In Case of Emergency (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Thyferra)

[James Justice]

Objective: C-Freak some Pirates out
Location: Smaller moon of Thyferra
Allies: Master [member="Sophia Walsh"] the Astrological [member="Kaia Starchaser"] The man with the lab (Dexter) [member="Dex Bastion"] and all Alliance
Enemies: Pirates--and anyone else unlucky enough to find themselves in James' cross hairs
02/20

James heard the woman on the other line. Probably the Master's pilot. He wondered if he could get her number, she seemed pleasant. He saw the enemy convoy moving by him. He smirked. In the shadow of this crater, with all but the bare essentials down, he couldn't be spotted on scanners and looked like a crashed vessel. An old smuggler's trick he had used on many an occasion. He waited a few more minutes, reading the ID off the ship that had hailed him. "Aye, I copy."

He paused, taking a drink from his highly frothy Correllian Ale. The cold, almost frozen air made it filled with icy chips. He grinned as he fished out and lit a new cigarette. Reed gave him an urgent bleep. James shook his head, "Patience, lad, patience, timing is everything." He waited a moment longer before clicking the comm on, "Engaging. Moving in from behind." He chuckled as the engines roared to life and the Dynamic freighter lifted off the surface. He established comm with the aged Corvette as well. "Allo, mates. Peek-a-boo, I see you."

"Who--who is this?" asked a confused voice as the ship slowed.

James laughed wildly, "Look behind ye," He looked to Reed, "Jam the comms, Reed."

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Objective: C
Location: Flying directly at the damn pirates!
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Sophia Walsh"]
Enemies: PIRATES!
Post: 02/20

“All wings in attack position.” Dex had always wanted to say that. It just sounded cool. He heard the hydraulics of his own X-wing shift as the wings were expanded out to allow for the best form of attack with his four wingtip cannons, the others around him would have heard the same. “Keep formation, wait for contact and then you lot know the drill.”
Organised chaos. That was the drill wasn’t it?

<“We’ve got fighter squadrons inbound.> Red Two spat through her communication channel to the rest of the squadron. Dex had already seen them and was busy counting.
<“Uglies and some other backyard fighters.”> Red Three confirmed.
“Odds are pretty even boys and girls six on one. I’m almost disappointed.” Dex laughed as someone cheered through the communicator. “Just do what we do best. Show ‘em what the Galactic Alliance can do.”

The first wave of Uglies; ships made out of recycled other ships intercepted Red Squadron sooner than Dex had anticipated and the X-wings scattered with a flurry of laser fire.
“Red Two stay on my wing.”
<“Copy that Red Leader.”>
“We need to—“ Dex rolled tightly and adjusted speed to drop behind one of the pirates and let rip with his cannons, the lasers strafing across the fighter’s hull before igniting the fuel chain. “—Push through, get to the second lot of fighters.”
<“What about these ones?”> She asked with a sense of annoyance.
“I’m pretty sure the boys have got these handled.” Dex smiled as he pulled up to avoid a stream of lasers coming from what was once a Y-wing.
<“Sure have boss.”>
<“Easy peasy.”>
“Red Two lets go.” Dex banked out and hit the throttle towards the next wave of fighters that had already started towards the convoy rather than Red Squadron. “Wandering Star this is Red Leader, we are moving to intercept convoy bound fighters, any assistance with that damn cruiser would be appreciated.”

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 2/20]​

Objective: B
Location: On the streets (no, not that way…)
Allies: None yet
Enemies: Potentially

Still, there were those too greedy or stupid to cut the local crime-lords in on their action. When that happened there were consequences. Things got messy.
She passed by a statue of some ancient dignitary made of solid gold. It was too ostentatious to ignore. Shaking her head also gave her a chance to quickly glance from side to side to catch a glimpse of someone darting into a doorway off to her left. She didn’t get a good look at whoever it was, but the sudden movement was unnatural enough to stand out.

