Intervention | FO Dominion of Zaadja & Gannaria

[Kirie]

Objective: 3
Post: 2
Enemies(?): [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

The droids had struck at a four-way intersection. Kirie and her group had descended from the snowy surface above, into the labyrynthian tunnels of the abandoned factory. Outside of the jagged hole in the roof, the tunnels were fairly clear of debris. A thick carpet of dust covered the metal floor, so the small group left a trail of footprints as they walked through the wide halls.

As they began to move further and further into the facility, the party came across the discarded bodies of ancient droids, long since detroyed. Metal torsos and limbs were strewn across the floor, sometimes blocking their path. As they continued Kirie began to develop a creeping sense of dread, as if they were walking into a trap.

She was correct. As the group of five entered a four-way intersection of long corridors, they were ambushed on three sides by B1 battledroids. The exchange was fast and brutal, the one party member with a blaster barely able to get a shot out before the succumbed to the fire from their E-5 blasters.

Kirie, panicked, had hesitated, but but seeing there was no hope for her comrades had turned and ran, and for what felt like an hour she'd crept through the desolate halls, avoiding the occasional patrol of droids. They were everywhere, and she was hopelessly lost.

Finally, she felt a twinge in the force, and a tug in her gut. There were people nearby, living people. Perhaps they would help her, and show her the way out of the Force-forsaken dungeon.

Turning the corner she spotted the group, it was what looked like a military team from the First Order, a few officers surrounded by a cadre of stormtroopers. She would have to approach with caution. Kirie stepped out into the open, placing both hands in the air, and praying these soldiers wouldn't be hostile.

 

[Matthieu Treiber]

Objective II
Location: FIV Imperator
Allies: [member="Robogeber"], First Order Sixth Fleet | Battlegroup Imperator
Enemies: Smugglers


Despite the impression one might get from seeing the flurry of activity on rest of the ship’s bridge, Matt was actually incredibly bored. As it turns out, spending several hours staring at RADAR and LIDAR screens with absolutely no activity on them, other than the occasional asteroid, is not the most intellectually stimulating activity in the world.

Matt left out a soft sigh, reached into a pocket on his utility belt, and pulled out a pack of chewstim he bought from the ship’s store. This ought to get me through the day, as he put the piece of gum in his mouth.

As Matt started to chew the gum, his mind started to wander. First, he started to think of the mission – to put a halt on one of the last major spice smuggling routes running into First Order space. Spice. Oh, how that drug destroyed the lives of so many close to him. If it wasn’t a long, painful death from overdosing, one lived out a miserable existence as an addled husk waiting for their next hit.

Shortly after, Matt heard a series of familiar beeps from his terminal, snapping him back to reality. Several dots showed up on the RADAR screen, and with each sweep they inched closer to the Imperator. Despite not yet being within LIDAR range, it was clear by the size and movement this was not just another rock or some debris.

Matt quickly rose from his seat, and turned around to make eye contact with his commanding officers.

“Uh, Captain!” he shouted, “I think we have company!”

The spice, Matt thought, must not flow.

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: III
Neutral: [member="Kirie Ito"]


The stormtroopers, held a loose formation as they entered, keeping a wide berth around each other. Trying to make sure that should they be ambushed by wayward combatants, these adversaries would need to focus fire in multiple directions. However, despite this, their mood was soured by the presence of Ren. Konstantin's demeanour remained calm, but privately, her sneered at the Ren. "The troopers were ambushed by what they described, as elite units. They used personalised shields, and heavy repeating blasters. Damn near impossible to kill." The colonel informed her. He would not allow his boys to be slagged off by some teen in a jumper. The other stormtroopers, and junior officers accompanying the Ren, allowed some darkened glances at the Ren. "There was nothing we could do about the situation at hand." Makarev continued, "They fell back, as more of these units moved in, and some were killed in the retreat."

Upon stumbling across the droid, the stormtroopers crouched, and took cover, as the B-1 unit, and then examined the girl as she phrased another question. "We did have three men, not accounted for." Makarev conceded, "The others we managed to confirm the status of." He paused, and took another puff from his cigar. His eyes narrowed, "But if this was from one of our boys, they would've made contact." Makarev began, thinking aloud, they were still in range of the excavation sites comms team, even if the signal was patchy. "Or at the very least, would have made their way to the surface." The route taken by the stormtroopers had been a rather direct one. A few corners here and there, sure. But it had been by and large, a simply descent. They were only now coming up to their first intersection.

"Contact sir!" A stormtrooper barked, "Coming in at point, three, four, biological!" Makarev held his hand on his holster, clasping his pistol, he glared out into the darkness. The other stormtroopers, tightened formation, and began to clasp their rifles. Ready to eliminate or cover this newcomer, depending on who they were.

