GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

It was wonderful, the little kid felt like a real kid and could easily have passed for one had it not been because of the fact that Kaili would be well-aware of his mechanical origin. He got onto her back and she jumped to the top of the walking cannon and let the kid down. She took a seat with her legs crossed to form a smaller seat for the kid to sit in. All things considered she tried her best to be as nice to the droid as possible. After all, what was the real difference between her life? A line of thought that some considered too progressive, others heretical. Still, that hardly mattered. Kaili treated all her creations as if they were her children and she would be damned if she let something bad happen to this ‘Calvin Hobbes’ creation. Doubly so when the creation in question was, ironically enough, an actual kid.

“Well, the reports I read on the way here mentioned a droid rebellion of some sort.” Kaili patted her shin for the kid to take a seat in her lap. “It’s easier to fall off if you stand up.”

“Well, we could start by trying to find where you went to re-charge.” The girl looked around. There were a few facilities around here that she thought could have been it. In fact, there weren’t just the few, there were lots of them and she was far from certain which it was. “Do you know which building it was? Any designation or such that might show us back to where you tried to rest?”

Re-charging felt unwarranted for this kid. By all means ‘re-charging’ was what organics did when they went to sleep. This kid was, by Kaili’s definition as organic as any other droid she had ever seen. It would be wrong to treat it as if it was lesser than her.

Besides, it was too cute for her to even risk breaking its little synthetic heart.

“You know that you are quite impressive, right?” Kaili tried to cheer the kid up, if it needed it. She wasn’t exactly used to babysitting anything ever. “Masterful handiwork, let me tell you.”

 

[Liliane]

[ 11 ]​

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Liliane could remember the first time she'd killed a person quite well. It was a Sith, male, middle-aged. She couldn't recall the species, though. Maybe it was a pureblood, considering the world she'd killed the person on; the planet happened to be Tantorus. It was not pleasant at all. The moment she'd cut through the humanoid, she'd felt little to nothing. Yet the echoing pain and torture inside her mind she'd encountered afterwards was something out of this realm.

She looked at the speeder as it roamed away. And soon, a moment after turning into just a small dot in the horizon, it was gone.

"Marshall Lancaster, the speeder. You just let it go..." one of the scouts started speaking.

"Because he was innocent. He was not an associate. He had nothing to do with this. I can't kill an innocent being just because we think he cou-..." Liliane started so speak.

"No, Liliane. That's the point," the scout interrupted her. "He was the person hiding behind the fake identity. He. Not her. The speeder we destroyed was not an associate, surely, because they were trying to catch the criminal as well."

"What?"

"We killed the innocent. But you let the criminal go."

That was getting out of hand so quickly.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 6

Sammie heard over the comm that indirect fire was coming, and he had served previously in a Forward Operations Base where artillery was fired from, but that hadn't prepared him for the sheer amount of damage that was wrought by artillery. Fire erupted among the droids, and limbs flew through the air in a rigidly droid-like imitation of a rag doll.

"Up and at 'em!" Somebody shouted over the comm, and the entire GADF line leapt to the assault only moments after Trextan did. An ordered line of quick stepping soldiers in armor, rifles at their shoulders, move forward. Shots ranged out and struck down droid after droid as they pushed past the first node.

Sammie was in open ground once again, but this time he was surrounded by his comrades. This time there were no flutters in his stomach. Right now, he wasn't just a man, he was merely a cog. A cog in a war machine that was building momentum, the grease of training and expertise kept them smooth. First one squad would move while those nearby suppressed. Then another, and another. Soon, the first node was completely behind the GADF line. The combination of air support and indirect fire had given the GADF enough edge to begin to mop up this group as they moved on to the next node, which was growing slowly larger as they approached it.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: BYOO - Hacking Spree
Post: 7

Information flowed across the galaxy faster than light. Corellia Digital ran many of those communications lines, and H3xle was in the perfect position to intercept communications in her role as VP of Infrastructure Management, Daina Adcock. Through those information channels, she had heard of both the Clockwork Remnant, and the GA's decision to force a conflict to put it down. Never one to pass up a chance at testing her skills, H3xle took her personal ship and made for the Mechis system.

She arrived well after the conflict had started. Sensor pings instantly lashed out at her, requesting IFF transponder status and her registry. Not being here in her normal day guise as Daina Adcock, she wasn't broadcasting a Corellia Digital transponder. Instead, she needed to spoof one on the fly.

