Hyperion Ascendant - SJO Dom of Hex Y32

[Tanaski Yumi]

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Objective: ??
Peps: [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Rachel Taff"]
Post: 1

Political scandals, possible assassination other shady business.... seemed today was his day, nothing like back stage antics to get him all worked up, finally Tana would be able to put his shadow and 'other' training to use. As of now nothing major had happen, the medical crew assigned to the facility was hanging around discussing the sate of the minister. All the while Tana patrolled the area, keeping all his senses alert for even the slightest provocation, though such was not easy, the air was heavy with ill will, certainly seemed like people did not like this guy.

Stalking through the hall Tana tried to stay out of fight, if something was going to happen having no real visible defense would be key, one did not often realize that having present guards usually deterred an enemy attack, or just made them take more extreme measures. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him, the sense of pain but also the smell of blood, coming from the... surgical room? that was odd the place was still be prepped and he doubted that the surgeons injured themselves.

Perhaps it was worth investigating, the young Padawan sneaking his way into the prep room, keeping out of sight, observing the doctors go about their task. It seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary, though something felt off. No sense of urgency among the medical staff, and the guard he seemed more lax then usual... something was no right here, this person was their leader wouldn't they be a little worried? He would have to report this, just to be certain.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Tanaski Yumi"]

Post 1

Junko stood there as she was preparing to head to meet her padawan and whoever was there with him. She stood there though looking in the mirror as she got dressed. The lower underkimono was thin and crimson red as it clung to her. A small sash around her waist when she stepped into the wooden platform shoes. She stood there while her secondary layer of kimono went on. Black with stripes where it as lined to help regulate temperature. Junko then was looking at everything else as they brought out the final layer and her hair was pulled back. Over one shoulder with small beads and bells within it. The hair piece she had used to secure it while she had the kimono wrapped and it was black vine silk with floral designs. Cuffs that had the barest hints of jakobeast fur and she could feel the inner smokestone lining. Her saber going to her belt as the sash was brought and secured around her hips. Junko walked as she was given the directions to go and meet Tana bowing her head. She went for the most regal look she could have. "Padawan."

 

[John Locke]

Location: On board the Hyperion Ascendant

Objective: 1

Allies: [member="Varindar Asyt"] | [member="Errreembuhr"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Tharr Hei"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Enemies: [member="Lucent Echo"]

The man settled back in his chair, spinning to face the holographic display of the battlespace that Zeus had thrown up, the Hegemony fleets highlighted against the blue outline of the planets as he pondered their next move. He could hear Erreembuhr on the comms, the information from his scouts filling the display as he stared at the ships that had dropped down to the security offered by the civilian populations behind them.

"Clever using the civilians as a shield, why do people always have to use civilians as shields?" Gesturing in the air the man activated the comms on his end. "Erreembuhr, your data's coming in clear, thanks for that. It looks like they don't want to risk fighting us in a head-on conflict. But I can't risk coming in close to the planets either, it looks like they have some solid defences on the ground. If I get to close they could threaten my capital ships or even the Hyperion itself. What I propose is to split our forces into 4 parts. If you take Battlegroup Wyyyschokk towards the moon and the remains there you should be able to close on them and take down those shields so we can land the rangers to clear them out. I don't see many ships there, so you'd be the reserve too. I'll hold my fleet around the planets, pinning their forces in place so our fighters and bombers can take care of the ships. They either stay down there while they pick them apart, or they come out to face us."

Glancing at the list of ships under his command John started to sort them, splitting his command into 3 parts. "Zeus, that ECM could get annoying." "On it...it's like they're trying to challenge me."

The fleet juddered into motion, splitting apart as they streamed towards the planets, settling themselves some distance away from the surface, making sure to set themselves well out of range of the orbital cannons disgorging fighters and bombers like seeds hanging in a loose cloud around them. The Hyperion settled itself in between the two planets as the Erebus arrays and it's ECM thrummed to life, the hologram of Zeus vanishing as he fell into a world of binary ones and zeros, acting like a conductor as he modulated his ECCM to target the enemy jamming, aiming to break through to open up the lines of communication and lock down the position of the ships. "Have all ships switch over to the Harmonia comms, I want constant updates on those ships, the moment they try to break out I want to know about it."

