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

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 2
Location: Inside the Royal Palace
Looking like: a felacatian (holographic disguise) herself
Wearing: Servant outfit
Wielding: 12 Czirka knives, 4 Glitter Bullets, stun gun
Tags: [member="Daxton Bane"]
Posts: 7

Under normal circumstances, Scherezade would have laughed. But she had no energy or will for it now, and so she just stare blankly as the Trandoshan attempted escape.

She understood Daxton's intent well enough. With a flick of her finger, the running Tandoshan was hoisted into the air, where she fully intended on keeping him as Daxton took care of those that were swarming him.

"Let's do this fast," she sighed, "there are more of these uglies in the Palace and we need to clear... I think all of them?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

It was fortunate for Daxton that [member="Scherezade deWinter"] wasn’t the squimish kind, after all this was a battlefield injury not for the faint of heart. Spitting out loose teeth, blood and bone, Daxton finished off the remaining assailants using his Force tentacles, squeezing them with intense pressure that they literally popped out of their skins. Nasty gory work, but effective in ending resistance.

Wiping the gore from his face, he deactivated his blades as he approached the last remaining foe, who tried to squirm away but was pinned like a trapped fly in a spiders web.

“Don’t be afraid. This won’t hurt......” Daxton reassured him before yanking out his heart and shoving it back into his gaping mouth. “.....me in the least bit.”

Then he rose and turned to his companion and said, “Thank you for the assist. It was much appreciated.” Even while he spoke the flesh began to painfully knit itself back together, thanks to the orbalisk toxins now flowing through his system, the familar burning sensation he felt was one he had grown used to over the years.

 

[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: 3

"That matter is out of my hands.... I can only treat you, not lay judgement upon you." she put the finishing touch on the wound, cauterize the skin closed.
her patient had asked what was to become of him.
It had been a deep laceration from shrapnel that nearly took the man's shoulder off. As far as she could surmise it had been a result of a transport the Trandoshan had been in.
He had been brought in just a little over an hour ago and just now, after she had completed treatments to the allied forces that were here to free Falacat from such oppressors as this man, she had gotten to him just in time.
The issue with supplying the Transdoshan with synthetic blood/plazma had not met with any resistance. After all, Ayda herself had brought the synthetic planet side weeks ago. And they had just gotten resupplied by the ATM-SERENITY by way of drop transports just two days ago.

There was still much prejudicial preferences here at the field hospital. Mostly due to the fact that it was majorly Allied staffed and regulated, say for her small team from 'Doctors Without Borders'. Her organization flew under no colors but the white banner of humanitarian relief. And that applied to all..even so called enemies of the Allied forces and that of the CIS who were here to free Felacat.

It was by no means a easy task for Ayda and her organization to treat everyone as equals. Here on Felacat it had been quite difficult to do just that. But this wasn't unique, nor would be the first or last time she and her organization had to struggle in the very fact of providing medical treatments to the enemy wounded.

'You know they will execute me...' His eyes looked about frantically as he was coming out of the anesthesia.

"I don't know that. I would like to believe you will be fairly treated and if there will be charges brought against your actions, that they would have substantial merit..Kaszton is it?"

'H..how do you know that?' he asked breathing more nervously.

"We spoke." She replied, checking his pulse.

'I don't-...' confusion in his features, as if trying to recall something from a distance.
'...I...' he was suddenly remembering...something...a dream?
His features solemnly dropped that of a man facing his own retributions. He recalled her now. Only it had been in a dream.

'No. That's not possible. It had to be drugs...you....you drugged me.'

"Yes, you were under anesthesia." Ayda replied, not looking into his searching eyes. She didn't have to, to know that he knew it weren't the drugs or painkillers.
"I'm going to cover your wound over with a dressing, Kaszton. I don't know of the accommodations you'll be given."

'Sigh...
Yea...yea, I know. It's out of your hands. Ayda is it?' he replied, coming to understand more his existence, his role in all of the chaos that he himself were part of. And it no longer made as clear sense as he once thought. He knew all too well of the suffering of other souls he had a clear hand in doing.

"Yes, it's Dr Ayda Elisantra." She undid the binding on his table.
Immediately the standing sentry who was at the tent's entrance drew out his blaster and seemed to expect the Trandoshan to try for an escape. But the man simply sat up at the edge of the table, never once removing his eyes off her.

