Hey all, it's the sector pub crawl! [First Order T3 Dominion of New Balosar Hex]

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective 1
Post 4

Kyrel eyed her, He had only known one path and that was the dark side, he had never felt the inner struggle between the light and dark. That was him of course, or perhaps it could be some profound twist of fate, on why he is a servant of the dark side. He did find @Kaalia's Voldaren story rather fascinating much to the dismay of [member="Ara Ren"] who noticed the look on her face, when he brought up the subject. Despite her protests he was always eager to learn about the former Jedi, but than decided against it not wishing to aggravate Ara any further. "No I think that is enough, What about you Ara who are you exactly? I had never seen you before Kaeshana." He said downing his whiskey, and asking the bar tender for another. He politely gave Kyrel another bottle, as he asked his question he saw [member="Samka Derith"], and the newcomer known as [member="Mishel Ren"] who as he looked at her, didn't get a good feeling, and something was gnawing at him through the force, but he dismissed it as nothing.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]
Post 3
Patrol

solid copy XO moving bolt 3 and 4 into escorted position me, 2 and 5 shall remain with the ship to escorted out

Bolt 3 and 4 broke off and started towards the escorts, they met up and sat themselves on either side of the transport, meanwhile Sara and the rest looked out as she kept curling around the ship, making sure no weapons powered up at all and it didn't rush off

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel had downed beer number four by the time Samka had saddled up at the bar. "I fine feel," the brunette replied to @Samka Derith with drunken smile. Getting down from the bar, the younger Ren's footing was not with her. A hand went straight to Sister Sam's shoulder, "fine, feel fine - do you hear something, Sisters?" She asked as outside of the Colony Club 'riff raff' were being chased off. "Brother Kyrel!" Mishel shouted with a finger jabbing into the air before she haphazardly walked down the line until reaching him, "brother, do you know that if we wired you, just right, we could listen to music and Sister Sam can dance and be happy!" If one could get a forceborn child drunk, then Mishel was drunk and once more a commotion was held outside.

"Alright partner! We're goin' to Rocket City anyhow! Gonna play at this hoppin' place called the Jumpin' Rocket - you square man, c'mon lets bug out boys."

"Hopping?" Mishel's ears perked, "Sister Sam!"

Spinning she nearly fell on her face if she weren't clutching onto someone's shoulder, again, "music!"

"Music!" She shouted and then looked over toward the barkeep and then waved off the urge to get another drink. Without thinking (how does one think after four beers?) the girl used her force speed and zoomed out the door. "Guys! I bug too!" She called to the band, "me bug with you!"

The band looked at her, "can you do anything?"

Mishel looked at her hands and then shrugged, added, "I - I want to bug."

"Alright sister, c'mon we buggin' down to Rocket City."

And with that, Mishel Ren was on a shuttle heading toward Rocket City on Quesaya...

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Chalcedon
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 11/38

"Welcome, Star Tours. I trust that your flight from Kaeshana went well?"

"I'm here for the duracrete and the rebar associated with it"

"Open the cargo hatch while the cargo is being loaded"

"Roger, roger"

Once Dunames' ship landed on the tarmac of Chalcedon, the silo crews wasted no time in connecting the pipes about to fill the ship with the powdered, dry duracrete. Pumps got to work to empty the silos from their content until the requested amount of duracrete was loaded. As for the rebar, there were hoversleds ready to load it, with roughly two and a half kilometers' worth of rebar for each cubic meter of rebar being delivered. And Star Tours needed hundreds of kilometers to get the job done. The scene looked like the hoversleds waited in a single line to get their shipment loaded onto the ship. But since it was going to last for a few hours, the crew onboard had no better things to do than to sit back and relax, knowing that this ship is earmarked for Kaeshana's reconstruction by virtue of being used as a temporary warehouse for the duration. Sure it might not be the best use of a ship, but unless an AT-AT barge could deliver some temporary duracrete silo, the ship couldn't return back to regular freight service.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​In truth [member="Irajah Ven"] was right normally such times spent in a club weren't exactly his scene, not anymore. In another time when he was another person he lived on scenes like this, thriving in the seedy underworld where a booth or a backroom was as secluded as you were going to get. That was during a time when he served not as a King or a Dark Lord but a hitman, an assassin and mercenary for hire, a favorite of the Hutt Cartels. As memorable as that portion of his life was he always tried to bury much of it beneath the surface. It was a dark time where he remained lost unsure of who he really was for many years.