Spoiler: Fleet

Task force 1 - Holding in space between the planets
1 x Hyperion Ascendant (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

2 x Chernobog Artillery Carrier
-Rebellion (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Hannibal (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Kossak Class Star Destroyer
- Avenger (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Meteor Class Frigate
- Armada (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Argonaut Class Carrier
- Templar (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

Task force 2 - Holding position around Antarr 4

2 x Akula Class Star Destroyer
- Night Whisper (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Providence: (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Kossak Class Star Destroyer
- Matador (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

2 x Mirial Escort Cruiser
- Paradise (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Vision (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Okami Class Cruiser
- Blade (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Tangler Interdiction Frigate
- Centurion (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

2 x Meteor Class Frigate
- Proximo (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Coyote (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Argonaut Class Carrier
- Siren (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)


Task force 3 - Holding position around Antarr 5

2 x Akula Class Star Destroyer
- Majestic: (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Hope: (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Kossak Class Star Destroyer
- Rebellion (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Mirial Escort Cruiser
- Hawk (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

2 x Okami Class Cruiser
- Dagger (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Burn (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Tangler Interdiction Frigate
- Karnack (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

2 x Meteor Class Frigate
- Trinity (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)
- Typhoon (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

1 x Argonaut Class Carrier
- Lupus (Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: In Formation)

 

[Tharr Hei]

Objective 1
Location: Antar system
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] @Yuroic Xeraic
Enemies: @Lucent Echo

Looking down at the holo map of the Dead Moon, Tharr was looking for a way to stop the loot of the Malevolence, it was important to stop it before the tech could get out of the sistem and used to build new super ships.

"Seargent Haska, hail the Gaaraddik, I need to talk to Commander Errreembuhr."

"Done Sir."

"Sir, here is Junior Lieutnant Tharr Hei from the scout corvette Waha, I think I know how to defeat the Hegemony forces on the Dead Moon. A small group of elite marines should be able to infiltrate the ground troops and shut the shield generator down and the canons, as long as you keep the enemys ships busy. As how we get our men down there, we could send a small troops carier to the other side of the moon throught the hyper space. It would take awhile for them to reach the generator but it would allow them to aproach the enemy forces. Also i would like to lead that squad since I believe that a silver jedi could be usefull in a mission like this."

 

[Samael Snowsong]

Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward
[[member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"], [member="Junko Ike"] ]

Rachel saw both agreeing with her and her master actually smile for once. However the way the local doctor acted. He virtually ignored her. So she began analysis his movements. He wasn't paying attention almost bored until her master mentioned the genetic profiling. Then he decided to invite two members of the old staff up. Everyone of his moments told her, he already knew all this, he had something else in mind that was stopping him from acting normally.

The people who he invited too. One was the person who had been with the president since the start of his job and was probably his head of staff or close enough to tell them what he was eating. The other was the accused intern. But they hadn't asked to see her, she had already been ruled out of the whole thing. So why invite her up. This was getting more and more confusing.

As the head of staff entered with a air of importance she almost missed the look between the doctor and the intern. Something conspiratorial. Then rather suddenly Rachel heard a ton of voices in her head. She clutched her head nearly wanting to scream at the amount of voices their anger and sorrow. Sorrow at not being able to keep the president safe and do their job. Anger someone would betray them over the fact they were just doing their job. She screamed in her head getting them in order.

They hadn't excepted anyone to be able to hear them so they were surprised that Rachel could. However they gave her the story of who they were and what had happened at this point she was still silent but no longer clutching her head. She finally turned to her master "Master the entire surgery crew was just murdered in cold blood, whoever is in their now is not the surgery crew. Trust me cause I have a pissed of bunch of spirits in my head."

They would either accept it or not either way she made her way out of the room and to the surgery room busting in. Passing another padawan and master along the way. She didn't say anything as she was on a mission. "Credentials the lot of you now." She looked at the guard "If you even think of drawing a weapon just know I will shot you before you get a chance to shoot me. Their is a man in danger and your willingness to work with these traitors has not helped your case." She said calmly waiting to see the credentials.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 2

The Jedi Master had been assigned to act as security for the Prime Minister during his treatments, and had been largely staying in the same spot, not far from the Prime Minister as he was leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes closed. But while his body was stiff and static, his mind, his senses... They were everywhere. He was keeping watch of all movements in the facility, and listening in as well. It was there that he picked up the conversations between Master-Doctor Ye, the Padawan [member="Rachel Taff"] and another doctor.

But then something caught his attention. A group of life signs that had been there before were now no longer there, and ones unfamiliar were now there. It could just be a coincidence, but their locations did not appear to be anywhere near the exits... Odd. Perhaps he was a bit paranoid. Maybe more than a bit. But it bothered him. It was such a small thing, and yet Josh always obsessed over the little details.

But then Rachel spoke up.

