Hear. Me. Roar. [ ME Dominion of Cademimu Hex ]

[Kai Acheron]

Objective IV:
Surmount control of Borosk from Imperial Remnant.
Establish Forward Operating Base within Capital Fortress.

Location:
Planetary Orbit, Borosk

Allies: Jar’orar Tsad Mandalorian Knights Mandalorian Crusaders

Enemies: Borosk Planetary Defenses Imperial Remnant Forces First Order

Keen eyes glittered across the astromech as he slid away from the communications terminal — an act of which he’d been in for what seemed like eternity. But then again, the calm before the storm always held some sense of foreboding pause, mere seconds before the doom that awaited them. Looking back, Kai exhaled in as relaxed a fashion as he was capable, there wasn’t anything else he could have offered up to prepare anyone. Or himself, for that matter. Donning the helmet to the rest of the armor he’d been loaned, the blade warden looked forward into the cockpit. “Good job Goran. You're up [member=Songbird]. Time for your moment of glory! Show us what you’ve got,” he encouraged her, sitting down and strapping himself into one of the jump seats.

Entry was going to be rough, if they even survived it. As if assaulting what could easily be considered the most heavily defended planet in the galaxy wasn’t enough, his eyes balked when suggestions were thrust forward on how to bypass the planetary shielding. There were few options. None of them were appealing. Of them, this seemed the least suicidal, and that wasn’t saying much. Jumping past a blaring field of energy that could vaporize them, in all of ten seconds, past the speed of light, and then pulling up to land? He frankly didn’t know if it was possible. It most certainly wasn’t with him at the helm. For that moment in time, he was extremely grateful that everyone on board was the best the Mandalorian Empire had to offer for each respective role. They knew what poodoo storm they were about to get themselves into. And the risks that came with it.

Adjacent to [member=“Keira Ticon”], he gave her a curt nod, reflecting upon her words of wisdom. In the quiet-most of his own response, as the others were busy gearing themselves up, he acknowledged her experience, and presence. “Thanks…” he procured finally, a somewhat unsettled laugh lingering behind his words. “For both that, and getting me this gear. May very well save my hide out there.” Were anything to go wrong, she was the back up plan. And knowing his luck…something would go wrong. That’s why there were back up plans. Compared to everyone here, save perhaps the pilot, he was an outsider. A newbie.

Their experiences in combat varied, and while he was most certain that he’d be able to hold his own without being a burden, there was no denying the fact that others had vastly more time in battle than him, out of those aboard. Probably why Isley sent the best he had. The Mand’alor knew what they were up against, and wanted the odds to be ever in their favor. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he announced in a far more exhilarating voice.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member=Goran]
[member=Songbird]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Josiah Denko"]
[member="Driel Beroya"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]

_______________________________

Armor

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 6: Custom (Open negotiations with the ME regarding the Beaches of the Dark Side)
Location: Cademimu Autodrome
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"], ME
Enemies: unknown
Post: 1/38

After a trip on Morellia where she had to change shapes to a Jawa troublemaking pilot that worked for Star Tours, it felt good to be her normal self again, even though her normal self was far from natural. The Cademimu Classic is held away from the beaches of Cademimu, and the city, too. For the product manager of the Beaches of the Dark Side series of vacation packages, Victoria Brisson, adding two beach destinations in the series, as well as another set of Mandalorian Empire destinations, like Muunilinst, Mygeeto, Echoy'la, Dantooine, Entralla, Yaga Minor, was too good an opportunity to pass up. Victoria scalped two tickets for the Cademimu Classic for about 10,000 credits, a gold-level podrace on which she wagered an entire year's salary on Po Nulnik, the first (and to this day, only) First Order podracer pilot to make it to the gold tier. First Order-based bookmakers specialized in podracing were having a field day, especially since Darth Scabious wagered the entire value of the Malastare mortgage on Po Nulnik and Prax both placing (that is, both pilots finishing first and second in any order).

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present... the first edition of the Cademimu Classic! The best podracers in the galaxy are assembled before you: we have Prax who, after a spectacular crash in the Abyss on Ord Ibanna, he got a brand new a Gyaban 787, and we have Po Nulnik, who is making his debut at the gold level in the Cademimu Classic with his EXBB-01" the Podracing Quarterly play-by-play commentator told on the viewscreen.

