(Galactic Alliance) Merry Life Day, Sith

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Morningstaarr"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Scarlet Ghost"]

Harm aimed his Y-Wing down the spine of the transport. It's elongated design made it far less nimble than the X-Wing in the conventional sense, but there was an area where the Y-Wing was superior, the barrel roll. As he flew his ship down the spine of the transport, Harm shifted his fighter-bomber horizontally with various intensities of barrel rolls. Minor, instinctive uses of the force combined with years of training and his armors systems kept him conscious through the high-gee maneuvers and a step ahead of enemy fire.

He cleared the aft of the transport and pulled slightly up. He rolled over and executed a low-gee turn to put him immediately aft of the transport, a few seconds after Chevu started her run.

"Drawing fire," came a more frantic annoucement. "Cover me. I'm going in for the hyperdrive."

"Copy that, I've got your six." Harm replied as he shifted from his attack run to a high guard on Chevu's six. Alternating between his blasters and ion guns, he aimed in the vicinity of the defensive guns on the transport, attempting to draw their fire towards his more shielded fighter. As he did so, he shifted his shields to double forward and cut his speed by a quarter, making him a very tempting target.

As the transports defensive guns began to take him under their fire, his Y-Wing dancing between the blasts where he could, though his shields were down to 85% already, his scanners picked up a hyperspace footprint.

"I've got another ship incoming, IFF hasn't cleared the downjump turbulence yet." He reported, then spouted off the approximate coordinates of the new contact. The shift in his attention had him catch the edges of more blaster bolts, knocking his shields down to 79%.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Mediha"] | [member="Darius"] | @Alicia Frost
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Morningstaarr"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Scarlet Ghost"]

Julius sat aboard the shuttle, looking down across the rows of his allies, thinking on what was to come, and his role. Most of his 'kind', that is to say those who called themselves Swordmasters or Battlemaster of the various Jedi Orders, were often seen eschewing such missions. They felt that their focus on combat made them effective only in the larger theaters of war, the open battlefield. Truth was, this was where Julius felt he truly shined in his role if by no other reason than the fact he brought to the enemy something they weren't always planning. In recent times, his training regimen had become almost standard. Despite the intensity of his physical conditioning and sparring to some (often taking on multiple lightsaber and blaster drones at a time in his ship), he had felt himself approaching a plateau. And so he had decided to throw himself forward into the fray once again. Nothing like fighting the unknown to shake things up and show you where you really stood.

The war had seemingly ground to a halt in terms of expansion and active war against the One Sith from an official stand point within the Alliance. Some decisions being made also sort of tickled at his brain-pan and made him question things. So he was linking up with newly made contacts in the Underground, and with acquaintances of the more independent variety in the Alliance to take on missions and goals that would allow him to do what he felt he had been meant for: taking the fight to the enemy. Calmly, he fidgeted a bit in his newly commissioned GE-SL1 armor/bodysuit, checking over the various systems, which also coincidentally concealed his face from casual identification, though his Force signature faintly pulsed such to the point any who had spent a casual amount of time with him would see the human dressed in the blue warden cloak checking the gear and drumming his fingers on a lightsaber hilt was indeed Julius.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Zero....Ruining Everyone's Day
Allies: Me
Enemies: For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge -----> You!

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A traitor of a well documented organization knows one thing; to sniff out her kind. Trust, like well placed bet, can go along way; especially if the trick pony is the heavy favour and the gambler knows the right stooge to cast their bet on, as long as the long shot can be made to be delegated as lame. In that essence, all bets are off; when the holder of the trifecta already knows the outcome, smiling from their box seat with a grin as wide as the word truth can stretch.​

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From her overpaid luxury seat, the Witch of the Swamps stood in the single chamber holding fifty Sith soldiers in the air; their feet dangling inches from the ground whilst their judgment of past crimes floated over their heads, as their executioner stood poised to lay down the rules of the Sith. Each soldier, family oriented or not, where guilty of one atrocity; allowing failure to seep into their minds whilst the enemy stood at their gates.​

