Into Darkness - First Order Dominion of the Spires of Hell

[Kyrel Ren]

Post:1
Aboard: Resurgent Class Star Destroyer FIV Aggressor
BYOO 1

Kyrel had studied the data file for a while. The Jedi Padawan known as Dahina. A Twi'lek Padawan who had served in the Galactic Republic and later the New Jedi Order, but had later left the New Jedi Order following the Jedi's actions comitted during the battle of Kaeshana, and had managed to gather such information from a Jedi he had kept for months within his prison cells in Vader's Castle. He could remember that day in his head play out over and over.

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Vader's Castle weeks ago​

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Kyrel approached the prison cells, the detention center itself often a place of hopeless and despair. Kyrel was often known to have kept at least a few prisoners from the Battle of Mustafar. Often torturing them for months, not allowing them to die unless he allowed it to be so. He had come today for a special occassion. He walked slowly in step to the dark halls, the dark side had often been most strong here, some could even say that the screams of dying Jedi had left a mark on the castle through echoes. He had come to see a Jedi Master one who had gone long insane from torture and starvation. He had been saying a name often and then said it was his Padawan that would come for him, along with ramblings that couldn't or didn't make sense to him.​

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Kyrel approached the man's cell slowly, the halls were barely lit themselves, Kyrel often liking the fact of keeping them submerged in darkness with only the light of ray shield door. The red shield door opened, and Kyrel could see through his mask, that the man was cowering in a corner. Shaking his resolve long since broken. He spoke in a voice filled with fear.. "Dahina will come... She will come back... She'll find me she's coming I know it." Kyrel had no time for games, he spoke the sinister metallic tone booming jolting the Jedi from his thoughts. "Jarik Dyer?..." The man answered fearfully. "Yes.." Kyrel then continued on. "Tell me who you are speaking of now." He said in a commanding tone, and all the man could do was shake like a leaf and shake his head. "No... I won't tell you... You will just have to kill me dark one." ​

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As Kyrel was in no mood for games, he extended his hand reaching out with the Force, all the man could do was helplessly watch. His head was pulled forward and he felt as if his mind was being ripped apart. his memories now being sift through by Kyrel. Kyrel quickly discovered that what he spoke of was another Jedi. Not just any Jedi but his Padawan. Kyrel could only grin as he stared at the man, and quickly snapped his neck. "Thank you for your cooperation Jedi." ​

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FIV Aggressor, Present.​

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Kyrel could feel her on the spire below. Weeks of tracking the Jedi and he had found her here. He had been notified that the Stormtroopers were ready for the ground assault. The Stormtroopers had been outfitted with their normal gear but had been able to be fitted with the equipment for the atmosphere. Kyrel was already prepared as he had walked down to the Hanger, and the troopers were already getting in there transports. Kyrel had taken an Upsilon Class shuttle and within moments, the assault force was on there way. The hunt was about to begin.​

 

[Kier Grey]

Staff Sergeant Kyli DT-6767
Objective: Infiltrate Upper Spire (#1)
Post: #1
Allies: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Equipment:

• Blackwing Electro-Sword
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospannerhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner
• FO-XD Prototype Death Trooper Armour
• G-6E Light Repeating Blaster
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs

