In Case of Emergency (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Thyferra)

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: Hunt down the Nikto
Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Post: 8/20

This creature had earned the respect of Kelghast as an ally as of now. His tenacity and taste in take-downs was suitable for what Kelghast envisioned for the Dreadguard, in his own deranged kind of fantasy. Rook probably wouldn't share the same sentiment, but despite the difference, blood was spilled equally by all the cooperating individuals present. Something else was longed for however, something a bit more close and personal when it came to killing. Perhaps it was time for Kelghast to invest in a new toy for war?

Looking at the mauled and dismembered remains of the Nikto, the Dreadguard smiked a bit underneath the grim visage of his helmet; a design brought forward out of the Netherworld's influence. Ghastly eyes pierced through the darkness as they observed the sewer water becoming a reddish-brown from the large amounts of blood spilling out of the slaver's torso. A victory had been earned yet again by the genetically superior, those who deserved to wear the mantle the Jedi no longer have the right to flaunt about so carelessly. Their time would soon come to an end and a new cycle of justice and law would begin.

Kelghast turned to Rook. "I like this one. We should take him with us." He stated with a very slight hint of amusement. This beast had intrigued him.

"Let us move onward."

 

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Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"], @Ylvaris Desmon

Objective: Continue on

Location: Sewers

9/20

The corpse was thrown at Rook's feet like some kind of grisly trophy. The cloth-bound warrior stood firm, presenting his kill. The Dreadguard commander was unsure of how to react -- he knew little of what this creature wanted, only that it seemed to be on their side. Nudging the mangled corpse with the tip of his boot, Rook spoke.

"You hunt well, and I have a sense of familiarity from you." Odd that.

"Khelgast approves of your...skill, but I require more. We are warriors: Dreadguard. Our numbers are small, but we are making our return," he paused, amusement lacing his words, "It seems you're quite the warrior yourself. I take it you aren't a fan of slavers?" Rook could still manage humor now and again. His goal was to wipe the Sith from the face of the galaxy, but allowing himself to be a creature of grim determination would be a lie.

He still had a soul.

"I need to see his records upstairs. Come with me, both of you."

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective B: Help assist removal of slaving rings and root out criminal groups
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], reluctantly [member="Coren Starchaser"] (unless he tries to shoot me)
Location: Thyferra
[4/20]

He watched her take a seat next to him, lifting his glass to drink. Jingling the ice chips against the crystalline, he shifted as she spoke about Coren's current train of thought. He did only what he could, smiling and pursing the side of his cheek. Feeling an itch on his throat, he tilted his head and ordered a bowl of chips.

"I wish I shared your enthusiasm..." he said with a smile, throwing a chip into his mouth before looking around. He nearly stepped over himself, trying to keep from bringing up the more delicate matters. Since he wasn't privy to the conversation initiated by Chevu towards Coren, he felt entirely out of sync for this mission. He suspected there was goings on nearby but for what he surmised, he couldn't help but feel pulled towards the topic. He shook his head and threw another chip in, instead thinking about his own predicament and this sort of "in prison but not" limbo.

He silently wondered at what point he could be free from this collar, be free from his prison cell. He had been confined for so long, it's not like he wasn't used to it. It just felt tiresome.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: B - HUNT THE HIVE
LOCATION: BACK ALLEYS
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] ; [member="Chevu Visz"] ; [member="The Revenant"]
ENEMIES: CRIMINALS
[02/20]

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The roads that Tachon chose were the dirty corridors that existed anywhere. You could be on Alderaan and if you knew where to go, you could get anywhere. So on a contested world like Thyferra it was especially easy to do that, and the Iridonian stuck to those unsavoury avenues that only the foolish or brave strode. He was a little bit of both. He avoided people, and focused on the mission. He had a whole city to cover ahead of the operations, and he was getting there. Slowly.

Too slowly.

He had to do something. Zur-Ksi knew he could be inventive. He took a moment to rest and looked up to the sky. He couldn't just fly there. He learned against the wall and felt metal shift. He looked behind him at an escape ladder, then followed it upwards. Watched it end in a ledge, then continue on to another catwalk, across the road, on into the distance. It took the Iridonian no time to take the risk, and he scrambled up the fire escape.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: B
Location: Sewers Under the City
Allies: [member="Ylvaris Desman"] | [member="Rook"]
Enemies: All Who Fall Before Me
06/20

Rook spoke again, and from his stance, the form nodded in response to the first few bits of setence and speech. When the question was asked of it, in turned half way and kicked the body at it's feet savagely, causing a last spurt of blood to gush into the sewer water. Apparently, with the vehemence it had just displayed, it agreed with Rook and his sarcasm. However, there was no laugh and no visible smile or tell if it found the Dreadguard Lord humorous, or even vaguely amusing.

