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

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: 1
Post: 9

Ara chuckled as [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] took off, yelling after her, "That's my girl! Go get her!" Chuckling, she turned back to the group of four, no five including the dealer, very angry men. Three of them were involved in a brawl with each other, the one who'd attempted to take a swing at Kaalia scrambling up from his prone position on the floor.

As the group of men pausing in their attempts to beat up each other and turned to the new threat in their midst, Ara glanced around, surprised at the nonchalance of the rest of the bar's patrons. Either this was normal behavior in these back alley bars, or they were completely oblivious. As one of them reached for a chair, Ara raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile, eyes still blazing with rage.

"I really wouldn't suggest that. Unless you want to end up like your friend over there." She nodded in the direction of the man who'd only just regained his footing. She sighed dramatically as he proceeded to heft the chair up and break one of the legs off. "Are you drunk or just stupid?"

Without waiting for an answer, she raised her hand, smiling as one of the bottles of beer lifted from the table to smash itself over his head. The man went down, aided by the large quantity of alcohol in his system. The four others hesitated slightly before stepping forward, each grabbing some version of a make-shift weapon, everything from a bottle to a piece of the now destroyed chair.

Glancing over her shoulder at [member="Samka Derith"], she raised her voice enough to hopefully be heard over the music. "A little help over here?"

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: 3​

Location Llon Nebulae​

FIV Indomitable Resurgent Class​

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

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Things were very quiet now, no more ships were on the sensors for now. It was time for a shift change, Aran left the bridge and started to head to his quarters. Commander Halsey took over command while Aran got some rest. Aran had faith in her command ability, she proved herself both over Endor and Kaeshanna. Walking into his quarters he took a seat on his chair and looked over some reports that were waiting for him. The reports were nothing important, just the standard ones from the Department heads. Most were just personnel reports, about who was slacking and needed to reprimanded and who needed commendations.​

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"Shuttle and Fighter Squadron have returned to the ship."​

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The PA blared in Aran's quarters. He gave a slight smile as he knew that meant Sara would be back. Though he was too tired to walk down to the hanger bay now. He would make sure to go visit her at some point while he was off duty.​