"Because the First Order is currently getting podracing legislation passed, many would-be podracers from First Order worlds had to ply their trade outside of First Order territory" the color commentator continued.

As she understood podracing, bronze-level racers needed to win three or place top-3 in six races to progress to silver tier, and silver-level pilots needed six wins or place top-3 in twelve to proceed to gold tier. And what made the Cademimu Classic a gold-level race was that it required pilots to be gold-level to enter; they offer rewards to the top-5 and bonuses for those who finish on the podium, i.e. top-3. But Cademimu isn't as well-known in podracing circles as Malastare, Tatooine or Ando Prime, or even Echoy'la, Baroonda, Aquilaris, Ord Ibanna. Clearly Victoria knew more about the business and history of podracing than Dunames did, even though Dunames was clearly the better potential pilot of the two. The other sixteen racers are now getting in position on the starting grid.

 

[Krayn]

Objective: III
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire

They had made their defensive positions the moment that the long range scanners had indicated the Mandalorian Empire ships entering the system. Several units had scattered out through the ancient ruins that had once housed the munition stores of the Galactic Empire, each taking up their assigned tasks among the greater number of local militia and First Order sympathisers.

For Hunter-157, a member of the special forces grouping on the planet no defensive position would be made. His unit had specific instructions if the Mandalorians had arrived during their excavation from the Supreme Commander himself. A contingency plan of sorts that would mean that ongoing conflict with the Mandalorian Empire could be controlled not by how often they met but by the decision of the First Order. A mission his men and in extension himself would not fail.

“Sound no alarms.” His voice was modulated by his dark helmet, designed to sound identical to the next Stormtrooper, one unit, one purpose. “No indication of defence until they rush upon you all.” His words were aimed at two people, a Stormtrooper Captain who had been assigned to the small battalion currently taking defensive positions and the local commander of the planetary militia. Each gave a curt nod. “Lure them in and then cross-catch them. You should slow the advance enough to allow us time.”
“What about my men, surely they will be cut down while we give you time to…” The portly commander started, his face looking like a wounded pup as Hunter’s hand rose to stop him.
“You assigned yourself to the agreement of the First Order. This is our declaration. Do you wish to alter the deal?” Green lights reflected from the eyes of the commander.
“No, of course not I just, I’m concerned.”
“Do not be.” Hunter looked towards the sky, a flock of local birdlife suddenly disappearing from their perches in the distance. “As long as you meet them with strength they will respect your efforts.”
A final nod was given and Hunter turned towards the ancient munition store, his unit of six similarly clad troopers following him as he entered the structure.

 

[Corvus Detta]

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]
Objective I
- Location: Garqi
- Branch(es): the Kindred, the Mandalorian Knights
- Goal: Harvest Bafforr pollen from Garqi for use against neutralizing Yuuzhan Vong agents, technology and armor. Process and militarize for deployment.

Corvus turned back to the rest of the group, witnessing a Zeltron mention hydration. Good plan, he'd almost forgot about that. Out here, mom wasn't around to remind him to take care of himself. He'd need to focus on what his parents had taught him and let his training keep him safe. He had plenty of protection, but that wasn't always enough.

"Understood, miss...?" He asked, he didn't know names, this being his first official mission and all.

He took a quick swig from his cantine, cool and crisp, perfect.

 

[Titan]

Objective: Prep
Allies: ME and Mando Knights
Enemies: FO
Gear: A/Y 92 "Aquila" Starfighter, M5 Blaster Rifle, Armor, Concord-39 Blaster pistol, Stygium crystal Cyan lightsaber

Abraxis finished putting on his armor, and hooked up his razordiscs to his back. "All right men, currently we have not been assigned to a objective, but that could change at any moment." Hopefully Abraxis could build those shipyards on Yaga Minor soon, but that was irrevelant, it was time to fight and that was that. Adrenaline rushed through Abraxis' body as he thought of the oncoming fight. This was war, and the Crusaders would not be stopped.

 

[Satine Detta]

Objective. Her own thing


It wasn't hard to get things done but things were different changed and now Nolan was himself ,well. Rebuilt. She had her fears her ideas. She was lost without her clan. The loss of her father and the near loss of her husband.

She needed tI get out again. Needed a contract. A homestead. And she wanted to form a group of assassins. Right now she wanted a drink.

She wandered armed with her light whip, her blaster. She wasn't sure she would need more.

But she did need that drink.