She accused the ones that had been hired to come in, old staff members or something like that, of being fakes. Ones who had offed the real ones and replaced them.

The Jedi Master's eyes would finally open, and he would look with his own two eyes on the scene nearby. He had been standing here so long, almost like a statue, that people had hardly noticed him there with all that was going on. He would calmly, gingerly walk over and stop near Rachel and the others. He would scan her face slowly, and then that of the doctors, and then of the newcomers, studying their faces, their expressions and their body language... Calm yet thorough and detailed.

"What appears to be the issue?"

[member="Rachel Taff"] - [member="Ciana Teigra"] - [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Ciana Teigra]

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Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward

Even more amazingly, Ye actually acknowledged her input and proceed to ask around about Wen's dietary history. She couldn't tell if the surly fellow actually liked her - did he like anyone? - but he seemed to value her as a colleague. However, he appeared to have strained himself from talking more than a few sentences, from the way he was draining that mug. (Or had he seen the way she had eyed his beverage?)

Real progress was being made determining the nature and cause of the Prime Minister's illness from a process of information. She was impressed with everyone working with such alien physiology. Wen may be saved yet.

However, they all got thrown a curveball as Padawan Taff made the wild claim of the entire surgery team being axed by conspirators, then demanded the team's credentials.

That wasn't even the craziest thing. Out of nowhere, a giant blonde man seemed to simply apparate, asking what the problem was.

Ciana stiffened out of reflex, frowning at the man and surgery team at the same time.

"We may have several issues..."

[member="Rachel Taff"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Junko Ike"]

 

[Liuna]

Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward (Security detail)
[member="Cardinam"]

At the present, the Mirialan found herself in the halls of the medical ward. Her current position was quiet, eerily so. The occasional flickering light above her only added to the effect. As she understood it, the action would be elsewhere today – inside the room where the Prime Minister was undergoing treatment. It wasn’t her ideal mission, but the Silver Jedi were needed to bolster the hospital security forces, so here she was.

As luck would have it, she was relatively close to the break room.

After having slipped inside, she grabbed herself a cup of caf before moving back to her assigned position. This stretch of hallway was frequented occasionally, so it wasn’t terribly boring. Liuna made sure to watch those that came and went, however, at this point everyone checked out. Walking the length of her hallway, she paused near the doorway at the end. Sipping her caf, she wondered what was happening deeper within the medical ward.

For some reason, these thoughts conjured up images of sickly zombies. It wasn’t the most pleasant, and Liuna wrinkled her nose. There wouldn’t be any kind of undead beings in this place. However, if one or two should somehow turn up… she wouldn’t have been surprised, not at all.

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective 2[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Hyonu looked at his empty cup with sadness. It seemed with the commotion his student was making, he wasn’t going to be able to have another round of tea. The girl made her claims and requested credentials from the surgical team that prepped the room. Hyonu didn’t know what to do really, he wanted to believe his student, but the appalled face of Dr. Carson said it all. “How dare she!” The lead on the surgery exclaimed. He made his way towards the girl and awkwardly had the sound of water squishing in his shoes as he moved. Hyonu did his best not to chuckle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The Patrolian doctor waved his hand as the surgical staff lined up. Even the guard that was hired on as Wen’s staff pulled out his credentials as well. “They all check out, girl.” Hyonu stood besides Rachel as he also looked at the credentials. Everything seemed to check out. A hand rested on Rachel’s shoulder as he spoke. “Rachel, they’re part of the hospital staff securing and making sure the room is ready for the surgery.” Looking towards the blonde man, Hyonu blinked. “When did you get here? Uh, we have a lot of issues, but this isn’t one.” As much as the Seoulian man trusted Rachel, it was her word against the others. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Looking at the Doctor and the newly arrived assistants, Hyonu nodded. “We should let them do their work.” The surgical team and Dr. Carson returned to the surgical room and continued to prepare the room and equipment for the surgery. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Marina Corsair and Raya Peak both entered the room and bowed their heads slightly at the doctors. Hyonu remembered the head of security and the Prime Minster were nearby as well and he looked to [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] – “Master Dragonsflame, can you check on the Prime Minister and his head of Security Michael. They may need your assistance now that we’ve pulled Ms. Corsair and Ms. Peak from their services.” Hyonu did his best to smile, he had read people will do things for you if you smile at them. Awkwardly enough, it didn’t seem to ever work with Ciana and it could be because his forced smile never looked pleasant. Still, the Doctor tried. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With added security to the Prime Minister and Dr. Carson busy preparing for surgery, this left Hyonu and the rest of the team to talk to Raya and Marina. There were suspicions around Marina and it was time for them to either expel them or to find the weight behind them. Hyonu cleared his throat and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He wished he didn’t completely drink his tea after speaking more than a few sentences to Dr. Teigra. “Ah welcome ladies. My name is Dr. Hyonu Ye and this is my colleague Dr. Ciana T-“ Hyonu cleared his throat and continued. “Dr. [member="Ciana Teigra"]. Along with my assistant [member="Rachel Taff"].” He did his best to smile at the other two women as he introduced them. “We have a few questions for the both of you.” Looking to Ciana, he paused trying to remember his train of thought as he blinked a few times. “Uh Doctor, she had questions for you – please, Dr. Teigra.” The man waved his hand as he waited for the woman to ask her questions about the Prime Minister’s diet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Raya decided to not wait for the question and looked towards Marina. It was the look of frustration, but she had tried to hide it the best she could. “It all started when she arrived. He stopped eating normal and he was always thirsty. We, Michael and I tried to have the Prime Minister fire her, but he refused.” Raya fought back her emotions, but she was failing to do so. Marina stood quietly with her head down as she took the blame, it was obvious that this was something that wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two. [/SIZE]