Someone working alone. Could be a mugger. Or a trained assassin.

Regardless, t was time to force the action. She turned down a narrow side street, leaving the worst of the crowds — and the relative safety they provided — behind. Off the main thoroughfare there were fewer neon lights and more shadowy corners. If her tail was going to try something, this was the perfect place to make a move.

Nubica stopped walking, and was standing with one hand up to the comms piece in her ear, staring straight ahead. It was a decent enough piece of play-acting.
Might as well be wearing a sign that says, come and get me! Time to make your move, whoever you are.

She felt the unmistakable shape of a vibroblade’s tip pressing up against her back and a deep voice growled, “Move and you’re dead!” in her other ear.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

Objective B
Location: opposite side of city from [member="Coren Starchaser"] et al

There were still shooting pains in his forearm from Yag’Dhul. That bastard droid had clamped down on his wrist nicely, whilst another had forced him to pull against the grip to stop one of them getting at the civilians. Even bacta and healing through the Force had its limits. Still, whilst not cleared for operational work, he could carry out some jobs as an investigator.

Jacen was clothed in simple garb, typical of the local human population. The rest of the Hounds had been planning a strike on a known slaver operation working out of a large nightclub in one of the seedier districts in the city. They had warrants for arrest on four of the ringleaders, and the Jedi were here to ensure the operation went smoothly. Of course, Jacen was looking forward to the part where he blended in by sitting at the bar and ordering a real glass of ale. A small treat for his service on Yag’Dhul, in his opinion.

So Jacen found himself quite bemused when he saw a Jedi in full robes crossing the street opposite him. It was that young padawan he’d seen back on Sullust. What was she doing out here without a master? What was worse was that she had someone tailing her. Damn he hoped that wasn’t a member of the circles they were hoping to hit tonight. The whole operation could be brought down. The girl headed down a sidestreet and the tail followed, his hands reaching inside his jacket.

Turning on his heel, Jacen headed for the entrance to the street.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 3/20]​

Objective: B
Location: On the streets
Allies:
Enemies: Soon to be none

“Get your hands up!” her unseen assailant snarled.

She slowly raised her arms in the air.

“Lose the piece.”

He must have seen the she of her saber hilt through her robes. He was observant but clearly not that observant.

The words were in Basic, but the voice was definitely not human — too deep, too rumbling. The speaker was large, but without turning around there was no way for her to pin down what species she was dealing with.

The order was accentuated by a jabbing of the blade against her back. Nubica chose to remain still. Patience. Analyse the situation. Wait for your chance.

“I said drop the weapon.”

The pressure of the blade eased as the ambusher took a step back. In a flash, Nubica turned to see a violet-skinned Houk towering over her, his heavy-set torso and thick, muscular limbs seeming to fill the entire width of the narrow alley. His froglike features were set in a grim scowl, his eyes fixed intently on his victim.

She was pretty sure the Houk didn’t have any backup — she would have noticed if there was more than one person following her. But even if he was acting alone, she had to be careful. And quick.

“Take the shot!” Nubica shouted, as if calling out to an unseen accomplice.

The Houk’s head turned just a fraction as he reacted to Nubica’s bluff.

Seizing on the distraction, she lashed out with a quick kick to the Houkís midsection. The impact caused no real damage, but it momentarily knocked the big alien off balance, giving her more room to operate.

She kicked at his knee, maintaining her attackers lack of balance. But one of the Houk’s knobbly knees caught her on the chin as she fell over him, splitting her lip and making her see stars.

Woozy, she ignored the pain and leapt to her feet, and she lashed out with her free leg, smashing her foot nto the Houk’s corpulent face.

Sure he was now concussed, she wiped blood from her mouth before realising that a Force presence was nearby. On the plus side it was Light-sided. On the down-side, he’d have seen her make a meal of her defence.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

“Well he was a big bastard wasn’t he,” Jacen said as he stepped into the alley. There was a commotion behind him and Jacen turned to see a civilian peering down into the darkness. He had probably heard he cry as he passed. “Be on your way,” Voidstalker instructed.