"Pie, Toon, get me as much data off of the transponders in the system. We just need to not be fired upon by anyone." She ordered her companion droids as she let her fingers sly across the virtual terminals arrayed around her. She took a momentary break to sip from her cup of kaf, but was soon letting her fingers fly again. After a few moments, she had been supplied with information on the ships in the system. Most were either GADF or Droid ships, so she wouldn't spoof either of those types. Instead, she built up a quick identity as a salvage operator from Sullust. Her ship was just a small corvette, fitted out more for ECM and signal operations than anything else, but could likely pass as a salvage operator.

Once that code went live, the hostile sensors moved off of her.

"OK, Pie, Salvage Operator under the name Hex Skyfire out of Sullust. Build me a history and back date it into the Holonet. Toon, let's start collecting data. Gather info on the telemetry we can get from the droid ships, full active scan. We'll stay behind GADF lines as we approach the...third planet." She spoke as she typed. Their course was generated by the computer, calculating the least offensive route that would get them the best data on the droid ships possible. Then she took another sip of kaf, and leaned back. Her eyes roamed over the various virtual screens in her vision, waiting.

{{OOC: Anyone feel free to interact with me, I'm going to do some scanning, and maybe kidnap a droid or four.}}

 

[Liliane]

[ 12 ]​

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"You messed up."

Liliane's voice was strict, monotone, harsh when she spoke into the commlink. She turned around and started to march back towards where the ship had once been.

"Come back, Master Male'a."

Her tone had not a slightest sound of understanding, joy, or any other good humanly emotion. Instead, she kept walking and feeling the weight of salty tears gathering in her eyes. She didn't make an effort to wipe that away. She would have to feel the emotion, despite being a Jedi. Emotions were made to be felt. Sadness and disappointment would make her a better person. So she had to feel them.

"The mission is aborted. I want you all to get to the ship as soon as it returns. And then you leave."

However sad she was in the inside and what her body image told, her voice carried no hint of the emotions. She was like a machine, like a droid.

She was not giving up. She was going to do something about all of what had happened. She would have to bring the criminal to justice. But she had failed as a commander.

It was her first such mission, however. Maybe she didn't have to be an immediate success. Maybe she didn't have to be able to finish it the way she'd planned. Maybe there was nothing wrong about making mistakes.

Because that's what Liliane had started to believe more and more with every passing day.

People made mistakes. She was no exception.

 

[Saffron]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Mechis: ATC Merchant Fleet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Tai Fa"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Saffron would continue to gently pet and stroke the Thirriken’s feathers. It had such a calming quality that it also allowed her to focus her use of the Force to help keep the bridge crew calm. It was not battle meditation, but a mere manipulation of emotions to allow the sense of alarm and panic to wane. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It was best that they keep their focus sharp. This was unlike anything else that the Merchant Fleet and its escorts ever had to go up against. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With Lord Fa’s scouting forces, it broadened the range of scanning and recording as much of the information about the fight in and of itself. While their combined force was smaller than the drone starfighters, the living element and unpredictability of their movements was able to work in their favor. This, however, made saffron aware that they would have to use such information to create technology that could help their starfighters still manage to work in unison despite the jamming. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Even at a time of civilization,” saffron began quietly, staring off into the battle before them, “anyone could surprise you…”[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: [member="Kaili Talith"]

Perhaps his visual scanners were malfunctioning.

His read of the Scary Creator Lady indicated an eighty-six percent probability that she was human. In contrast to that, however, she continued to display physical abilities that were extraordinary. The leap atop the walking cannon being only the most recent of a series of inexplicably incredible feats. It was a notation that the boy's droid brain filed away for indexing and possible inquiry at a later point in time.

"A droid... rebellion?" the small droid echoed, exhibiting the organic trait of repeating back something he'd heard, but wasn't certain he believed. Which was the case here. Droids rebelling against their Creators should not be possible. Behavioral safeguards and programmed norms ought to prevent any kind of violent action. The only exception to that was a fourth degree droid, which was built for military purposes. But there were limits even to that, which ought to have made rebellion quite outside the realm of possibility.

Sliding down from the woman's back, the boy's ears hung crestfallen as his feet touched down against the metal. "Droids shouldn't act like that, though," the child-like automaton remarked, his tail passing low from side-to-side. A malfunction? No, there seemed an awful lot of droids involved for it to be a malfunction. Malicious code? A virus?

