the rest of this hell was relatively close by. She'd have to be quiet. She creapt, back against fleshy walls, eyes keeping for any sign of the creature in that would emerge from the flames. Her eyes were glued to the swirling purple fire as she went as quietly as she could. She was numb with fear, could feel her heart thudding in the ears as she got ever closer to it. Too loud a noise and it would emerge early. Sometimes it would emerge early anyway.

She was just a few meters away from one of the fleshy tunnel entrance when she saw a lavender, emaciated hand with overly long, spindly fingers shoot ot of the fire and she broke into a run, not daring to look behind her. She heard it in her head. Heard it in her ears too as she raced down the twisty passage full of angles and geometries where there should not be, the ground heating up.

SillysillyUrithinksshecanrunfrommebutthereisnorunningnonotforyoulovelylovelyUri

Maple hid behind a pillar of bone, refusing to wimper even as a thick, disgusting black ooze bled from the ceiling and on her face. She heard it, but did not see it from her vantage point. But it was skittering down the corridors, looking for her.

GiveyourselftotheDarkSideUriIamtheonlyonewhocanrealizeyourtruecallingYouhaveresistedmeforyearsandforwhatStubbornprideUristubbornpride

Maple creapt along the fleshy tunnel, quiet as a mouse. More of the ceiling began to bleed black ooze that had no smell, but made her shiver every time it touched her skin.

Ionlywishtofufilyourfullpotentialbutthehorrorinyoumustbebroughtoutyourhorroranddeliciousmadness

Her eyes darted behind her. She saw only shadows behind her and could not tell what might be concealing itself within.

A skittering sound from a tunnel to her right forced her into a passage to her left where she shivered as she saw nothing but a row of coffins. The smell of rotting flesh entered her nostrils and she hid behind one of them as she heard the skittering sound enter the chamber itself.

The skittering sound traveled a bit further. Maple shifted silently, moving her head out as far as she dared.

She could not see it. She shifted, creapt to another hiding spot and waited, hearing the skittering sound move on the ceiling. Maple, trembling looked up, saw a flicker of lavender skin in the shadows above.

Maple creapt a little further along the coffin rows, trying to stay ahead of it.

LovelyUridonotfleeIamyoursalvationthekeytobreakingallofyourchainsGivein.

More ooze dripped on her as she creapt into another passage but this one was longer and split off into three directions.

She heard the skittering sound from behind and creapt quickly into the left tunnel. It was nothing but a pool of gore. Hiding in it was preferable to it catching her. She waded in, forcing her nausea aside and waded past a floating, dirty pile of rotting meat. She could not tell what it had once been.

She held her breath and submerged inthe blood, but even then she could hear it. She felt a severed finger float past her ankle, felt something squishy and slick under her feet. It skittered directly above her.

Youwillbefound

All of Maple's training didn't let her flinch as she heard something heavy disturb the surface of the pool. Then it went silent.

A large splash, sent her jumping out of the pool screaming as she fled down the dark, fleshy tunnel of unnatural geometry.

ThereyouarelovelyUri Its voice was a deathly hiss as she heard the skittering sound chase her. She dared not look behind her.

YOUAREMYDESCIPLE.MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE-- ir doned, its hissing voice taking on a demonic drone.

Maple started screaming uncontrollably as she ran through a now pitch black tunnel, black ooze now bleeding everywhere, ice cold to the touch. The sound grew closer.

MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE--

"DOASHIM!" Maple screamed in desperation.

YOURPATHETICSPIRITCANNOTHEREYOUHEISAGHOSTPLAYINGATGODHOOD

Maple leapt as pat of the floor collapsed ahead. She barely made it to the other side.

IOFFERYOUTHEULTIMATEGIFTIOFFERTHEDARKNESSANDITSSECRETSANDITSBLOODANDIWILLNOTLETTHOSEMAGICALLYDESTITUTEWITCHESKEEPYOUYOUAREMINE it roared in her head, making her knees almost buckle in terror as she ran, ice cold to her very bones, covered in the black, chilling sludge. She couldn't stop screaming at this point, completely incoherent with fear.

A skittering ahead of her made her stumble, slip, hit her head on a fleshy, muscled floor. She saw it crawl over her on the ceilin, an emaciated, faceless Togrutan woman, covered in ritual scarification everywhere. Its head twisted three hundred and sixty degrees and the skin was stretched so tight she could see the skull underneath the face. She just kept screaming as it dropped, deliberately breaking its own limbs to twist backwards and land over her a shattered limb with broken, overly long fingers clamped over her and she went dead silent.

MuchmuchbetterlovelyUri

Maple was paralyzed in terror, smelling blood on withered, wrinkled skin. She could barely breath.

ThetimehascometostoptoyingwithyounowIgrantyouaboonforbeingsosubmissiveohyoulearnsoquicklydon'tyoulovelyUri.

The black sludge tightened around her, drawing the quivering Maple up the wall and securing her there. The broken limbed creature rose, twisting and unsnapping its bones, curiously unadorned in the same sludge that now drenched everything else.

Onlythroughpainandsufferingwillyoubereforgedanew it said, grabbing her right hand, the same that bore the brand of Doashim.

YoushallbearmymarkforasDoashimwouldsayYOUAREMINE

Maple shrieked in pain as her right palm sizzled, a burning purple, glowing crescent carving itself into her palm.

She jerked as information was forced onto a mind nearly insane with fear.

The creature shivered, thrashed as its body mass filled out. The ribs look surrounded by a little more meat, fingers shrinking to normal lengths. It still looked Malnourished, but not to the point it was just skin hanging onto bones.

Thefirststephasbeentaken

"I hate you." Maple said through the shiver.

IknowanditpleasesmelovelyUriYouwillmakeafinestudentformyends

Maple shivered as it touched her face.

ButyouwillalsothankmesomedayNowonelastthing....GotoFelacat

Maple screamed as a finger punched through her cheek...

...and Maple was thrashing around in her bed shrieking. It was three hours before she stopped crying. The Mind-Binder had thrown down the gauntlet.

Later on...