"One of ours?" Makarev inquired, looking at the trooper, before crouching much like the rest of them. Wanting to lower, his profile. There was a pause, amongst the troopers.

"Negative sir. We'd have seen our armour on bio scan." The trooper reported. As the figure came out of the shadows, Makarev noted the newcomer. Taut, petite body. With no discernible First Order markings on their body, or apparel. The colonel then moved out of the formation, and approached. His eyes examining her, and head craning around, to see if this was some form of trap, or otherwise.

"Stand down boys," Konstantin barked, raising a hand. She didn't look like a threat. Or even like she was going to be in any kind of shape to be fighting. She looked rather knocked up and tired just like the response team. He grim, stern look pursed his lips, "You alright miss?" Makarev asked, "You need a medic?" he inquired in a gruff tone.

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Location: Gannaria - Spice Den.
Objective One: The Spice of Life - Survive.
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Zyrias Pax"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"], [member="Kailari Selanno"], [member="Kael Garick"]

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"Avery! Get in here, now!" Zai hopes of a pleasant day are dashed as the supervisor summoned him to his 'office'. He used that word loosely, as it was more of a small storeroom with an over-sized desk. The supervisor sat behind his desk, his face ruddy and wrinkled. The bright crimson complexion was natural for the small man, and had earned the nickname "Red" from Zai. He didn't bother to remember the man's actual name."Sit, boy". Zai complied, warily. Getting called to the office was never a good sign. The awful green carpet was made even more hideous by blood stains poorly scrubbed away. A testament to how many had been 'fired'. Quite literally, in this sense. It didn't pay to simply let your staff leave, where they could blab to law enforcement.

"I like you Avery, I really do. You do good work on the machines. I don't even have to break an arm or a leg to keep you motivated. That's why I'm going to make this quick" Zai doubted that this speech would be quick, Red always took as much time as he wanted. Something about the man's emphasis on the word "quick" raised alarm bells, however. "You never told us your first name, which is fair" Red continued. "Trust is hard to come by here. But your just a kid, and it wouldn't occur to you that I might eventually find out... Zai." He turned his screen to show a large picture of Zai. Right under his name, were the words: "Warrant of Arrest".

Zai was halfway out of his chair before he froze. Red had drawn a blaster pistol, leveling it at his face. The heavy gun looked too big in his small hands. "Your wanted, kid. Granted not for much, but I think the Order will be happy to supply a bit extra, plus amnesty, for information on a spice ring as well". Zai paused for a moment, fighting panic. "Wanted alive. You can't risk shooting me" he countered. The supervisor chuckled. "I don't think they'll complain if the merchandise is a little scuffed. Now just raise your hands an-" he didn't get to finish as Zai sprung forward out of his seat, tackling the older man. Zai was short at 5'6 but Red was even shorter still, and Zai's small frame belied a strength gained from hauling machines and scrap. It was easy to wrestle the gun from Red. Zai kicked him away and leveled the gun at his chest. Red laughed, and spat to his left. "Do it kid. Kill me. I'd do the same to you". Zai's grip tightened on the trigger but he didn't fire. "Keeping you alive is an incentive not to follow me" he replied, and left the office.

A simple push of heavy crates created a tumbled mess that blocked the exterior office door rather effectively. He tucked the gun into a large pocket of his overalls and made his way across the work floor. They weren't allowed weapons, and he didn't want to pique anyone's interest. He'd made it about halfway across the open space before a sound chilled his blood. A loud siren, that always preceded an announcement, sounded. The crackly voice of Red came over the speakers, loud enough to cover the whole floor. "Avery, our good ol' engineer is wanted man, fellas". Zai drew the blaster. "Any man who captures him gets fifty percent of the share". He slowly backed away as nearby workers shifted their eyes towards him. "Alive, mind you. So only beat him to near death".

"Feth" Zai whispered as he backed up deeper into the factory.

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Matthieu Treiber"]
Objective II: Operation Hunter Killer
Post: IV

"Uh, Captain," The Sensor Officer began, "I think we have company." Rausgeber privately rolled his eyes at the display of colloquealism. He much preferred the use of formal language aboard his vessels. He privately made a not of the mans name, and rank. Mathieu Treiber, radar technician. The droid however turned his head. The technician had addressed the Imperators captain, rather than the grand admiral who stood before him. The rest of the bridge, grew anxious.

"Thank you, technician." Rausgeber sneered, before turning toward the viewport. It would only be a matter of seconds until their fleet reverted from lightspeed. Within seconds, three massive cargo vessels leapt out of lightspeed, followed by two escort cruisers and another two frigates. The droid watched the group of vessels, immediately take up a defensive formation. "Begin transmission of section four, code alpha broadcast." Rausgeber commanded, "Let us see how this scum respond to Sieger's law.."