[member="Junko Ike"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

[member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Cardinam"] - If you guys want I can throw some stuff at you guys too :3

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Mistral-class Starfighter Silverwing 8, near the dead moon of Antar
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="John Locke"] | [member="Varindar Asyt"] | [member="Errreembuhr"] | [member="Tharr Hei"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: [member="Lucent Echo"]

Vibrant laser fire creased through the sky, chasing after the winding contrails of starfighters. Gir lightly tugged at his yoke, causing his fighter to veer out of some of his pursuer's weapons fire. Based on his sensor readout, it appeared to be some sort of variant of the classic X-wing, one that likely predated Incom's pullout from supporting the Galactic Republic based on its engine cowling design. It even could be one of the fighters, the pilots that was under of my old commands. That was a sobering thought, and one that Gir reminded himself was likely theoretical only. His wingman, Perit, had been vocal about reminding Gir about those he left behind on his new path. Gir briefly wondered if the mon calamari was entertaining similar conversations in his own head. He furled his brow. There are more pressing things to think about. Maybe I'll talk to Perit over a nice cold glass of ale back on the Waystation when this is all done. Can't do it now though...not with our comm's being jammed.

He turned his attention to their upcoming target, one of the w-165 planetary turbolasers that dotted the moon's surface. The group's rapid descent had largely allowed them to evade much of the initial responding forces for the moment, though Gir knew that would be fleeting. Soon, they would be swarmed by their pursuers, and they would only have a little amount of time to attack their target before continuing on to a rally point before making another attack on their tertiary target. He glanced at his sensor, noting the rapidly decreasing range to target. The Gales began to unload some of their heavier ordinance, including half-dozen Starfall heavy rockets at the big gun. Gir's own Mistral wasn't well-equipped for the task, but he had little trouble peppering the various mobile air defenses with mag-pellets, ion tags, and light laser cannon bolts. He pulled the triggers in tight bursts, doubting that at such speeds and with limited engagement time that he wouldn't likely outright destroy such weapons, but would rather prevent them from effectively engaging the fighters through the use of suppressive fire or inflicting minor systems damage to them. A brief, rising fireball to his side announced that Perit had managed to ignite a number of missiles on one of the flak tanks. If we're lucky, maybe we'll have some fractricide with that...He selected one of the SAMs in his targeting reticle and held the trigger on his autocannons.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective 2.

Kat was busying herself with grabbing something to eat. She was starved and hadn't had a good meal in days, she devoured the meh hospital food as she sighed. Kat joined the mission for some healing tips, but whenever she went to the people doing the medical support Kat didn't understand a word that was uttered. They were discussing surgery and operations and a whole bunch of terms that leaped over her head. Instead, she was in the cantina eating, this she could do without feeling stupid. Shorty was with her, being uncharacteristically quiet. The droid sensed her bad mood and decided to leave it be.

Taking a sip of water, she noticed that a load of people were running around. Kat stood and followed the people to the surgery room, there stood the doctors, Rachel Taff who was another Padawan and Master DragonsFlame. Blinking, it seemed from what was being said that Rachel accused the staff of being dangerous people disguised as medical staff. There was a whole civil war threatening to break out if this Prime Minister died apparently. Kat started to wonder if a monarchy or dictatorship was not better, prevent fights like this. It was something to think on later. Shorty made a few beeps as Kat was in mid-thought. He had struck at a decent idea. "Couldn't they be fake? Assuming Rachel is right, they could have had time to fake their credentials as the guy has been unwell for a while." Kat shrugged as she didn't want to dismiss Rachel right away, seemed unfair.

