Dominion From A Certain Perspective... | SJC Dominion of Emberlene

[Aayla Shan]

The other opened the door for her, shakily at that, under the 'carefully trained' aim of the blaster she held with one hand. In reality, she probably couldn't hit the broadside of a barnyard with the blaster, but after witnessing her skillfully dispatch three people wielding blasters, there was no one this side of the galaxy that could convince him she couldn't pin the tail on the donkey with it... Him being the Donkey.

As the door opened up, she walked up to him slowly, and he turned expectant of the pain to come, only, it didn't.

"Get your people to the infirmary, the guys at your South-East checkpoint are a priority, they've been wounded pretty badly... I suggest following the instructions of any other Jedi you see, and alerting your friends to do the same... We're taking control of this space station."

Aayla said, stern, and not giving much, but also giving just what was needed. He nodded silently, and inched back from her, prompting her to back away from him. She turned and continued her gait, heading down a long hallway otherwise unimpeded. Glancing out of the viewport to her right, it was clear things were about to get very, very lively outside.

Her pace quickened, glancing up above her and spotting a divot in the ceiling, she tossed the blaster up there; letting it clatter to a standstill, and brushing her hands of it...

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When she opened the door to the main auditorium that her allies Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , and Mi'la Undari were in the process of quelling, she would stop dead in her tracks, observing the situation from a relatively outside position... She took careful steps into the chaos, keeping her mind open in the Force...

She wasn't a shadow yet, but that didn't stop her from behaving like one. Quite literally 'obliterating' the consciousness of any guard she caught unaware. The Master and Padawan duo that was receiving the heat would slowly, but surely note that the amount of people gunning for them was closing. Accentuating this point, even after the sixth guard or so she had hoodwinked from the fight, she hadn't even activated her saber yet. Striking from her position of anonymity at will.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

The eerie quiet of hallways leading down and through had her stepping slowly. The dark clothing she wore an eyesore against the internal structures of durasteel build. Even with the base color being of the purple variety, it didn't blend well against the walls as she caught the sounds of radio chatter around her.

Idling up to a doorway left ajar, there was a hustle and bustle inside. The sound of hurried boots and armor being donned as a being whiffed through the opening and barely missed body checking her. They stumbled and spun, a sharp cry of surprise as the blaster was fumbled with.

Pushing against the wall, she used to momentum to take a leap and raise her knee. The snap of a blaster bolt hitting the floor resounded through the hallway as her knee pressed against sternum and pushed them back and down before toppling them. A healthy crunch made her wince from beneath her. She hadn't meant to put all her weight into the move, but she had and was about to deal with the consequences as voices called from inside the room behind her.

Grabbing the dual sabers, they ignited with a warning snap-hiss as a few stopped in their tracks. Possibly at the sight of some masked being standing over their friend with lightsabers now threatening them.

"Drop the weapons and stand down. Or the mothers of Emeberlene will weap for sons and daughters." She hissed. Several hadn't even got their helmets on, a few had.

One missing their helmet raised their blaster as exhaled to steady their shot. And found they couldn't stop as the small gusty breath grew into a whirling sphere around their head. It drew the oxygen from around them, denying them another breath as the blaster was dropped and their hands scratched at their throat and mouth attempting to pull at nothing.

Phalsi's hand was still on the saber, two fingers extended as the sight continued until the rest dropped their blasters. The vortex vanished, the soldier gasping before crawling backwards into the racks behind them.

"Stay put, tend to these two." She snapped, standing and making her way down the hall. The lightsabers hummed as she turned the corner and heard a boots shuffling around the fallen soldier.

A familiar face, at least remembered from the photo she had seen peaked from another door down the way. Picking up her steps, the door closed in front of her as she shook her head.

"Making things difficult will only make this worse." She sighed, turning off the sabers and taking her slicing gear out to work on the door.

 

[Varn Barakis]

Objective One: Boarding
Tags: Aayla Shan @ Cadere Ki'an Vizsla Alana Calloway Phalsi Drynchen (Guest Starring: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala and Mi'la Undari)

The welcoming committee that greeted them at the end of the docking tube numbered maybe a half-dozen in total. From the look of their armor and the blasters they held, Varn reckoned they were Emberlene Regulars. If not, then another form of station security. The way they hesitated ruled out the possibility of the group being belonging to the Shadow Guard, the Eleven's vaunted elite. That was fine. Their turn would come soon enough. Stepping out into the docking tube, Varn held up his hands in what he considered to be a placating gesture, fingers splayed. The lightsaber -his only weapon other than the Force itself- was still concealed beneath the folds of his cloak. All going well, it would stay there. "Friends, do not be alarmed. We come in peace, with good intentions."