The Signals Officer, a younger woman, with deep, brown hair, and a pale complexion nodded, and began to broadcast a message on all open frequencies. "Unidentified vessels, this is the First Order Sixth Fleet. As apart of anti-smuggling and anti-piracy operations in this sector, an interdiction blockade, followed by search and seizure of any contraband goods found in contravention of the First Order Border Force Act." The Signals Officer began, "Any attempt to resist such procedure will result in your immediate destruction." There was a pause, "Power down your engines, and defences, and prepare your ships for inspection."

Rausgeber turned back to the radar technician, "Give me the registration of these vessels, see if they have any history of making berth in our territories."

 

[The Major]

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Post 4, Obj 1: Spice of Life​

Allies: Security Bureau and its constituents​

Enemies: Drug peddlers and bar flies, possibly​

Seeking [member="Zai Avery"]​

As the Fallanassi exited the laboratory an alarm rung out, causing the normally calm operator to stab her left hand to the leather holster slung low on her hip before drawing iron. The antique revolver punched one way, then the next as her eyes were covered by the harsh glowing blue lenses of her glasses glowering in a cold rage. Assisted targeting followed the end of the barrel as it swung about, but no target presented itself, and cloaking tricks tended to be ineffective. So she was safe. Possibly?

A blaring speaker crackled regarding the capture of an engineer and some promises of a lucrative sum being offered -causing a number of the enemy heartbeat sensors to move suddenly to a specific point.

Maybe this was the person of importance, perhaps even a defector of the organization. That could be a useful prize. At the very least the unlucky sod might even know who was in the charge of the various chemists working under this drug lord. That alone was incentive to investigate. Motivated into brisque, violent action, the Major burst up the corridors at double time, in some instances bypassing or sprinting pass guards who were just a tad too slow to respond or properly take a bead on her progress.

Gun drawn, she came upon the factory proper, and this was filled with screaming confusion as the scum sought out the engineer. Shots rang out, but not in her direction. Not yet.

With any luck her sensors would spot a lone figure fleeing in a pattern consistent with someone trying to escape. Then she would pounce after the unknown entity.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 3 Hive Mind​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"]​

Nearby: [member="Kirie Ito"]​

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Kyrel couldn't feel the cold as they entered the chamber that led to the Catacombs. The Catacombs did have something, he could feel it and wondered if what Decitus was true if the Dark Side had a hand in the Factory. They would find something, and like how he felt with Vader's Castle upon the Battle of Mustafar, he knew that the girl must have found a sense of purpose with her interest in Palpatine's pawns. He couldn't blame her, his obsession for the Skywalker's still lingered.​

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As they continued to walk, Decitus shivering from the cold to which had brought some amusement to Kyrel. He couldn't help but listen to Colonial Makarev as he spoke of what happened to the recon team. Hearing the words that had come from both Decitus and the man, he could feel the man's displeasure for her already, but didn't say anything and had decided to reply himself in a cold tone upon hearing of what the Colonial had encountered. "It sounds like your men encountered Droidikas. Powerful units with shields and repeating blasters, obsolete like most of the army from that time, they are still deadly. Unless there is something else here." ​

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Then they had approached a damaged B1. At first, he had thought that the power had been drained, but saw the plasma scorch marks on the droid and thought differently. "Strange," He said to himself examining the droid until one of the troopers spoke up detecting a newcomer that had begun to appear. Kyrel thought it was possible treasure hunters or mercenary's, he had even kept a hand on his saber. Then a woman approached, the colonial stepping forward slowly, the troopers keeping the blasters raised. He was suspicious already and reached out with the Force, reaching out to the girl, and recoiling upon feeling the Light that was within her. He growled and spoke in a commanding baritone. "Colonial Makarev seize this woman and search her immediately!" He looked to Decitus continuing. "I have no doubt this is the one I felt Decitus." ​

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective 3: Hive Mind
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"]
Enemies?: [member="Kirie Ito"]

"I have no doubt this is the one I felt Decitus."

"Is that so?" Samka's tone light, airy and child-like in sharp contrast to Kyrel's anger and Makarev's sternness. The woman who emerged did seem to walk among the Light, it was true, that unpleasant stench was unmistakable, and yet there was an incredibly vague sense of familiarity.

Samka remained on the spot, merely tilting her head to examine the newcomer with large, oddly empty crimson eyes.

She finally took a few small steps towards the girl. There was no sense of threat here, although one could never be too cautious when it came to these people.

"Easy, Kyrel," she assured her partner with a light purr. "Not all who walk the Light are our foes by nature. The ones who are no threat to us may walk free, as is how we have always done things," she gently reminded the other Ren. It was easy to forget in these days of the Galactic Alliance and Silver Jedi Order that not all on the other side of the Force had marked themselves as the First Order's enemy. No, it was the self-righteous, violent ones who wanted to tear down her empire in their image that was the problem. Mass extermination of Light Siders was never a formal policy even if the transgressions of the enemy were pushing both the First Order and the Knights of Ren further towards that path.