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

The situation went from handled to messed quicker than Ishana had realised, Bassadro was a bad thing. Inciting riots, starting an entire gang war between pirates, well that part happened on its own but she helped. All for the sake of a now fallen nation, sliding toward the door her arm went straight to protect [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] from the towering security guards. "How's it hangin' fellas? Them boys over there sure, uh..." She watched them bypass her and the redhead, "right c'mon." Heading out of the Jumping Rocket she looked over to see her TIE getting towed. "You're fething kidding me," Ishana looked around and noticed an escape ladder on the other building and rushed toward it. Her hand gripped the ladder and she began to pull herself up on the rungs. One by one the good pilot got herself up onto the roof. "There she is!" Making a run along the rooftops she had to catch the fighter before it took off for Lotho Minor.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Kaeshana, Ruins of Santassia[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 4; A Promise Fulfilled, A Sacrifice Honoured[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 6[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Very good Sergeant, let us be under way then… three, two, one..” Dagon replied to the medic with a satisfied look under his helmet as they lifted the injured man carefully and guided him into the transport. With the aid of Sergeant Hydros they quickly managed to secure the man carefully within the transport and ensure that all relevant monitoring equipment and other stabilisers for his condition were operational before Dagon stepped into the transport to sit beside and travel with the man. He positioned himself so as to be able to rapidly address any change in the man’s condition and to allow himself to attempt to remove the man’s helmet inside the sealed vehicle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Motioning for the Sergeant to enter into the vehicle after him, Dagon signalled to the other stormtroopers under Sergeant Hydros that they were about to be moving once again. He also relayed a brief formal report of the situation to Captain Draken and the troopers at the current scene. Receiving crisp and concise responses from both parties, Dagon briskly ordered the driver to move toward one of the medical camps set up on the outskirts of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]the[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] city ruins as soon as everyone had entered the transport and secured themselves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I can only hope his mind has survived at least somewhat… no man deserves his final experiences to be of this place, of that... battle…” he said solemnly, quietly to this Sergeant Jusik, as the speeder roared through the twisting ruins towards hopeful salvation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Inside the now silent crossroads, Captain Pharazon Draken gave the authoritative order to move out and head toward their appointed rendezvous site with the rest of the company. “This is Captain Draken, recovery operation complete, all platoons report status and then proceed en route to the rendezvous point, over” he said into his helmet communicator.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He had heard from Lieutenant Remus Cain in person as soon as the final of their fallen comrades had been recovered and secured, and he now sought confirmation that as he suspected, the other platoons had respectfully recovered their own fallen. This was to be one of the first times he had received formal updates from his officers, so he made every effort to be the officer that deserved to lead them. He applied the entire force of his authority and perfectionism in his new role as company commander, only hoping that he could win their respect and trust with his skills and leadership. He knew only too well that after Vortigern's example, the stormtroopers of the 189th Grenadier Company would not suffer a fool of a successor to their universally admired former commander and his imposing legacy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Lieutenant Solarus, sir, first platoon reports successful recovery of all troopers confirmed KIA and of all those thought MIA now confirmed KIA, en route to rendezvous site as per prior orders sir, over” responded the imperious, serious, but deeply respectful tone of Arthur Solarus.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Lieutenant Tauron reporting sir, all of second platoon’s fallen have been accounted for and recovered, proceeding to rendezvous now, over” responded the rich, firm, and succinct yet fatherly voice of Maximilian Tauron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Lieutenant Lacroix of third platoon sir, I can confirm that each and every one of our honoured dead have been recovered and secured, we are not en route yet but will be making for the rendezvous momentarily sir, over” responded the confident, genial, and slightly eccentric voice of Josephine Lacroix.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Pharazon listened to each of their reports and watched as his own fallen within the transports began to move out, he found some comfort in knowing that though he had lost many, in his new command he was surrounded by brilliant and courageous officers and soldiers. He felt once again that he had finally found a place for himself, a grand purpose, and was finally surrounded by people who he could rely on and who would not spare a second thought of fighting at his back or dying by his side. He smiled, thinly, weakly, though also in decidedly serpentine fashion as he made his way on foot with the rest of 4th Platoon. He was not only happy, but he knew that with people such as these devoted to him he could also do much and go far, but for once in his life he suppressed his ambition as he walked, content to simply be in this moment, with these brothers and sisters, having honoured those among them that had given everything to preserve them. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][member="Davin Jusik"][/SIZE]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia counted her blessings as the security guard passed by the two, realizing they weren't coming after them. She nodded towards [member="Ishana Pavanos"] with a relieved face. "And by the way, that other woman isn't my girlfriend. Just saying." If the redhead was entirely honest, she was enjoying the current state of events. She never was a troublemaker but the adrenaline rush was something she could get used to, and working together with a pretty woman was never a bad thing. "If you ever need backup..."

'Captain Pavanos' cursed at the sight of a TIE fighter getting towed. Was it hers? If so, how did she get it? Kaalia watched her climb up an emergency ladder, and the redhead followed suit. As she planted her feet on the rooftop, she watched the black-haired woman running along the rooftops to catch the fighter. Kaalia wasted no time chasing after it as well, wondering where they would end up if they managed to catch it.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective 1
Post 6

Kyrel kept to himself wallowing in his own depression, He had hoped for some type of interest besides being a crippled and broken man drinking alone. How sad was that he was sitting at the far end of the bar drinking the brandy that was served to him not a few minutes ago. He had mostly considered himself alone most of his life, from growing up on the streets of Dosaan to his horrible accident as a TIE pilot. He kept drinking hoping to drown out the sounds of the other's good cheer as a man like him was not benefited with such things, the only thing he was given was a life full of hell. and a metal box that could breathe for him, from day 1 this path would be the only path for him, the only thing that was worth living was his devotion to the Supreme Leader and seeing Imperial Flags reign across the galaxy.

He layed his head down ignoring the others, especially the disciples. He didn't felt worthy of ruining the fun, a person like him was not cut out for such fun, given his current circumstances how could he, of course he possessed power and considerable status within the Ren, but fun was never him. Of course he did show a private side only to his servant and apprentice Skylar Walker, but that was it. He sat there finishing his bottle, and even ignored the fight that went on, not in the mood to cause destruction anymore, he just sat alone collecting his thoughts.

 

[Samka Derith]

Too long. It had been too long since [member="Mishel Ren"] had disappeared. What trouble the young woman was in now, she couldn't say. She reached out with the Force but found nothing nearby. No sign of the other Ren's presence. Typical.

As [member="Ara Ren"] cried out for help, Samka starred stone faced and replied "This is your own design." The problems of the Jumping Rocket were not her responsibility. Mishel Ren was.

Last time the girl had disappeared she had gone here, the next destination on their charity tour, so hopefully all Samka needed to do to track her down would be to move onto the next location. She moved to the exit without another word, her gaze becoming increasingly dark. She was done being 'understanding' this evening. Her gentle warnings had gone unheeded. Authority must be established by other means.