His boots rang out as he walked down the docking tube, shortening the gap to the Regulars. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Blast him!" One of the guards yelled, causing Varn to frown. So much for diplomacy, he thought, his lightsaber leaping to his hand.

The distance separating them was gone in the blink of an eye. Influencing the guards' minds via the Force was no longer an option now. He had hoped to make a quiet entrance alongside his companions, but subtlety had never been one of his strengths. And he had to admit, his plan had been a bit too hopeful even by his standards. Oh well. Falling into Soresu, Varn deflected the bolts sent his way with a casual ease, a mix of experience and precognition seeing him safely through. The Regulars recoiled as he got within striking distance, their shots becoming wild, panicky. Varn couldn't blame them. Reaching out with the Force, he sent two of the dark-clad men flying into the bulkheads on both sides of the corridor with enough force to knock them unconscious. A third got hit in the arm by a deflected bolt and dropped his blaster, a curse passing his lips.

Varn drove a boot into his sternum before he could think to do anything else. The man went sailing down the hall.

The other three focused their fire, trying to overwhelm his defense. The emerald blade danced across his vision, swirled to block bolts that no man should've been able to. One sizzled by his ear, ricocheted off the durasteel behind him to hit the space between his feet. It was almost eery how little that bothered him. How little the dangers of combat effected the deep well of calm he became in such moments. He almost missed the part where the three remaining Regulars went down, succumbing to the efforts of his brothers- fellow knights of the Order.

The Zabrak extinguished his blade as the last Regular fell. Despite the fact they'd tried to kill him, tried to kill his comrades, he was relieved to see that they still lived. Not everyone could've taken the high road as they had; a part of him wondered if they had done so intentionally. He pushed the thought aside as he gestured to the two knights. "With me." Varn said, a quick glance Cadere and the others letting him know that everyone was whole. For now, at least. An alarm blared as he stepped over the fallen Regulars, his mind set on the task at hand.

The taking of the CIC, and the disruption of the Shield Gate's defense.

 

[Cadere]

From A Certain Perspective​

Objective: 1
Notable Equipment: Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Alana Calloway | Varn Barakis | @TooLazyToTagEveryOneElse

"Don't look at me, I'm a free agent." Cas answered, responding to Varn's question about a particular Padawan making a mess of things head on. Turning to Ki'an, he offered the Mandalorian a smile, letting him know his joke didn't go unheard. Once docked, the Kiffar accompanied Varn and the others into the docking tube and watched the Knight attempt at diplomacy. Not wanting to steal his thunder, Cas simply watched with a side long glance and waited for the blaster bolts to start flying. Turning to Ki'an Vizsla and Alana Calloway he whispered "Five credits says all hell breaks loose."

Eventually, of course it did, and Cas' amber lightsaber lit up instantaneously, illuminating the Kiffar's features with a golden glow. "At least you tried. I was really rootin' for you too." he quipped calmly as he closed the gap between himself and the hostiles with a gust of Force speed, sending the Jedi Knight from one place to another within seconds. With efficient back-up, Cas wasn't worried about defence and simply rushed to overwhelm as many enemies as he could with his natural speed and mastery of Ataru all the while making sure to take them out non lethally. Which ranged from blows to the head or simply cutting through their weaponry and knocking them out quickly after.

Once the hostiles were taken care of, the Jedi Knight extinguished his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt before turning back to face the others. "Errr... sure. Right behind you, Varn." Cas commented with a raised eyebrow. He reeeeally didn't like being told what to do, but there was no point in being difficult about it. The rebellious Jedi was more than likely to do something unorthodox later anyway.

"By the way guys, please, I cannot stress this enough. Do not kill anyone." Cas reminded the others, looking particularly in Alana's direction who looked armed to the teeth.

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Two: Sol Protocol
Location: Dalyrake-series Interdictor Frigate Green Dragon, somewhere near the Emberlene system
Allies: GAL Ltd.

"Captain Angellus and his carrier is in position."

The admiral nodded, "Go ahead and broadcast the holos of the Green Dragon's attack earlier, and let's set the apparent coordinates of the attack to be a light year away from here, preferably on a route towards Emberlene itself, give the Eleven's Navy to worry about while we get to work..."