The Scarlet Phantom exited out of hyperspace, Maple haggard and wide eyed with terror, clad in her black light armor. She would occasionally stare at the strange, jagged looking crescent cut deeply into her palm. It had said go to Felacat. It had not given directions. She didn't even know the CIS was here until the IFF painted them as friendlies. She transmitted her id as a CIS aligned Bounty Hunter to get through the blockade, she saw enemy fighters and in a fit of pique activated the turbolasers hidden on the front of the vessel. She plunged forward, firing red bolts into enemy starfighters, gunning the the engines to their maximum as she gave a war cry of pure rage, taking out all her frustration on anything inbetween her and that planet that looked like an enemy starfighter. The Scarlet Phantom was a red bullet darting towards an unfamiliar land, firing red, enraged streaks ahead of it as it swerved to avoid oncoming debris, but barely. This kind of speed with only "average" manuverability? One wouldn't feel it. That much could be said if slammed into large enough debris. A bunch of bright fireballs lit up ahead of the Blood Rocket before it finally cleared the wave of fighters. Her palm burned, getting hotter as she got closer to where she was supposed to be.

As she descended through the atmosphere, she tried to unscramble just what had been put in her head. The most she could dig up was some sort of spell. She wasn't sure what the witch's game was any longer. It had never done anything like this before.

She was gripping her old sabercane, trembling as she landed in what looked like a field of stone ruins, taking that rifle pistol just in case. Fear matted her hair to her scalp, her chest icy with adrenaline.

She sensed a pollution. That was the only proper way to describe it. Not a disturbance. Not a presence. A pollution. A pollution of the Dark Side.

Maple's sabercane flashed viridian shoto blades, one from the bottom of the cane, the other from the bottom of the handle.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Maple screamed, watching explosions in the sky overhead. Some crashing fighters had hit uncomfortably close.

"A great way to kick things off, isn't it?"

Maple turned around.

It was the purple-eyed woman, Her bodysuit a strange, off-white color. Her hair was very black and stopped at the neck, covering the ears and forehead messily. In her hand was a black, jeweled double-bladed lightsaber.

"Our first proper introduction. Underneath a slaughter. All that death...feels normal, doesn't it?" the woman asked with a rasp, her pale beauty marred by lacking a vital quality in the eyes.

"I'm only going to ask once..." Maple growled. "Are you The Mind-Binder?"

This earned her only a petty, cruel smile and a short answer.

"Not yet."

Maple charge with a roar, swinging her cane like a pickaxe at the purple eyed woman's face. A violet blade erupted from one end of her DBL and deflected it with a soresu-mimicking parry in the Niman Style. Maple wasn't surprised by the choice. Or by the harsh laughter that erupted from the Woman, who activated the other purple blade on her weapon as Maple twirled her cane in a deadly arc in front of her, the shaft raised in a vertical strike that she easily deflected and retreated through the stone ruins. Maple swiping at the woman's weapon arm, but she simply retreated further.

"Your madness is a gift. A gift to your whole family. It has a purpose. A glorious purpose..." the Purple-Eyed Woman hissed. "It need only embrace darkness to complete itself."

Maple screamed and made a thrust at the location of the Woman's heart. The Woman dodged it, back flipping with a feline grace away from the shoto from the cane's mane shaft, giving ground, and parrying and dodging as Maple attacked the Woman with renewed ferocity...

 

[Dhakarta]

Location: Coastal Felacat, Ruins​

Objective: Fuel Alchemy of the Flesh​

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The Holocron of Dam Powl was proving to be enlightening. Often frustrating, but enlightening all the same. There were of course the basic problems of approaching the force in different ways, but if you could translate that, could find how it related.. Ah the questions it raised, the possibilities. Part of Dhakarta mourned the fact that Dam Powl was long dead, because she was certain the Cathar would have made an excellent colleague, someone who could open your eyes just over a cup of tea. Still, at least enough of the Je'daii lived on in the holocron to show her where to begin, what questions to ask.

One of the more frustrating issues she had run into was, to put it bluntly, legality and morality. Dhakarta didn't feel she was in mad scientist territory yet, nor stepping into the realm of the Sith, but all of these 'rights' and restrictions were starting to get vexing. It was true she probably ought to start her tinkering on non-sentients, but so much of Dam Powls work had been to do with the sentient mind that it seemed like a waste of time to take such baby steps. Start big or why bother starting at all? Waste of time and resources.

The liberating of Felacat provided some possible solutions to her problems however. When she'd been informed of the upcoming operation she had of course started doing her research. It was one thing if you were going in as part of an infantry troop, just a grunt, to land without knowing everything. Then you were just told your enemy, pointed, and off you went. With all the solo work she'd been doing however, it was best if she knew what she was dropping into, picked a worthwhile and achievable target. And while originally she'd had every intention of helping with the general objectives, killing Trandoshans etc, what she'd turned up had been too good to resist.

Porporites.

What rights did an extinct group have? None as far as she could tell, at least not in these systems. They weren't native to Felacat, but it had been one of the planets they'd assaulted during the drug-induced ravaging of this corner of the galaxy, until they'd been slaughtered to a being by the Gank in any case. It had taken her several days to pinpoint a likely place to find remains. She'd narrowed her search somewhat by assuming the cetaceous beings would stick closer to the shoreline than the interior, but Felacat had quite a bit of water so there'd still been many possibilities. All the same she felt good about her choice. Both the research she'd done and the time she spent meditating and attuning herself to her quarry gave no indication that this was the wrong spot.

As she'd stepped off the ship she'd come on and entered the ruins, she looked about. In better shape then they had any right to be all things considered. It was a surprise that they'd not been rebuilt and resettled although.. She closed her eyes and reached out to the earth around her. Eyes snapped open and she nodded to herself. Yes that would do it. There was a scar here. Only an echo now, almost healed. Soon this place might be resettled and they would wonder why it had taken so long. Even those who weren't force sensitive were usually kept away by wounds in the force, feeling the uneasiness of a screaming world on some level, even if they were largely blind and deaf. She grinned wolfishly. It boded well for her search though. From what she'd read of the porporites when they'd been on their rampage, they were exactly the sort who would slaughter on a scale and in ways that could cause a wound, and when they themselves were wiped out not long after, their madness would have been added to the pain.

Very good.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: 3 (Supply the Resistance)
Allies: CIS
Enemies: TBD

This week's lump sum was a little limited in amount but he had no choice but to accept payment and the new regime would disburse the remaining balance if the resistance is successful. Now, for the refugees: he could always write off the expense for the remainder of the cargo's value, while the frozen stuff will more likely be on hand for them. In fact, it was necessary for them to get the cargo underway. Just because the cargo was in a frozen section of the hold didn't mean the cargo was readily usable or cookable; he was taking off and, once again, getting caught in the crossfire once again, and the nightmare that ensued would likely force them to land somewhere they haven't intended to. The barge took more hits and they had to take to evasive maneuvers to avoid as much of the anti-aircraft fire as was possible, but there has come a point where decisions have to be made regarding the food and where to land it: landing the food could mean they could arrive in safety somewhere, even though where it could be might have an impact on future moves.