"Have we... met?" Samka asked the girl, unable to shake the feeling they had. She'd committed every notable interaction she'd had to memory and this woman was nowhere to be found and yet...

"Colonel, Destroyers!" A Snowtrooper at the rear exclaimed as he fired off a volley of blaster fire towards the units approaching from the rear. One of them glanced a rolling Droidika before it could set up position. In its glory days, the droid's armour may have shrugged off such a blow but this unit was centuries old with minimal maintenance. That lone shot was enough to send the Destroyer Droid shattering into parts, sliding and bouncing along the stone floor. The other Droidikas, however, began to set up into position.

There was no cover, they were totally exposed down here. The girl could wait, there were more pressing intruders to deal with.

With a snap, Samka's Lightsaber came to her hand. What followed was an acrobatic backflip of a speed and power that no natural gymnast could make, only one trained in the Force. The Ren girl landed gracefully, almost posed squarely with both feet opposite one another, now behind the shielded droids. Her crimson blade hissed to life as the girl prepared to inflict damage.

 

[Kirie]

Objective: 3
Post: 3
Enemies(?): [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

Safety, salvation, rescue. Finally she was safe. It was perhaps not ideal to have fallen into the care of The First Order, if the whispered rumours on the temple at Centares were anything to go by. Still, she'd take a squad of soldiers before wandering in a maze of murderous automatons. As she stood with her hands in the air, one of the officers ordered the men to lower their weapons. That was a relief. She watched his lips carefully, teasing the meaning from the shape of his mouth, and nodding her understanding.

Swiftly, her own hands rose to a neutral position in front of her, and she began to sign. First was the basic I'm deaf, do you speak sign? which was followed by No. I do not need any medical attention.

Even as she signed she began to feel a crippling sense of dread. Something terrible was hidden within the group ahead. Something dark... Evil. She had felt darksiders before, or at least she thought she had. Either way, the feeling in her guts was familiar.

Even as the thought left her brain a series of sounds assaulted her ears, making her jump with their volume.

Shuffling, scraping louder-

A puff of warm, moist breath-

And finally, like a rehearsed play in which she knew the ending before it came, the heavy hand on her shoulder.

Kirie understood what it meant. The sounds were only for her to hear, the hand only hers to feel. The apparition, spirit, whatever it was, had returned. The voice. Her own personal tormentor. A moment passed, and it spoke.

"Don’t trust them. You're in terrible danger here. I will do what I can."

It hadn't disappeared, it never had. It was just hidden away for all these months. She understood that now. Perhaps she'd always understood it. The voice had told her in its own words; it had been here since Kwenn, and it would be here forever. Inescapable, as much a part of her as the hands she used to sign.

"If not more." it chuckled.

The hand lifted, and the contact ceased. When her attention returned to the group ahead, she saw the agitation in one of the dark haired officers.

Wait- seize her?

Kirie's hand leapt to her bondar saber, her hands just grasping the hilt when the female officer waved him down. The woman stalked over to her, and it quickly became clear by the way she held herself with the utmost confidence that she was the one in charge, the one with the authority, the control. When she asked her question, Kirie detected little to no malice on the woman's features. Had they met? She wasn't sure, though there was something recognizable in her features, like a woman she'd witnessed confiding in the now-disgraced King of Commenor at a function.

Her ruminations were interrupted as a small group of Destroyer Droids rolled in behind them, deploying their powerful shield. Without futher hesitation, Kirie whipped out her Bondar saber. It would be little help against the droids, but it could block a blaster bolt.

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Allies: [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"].
Objective III

The colonel glared at the angry knight of Ren. "This is my command." Makarev barked, "And I am not about to have it superseded by you and your suspicion, if she were an enemy, she'd have ambushed and killed us, easy as can be." The colonel spat, before then glancing at the woman, as she signed. His brow furrowed in confusion. "Does anyone know what the hell she's on about?" The officer barked in an aggressive manner. He backed away a little, not sure if this was some kind of weird, alien magic or the force at work. He sat back, clearly a little affronted.

"She's signing guv," Another one of the troopers informed him. Konstantin shot him a confused look. "She's deaf boss, she talks with her hands, it's all sign language. Cousins deaf, so I learned it early." the trooper elaborated. Konstantin nodded a little, now appreciating the woman a little more. He ignored the remaining babbling between the Ren, and simply observed the trooper, the stormtrooper whose eyes were locked with Ito's hands. "She says she's alright boss," The stormtrooper informed him, before then signing back at her, I speak it, he don't.

Makarev was impressed with the display until he heard cries of contact. Taking out his combat pistol, the officer looked around, and saw the destroyer droids roll around a corner, "Take cover, use corners to your advantage!" Makarev barked at his men, as the troopers scrambled to the safety of cover, away from the withering fire of the droidekas. Makarev, kept firing at the droids, letting his men get to cover, before he did. As soon as he did, he watched as the trio of force users leapt into action. Did every, bloody, one run about with a lightsaber these days?