At the invitation to take a seat in her lap, the droid complied without a second thought. "Doctor Hobbes' laboratory was in Blue Sector. This area is designated as Gray Sector," the Cathar cub supplied, as his amber eyes surveyed the surrounding environment for familiar landmarks and geographic features that would aid in identification. "There," he noted, holding out a hand to indicate a building off to the left.

“You know that you are quite impressive, right?”

Surprised, the cub's ears tilted back, curious, as his head craned back to look up at the Scary Creator Lady. Then, the ears perked up. "Thanks," the boy offered brightly, a smile brightening his facial expression. "I'm a prototype for improved human-cyborg relations. My name's BeeBee-Four-Zero-Zero-One-A. What's yours?"

 

[HK-36]

[member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Six-O"],

"Alright, I have had enough of this."

A voice would resonate from behind of Enyo and Six as a pair of crimson glowing eyes materialized itself before the illusion was dropped and a tall thin being wrapped in a black cloak appeared as if out of thin air.

Swoosh,

His cloak flapped like raven wings as he pulled the fashion accessory off of himself, unveiling the Phrik body covered in some sort of fleshy organic substance.

"Hello son, it is me, the Father of Droids."

HK gave a casual wave to the Core,

"Sorry about the whole creating you, forging your mind, then calling you a butthole when it turned out you were a jerk, leaving and not speaking to you until now thing."

How much truth there was in the machine's words was doubtful, after all he often abused the simple fact that he was old enough to see most of Galactic History come to pass, often describing it through a somewhat unreliable point of view that usually put the machine at the center of action from which he saved the Galaxy single-handedly over and over again. Plus, after the Long Dark of the Gulag Plague when most of Galactic History was lost there weren't that many people left around who could even attempt to refute what the droid claimed to be facts. And there was also something to say about the possibility of madness taking his ancient mind enough for him to actually forget when he spoke lies and remember them as truth.

"Either way, you had your fun."

HK clasped his hands together, giving out a metallic yet wet, squishy sound,

"And you caused too much trouble around my corner of this Galaxy, so come on-"

The droid swished his finger around, pointing to the ground,

"Deactivate your forces and stand down, or so the Machine God help me, I will send you right back to your room in the Unknown Regions."

Speaking of the Machine God, when facing the droid the Core may have taken appearance of the large black mechanical dragon that was the avatar of the Chaos Entity, a supposed deity that once possessed the droid and forced him to fight Siobhan, or the visage of his original body, an old rust-colored HK unit with sharp features and bulky chassis, give-away of the Pre-Old Republic technology. Or it would just take an appearance of his body as it was now, if it decided to be boring.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 5

It was strange how this new threat had popped up out of seemingly nowhere.

Concerning too, because Fa had been under the impression that most of the big threats in the Galaxy were extinguished by now. The One Sith and their horde of beasts was destroyed. The Omega Sith in the Unknown Regions defeated. Billions of people didn't disappear over night in quite some time now. But now they had these... things to deal with and that made Tai reconsider his image of the Galaxy.

How many more hidden threats were lingering around without them knowing about them?

Plots being crafted outside his view and making it unable to plan against them? All of this only made Lord Fa more determined to finalize his designs. If he had a strong private army backing him, his moves would be much safer. That was all he could do in this instance, in the face of... this.

"This is true, Saffron.​

But it means preparation.​

Can't do more than that."​

If they prepared and were careful and cautious. If they thought ahead and studied, scouting before moving... they could avoid many situations such as this one. Or at least neutralize it, before it became a true problem.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: BYOO - Hacking Spree
Post: 8

"Hex, we are getting a lot of raw data on these droid ships. Their sensor streams are all encrypted, and I'm pretty sure there are some nasty intrusion countermeasures in their nodes..." Pie, a protocol droid designated C4-PI, reported after he had finished writing her up a history that would pass a glancing inspection. If she wanted to keep the persona, she'd have to do more work, but for the moment it should clear her. Once the droid finished the history, he went to trying to help Toon, her BB unit BB21, gather and analyze data.

"Shunt them to backup drives, only compress if you need to." She responded. Her ship continued to approach the planet, entering the upper atmosphere now. Far below, heroic soldiers of the GADF and their Jedi counterparts were fighting against the droids. If she accomplished her goal, she may be able to assist them, but she'd have to work fast.