"Shields down to 10%" the pilot told Ugohr.

 

[Dhakarta]

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Location: Coastal Felacat, Ruins​

Objective: Fuel Alchemy of the Flesh​

She hadn't come alone, for all that as far as she knew she was the only sentient breathing in these ruins. She'd requisitioned two droids for the trip. One a protocol droid with extensive knowledge on geology and fossils, the other a labour droid, built for digging and excavating smaller sites. After all, a few days of looking things up on the Holonet did not an expert make, something more beings really ought to keep in mind.

"What do you think?"

"Oh! Mistress I certainly wouldn't presume to-"

Dhakarta waved dismissively. Protocol droids. "About the likelihood of finding the samples we're looking for, a good place to start."

"Oh! Of course! In that case I would say we're extremely lucky! Our odds are higher than average in this place, the rivers you see. Lakes would be more ideal for the formation and preservation of course, as I'm sure you're aware, but I ought to be able to locate an area currently terrestrial that used to be shallow water. The sediments of such a place would help prevent oxidization in order to-"

"Good. Do that. I want to have a look in the ruins. Raise me on the comms if you find anything or run into trouble."

"Of course Mistress! Wait, trouble? Are you anticipating-" but Dhakarta was already striding off. Some droids were basically people. Protocol droids just happened to be people she'd rather punch in the face than have to deal with.

Walking the ghost city was.. interesting to say the least. This place that had once been bustling, where Felacatians had lived and loved, quarreled and raised families. Anything wooden, cloth, leather or the like hadn't survived, but it was odd to look in a building and see sagging furniture or the mostly clean lines of a counter. Other places showed clear sign of strife. Gashes like clawmarks, holes from shooting, some kinetic and some energy. Collapsed buildings here and there. Some had been washed away entirely when the falls and rivers shifted without sentients to guide and restrain them. Nature, moving in, reclaiming. Even more than the water, plants ran rampant, verdant greenery growing wild. Feeling more a witch than a mando in that moment, Dhakarta removed her helm and breathed in deeply. Plant life and decay, water, humidity. Eventually she might want the controlled temperature of her helmet again, but for now it was good to connect, to be a part of the Web.

She could almost imagine the inhabitants, superimposing their ghost-like forms over the scenes around her. A twinge in the web, an echo in the force, drew her over to a mostly collapsed building, one which had obviously, at least to one with some experience in such things, fallen to shelling and direct damage rather than neglect..

 

[Skeeno Purrs]

Skeeno had went inwards, he thought and thought away. Those bulbous eyes scanned the horizon of his warship, it was beautiful. That was what he thought, the raw beauty of firepower. The thundering of his warship as guns tore to shreds light vessels, each Turbolaser could reap a bounty of thousands of lives if he were to point them to the ground. Tear the very land into nothing more than craters, that was the power he commanded. It was intoxicating, even better than anything one could imagine.

Another flash of light burst through the stars as the reactor of a vessel was breached, washing over the fighting fleet and barraging the shields of their warships. Taking out a few antenna as well, to minor annoyance.

"Bring forward the Munificent. They have been pests enough, end this."

The Rodian's lisp commands were firm. Though that was quite unnecessary when his entire fleet was practically manned by droids and a handful of organics commanding the strongest warships.

But with that his forces made a savage advance, the Munificent kicked their engines to full and blared ahead. The raw amount of Turbolasers allowed a light-show of raw destruction, the thundering blasts of their heavy prow cannons more than enough to shred a lighter vessel into nothing more than debris. Dangerous, at this level. It is not unlikely that shards of warships would fall to the ground as miniature asteroids.

"Acceptable", Skeeno thought collateral was apart of waging war.

The blockade was already broken, but still he assaulted. Showing an utterly bloodthirsty and vicious nature more than befitting to a Rodian. Such was how the Admiral worked, he had traded the trade-mark hunting rifle of a Rodian or the vicious speargun for thundering warships that dwarfed the firepower of his kin. Kin he hadn't seen in ages, but that held no more weight in his mind.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Objective: BYOO - Kick Butt/Take Names
Tag: [member="Mavrek Kordalas"]
Location: City Proper [Headed Toward a Spice Den/Brothel]
Post: 1

“Ah’m here—calm your chickens Mavrek.”

Daisy wasn’t quite used to the Mandalorian Protector armor yet, so, she had chosen to wear the deep purple and white that she had grown to love. She knew it well, every weapon, every scratch, every strength and weakness. They had a job to do here on Felacat and the young woman intended to see it through. Rather than bring in their newly minted gunship they’d snuck to the surface in cargo crates. The statuesque blonde felt like she’d been popped out of a sardine can by the time everything was said and done.

Somewhere along the way, their crates had been left in different warehouses so Daisy was left to find her partner in crime. She moved through the shadows, surprisingly adept at staying out of sight, until she saw the familiar armor of [member="Mavrek Kordalas"]. He was standing right out in the open. Figures. “You’re not even gunna try and be coy about this are you? Just guns a blazin’?”, she questioned teasingly, her accent thick even through the vocal modulators of her helmet.

They were meant to cause some sort of distraction so the big wigs could take the capital and support the resistance. The blockade was another story entirely. That would be up to the navy boys. Daisy liked her boots on good ole terra firma versus dogfighting in the skies. It never ended well. At least, not for her, and rarely for those she fought against. She wasn’t above ramming her starship into an enemy craft to pick up a win. A ship was just a ship and that was exactly what jet packs were made for.

“Intel states that there is a flop house where the slavers take their spice and their girls. Due north. Seems like a good place to cause a panic—Ya reckon?”

Who didn’t want to shoot up a brothel on occasion? The typically sunshine sweet Daisy Americus was armed to the teeth. From grenades, to flash bombs, to slugthrowers, flamethrowers, and wrist rockets she was entirely prepared. No one would expect such a sweet southern spacey to hit like a battering ram but she had a mean right hook. “Let’s move.”, she intoned, and began to move up the empty streets, raising a high-powered disruptor rifle. She let the butt of the weapon rest against her shoulder for stability and followed the interactive display in her helmet to observe movement from her peripherals. The streets were so empty, so quiet, it was almost scary.

The young Americus did not know that [member="Scherezade deWinter"] was present or she might have sought her out. Her forcie hocus pocus was good enough to get by most of the time, however, it wasn’t good enough to pick up a familiar presence when she wasn’t specifically looking for it.