 

[Sakri]

Objective II: Construction of a Temple
Location: Garqi, Northern Hemisphere
Post: 2/37

After they had all arrived, [member="Alexandra Feanor"] spoke softly. Her voice had a soothing quality that Misakritys had to admit was a pleasing quality. Her own response, however, was straight to the point.

"I was told to find you and assist."

The female Firrerreo held firmly to her personal belief that words were weapons not to be used lightly. The more succinct she was, the more efficient she was. Misakritys wasn't speaking for any of the others, [member="James Mathison"] and [member="Maya Carrick"]; she didn't know if they had already been assigned their tasks, nor their situations or allegiances. Her nictitating green eyes stayed focused on the silver-haired Jedi seated before them as she spread her mental awareness to the room around her.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective: III
Post (2/25)

The Mandalorian moved with efficiency, the group he was in blended together quite well, T-visors covering each others blind spots. It was in this movement that he noticed someone shorter than the rest, smaller too, they looked almost, boyish. They stopped after a short while to get a sense of the area they were in, Nicair kept an eye on the small individual, aliens come in all shapes and sizes, could just be one of them. It wasn't until the boy took his helmet off and spoke to what appeared to be a Zeltron that Nicair noticed he was in fact a small boy, couldn't be past eight. He got up and walked over, worry plagued him.

"I don't mean to be prude but might I ask what you're doing here? You can't be old enough to have even started training for your verd'goten." He said as he crouched down so that they were on the same level. He was telling the truth, if the boy had earned his right to be there then he wasn't going to be one to take away his honor or glory, that and the Mandalorian was used to boys being forced to serve before their rightful age, slavery was a hard life.

[member="Corvus Detta"]

 

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: FO @Hunter-157
Post: 1

Trial by fire.

There wasn't anything better to a man bred for war. As a personal challenge to himself, the Zabrak dressed in simple merchant clothing with only his word on his waist. What better way to prove himself a Mandalorian than by such restrictions? Or perhaps, deep down, he just wanted to show the Mandalorians what a true warrior of the Iridonian could do without Beskar.

Knowing Krest, it was probably the second.

He stood in one of the many dropships descending down towards the fight with several other soldiers. Most were dressed in the traditional armor of the Mandalorians, some weren't. All were silent, ready for the fight. On the outside Krest was the same, silent, hiding any sort of emotion. But deep down he was filled with excitement. War was a thrill. An honor. Even before they landed the sound of war was easily heard. Blaster fire rang through the ship rather loudly.

Wait, the ship should have dampened them. Why was it so loud?

A blaster bolt flew right by his head, answering his question. A deafening alarm went off, as the ship suddenly jerked to the side. There was a blast as one of the engines blew apart, causing the ship to spin downwards. If not for the cybernetic arm Krest had, he'd have been tossed to the side. Thankfully, he was already gripping one of the railings nearby. Some of the others weren't so lucky.

The ship went down in a blaze.

The crash sent Krest flying forward. This time he had to let go, or risk tearing the cybernetics off. This is where armor would have been nice. The only way to go was forward, and there was a wall stopping him. He hit it hard, banging his head against it, and everything went black.


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Blaster fire was the first thing the Zabrak woke up to. And a throbbing headache. With a groan he sat up, instantly rubbing where he hit his head. It was bandaged. Next, he looked around. Or tried to. His vision was hazy, probably because of a concussion, as well as an intense ringing. Once that all faded, Krest finally noticed one of the Beskar clad soldiers yelling at him.

"Get your ass into gear already!"

Then his face was blown off. The warrior fell back, a burned mass of flesh being where he once shouted at the red man. A muffled scream came from behind the charred skin, one that would certainly haunt those who heard it. Well, most. Krest didn't stare in disbelief, didn't hesitate. Instead, he turned immediately to where the shots came from. Several stormtroopers were running towards the wreck.

Action was needed. Blue eyes went back to the now whimpering faceless man, and more towards the large revolver strapped onto his chest. A cyberntetic hand pulled it free, and took aim. Bang. The massive slug slammed into one of the charging stormtroopers, causing him to stumble back. Otherwise, it did nothing. Their armor was made to absorb the damage from these kings of rounds after all.

Lasers came in response to the loud shot, burning across the Zabraks form. If not for the Force, several of those shots would have killed him. One certainly made him feel like it should have. He scooted back and switched hands with the revolver. With that robotic limb he now lifted up the helmetless bes'kar clad warrior, using him as a shield. His whimpering ended as another blaster burned through his head, ending his suffering. Once Krest found sufficient coverage, he tossed the corpse.