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"Most of you have been bred to believe I'm a traitor....that I have forgotten my path....that I lost my way," the Dagobah Sith preached.​

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The fifty soldiers reassigned to the Sith struggled to find reprieve from punishment kicked and harboured silent screams, while begging to whatever Gods that watched over them that this Sith would find in her heart to forgive them as they clutched at their throats, hoping in some fantastic magickal way that their saviour would rescue them from a poor judgment would intervene, speaking on their behalf before the switch was thrown sending them reincarnation.​

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"Most of you have sworn....by the decree of your Dark Lord to kill me on sight. Foolish puppets....I have returned....and yet you have failed to carry out his word! Nothing has changed, sadly."​

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With a clinching of her fist, fifty of the Dark Lord's soldiers died, and the Queen of Madness stood in a chamber of the dead, her head bowed and a lone single tear cascading down her right cheek. The Sith Empire was gone, replaced by a paper regime that failed to see their own demise.​

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"And they branded me a heretic," Venefica cursed as she stepped through the corpses. ​

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective two: Counter attack on infiltration team - fire upon shuttle attempting to board.
Allies: [member="Morningstaarr"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kiyron"] Rin'Siul [member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

"You may enter," Azurea said as her lone passenger asked for admittance. The Sith Lord had no crew on this voyage, nor a contingent of guards. She only had a couple of T1 Battledroids, also purchased by and subsequently stolen from AgriCorps.

"Acolyte Staarr is it?" she asked as the fellow Sith as he entered the bridge. "Strap in quickly," Azurea ordered. "We're about to come out of hyperspace." Since the Foe was an older vessel, if someone took a tumble, its hard, grated floors and somewhat rambleshack interior could be quite unforgiving.

Once they jolted out of hyperspace, Darth Azurea quickly hailed the transport in question, "Give me the situation inside. How many troops do you have? What type of armaments are available to you?" She listened to the ship's commander, and then reported the position of the attackers on the outside. "Permission to board," she finally said.

"There is an alliance ship also attempting to board."

"Oh really?" Darth Azurea asked with wicked glee. The Sith Lord could see the shuttle in question, slowly docking near the transport, exposed and possibly unprepared for the Mobquet Transport that was sneaking up on it. She quickly sent out a communication to the shuttle: "Hailing unknown vessel starboard side of Sith Transport. Cease all boarding activity and surrender. Or you will feel much worse than what I'm about to do."

Darth Azurea programmed a concussion missile to impact right above the Alliance shuttle. She fired, and the missile exploded in a sonic boom above the unsuspecting heads of the ship's occupants. The missile's warhead contained an energy pack which would do light damage to the shuttle's hull, but ideally, disrupt the electronics and communications of the ship, disabling the weapons system and radar so they could not fire back upon The Pirate's Foe or call for backup. Jumping up from her seat, Darth Azurea clipped her utility belt upon her thin frame and said:

"Acolyte Staarr, prepare to board either that enemy vessel or the transport, depending upon these intruders and their next move. Take one of those battledroids with you as protection. It's old, but it's better than nothing."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective 1:
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Harmon Taldan"]

Coren could hear the call from his student. He pushed the throttle on his own X-Wing, pulling the transport into his crosshairs. He was going to take them down before they knew what was going on. Communications and engines, getting those down would slow this shuttle, and pull attention away from the shuttles, hopefully. Pushing the throttle to full, he started up for his attack run.

He tucked his fighter in right behind Chevu and below. Pushing the throttle, he was firing across her line of sight. She’d understand, they covered it in simulators. He’d stop before she got hit, but for now? He was targeting the communication’s array. And hopefully messing with the way the gunners were looking.

“Shields double front.” He ordered, over the comlink and to his astromech. Guns were blazing as he pushed the throttle, hoping Chev would stop firing when he cross under her nose.

 

[Morningstaarr]

[member="Darth Azurea"]
Staar checked the ship's onboard scanner. "It looks like we have a couple of ships coming close, not friendly." He looked towards Darth Azurea

"How should we attack them once we board?"