Kat also realised they figured out possibly what was wrong. She turned to the uptight guy who looked to be in charge, her Master would have said he needed some company with a woman, Kat figured he just needed to chill out. However, came down to the same issue, he was way too strung up for his own good. "If it's a poison why not use the Force to get rid of the toxin? Be fastest way and if you are wrong then no harm done, and we'll know if you couldn't find the toxin right away." Kat stated as she shrugged her shoulders matter of factly. Seemed simple to her. "We take blood samples now to test and find the poison used then use the Force to heal him."

[member="Hyonu Ye"] | [member="Rachel Taff"] | [member="Ciana Teigra"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective 1

Yuroic stepped onto his starfighter and entered. He studied the controls for a moment, trying to remember the controls. If he pressed that he blow up the hangar, if that he crash into the hangar, if that he'd eject from the ship into the ceiling and die. There was plenty to remember looking at it all. With a slight anxiety about dying, Yuroic activated the engines, his starfighter warming up for takeoff. He gripped the controls and moved unsteadily out into space. Looking around, it gave Yuroic a chance to marvel at the majestic view of the galaxy and the universe. So many unexplored that laid out there, however, he needed to focus on the mission before him. Looking ahead he noticed the pirates' very large and very powerful ship, at least compared to his small fighter. He had speed and that was all Yuroic needed.

The pirates had set themselves on the planets to prevent the massive ships attacking, also jamming their communication and targeting, preventing them from organising and concentrate fire on them. Yuroic flew towards Antar 5, there was the largest amount of enemkes fhat Yuroic could see, he flew ahead and attempted to dodge all the oncoming fire, his weaving was not perfect with the shields having to absorb some of the damage. They held as Yuroic went in for the kill, well less kill and more speedy needle strikes. His weapons were basic but he shot at the corvettes and move swiftly through them. His ship was going faster than he anticipated, using his whole focus on not to crash. Crashing be bad. Crashing be death.

[member="Gir Quee"] | [member="John Locke"] | [member="Errreembuhr"] | [member="Varindar Asyt"] | [member="Tharr Hei"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Bridge of the Damorian Light Cruiser “Kass’l”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Varindar Asyt"] | [member="Errreembuhr"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Tharr Hei"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Lucent Echo"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Overseeing a small picket line wasn’t what she had planned. They had stationed themselves near battlegroup Wyyyschokk, her plan was to flank against the enemy while using the larger targets such as the SSD: Hyperion Ascendant as a meat shield. Standing in her pressed uniform, the Corellian rested her hand against her chin as she listened to the chatter. It was sudden, but it cut out quickly which only meant that they were being jammed. Remembering her cousin’s system, she looked towards her communications officer. “Switch to the Harmonia comms.” The officer nodded and the chatter returned.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Listening, she didn’t say anything, she was still learning. John spoke about moving in close. It was then she responded. “This is Lt. Commander Locke – Allyson Locke.” She remembered that her and her cousin John shared the same last name. “I have 6 light cruisers, we can move with Battlegroup Wyyyschokk – when in range. I’ll peel off and flank while they’re busy with the battlegroup.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The hand remained on her chin as she thought quietly, “They look slow. I’ll be able to out maneuver them."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler

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[SIZE=10.5pt]6 x Damorian Light Cruiser[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

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[Amari Deechi]

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Objective 2


Political intrigue was nothing new to Amari. His life on Umbara had been filled with it before he joined the military. Born into the Deechi family it was drilled into him from a young age the importance of power, and even larger, the importance of maintaining power. This politician was of no consequence to the Umbaran, but he was important to the people of this planet, and thus important to the Silver Jedi and the Rangers, which meant that Amari was present in the hospital to keep a watchful eye on things.

Of course this was a very particular assignment. Rather than his typical armor, Amari's outfit for the day consisted of typical spacer fare. An inconspicuous shirt and vest ensemble, pants, dark boots. Underneath, however, hid a pair of Ranger field pistols with splintering ammunition to prevent collateral damage. Small and silent, they would be more than perfect for him to keep up his appearance as a worried family member awaiting the news of his relative in surgery.

There were others, of course, more planted around the facility to silently watch things as they moved, reporting in to him over commlinks to keep everyone in the loop. And when the call came in regarding a potentially murdered surgical staff it was certainly something to be concerned about.

"Is that something we should move on, Captain?" asked one of his fellows as the Umbaran's eyes kept watch on staff and passing patients.