"On it sir."

Gir stared at the holo-map. His plan relied on two separate forces: Regular Silver Jedi Concord forces led by the Ethereal would provide most of the muscle for the operation and directly target the prison barge. A second black-flag force led by himself from the Green Dragon would attempt to keep the Emberlene forces guessing and offbalance. Ideally, just the presence of the Dragon and several other "pirate" ships would draw some of the prison barge's defenders away while the possibility of his some of his other "pirates" moving deeper in system would paralyze existing Emberlene forces from leaving their posts near the planet itself to help the prison flotilla. The one fly in the plan was keeping the Dragon far enough apart to appear to be separate from the main Silver Jedi Concord force and yet close enough to support them with an interdiction field if necessary. Ariela cleared her throat.

"Message sent. SigInt is detecting the transmission being circulated throughout the star system now."

He toggled his headset comlink, "Captain Angellus, my ships will be jumping out shortly to be nearish to the prison barge. Hopefully we can draw some of the defenders away from the barge for a clean attack your men. May the Force be with us."

Mere seconds later, the Green Dragon jumped into the realm of hyperspace, accompanied by a wing of Trill T-wing II-series Missile Boats loaded with ion torpedoes and the Terrik-series Attack Frigate Galaxy Trotter, another starship once used by pirates before its capture by the Directorate. He idly tapped his fingers on the command chair as he watched the swirling starlines of hyperspace suffuse the bridge in a soft glow. He briefly reviewed some intelligence reports as they travelled, but his mind was not really in the work, and the man found himself having to go back and reread even the basic synopsis of some of the reports to make sure he remembered them. A few short chirps from several of the bridge's stations announced to them that the vessel was about to revert into real space. The starlines suddenly stopped as the Green Dragon and its accompaniments lurched into real space. Stars studded the black expanse, but among these celestial wonders, the blonde man could make out the larger and more indistinct shapes of starships in the distance.

"We're just out of weapons range of the prison flotilla," noted Ariela, "what would you like us to do?"

"Set a course parallel to the prison flotilla, and let us conduct some direct scans of their vessels. Activate the gravity wells, and let's send a request to them to surrender their cargo or risk our wrath."

"Making them think that we think they might be a simple armed cargo ship?"

"Well, pirates wouldn't know any better, right? If I were a pirate, I'd think there's valuable cargo there..."

She nodded, "Logical, but will they take the bait?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

Objective: 1
Location: Boarding Shuttle
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla Varn Barakis Aayla Shan Phalsi Drynchen

Feeling several people brushing past her, Alana glanced up to see a Mandalorian and another man moving towards the front, the man glancing towards her, a cylinder like shape held in his hands. Seemed this jedi planned on leading from the front, something she could appreciate. All that mumbo jumbo tended to get drowned out when they were chanting from the back. Grinning as the man whispered her way, the huntress was all to easy to take a bet; unlike most the robe clad children on board, she had bills to pay. "I'll take that wager if you care to triple it cowboy." She remarked, priming her stun-gun once more, the adrenaline and the high starting to mix in her body, as the shuttle shuttered into position. Releasing her spent stick, Alana let it fall from her mouth, the cartage making a barely audible 'ping' as it hit the deck, and was promptly crushed under armored heels.

Movement took the shuttle, the hiss of airlocks disengaging filled the room, and her heart began to thunder in her ears, her armor closing up around her once more, as she began to let the adrenaline build, a red filter slowly enveloped the scene, as she could feel her mind laxxing the restraints. The snap hiss of a lightsaber flared, and in a blur of blaster fire and combat haze, she lost track of herself.

When she came to. Alana found herself standing over an armored guard, her weapon spent of it's ammo, as she was bashing the helmeted man with the butt of her gun. Snapping out of the haze, the huntress paused for a moment, her hands slowly releasing her durasteel like vice on the weapon, as she sucked down a shaky breath. She could make out the faintest dots of blood smeared across the butt of her weapon, or perhaps it was a hallucination. She wasn't entirely sure the longer she looked at it. Sound soon blasted in from all sides, as she became aware of where she was. The hiss of a saber being extinguished bringing her back into the real world, and her eyes fixate on the wielder. Sobriety slowly came trickling back to her, her memory being jogged, as the man gave a reminder. No killing. Oh, right. She mouthed to herself, her face still obscured by the armored mask, though her body movements were sluggish and confused. She rose from the beaten man, her muscle memory unloaded the spent energy cell, sliding a fresh one into place and priming her weapon.