Chalcedon​

Cormorant​

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The final spot on their sponsored pub crawl. Everything about the Cormorant existed to disgust her. Dingy, rotten, the stench of sweat and alcohol was near overwhelming. But at this point she didn't care. Sam could sense her. Mishel Ren was indeed here.

The moment she entered someone attempted to accost her. "Hey missy, aren't you a little young to-" she silenced him with a quick squeeze on this throat with the Force and continued her single-minded march towards Mishel's aura leaving the man spluttering on the floor behind her.

A fight seemed to breaking out here too, as expected from such a loathsome place. Samka pressed on, Mishel's aura was coming from where the fighting was thickest. Naturally. A loose bottle came hurdling towards her head, she dodged with a quick swerve of her upper body leaving it to smash into the back of an Aqualish thug behind her. The alien instinctively threw a drunken punch at her direction, the Ren countered with a kinetic push before her could connect, sending the Aquadlish to the ground. There was no need to hide who or what she was here. There was no one around significant enough to care. A few of a patrons had taken note and began to give Sam a wide berth. One woman however lobbed another glass at her and yelled something distasteful about Force Sensitives which Sam couldn't quite hear over the thumping music. She caught the glass midair and propelled it back at the woman's face. The glass shattered and she fell unconscious. She pushed on through the crowd until she finally reached the one she was looking for.

Mishel Ren was in the middle of a group of angry drunks. She'd shed part of her clothing and tied up her hair. There was a faint smell of vomit coming from her as well. Sam's lips pursed in irritation. This was supposed to be a test of how well Mishel could play the social game. It was beyond reasonable doubt now that this was a failure. Beyond a failure. A humiliation. Humiliation for them both. Samka had a duty of care over a vulnerable woman who had managed to disappear off-world not once but twice in one evening. Barging her way through the circle of pub-goers, Sam firmly grabbed Mishel by the wrist and pulled her close. "You," she hissed in the young woman's ear. "Have disobeyed me one time too many. My patience has worn thin."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN1WwnEDWAM​

"To soldiers being soldiers!" Rexus whooped at the top of his lungs, before skulling the last half glass of whiskey he held in his hand. The stormtrooper sauntered over to the bar, "Another one, for me and my friend." he slurred, pointing back at Twigg. Twigg was messing about with the music player, inserting credits into the machine to get it to work. "They got anything good?" Rexus asked as the barman began prepping another two glasses of whiskey.

"They got this!" Twigg bellowed, pausing as the music began. The opening riff caused Rexus felt his skin stand on end, it was one of his favourites. The song he'd lost his v-plates to. He remembered that night, laying on a moldy mattress in the middle of Avalonia's park district, bottle of Avalonian ale in one hand, Susanna Rorke in the other. It was all so vivid. So, so energising.

The trooper snagged his drink took a run up, before he leaped on one of the nearby tables. Shirtless, and with drink in hand.

Darling you've got to let me know​

Should I stay or should I go?​

If you say that you are mine​

I'll be here till the end of time.​

So you got to let me know​

Should I stay or should I go?​

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Twigg cackled like a hyena, and followed Rexus' lead, taking a long gulp of his drink before clumsily stumbling onto a table.

It's always tease tease tease​

You're happy when I'm on my knees.​

One day its fine the next is black. ​

So if you want me off your back​

Well come on and let me know​

Should I stay or should I go?!​

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The duo's singing was, well, as good as one could get after several drinks. But nonetheless, the two lads were enjoying themselves, headbanging at the riffs and instrumental parts. Their speech became more and more slurred until eventually, no one could quite make out what they were singing anymore.

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: 1
Post: 10

Shaking her head at [member="Samka Derith"]'s response, Ara muttered, "This one was not my fault." She turned to the four men left standing and smiled wickedly.

Another bottle lifted from the table as a guitar riff rocked it's way through the bar accompanied by the voices of two very drunk soldiers.

Darling you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?

With a whoop of her own, the bottle slammed down onto another former sabacc player's head, sending him crashing against the dealer. The sounds of heavy boots coming from the doorway clued the Disciple in to the untimely arrival of the security.

If you say that you are mine
I'll be here till the end of time.

Turning back to her opponents, both looking slightly more hesitant to attack the girl, torn between drunken anger and self-preservation. "Well boys, looks like our time is almost up."

So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?