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Location: Gannaria - Spice Den.
Objective One: The Spice of Life - Survive.
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Zyrias Pax"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"], [member="Kailari Selanno"], [member="Kael Garick"]

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It was official, Zai was not having a good day. He waved the gun, warding off the hostile group. The blaster made them hesitate, but they had the advantage and they knew it. Spice-trade grunts were, by a rule, incredibly stupid in all but one respect. They knew how to size up a mark. They knew Zai would only be able to squeeze off two or three shots before some grabbed him. The only reason for hesitation was borne by the fact that none of them wanted to be the one shot.

Sweat beaded Zai's brow, and the small tremors that ran up his arms made the gun quiver in his grip. For every step back Zai took, the workers took two. With each second, Zai's options dwindled until he had only a near suicidal plan. He thought about the other option, be captured and spend life in a First Order prison. He might not even make it that far; if Red took umbrage at Zai's little kick, he might become another crimson stain on the green carpet.

He fired a couple of shots above his head, and all that achieved was to make the grunts back up. Now that they were out of the line of sight, he fired a volley toward the machine on his left. Each machine had a small measure of hydrogen gas, a byproduct of the procedure. The explosion was small, and the real danger lay with the unprocessed spice within. Long strands of the razor-sharp product glistened as they flew through the red light. A flurry of beautiful ribbons, that cut any flesh it met, flew through the air. Screams broke over the cacophony of rumbling machines. A flare of intense, near-blinding pain flared across the left side of Zai’s face. He stumbled away from the group, barely aware of his own screaming.

The distraction had served well, no one had pursued him. His face was a touch less painful, subsiding to an intense throb. He touched the side of his head and nearly fainted from the sudden pain. His hand came away sticky; in the brighter light of the hallway he could see blood. He turned his gun until he could see himself in the dull burnished silver. The warped reflection was unrecognizable. A boy with hollow eyes stared back. His hair was a mess and, most notably, half his face was red with blood. The spice had cut most of his left ear off and left deep furrows in the skin. Zai attributed the relatively low pain to shock.

He glanced up and down the corridor he was fleeing down, letting out a loud groan as he suddenly got his bearings. There were three exits from the work floor. One led to the chemist's basement, one was an emergency exit and one led to an alley next to a cantina (ironically) named "The Spice Den". He'd run away from a perfectly good exit and towards a cantina full of mercenaries, who'd no doubt start asking questions when they saw the state he was in.

His heart quickened, and he was sweating more now. "Relax, Zai" he muttered to himself. "You've been in worst spots. Just think of a way out..." But no such miraculous thoughts entered his head. He shivered, despite the warm air. A tumult of pain and despair hit him like a ton of bricks, and he slumped to the floor. 'Just a little rest, and some time to think' he thought, clutching the gun in two hands, breathing heavily.

 

[Zef Halo]

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"This is fun." He grumbled underneath his breath but loud enough for her to hear. Guess everyone had a different approach to fun, but Zef was old as dirt. The good ol' times remained behind, not that he was some sort of an insane party animal. That spot was reserved for the one lacking sanity - [member="Daro Tarsi"]. But he'd be smirking and smiling much more than today. Zef never seemed to accept the idea of growing old and while that resulted in some people like Daro to remain more 'youth' in their actions, others like Zef turned into grumbling grumpy grandpas.

Maybe it was the regrets inside, maybe it was not. The smuggler was never too sure of that.

His mind was rooted down to reality at the mention that Zyrias had been recruited by the Order. Suddenly, he tensed up almost visibly. Fethin' hell, why'd she team up with 'em imperial scum? And if she bailed somewhere down the road, this always was the perfect recipe for trouble. He'd seen it too many times already.

Fethin' kids these days.

As if to prove his point, the speakers blared out vital information which turned the two's conversation into just a piece of the background noise upon the sudden hell breaking loose all around.

E-v-e-r-y-o-n-e was suddenly up from their chairs and their guns out, even the bartender. Cutthroats the lot of them, but everyone knew that already. What happened next was, well a classical scenario for a cantina called the Spice Den. The guns roared blasting to death whatever they targeted. Ain't nobody wanting to share the loot when they caught the damn bounty, everyone wanted more money so they could get more sniff.

While the Great Galactic War began in the Spice Den, Zef was surprisingly quick to draw his pistol and jump over the bar dragging with him the slicer. If she wasn't a junkie, as she stated, the scoundrel hoped she could be good enough with a gun. The bartender was quick to react but not quick enough to match Zef's reputed gunslingin' skills. He pulled the shotgun from the dead man and tossed it at Zyrias. The long barreled weapon looked twice the size of the slicer's frame. It would be hilarious if she actually took it.