Was she really this loose of a cannon? Was she losing it? The questions bounced around in her skull, though the huntress was set in her 'combat' mood, looking to the jedi and Mandalorian, as it seemed those two would be the best to stick around with. Especially if she didn't have her head on straight.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

Objective 1​

Ki'an was content taking a back-seat role in their mission and had no qualms about allowing the Jedi to lead. However, one of the other Mandalorians that accompanied him was not so thrilled at the potential of being seen as subordinates in their equal alliance. He did not actively speak out against it, there was a definite undercurrent of tension. The warrior culture were a proud yet contentious people and they would not allow themselves to be considered as anything less than equals to their Jedi benefactors.

The Mandalorian glanced between Cas and their accompanying ally who was clearly not a Jedi and seemed to be a common mercenary. His gaze moved from her face to the stick in her hand and then to Cas to see if he had noticed one of their hired mercenaries was high. "Are you sure you're feeling okay to do this?" He asked her with uncertainty. If she was too far out of it then she could prove to be a danger to herself and others.

The other two Mandalorians idly approached their allies, relaxed about the situation. "How's diplomacy working out for you Jedi?" One of the Mandalorians teased Cas, giving him a playful nudge as he walked past. There would always be clashes between the two groups but at least many were in jest.

Soon, all were busy as reinforcements made their way to the docking bay but the group were quick to dispatch the security guards. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the woman that accompanied them as she beat one of the guards. "Hey! Stop!" He tried to get her attention as he quickly approached her but to no avail. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and lifted her up and turned away from the guard to prevent her from hitting him. "You're working for the Jedi, remember?" He spoke to her gently and without judgement.

Cadere Alana Calloway Varn Barakis

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

Her annoyed muttering was likely giving the mistryl inside some measure of joy as she actively fought against the counter slicing that was happening. Her eye twitching as she locked down one section of access only to find another being reverted back. Propping her knee against the wall and giving her device a haphazard table to rest on, she produced a lightsaber and ignited it. She eyed the frame, left and right before deciding on a likely point before leaning the tip of the blade against it and slowly melting through.

An alarmed yelp after a long minute of the cutting process gave results as the counter slicing paused long enough for her to override the other and gain access to the door. The seconds it took the door to open through the melting was not a joy to behold, but the dark interior wasn't much help either as she eyed the half open access.

Swallowing her doubt about how easy it was to be, she stowed the device and produced both sabers before throwing herself through the gap and inside. The dark interior was remedied with her mask, activating the night vision in time to see the other mistryl baring down on her. Even knowing the other woman was here didn't stop the alarmed squeak that passed her lips as she caught the other Mistryl's hands.

Her hands vibrated as the hostile mistryl wielded a vibroblade. It was dangerously close to her face, and even though she has a face covering on, it was worthless as armor. The struggle was a losing one as the blade slowly pushed closer and closer towards her face, her own strength failing against the seasoned mistryl fighter.

 

[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Emberlyne Open Space

Spoiler: SHIP AND FIGHTER MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER

1. Voodoo 7(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 8(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
3. Voodoo 9(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
4. Voodoo 10(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
5. Voodoo 11(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
6. Voodoo 12(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
7. Voodoo 13(Gator Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
8. Voodoo 14(Raguel Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 15(Beak Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
2. Voodoo 16(Jok Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
3. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
4. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
5. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT

1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Gregale-class Heavy Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Cherub Gunship
2. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
3. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
4. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
5. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES

Seraphim Marines
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

ORDERS: Prep for attack
WINGMATES: Gir Quee

"Acknowledged. They won't know which way to turn if we play our cards right. Good hunting and May the Force be with you."

Cutting the comm, he couldn't help but chuckle to his XO Halpern. "Always feel cheesy saying that."

Flight Control was sending in reports that his orders were followed and all "birds" were in the air as they both laughed. Not long afterwards, more SJDF ships dropped out of hyperspace and began to form up.

"Tactical-Conn. Inform us when you have weapons hot and targeting solutions ready to go. I want us up on a moment's notice."

"Aye sir."

"I want all fighters continuing intersecting patterns. Overlap each other and extend the distance each time. When all ships are ready we commit. Until then, we simply look too afraid to do something."

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Two: Sol Protocol
Location: Dalyrake-series Interdictor Frigate Green Dragon, outskirts of the Emberlene system
Allies: GAL Ltd.

"Some are taking the bait, it would seem," murmured Ariela.