Ayda calmly drew her hand to stay the security personnel from shooting the Trandoshan.
"It'll be alright, corporal. It's all clear now as to what Kaszton need do to clear his conscious....please lower your weapon." She spoke calmly and clear. But the security officer replied that he couldn't. That he was to take Kaszton to the holding facility. She had done her part...allowed him to live. Now he had to answer for his crimes.

'Doctor, it's alright. I understand now...' Kaszton replied putting his two wrists together, despite his hurting shoulder. The security officer applied the restraints and took Kaszton by his good forearm to disembark the operating table.
The officer looked over to her a second, not releasing his grip on the man. He had seen this before on his shift with her. The enemy wounded somehow or other seemed to accept their fate, whatever it was that were to come down on them...like they had looked into their own souls and discovered that their perception of life lived; they had gotten wrong.

'I missed a lot of good turns...' He then said, as he was being escorted out of the ER. Kaszton then looked over to Ayda one last time and nodded.
'Thank you Doctor. Thank you for your humanity.' he said as the tent flap closed behind him.

Ayda sighed. many things in existence were out of her hands and she understood this...had learned it through her own life experiences. But the souls and spirits were all connected and could meld as one, for each and every soul had the same beginning...as a spark of life. It were the journey, the paths and the turns everyone took which seemed to create an individual strand that made up a grand sort of rope. It could be said that everyone was like a a fiber... twisting, and binding together to form this great rope that bound the galaxy together as such.

'Dr...' A voice from another part of the tent..drew her attention as the flaps opened.
'We've got more wounded coming in from the capital.'

"Quickly then...lets sanitize and prep before they arrive.." Ayda replied, gathering up the previous disposable apparatus, stripping the table of the absorbent mat...readying for what broken bodies were to be put back as whole as possible...both physically and spiritually.

 

[Maple Harte]

Bright purple fire that did not burn, but caused severe despair, bathed Maple Harte's body. She wanted to die. To just drop dead right there. The purple fire did not burn, but it lingered on her lithe frame just as actual fire would have. She writhed on the ground in despair and emotional torment, as real as any third degree burn.

The fire had long since ceased from The Amalgam's mouth, what was still emotionally burning her had been torched onto the surrounding grass and stones.

The Amalgam's lamprey-face twisted back into its previous, stunningly beautiful human face. But Maple saw only a tormenter and a fiend bent on domination. The Amalgam smiled as Maple writhed on the ground.

"Enjoy your baptism?" The Amalgam joked, her purple eyes examining the former assassin as she struggled to rise.

A boot worn by a curvy leg forced her back into the grasp. Maple was so out of it she didn't even remember what planet she was on. And there were no reality skips to whisk her far away. Nothing that would grant her any distance. There was only her. Only her and this shapeshifter. And that creature in her head that wasn't the Mind-Binder at all, but possibly something worse...

She felt herself being turned over, nearly catatonic with fear. Her hair was matted to her scalp, eyes staring into the pretty sky above, watching all the explosions flicker over orbit, the Confederacy breaking the back of the enemy. On any other day, She might have been up there, blasting away and earning a check. Instead she was trapped here, at this woman's mercy.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The Amalgam asked, entering her field of view, causing Maple to shudder involuntarily.

"Reminds you of old times doesn't it? You, slinking into enemy territory to kill someone you don't even know. And look where that's gotten you."

The Amalgam's gloved hand clutched Maple by the throat, causing her to shake uncontrollably in pure revulsion at being touched by this nemesis she didn't understand.

"Why did you leave?"

Maple's bloodshot eyes narrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Why did you leave your little club?"

"I was betrayed." Maple croaked hesitantly, starting to gasp for air a little, noticing her throat was constricted a little tighter at the answer.

"How?" The Amalgam growled.

"I was sent to murder old friends without realizing it."

"Ouch..." The Amalgam's chuckle afterward made Maple clench her fists.

"You shouldn't have run, Uri. You should have embraced that treachery. Made it your own. You were so close...so close to joining the Dark. And you ran away and hid as this...pathetic bounty hunter. Its beneath you."