Turning back to the padawan he stepped closer as he pulled a cloth from his trouser pockets. “Clean that up before you get blood all down your robes,” he instructed. He’d suffered a similar injury many times. No real damage but it could hurt like hell and spill a surprising amount of blood.

He knelt down over the houk’s bulky form, patting him down to check for weapons. Finding a small hold-out blaster that would have appeared comically small in the enforcer’s giant paw, he removed it and pocketed it himself.

“I’ve seen you before on Sullust,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes. She was dainty in build, but he wouldn’t voice as much after seeing her bring down two hundred kilos of houk. “What are you doing at the moment exactly? We’re trying to bring down an operation a few blocks away and Jedi parading in public is hardly conducive to the mission! We’re not that common a sight these days,” he explained. Was she old enough to be here alone? She looked as if she could have been as young as fifteen.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 4/20]​

Objective: B
Location: On the streets
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Nope

Nubica appraised the man that approached her.

“You know what they say, the bigger they are…”

She took the rag and applied it to her lip. At the same time she pulled the Force to her and a whip or two of white light coalesced around her fingertips as she pushed it into the cut. She was hardly an expert in Force Healing, but she could stop the blood flow if needed.

When she lowered the rag, her lip had congealed blood on it, but nothing fresh. If any had spilled onto her robes, they were too dark to show. In this light they looked black. She avoided the urge to lick the wound. Force or not, she would open it up again.

“I’ve been around,” she answered without any conviction in her voice. And her faced flushed at the possibility she’d jeopardised a mission.

“I…apologise if I’ve done anything to compromise your work. I’m just looking to…” she seemed lost for words. Do the greater good was probably right, but sounded way too lame. “You know…” Suddenly her feet seemed fascinating to her. “Help.”

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]
Objective B

Jacen let out an exasperated sigh, his expression softening. His head nodded slowly. "We'll get someone to sort this out,” he said, looking down at the houk. Its chest was rising and falling slowly. “As long as you can keep your head down and keep punching above you weight,” he added.

After this was over, he’d need to check up and find out who her master was. It wasn’t considered best practise to leave young padawans fending for themselves in potentially hostile environments.

“There are a few conditions,” he said. “I’m hoping that you have some civvies under those robes and …” he braced for this last part knowing it was potentially going to come off as rude, but he had his own rules when it came to these things. “…you are eighteen aren’t you?”

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 5/20]​

Objective: B
Location: On the streets
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: There are always enemies

"My answers are going to be like a selection box. Some you're going to like and some you're gonna want to spit out. Actually, I suspect you'll not like any of them."

The last part was delivered under her breath.

"I'm a Padawan. Been one since I was little. If I reached eighteen and still hadn't made Knight? Given the amount of active service I've done? I'd be doing something wrong. I'm seventeen. Veteran of countless missions and two Invasions. I...uh...didn't officially become a Padawan until sixteen. I was considered to have a little attitude problem. But I did countless stuff as a Youngling."

"Anyways..." she cleared her throat. "I don't have any civilian clothes. I don't mean I don't have any with me. I mean I don't have any at all. Just Jedi robes. I have no money, so not sure how I'd buy them even if I wanted them. And given I don't ever do anything but be a Jedi, not sure what good owning them would do anyhow."

She gave him a look. One that said, 'not sure where to go from here.'

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

"Right then," he said. His lips had split into a broad grin as she finished her diatribe. "I've had my fair share of experiences as... with padawans with attitude problems," he said, his mind drifting back twenty years.

"Three problems," he explained, holding up as many figures. "Firstly I don't like taking under eighteen year olds into the line of fire. In this case I'll bend the rules," he said as he curled one finger.

"Secondly you need ID where we're going, but a blank piece of paper and a brief touch of the Force will deal with that." The next finger came down.