The blonde man nodded, watching a several dozen of the Eta Interceptors and Tau Bombers jetted away from the prison barge towards his formation. Behind that starfighter screen, a trio of the Kobold Blastboats formed a triangular intercept formation. He considered his options. In terms of overall strength, they were largely equivalent in terms of starfighter strength and his frigates both easily outmatched the blastboats. Do they expect us to run from that? They might if we're not particularly brave pirates, or if they show some determination to fight that we may not think that its worth the prize...Yet it'd be nicer if we could draw more of their forces away...Maybe we just to need them the right impetus? He briefly pressed his lips together as he calculated the odds of a few tactics.

"Flight control, keep all missile boats by us to screen against the enemy fighters. Our point defenses can help disable them if need be. Signal the Galaxy Trotter that we're going to attempt to disable all of the Kobol Blastboats en route to us and drag them away to use as bait," ordered Gir.

"Aye sir."

"Ariela, do we have a voice modulator program."

"We do."

"Patch it into my headset. I'm going to broadcast a message to their fleet."

"All right....done."

He toggled his headset comlink, "You are fools to resist us. When we capture your people, I will broadcast their last screams to you via this channel. I hope their deaths are worth the treasure in the holds of your vessels. I will stop this though if you do surrender unconditionally. Your people will be able to go free. You just have but to say the words, I give you my word as a buccaneer of the Code. Arkash out."

"That was horrible. Next time, you let me do the talking..."

Gir shrugged, "Well, it's not like I'm a trained actor..."

Even as the words emerged out of his mouth, weapons fire lit up between the incoming mistryl starfighters and the formation of ersatz pirates.

 

[Acaadi]

Objective 1 (soon Objective 2)

Acaadi didn't let his focus narrow. He didn't even let his vision focus on one point of the shield station he wove his twintail around. Instead he soaked up his instruments, his HUD and let the Force guide his hand.

There were two pilots chasing him. Acaadi was forced to stay close to the hull of the station, inside its own shields. If he pulled away into open space he would be an easy target.

He could feel those pilots narrowing their own thoughts onto his engines. Acaadi swung close past a tower as another stream of lasers passed by his ship. Even having a slightly sharper turn than his followers wasn't going to help when they hunted him down as a pair.

"I'm good for now but I'll need help before clearing the station!" Acaadi called over the comms.

"Bring them around the main control tower and I'll intercept. Hang in there," replied one of the navy pilots.

 

[Cadere]

Objective: 1
Notable Equipment: Lightsaber | Personal Light Armor | Mantellian Vambraces | FF-CAR1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Alana Calloway | Varn Barakis | @TooLazyToTagEveryOneElse

"Ki'an, other Mandos, armored lady - follow me. We'll try and spread out the enemy forces, maybe hold some off for Varn and the others do what they need to do." Cas ordered the others, making a motion with his head which indicated for them to follow. "May the Force be with you guys." he said to the others before leading the others down a path that headed in the opposite direction of Varn and the others.

Cas' lightsaber illuminated his facial tattoo as he ignited it close to his face again. His ears perked, picking up on the sounds of the dogfighting outside - the unique indivudal sounds of thrusters shooting passed every once in a while and the muffled noise of laser cannons being shot off. The Kiffar felt a slight resentment at the situation, as he wished he could partake in the space warfare taking place outside.

Thankfully, he'd be able to take his mind off of the longing for space combat once he and the others would round a corner, the group would encounter a patrol of hostiles. Without a word, the opposing group opened fire on the Jedi Knight and the others. Moving his lightsaber to immediately begin deflecting the incoming blaster bolts, Cas sighed "No one ever wants to talk these days." he quipped to himself.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Phalsi Drynchen

It had taken some work, finding the initial security room that the woman had stopped by earlier, and briefly interrogating those therein, but eventually she had made her way around the corner, slowing to a slow and calculated walk as she slipped into the Force in presence. Becoming less, albeit not gone from it, she wasn't as notable; even as she walked down the empty hallway, and right up to the doorway that held the dueling pair. She rested there for a moment, folding her arms and peering inside as if she was waiting to see who would win. Giving it a fair amount of time before she deemed Phalsi Drynchen was probably in trouble.

She turned, reaching out in the Force, and taking ahold of the other, dragging them through that pre-cut hole, hard enough the back of their knees hit not only the lower portion, but their shins would also slam against the top portion of the doorway, vibroblade clattering towards the wall, and the dazed individual moving to stand. Aayla relinquished that Force Stealth, instead channeling Force Valor through her form, and hitting the other once. left hand moving to lock the others attempt at a strike, while her right shot in a straight jab square across the lower jaw that spun the other.