[[::Let's begin making our way down to the bottom of the spire, nice and methodical since we're at the top we're bound to be contacted, get switched on and keep your eyes open::]] Kyli uses a pillar adjacent Luther for Cover while they move down the hallway towards an elevator shaft that would allow them access to move down to the lower floors quickly, if the counterweight durasteel ropes are still intact they could use them to slide down the shaft rather than rapelling down the side of the building haphazardously and paint a target on their backs a course of action she inwardly banked on Rexus and Twigg would take because alas the both of them together lacked subtlety. Kyli feels a footstep through the floor and glances towards Luther, he'd moved without a word and she catches a glimpse of what he was walking towards; some burning green flare? Barely visible through a gap between door and frame. [[::Talk to me Andy, what do you see?::]] Kyli covers the hallway for a moment longer before breaking cover and following behind Luther 'Andy' a nickname she'd given him based on his last name of 'Ando' if there was one thing Kyli tended to do with the individuals she knew it was provide them with nicknames appropriate or otherwise no doubt a remnant of her upbringing with the Stormtrooper Corps. Luther opens the Door and Kyli's eyes watch Luther's rifle get smacked clear of his hands, growling angrily Kyli takes a trio of strides forth and crosses the ten meters distance between the both of them under a second appearing with her own weapon raised and attempting to sight the target carefully from behind Luther. [[:on't play with him, kill him!::]] Kyli's voice angrily commands, the blood within her veins bubbling into a furious boil confronted with such a threat, she watches her 'Brother' dispatch the thug quickly, Kyli pushes past Luther and she ensures that the man is truly dead; leveling her G-12A Rifle towards the man's ostensible corpse floating through the room steadily and squeezes the trigger twice sending two bolts into the man's head with such precision they visibly strike the same spot it spins in a disembodied pirouette across the room painting the walls with a distinct thermal signature that quickly cools in the vacuum. Kyli chuckles with a hint of anxiety at the situation's tension diffusing it for herself [[::Yeah I noticed, if you danced with him any longer I might have thought you were beginning to like the guy::]] Kyli jests at his expense and provides a directive not out of a desire to command and order Luther around but from some deeply seated protective instinct believing she could react to threats faster and with greater lethality to the others, she'd noted Luther hesitated somewhat to kill the man even after all of their training he still hesitated. On one hand Kyli admired maybe even envied Luther's humanity at times but she couldn't afford such a luxury when the people she cared about are in danger. [[::Grab your rifle, I'm taking point::]] Kyli pivots in her boots and marches quickly back towards the pursed Elevator doors she spotted while behind one of the support pillars at the hallway intersection prior to Luther's little dance with Hondo no-head. Listening to Rexus huff into the TEAMCOM, Kyli cocks her right eyebrow behind helmet's visage. [[::Give me a status report Rex, don't tell me Twigg just killed himself::]] Kyli rolls her eyes around in Spheres, approaching the pair of pursed elevator doors she hooks rifle over shoulder into Scabbard and prepares to pry the doors open with her hands.

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

It wasn’t long after he had made his course corrections, that the emplacements on the battlecruiser had turned their menacing gazes upon the Interceptors of Omega Squad. Within seconds of garnering a target lock, rapidly discharged azure beams of plasmatic energy were sent hurtling in their general vicinity. The first volley went wide, not due to the ramshackle nature of their weapons, or the massive platform they were based on, but because of the Interceptor’s speed and maneuverability. They were able to roll their fighters along unpredicted vectors, which get the defensive point cannons on their toes as they desperately cast their munitions out into the void in an attempt to impede the Imperial’s rapid progress. Sadly, as the men and women behind the controls of the Four Interceptors that soared across the solar winds were far above the menial ranks of trained, and competent pilots, the Chiss’ hopes were scattered like dust in the wind.

They had made short work of their journey and had skimmed the surface of the battlecruiser with a careful eye placed on their surroundings. Skirting this close to the hull of a battlecruiser, let along any starship in the modern age, could prove to be a challenge, as there were all sorts of retractable weapons and defences that could appear without notice. The entire Squadron moved in unpredictable patterns, weaving through the underslung cannonade, and narrowly avoiding the sudden burst of ionized particles from the integrated ion cannons. While they were in a prime position to gut the cruiser from below and dodge the fighter’s that had doubled back and tried to finish what the point defences had started, the Omega’s made for one of the ventral hangar bays instead. That would be their primary point of infiltration and was close enough to the Order’s research vessel, so that when they were ready to depart - they could swiftly assume their escort positions.

Kael had guided his fighter into the entry point, splashing two boogies as they launched from their berths to join the battle outside. With a deft hand, the Commando activated his fighter’s repulsorfield and hovered within the embrace of the vessel’s artificial gravity. It was there that he had seen dozens of deck hands, and pirate pilots rushing towards their unpowered Clawcraft. Without waiting for them to respond, or even react to his sudden appearance within their battlecruiser, the Imperial depressed the triggers on both of his flight-sticks and raked the entirety of the cavernous chamber with streams of crackling emerald bolts of coalesced lightning. His fellow Pilots had joined in the carnage as they fell into position behind their unit’s commander, and opened fire along the vectors that he had not already left in ruins. Within a few beats of a human’s heart, there was nothing but ashen echoes left inside that cruiser’s hangar bay.

Pushing his pedals forward, and gently touching down amidst the chaos and confusion, Kael roused himself from his cockpit. Vaulting out of the top of the Interceptor, the Commando raised his rifle and swept his surroundings for even the barest hint of anything that might’ve survived. Finding nothing, he activated his encoded transmitter and sent an encrypted data pulse towards the task force's command ship, informing them that Omega Squad had made their entry and that they were en-route to wherever the pirates were keeping the Imperial prisoners.