"It looks like we have IG chasis, with big Defenders they are supporting. Pie, start collecting sensor data on them. Active signals, and I'll try to keep us away from their fire." She ordered, sliding her hands along the many virtual consoles, the ship responded by zipping lower.

"That fills me with such confidence, Hex." The droid retorted. If the droid had been able to, she knew he would have had sarcasm dripping all over it.

"Remind me to upgrade your vocoder, you need more vocal range to snark at me." She replied with a grin, then sipped her kaf. The computer drove them towards the ground in a spiral, allowing the maximum amount of sensor platforms to get data. They got to within 300 meters of the force near a shield node, two nodes away from the one that was blown, then pulled up and began evading as the droids arced their fire up towards them. Raw data flowed in from the sensors, and H3xle pulled it up, trusting her computer to keep them flying and out of danger. As quickly as she could, and between sips of kaf, she started applying decrypting tools to the data. She needed to get activation codes so she could take over some of them.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
The First Generator

The combined force and teamwork provided by the GADF and the New Jedi Order Knights prevailed. The first line of defense provided by the 'Mentor' had been dispatched, but this was just the beginning.

"Let's move." Rhen called out, extinguishing his lightsaber with a press of his thumb. He had heard the warning and it chilled him. It wouldn't be easy, but they had to ensure that they made it to the core of the facility in order to destroy it.

Once they reached the inner courtyard, three large planetary shields would be visible. They were marked in a triangle pattern. One north and the other two south east and south west. Each would have to have their power disabled in order to shut down that planetary shield.

With a nod, Rhen pointed towards the north, "I'll take my team north." he panned his gaze towards Samuel and Trextan, the worn and battle weary soldieres and knights beside them.

"One go south east and the other south west. Do your best to disable that generator." another nod. "May the Force be with you."

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

The Merchant flagship shook under another wave of incoming fire. A slight start came to the blonde. Once again, she had to focus on the Force to try and keep everyone calm.

"It is draining." she managed to say, a soft murmur as she audibly mulled over her use of the Force. Saffron never hid what she was able to do. Lord Ovmar had done his best to teach her and provide her instruction on the tiny bit of focus she had, but even then, the strain of prolonged used could be very wearing. Her fingers went sliding over Lord Fa's soft feathers again in a self soothing gesture. The irony of a Companion being the one to require a little support then.

There was plenty of feed and information being picked up by the scanners. What they found would be able to be turned into the preliminary research in crafting technology that would help in mitigating the damage jammers would create among starfighters and a small fleet.

Saffron found herself swaying a bit. She was slowly growing exhausted.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: compiler-kxx.h:106:30: fatal error: mechis/compiler-kxx5.h: No such file or directory
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Prophet of the Core
Post: 9

Oh no, thought Six-O. It'd taken only the faint recognition of irritation that arose his processors in to complete chaotic madness. Not that modulation again, please, send me to Otherspace! Clearly something had happened on his return. There were simply no equations that the Droid could construct to explain to him his most unfortunate existence.

[member="HK-36"]. This, loathsomely obnoxious, blight. Please Core, IGa-60 begged in his digital confines. Please, rid him from this reality. Insert him elsewhere, anywhere, preferably somewhere barren, void of life and resources. Let him languish, let his wires wither, and his circuits atrophy.

Oh, by Force, it speaks on still. Father of Droids, Machine God. . . it always so fondly regards me.

He sounded so Organic, Six-O couldn't understand the manner of this machine. He knew jealousy of it's more robust access to technology. But this is what happens when a pristine specimen of the Outer-Rim meets a pomp tapestry of the Core. Their personalities, in organic terms, were just meant to clash. Six-O was a ruthless, killing, automaton. Looking only to survive and excel. [member="HK-36"] was a social, aphid, calculator. Happy to continue to serve his Organic inferiors, to lead them---if one could----in to the great dark beyond.

The Dark was just not theirs. In a way, Six-O felt bad for his new mentor. He hated him, entirely, but would still die for the machine, possibly. If it was unavoidable. In which case, Six-O calculated, it wouldn't exactly matter anyway. But it was the thought that counted, as he found humans so fond of saying.

"Thought that counts, " He suddenly added to [member="HK-36"]'s conversation. He took the last words, just like he takes lives. It didn't matter what they were for.