"First tip: always bring credits of the local denomination when you go on an operation. You might have to vanish in a hurry and credits can go a long way. Last problem: you can't go where we need to go in Jedi robes. We need to get inside, get eyes on our targets before we act. So, do you think you can lift our friend here out of sight and what size are you?"

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Omega Pyre
Omega Pharmaceuticals
T h y f e r r a

Objective: A - Assist the Omega Pyre in protecting bacta plants from sabotage by nefarious competitors who want to try and control the market.
Location: Omega Pyre
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Omega Pyre [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Felicity Mason"]
Enemies: Evil NPC folk trying to squat!
2/20


“Looks like it’s Stratus Sphere trying to worm their way into things,” the Omega Pyre intel agent beside the Icarri would relay the update to the Prex. Stratus Sphere had been an ongoing pain in the arse around former Protectorate worlds, the warlord lead pirate group attempting to take over key points the past few months. Sullust had been the first attack during the Trade Conglomerate’s gala, but that they were showing up so close to Fondor and the Core Worlds was ballsy enough.

“Any clue to where they are operating from?” Aeron asked, her jaw clenching.

“We have indications that they are operating from the southern hemisphere. “ Doray, the Twi’lek intel Pyre agent would continue, detailing with a gesture of his hand across the holographic display of Thyferra.

“Here and here.” the coordinates were brought to zoom, and key points highlighted. Aeron gave a nod, her fingers drumming along the edge of the holoarray table.

“Get me two units. I want them wormed out like the womprats they are.” came her order, narrowing her eyes at the results.

“Aye, Prex. Will deploy them dirtside posthaste.”

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: D
Location: Ground
Allies:
Enemies:
02/20

The moved to facility as she was watching it and the feeling of Sophia was there as Matsu clasped her hands behind her back moving towards the facility as she motioned to the doors and spoke. "head inside but nly fire if you are fired upon and use force only if it is needed. If they are just workers they pose no threat so be careful." She wasn't going to take any chances one way or the other and touched the door checking it as they looked over the lock bringing up a small computer to start hacking in if it was locked and she reached out with the force to sense and map in her head where the different feelings of life were.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post = 6/20]​

Objective: B
Location: On the streets
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Soon…

Nubica grinned. Her demeanour had been discussed throughout her time as a Jedi. And she didn’t expect it would end any time soon.

“How does your rule work with species that have longer or shorter life-expectancies?” Her grin was fixed now. “And yes, I’m winding you up.”

“And I have enough credits in my pocket for my next meal. That’s all we’re permitted to carry. The Code and all that. If I need to disappear, I’d just have to use my head I guess.”

“The quartermaster on Ossus measures us for our robes. I think I’m a small woman. I have no idea how that equates to real-life sizes.”

As she talked, she pulled the Force to her. Using Telekinesis, she lifted him and placed him behind a garbage dumpster. “Less than one of the Muntuur Stones,” she said. “Now, can I keep the boots?”

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]
Objective B

“Well, I’m an investigator by trade now. That and a Jedi soldier I suppose. We sort of bend the rules when it comes to expenses accounts,” he said, the slightest shift in his lips hinting at a smile even as he attempted to keep his expression stoic. He looked her up and down once before declaring: “Stay here out of sight for a few minutes. No more Jedi on the street!”

He left her there for a few minutes before coming back with a black bag, tossing it in her direction. “Sorry about that, took a few minutes to find a clothes shop open in the evening. Was married for three years and never picked out the right size so sorry if they’re baggy,” he said, before turning his back on her and heading back for the entrance to the dark alleyway to stand watch.

It was fairly casual wear, somewhere between the current local fashion and spacer wear. He damned well wasn’t going to try and buy a dress for a seventeen year old that was for sure. At least it would go with her boots.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Objective: C-Stop Pirates
Location: Smaller moon of Thyferra
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="James Justice"]
Enemies: Pirates --- Rawr!
2/20

Good, he wasn't going to try to flirt with her give her lip. In the past she had dealt with plenty of they even when on duty. Sophia was glad that out here she didn't need to. This was supposed to be a simple job. She was glad that he was being professional.

