Faction [GA] The Hapan Crisis | Rise or Ruin

[Aris Noble]

Aris absolutely saw that.

That being Eve's surprise at something. Unable to feel the Force, that was the extent of it for him. He tilted his head just a bit, brow raised. Considering everything going on, what had made her jump like that of all things? Was there something extra here that tripped her senses, perhaps? Something in the Force? Why was the Force so weird?

"Aris," she said smoothly, glancing toward her son. "Take Everest ahead. Lead her deeper in."

And like that his expression stilled and he nodded his head. Something was here, then. He glanced to Eve before stepping ahead, hilt of his saber still in his hand. "I hear someone this way, let's go."

Everest Vale | Valery Noble | Allyson Locke

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Engaging: Valery Noble //:
//: Obj 2 //:

Yes. This was stupidity at its finest.

Allyson had purposefully poked the bear, hoping she could get away with it. But she knew deep down that Valery wasn't that type of bear; she wouldn't sit idly and watch as something interrupted. The Corellian continued to move on the same path she had started away from the padawan. Remaining low, the Shadow avoided any swinging or flailing from the girl. Allyson had to stifle a laugh as she continued to move, her antics mirroring those she used to pull when she had lived in the temples.

She knew Valery would see her; maybe she wanted her to. Still, Allyson had her mission and needed to see it to the end. Moving and keeping low, the Corellian crouched and shuffled her way toward the rubble around them. It was then through the Force she heard the nagging voice of the Grandmaster. 'Chit,' she thought quietly, glancing over her shoulder - making sure the woman wasn't already leaping through the air to crush the Shadow's spine.

Dipping into one of the abandoned houses, Allyson pressed herself against it, trying to listen more for terrifying leather boots that had come closer to her face than she would have liked. Having some safety from the Jedi if she had decided to attack, Allyson quickly responded through the Force.

<<Beep, the person you are trying to contact is not here right now; she won't be getting back to you anytime soon. Beep>>​

A smug little grin spread across her face as she focused her mind, the cloak dropping momentarily. Projecting a shadow in the opposite direction, Allyson had run, letting it move through quickly, then disappearing. Allyson hoped it would draw the Jedi's attention away from her long enough to allow her to head towards the palace. Losing focus of the Shadow, Allyson opened her eyes and listened, trying to discern Valery's location.

Please fall for it, please. Allyson prayed to the stars that the simple trick would do it, but she knew better and drew the bow in preparation for a fight.

 

[DEVILMAN]

Onderon – Remote Landing Zone – The Shadows
Objective 2
Direct: Whottoomuzz Chantin || Indirect: Whottoomuzz Chantin​

The Demon remained silent, listening as the Gamorrean indulged in the self-pitiful display. The crook's movements from speaking made administering medical aid more difficult. Precision and a steady hand became all the more critical as the thug became less and less steady. If the crime-fighter could not stop the bleeding soon, another death would soon be on his hands. Pain suppressor and micro-surtures coupled with a trauma kit. He needed to fix as much damage as he could. Stop key arteries and veins from bleeding out before moving onto the more general damage from the wounds. Bacta gel or a bacta infusion would be necessary to keep the pig stable.

If he could wrap and suture the synthflesh around and onto the arterial wounds before applying a bactapatch on top, that could keep him alive long enough to seek better help. His eyes narrowed under the mask as his visor zoomed in on the wound as the Friend articulately maneuvered each artery and vein with forceps.

All the while, he listened. He continued to listen before tilting his head up to see the Gamorrean become unconscious.

"I will," the Black Ace resolved before continuing his work.

It would not be good enough. Too much damage. Too deep. This would be a patch job, even for all of his skill and efforts. He would need to move the Gamorrean and quickly unless . . .

"Sir, multiple Alliance transports are converging on your position."

Right on time.

His work was finished. The transports would contain the aid necessary for the injured Gamorrean. Their people would interrogate him for further information on the child smuggling operations conducted on this planet. The Fiend knew he would need to pay this man a visit, but first he had given his word. Names and families to look up. The new would be devastating, crippling.

A pain he knew all too well. Pain that the Devilman could not help resolve, not on his own. But perhaps someone else with the proper resources could make life a little easier until the family had time to deal with their grief.

If anyone deserved mercy, it would be them. Suturing the last of the wound, Devilman collected his tools before stepping over to the now-gone padawan's missing limb, observing it carefully. Cryostorage may help preserve it until it could be returned. If it could be returned. She could be dead if her allies had not treated her in time. Another matter for him to resolve later. He would need to check in on her.

The Demon left without a trace. Not even a hint of his presence besides the field treatment of the Gamorrean. A myth to all but three witnesses. The Proto-Predator's practiced disappearance ensured he covered his tracks. Nothing would tie him to the altercation.

A sleek, black yet armored airspeed floated and hummed right above him before it opened its underside. Firing a singular grapnel up and into the cockpit, the Walking Shadow disappeared into the looming vehicle before racing off across the expansive sky as the first of the Alliance transports arrived on the location.