With the message sent and the rest of the Commando team joining their Captain, Kael wordlessly ordered his men into the ship’s interior with a forceful chop of his knifed hand, and hopefully, towards those taken prisoner by this nameless Chiss wretch.

| [member="Kilric Dysar "]| [member="Robogeber"] |​

 

[Robogeber]

Post: IX
Objective: Stop The Chiss
Allies: [member="Kael Garick"]

One by one, the escorts for the fleeing destroyer detonated. Bright coloured explosions indicated the heavy set Wrath and Mega-Class battery blasts had torn such vessels asunder. They were now being torn apart. Destroyed as they helplessly attempted to shield their commander. First one, then two, followed by three and four. As the vessels were destroyed, the other remaining escort corvettes broke off, and began to fleet into the wrecks of the other battlecruisers, or into the spires.

"They're immaterial to our objective." Rausgeber barked, "In any case, survivors will inform others and warn them as to what crossing the First Order means." He continued, a smooth smirk pursing his display, "Commence primary targetting sequence on the engines." The Grand Admiral continued, "Focus fire there, and disable it." He then turned around, and faced his army adjunct. Brigadier General Lucien Montague. A lithe, older man who was once a career officer in the One Sith. "General, your men may depart for boarding." Rausgeber informed him.

With a curt salute, Montague turned heel, and left. Blue ionic beams now traced their way to the command destroy, smattering it with EMP discharges. The entire vessel now slowed, and then came to a stop. Now beneath the yoke of First Order forces. Now, transports launched. Dozens of them, filled with auxiliary, regulars and stormtroopers, ready to root out the filth. Victory was at hand.

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Location: Spire.
Objective One: Rendezvous with Rexus Wenck and Dergan Twigg.
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]
Equipment: FO-XD Armour, G-12A Blaster Rifle, Blackwing Electro-Sword.

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Luther let's out a shaky laugh as Kyli jokes diffuses the tension. He gladly let's her take point as they move away from the body.

The darkness had a subtle edge to it now, a hint of danger lurking in the depths. He'd heard so much boasting from the designers of Afterlife, received so many assurances, that he'd started to believe he was invincible. The struggle in the dark with the monstrous horror had been nothing than a mere person, far weaker and less skilled than himself. The fight had only driven a tiny wedge of fear in him, but he knew that it would widen if he wasn't careful.

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All in all, he was a pragmatist, so he pushed realizations of his own mortality to focus on the mission. Kyli had reached the doors and was moving to pry them apart. Luther moved to help by grabbing the opposite door. With their increased strength used together, the metal came apart easily. The empty space of the elevator shaft was a dark as their surroundings, if not somehow a deeper black. Luther pulled an empty case out of his bag and dropped it into the abyss. He counted in his head, heard the thump as it hit the bottom, and made some mental calculations. [[::Sounds like the bottom is, roughly, 200 metres below us::]] Luther said. [[::We should be able to go down far enough to reach Rex. Cover me while I get into a good position inside::]].

He deactivated his mag boots for long enough to get his feet on the wall of the elevator shaft before reactivating them. The toughest part of fighting in low or no gravity was getting used to reorientation as you eventually explored using walls or ceilings. His drill Sergeant always said that a man who thinks of 'down' and 'up' in space was immediately at a disadvantage.

Despite all this knowledge, he still felt sick as 'down' became 'forward' and 'up' became 'behind'. Drawing his rifle he said [[::I'm in position Kyli. Looks clear, but I'll cover you anyway as you enter::]].

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]
Post X
Rexus grunted as he steadily picked himself up. He groaned, and could feel the rib slowly peeling out of his lung as he did so. Rather than deal with a collapse, he slammed his fist into his rib cage, ensuring the bone was snapped. Perhaps not cleanly. But enough to ensure it wouldn't collapse. Despite his condition, he did have time to make some snarky conversation with his comrades. [We're fine, we just took a bit of the tumble, we're in the generator room.] Wenck informed his comrades. The Death Trooper stood tall, and began to approach Twigg. [We caused some damage to the generator upon entry, some of the roof collapsed in on itself, dropping us two with it.] He informed them.