There was a brief huff from her person as she lumbered over them then, eyes peering down until she heard the telltale sigh of light snoring from the other. And with that, she turned peering back into the room at the woman who had been responsible for the fiasco at the entry-point earlier, long since forgetting she had people to report too; Aayla had a thing for going M.I.A at times. Always on mission, though tending to want to do things her way sometimes.

"Why not cut her arms, and legs off? Not as easy when its actual opposition?" she questioned, folding her arms over her chest, and shifting her weight to one side.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Objective: 1

Being stopped by the Mandalorian, Alana's eyes lingered at the armored figure for a moment, before slowly nodding. She wasn't in the best frame of mind, but she could follow orders and listen; though truth be told she'd rather find a corner and screw her head back on. Rising to her feet, she checks her weapon, finding it still in working condition, and soon learning she had a new designation; armored girl. A small sigh came from Alana's lips, muttering about how she should have paid the extra five hundred credits for the name tag on the breastplate; then again, it would have looked ridiculous. "Actually, my names Alana..." She started, before realizing it was hopeless. She was a conscript for the most part, or rather a paid gun. No point in trying to make a name for herself here and now, that would have to wait for whatever after party the jedi planned to throw.

As she followed behind the jedi, letting her gun slide off to the side, as she primed her wrist launchers for what she was certain was another fight. Sure enough, it proved to be true, and she reacted as she had planned. Her right arm raised, deploying the elbow mounted shield to provide cover for her non-lightsaber companions. Using the her right arm for cover, she leveled her left arm down range, aiming towards a pair of guards, as she fired her stun darts down range. The pointed projectiles struck, and the men soon toppled over as the mild poison would render them lethargic and eventually put them to sleep. Of course, that was assuming her partners trusted her with her arsenal on hand. "Don't freak out, it'll just put them to sleep for a bit!" She tried to inform her party, hopefully they didn't think her that much of a loose cannon. She knew well enough not to load the lethal stuff into these things, the amount of times she had misfired her wrist gauntlets had gotten her to reconsider such armaments. "Seriously though, whats the plan?" Alana called out, keeping the shield deployed for her party if they needed it, though given the fire power they were packing she highly doubted they'd be camping out for too long.

Ki'an Vizsla Cadere Varn Barakis

 

[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space

Spoiler: SHIP AND FIGHTER MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER

1. Voodoo 7(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 8(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
3. Voodoo 9(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
4. Voodoo 10(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
5. Voodoo 11(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
6. Voodoo 12(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
7. Voodoo 13(Gator Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
8. Voodoo 14(Raguel Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 15(Beak Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
2. Voodoo 16(Jok Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
3. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
4. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
5. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT

1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Telepath-III strategic bomber
4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Gregale-class Heavy Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Cherub Gunship
2. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
3. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron)Cherub Transport
4. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
5. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES

Seraphim Marines
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

ORDERS: Attack the barge
WINGMATES: Gir Quee

Watching Admiral Quee's forces jump out of the area, Liram waited in silence before giving an order. They were all prepared for what comes next, but all were waiting on the order.

"Game on" Walking towards the front section of the bridge he surveyed the defenses that didn't go. "Flight Control, how loaded are the A-wings?"

"Full payload, Boss. Full of knives." "Goose" of course was speaking in pilot lingo that the A-wings had full compliments of Concussion missiles.

"I want all A-wings to slash left and right. Punch a hole for the bombers."

"Captain, the Marines are ready to go," Tantor commented.

"Good, get all transports cleared. I want half the X-wings running clearance on all surface guns, I want the other half running cover on their reinforcements." He didn't want to split things up, but there was bound to be more coming. The X-wings were multi-purpose and could handle the responsibilities. This is of course not to say that the A-wings were not capable, but they were built for high speed, less defensive ability. One thing he knew was fighters, the Captain was still learning his way around a bridge, but he could run a fighter group when he wanted to. The new "Cherub" Transports and Gunships were... well they weren't "amazing" but they had the functionality that would prove to be just what the Marines needed. It was just a matter of "mowing the lawn" for them.

"Conn-Flight, Captain, Voodoo 3 is looking for orders for the Jackal squadrons."