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Alicia Frost ]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"]

As a stream of laser fire headed towards the transport's hyperdrive, Chevu felt a strong disturbance in the Force. A very powerful Force user had joined the fray, presumably a Sith Lord. Just as her gaze dropped to her radar, she heard Harmon on the comms.

"I've got another ship incoming, IFF hasn't cleared the downjump turbulence yet."

"Copy that," she replied. She saw Coren disappear underneath her and her finger instantly depressed the fire button. There was a litany of beeps from the socket as Two Bit lay into her.

"Don't worry Two Bit. I saw him." she confidently told her astromech. Now if only she could get her heart to stop pounding. Their first run complete, she veered around to double back, waiting for her orders. There was an explosion coming from the direction of the Alliance shuttle. It sounded like Spark, Darius and the others had come under sudden and heavy fire. She flicked on her comm, directing a question to Coren.

"Commander, what's my target?"

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Objective Two: Infiltration. You’re on a freighter or shuttle. Break into the main transport. Steal Transponders or Sith ships (Priority), mess with the Sith Network, stealing data, or sending false data (secondary)
Tees on escort, 2/20
Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Darius"] @Mediha
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Morningstaarr"]

Rekha could hear familiar tones coming through the communications chatter, "Sparkler you owe me a kiss" She teased "I'll try to keep the intruders from blowing the freighter up you get in and get out, and if need be I'll come pull your skinny techie butt out, understand?"

Rekha watched the freighter she was their protection, sometimes the worst thing about being protection, was waiting. Today she watched incoming and then she realized the team going in was already under a microscope.

Feth

 

[Roth Tillian]

Allies: [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Opponents: [member="Darth Azurea"] & Others aboard ship
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M1-C3 beeped frantically and Roth turned away from the approaching transport to read the message. Incoming ship out of hyperdrive. Non-friendly IFF. Assume it was a Sith then. He yanked on the joystick, taking it away from the main target to intercept as another freighter exited hyperspace. A fairly large one and one that fired a concussion missile at the boarding shuttle. Too late for that.

"Gundarks, form on me. Disabling this new freighter."

The other fighters, a variety of them, including a few bombers formed up behind him as he sent his fighter screaming towards this new freighter. Interesting broadcast they were sending and it certainly proved their ruse was effective.

"Ion cannons, target their weapons and shields. Give them the opportunity to run." He leaned back and adjusted his shields to full front. "Rest of you, torpedoes and missiles. Same targets. Going in close along their hull."

He sent the fighter down into a dive, locking onto one of the weapon emplacements and he squeezed the trigger, sending a barrage of lasers to hit the shields, a proton torpedo, and then another barrage of lasers as he screamed past the emplacement, weaving through any return fire. Meanwhile, the rest of his fighters engaged in something similar, with the Y-wings utilizing their ion cannons and heavy weaponry.

Then he felt it. A dark, leeching presence that meant only one thing. Sith were on this new ship. Blast it. He punched the throttle forward, darting along the edge of the freighter.

"Eyes open, Gundarks. We've got Sith on this vessel," He relayed the message to Coren. "Watch out for any tricks they might pull."

 

[Kiyron]

Objective Two
[member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Scarlet Ghost"] @Zedova Jaeger @Morningstarr
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Kiyron nodded as Spark commented on his armor being ready. Oh, it was ready enough. Time to really use it, finally. See if it was any good. If not, well, he could replace the rest of him with cybernetics if he needed to. His current ones had already been upgraded for enhanced strength and durability, so he could use his hands and left arm as weapons if need be. He'd punched through test armor with them before. First time in combat though.

Then the missile detonated above them, rocking it and sending alarms beeping throughout the cockpit. He slammed against the hatchway, grabbing it and anchoring himself with his magnetized boots. He looked to the rest of them as the transmission came through. Great. Where were the fighter escorts?

"Get us aboard the enemy transport. It'll hold up better against incoming fire."