Sauntering up, hips swaying in time with the music, the Disciple leaned in, hand on ne of the two remaining gambler's shoulders. A quiet whisper accompanied the move. "You were defending a pretty girl's honor from that drunken cheat behind you." She chuckled and moved behind him, her eyes growing wide and fearful as the security guards approached the group.

She wasn't sure if the mind trick worked or if his alcohol addled state simply accepted the easy excuse to escape trouble. She smiled sweetly and swiped a glass of whiskey left half drunk on the table, wandering over to the bar and the drunken soldiers. "Thanks for the distraction, gentlemen." She saluted the two men with her glass and began dancing with the music. Might as well enjoy the evening.

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

When @Samka Derith pulled Mishel's arm and whispered in her ear, it set off something the young Ren was already experiencing elsewhere. The brunette spun around her face not too far from Sam's in fact, they were very close. "Sam?" Mishel questioned putting her hands on the other Ren's face. Oh by Seiger's grace she was here and Mishel need not be alone, she pulled Sam into her embrace and hugged her as tightly as she could, so grateful. "Scared, I was scared I fell from garbage and find Sister @Zmej and then I hear music and I thought maybe you here." Her jumbled vocabulary let out that much and she took a step back taking Sam's hand into her own as she gestured upward toward the Twi'Leks, "I ask you Sam, when I look at them I feel strange, what is feeling?"

The newborn teen, had so much to learn, so much to learn but she kept her hand in Sam's as she pulled the girl back from incoming fighting. As she did so, she found that she had Sam in her arms and it took only a moment for Mishel to lean over and give the other Ren a smooch. After that she felt the stinging sensation of a beer bottle, "that's it!" Mishel shouted her anger being the only part of her aura to be felt as she stuck her hand out and watched fire burst forward toward someone. "IT'S A FIREMANE! RUN!"

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​They just barely sat down and already a pair of drinks were placed in front of the, before they even ordered. The notion made him mildly suspicious as he analyzed the drinks just as [member="Irajah Ven"] discovered the truth. Someone was clearly celebrating their victory at Kaeshana, and buying the bar rounds. Braxus sighed in relief then an entertained smile on his face as he looked up at Irajah, who while tipsy balanced on the first wrung of the stool to wave over at the culprit across the bar. While the titan wasn't nearly as outspoken in his gratitude he brought a nod when he caught her gaze, before turning back to Irajah. "I'm not quite sure." He said placing his hand on the small of her back, taking a drink of whatever it was. It definitely wasn't as sweet as her mixed drink from earlier, but it was stronger.

​So the games began.

​Time spent with Irajah changed drastically after those short period of days when everything changed, months of games finally came to a climax. Braxus found himself spending more, and more time with the Doctor during the week, often pulling her away from her work for other ventures, or after work. Most of their time was spent in either her suite, or his chambers for a change of scenery, nearly all of it an unforgettable experience. "It's strong though." ​He stated factually, leaning in closer he'd whisper into her ear "I must say Irajah I am quite enjoying myself, it was most unexpected." Braxus whispered "With no pressing matters to concern us, we can thoroughly enjoy ourselves, Doctor." ​He teased.

​Then he felt a familiar presence approach as he leaned away, his hand still on the small of her back as he turned to the gigantic individual that was [member="Malok"], one of his apprentices. In truth he wasn't surprised to see him here, as the leader of ApeX and an contractor of the First Order, veteran of Kaeshana like his master, he too earned a place here. But he was surprised that he knew Irajah. "Greetings Malok it is good to see you. Come sit down have a drink." ​He said gesturing to a place next to him.

"You both met before?"

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah took a deep drink of the glass that had been offered. She sputtered, only slightly, offering a long low whistle.

"I have no idea what this is, but it is effective," she said, shaking her head and blinking.

She turned her smile back to [member="Darth Prazutis"], the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly at his words.

"I am having a good time too," she said with a laugh, taking another sip. As he leaned in to whisper, she actually giggled, face flushed red. "No work for either of us," she smirked, wavering slightly as she sat back down on the stool. She was trying, very hard, to move carefully, and it came out in her voice as well. Careful enunciations and deliberate movements betrayed her intoxication level.

"[member="Malok"]!" She exclaimed as the large ape joined them. Leaning over on the stool, if he hadn't been right next to her she might have fallen off. She gave him a hug with a giggle, casually stroking his fur as she looked back at Braxus.

Her nod was slightly exaggerated.

"Yup! Met on..... what planet was that Malok? Um. Where your friend threatened to skin me?" She laughed- it was, after all, funny now.

"Anyway- he- he was in a bad way, and I did my Doctor Magic on him," she declared with a grin up at the hulking ape.