"You asked how long we gotta stay here, right?" The smuggler shouted over at her as rubble and dust fell over their heads and shots hit the wall above them turning whiskey bottles into rain of glass upon them. "Well, I think now would be a good time, right?"

Abruptly the noise and fire ceased down gradually as the surviving mercs and hunters made their way towards the factory where the bounty was supposedly supposed to be leaving the cantina completely empty bar except for Zef and Zyrias who would peek from their cover to find a confused boy with a weapon standing in the middle of it not sure where the kark he was.

"Bet, that's the bounty." Zef prophesized. "Why don't you go and ask 'im, huh kid?"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 3 Hive Mind
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kirie Ito"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"]

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Kyrel could only grit his teeth as the officer barked at him, his hands gliding over to Vader's Bane, fingers easing into the hilts as if he was going to take his fury out on the officer. But had thought otherwise when Decitus had commanded that she meant no harm. He reluctantly gave in and she was right, the more they had looked at her the woman was blind, stumbling in the dark, and one Jedi faced against stormtroopers and two powerful Knights of Ren was hardly a threat. He replied to Decitus. "By your command Decitus."

So far the woman had gone on, it was as if she was insane, he could sense her through strong in the Force. He would have to guess she relied on the Force as well as her other senses to see for her. He was familiar with such techniques before. What had saved her thus far was Decitus's command her word would be taken to utmost importance as if it came from the Supreme Leader himself. If he had his way she would be cut down, seeing how his personal view was to exterminate all Jedi. If the light were to be cleansed and perhaps the Force to make a new generation of Jedi, Jedi that would one day perhaps repeat the same mistakes of the Jedi of Old, or embrace a path towards striving for balance. He could not say nor did he try to think too much about it.

His pondering was cut short, however by the distinct sound of Metal rolling. Kyrel had activated his blade as the metal balls came forth, recognizing them to be his suspicion of droidika's he was back to back with the Jedi, blocking blaster bolts, reaching out with one hand to reach out and grab a stalactite and drop it on a group of the droids, as Decitus rolled gracefully, unlike Kyrel's form that showed dominance and brute strength in battle, Decitus's form was like that of a dance elegant and graceful as she landed. All the while Kyrel trying to protect the stormtroopers as best as he could.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

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Location: Gannaria - Spice Den.​

Objective One: The Spice of Life​

Allies: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Zai Avery"]​

Enemies: @The Major [member="Kailari Selanno"] [member="Kael Garick"]​

Post: 3​

Zyrias could put up with Gramps. At least for a little while. She’d seen what he was capable of doing on Hapes as they snuck around the Palace while the stakes were insanely high. The teenager didn’t want a father figure, and much of the time she worked alone, but she had to give it to the old man… a begrudging thought at best and never admitted aloud. I could learn a lot from this old fool.

Zyri was just settling down with her whiskey, and suddenly the entire cantina had jumped up and spread out guns a’ blazing. The corn-rowed criminal palmed her wrist-blaster, the one she normally used which was hidden from sight.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed as Zef just about pulled her arm out of her socket dragging her behind the bar. Her eyes widened as the shotgun was passed and despite her fumbling with it for a few minutes, she reasoned that it was a gun. As heavy as it was, it went pew-pew if you pulled the trigger.

Feth, it felt as though the cantina walls were falling down around them, but Zyrias held the shotgun tight, the heel flat against her chest. Once the rumbling stopped, the teenager shot a frightened glance at Zef and said, “What? Me?”

The girl was proud as a peacock strolling through Hapan halls, but confronted with a real firefight, Zef could tell that Zyri was completely out of her depth. She cradled the gun as though it were a teddy bear.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective 3: Hive Mind
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Kirie Ito"] (for now)


The droidikas were among the strongest counter to a Force User the CIS had had to offer in the Clone Wars. Their appearance was enough to cause many a skilled Jedi Knight to flee a confrontation. It was almost a shame to see them in such a pitiful state. The machines were centuries old now, it made their technology temperamental at best.

An initial swipe at the shielded droid was deflected but the blow was enough to cause the shield generator to short out, allowing Samka to follow through with a stab into the droid's brain, sending it collapsing into a heap.

The Ren had a prime position to inflict damage but she was also surrounded by enemies and would require support. Concentrated fire from a couple of Snowtroopers had brought down another droidika's shield, leaving the machine to be shredded by blaster fire but Samka could hardly register it beyond the machine no longer being a threat.

There was one thing the shields could not hope to stop and that was the Force. A quick telekinetic burst of energy emitted from the young Master, throwing two droidkas across the corridor and towards her allies to destroy. It came down to her speed to dodge the repeating blasters fired at her, or at least where she was. The gymnast flipped, spun, dodged and weaved her way around the incoming assault of blaster fire from the droidikas beside her, only needing to deflect with her blade once or twice.