Once the fight was over, Krest was sure he would come back to honor the man, and apologize.

But for now, it was about surviving, and winning. And the odds weren't in his favor.

 

[Bolt]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Krest"]
Enemies: Everyone else
Post: 1

"Father! Now!" Adriel yelled at her old man, whom sighed, tired of the fighting. A wave of the hand sent Adriel across the cosmos... appearing midst a massive fire fight. Immediately she became a target, one which was met with extreme prejudice. As soon as the folded space was occupied, a grenade hit the dirt just in front of her. Eyes widened, just as it exploded, sending her rocketing through the air feet over head in a multiple timed flip. Landing heavily in a grind across the ground, she exhaled slowly...

Then rose to her knees. A massive gash across her brow showed the explosive had indeed hit her in an exposed location, despite the arms thrown up to block, and the Baka Bodyglove she had worn. It was then she looked down, left eye blurring thanks to blood seeping into it, to find that multiple chunks of shrapnel protruded from the Bodyglove. While it absorbed Kinetic energy the same way a vehicle absorbed fuel, it did nothing against stabbing or cutting damage, hence her suit now slowly streaming a deep auburn.

Realizing once more where she was, Adriel dove to the side, slamming her back to cover, hardly realizing she now was beside another being with red toned skin. Instead she reached to her belt and drew free a small tub. Pushing a dab of clear liquid free onto each wound, she used it to seal the remaining space along the metal. The Instant Adhesive was by no means a medical cure, nor did she want to remove the shrapnel to find she was bleeding internally.

As is she was at least able to bleed outward.

After wiping a goop of the coagulating blood from her eye, Adriel went to the holster under her arms, where she drew free dual Betty Blasters. Instantly she threw herself flat to the side, upper portion of her body now exposed, firing all of her rounds in quick succession. While the attackers had been aware she survived, it seemed most had not expected she would lay down flat as a means to attack, hence each taking the over charged shots directly to the face.

Six enemies died.

Quickly then she righted herself once more, breathing heavily. The wounds were slowly grating against the jagged edges of alloy, causing more damage inside of her, more pain rising to the fore. She would need to feed soon if she wished to heal, that or a Bacta immersion.

These thoughts shot through her mind as she groped to reload her pistols, with each of their ammo packs spent. From her vantage she could still hear approaching opponents, enough to warrant concern. Six dead meant nothing to a hundred.

 

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: FO @Hunter-157
Post: 2

And then the odds changed. Another warrior ended up behind his cover. As she moved to fire, he did the same. Both hands grabbed the large revolver, and he shot off the remaining nine shots. They slammed into two of the stormtroopers, shattering their armor and blowing apart their chests, but that was it. Another shot blasted across Krest's face. A new sensation crawled into his head, originating from his ear.

Or what was left.

He cast a glance over to the woman beside him.

She wasn't doing so good. Probably worse than him.

"Send another volley. I got an idea."

The empty gun was put in his pocket, not discarded. He wasn't going to get rid of the gun of a man who died for him after all. Then he pulled out his metal sword. The dull rod was in his cybernetic hand, and he bolted around cover. More shots rang out around him, but this time he was prepared. A flash of green erupted from the hilt of his blade, and a green edge came to life.

A green blur knocked away the shots for his form, hopefully manageable from the cover fire of his new found partner. They had closed in, and with the Force on his side he was able to rip through the front line of soldiers. Marks of red scarred the white armor of the storm troopers as Krest cut them down without any mercy. Blaster fire was returned to it's sender with a quick deflection, and never once did he pause. There was too many foes to stop now.

 

[Bolt]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Krest"]
Enemies: Everyone Else
Post: 2

Adriel nodded her agreement to the man whom had spoke. Inhaling quickly, she lurched to her feet, rather uncoordinated, to hold both arms over the top of their cover, where upon she once more picked off several more fighters. But this was not where it ended, at this moment she began to pump into the air the dread, pain, and terror she felt in such combat. Any whom understood these feelings would soon feel them hampering down on their minds.

It would not be enough to make them flee, but it was indeed able to make men let their actions be more sporadic. This in itself was able to let them die by the blade of the warrior she currently called ally. As her clips ended, she went to duck down once more, only to feel the heat of a bolt as it scorched impossibily close to the top of her head. The smell of copper and scorched hair wafted toward her nose, while she made haste to yet again reload her pistols.