"Negative." Amari's voice was firm, but quiet enough to not draw suspicion. "They've got quite a few already responding to the situation including the Battlemaster. Our orders are to remain inconspicuous until we're needed. There are protocols in place, Sergeant. We follow protocol and everyone goes home happy. Our own folks and the natives."

"Copy that. Returning to patrol until further notice."

"Remember Sergeant, observation, not intervention. At least not until we're supposed to."

Without a response from his subordinate, Amari returned to his routine, picking up a magazine on appeared to be high-end starship designs, though while he held it open before him the Umbaran's eyes were above the edge, watching every sign of movement. There was a lot riding on the survival of their ward.



[member="Hyonu Ye"] | [member="Rachel Taff"] | [member="Ciana Teigra"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Tera Highwind]

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This wasn't even the most unusual assignment she'd even been asked to undertake, there was that one time on Corellia with the Zabrak and his cat...but that was classified and in a hospital full of Jedi it was dangerous to even think about that. The woman reached up, adjusting the hospital scrubs she was wearing, tugging at the top so that it fell more naturally over her back, concealing the hold-out blaster she'd secured there. It wasn't like she was expecting trouble, or to ever have to use it, but it always paid to be prepared for the worst. Smiling at the other nurse, she grabbed a clipboard and pushed away from the wall in the break room, padding slowly around the floor. The one truth you could never escape if you had a clipboard and knew what you were doing no-one would question you. Everyone had been told that she was a new starter, just getting used to the hospital today, she'd be gone in a few days but that gave her enough of a cover to look like she belonged, and to not look out of place as she descended the stairs to the floor the Silver Jedi had taken for their work. Everything was meant to look the same, to maintain the semblance of normalcy and she had a team of agents dressed as hospital staff sweeping in and out of the doors to allay suspicions.

Tera's amber eyes peered into the room, she didn't really know any of the primaries, the Silver Jedi scientists poring over the body of the prime minister. She didn't understand what they were saying but they had their speciality and she had hers. Sure they were ok, and if they needed her they'd call the woman went on on patrol, pacing around the perimeter, eyes peeled for anything that might go wrong.

 

[Jihun Kim]

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Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward (Security Detail)

Babysitting VIPs at a ritzy hospital. Not the most exciting of gigs, but it paid extremely well, and Cardinam could use a break from the string of hectic jobs he had lately.

He strolled through the halls alone, sharply dressed in a well-tailored suit of jet black. He and a few others in his outfit were part of the hospital's "flashy" detail, prowling about the complex as an obvious deterrent to trouble. However, for every plainclothed operative in view, there was a least one or two hiding in plain sight. They could be a receptionist, a cafeteria worker, or even feigning the appearance of a patient's family member. That was on top of all the monitoring devices throughout the hospital. There were even Jedi crawling about.

For the elites of Truuine, every conceivable measure had been taken to ensure they were properly monitored in their weakest moments. However, nothing was fullproof. There was always one inescapable weak link that couldn't bring down even the most carefully laid out plans.

People.

Greed, prejudice, desperation, or just plain stupidity. Everyone had some kind of vice to exploit. For this reason, he always went into a job expecting the worst. That way, he was never disappointed.

After a few hours of patrol, the Seoulian felt a strong hankering for smoke, but none were allowed to light up within 500 meters of the complex. So he'd turn to another addiction to get his stimulant fix - A warm cup of caf.

"Gargoyle 03 to Wizard," he started on his internal bone mic. "Nothing to report, taking 15."

While he had called for a break, he still really wasn't off the job, so he kept an eye out for trouble during the short trek to the floor's breakroom, eyes shimmering softly as his ocular augments were set to scan mode. The job wasn't done until he was back on his gunship counting the credits on his way to a binge on Zeltros.

Turning around the corner, he came face to face with a Mirialian of all things. Quite a rare sight these days as they were practically an endangered species. Studying the female's features, he stopped right in his tracks doing a double take.

It was one of the girls from his training course on Klatooine. One of those so-called "model" troops he had liked to joke were better on the silver screen than a battlefield. Especially a certain fine brunette. Despite his teasing, she had proven to be quite a capable recruit.

"Luna?" he called out with a fingersnap. "No...Liuna! Been awhile. New gig, I take it?"