​Now?

​Very rarely did his position allow him to spend time in clubs despite how well he was able to blend into the scene after so many years. The idea seemed odd to him that he could go from sitting on a throne to a barstool in just a short time of travel, but he knew where he belonged. Before Braxus could even bring a reply to Irajah she slid the drink over to him, a Tatooine Sunburn. The Sith Lord picked up the glass peering into the liquid as he analyzed its contents before taking a drink. It was sweet, incredibly sweet. The mixed drink was quite tame from the taste and hardly lived up to the namesake. "Your right its very tame, and incredibly sweet. More like a sunset than a sunburn in my opinion." He playfully responded, sliding the drink forward on the counter. "Let me order you a glass of Absinthe. After a few sips you'll start to really enjoy it, its a wonderful drink." ​Braxus said motioning to the barkeep for a second glass of absinthe, in the meantime he turned back to Irajah.

​"I heard there was a gathering of officials from the First Order following Kaeshana, and after that storm everyone could deserve a rest. It's an opportunity for the crown of Panatha to reaffirm our alliance, and promote good relations with the First Order." ​He said taking a sip of the Absinthe. "I'm not a stranger to this scene, either."

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Ara silently sipped her drink as [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Kyrel Ren"] conversed listening intently and deciding to question Kaalia further in private. She didn’t know anything explicit about her friend’s past and now she was insanely curious. As [member="Samka Derith"] came up and chided the group for their lack of discretion, she held her hands up, one hand still clutching her drink and raised her eyebrows, an amused grin on her face. She had just been thinking the same thing, but chose not to vocalize it.

Taking a sip, Ara nearly choked on the fiery liquid at Sam’s comment. Covering her mouth with the back of her hand, she offered her half empty glass to the woman, eyes crinkled in mirth. ”Try this. The drunkards back home love it.” She supposed she could take offense to the comment, but it was hard to deny the truth.

She turned her attention back to Kyrel and raised an eyebrow, definitely brash, that one. She glanced over to Sam and away again. ”I’m just a girl who grew up surrounded by drunkards and thieves.” She chuckled and shook her head. She opened her mouth to add more, until [member="Mishel Ren"] jumped up yelling about ‘bugging’ and then she was gone. Glancing from the man beside her to the girl who had just sped away from the group, she burst into a fit of snortnig laughter at the comment about wiring the man up for music. She could learn to like the young Ren. If she didn't have to chase her all over the planet.

Ara sighed and ordered another brandy, downing it in one large swallow. Feeling the burn of the liquid and the slight buzz of the alcohol in her system she smiled ruefully at Kaalia, Kyrel, and Sam. ”I am NOT babysitting her for the rest of the evening.” She glanced at the door and stood, tossing a few credits on the counter. ”Although I wouldn’t mind a change of scenery.”

She winked and took Kaalia’s arm in her own, moving towards the exit, hips swaying with the music as they went. It was going to be an interesting evening.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: 3​

Location Llon Nebulae​

FIV Indomitable Resurgent Class​

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

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Aran looked on from the bridge as the shuttle docked with the ship that was tagged for the search. Commander Halsey, stood next to the Comms console. She was listening to the comms of the Stormtroopers that were starting their search of the ship. Things were going well for now, nothing seemed wrong.​

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"Captain search team reports nothing of our concern on the ship, Captain of it reports he forgot to reregister the ship with our transit authority."​

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"Understood Commander, withdraw our forces and get bolt squadron to dock back up with the ship. Sensors keep an eye out for any more unregistered ships out there and keep me informed."​

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"Aye Sir."​

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"Aye Captain, Bolt Squadron, XO return to the ship and await orders."​