At the last moment she holstered each, then reached behind her head to grip a hilt hardly seen. Drawing the massive blade of Tantibus free of its scabbard, she swung it around testingly. The Force Fear instantly assaulted her, all the while sending more of said emotion into the air, effectively doubling the fear she felt thus pumped into the air as well. At this point she was shaking with the pain and emotion. It would hopefully be enough to do the same to the attackers.

Quaking as she stood in place, the woman, girl really, fought the instincts to stand perpetually still. To flee, to never return. With every fiber of her being the Heir to the Daemons took a step from hiding, then again, until finally the only thing left was to rush forward into battle.

With her enhanced strength, Adriel swung the blade of the Sword of Night, hacking a mans chest plate in half in a single blow. Were she a human, this would have done nothing, but she was double the strength of the strongest of humans, triple that of the average...

...but she also instantly felt the metal inside her wounds as they jaggedly tore through her insides.

 

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: FO @Hunter-157
Post: 3

Fear.

Wait that's not right. Krest wasn't afraid of these storm troopers. Wasn't afraid of death. He had lived for such a long time in the throws of war that he deadened himself to it. So what was this sudden onset of fear? A quick reach of the Force, and he figured out why. It seems Krest wasn't the only Force User. And with how quick the Storm Troopers began to hesitate and even succumb to fear, well. This was good.

With a seed of fear put into his foes, he chose to capitalize. Channeling the Force into his blade, the Templar swung his blade down upon a nearby trooper. The Force in his blade unleashed, crushing the man into the ground in a heap of manflesh. Bones protruded from the body glove, broken and splintered. In this moment a nearby soldier could have blasted the head off this Zabrak, but fear was strong.

He froze as he saw his friend ruined. And in that pause, he too met a similar end. But instead of crushing into the ground, he was thrown into another group of his allies. Sure, it didn't kill him, but the fear was there. Paralyzing.

Who knew such a power would be -this- useful? Krest didn't, but he wasn't going to let up any time soon.

 

[Satine Detta]

Objective:
Location: Cademimu
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Enemies

Satine was on the ground moving she was monitoring communications as much as her gear would let her, bits and pieces. She knew her son [member="Corvus Detta"] was on the ground, and somewhere was her husband [member="Nolan Detta"]. Now if she knew her husband he was in the thick of battle working his way to being the center and taking out who he could. She wanted higher ground, she preferred being the sniper, or the thief, and at times the kidnapper.

Today she wasn't sure what the role would be as she moved she observed this place had some history to it now didn't it. Interesting she would need to update the Mistryl database. Couldn't miss information that would come in handy, but now who was this First Order and what exactly did they want Cademimu for.

 

[Bolt]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Krest"]
Enemies: Everyone Else
Post: III

Adriel stumbled, fear was unsettling, destabilizing, deadly even. This had led her to accidently bounce the Sword of Night off the ground near the end of swing, ending her momentum for a moment. In an act of instinct, Adriel released the hold he had on the hilt, lunging forward to shoulder a man back. The fall back made the man waver, loosing his hold on his blaster. Righting the barrel she began to unleash what was left in the clip at close range.

Tossing the empty weapon aside she then went back, grabbing Tantibus as she moved. The crowd they faced was now dead, but such noises was more than most would ignore. Placing the blade back in its scabbard, Addy did her best to still her heart and mind. With a means she did not understand, the woman had managed to numb her pain, allowing for more regular movements, so the swing was not overtly hard to perform.

Crouching low, she concentrated on the emotions more so, leveling her own meant helping to not project that which she felt. In, then out, breath after breath straightened her mood until she was calm. Rising up brought a momentary dizziness but it subsided, allowing her to look to her new found ally. He was a Zabrak, red hued as she had noted, and seemingly cybernetic (not sure if this is obvious.). But he was also Force sensitive, for she had seen those Imbued Blades, and knew they required a connection to the energy to be able to be used.

"The name is Tempist." Addy said, giving her codename instead of the real one. Who knew if this was a true alliance, or one momentary so as to best the higher numbers.