"I will never serve the Dark Side. You'll just have to kill me..."

The Amalgam blinked. "Well...that is one solution...but who would protect all the friends of yours I'd kill afterward? The friends I'm going to kill anyway?"

Maple shrieked in fury and punched The Amalgam in the jaw. Her head fell backward as Maple backhanded her in a near psychotic rage. She remembered she had that gun and pulled it out, and The Amalgam barely got behind a boulder half buried in the dirt, before Maple's bullet ripped through the space her foe's chest had been only moments before. A half-insane, blood thirsty Maple Harte advanced, unloading four rounds with each pull of the lever-action when the purple-eyed woman stuck her head up, only to bring it back behind cover, barely missing the bullets that blasted off portions of the boulder. A Felacat gunship crashed very close to them both in the grassy plains. She then realized she was around multiple bushes and grass. Roots. It was all here.

"YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, HUH?! EVERYTHING?! DID YOU REMEMBER I WAS A KARKING BOTANIST?!

Fury and desire to protect those she cared for made the attempt stronger. Stronger than it normally would have been. The thick, thorny roots bursts from around and underneath the Amalgam, making the shapeshifter scream in rage as a bunch of the thick, heavy thorns punctured her combat suit slowly and painfully. A starfighter crashed into the hill overhead, raining debris and large chunks of earth dangerously close to them, throwing Maple off balance for a moment, but she held on to her gun and immediately went to the boulder to shoot The Amalgam until she was out of bullets--

--but the thick vines had all been torn free.


She saw the grass shifting but wasn't fast enough. Something grabbed her by an arm and leg, and she was bodily hurled nearly eighteen meters away, her gun tumbling from her fingers.

She saw her as the cloaking device in The Amalgam's combat suit. She'd grown in muscle mass by a factor of three, the suit bulging, but apparantly built for the strain. Her face was a gaunt, chalky pallor, the eyes the yellow of a Sith.

The Amalgam charged, clearly in the grip of a particularly intense Force Rage but hideously smiling.

Maple, in a particularly unsound state of mind, had little trouble calling the Magic to work.

"Mother Nature, a flock of arrows flies towards my foes."

A burst of purple light erupted from Maple's hand, fiery, arrow-shaped wisps of smoke flying at high speed towards a rushing Amalgam's left side, who easily dodged them, seconds away from reaching Maple...

...who telekinetically cocked her nearby lever action rifle-pistol with a flick of her wrist across the grass, raised it, calculated the trajectory in her head, and fired.

She was off by an inch. The bullet reached a spot just above The Amalgam's right knee, but it was still enough to knock the woman off her feet. Maple sprinted through the grass, grabbing her gun but not turning to engage her foe. She'd gotten lucky with that gun in the grass trick. But The Amalgam had used Force Rage. Her pain receptors were cut off. And her already considerable speed and agility to higher levels. No way she'd nail her like that again. Not in this state. She left now or she was that monster's prisoner. She saw her cane in the grass and grabbed it, knowing that creature was not far behind her. She heard an animalistic snarl behind her and dared a glance. She was meters from catching her.

Maple dived, touching the Force as she hit the dirt, making thick green roots sprout from the ground quickly, fueled by a desire to protect those she cared for. The roots ensnared the enraged Amalgam, who violently tore through them, only for more to replace what had been torn in seconds. But she kept ripping through arm thick roots, her over muscled frame tearing through them and advancing. It was taking all of Maple's strength in the Force to keep the plant surge effect going, and her nose bled as she forced the plants to keep growing, as she backed away, growing them as large and as thick as possible in desperation, which admittedly was not much as she backed off.

"Uri." the monster snarled, and Maple could see one sulphur eye through thick plants that covered the Amalgam more and more. "I only want to help you."

Maple had no reply, too frightened, and too exhausted. She had to run. Any attempt to kill it in its prison risked freeing it and getting her. She ran to the Scarlet Phantom. She remembered its laser cannons. She didn't care what kind of Dark Sider you were...you couldn't survive ship laser cannons. Even Obi-Wan had only pulled it off by being, well...Obi-Wan...

She reached the ship sealing the hatch, and powering the vessel up, immediately got it to hover and she swiveled the nose of the blood colored Starship and activated its hidden laser cannons, targeting systems focusing on the thick, temporary cage of plants she had grown.