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It was time for the waiting game again, nothing was going to get though the nebulae on Aran's watch but it was a big system, and they were one ship. He was sure there were more First Order ships in the system looking around as well, alas he wasn't informed if there were or not though.​

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Colony Club
Objective: Pub crawl (1)
Post: 3

Delilah grinned as she raised the glass to her lips. It was nice to make friends, and it had been quite a while since she’d allowed herself to do so – not that she was antisocial by choice or anything. She worked closely with the other technicians, but they never hung around together outside of their working hours. She tried to keep the pilots at a distance; she liked to know enough about how they generally liked to fly and what sort of shape their crafts tended to come back in. But she told herself not to get too close, their job was dangerous. Del didn’t like to see when their TIES came back in sorry shape, or when they didn’t make it back at all.

“Oh, me?” She asked, finishing off her first glass of the sample ales. “I’m from Bespin, not too far. What about you?”

Delilah turned slightly to see [member="Daska Tess"], and offered another friendly smile. The curiosity was pulling at her mind, and she knew that she would have to put it to rest soon or later.

“Say, I know we’re not here to talk shop tonight… but do you fly for the First Order?” A hand came up to scratch her head, “I feel like I’ve seen you around, but I’m only ever in the Starfighter Garrison on Dosuun, or working in various hangar bays. I’m one of the techs; I work on the TIES in the 501st.”

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Jumping Rocket
Objective: Pub Crawl
Post: 1


A hand came through his hair, but not his own. It belonged to the man that Preliat was savagely beating. He stood up after a moment, letting the near-Human male down to the floor with a thud. He shouldn't have tried to touch the Mandalorian's tattoo on his arm. Preliat rolled his hands, wiping the blood from both the man and his own cut hands on the down-and-out man's shirt. The staff were switching to the night shifters, scantily clad women. He was in a haze at the moment. Bathing in rage and alcohol were never a good combination. He was working off a fever, a fever born several years ago. The loss of his wife and daughter only furthered him into the fever. And the only thing to quell his rage, to simmer the heat of the rage, was the intensity of violence, and the mixing of alcohols.

He had done both tonight, and the fever demanded more. So more drinks were poured, and he intended on causing a lot more violence that day.

Why, he could not say. Perhaps it was his nature. Perhaps it was his destiny. But no matter how you spun it- he enjoyed it.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Kaeshana, Ruins of Santassia[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 4; A Promise Fulfilled, A Sacrifice Honoured[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 1[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The stench of fire and death still permeated through the ruins, pitiful and terrified Eldorai still hid in the sea of destruction, not having the courage to venture out and make contact with Imperial personnel. Mud, blood, and blaster scoring appeared to coat nearly every surface, there were artillery craters everywhere, and bodies littered most streets. Silence was the only near constant, only disturbed occasionally by rustling in the rubble or people scrambling their way across the ruins in a less than inconspicuous manner. Or at least it had been, before the consistent and imposing marching of an entire company of stormtroopers broke the silence with the thumps of their booted footfalls.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As near two hundred stormtroopers made their solemn way through the ruins, they spoke sparingly, they all knew why they were there. As their pale forms split the smoke and advanced imposingly ever onward, they remembered what, who, they had returned to these forsaken ruins for. They were carrying body bags, they were accompanied by a variety of transport vehicles to assist them in their grim purpose. There was no celebration for the men of the 189th Grenadier company this day, not until they fulfilled a promise made to those they had left behind in these ruins.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“All platoons, fan out and return to all reported battle sites of the 189th, 4th platoon, proceed directly with me into the intersection” Pharazon ordered firmly yet darkly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Lieutenant Cain, establish a watch and perimeter over all access roads into the intersection, all personnel, report hostile contacts immediately but watch for civilians” Pharazon concluded his orders grimly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yes sir, acknowledged” came the near universal reply from his lieutenants, as they diverged from the company toward the locations within the ruins were they had fought.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Pharazon and the rest of 4th Platoon headed into the intersection silently, he composed himself for what they must now do. He found his mind returning to the battle and to those under his command that had fallen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I am many things to many people, but I am nothing if not determined and devoted, I promised to bring the fallen home and by the mists I will [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]fulfil[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] that oath, I have not forgotten and I have returned, their sacrifice demands nothing less of me[/SIZE].