'Goose' was indisposed coordinating the actions of his X-wings, otherwise, he would be going off on his little brother right now. Liram didn't want them necessarily in the soup at the moment. They were tested, they were amazing, they were still unproven. However, that meant that the test had to come somewhere. "Hit the fighter screen and the escorts. They've got the mix, they'll be fine."

"Deep end of the pool?" Halpern asked.

"Have to learn to swim."

 

[Varn Barakis]

Objective One: Boarding
Tags: Cadere Phalsi Drynchen Aayla Shan Alana Calloway Ki'an Vizsla

The two knights nodded as Varn turned back to the others. Though they were of equal rank, his fellow knights were not against the idea of him taking the lead on this one. Something had to be done about the station's defenses, and having discussed it on the flight over, they had all agreed that turning said defenses to their side would be of the utmost importance. It would benefit themselves. It would benefit the rest of the boarding party. Most importantly, it would help the fighters currently dog fighting outside. The men and women who'd ensured they'd made it aboard in the first place.

'Course, it might also serve to make the Eleven surrender that much sooner if they knew they had nowhere to run to. Keyword being might.

"And you." Varn replied, but Cadere had already turned away, taking the Mandalorians and the mercenary with him. Varn waited until they were gone from sight before turning back to the others. So, three Jedi against the entire station. The knight liked those odds. "Come on." He said, not looking to see if they followed. He knew full well they were.

And if they weren't, well, he'd have to take his chances. Maybe go find that rogue padawan while he was at it.

"Hope you know what you're doing." One of the Jedi said, matching step off to his right. The other came up on his left like a wayward shadow, completing the formation. "Hope you know what we're doing. Taking the C.I.C won't be easy, y'know. Someone might get hurt." The Jedi continued, the slightest hint of apprehension seeping through with her words. Varn nodded. Someone would get hurt. That was inevitable. Gods willing, it wouldn't be someone from the Order. "I know, but since when has it ever been easy?" He retorted, casting a glance sideways. For what it was worth, he shared his companion's concerns. Risking life and limb so others didn't have to never came easy, but it was part of the territory. Someone had to do it. What were knights for, after all?

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Two: Sol Protocol
Location: Dalyrake-series Interdictor Frigate Green Dragon, outskirts of the Emberlene system
Allies: GAL Ltd.

"Come on...just a little closer..."

The man watched as another squadron of Tau Starbombers jetted towards them, even as his T-wing Missile Boats wove in and around his frigates in vicious dogfights with the opposing Eta Interceptors and Tau Starbombers. One of the Kobold Assault Corvette's shields briefly flared before burning out under the combined fire of the Galaxy Trotter and the Green Dragon. Ion cannon and ion torpedo fire continued to lance into the vessel's side, causing its internal lights to dim as the ship completely loss power, joining almost a dozen of the already disabled Mistryl starfighters. He toggled his headset comlink.

"Trotter, you want to reel that prize in?"

"With pleasure..."

As he spoke, he watched the Ethereal flash into realspace, along with most of its starfighter complement. Hopefully we've drawn enough ships away from the barge to make it easier for them. A quick glance at the tactical screen showed the enemy ships around him in a disarray. Some of the starfighters continued to engage his defending missile boats and strafe his frigates, but others attempted to break contact in attempt to retreat to the defend the barge. Gir watched as a pair of Tau Starbombers broke off from a dive and attempted to bank back towards the barge only to be immediately pounced upon by a pair of missile boats that had weaved around the Green Dragon. A quick salvo of ion torpedoes burned out the starbomber's engines, leaving them at least temporarily helpless. Ariela cleared her throat.

"Are we going to keep up this charade?"

He hesitated, "No reason not to at this moment. It's not hurting us any..."

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

The blade had come dangerously close to her face before something ripped the woman away from the tangle the pair were in. The blade had sang in the air, the sudden outside force propelling it to the side and behind Phalsi as it raked across her right shoulder.

The sharp hiss off air was lost in the clatter of the mistryl being thrown through the door as Phalsi lurched forward with the pain.

The sound of fighting outside drew her attention, a hand up to her shoulder as her right arm burned and shook. The nightvision gave her enough detail to find the medical box along the wall as she popped it off and entered the hallway.

Even behind the mask, the sass was hard to miss as her helmet opened to allow her face to be visible. A few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat as she scoffed.

"I can fight your slightly better than average soldier or guard. They rely on blasters before trying hand to hand most of the time. Most don't want to close with a lightsaber." She shrugged with a hiss at her shoulder, promptly dropping the injury down.