After the kick, it turned around, hands casting in the water until it found the gun it was searching for. Bright red lights along the power pack indicated a malfunction, and with a snort of annoyance, the gun was thrown against the sewer tunnel wall with a crash and a thud, casing around it cracked from the impact as it merely shrugged and flexed massive and scarred hands, knuckles creaking and cracking. Something in its' stance spoke of waiting, and it gazed to Logan.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Obj: B
Allies [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]
Enemies: Criminals more immediately, [member="The Revenant"] to a lesser extent
7/20

While the Dreadguard were off refounding themselves and showing the galaxy that they were still a force to be reckoned with, Coren Starchaser was sitting in a bar. He had been having a decent time, trying to find a gun runner and company that he needed to stop. But right when he was getting the name of a collective of criminals on the back of a coaster, was when his student, former or current, he didn’t rightly care, and the man who was conning the entire Alliance into believing he wasn’t something that Coren knew he was, had stepped in. Sure, Coren said he was an asset, because a leader would have a difficult time leading their own war-mongering and bloodthirsty domineering faction from within a cell.

You said what needed to be said to get the results you needed, that was just good business. And as a military commander? Taking high ranking beings from the enemy out was his new trade.

Looking to the bartender, he grinned and nodded. Good, someone for him to chase down, and beat into submission. But then the prodigal student of his pressed into his mind. Sure, he was prepping for a wave of lightning to come off of the Wrath, but not that. He shook his head as he acclimated to the mind-invasion.

Ha, acclimated.

Nodding to a table away from the bar, Coren quickly pocketed the coaster and took his drink to a table, once Chevu and the Wrath had decided to follow, if they did, he’d ask about where, and how she found the data. Who’d she sleep with to learn that one?

 

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Rook"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Location: Sewers
Post: 9/20

"Think it can survive the Nether?" Kelghast cackled darkly to himself as he traversed back towards the entrance they had come from. He found himself liking this beastly warrior more and more, but he had yet to prove himself as a real help to the Dreadguard as Rook implied. This movement to reassert the name of Dreadguard back into the galaxy as something to be feared would come in time. Kelghast didn't know much about the Galactic Alliance other than they seemed better off than the Republic and how his time felt wasted among the Jedi.

Jedi... a name he somewhat hated and wanted snuffed out. But he couldn't let personal things overwhelm his duty to protect and stand for what's right, even if he was twisted by the Netherworld's influence and maddening depths of insanity and ambiguity. Something in Kelghast was pushing out and wanted more blood than what was shed on this day. He had to keep that in check. He was still in there somewhere.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B, stop criminals
Location: Cantina
Allies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]
Enemies: NA
4/20

Almost as if she could read Gabriel's thoughts, and well, maybe she had a little bit, Chevu pulled the collar's control device from her jacket pocket. Green fingers moved along the chrome buttons, and there was a clicking sound. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Gabriel's neck, unhooking the strap and removing the collar. The blasted thing was quickly shoved in her pocket. It wasn't right. Gabriel wasn't an animal who needed subduing. He deserved better than that.

"There," she smiled. "He may not trust you, but I do."

A barely detectable nod and Coren moved to a booth. "Let's go," said the Mirialan, curling her fingers around Gabriel's hand. She got up from the barstool and brought him to the booth, sliding in across from a bristly-looking Starchaser.

In a low voice she began to detail the things she'd heard, her gaze panning back and forth between the two men. "Apparently the CRC is running a slaving ring right here in the city. It's operating out of a front of a business that gives tours of the bacta factories. People come in for a tour, and never come back out."

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective B: Help assist removal of slaving rings and root out criminal groups
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], reluctantly [member="Coren Starchaser"] (unless he tries to shoot me)
Location: Thyferra
[5/20]

He couldn't help but smile, even as subtle as it was, to her expression and gesture. Removing the collar, he put that in the small victories column. His world would revolve around such things, a constant uphill climb to overcome what damage was done while inhabiting a body once his own - control long ago removed. Taking her hand in his, though, he couldn't help but feel like she was forcing two friends together to kiss and makeup. Gabriel and Coren weren't friends and the Arkanian suspected that they never would be. But he trusted Chevu, with his life and then some. After all, he still had the force to assist him should things turn ugly.