She waited until the barrage halted, the ancient machines overheating prematurely, before going on the attack again. Samka leapt in front of one of the destroyer droids, using it as a barrier between herself and the other droids, and unleashed bolts of Force Lightning from her free hand. It bypassed the shield like it was never there, the mystical attack defying the laws of the physical world and showered the droid itself in electricity, frying its circuits from within. The Droid shorted out in a shower of sparks, shield flickering on and off and the machine awkwardly slumped on its tripod legs. Victory seemed at hand but the Ren didn't expect what came next.

A faint rumble gave way to a much louder one. Several meters away a crack appeared in the catacomb's walls and through it gradually flowed a tide of shambling insectoids. Geonosians had joined the fray but they were far too sunken and slow to be normal. In fact, the Force could tell her nothing about them at all, it was as though they were already dead.

"I suppose it was getting too easy," Samka snarled beneath her breath and adjusted her stance for this new threat.

 

[The Major]

Post 5, Obj 1: Spice of Life​

Allies: Security Bureau and its constituents​

Enemies: [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Zef Halo"]​

Seeking: [member="Zai Avery"]​

Chaos erupted ahead of her advance as the lanky woman otherwise known as the Major came upon the scene proper. Incidentally, there was a ruckus as a chain reaction in machinery failure caused sections to burst. Some sort of massive engineering fault was further exacerbated as a blatant disregard for safety protocols fed fuel, in some cases literally, to the fire. Explosions began to litter the factory floor, sending both materials and fleeing workers a-tumble across the space in twirling, nigh artistic spins. Caught flat footed by moment’s notice, the operator dared not to let lethal peril distract her from the escaping target. A nearby boiler of sorts pumped and hissed, about ready to blow and most likely sweep her away from the living world.

The bespectacled spy, ever prone to sudden inspiration, leapt upon the nearest of the workers who had but just a few moments ago been trying to lop off Zai’s head, grabbing upon his wrist and wrenching until the bones gave out a sickening, audible crack. Using the poor soul’s sudden weakness in the knees to her advantage, the Major sternly spun him into position as her own shield, pressing and hunching her body against the man’s back while further twisting his broken wrist sharply upwards against his spine as incentive. To further drive the point home, her other hand stowed her weapon and instead found purchase upon his collar near the nape, pulling it close and tight.

The over-pressure from the explosion knocked them both off of their feet, but she could distinctly feel his body stutter and wince as fiery bits of metal made a gash riddled and punctured ruin of the man. Now quite annoyed by the trouble, the Director rolled the choking scoundrel off of her chest while standing up -ignoring his dying spasms as more flames spread and overwhelmed both her ex-shield and some other maggots shrieking in the mire.

Preposterous. These. . . beasts couldn’t even die with a shred of contemplative dignity.

Scrambling onward to the particular exit she watched one of the heartbeat sensors move on its own earlier, she continued her hunt. This would have been the end of her search under most normal conditions, but as fate would have it one of the adjacent corridors deeper into the factory there was a bit of red flesh, tiny and noticeable if not for the tiny bits of blood sprinkled about around its crude position. To someone as manic over precise attention to detail as the Fallanassi was, this bloody chunk was investigative gold. Using a built in UV light on the frames of her glasses, she followed the scattered dribbles of blood like a hound, walking at a fast clip as to not miss any more clues in a sprint. Eventually the nearly invisible trail led to the alley beside the aptly named “Spice Den.”

A foul stench of ozone wafted outward from the back entrance, and she could almost see a hazy cloud of dust steaming from the opening. Rather than barge inward, the First Order Representative cautiously approached the edge of the doorway, preparing her pink parasol due to its more appropriate nature as a room clearing tool. In her other hand she produced a flashbang grenade, primed it. . .

1… She counted internally.
2… She lifted her arm to prepare the toss.
3... She fired it into the room at full strength, the device itself soaring about a meter or so into the threshold before exploding with a large, concussive

!POP!​

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Location: Gannaria - Spice Den.
Objective One: The Spice of Life - Survive.
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Zyrias Pax"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"]

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"Locked" a mercenary shouted from the other side of the door. There were some murmurs that grew more indistinct as the as they moved away. Zai gasped as a modicum of clarity returned, and a wave of pain with it. His head ached, and the loss of blood had left him (dying) delirious. The left side of his face was on fire, and the pain made him weep salty tears. His body responded slowly, and he could see the paleness of his skin.

He'd managed to crawl to nearby janitor's closet as he heard the thunderous of approach of (death) the mercenaries. He now peeked, making sure the coast was clear before slinking out of the small room. The impossible decision had been decided for him, as all the mercenaries surged towards the work-floor. He stumbled towards the cantina.