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Quesaya
Rocket City

Bright lights, brighter games that blinked and annoyed with their sounds. Smoke wafted through the air, smells of cigarettes, stale cigars and food. Furniture that had seen better days, as had the walls it seemed. The Jumping Rocket was a throw back to a time when there had been a great republic and now the only republic that seemed to exist was the First Order. Odd how they managed to become more like the old republic than the republic's own successors the Galactic Alliance. The alliance and their military junta made Ishana scoff at their ideals, trouting out democracy and freedom like some oligarchy masking itself as a true will of the people.

"Another," she said to the waitress, handing her a few credits as the woman left to get another beverage. Ishana's feet were kicked up on another chair. She blamed [member="Pierce Fortan III"] for her smoking habits these days. "Thanks." The brunette uttered as she took the new glass. She brought it to her lips, her eyes surveyed the club once more. Men dressed as old rocket jumpers from said era of old, women dressed the same but with less clothes.

She watched as a band began to assemble on stage, and they announced themselves. "Hey there we're the Buggin' Brothers, and we're here to play for you fine vinecats." He let his instruments speak for themselves and suddenly there were folks making a dance floor right by the stage.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Chalcedon
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 12/38

"We need a temporary dry duracrete silo: once the construction ends, we can use it for the storage of hypermatter"

"Good call, even though the hypermatter resevoir size required would be a little too large for the hypermatter needs of such a spaceport" the ship's chief engineer told Dunames.

"Kaeshana may still need it"

"I'll check who sells such hypermatter reservoirs"

It is estimated that a hypermatter reservoir capable of housing 60,000 cubic meters of hypermatter would last a spaceport that size several months, if not years, before it needs to be refilled. Meanwhile, the loading of the powdered duracrete and the rebar is almost finished outside the ship's bridge. While Mindabaal, Rakata Beta or even Cademimu-Flashpoint, Morellia-Derretowa would need fuel hydrant systems, Kaeshana would not. Although Cademimu-Flashpoint is a little bizarre in that the fuel farm is underground and that a fuel farm would take the spaceport down with it, that design would simply not fly in First Order space. Perhaps Cademimu-Flashpoint was allowed to operate that way because of the lax Mandalorian regulations of the time. But here a certain distance needs to be respected between the hypermatter farm vs. the rest of the main areas. By now the ship is fully loaded, and the takeoff sequence has been initiated, and the loading equipment is clear of the tarmac.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel had been on the shuttle with the Buggin' Brothers listening to them. They spoke about their set list and began to practice their songs. The young Ren was intrigued and asked, "this music yours?" Her eyes spoke of someone who had been intoxicated and yet her urge to learn the field willed her to focus.

"Yeah sister, this music is ours - what you know about music?"

What did she know about it? Not a lot, other than it made [member="Samka Derith"] happy. It made her feel good and so she gave the guy a shrug, "makings people happy?" Her arms went up with the motion as she looked around wiping the drunkeness from her eyes with her hands. Her vision wasn't quite clear but she saw a pair of sticks, and grabbed them. The band's drummer was a bit amused and sat next to her and said.

"Whoa now sister, you got them thangs backwards here you go girlie, gotta hold'em like this and see - you gotta do this, one, two - three and four. Gotta hit the bass with your foot, just tap it sweetheart."

Now there was no set of drums before her but the motions, the motions were what counted. He watched her fumble for a moment, "c'mon over'ere c'mon." The drummer waved Mishel over, and once more her haphazard drunken walked her way there. Plopping herself down at the drum set. "Alright now sister, do like I told you, one, two three and four."

"Boys we almost there!" The band leader shouted, "so we goin' have to finish this later but uh, listen sister you ever get to learnin' to play. You give us a call."

 

[Samka Derith]

Sam crinkled her brow slightly at the reaction [member="Ara Ren"] had to her question. "Did I say something amusing?" She asked, completely bewildered.