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: Two

Allies: [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="[FONT=tahoma]Rin'Siul"] [/FONT][member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/9641-mediha/"]Mediha[/URL] Darius"]

Enemies: [member="Morningstaarr"] [member="[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/9758-abelain-narvuk/"]Abelain Narv'uk[/URL]"] [/COLOR][member="Darth Azurea"]

Weapons, electronics, those were things the technopath could handle. Could sense. Ask her to sense emotions or be a diplomat? #differentstory Every small muscle coiled in her bony-form as she felt the concussion missile approach. Just like sith to send a broadcast and then fire.

#rude

Mentally, she flipped them off.

Straining, the blonde slicer did what she did best. An invisible shield crackled above the freighter through the force, like a massive umbrella as the missile exploded. Their freighter still rocked but their connection to the transport held. As did their communication systems. Their weapons took some damage. Lost a turret. But hopefully not their morale.

"We're sitting nunas out here, Reks. You can see me blush if you keep any more of those missiles from hitting us." To her credit, pale cheeks were only colored slightly. #workinghere #concentrating Small hand curled up into a fist and she slammed open the connecting doors to the sith transport with a snap hiss.

Doors will sealed together and holding for now. She looked to [member="Kiyron"] and nodded. [member="Darius"] and [member="Mediha"] would be fine. Hopefully.

"Let's go. I gotta get to the starboard side of the transport. Kiyron. You're my back-up. Plug this memory stick into a data terminal and get what you can."

All in case she didn't make it. Some info would be better than no info. With that, converse-clad feet stepped through the short seal and onto the enemy ship.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective two: Counter attack on infiltration team - fire upon shuttle attempting to board.
Allies: [member="Morningstaarr"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Scarlet Ghost"]
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Roth Tillian"]

“Let me concentrate for a moment, and I will tell you where we are going,” Darth Azurea said, and using the Force, she tried to reach out for any lightside signatures. A strong presence called to her immediately. As though she had a tracking beam on the Jedi she followed it, until she realized the individual who possessed the Force was boarding the transport.

Just then, Darth Azurea noticed the approaching Alliance fighters. Bloody hell, she thought. There’s not much time. She dashed off a quick message to the large Sith transport. “Permission to board. Tractor beam me in. All available personnel need to be deployed to hangars to greet the incoming enemy. There are possibly more ships attempting to board.

She turned to Acolyte Staarr: “We need to board the ship now, but in the meantime brace for an attack.”

Darth Azurea quickly powered down the The Pirate’s Foe’s main engines and let the beam do its job, dragging her heavy cargo vessel in as though herding a lumbering dune cow. With pressure off of the engines, she fired all of the stern's cannons, including two guided warhead missiles to take out the fighters. The Foe would take damage however, and the ship lurched and rocked, explosions visible out of the view screens as the hull was impacted.

“Get ready to jump off the ship the minute we get on the transport. There could be fire in the interior once we fully dock. Engineers can put it out. We just need to get to the Jedi that’s boarded as well as any escort."

Azurea desperately hoped she wouldn't lose The Pirate's Foe today. That piece of junk had such sentimental value to her.

(OOC: I needed to make an edit because I was supposed to give Scarlet Ghost some orders and I forgot)

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Mediha"] | [member="Darius"] | [member="Alicia Frost"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Morningstaarr"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Scarlet Ghost"]

As the door hissed open, he went with his instinct. Spark was the important one here, and his step towards her was unmistakable. She'd need more than one boy in a fancy suit to keep her close, and he nodded to her. The cerulean skywalker saber came up, igniting with a hiss that had sent fear into foes for centuries, and heralded so much change and woe. It was a blade fitting for a Swordmaster, though to outward appearances, Julius used it like any other tool. Inwardly, the weight of responsibility was such that obtaining the blade had pushed him to start acting a little more right in his dealings. He had a responsibility to the Alliance, and the Galaxy. He would never be a good Council boy, but he could do what he could for others.

"I've got you kid...", he said to Spark quickly "Now get in there and do your thing. Me and the trash-can man here will keep you safe and well."