When the brothel was in sight the Mandalorian woman paused. “Do you want to do the honors? Ah’m in a mood to kick some teeth in after that cargo crate but ah wouldn’t want to be rude.”

Slavery, in Daisy’s eyes, was an awful and archaic practice. These Trandoshan-monsters had proven that they couldn’t be reasoned with. They reacted with violence over words and it seemed that the Confederacy would now respond in kind. They’d had their chance.

Now it was their turn.

 

[Daxton Bane]

“Sir. Its a negative on close air support. They are taking too much ground fire.” The comms officer reported to Daxton as they ducked behind the rubble.

The Sith Lord popped up and released a volley before duckimg back down. “Did you mention we have an enemy company, perhaps two , is about to overrun our position?”

“I did. They suggested we undergo a tactical retreat to prevent us from being over run.”

It was fortunate that the reflective faceplate hid his features because had he seen Daxton’s scowl he would probably have voided his bowels in fear. “Retreat? Do they even realize who is leading this team? All squad members brace yourselves, its about to get crazy.”

Over the comms, the squad members acknowledged their orders and tried to find a secure enough position. Experience taught them to not question the Sith Lord’s methods and tactics, especially not when he got denied.

Reaching to the Force, Daxton began chanting softly under his breath, coils of power touching the earth and doing his bidding. Then the ground began to tremble and shake, a tremor of surpring strength. Then with no warning geysers of earth and rock erupted on the enemy’s postion. Men and war material were thrown skyward with such violence as if a massive giant hand launched them into the air.

But getting thrown into the air was the issue, it was how you landed as was evidenced by the bone jarring crunch that some made when they returned from their flight. The slavers soon beat a retreat, dragging their wounded with them, as Daxton leaned back against the rubble, the spell having taken much out of him.

“Get back on the comms and get us some reinforcements up here.”

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Starport 7-Delta | Post Theme: Look to Your Orb for the Warning​

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This was a really bad plan.

Unfortunately, it was also the only plan.

The small BB unit was working at welding a hairline fracture that had formed on one of the landing struts. And while it legitimately was performing that task, it's ocular sensor was tracking the movement of the sentry patrol as it passed by the docking bay once more. As the Transdoshan security rounded the corner, the droid gave a warbling chirp to alert the rag-tag team inside of the Alderaan Queen.

The Felacatians started pouring out of the Corellian freighter like ants, forming a humanoid chain that was off-loading stores and supplies from out of the smuggling compartments tucked away inside of the ship.

The docking bay was open to the skyline, with several buildings around the surrounding Bilgewater support complex looking down on the starport. There were several interconnecting bays, for transferring cargo and fuel between ships, making the Queen's location one with any number of possible vantage points.

In short, they were just waiting to get caught. It was a when, not an if.

The sound of repulsorlifts rolled like thunder in the air, craning his head back to gaze up at the sky, the tow-headed Anzat shielded his eyes against the sun as he watched starfighters taking off from the starport and rising up into the air.

The Confederate assault on the blockade must have begun. In which case, at least air support was less of a worry.

A shrill whistle from BB-4 was the boy's warning. Spinning around, the youngling's hand pulled the blaster from the holster, leveled it and fired three shots in rapid succession.

The first was tracking a little wild, but it helped him to zero in for the shot that followed. That caught the Trandoshan sentry in the shoulder. The next struck him in the head.

The remaining sentry was giving the alarm, firing back at the youngling as the two traded volleys. "Keep moving those supplies," the boy called over to the Felacatians, adding, "I've got you covered!"

...now, who had him covered?

 

[Syn Blacken]

Objective - Head Hunting/Free Slave​

Syn decided to refrain from joining in on the rescuing of Royals. Instead using Intel gathered by the CIS he planned on hitting a number of Slave Depots and Slaver Encampments within the city and nearby. All with a single goal in mind.

To gather as much Trandoshan heads as possible, or at least as much as he could gather. Of course this meant he'd have to rescue the slaves too as a result, he'd basically be doing two great things at once.

Syn was on his way to the first Depot and he'd already killed a few Slavers. Of course they didn't count towards his general Slaver head count for simple reasons. If he included them before he even began the game, that'd take out some of the fun.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to take their lizard heads. In an odd sort of way, the hunters became the hunted. Soon even the brutal Slavers would see real savagery in the form of a lone Mandalorian.

He'd brought a extra blades in case their hard skin cause any issues. Syn would also most certainly need to clean his armor after this, which ever color they bled was going to be painted all over him.

Hopefully no little children would be around when Syn did what he was best at. Or they'd be in for a jolly time.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: 3 (Supply the Resistance)
Allies: CIS
Enemies: TBD

When it became clear that the barge would be taking hull damage the longer the ship is aloft, the Gungan would simply try to land out of the firing fields of the anti-aircraft of both sides. With that said, the closest area where he could be taken to land was a region where he knew civilians were suffering. For this purpose he was landing his ship near a town of ca 2,000 surviving residents, visibly damaged by combat operations taking place in and around it; hopefully combat has ceased in this region long before there even was a Jedi airlifting supplies to this area. Once again, since anti-aircraft measures were rather rudimentary in this area, either side couldn't risk hitting the barge without hitting civilians in the crossfire so hopefully he could keep up the appearances of relief without getting shot down. Upon landing, the Jedi was in fact ready to offload the remaining frozen food supplies that the Resistance proper didn't take up. At this point, there was nothing left preventing him from opening the forward cargo hatch and to get started with the distribution.

"Yousa start to offload and distribute da supplies to them-sa refugees"

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Location: Outside the Capital accompanying main task force
Equipment:Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol l ACS-202 Vanquisher l Vibro Kife l The Glove Of Darth Vader
Peps: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] (somewhere close by doing their own thing [member="Brenett Storm"])
Post: 3

Kurenai stared on with a bit of disinterest towards the whole event, it seemed quite bit but also seemed quite repetitive, as they stood on the resistance probably being supplied by the thousands with equipment from the CIS. She had a good feeling this fight would be over very quickly, bloody but quickly never the less, those always seemed to be the most shocking to on lookers. Still like always nothing went smoothly, nothing ever did, probably one of the few things she could count on to make things seemed different.

Following suit her own range finder quickly zeroed in on what the Dominus was looking at, the transports quickly becoming the focus of attention for those around, "could really be anything, but's is an enemy target non the less", she replied. It was most definitely to be slaves, but as long as the chances where not zero, anything could happen, helped present herself for being unprepared. "Hit hard? I assume you ha---- and he's gone", she said with a small sigh, quickly following behind.