Sitting next to Chevu, he placed the bowl of chips on the table and placed his hands together. Staring across from him was Coren. Gabriel picked up a chip, staring quietly at the man, his thumb and index finger braced against his teeth. The CRC, Gabriel shook his head and looked towards Chevu. He just blurted it out, whispering of course.

"The Coruscant Rotary Club is a front, funding the Coruscant Flower and Funeral Company. It's a criminal organization, state funded by anonymous donations from the One Sith." He looked towards Coren, still somewhat guarded in his aura. "Slavery is completely within the realm of their activities and one of the less extreme inlets for their capital. But they prosper on the presentation of legal services, concealing far more devious means."

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: B - HUNT THE HIVE
LOCATION: THE CATWALKS
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] ; [member="Chevu Visz"] ; [member="The Revenant"]
ENEMIES: CRIMINALS
[03/20]

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Progress was still slow, since he was on foot, but it was progressing noticeably more rapidly now that he found a road with fewer hindrances. That was, until he leaped before he looked. His hands clapped against metal, which drew attention from below. Unfortunately for him, below was a mid-transaction spice trade. Apparently tonight was a good night for Zur-Ksi to stumble upon illicit activity. Only this time, he wasn't the predator, but the hapless hanging prey. Like a pointy living party toy, the Iridonian had to scramble to avoid blaster fire. The problem was that the ledge was too narrow to grasp onto. So he dropped, and hoped to land on something soft.

He landed square on a Devaronian female. An outraged cry escaped her furry form and her weapon went skittering away. Two men gripped the Iridonian by the shoulders and pried him up to stand. A third, another Devaronian but male, came up with a rife of some kind draped over his shoulder.

"Wos this, en, ay? Smoggla? Snitch?" the Devaronian snatched a small wallet from Tachon's jacket and looked it over, then both their brows furrowed when the ID was read aloud, "Galactic Alliance Privateer. Well, ain't that swell." the low hiss that escaped the Iridonian's teeth then drew everyone's attention.

"Aw, wos'a matter, chappie? Don'cha got no friends wi ya?" they all laughed, and their grips loosened.

Tachon used the leverage to strike his foot in between the legs of the Devaronian. The male's voice choked and he collapsed to the ground. The dumber of the two holding him captive rushed to the Boss' aid, and that left the smarter with the angry man with a crown of horns. In the time for the gangster to raise his weapon, Zur-Ksi's fist met his throat, and he collapsed to the ground, choking for breath. With them distracted, Tachon made a break for it. He ran, slid around a corner, ran, and slid into cover behind a fence, and armed his hold-out blaster. Lucky they didn't search him, just snag his identification. The small defence weapon had a few shots in it. He had planned to use a criminal's weapon, but so far plans had changed.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Obj: B
Location: bar
8/20

Coren could hear. He had ears. And he was a former smuggler, he could hear through the hustle and bustle of the bar. If anyone asked Coren, the Wrath of the Dark Lord should not be let out of his cage, and he when heard the click of the collar being removed? Even the drink didn’t seem like it was going to sit in his stomach, any sign of hunger or thirst had left the pilot, and he was grabbing for the Force, forcing himself to focus on the crowd around him. As he grabbed a booth, he was feeling his leg start to bounce, and was consciously willing himself to not do that.

Galactic Alliance power couple at his table and all, oh and yeah, the potential downfall of everything the Triumvirate had founded. At least the Pyre was on point here, unlike Yag’Dhul, they could hopefully stop The Wrath if Coren couldn’t. But if he didn’t? It wouldn’t matter, this was one Corellian who wouldn’t let the Wrath get away unless he was a smoldering corpse.

The drink sat on the table as he looked to his potentially-treasonous student. His left arm was on the back of the chair, letting his chest-holster be seen, and his right hand on the table. The Force was still flowing around him, and he’d be able to absorb a shot or two, as he grabbed for his pistol. And he wasn’t a slow draw. His attention was strictly on the Wrath, even if he was listening to the Miralian.

Could he fold space to pull the three of them out of this bar when the Wrath struck? “You’d know all about the Coruscant Rotary Club, wouldn’t you? And trust me, I know full well what you Sith are capable of.” He looked from the Wrath back to Chevu. “Lead on.” He said, eyes looking back to the door. He did not like the Sith that was traveling with them, he liked slavery even less.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: B - HUNT THE HIVE
LOCATION: BACK ALLEYS
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] ; [member="Chevu Visz"] ; [member="The Revenant"]
ENEMIES: CRIMINALS
[BLZIT]

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"Where ya hidin?!" the Devaronian screamed, "'En I gi' ma han's on yer 'ear I'll rip yer 'orns off one at a time!"