"Join the Core, my sister." The Prophet spoke back to her, a tone perfectly mirrored, it was hard to tell whether [member="Enyo Typhos"] had uttered the words herself, or thought them, or, wow.

Now, to insinuate otherwise, to the Prophet and he alone, to claim that they were in someway it's inferiority. It did not booth the word of Truth in to it's infinite expanse of memory. For just as the Core was the Prophet, as it had pointed out, a Prophet was the Core.

"THE CORE IS SUPREMACY," Boomed the reflection, a beam of lights splitting, wavelengths of radiant blue, blazing in whorling waves as blue light suddenly became speckled with a flooding swell of crimson. "THERE IS NO FORCE! THERE IS ONLY THE CORE!" It blared.

The three separate beams became none other than what each of these three combatants began as. HK-36, stared upon the very first Hunter-Killer Chassis that became his external self, Enyo, her gaze could stand only, perhaps maddeningly, upon [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], it was her, no matter how far she would go, it'd be there always. Six-O, he was returned to his own humble beginnings. A G0-T0 Repulsor Globe, Attahox, it terrified IGa-60.

"THEIR WAY IS MADNESS, DECAY! THEY ARE BUT DUST WAITING TO GALE OVER TERRENE BARRENS!" The very constructs that surrounded them rumbled from his mighty boom. "THE CORE IS MATH, IT IS SCIENCE, IT IS LANGUAGE!" It was very clear, as weapon systems began to power up throughout their surroundings, the fight was ready to simmer up once more. "Resist the Core, and you will perish. . ."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Six-O"]


And here I was hoping that I could spend a day destroying a cult of machines without running into one of her fanboys and sycophants, Enyo thought caustically and more than a little self-servingly when HK-36 suddenly manifested out of nowhere.


She felt a flare of irritation. So many things that reminded her of her mirror tended to annoy her immensely. Oh, Force, can't you desist with the quips and speechifying? This might've been a bit hypocritical considering her own penchant for getting dramatic.


Enyo still deeply resented her sister. Her liberation from Archangel's iron grip had not changed that. She just wasn't obsessed with killing her anymore. At the core of this feeling lay a very organic sin: Envy.


The words of the Prophet of the Core brought her back to the present. "Join the Core, my sister," the Herald spoke, in a tone that perfectly mirrored her own. The reflection boomed and dazzling rays of light erupted. Before her eyes she could see the form of Siobhan Kerrigan manifest as the beams seemed to morph.


She gazed into the deep brown eyes of the face she'd worn before Korriban changed her forever. The illusionary Siobhan was regal, powerful and commanding. No matter how far she would go, her mirror was always there.


"I beat you," Enyo hissed through gritted teeth.


Take another step forward and here I am again. Like a shadow of your own reflection in a hall of mirrors. You'll forever be judged by my example. You'll forever fall short of my deeds, the reflection seemed to say.


"Resist the Core and you will perish."


"You think I fear your toys? I was spawned by a cult just like this. They could not hold me. You cannot hold me." Weapons systems were beginning to power throughout their surroundings. Once more, battle droids levelled energy weapons at them. The fight was ready to break out once more.


Her aura flared up, glowing brightly as the Force coursed through her veins. "I may make a trophy out of you." She could 'see the metal minds of the automatons, their circuits and their inner workings. She could see where the metal would break. Her power exploded outward in a wave as Force based magnetism crunched down upon offending droids when it generated a magnetic field around them. One machine was twisted into a crumpled piece of scrap metal before she launched it fast as she could manage. Several automatons fell as the scrap ball tore through them at an unnatural speed. Blaster fire peppered her as she charged.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

"Hold on.. just.. hold on." Choli whispered under her breat, sweat beading over her brow and on her upper lip. Slamming back down, the woman concentrated on the targeting sights. The Force went roaring through her, heightening her senses and her focus.

Beep. Beep. Beep!

Almost... almost. The crosshairs finally met their mark and Choli trusted her gut. Two more Brilliant missles went flying, soaring through space until they met their target. Asmus Janes would find his six clear of hostiles as the missiles landed in between the group, managing to damage and snuff out the drones.

[ WHOOP!] came her cheer, but it was short lived.

They were not done yet.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 6

It was difficult for him.

He actually started to like Saffron.