Turning back she addressed the present knights and rebels, "take out the first and last transport, box the craft in, anything that tries to escape, shoot the engines or cock pit". Without waiting for a reply or any objecion Kurenai kept her pace down the hill, weapons drawn, ready for the upcoming confrontation.

 

[Mavrek Kordalas]

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Objective: BYOO - Kick Butt/Take Names
Tag: [member="Daisy Americus"]
Location: City Proper [Headed Toward a Spice Den/Brothel]
Post: 2

Hearing that familiar accent, the hunter looked up and around to see the armored form of his partner on this operation, a wide grin under his visor, "Hey, you know me darlin', I'm loud and like to let 'em know who's gunnin' for 'em." the metallic sound of his voice through the vocal modulators showing his playful mood, and she probably knew he had winked at her. Nodding slightly, Mavrek followed Daisy, the palm of one hand eagerly rubbing the grip of his blaster, the other hand tightening aground the handle of one of his kal, pulling the blade loose from it's sheath, "Sound's like as good a place as any, just gotta check our fields of fire, don't think anyone would be to happy if we shot the locals..."

His mind wandered slightly, his HUD scanning for any and all threats in the eerily quiet streets, either everyone was aware of the siege that was to come, or they were so blitzed from the night before, that they would still be in their bunks or drinking, which made this brothel a good target. "Oh, I could never ruin a ladies fun, but if you insist..." he leaned up against the wall, just to the side of the front door, debating if he should kick it in and start shooting, or let the lovely [member="Daisy Americus"] have the honors, after all, it was his idea to drag her here, he figured she should get the chance to have first dibs.

Slowly pulling the heavy blaster from it's resting spot in the holster, the Mando'ade prepared for a fire fight, he just hoped it wouldn't be over to quickly, "On your go darlin'." he nodded to her, his posture showing just how relaxed he was.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Felacat, Capital city outskirts | Objective: Assault transport | Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Brenett Storm"] | Post: III

The light had been bent and shifted around Cardinal to render him invisible. No one had seen him fall upon the lead vehicle. Under the cover of his stealth field he drew his sword, a monstrously large claymore called, Phoenix. A vibroblade of intricate design, his thumb ran over the activation pad sending a loud buzzing bellowing out around him. Cardinal swung his sword, watching as the vibroedge sawed through the side of the lead vehicle's driver-side repulsor. There was a violent scream that came from Cardinal's blade as it chewed through the metal under the speeder. Finally, the blade came away from the side of the transport.

Deactivating the vibrofunction, Cardinal hefted his blade over his shoulder as the transport's left side slammed into the ground. A thick mixture of dust and smoke picked up as the convoy came to an unexpectant halt. Looking up at the top of the transport speeder, Cardinal aimed his left arm over the top of the metallic beast.

With a silent command a small grappling hook fired from his gauntlet. The small metallic device caught the top part of the transport. Cardinal looked over his shoulder, watching as Kurenai and the rest of the Knight's Obsidian came down on the convoy. From under his helmet he had a content expression. Cardinal planted his boots on the transport and slowly began to scale the vehicle, intent on reaching the top and entering the behemoth.

"I think I have an idea." He muttered, pacing himself so he could keep up with the cord that was slowly retracting on his arm.

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

Objective: Provide humanitarian and medical aid
Location: Secured field Hospital/refugee camp, a distance from the Capital
Equipment: Medical equipment and facilities
Post: 1

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It had been days already since the refugees had started to arrive to an already taxed field hospital, in an almost round O'clock basis. Most were freed Felacatians and refugees escaping the onslaught of the Civil war within the system.
And along with the civilians and unfortunates, were the wounded fighters...from both sides.

"Where are the wounded that just came in on transport 57C?" Ayda asked one of the orderlies. She had received the notice and the head count of the wounded. The transport had brought about 7 wounded Trandoshans that had miraculously survived a resistance advance on their secured 200 troop stronghold. Out of 200 Trandoshans that had been over run, only 7 still held on to life. Lucky for them, the freed Felacatians had not seeked vengeance on all of them once the resistance had overtaken the stronghold. Both sides had sustained many losses, including so many wounded.
Only that currently, the wounded Trandoshans that had been brought here just a few hours ago were not among the wounded she had now gotten to attend.

"Dr Elisantra...the wounded..please..." the orderly, a Falacatian himself pleaded for her to concentrate on.

"Yes.
YES!...You can see we're doing just that, Kert." Ayda had really wasted no time in going down the line with the most critical in the ward. But she could as well talk, as she worked.
Her question remained; where were the wounded others? "Where did the wounded Trandoshans go?"

"Dr. you have to understand...there are priorities here." The orderly replied as he assisted her.

Ayda motioned for more assistance, as she went from one wounded Falacatian to the next, leaving instructions as to the meds and prep procedures to follow. In doing so, not skipping a beat, she still was adamant about the missing wounded.
But the orderly's response was vague and kept circumventing the truth.

"Get this one here in the ER immediately...stat!." She called on the next wounded, before quickly moving to another. Some needed immediate surgery.
"... and keep the pressure on his wound...it hasn't cauterized." She instructed, the other orderlies as they came to transport that particular critical wounded.

This went on for about 32 wounded resistance Falacatian fighter that she went through already and there were another 14 more to go. But where were the 7 wounded Trandoshans? Where were they put, she kept asking.
And the answers she received were always in line of taking care of the wounded here..the Falacatian fighters. That's what the orderly and most of the other volunteers were replying with.

"Kert..." She took a moment to look to his blood stained scrub and name tag. "...you know why I'm here. You know what my priorities are...they are for the patients....all patients. I can't stand behind any one flag color or political standing..." She again made her position clear to him as she had several times already since she had arrived.

But the reply was always the same...the Trandoshans were slavers..animals and undeserving humanitarian aid of any sort.

"But they are not enemies here in the ER...they...everyone coming through those doors are patients, Kert." She didn't know how many times she had said that since she came planet side, but had said that in her sleep too it seemed.
"Please...please tell me where they were placed. We to attend to them in the same manner as we are attending the wounded here."

Naturally, Kert replied he was not attending to any Trandoshans and neither should she.