 

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: FO @Hunter-157
Post: 4

And as quick as it began, it was over. Splatters of blood coated his clothing, but at least he wasn't bathing in it like he had so long ago. The green edge was shut down, and the blade sheathed back at his waist. Finally the burns on his body could be felt. They stung, but they weren't going to kill him any time soon. Right? He went back to the body of the man who had bandaged his head, and bowed his head.

"Suca ni vack."

A quick prayer for the dead in Iridonian. Then fire took over. Through the Force Krest set the fallen aflame, burning his body to ash in mere moments. All that was left was the beskar armor. That would be left. The ash? Krest gathered that up and set it within the barrel of the warriors borrowed gun. There was still a war to fight, but at least this way the Zabrak could return his ashes to his family.

The gun would help with that.

"Krest." He made sure to answer the woman who had more or less saved his life. Or perhaps delayed his death. "I'm sure you know more will be coming. And with those wounds of yours, it may be best to retreat somewhere to recuperate. We can always return to the fight once you're not at deaths door, aye?"

 

[Bolt]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Krest"]
Enemies: Everyone Else
Post: 4

"I do. But these wounds, at least for now, are as good as they will get." Adriel replied, hands tenderly touching some of the protrusions, "I have sealed them in place with adhesive. I won't bleed out by any means, but it is true I will need to heal." She murmured, then slowly she moved amongst the fallen bodies. After finding a man that still held life by its threading, she dropped low, removed the helmet then began to feet. The proboscis inside her cheeks extended fully into the mans nostrils, up into his brain, removing the Force essence found there.

This was not an immediate healing factor, for the Anzat genes in her blood were heavily diluted. But even as it were the healing would be accelerated were she more Anzat, but still never instantaneous. Her people were better physically, but in the long run not the myths many took them to be.

Before she bent to consume, Addy had made sure to turn her back toward Krest. This did not mean she would be unseen feeding, but she hope she would not be taken as a beast were she indeed seen. When she finished, she did as her companion did, murmuring, "Udes pirusti." It was not a true prayer, or real remark, rather a comment toward the permanent 'resting' state this man would find himself from now on.

As wounds within quickened coagulation, Adriel struggled to her feet again. Moving about the fallen once more, she hastened to gather fallen armaments - but was surprised to find her body suddenly shifted in space. Around her was no longer a battlefield but her home on Tera Lush. Her father was near, and he didn't say anything to his merit, rather he reached into her mind and utterly deadened her pain receptors. Next he ripped the shrapnel from her body stating, "If I heal you properly, you will be to weak to return. Your feeding will assist your reserves but for now, take these Bacta injections." He said and began to administer several in quick succession.

"The man you work with is one I do believe I to had the chance to once upon a time, so respect him. Bring these, offer him one or two. Warn him they are addictive." Fos said, finally placing a few injectors into her hand; Boost, a drug that sped up ones mind until dodging incoming fire was simple for even Non-Force Users. With it her ally would likely be the weapon they needed to turn the tide of battle. She nodded, then once more found she was back where she had left.

Picking up a rifle, she checked her ammunition reserves. Satisfied with the numbers, she returned to Krest's side, "Sorry for leaving. My father wished to speak to me." As she moved, each moment seemed to help her overall. While she was not better, she was better than she had been. Her wounds gave no pain, thanks to the deadened receptors, and she was healing at a decent rate.

"Oh, here." She said offering a needle tipped vial, "Its Boost, a drug made by Merr-Sonn Inc, it will help you speed up your reaction times, make your mind faster, that sort of thing." She finished, then injected herself in the arm.

 

[Darth Osano]

Objective: Mind Your Own Business
Location: Garqi, Wilderness

Posts: [03/20]

It was remarkable how well the structure held up. The walls weren't crumbling. The ceiling was intact. It was also remarkable how many of these damn vines were growing all over the place, covering sections of walls. Stranger still that they weren't growing wildly wherever they wanted. Their placement seemed intentional. Probably not strategic, though, because that would imply either the vines were placing themselves or someone else was placing the vines. Both of which would be terribly inconvenient for Pollux and his company. He was not willing to acknowledge such a possibility. Clearly the vines were the result of whatever experiments were being carried out here and their sporadic appearance throughout the corridors was mere coincidence.

They eventually reached another open area. If he recalled the map correctly, this was where the dormitories were. The turbolift to the lower levels would be just down the rightmost hallway, but...