But her next move was spent catching and steadying [member="Mishel Ren"]. "Steady," she warned while pressing a palm on the girl's chest to keep her upright. "This is exactly why I said no more. Just be careful." If this was a test of Mishel's ability to fit comfortably into a social circle, Sam would have to unfortunately deem the girl as failing so far.

Letting Mishel manouver her way over to the cyborg in their group, Sam took a sip of the liquid Ara offered then suppressed a tiny cough. "It's like drinking liquid fire," she muttered distastefully. The young Ren wouldn't allow herself to shiver as she felt the alcohol slither down her throat no matter how much her body wanted it. "Although," she smacked her lips as burning sensation left. "I can understand why it may be used as a 'put me up', is that the correct term?"

She turned to see what [member="Irajah Ven"] was doing at the bar, it would seem rude not to speak if they saw each other and 'Cassidy' was not a rude girl. Shy but not rude. However it seemed she was busy and yet to notice her apparent student understudy was nearby. Who she was talking to, however was of great interest. [member="Darth Prazutis"], the Dark Titan and Arch-Prince of the Pacanth reach. She'd recognise that aura of darkness anywhere. Even though they'd never formally crossed paths, their interaction limited to a faceless exchange of tactics over a holo during the slave revolt on Fornow, she'd felt the ripples of many of his actions recently. When she was told the doctor had powerful friends in the Reach, Sam hadn't imagined it could go so high.

This was very interesting. She observed silently, pretending to follow the conversations of the other Ren around her but watched the body language, the facial expressions of the pair. This wasn't a mere professional relationship, they were warm and friendly to one another. Doctor Ven had that smile she wore during an unexpected but pleasant surprise. The gears turned in the young Ren's head, piecing things together. While her investigation of Irajah Ven wasn't her intended mission of the day, she was never off duty. Ven was more closely tied with the Sith than she thought but it was unlikely that she was an apprentice of the Dark Titan, in her experience, Sith would not be permitted to act so casual around their masters. Unless this was all part of the facade. A bluff to ward off suspicion.

Sam absentmindedly took another sip of her drink having been so swept up in her thoughts she'd forgotten just what she was holding. This time, having been caught unawares, the teenager couldn't suppress the little splutter caused by the drink's strength. Hopefully no one would notice that.

It was then that Mishel disappeared out the door in the blink of an eye. Samka leaped to her feet and instinctively finished the glass in one go, it was rude to leave food or drink unfinished after all.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She repeated under her breath hearing the faint giggling of Ara as she exited the Colony Club just in time to see the shuttle take off with Mishel on it. Sam crossed her arms and gritted her teeth. This was not what she had signed up for.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: 1
Post: 6

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Ara was glad for her two drinks by the time she and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] had boarded the shuttle to Quesaya. It kept her anxiety to a controllable mode of shaky hands, increased heart rate, and slightly labored breathing, but this time nothing exploded. It was a small, but distinguishable improvement. She barely talked to her friend throughout the trip, focused instead on her internal analysis of [member="Kyrel Ren"]. He was brash, upfront, and rather unlikable in her short acquaintance with the man. Perhaps he was just out of his element in such a social setting, but up to this point she was unimpressed. She had to admit that it was probably rude of her to have dragged them off without waiting for him or [member="Samka Derith"], but she was looking forward to a new bar and new entertainment.

Later than she would have liked, the pair arrived on Quesaya, making their way quickly to The Jumping Rocket. A riotous mixture of smoke, noise, and flashing lights greeted the pair, drawing a large grin from the Disciple. She hardly noticed the as the band began playing, her eyes drawn to the collection of gaming tables in the back of the room.

"Now we can test your skills, Kaalia!"

She grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her to a partially full table, the occupants younger men in casual clothing, some partially hammered already. The game of choice, sabacc, of course. Ara paused beside the empty chairs, smiling flirtatiously at the nearest gentlemen.

"Do you men mind if we join you? I was recently teaching my friend here how to play and now I believe she's outgrown my skills. Perhaps you handsome gentlemen could help?"