"ENOUGH!... Kert, you will assist me in all endeavors while you are under my ward...do you hear me?!" Rarely did she extend her voice beyond pleading. This one carried weight upon which she had found in the past to stain her own soul. It had force behind it and it cut deep. Cut her as deep as it bounced in Kerts head, that for the most part cut into his own mental block that had been built upon hatred.
He complied...nodded in an almost submissive manner. Ayda realized what she had done, breaking into his own free will. But that will of Kert was stained with hatred of his oppressors the Trandoshans. Now Ayda, who had reached an almost breaking point had submitted her will upon the same Falacatian who had only recently been freed himself.

She took a moment to secure her hand on his arm and looked him in the eyes. Her bright orbs beckoned his forgiveness, yet she would not retract her will on his. Kert didn't know she had encroached upon his very mind, his will, his freedom to hate if he so chose to. But hate, fear, and indifference was what enslaved the Falacatians to begin with. Still, her wrong couldn't righten his own. But the hatred had to stop! If only to save an additional 7, it had to end here...NOW.

Kert informed her the 7 wounded Trandoshans had been moved near the mess tent..the refuge waste management tent. As far as he knew, they had not been harmed further...nor had anyone attended to their wounds.
Ayda bit her lip, taking a moment to silently recompose herself.

"Ok...thank you, Kert. But as soon as we finish here, you and I are going to attend to them...you hear?"

Kert remained silent, but nodded in agreement. Ayda had asked him this round, not forced his will to accept hers. Still, it were her will which first broke through his hatred, giving some light to decency...to how he should have been treated...and now how he should treat even his former captors. It was the only way to rise above the hate..a disease which rarely spared anyone. But Kert had for a moment seen hate for what it was, and he had enough free of his own will to put the hate that had infected him aside. He was a doctor's orderly. He was to follow her by example, if he were to rise above this disease.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 2
Location: Inside the Royal Palace
Looking like: a felacatian (holographic disguise)
Wearing: Servant outfit
Wielding: 12 Czirka knives, 4 Glitter Bullets, stun gun
Tags: n/a yet
Posts: 2

Apparently, there was less to do when you were posing as a maid inside a Royal Palace than there was when you were posing as a kitchen wench in a pirate fortress. And anyway, it wasn't like she was doing any real work yet. She'd observed that the servants were amazingly well at looking busy, but other than occasionally wiping something, they did very little. Scherezade sighed, taking a small sip from her bottle as she repeated her round for what was probably the millionth round now. The Royal Family were preparing for an early dinner, the Trandoshans were swarming the place as usual, and she found a servant's hall that she hadn't known about yet.

She wanted to kill them all. All the Trandoshans. The Royal Family. Anyone else who might end up being too close-by. But she knew she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to. Things would only become worse if she let herself go truly free like that. And what was freedom anyway, she thought. Just another tool, another thing tht you thought you had while others worked on taking it away from you. She shook her head, trying to force the thoughts out of her head.

Quickly, she made her way through the servant hall and down into the cellar, which she'd planned to use later today if all worked well. For two days, not a single Trandoshan had been there, instead sending servants to fetch drinks for them. There was also a closet in there, one that hadn't been touched by anyone for the amount of time she'd been there. How did she know? On the first day, she'd left single hairs of herself on doors so she'd know if anything was moved or touched. The doors to this closet... Were left all alone. It made the closet perfect for her plans, though she'd probably have to make sure there was some water and at least one or two buckets inside. You could totally squeeze four people in there.

Or at least, so she hoped, for their sake.

Starting to walk up again, Scherezade checked her comlink to make sure she hadn't missed any incoming messages, and drank again.

This was taking too long.

 

[SC-A1]

The dust was settling, the creaking of the hull was intense and loud, alarms were flat and quiet, making an annoying set of buzzes rather then an alarm, twilight from outside bled into the bridge, and sensors adjusted, from the flare of light. with a loud whirring, the droid slowly braced his body and lifted. screeching gears and a stutter in the arms before collapse. "Running Diagnostics.......error...error...damage indicated at, neck support,right leg, left leg, right arm, head casing.....error...error....report to administration for repairs...error." The internal computer chip started blaring in the thoughts of the droid as it slowly recounted events. Trying again the droid tried to lift its body and get back on its feet, again there was whirring of gears and then a horrible screeching as limbs seized up before a snap. The right arm snapped off, trying to look at it the droid found he could not move his head, and its right sensor was malfunctioning, its vision was cut in half and it could not move its head, an arm was missing and it couldn't move or even detect its legs. How hard did they hit, how long had it been. The rushing of wind and the sound of repulsors landing did not tell it much as the march of droids could be heard between ships landing. With an emergency program screaming into its thought the droid moved its left hand to where the bridge controls would be.


Beep....Beep...

The bridge was still working, partially, if at all. The console was only registering maybe a third of the keys and controls, "Re...Re...p-p-p-po-o-oooo--rrrr--t....Report", no response the other droids must have been destroyed. Its hand moved over to where the general comms line was, a click and a beep. A Line was open, to whom it had no idea, all it knew was a report was needed to any commander of the success of the landing. "Lan...Lan...L-L-L-Lan L-L Landing suc-suc-suc-suc, Affirmative!...dam..dam...da-d-d-d-d...severe..re-re-re-reque-reque-Roger roger!" No use,its processor was fired and couldn't get the right words out he was probably annoying whomever was on the line, "A defective droid" they'd think and would probably ignore it, but he must try. "Con-Con-Con COnfed-Independant...d-d-d-d-roi-droi-droi...Roger Roger......A-A-A-AR...Ar....Ar..G-G-G-G-G...2 Lan-Lan-Lan,,,AFFirmative!....Roger Roger...For-For-For...CI-I-I-I-I-Systems!" it wasn't long before its battery shut down and emergency sleep mode was on, its body releasing a military SOS for a down droid in need of rcovery in the wreckage of the creaking and destroyed Capital ship.

 

[Maple Harte]

Maple slashed and hacked and slashed at the quick moving woman.

"What do you want with me?!?" Maple shrieked.

The Woman only smirked some more. Maple whipped her cane's bottom shoto towards the face, , only for the Woman to quickly parry it.

"How does it feel? The rage?" The Woman asked, guarding with both blades of her staff, the purple glow casting a violet pallor on her purple-eyed visage.

"Who are you?!"

"Oh, it must be so frustrating, not knowing." The woman mocked. "The urge to tear out your hair with questions must be incredible."

"What do you mean 'Not Yet'?"

The Woman chuckled cruelly. "I'm not a simpleton, Uri. Besides, it would take a month to explain why that question makes absolutely no sense."

"Try me." Maple snarled.

The Woman's smile dropped a bit.