[member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective 2[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Hospital Basement[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“There’s too many of them, they’re just everywhere!”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] A group of Patrolians hovered in the basement as they spoke quickly and hushed. There was an air of frustration in the room, things weren’t going completely to plan and they weren’t aware that Dr. Carson had called in a Doctor with the Silver Jedi. Cursing, one of the taller Patrolians looked towards another. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Why did Carson call another doctor?” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The one the leader spoke to frowned and shrugged[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]. “He has to keep face you know, he’s still par-“[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I don’t give a flying kark, its ruining everything!”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Exhaling after a screech, the leader looked around and shook his head. “Call down Michael.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A few moments later the large Karkarodon emerged through the doorway, he lit a cigarette and nodded towards the Patrolian that was screeching about. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“What is it?”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] His deep voice boomed as he shook his head. A part of him wondered why he decided to go through with this, the Patrolians were leeches on this planet, but his boss wasn’t doing much as to wanting some sort of peace. As much as it killed him to work with the Patrolians, he was only using them to his own plans.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“We need to change the plans a bit. We can’t slip in and kill the Prime Minister during his surgery. There’s too many unknown factors – like those Seoulian or—”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] The Patrolian snapped his fingers and shook his head. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Atrisian? Kiribian? Whatever those people. They’re asking too many correct questions.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]A small voice pipped up, [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Don’t forget the chiss girl – she almost caught us.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Michael frowned and extinguished the cigarette on the floor. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Fine. Handle it or something.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] The Karkarodon, left the room and he wandered up towards the upper floors seeing that several patrols were being moved about by the Silver Jedi. He needed to think of a way to spin this in his favor.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10pt]“Grab the explosives and start planting them down here. Set them up on the upper floors as well. We’re taking everyone with us boys.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The group of Patrolians split into four different teams, they set up the explosives in the lower basement then locked it with a mechanism tied to the explosives. If someone was to try and force their way in, the entire building would explode. Along with that the teams began to move, everyone was dressed as medical personnel. Each carrying a cart or some sort of medical try. They used this to disguise the explosives they were carting around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A pair of Patrolians passed [member="Liuna Ondizi"] and [member="Cardinam"], they would squeeze by the pair as they talked trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. Another pair moved quickly and passed by [member="Amari Deechi"] and his men, while another moved passed [member="Tera Highwind"]. The final pair didn’t walk by anyone, if anything they could have been spotted by [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] if he headed towards the Prime Minister’s room. They would take their time knowing that there was heavy security on that floor. Their explosives would be well hidden and unlike the others they had no cart or tray.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]As each group moved, Michael used his cybernetic to keep track of all of them, he moved to the Prime Minister’s room where he was greeted with a smile from the elder Karkarodon. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Ah Michael where did you go?”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Wen coughed and spit up some of the blood build up, it hurt Michael to see him like this, they had history, but it’s what had to be done.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]If only the Prime Minister could have not been so greedy…[/SIZE]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 2

The doctor appeared to be a little -too- dramatic for his tastes in regards to Rachel's accusations. This was a Prime Minister, a man who if he died, there would be civil war on this planet. Any professional with half a brain would accept that these sorts of accusations would be completely normal in this situation. In his shoes, he would have acted calmly and submitted himself to inspection to put them at ease. That was how it -should- be. Either this man was hardly professional for the situation, or...

Kat would speak up, backing up the possibility of Rachel's claims. "Kat is correct" The Jedi Master spoke. "There has been ample time to replace the staff's credentials. On top of that, I have been keeping watch. Just recently, several life signs appeared to have disappeared completely, nowhere near the exit. Only shortly before this particular group came up here. They weren't in here very long before it happened, either. Interesting, that."

He shrugged, and laughed a bit. "But perhaps I am simply mistaking things more in my old age, huh? Yeah?" He joked lightly, still keeping a sense of calm to him compared to how he was outside of missions. But the look he then gave [member="Hyonu Ye"] would tell him that he was genuinely suspicious, and to keep watch.

"Perhaps just in case, we can have Kat and Rachel keeping watch over the team? I am of the understanding that Padawan Taff is studying medicine as well, it would be a great boon to her to shadow the surgery team while they work either way, don't you agree Dr. Ye?" Josh would inquire. "As far as Kat's recommendation for poison testing, I am capable of detecting poisons in the body. I can take a look, but perhaps testing should be done in case anything escapes my notice. We cannot be too careful with a patient of this level of importance. Lives will be lost if he dies" Josh would add, ensuring to emphasize toward the end that lives would be lost if they failed here. "In the meanwhile, I will check in on the Prime Minister and his security as Dr. Ye has suggested. I will check for poisons while I'm there."