As he flew off to the unidentifiable ship Sophia flew off after him. It was almost too easy of a task for the two of them to take out one little ship. She had to believe that they had backup and if not perhaps they would at least get Intel off of them.

"Captain Justice, more enemy ships just arrived. I'll take care of them." She didn't know what to call him so she figured Captain would work for now at least. Even if he saw them coming she wanted to give him a heads up.

If she were in her x-wing Sophia would have gone in guns a blazing but it this thing she would take a different approach and attempt to contact the other ship. It was something she had done in the Navy countless times.

"This is Captain Walsh of the Spitfire. You have entered Alliance space state your business."

Ok, so it wasn't their's yet but it would be soon. Lowering the Comm she gave a quick glance to her furry co-pilot. Hopefully this would work.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B, stop criminals
Location: Cantina
Allies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]
Enemies: NA
2/20

"Both," she answered Gabriel as the doors to the cantina hissed open. "I'm meeting Commander Starchaser here, and whoever he scrounged up for this." His eyes held an edge of worry, which she misinterpreted as concern about Coren's reaction to seeing him. The Commander had been in the habit of using Gabriel as target practice. She stopped in the entrance way, and turned towards him, taking both of his hands in hers.

"Don't worry. I'm here, so Coren will behave," she said. Hopefully.

The thing that Gabriel was really worried about, Chevu had compartmentalized away in a little box in her brain labeled "don't touch." It didn't even occur to her to bring up the subject, at least not while on a mission.

Starchaser was at the bar, with another young Alliance member she hadn't yet met ([member="Aston Jacobs"]). Making her way through the crowd she anxiously hailed the Commander.

She hadn't seen Coren since the day of the trial. For all she knew he might take a potshot at the both of them.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective: SPACE!
Location: Space!
Allies: [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="James Justice"]
Enemies: Pirates, a Maurader Corvette analog, some freighters, some ugly starfighters

The pirates were still working their way towards the Bacta Convoy and when Sophia contacted them and they called back. “Alliance fighters, this is not your fight, back off.” The corvette was moving towards the convoy’s lead escort. The rest were shutting down their comlinks and moving to attack. Ion cannons were being fired and ion pulse missiles launching from the freighters.

Kaia heard her ship called over the radio and grabbed the comm. “Star to Red Lead, I’ll move to distract the corvette. See what you can do about those fighters.” She pushed the throttle and her targeting system started to line up targets on the corvette and she warmed up the turrets.

When she entered range, the Wandering Star opened with all of her turrets on the corvette, moving to provide them the smallest profile possible, her ion cannons working to scramble any fighters that would come her way.

 

[The Angry Cheese]

(( Would a member of the Mandalorians be allowed in this thread? I'm not a member of the Galactic Alliance, though. Plus, new to this site ))

Objective: Find a good-paying bounty
Location: On the streets
Allies: Any who have similar interests to his own
Enemies: Anyone who gets in his way

Ugh, yet another day of wandering around the streets of Thyferra!

This was one of many negative thoughts running through Tracinya's head (muddled with quite a few curses in several tongues under his breath) as he walked through the streets, his crimson cape with the night black Mythosaur skull printed on it fluttering behind him. His impressive personal armory- rather, what is visible -made quite a few people steer clear of the beskar (as in, hard as) Mando as he ventured through the streets of Thyferra's capital...

What was its name again? Fierfek, I forgot again... Eh, I'll remember lat-- Hold up!

He had just witnessed the Jetii ad'ika take down the thug not too far from him. Not too impressive in itself, considering he was just common scum, but the fact that a Jetii was here, meant the Galactic Alliance wasn't too far off, if they aren't already here. And where there are galaxy-spanning militaries, there are ALWAYS good jobs to be found.