"Fine. Seeing how this is our first proper reunion since..." The Woman trailed off with a knowing stare before letting out a soft chuckle.

"I'll be...generous...I will answer two free questions perfectly honestly..." she explained with a deadly, slithering softness to her voice that somehow made her completely repulsive in spite of her beauty.

Maple kept her distance from the woman. She looked ready to parry or block anything Maple threw at her. Athlete. Professional. Maple had never personally seen anyone twitch that fast in melee combat. Not without Force Speed. Reflexes probably bordered on superhuman. Defensive Niman specialist. And she wasn't even winded from the assault. Maple was weak in the force, it had been a long time since she had faced a real enemy duelist, plus, she was bordering on hysteria.

"Well? I'm waiting..." the woman chided.

"Who are you?" Maple choked out quietly.

The Woman smiled.

"I am an Evangelist, Uri. I bring the weak and deluded torment. And the ones who survive are the ones who grow stronger. I am here to prepare you for glory, Uri Udinia. But you must be broken first. Your hopes must be crushed. Your friends, your lovers, all you love must be made to crumble. You do not yet realize your importance." The Woman answered calmly, face the image of stoicism.

"You have one question left. Choose wisely."

Maple thought quickly. It was all a stall. She knew she was being toyed with. The...woman...was simply giving her a breather. Maple's hand that was gripping the cane dropped to the side. The Woman adjusted her gait very slightly in response, shifting to the left, staff hilt going for a more sharpened diagonal guard. An enemy star fighter crashed into the fields beyond them. Maple's stomach curdled in disgust and fear when she saw the woman shiver in pleasure, clearly having felt the death of the pilot on impact.

"Time's up Uri. Last question. Now."

"Why do you hate me?" Maple asked quietly. "This isn't about just getting me to do what you want. This is personal for you. The hatred I feel from you...its not the random hatred of the Dark Side. Its directed at me. Why?!"

Though the Woman's smirk never left her face, for just a second, Maple could have sworn her gait shifted a bit in surprise at the question.

"Would you believe me if I said didn't have a clue?" The Woman replied with seeming sincerity. "I know all about you, Uri...everything. And yet...I have no idea 'why' I know this. I just...'woke up' one day. And there you were in my head. With your pretty green eyes..." the Woman breathed. "Staring at me in the Sleeping Death...I have no idea where all my hatred towards you comes from. I normally wouldn't go to such lengths, even for one such as you. You think I don't know this is overkill?" the woman questioned with a snake like shift backward. "But I see you...and I feel this...unbridled fury. I know you're essential. Certainly not a coward. But I truly, honestly, have no idea why I hate you, none at all, Uri. And just to be generous I will reiterate: I'm not the Mind-Binder. Not Yet. And the answer is not as simple as you think. And just to be even more generous I will elaborate on that last part: I both will and won't be. And you will help me."

Maple's face twisted in fury. "Never." Maple spat in hatred.

The Woman took another step back through the ruins, the lights overhead from exploding starships getting more frequent.

"I would like to elaborate on my first answer, Uri."

"I'm all ears." Maple croaked dryly.

"You wanted a name. Fine. I will give you one. I am known as The Amalgam. I exist solely for the glory of the Dark Side. As you will, one day. And I am here because the Dark Side has brought you to my feet to learn and grow stronger."

"I'm not using anything that freak--"

Maple felt her larynx close and felt herself lifted into the air by the woman, whose eyes had turned sulphurous.

"You will not speak blasphemy against The Unholy Spirit in my presence." The Amalgam spoke, face contorting briefly in rage as she strangled Maple with The Force for another ten seconds before dropping her.

"Now...you learned new gifts. Show me..."

Something in Maple, the last switch of restraint leaving her mind. And horribly, the knowledge came to her.

"Unholy Spirit, pour fourth my hatred."

The fury and hurt twisted in her chest, forcing itself up her throat and blasting out of Maple's mouth has a bright purple fire that had no heat, but was fed by all her inner torment. The Woman made no attempt to dodge the purple flames, instead, embracing them, letting her whole body be engulfed, as well as the surrounding grass and stones around her.

"Psyonic Fire. The gift spell of your patron, The Brain Demon." came the Woman's voice from the center of the flames. "You're immune to your own flames...and I am far beyond your ability to affect..."

What stepped out of the flames made Uri step back in raw, numb terror.

The Woman was not a woman any longer. The black hair had vanished on the head, which had altered its shape, becoming spherical. Eyes, nose, and ears had vanished, replaced by a single, large, lamprey-like maw with multiple teeth. Maple was sprinting away, screaming hysterically when she saw a purple glow start to emit from its throat. She ran and ran to the Scarlet Phantom, and was almost to the ramp when she was hoisted up in the air by a Force choke from The Amalgam, who wagged a finger at her, her...it's Lamprey mouth growing ever more teeth.

"Unholy Spirit, pour fourth my hatred." The creature gloated.

Maple shrieked as the Lamprey mouth shuddered and she was bathed in what seemed to be despair. Horrifying, burning despair...

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Location: Outside the Capital accompanying main task force
Equipment:Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol l ACS-202 Vanquisher l Vibro Kife l The Glove Of Darth Vader
Peps: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
Post: 4

The moment Cardinal ended his first target Kurenai could feel it in the force, herself now directing attention to the other transports, she did not need to see the man to tell what he was up to, smell and force signatures doing just a good a job. Humans relied on sight to much, their kind losing the sense of small and hearing long ago, only those gifted with the force able to make up for it, but even then a vampires senses being more attuned and instinctual.

He'd have his fun, right now Kurenai needed to halt the back transport and make it so the convey was at a dead stop, a dark spear forming in her hand out of the force, her arm flinging the shrouded weapon into the engine of the last transport. The engine power fluctuate a bit, forcing the hover craft to crash into it's friend, sending it to the ground along with causing a pile up for the knights. "Take out the engine, make sure the enemy has not quarter to deploy guards or fight back".

She did not think the slavers could really put up any major resistance though it was more the slaves and them getting caught in the cross fire that was the main problem. Jumping to the rear most transport Kurenai wasted no time sending several slugs into the drivers head, breaking through the glass into the cockpit. Pulling out her combat knife the mercenary prepared to venture into the vehicles main compartment, the place where the real challenge lay.

 

[Ayda Elisantra]

Objective: Provide humanitarian and medical aid
Location: Secured field Hospital/refugee camp a distance from the Capital
Equipment: Medical equipment and facilities
Post: 2

Like bright embers rising up into the sky....