That was all he said, as he stood, blade ready. If they were going into a hail of fire and death, there were few better Jedi to have. Julius had no sense of self-preservation when focused on a mission. Spark would be safe, or he would be dead. That was all there was to it.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Objective: Hunt Boarders
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Scarlet Ghost"] | [member="Morningstaarr"]
Enemies in Range: [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Mediha"] | @Darius

The being moved down the hallways of the vessel, cape fluttering behind it as it approached the area where the boarding crew had evidently struck. They had finally come, and now they would be escalated. It was not a very long walk at all until he could scent the beings, scent the blood still flowing within their veins and arteries. The familiar scent of inferiors tickled his olfactory senses, the constant reminder that he was dealing with vermin more than warriors.

It was a shame that there were not better foes to face, but that did not bother the Arue'tii too badly. The death of the boarding crew was necessary for the safe passage of the vessel. More important to Abelain however, was the Escalation of these beings. He would face them honorably, and ensure that their ends would be met with glory so that they could rejoin the One Escalation in it's blissful union. While the exterminator hunts vermin for their own benefit, the Arue'tii was hunting vermin for their benefit, not his own.

There were many of them, and he did not wish to fight so many at once, even if they were inferiors. He had no knowledge on the enemy, and they might well overwhelm even him if he were to charge into their midst. So instead, he would wait, he would stalk them until it was the time to strike, and then like a viper he would plunge death into their hearts. It was a simple plan, formulated during a complicated time. They were only around the corner of the hallway he was on now, each one departing from whatever hastily constructed shuttle had carried them here.

He would wait. Who knew, maybe one would even round the corner.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Obj 1: Starfight!
[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Harmon Taldan"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
[member="Darth Azurea"]

He checked his shot. He was so good at his job, there was a grin that crept across the man’s face. He looked up at the screen and nodded. “Porter, get me a new tar—“ That was when he heard the words coming over the coms, from Harm and Chev. He felt the rumble of the explosion.

“Entry teams, report in.” Went the order. They needed to get the data, he was needing that transponder information to do what he was going to be doing. This plan was long in the works, but with more Sith coming to the party? Comms were at least down.

“Chev, Harm, clear a path for those shuttles, we need them ready to go when they’re loaded and disembarking.” He rolled his fighter and saw the ship that had fired the blast, according to Porter. Quickly switching to missiles, Coren dummy fired one at the incoming craft. No need for a missile lock when you were Starchaser.

Not that he was going to be shifting its flight path or anything crazy.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [member="Morningstaarr"] @Abelain Narv’uk [member="Darth Azurea"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“OH baby you know I want to see you blush” Rekha came around and could see another missile heading in, pushing the Tie forward Rekha held the trigger down allowing for rapid fire and the torpedo heading in towards the base.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“AHHHHHHhhhhhhh” Rekha was yelling as she worked to keep it from hitting. The array of sparkles that littered the black, and the wave that pushed her backwards were her rewards.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Keep your eyes open, I think you may have lots of visitors” Too many, the fight was moving inside, and Rekha was now the watch dog.[/SIZE]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Allies: [member="Morningstaarr"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Mediha"] [member="Darius"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Roth Tillian"]

The Ghost rose from her position in the corridors. She had directives now. She calmly marched toward the Hangers, a rifle would be useless most anywhere else. She ran a finger along the serrated blades of her Gauntlet blades, a small smile coming to her lips. But such tight corridors were excellent for other reasons. She soon arrived in the hanger, and Set herself up on the catwalk overseeing it, Her rifle' resting on the railing. Now one had to simply wait for the enmy to arrive, waiting was never fun. She checked the small screen on her right gauntlet, checking for any other disturbances on the ship, finding none she closed her eyes and concentrated, a spell was necessary if battle was to follow soon after.