He would turn and head over, and as he would move, he would notice a pair that arrived shortly after he had made his way to the Prime Minister's room. There was something to their emotions that he could sense that indicated a sense of extreme nerves, urgency... But why would that be? As he made his way into the room, he would arrive to find the Prime Minister and his head of security, and greet the both of them with a gentle, respectful bow.

"My greetings to you, Prime Minister. And to you, sir Michael" He greeted calmly. But deep down, everyone in this room was a suspect of foul play. Everyone close to the Prime Minister right now was a suspect after Rachel's sudden epiphany "I hope you do not mind having a humble old man keeping watch over the Prime Minister. He is of grave importance, it would put me at ease to continue to see him safe with my own eyes."

It was a joke of his that he was getting old. When in truth, he looked no older than his early to mid 20s.

"I also came to do a light inspection of the Prime Minister, if you will allow me. Nothing that will hurt, I promise" He spoke with a gentle, reassuring smile. "I sodding hate things poking and prodding at me anyway. I wouldn't put that on you myself, Prime Minister. It'd be someone else doing it if so."

[member="Kat Decoria"] - [member="Rachel Taff"] - [member="Ciana Teigra"]

 

[Liuna]

Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward (Security Detail)
[member="Cardinam"], [member="Hyonu Ye"]

Leaning against the wall, the Mirialan took a small sip of her caf. It was still hot enough to burn her tongue. As she lowered the disposable cup, she spotted motion – a figure rounding the corner. Though she was already standing out of the way, she moved to flatten herself against the wall. But there was something about this person that made her pause.

Almost immediately, her mind traveled back to Klatooine.

The desert, the shooting range, the rebels… it came back in a flash. Yes, she was certain it was him now. They had been part of a rather rag-tag team back then. But as he called out the name “Luna,” she glanced over her shoulder for a moment, just to make certain that there truly wasn’t someone else behind her called by that name. By the time her eyes returned to him, Cardinam had corrected himself. Offering a slight smile, she gave a nod.

“Yeah, you could say that,” She replied, “It has been a while.”

Indeed, the last time they really interacted was before Mirial, before she had traveled back to her home for the final time. It felt an eternity ago, the thought made her heart sting just a bit.

“I see that you got yourself a proper job?” She asked, nodding at the security badge. “Color me surprised.”

But it was then that a pair of fin-headed Patrolians began to move past her current position in the hallway with Cardinam. Her eyes trailed them for a moment before shifting back to her companion, gaze narrowed just slightly.

 

[Ciana Teigra]

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Objective 2: Terror in the Medical Ward

Understandably, Taff's accusations sparked quite the commotion in the room, Carson and some other outraged. Ye was dismissive while the Echani the Blonde Ninja were more supportive. All Ciana could think about was just how silly it was openly discussing all this in front of the suspects. If there was truly a conspiracy in place, then it should be dealt with quietly. On the flip side, if there was nothing actually wrong, then they may just have found themselves on the other side of a slander lawsuit.

She was so glad she decided to remain a neutral bystander for this operation.

"Everyone, let's keep focused on what's important, which is helping Wen. I suppose it wouldn't hurt for the security folks to run their checks again." She turned her gaze to Blondie. "Assuming the staff is all clean, then they should have no issues subjecting themselves to a more thorough review. That said, let's refrain from making any assumptions."

She turned to look at the Echani girl, who had asked why they didn't just use the Force to heal up Wen, which had elicited a noticeable twitch from Science Man.

"I wish it was as simple as waving our hand to make the Prime Minister's ailments go away, but it just doesn't work like that. The poison hypothesis is just that, a hypothesis. A direct application of the Force on a patient with an alien physiology and mysterious condition can cause just as much harm as good. The thing is, he's stable at the moment. The real problem is finding out what has been causing the illness in the first place, not just dealing with the symptoms, or he'll likely revert to his current condition when we're gone."

All that talk about feelings sounded just like something a Jedi would say. Will of the Force and all. The thing was, the Force could always be right, but as fallible beings prone to constant misinterpretation, they couldn't trust themselves to divine solutions through intuition alone. It could only point them in the right direction for further investigation.

The irony was, she was beginning to have a bad feeling about events, disturbance rising in the edges of her mind. Something indeed was amiss.

"Ms. Peak, why don't we take this discussion to another room?" she offered, doing her part to diffuse a tense situation by separating Peak from Corsair. "As Dr. Ye said, I just had a few questions about Wen's diet. I suspect this could all be an honest mistake of unintentional food poisoning."

Privately, she was coming around to the notion that the poisoning of Wen was, in fact, intentional, but this was just the Kiribian trying to sweet talk the Karkarodon out of the room.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Rachel Taff"]