But it had already been torn open.

Maple screamed in the cockpit, opening fire anyway, swiveling red laser blasts across the entire area they had dueled in. She screamed and screamed, firing constantly, firing to the point the weapons threatened to overheat. She didn't see a corpse, not even smoking remains. She had demolished the ruins even further.

A small warning on her cockpit console drew her eye.

Something was on the hull.

The Amalgam landed on the front of the ship's nose, still in her over muscled state. Maple froze, deer in headlights, as the Amalgam wagged a finger and smirked.

Maple gunned the engines, forcing the woman to leap off. Maple rocketed into the sky, before turning and sending the ship for a strafing run.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Maple roared, opening fire at the dueling grounds from afar.

 

[Luna Vega]

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Location: Felacat, Slums | Southern Slave Quarter​

Objective: Obtain a bottle of Wren. Survive etc etc​

Enemies: Slavers​

Shoutout: [member="Rylan Kordel"]​

A breath or two was lost in the fold and Luna's nostrils flared in frustration. Her back had been against the wall, pistol in one hand and a decently balanced blade in the other- both blessed by the blanket of night and cursed. She counted three slavers, ears prickling at their approach. It would be better to catch them unawares, the recently freed woman thought, it would be best to hide.The former would have to do and without another unspoken word, the pirate propelled forward choosing the blade for the first assault. It was a seamless motion, knees bunching slightly in the tattered cargos giving her the mobility to strike with comfort.Her boot had came down eagerly aiming for the slaver’s knee, midsection twisting when her arm motioned down with the blade to strike--contrary to referring them to rats, they were reptilian in appearance- along the lighter scales of the juggler, straightening for a smooth slice, rather than just a puncture upon gravity pulling her body back down. His clawed hand had came up then, reaching with his long arms to first grasp at her before his knees hit the rubble.

Luna didn’t spare him a look, unable to afford the time.

The pistol came up, in just enough time to pop off a round, coming just shy of the second’s head, but hitting his shoulder instead. She rolled, knee tucked into her chest to put some distance between them. By the time she had stood, the two Trandoshan left, separated, albeit attempting to trap the lass and her gray eyes shifted, losing sight of one to the shadows.

“Bugger this,” her finger squeezed the trigger, unleashing a wild array of bolts into the dark, lighting the area up. If she managed a hit, great. If not… the point had been to obtain the best route of escape.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Felacat, Capital city outskirts | Objective: Assault transport | Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Brenett Storm"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Daxton Bane"] | Post: IV

Some time had passed since the Felacatian invasion had begun. In space, Confederate forces had assumed supremacy and a planet-wide liberation was in effect. In the streets of the Felacatian capital, raging battles were easing down into scattered skirmishes across the streets. The Knight's Obsidian had expertly surrounded the palace where the forces inside were likely dispatching the last of the Trandoshans.

Cardinal strode up the steps of the royal palace, his golden eyes locked on the front entrance. The main doors had been blown open to allow the invasionary force access, however it was hardly necessary as the remaining Trandoshans had already been dispatched by [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Daxton Bane"].

Two members of the Knight's Obsidian stood behind their Dominus Prime as he entered the palace. The main floor had been relatively vacant, aside from the Trandoshan bodies that littered the ground.

"Sir." A voice called out from behind him, causing Cardinal to pull the hood from his head. An approaching Knight's Obsidian bowed his head before gesturing up to the next floor. "We've secured the royal family sir. One of our units found them unconcious in a cellar downstairs. Also, our units are still sweeping the palace but we believe the area to be clear."

A brow was arched by Cardinal before he looked back to the hall before him. "Did we have Knight's within the palace?"

"We had agents sir. But they were not Knight's Obsidian." The man responded, his voice overtone by a deep droid-like tone.

"Contact the Vicelord. Tell him there is still work to be done, but Felacat is ours." Cardinal decreed, making his way deeper into the palace.

THE FELACAT OCCUPATION HAS BEEN BROKEN!

OOC: We can happily bring this Dominion to a close. Of course feel free to continue your own personal stories and even expand on the objectives if you wish! However, we have another Dom in the books!