Tachon slowed his breathing and heard his pulse in his ears. The adrenaline was starting to flow, and he knew there was no regulation on killing these men. No reason to hold back. He listened for the footfalls, and when he knew all four of them were in the bottleneck of the alley, he rose out from cover and let loose the aggression he'd been holding onto for a few days. Time almost slowed for the Iridonian as he let loose two shots to one side of the alley and two shots to the other. With half his energy cell gone, he tucked the small blaster away and charged. He wasn't as fast as blaster bolts, but he had some sprinting speed when he let loose. His elbow met one jaw, while they tried to shoot him. The other lackeys stopped when Tachon was close to one of their own, but the vengeful Devaronian kept shooting. The Iridonian used the human for cover and took his blaster, then used the long-since-dead man as a meat shield from which to return fire. The automatic pistol spit lasers out at blinding speed, and the reckless Devaronian took a cluster to the chest. The male was lightly armoured, so he shrugged off the first spray, but the second began to burn his skin. The unfortunate victim who was still a shield was nearly ripped in half by the power of the Devaronian's rifle.

Zur-Ksi knew the shield wouldn't last, so he threw the nearly-bisected body as a diversion and dropped. From the ground, Tachon let loose another spray of shots at the weak point, and knew the damage was finally done when the Devaronian staggered and dropped his rifle. Something vital was destroyed, and the Boss fell to his knees, then limp on the ground. The other two could be heard sniveling in the dark. Tachon let out a sarcastic 'ha', then spoke out to them.

"If you don't want to end up like him, go see a recruiter. Make something of yourselves." then he was off, back to the mission at hand. He needed to stop that high-profile smuggling.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B
Location: Cantina
Allies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: NA
5/20

"He's not a Sith," Chevu snapped, her black eyes flashing at Coren. She'd only been reunited with Starchaser for a few minutes and was already tired of his alpha male posturing. Showing his holster. Gathering the Force around him. She pointed at his blaster and rolled her eyes.

"And simmer down there, cowboy. You aren't going to need that until we get to the tourist center."

The tension at the table was beyond palpable. If they weren't together on this, things could go very wrong. She pinched the bridge of her nose, let out a sigh, and turned to Gabriel, smiling.

"We've had a lot of trouble getting good intel on the CRC. Until now. On the way, Gabriel can give us more information about their hierarchy. If they're funded by the One Sith, all the more reason we should go after them."

Rising from the booth, almost reluctant to turn her back on the two men, she began to make her way to the door.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: D
Location: Ground
Allies:
Enemies:
03/20

The facility as they entered was quiet, very but the workers weren't a threat. Going into it while she moved leaving her attention on the medical section of the teams before heading towards the main offices so they could talk and work. "Remain prepared but they look harmless enough. No firing." The jeid master gave what they could as her medical teams were checking the status and the work, Knight had been an Exarch and helped with the Pyre the silver cross but she had left contact information on who to talk with as she ascended the stairs taking then three at a time and heading in with her medical teams towards the doors. She debated barging in but feeling the people in were already nervous she wasn't going to harm them though with a smile opening the door.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective B: Help assist removal of slaving rings and root out criminal groups
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], reluctantly [member="Coren Starchaser"] (unless he tries to shoot me)
Location: Thyferra
[6/20]

There would come a day when Gabriel didn't take responses like that quietly. That day wasn't today. Maybe it was out of respect. Respect for the man that Chevu had once spoken so highly of. Of a man that Gabriel had envisioned as well tempered and controlled. In his own way, he mourned the disparity between what Chevu had described and what sat before him now. He simply picked up another chip to the response and crunched on it, absentmindedly.

As Chevu spoke to him, he smiled from the corner of his eye, but he didn't break his focus from the man in front of him. As she stood, he stood with her and scavenged what was left of the chip bowl. Making a bowl out of his own hand, he picked at it as he looked towards Coren. "Yes. I would know about the CRC." He had even gotten past the point of waiting for people to ask, quickly offering what information he had to Chevu. He despised the CRC and what they stood for. Slavery, organ trafficking, and worse. What one could purchase at the Cream and the Crop Casino made the mans skin crawl. But he was too busy for thoughts about that, too busy standing what ground he had against this Captain.