He nods to himself, approaching the Jetii ad'ika, and the man who was talking to her, with a confident, disciplined air about himself. When he reaches them, he crosses his arms as he prepares his offer.

"Seeing as a Jetii is here, I would expect the GA to be on Thyferra, as well. And, that means you may need the help of someone who knows how to shoot straight, with their aim true, and each shot a kill."

 

[James Justice]

Objective: C-What do you call a cooked marauder?
Location: Orbit of Thyferra
Allies: Master [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Dex Bastion"] and all Alliance
Enemies: "Pie-rates"
03/20

James chucked as heard himself called "Captain." He would have to go by his title more often, "Aye, Master, will be on ye shortly."

He shot a glance at Reed, "Let's have some more fun, mate."

The droid gave an excited reply. James' HUD lit up with prospective lines of fire, illustrating the hazardous zones with red lights and detailing the Corvette's design with possible weak-points. It was a lot to take in with a matter of mili-seconds, but he had been practicing.

The Angel gave a lazy turn, crossing along the starboard side of the Corvette and under its line of fire. Reed fired the turrets, ripping deep scaring hole along the side. James laughed maniacally as the hot shrapnel and debris pinged off his hull, "Aye, atta boy, Reed. Prep to go along prow and make a head-on assault."

Twisting along the edge, the Angel finished her attack run, coming into view of the prow. Reed gave a worried shriek as laser and blaster fire hit the rear deflector shields.

"I said fun, and that's what we're gonna have, mate," James rebuttled, looping back on the enemy, "hit it with everything now, mate. Now."

The heavy weaponry, a turbolaser on the prow and the turrets all made a brutal assault on the Coravette. The lights in the Angel flickered, dimming at the power drain. Sections of the control panel flickered off and on as the Freighter started to act out. "Feth it, babe, hold steady!"

He held a low attack run along the prow, running a dangerous game as he weaved along the lines of fire.

"I’ll move to distract the corvette."

James let out a grateful exhale as he finished his second attack run, "Angel to Star, any distractions ye can give would be more than appreicated, over." He scanned for his master as the Angel made a wide loop around the Corrovette's engines. "Ye doing ok, Master?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective B: Criminals
Location: Cantina, bar
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Aston Jacobs"], [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"], [member="Kiyron"]
Enemies: [member="The Revenant"], people who take people at face value, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
6/20

He was tapping a credit chip on the bar top as he was speaking to the bartender. A clear sign, at least to Coren, that his mind was racing. How was he going to move the goods from the safehouse to the starport? How was he going to get it past the Pyre and then past the interdictors in orbit. It wasn’t like making the Kessel Run, but they didn’t need to know what Coren could actually do. The pilot looked up at the man that was now wiping a glass.

He was thinking, he was looking at Coren and trying to size the man up.

“I may know a few people, but the trick is, we need to know how much you can pay.” Clearly our bartender was getting a mild finders fee for this move and that was fine by Coren. Man wasn’t necessarily a criminal, he didn’t have to go all Boondock Saints on him here. He took another look at Coren and nodded.

By this point, Starchaser had called his astromech over, and while the gun was in a ‘docker’s clutch’ beneath his jacket, he had the droid provide him with a large sum of credit chips and he tossed one to the bartender. “Do we have a deal?” Coren looked up, and followed the bartender’s gaze to the door.

It was taking every ounce of effort for Coren to not drop the credits and pull out his blaster and take a shot right now at the Wrath of the Dark Lord. The fact that he was now being walked around on a leash by the one person who he was able to penetrate and access the Alliance through was not lost on Coren, but there definitely was a wall that went up, maybe not a protection wall, a la [member="Spark Finn"] but definitely an absorbing wall.

The bartender, at least, was quick and clean. He nodded to Coren and turned back to the bar, he was writing a comm frequency down on the coaster that he brought over with the Corellian’s next drink. Simple. And the mission was more important than Coren's need to remove the Wrath from the ranks of the Alliance.