Ghost knelt down, her rifle resting against the railing as she closed her eyes. She cleared her mind, and projected her will outwards, ensnaring that of her own crew, and of any enemies unlucky enough to be in range. Allies would be bolstered and reinforced, enemy's minds would be flooded with fear and doubt. A simple spell, drawing on the individual fears and strengths of it's victim "Torus Mjen Hel Verda Zan Torska Ahkrin Rhain Ahrok"

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: 2
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] - obby, fans self [member="Scarlet Ghost"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Morningstaarr"]
Allies:[member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] @Kiyron

"Kid?" Sandy-brows lofted, a small smile twitching on thin-lips at Julius. "Just don't get killed, Pops." Datapad was out. Converse-clad feet carried her deeper into the belly of the enemy freighter. She knew [member="Rekha Kaarde"] would be watching their backs along with...yes...even the ex.

Pausing at a sealed door, her thin-fingers reached forward. The data terminal she needed was behind this door. The codes the Alliance needed were there. The technopath could just....sense it. She also knew trouble wasn't far behind. With a small burst of mechu-deru any locks in place were clicked away and the door opened with a whoosh.

She trusted Julius and Kiyron to keep an eye on the corridor as she turned most of her attention to the task of inserting the datachip and getting what they needed. It would be even better if she could scramble any trace of what they were looking for, too. A sudden cold shiver ran down her spine. Blue eyes-beneath glass-lenses widened as she heard Sage Bane's voice whisper in her ear.

Head jerked but nothing was there.

#shakeitoff #shakeitoff

"Steady," the whisper was more to herself.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Objective 1
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: Sith

“Chev, Harm, clear a path for those shuttles, we need them ready to go when they’re loaded and disembarking.”

"Copy that" Harm radioed back. He pulled back on the stick and came over the transport in a roll. He switched the shields back to full coverage as he then brought his fighter around the port side and down below the transport at a wide angle. When he brought the fighter out of the roll, the defensive emplacements on the bottom of the ship had already began to take him under fire. Not wanting to cause more damage than necessary when his allies were boarding, he switched over fully to his ion guns and returned their fire. "I have the focus of the underside guns. Working them over with ion guns."

 

[Mediha]

Mediha eyed [member="Spark Finn"] as she filled everyone in on her plan; [member="Darius"] had said they would accompany Spark, but it seemed like she had other plans. The Jedi on the end-- someone Darius had seemed to know when they entered-- and the armored solider would be able to take care of her. That left Mediha and Darius free for other pursuits. Perhaps they could accomplish more than one goal that way.

She rose quickly as the others began their exit, and glanced back at Darius. "Don't get killed."

With that, she left ahead of him, following the small group down the corridor. She hesitated at an intersection, staring down an apparently empty corridor toward a secondary set of hangers, but one that made her stomach turn and her natural caution rise. There was a presence there, an unfriendly one. Mediha had moments to begin a shield before [member="Scarlet Ghost"] 's fear spell hit her full in the face.

She gasped as it washed over her, presenting images Mediha wished had been left buried, playing on fears both conscious and subconscious. Her skin broke out into a cold sweat and she whirled, ghosts whispering, always present in the corner of her eye, sending her turning in a circle. However, Mediha herself was no stranger to her people's magicks; she had spent her life studying them, and a fear spell was basic learning. With a conscious effort and exertion of will, she ignored the spectres that encouraged her to continue to whirl aimlessly and, with a ripple of magick, cast off the spell. Shields flared to life around herself and Darius, cutting them off from the influence of the unknown witch's mind magick.

A Dathomiri witch. One of ours. Mediha's hand curled into a fist as anger warred with cautious interest.

"This one is ours," she announced to Darius, and then stalked down the corridor toward the open hanger, her own magick blossoming in her hands and spilling out ahead of her. Illusion beasts skittered in the shadows, sent to seek out and harry the originator of the fear spell. They would show Mediha where her focus needed to be.

The witch could simply be a Nightsister who had fallen off the path, one unable to be redeemed. If she were, the battle would end badly. But if she were still a Sister at heart...

Mediha paused to the side of the hanger entrance, waiting, eyes scanning what she could see of the hanger. Her illusion-creatures would soon show them where they needed to go.

Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Enemies: [member="Scarlet Ghost"]