"Hard to compare a month's worth of practice training against seven plus years of combat experience in close quarters. Plus I just suck at actually fighting." She sassed back, dropping powder into the wound before feeling it oxidize and bubble. There was a small stream of blood from the wound already running to her elbow as she pulled the bandaging open.

"As for the lobby. Couldn't have them alert the other Mistryl's or they'd of all gathered up instead of being singled out like this. I have a better chance of doing my job given my lack of combat skills if I don't have to fight three on one." She muttered, fumbling beneath the lackluster armor to try and cover the wound with the bandage.

"It doesn't make me happy killing my own people." Phalsi admitted with a sigh, still fumbling as she sat down and slowly peeled off the clothing around her shoulder. "But I can't let emotion blind me to the future of my planet either. If the people here won't relent, neither will I. But hey, at least everyone in the barracks stood down. That's a plus. Didn't kill anyone there."

 

[Aayla Shan]

Well that was a relief, Aayla had come to arrest her, or at least begin the process of such; but if she was from the area... Well, that absolutely didn't change the fact of what happened, but it made Aayla feel it was less her responsibility overall. She slipped through the hole with an almost serpentine grace, sleeking over to the other at a pace that seemed to slow the more she spoke, observing what she was doing with her shoulder. Aayla walked and observed not just the other, but the entire area, as if she was committing it all to memory. This wasn't the case. Simply training. Checking for cameras, traps, anything that wasn't immediately obvious.

Perhaps even a hidden individual up above, or sulking in the corners. In all these cases, she felt confident that they were alone... And she activated her lightsaber.

"She had a whole seven years huh? Sure can't take a punch..."

Her right hand was held out from her, a little to her right, the blue coming from her beam helping illuminate the area quite a bit as it was set to its highest possible energy output.

"Move your hand..." Aayla said, reaching out with her left to rest her bare hand just above that wound (lightly slapping at the others own hands if she hadn't moved them yet). With her saber still in her right hand, Aayla closed her eyes, not having much practice with this technique, but not having any doubt in her skills to perform it.

Phalsi Drynchen would feel a sudden warmth on that shoulder, slowly, but surely the wound would slow in its bleeding, and eventually the skin would begin to pull itself together; albeit this would take at least six minutes total to be complete. The other would have to be patient, or pull away.

As she did this, Aayla would open her eyes, feeling sufficient enough to multi-task on her goal in the Force, and her own curiosity. "You better be careful with your buts, or it'll cost you your butt one day... I get wanting to secure the future of your planet... I swear on the Force I do, but think about those guys you maimed; and probably killed. You think their families will care what your reasoning was?" Aayla asked, keeping that saber ignited for the light, and quite possibly, her own protection. She wasn't entirely sure about the other yet.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

FROM THE INSIDE
Objective: Remove the corrupted flowers.
Equipment: Armored clothes-How they look, The Mask, Just in Case Cloak, Scope- kept on the utility belt until used, Wrist Device , Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Slicing/Gaming Tool, Hard Light Weapon, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Ship: Gray Messenger, Sanguine Tempest
Tags: Aayla Shan​

Objective 1 - Mistryl's Cleaning House

"Ma'han is more a tactician than an outright fighter. Meant to butterfly instead of get into the thick of it." She nodded to the woman outside.

"She also wasn't expecting to get ripped through a door though. Or punched with the force ." She laughed a little, fiddling with the helmet a little to have the foldout pieces turn flush to the helmet. The light of the saber would suffice for the moment, given they were inside the room and didn't want anyone to come knocking around as her hand was swatted aside.

"A-alright! Gimme a sec-my hand was stuck. Wasn't expecting a silver to be this far ahead of the actual boarding group." She breathed out a relaxed sigh as the woman began working on her shoulder. The force was a wonderfully handy thing, regardless of what the Mistryl's said. Her eyes lazily took in what she could see of Aayla.

The comment regarding those guards from earlier brought a frown to her face.

"That's why no one got hurt in the barracks." She was solemn with her words, a heavy look to her free hand as she continued. "There's a weight to what I did. And I didn't expect that. The holo-vids make it look so easy and guilt free. Like a game. But it wasn't...isn't. Not when they stare at you."

Her head bowed slightly at her own words. Her own thoughts colliding between goals and wishes.

"If people do bad things for good...does that still make them good? Or is that just childish thinking?" It was an honest question, something that had cropped up after the fact of her actions involving the guards.