Ayda despaired, lowering her head. They were no embers she were seeing with her orbs...they were spirits...souls ascending into the heavens.
She slowly looked up and around. In the distance as well as nearby she could see...sense their journey's end in the realm of the living. Ayda had stained herself in using the will of the force to shatter through a living soul; one of her orderly Kert, a former freed Falacatian. It temporarily grounded her own spirit from helping those who would wander off their Heavenly journey. And Ayda could well see/feel those which did wander off. These spirits to her were like fireflies, and they were not ascending, but wandering about their former earth...lost.

'Dr Elisantra...' A voice from behind her drew Ayda's attention to her presence. Ayda hadn't focused on the living and had not sensed her approach.

'...I'm sorry. I didn't know the full extent of his injuries.' The woman was a doctor. Another volunteer like Ayda who had joined the organization, 'Doctors Without Borders'. Only this doctor hadn't challenged the current ward on ethics. Hadn'tchallenged their host, the Falacatian authorities who were currently backed by a faction, called the Confederacy, on the unfair treatment of the enemy wounded.
Ayda herself did not bind to any faction. Her only said allegiance were with 'Doctors Without Borders', and that was just an organization. Even her home base hospital, The Allied Tion Medical Center on Lianna was currently under sith occupation. In essence she was technically a subject or denizen of Lianna, now belonging to The Sith Empire. But she were none of anything, nor belonged to no one but the Creator. her connection to the will of creation were unique and she had broken a covenant. Ayda had imposed her will on a living soul. It had been to cease the disease festering within that soul...hatred. But nevertheless, in doing so, it stained her very essence. She were grounded till penance were complete. All she could do now was bare witness to the lost and ascending souls that had left the living.

"I know, Dr Janis. It had not been your intention to let the men die."

'He was a Trandoshan. The orders were to have priority over the Falcatians and our allies.' Dr Janis replied.

"Trandoshan?..." Ayda shook her head. "No. He was a man...a man bearing a soul, Dr Janis." She turned from the minute spirits about and distant, having them fade from her sigh as she returned to the now. her crystal blues looking over to the other doctor.

'I know that. I took the oath too, Dr Elisantra.'

"Yes...we all did..." Ayda replied, solemnly.
Words spoken by some, as in promises were just that; sounds generated from the larynx. Without their soul attached to their words, oaths, covenants meant nothing.
Ayda herself had broken such a covenant and was now paying penance. So it would be with all free spirits if words were more than sounds. Dr Janis's words were mostly sounds. Her broken promises never had repercussions..no meaning to her as her words had no meaning.

'Well, I'm sorry Dr Elisantra. Some of us may not be as perfect as you.' Dr Janis retorted.

"Perfect I am not. But my oath is life everlasting."

'Right.
Look, I've got rounds to make. I said I was sorry. They were Trandoshans anyway. There is a war going on around us, if you didn't notice.'

Ayda had noticed the war. She had noticed the wandering souls and those ascending.
She didn't reply to Dr Janis. It wouldn't make a difference if she did, as the other doctor had already left her standing there once more.
Ayda didn't look out to the horizon again. She couldn't bear seeing the lost souls she had no means of guiding at this time. maybe perhaps when her penance passed, she could find them...guide then to the everlasting light...the heavens.

She turned and went back inside the main tent. Her shift had been over an hour ago and she had to get some sleep. The 7 Trandoshan wounded had been brought to the field hospital along with the allied. 2 out of the seven had lived through the process of being the last to be processed. And that was after all the allied wounded were cared for and stabilized. Ayda couldn't have left the allied tent for they needed her care. But no one, not even an orderly had attended to the enemy wounded, as they referred to the 7 Trandoshans. They had been moved into what was the refuse tent, where the waste was sent to be processed. There they were left unattended. By the time Ayda got to them, only two of the 7 were still alive. Again, as she bared witness to one of the spirits leaving the temple of their being, she could do nothing but watch helplessly. The full retribution of her breaking a covenant stared at her in the face. That soul wandered off, not knowing the way to the light. Ayda was attending one of the two who were quickly expiring as she watched the spirit of the deceased leave. She worked her best on the two, calling out..shouting for an assistant. But none came. Not for a while. Dr Janis entered, just as Ayda was finishing up with the one that still held on to precious life. She had lost the other...and again watched his spirit depart his temple. That spirit ascended...
Ascended despite who he was. So it were with most spirits. Life experienced most times were not of free will, but chosen for them..tempered them to be what others willed them to be.
That was why she herself who in fact used her will to dissipate hatred from the intern Kert, had broken a covenant. She were not to impose her will as such on other living souls. As thus, she were earthbound for now.


"Dr...you look beat. " Another doctor said as Ayda stepped inside the tent. "Best you get some rest, the fighting seemed to have escalated in the capitol..."

"Yes, I'm sure they'll be more broken temples coming soon..." She replied, almost sleepily.

'Come again?'

"I mean, broken bodies, Dr Youlseph. More broken bodies will arrive soon..." Ayda replied before heading to her berth. "Good night...."

"Nite Dr Elisantra..." Dr Youlseph replied, watching Ayda tiredly part the curtain to her portioned off side of the tent.

Her shift was coming up again in less than 5 hours....

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton grit his teeth as the orbalisk colony sank their fangs into his flesh, followed by the familiar burning release of their toxin into his system. While it did get some used to, the process was quite familiar to him now, as he slowly sat up from the bunk where he had been laid down to rest. The forward med center smelled of old blood and musk, his men took him here to recover after his using the Force in such a violent way. Truth be told it took a lot out of him, like getting caught between two rancors in heat, his muscles protested as he forced himself to take deeper breaths to wave away the nausea.

A young pale boy approached him carrying a canteen of water, offering it to the Sith Lord who gratefully took it and drank deep.

“My Lord, priority mission from High Command. You are to proceed to the palace and infiltrate the grounds undetected where you will meet with an imbedded agent to secure intel on the Royal Family. We need someone with your skill set to make a discrete insertion wihout tipping our hand.”

Grunting to himself, Daxton nodded to indicate he understood as he began to undo the straps of his armor. He wouldn’t need it where he was going, no this was a battle of a different sort.

Hours later, Daxton buttoned the collar of the guard uniform he stole, carefully tucking the body into the trunk were it would not be likely to be found. Checking the details of newly borrowed face he smirked back before hiding the alchemical blade up the sleeve of his uniform.

Most of the staff were busy with make work and were minding their business, making blending in so much easier. Time for him to look frvhis contact.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]