A soft purr and flutter of eyelashes complemented the comment perfectly, as she pushed the younger girl into a chair and leaned in closely, whispering in her ear. "Flirt with them, throw them off guard...and then take all their credits." She pulled away, laughing and flashing the men a brilliant smile. Waving down a nearby waiter, she ordered two more brandys, one for her and one for Kaalia. She had a feeling her friend would need one.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel now left alone to her own devices scanned the Jumping Rocket. At first she was sad, she did not see any of her sisters. And then she saw, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Ara Ren"]. "SISTERS!" The brunette shouted at the top of her lungs, running with some dignity across the club. At least she had been running until she saw someone with a tray of food, and another with a tray of drinks. Grabbing food into her arms and a drink of a tray she managed her way toward the table, "sisters, do you require nourishment?" She offered her plates of food, hors d'oeuvre really.

She excused herself between Ara and a gentlemen, "she being my sister, sorry." Was her only explanation, the band's music played up in the background and seemed to making talking hard - so her volume increased. "Do you require nourishment!" And then she popped another bit of food into her mouth and glupped down the flute of whatever was in the glass. Mishel made a face, "I do not like this - what is the drink of the imperial?"

"Imperial?" A man called, "then you need a glass of whiskey girl, get this lady a whiskey!"

"What is this?" Mishel asked of Ara and then leaned over the table looking down at Kaalia, "foods?" Offering a plate of hors d'oeuvre to the redhead. "Eat, you eat." She slid the plate down and then sat back on her rear. The girl looked about the club, "where is brother Kyrel? He could be made to make music better!"

Music, oh yes that's right she came to learn music. Mishel left her plates of food there beside Ara and wandered off toward the band, a waitress handed her the glass of whiskey. With a shrug she drank it straight and in about two gulps. Setting it on the tray, she coughed and splurted. "That is disgusting, but like it I!" And the band kept playing their song, Mishel's foot tapped with the rhythm, as she stumbled toward the front of the stage.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: Chalcedon
Objective: 3
Post: 8


Zmej Ren was no Jedi. She felt nothing upon looking at the alien’s crumpled form. Instead of soothing the child’s cries, her gauntleted fist raced towards the Twi’lek’s face. It slammed the girl harder than anticipated, pinning the helpless creature down before the dark side’s power brought her back up, holding her in the air. An animal observing its prey, the blonde disciple circled the creature that was to fill her appetite for information.

“So, you wanted to kill us. That was a bad idea.”

The interrogated sentient stayed silent minus the sobs here and there. Her feet dangled in and air and although having zero idea of how such feat was possible, the Twi’lek obviously understood she was in trouble. Once silence became the prevalent ambience, her sobs stopped as well, eyes unnerved and darting from one person to another, unable to find the cloaked terror. Another attempt to wiggle free from this invisible grip, failing again. Upon feeling Zmej’s free hand gently caressing her head tail, hysteria took over. An amusing sight, at least for the interrogator. These organs were very sensitive from what she understood – putting that knowledge to the test was a given.

Zmej grasped the head tail tighter and yanked it forcefully. As if pushing a button, the action produced screams. She pulled again, getting the same result. Despite that, Zmej found the lack of pleads suspicious. Logic offered several causes.

“Do you even speak Basic?”

No answer. To explore another possibility, the armoured Ren slowly paced before the captive, uncaringly ramming her fingers into the prisoner’s mouth and forcing it wide open.

“Oh. You don’t have a tongue.”

There was disappointment in her voice. She had hoped to extract something from the slave, but it appeared the slavers had accounted for such possibility. Waving the soldiers away, the disciple of Ren took the bag filled with thermal detonators, removing one orb. With the Twi’lek still chained by telekinesis, it wasn’t hard for Zmej to arm the weapon and shove it inside the captive’s mouth cavity, even though doing so had massively unhinged the girl’s jaw and shattered many teeth.

“Enjoy.”

Leaving the Twi’lek alone, Zmej Ren followed after her allies. As soon as the door closed, the mental link confining the girl to the air ceased to exist. Upon hitting the ground, the captive felt infinity split her mouth wide open and expand to pure white bliss as the ensuing reaction turned her into a greasy smudge on the ground.