"What the hell is this?" Eugene said, referencing the wall of... Vines... That were blocking the hallway Pollux had been intending to traverse. Same vines as before, obviously. And now here they all were, blocking off a hallway. Again, this was just coincidence. Pollux was not about to let this expedition get held up or spooked by a bunch of uppity goddamn plants. He was better than that. The Guavian Death Gang was better than that. Pollux ordered the vines be burnt, blasted, detonated, whatever. Just get them out of the way.

Eugene angled his wrist-flamethrower at the wall of vines, only for one of the vines to suddenly lash out and seize the Guavian by the wrist. It twisted violently, Pollux distinctly hearing the crunch of breaking bones, and instead the ceiling was doused in a brief spurt of flames that briefly lit up the whole room. Pollux recoiled, Eugene screamed, and the other Guavians (having not been issued a better command) abruptly opened fire with all of their weapons on the apparently violent wall of vines. Eugene threw himself to the floor as best he could with his wrist still ensnared, just barely managing to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. And for all the blaster bolts thrown at the vines that day, no one present noticed the vague silhouette of an Ithorian behind them, which promptly slunk away, retreating further into the facility.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective V
Location: Space Station Alpha orbiting around Sol'Nega
Goal: Final preparations before departing to Sol'Nega surface.

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"Dropship maintenance still continues, Warmarshal." A brown armored Mandalorian reported to the scoundrel as he followed him down the hangar that was solely used by the Mandalorian Empire in the preparation for their descent to the dark world of Sol'Nega.

"Good, how is the equipment for the War Forge going ?"

"We are currently assessing all the assets that have been ordered for departure and inspecting them for any malfunctions or damage. Rohlan says everything should be fine as his men checked everything out before sending it down here."

"Rohlan's here ?" Zef halted, a slight smile behind his helmet thinking of that old crook - Rohlan Verd.

"No, Warmarshal. His location is unknown but he is not here."

I doubt that.

Zef knew that Rohlan's location was only known when he wanted it to be known. Although he did not look like it, Rohlan Verd was probably the best player in a game of hide 'n' seek and Halo certainly believed that the elder Verd was a much better scoundrel than Zef himself. That man was the best crook around. How he had been a Jedi in his lifetime remains a mystery to the Corellian.

"I am going to check on the Jai'galaar. Radio me when we're ready, I will spearhead the whole deployment."

"You're actually going to pilot that ?"

"Listen to me, boy. That ship is the best ship in a thousand light years around. It ain't never betrayed me."

"If you say so, Warmarshal." The younger Mandalorian nodded before dismissing himself.

Damn, I missed this damn piece of junk.

His eyes fell upon the Barloz II - class light freighter. Once called The Corellian Bolt.

 

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: FO @Hunter-157
Post: 5

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This wasn't actually the first time Krest had seen such a feeding. Surprisingly, it didn't bother him. The Anzat survived on the blood, or something, of their foes. Who was he, a man who once literally bathed blood, to judge another species for something so natural. Though he did note how slow she herself healed. Not a full-blooded then. Or perhaps limited? Who knew, he certainly wasn't an expert on the race.

"I'm glad to see you can heal yourself. Got any ide-" Blue eyes returned to where Tempist was just standing to find no one there. A frown settled on his lips. "Well, that figures." He sighed. So much for backup. It was then he went around the fallen bodies, searching for not guns, but explosives. If more were coming this way, why not make a trap or two? There was logic behind there, probably. Makeshift mines were best, given the storm troopers only had thermals. Better than nothing, but a pain to set up without setting them off.

At least he had time.

Then she came back, right where she was left. This time he saw her suddenly exist, and he blinked. Teleportation? He didn't feel her use it, so maybe someone else was using it on her? Why? He only nodded as he was given the drug tube, simply staring at her. He shook his head then, remembering the explosives he had set about. "Oh, right. I mined the area. Should give them a nice bang when they show up, aye?"

Finally, he turned his attention to the drug in his hand. A boost huh? Kinda like an adrenal. Wasn't often he used these sort of things, but desperate times. Without hesitation he stuck the needle in the flesh leg, and hit the plunger.

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Almost immediately the effects set in. Power, focus. All of it suddenly skyrocketed. His real arm felt like it would be even stronger than his cybernetic, and his eyes widened into focus. Hell, he could already hear the squad of troopers coming to investigate the blaster fire. With a grin he looked over to his ally, and winked. "Come on now shinies! Prove your worth!" Taunting. Why? Because he took off right for their position.