Wenck leaned down, and gave Twigg a shake. [Come on mate.] He chided, [Rise and bloody shine.] Twigg whined a little. Something about it not being time for school yet. Course he was gonna be like this. Rexus stood up again, and circled around, before landing a kick, right in Twiggs side. There was a yelp of surprise, before the larger trooper got up. [We still have a job to do.] Rexus callously informed him, before gesturing to the door, [Seal that, and I'll see about figuring out what this thing does.]

As Twigg moved to the door, locking it, Rexus circled around the pylons and tesla coils, until he found a control point. It was unlocked, meaning access was easy. [Oi, got the generator in our control, and am accessing its controls.] Rexus informed his comrades. He began to access the setttings. This place provided an oxygen refresher, as well as generating heating and electricity for the other portions of this outpost. There was also the option, to overheat it. With one of the generators gone, Rexus theorised he could put the other generators at maximum speed, and overheat them, causing a detonation. [We can make ourselves quite at home here, toyin' with the scum, or you can have us blow this place sky high.]

[Your guys' call.]

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Post: 5.
Objective 1: Bring Hell.
Enemies: [member="Ember Farseer"]

She now had control, total control. If she wished, she could push this pathetic specimen's mind to the brink and then shatter it, reforming the man's psyche in an shape she saw fit. Totally distracted by her onslaught, he struggled with his helmet, weapon forgotten. The surge of power the feeling of control, it wracked her body, her hairs standing on end and her spine tingling.

Lazily, she walked towards him, spinning the wicked red length of her saber in one hand as she closed the distance. Today she would not enthrall this man, nor would she shatter his mind. He was to be dispatched, and dispatched rightly. As she approached, she lowered her stance. She did not sense any trickery, but it was always a possibility.

A few steps away she suddenly accelerated, aiming a brutal kick at the man's thigh, in order to knock him over and send him toppling, defenseless to the stone below. There, Ilya would finish the job.

 

[Zef Halo]

Instinct? The Force? Pure Luck? Ember couldn't know, he was in a delirium, but the savage kick at his thigh sending him crumbling to the ground like a sack of garbage hurled him out of the mania he was experiencing ceasing all forced efforts to pull his helmet off. The effect wasn't gone completely, the fear feeling still trying to climb into his mind and to take over, whatever these side effects were - they were making the EVA suit dressed dark sider before him look like a monster he dreamed in his nightmares as a child with no name.

Then it came up to him as he trembled on the ground before the dark side user. An epiphany granted by the Light - the monster was as real as his nightmares. He always woke up alive, even after the toughest chases in his dreams. The monster never caught up to him. Ember survived. He always reached the ticket to reality before the beast could tear him to bits.

While the monster was not real, neither was the dark sider's appearance, the force user before him was a reality he could not deny. A reality that could result in the ending of his life.

Abruptly, the Jedi Knight reached for what he knew by heart. Mechu macture. An ionizing bolt escaped his right arm and flashed right towards the dark sider aiming to fry all sorts of electronics the suit possessed. Whatever happened after remained a mystery to Ember as the floor beneath him gave in. The spire was old and abandoned a long time ago. It was only natural and the Jedi found himself free falling to no end.

[member="Ilya Cardonne"]

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

It wasn’t long after they had boarded the battlecruiser, that the operatives of Omega Squad had found what they were looking for. With the introduction of an exterior distraction, their efforts to scour the entirety of the battlecruiser had proven to be easier than they expected. They had ambushed several roving bands of pirates, who were making their way towards the various Imperial insertion points, and forcibly interrogated them for the answers they sought. That had managed to narrow their focus and had orientated the team of commandos along the right path, something that would’ve never happened had they not managed to get their blue-skinned canaries to sing. Had this been a clandestine operation, instead of a botched infiltration and rescue, Omega Squad would’ve carefully disposed of the corpses and removed any traces that they had left behind. As it wasn’t anything of the sort, wherever the Operators had tread, they left a trail of bodies and carbon scores en-route to their destination within the proverbial heart of the vessel.

From what they had gleaned, the pirates were keeping the hostages they had taken from the Imperial vessel within the secondary command bridge, and bound to one of the many terminals contained within that chamber. While it wasn’t helpful in determining their exact location, it was all the commandos needed, as they’d enter that room and shoot anything that wasn’t tied down. When they had finally arrived outside the door and found that it was sealed, they slapped a breaching charge against the exterior and partially withdrew to a safe distance. Once the all-clear signal was transmitted across their secured connection, Kael thumbed the activator and watched as the rectangular portal vaporized into an oxidized mist of shrapnel and ash. There was no hesitation in his movements after the door had exploded; for he moved into the breach and quickly acquired his targets. With his rifle already shouldered, the Captain opened fire and filled the room with a thunderous crackling discharge of directed energy weapons.