 

[Perth Levov]

The capital ship she was in sounded an alarm and Perth was immediately alerted.

“A battlecruiser has just dropped out of hyperspace. It has done its best to be anonymous with regards any formal identification – but the ship and its markings are distinctive enough to tie it to a group of Thalassian slavers.”

So, Perth mused. Not Sith. But the news they were Thalassian did not make the news any better. Even amoung slavers, they had a pretty unsavoury reputation. They only kept the best and brightest of their victims and killed the rest, guaranteeing a diminished supply which in turn hiked their prices.

“Engage,” Perth said and went to the bridge to observe the battle. She was no tactical genius when it came to naval battles, nor was she an ace pilot. But she needed to see what was going on.

She noted the Order were using ion cannons, minimising the risk that the ships would be blown up with potentially slaves inside. Meanwhile she saw that many squadrons of fighters had been dispatched to deal with any enemy ships that might defend their main prize.

She noted that the Thalassian pilots were not bad, but the Order’s pilots were a lot better and had superior numbers.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: 1
Post: 5

The Jumping Rocket seemed like a place [member="Ara Ren"] would very much enjoy, and the grin that formed on her face confirmed that suspicion. Smoke, lights and drinks were three words to sum up the place, and Kaalia enjoyed the scenery. The band added to the feeling, and the woman was tempted to sit down for some brandy. She promised to herself to stay sober however, and decided to pass on that.

Suddenly she felt tugging as Ara dragged her towards the Sabacc tables. Kaalia had played a few games with her friend, but she was nowhere near good. It was an enjoyable game though, and maybe she would get lucky. Ara had her seated at a table, while she used her charms to get the men that were playing to listen. The older woman of the two created a story to ask the others to teach Kaalia how to get a better grip on the game, the men seemed to mentally flock around the flirtatious tone. It all made more sense when Ara whispered in the redhead's ear. "You know I can't do that! I can't even flirt with girls while sober!" she whispered back, confused on what to do. The woman was caught off-guard, but she'd try. A brandy was served to her, and she was very tempted to take a sip to loosen up. She'd need it. Then [member="Mishel Ren"] interrupted the scene.

A loud "SISTERS!" could be heard from the other side of the Rocket as Mishel made her way to the Ren duo. She carried food and drink, the redhead having no idea where it came from, and asked her if she was hungry. "You know you shouldn't go anywhere without Samka-" and like that the brunette was already gone. Kaalia let out a chuckle. "Sorry about that, she gets a bit... Odd when she's had a few drinks. Where were we?" The men at the table looked a bit weird for a second before getting back to the game. "I'm still a bit flustered by the game sometimes, so if you have tips for a newer player I'd appreciate it." Her tone was a bit shy, not really knowing how to emulate Ara's flirting tactics. The fact she was never interested in the attention of men made it a bit awkward for her. "Screw it." she thought, looking at the glass of brandy beside her. "One drink can't hurt." The woman took the glass in her hand and took a good swig.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Chalcedon
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 13/38

"Takeoff sequence initiated"

"Now, let's try to do our best to avoid entering the combat zones"

"Roger, roger"

Now the 200m-long freighter began to make evasive maneuvers as well as any heavy corvette could, or a Dagger, in atmospherical operations; by the time it has entered atmosphere, they needed to go somewhere else to get the proper orientation to make the jump to hyperspace back to Kaeshana. Meanwhile, the chief engineer was expedient in ordering a prefabricated hypermatter reservoir. That was a long road to Kaeshana, and that was because of the sheer weight of the powdered duracrete. Whereas a normally-loaded ship of that class would be capable of hyperdrive rating 1, here it would be akin to traveling at class 3. Ouch. That was going to be a slow slog that took them three times as much as the original flight that was done empty. But when Dunames asked the chief engineer of the ship to show her exactly what he purchased and how much it costs. A prefabricated hypermatter reservoir that costs about 75,000 credits and can house 75,000 cubic meters of hypermatter? That's a basement bargain, she thought, while remembering that the price of hypermatter reservoirs scales with the surface area and not its volume.