Throwing another chip into his mouth, he tilted his head to the door. Following behind Chevu, he finished off the chips and clapped his hands free of the debris. If Coren was going to try and shoot him in the back, now would be the time for it.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: B - HUNT THE HIVE
LOCATION: BACK ALLEYS
ALLIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] ; [member="Chevu Visz"] ; [member="The Revenant"]
ENEMIES: CRIMINALS
[05/20]

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The pace was the same as before, now. He carried on his task, over half way through the city now. He switched between ground level and the catwalks as manoeuvrability allowed and made good time. He had his new weapon clipped to his belt, and he had mad sure to recover his ID and tuck it away safely. So he moved, and kept moving. Letting the violence out left him feeling lighter, and like he could keep going. He stopped at a vantage point and looked out ahead of him. He could make out the shape of the spaceports now. He would b there. Soon.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Obj: B
Thyferra
Allies: Coren Starchaser
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="The Revenant"]

Couldn’t deal with these people. Chevu’s former Master must be rolling wherever he was. Choosing to side with this Sith, believe their lies, as opposed to the Alliance? Who was that Master anyway? Coren was going to need to have a talk with this one. Figure out just where the pair went wrong in Chevu’s education. And of course this Gabriel would know about the CRC. Sith funded? Another way for the Sith to wreck hell with this galaxy. He wasn’t paying attention to Gabriel aside from being ready to strike back when the time came.

He shook his head and then her next words met his ears.

Cowboy? She came to him for learning from her Master. Someone of those two knew what Coren was. He acted, he didn’t sit and talk. He moved, and he made it up as he went along. He didn’t need to take life lessons from the Wrath of the Dark Lord. Getting up, he adjusted his jacket. “Yeah, y’know what, you two can go deal with it then.” And with that the pilot stormed from the table, slowing his roll only a second to toss a larger denomination credit chit at the bartender before he made his way into the human streets of Thyferra.

Maybe Kiyron would join him, maybe not. One thing was certain, there was no way in any of the nine Corellian hells he was going to take any knowledge from the Sith. Better off running into a unknown mindfield than being directed to step on every last explosive.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Thyferra, and this particular day, weren't as crucial to Mara as to others. She was, in a very real sense, just passing through, caught between obligations. Her battered little ship, the Corridor Sweeper, flitted through Thyferra orbit and aimed for planetfall. It wasn't that she was apathetic, she told herself, or at least not without reason. More a relative than an absolute disinterest. Too many things going on, and here was where she happened to be.

Not one of her prouder moments, all in all, but a day could mean everything to one person and nothing to another.

 

[Light Rises]

Objective: Go on a tour of the bacta plants

BACTA!
Batca!
Bacta!

That was what the tour had proposed and advertised. It seemed there was a lot to see on this little world. Now for a family from Corellia, displaced by the actions of some godly Force entity, a world like Thyferra was a bit small, a bit humid and a bit… different. But it was a world just the same. And this was no run of the mill trip, this was the best on money could buy. And they were supposed to go behind the scenes of bacta production.

Needless to say the eldest child, a teenaged girl, was not too pleased. She was checking her comlink by the minute and sighting. Dark clothes, dark hair, dark make up, you get the idea. Her brother, younger by at least half, was excited. Bouncing off the walls, and looking out the windows of the tram. “Are we there yet, Mom?” He asked, turning to his mother.

That was when the mother got a bit nervous. How long was the trip to the factory? The locals had stated it’d only be about 10 minutes to the factory, walking. She bit her lip and looked to her husband, a bit of worry in her eyes. Pointing to her chrono, she quirked up an eyebrow and mouthed ‘twenty-five.’

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about.” The other families weren’t worrying. And a few of them looked like they’d be local, and the tour guides even had uniforms.

Everything was fine, right?

Huh, the map didn’t say there was a starport near the bacta plants.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: B
Location: Cantina
Allies: [member="The Revenant"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: NA
6/20

Chevu's mouth hung open at the sight of Coren storming out of the cantina. That fething man was going to put his pride or his arrogance or whatever it was that he couldn't control before the well-being of people about to be sold into slavery.

Turning to Gabriel, she cringed apologetically. "I'm sorry about that, Gabriel."

Gabriel had been through enough. His entire family killed by a murderer from whom he couldn't escape. He was finally free and deserved better than this treatment. She wanted Starchaser to see Gabe the way that she saw him, for the good man that he was.

It would have to wait. They had a slaving ring to infiltrate. They'd just have to do the job with one less team member.