Progress was slow, but the distance wasn't too far. He entered the cantina as stealthily as he could manage. The area was (lifeless) empty, all had either pursued after him or fled as the rampage began. He sat down at a table, breathing heavily. Something stirred behind the bar, a peeking face accompanied by hushed whispers. Too weary to fight, Zai holstered his weapon and stood up. He opened his mouth to ask for first aid, when movement flitted in the corner of his eye. He turned towards the object and-

-screamed as a bright light seared his eyes and loud sound popped his ears. He fell back, onto the floor. The last of his survival instincts caused him to crawl behind the now upturned table, an draw his gun. His ears were ringing, and the afterimage from the explosion skewed his vision, a making him feel sick.

"I'm not going to (live) die" he whispered, holding the blaster tight.

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

[member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Konstantin had sat, crouched at a corner. Taking point, and slamming the destroyer droid shields with his heavy, combat pistol. He moved constantly, covering his fellow troopers, and ensuring they were safe, as they hid from the withering fire. "Keep it going lads!" Makarev barked, "Flesh and blood beat circuits and metal!" He then screamed at the droids, "Look! It! Up!" The colonel bellowed. The thoughts of the lightsaber wielding combatants exited his frame of mind. They were no longer present. They were immaterial to his survival. His need. His strength. His men.

As the droids finally faltered, and were destroyed, the colonel raised a closed fist, "Hoorah!" He bellowed. Chanting and repeating it again. And again. And again. The stormtroopers came in, supporting the man. Following him. Konstantin felt some pride. They had felled sentinels of a long forgotten age. They were victorious, and had once again proven the strength and ability of humanoid combatants when taking on enemies, who were once considered the biggest and best of a long gone era.

However, as soon as it became clear, that there were more incoming. The mood soured. These enemies, although not picked up on the bio feeds, he could tell they weren't droids. That perhaps, it was time for stormtroopers to step up, rather than these Jedi and unknowns. "Flamethrower teams, up!" Konstantin barked. Flametroopers pressed forward, "Get back!" Makarev warned, before a thick, chemical rain spread over the long dead Geonosians, before an artificial flame then ignited their musty, musky, husks.

 

[Zef Halo]

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Of course she would be useless with a fethin' shotgun, what else did the smuggler expect? Maybe a hidden trump card beneath the feathers of a boasting peacock but it is what it is. At least, he'd know not to depend on her gun skills if that ever happened. Give her a luggage bag and she will paw all the treasure in it like a cat, but give her a gun and you see a baby in its most natural form of weeping and screeching.

"Who else could I be possibly talk- DOWN!" Zef's peripheral vision caught the very familiar round metal flung out of somewhere and instinctively went down behind the bar once more while also slamming Zyrias down too. The obnoxious pop afterwards resulted in the ringing of ears and disbalance. The smuggler himself had extensively used those damn 'nades when he warred for the Mandalorians.

The scoundrel immediately peeked once more over the bar and began shooting with his particle beam revolver at where the flash might've come from, his accuracy still a bit off due to the residual effect of the flash from earlier. The bolts landing resulted in miniature explosions that boomed all across the cantina.

"Can you get to that fethin' dead guy over there already? I will cover ya." Zef told Zyrias while implying about the very live guy who was hiding behind a table wounded. The man didn't look like one of the cutthroats around. For some odd reasoning of goodwill, the smuggler thought that helping the poor sod was the right thing to do.

If Zyrias was actually capable of being useful today.

[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="The Major"] [member="Zai Avery"]​

 

[Zyrias Pax]

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Location: Gannaria - Spice Den.​

Objective One: The Spice of Life​

Allies: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Zai Avery"]​

Enemies: [member="The Major"] [member="Kailari Selanno"] [member="Kael Garick"]​

Post: 4​

Zyrias realized she was half deaf from the prior explosions, and she squinted her eyes as though that would help her hear Zef better. She could tell he was in self-preservation mode - he had a mixture of disgust and focus on his face, the type of expression which preceded her being cut loose like a fraying rope holding dead weight.

Zef pressed Zyrias down as another blast ripped through the cantina. What the kark? This was no Cantonica. And like the old smuggler, she felt the exact same way, as the rifle now cut into her sternum.

If I get out of here alive, I’m getting the feth out of First Order space. Tossing grenades is like saying hello around here.

And now Gramps wanted Zyrias to run, action-movie style across the cantina to do… oh kark it all, ,now was the time for instinct, not intellect and it's not like she had much of the latter to begin with. With a strangled-sounded battle cry, the teenager sprinted across and slid near to the table, army-crawling now to whoever this was hiding behind the table.

“Hey man, it’s gonna be okay,” she said, warily eyeing the blaster. Paranoid was high and she lifted herself up on her knees, now skinned from all of the contact with the floor and pointed the rifle at [member="Zai Avery"].

"You don't shoot me, I don't shoot you. Bkoha biw?"