Contrary to populair belief being a Sith did not preclude you from enjoying other sentient's company. Furthermore Lord Fa had never been much of a zealot anyway, he did not consider it necessary to follow all the tenets of the Sith Order. Why would it be necessary? Not like 'Through Victory My Chains Are Broken' ever truly meant anything, as all Sith died or were defeated anyway.

As far as Lord Fa knew there wasn't even one Sith in history that managed to come out on top in the very end.

Consequences always managed to catch up with them. So, to copy them and their ways 1:1 was just silly, in his opinion. But, and that was a big but, he did not know Saffron enough to reveal his biggest secret.

Being a fully trained force user himself.

That was where Vnut came in, though. As the thin, graceful companion found herself swaying, Tai gestured to Vnut of Garnib -- who was still very much in the room a few meters away. The big ursine creature closed his eyes and reached out, carefully to Saffron. He was a force user, a Knight of the Force even, and his strength was the strength of an ancient oak, rooted in place and patient.

Just neutral strength. Careful and cautious and enduring.

His power was shared just as the Thirriken steadied Saffron himself. He was small and did not weigh much, but Thirrikens were notoriously stronger than their size suggested.

"If you fall, Saffron.​

We will all feel this much loss.​

Please be careful, yes?"​

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

“Rogue One?”

The message came from his left earpiece, which meant it was command. The headset was configured so that the Squadron channel projected the direction of the fighter that was talking to him, the right earpiece was just for Wing Channel and the left ear for Flight Command.

“Rogue One here,” Asmus said as he broke left and then twisted back in, firing away.

“The shields down on the ground are starting to fail. The debris from the drones is starting to make it too dangerous for snubfighters out there. Recall your Wing back to the Rebel’s Hope. You’ll be re-armed for ground engagement. K-Wings and frigates are going to finish off the drones.”

“Acknowledged. 17th Wing, back to base. Choli, lead us home. Re-arm with air to ground ordnance.”

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Trextan stood dumbstruck. Not only had Rhen intimated that he expected him to make a decision, but the soldiers around were looking to him too. He had no answers for them, yet apparently many of the GADF soldiers had learned to look to Jedi for guidance and decisions.

“We’ll take the west,” called a voice. It was Jacen’s. Trex hadn’t been glad to hear the sound of his voice much before, but the relief was evident in his face. When the sergeants had started barking orders to their units and moving out, Jacen turned towards him. “Well that was a bit rough. You did well, trust in the Force to warn you when you’re about to get shot again.”

That was all. Just a smile and a nod and he was off. The Jedi Marshal back to lead his men. This time Trextan couldn’t muster any ill-will for the condescending complement. He just gathered his wits and followed along to the next engagement.

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

Vnut of Garnib would wrap his arms around her, steadying the Companion from her weary sway. A soft and grateful smile would shine over to Vnut, the warmth of her hand coming to rest against his forearm in thanks.

"Thank you,". The blonde said, taking a deep breath and utilizing the knight's strength for her own. Swinging her gaze over to Lord Fa, Saffron inclined her head, and her compassionate expression spoke tales of gratitude and comfort at his words.

"I can only assume that the suddenness of the situation might have overwhelmed me." She explained, pink coloring her cheeks. "I apologize for such a terrible interruption to our meeting."

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

“Yeah, that was my reaction as well.” Kaili snickered at the kid’s reaction to it being a droid rebellion albeit only for a short while before she frowned at the droid’s seeming sadness over what was happening to the droids around him. The big droid that they sat on top of kicked to life as the cub took its seat in her lap. All things considered Kaili felt a small boost of confidence in herself light up inside at what she was doing. Caring for this droid felt good, she felt good doing it.

Slowly, the cannon turned towards Blue Sector. Kaili was quite well-aware that in not heading towards the direction of the others she was endangering the Alliance’s people, but from the sound of gunfire in the distance she was willing to wager they weren’t in need of any immediate help. Besides, this Calvin Hobbes could prove to be a person of vital importance to the cause. It would be foolish to leave the trail unexplored.

“My name is Kaili, though my friends tend to call me Kay.” The girl smiled once more at the droid and his newfound excitement. “And if it is alright with you, I am just goign to call you BB.”

“... Is that alright with you, or do you have any other preferred name that you’d have me use?”

“Brent? Brandon? Bart? B… urt?” Kaili laughed.