Every bolt had found their target in one manner or another. Several corpses littered the floor of the secondary command bridge, and thankfully, every one of them was adorned in the ramshackle uniforms of this Chiss Warband. There were no Imperial casualties, but the hostages were severely beaten - most likely due to the pirate’s desire to keep their bargaining chips alive - but their innate need to express their anger in a semi-destructive method. Whatever the truth of the matter was, it didn’t matter now. They had clipped the Captain’s wings in the crossfire, and he laid across the grated deck cradling his hand… or what was left of it. Kael had caught wind of the man’s intentions during the engagement, as the Chiss was a heartbeat away from executing one of the prisoners. With the weapon in the pirate’s hand primed and ready to fire, there was little time for him to react - especially with other threats looming in the background.

So, without thinking, the Operative had pivoted on the spot and fired, a shot which had struck the oversized pistol and detonated its energy cell - causing the vagrant’s hand to explode in a shower of viscera and splintered bone.

However, with every action, there was always an opposite and equal reaction. In destroying the pirate’s hand, Kael had allowed a nearby pirate the vector he needed to take a shot at himself where his armour couldn’t protect him. He had taken a particle bolt in the side, which had seared his flesh and flight-suit together, forcibly dropping the operative as he struggled to catch his breath. The shot had winded him, as it snuck through the gaps in his armour, and narrowly evaporated his lungs. If he had leaned one inch to the left, the shot would’ve broken through his ribcage and combusted his insides. With their Captain momentarily taken out of the fight, the rest of Omega Squad had made short work of the remaining pirates, leaving the Imperials free to take command of the secondary bridge and release the hostages. As there were no orders to give, they set about freeing the kneeling and wounded - ensuring that they were safe before moving onto to assist their commander.

The mission came first, no matter the cost.

Kael would live, as he collapsed to the floor and began working to restore himself to an operational capacity. With the seared flesh cleansed by a partially corrosive agent, the pilot sealed the hole in his suit with a recycled batca patch laid underneath a mountain of containment foam. When the deed was done, the man activated his comms unit and dialled in a secured frequency that would transmit his voice to every Imperial unit within range - including the Grand Admiral.

:: This is Omega Squad. We’ve secured the captives and have detained the Pirate Captain. No casualties to report. Omega, over and out. ::

| [member="Kilric Dysar "]| [member="Robogeber"] |​

 

[Kier Grey]

Staff Sergeant Kyli DT-6767
Objective: Infiltrate Upper Spire (#1)
Post: #1
Allies: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Equipment:

• Blackwing Electro-Sword
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospannerhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner
• FO-XD Prototype Death Trooper Armour
• G-6E Light Repeating Blaster
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs

Kyli pulls her side of the door into the wall nearly without effort once Andy arrives to assist through pulling the other half of said elevator shaft door. Listening to Luther Kyli nods her helmeted head watching the empty carry case steadily drift towards the bottom, pulling her light repeating blaster from right thigh holster with a concealed smirk she waits for Luther to find a secure footing on the shaft's wall slinking back into the hallway behind the man before jogging towards the open doors and taking a leap across the pitch back shaft and turning through the air as she glides bracing left-hand and heels against the wall and begins to steadily slide down it. Kyli's eyes and attention fix on each pair of doors on the opposite side of shaft; counting the distance in meters between them with that two-hundred meter figure held tightly in her mind as she steadily and carefully slides down the Elevator shaft, using just her hand and heels for drag. [[::Alright, cover me I'm breaching now::]] Kyli replies eyeing the appropriate elevator door with Luther above her, she pushes off the wall with her powerful legs and slams into the Durasteel doors which part around her armoured body without incident on the part of Kyli's physique appearing in a hallway filled with ten men clutching an assortment of Blaster rifles crouching she smiles and forms not a single word before a strobing cascade flashes within the elevator shaft, Kyli gracefully weaving between the men visiting each in sequence and ending each with a blaster bolt or slice across the clavicle with her knuckle-plate vibroblade. When Luther might enter the hallway he'll find Kyli standing triumphant over ten new corpses floating lifelessly within the cold, lightless void of this spire. Steams of darkened crimson streaked through the air from where her blade found its mark in a few of her newly made victims; insurgents all who Kyli gave the benefit of the doubt and didn't begin the methodical slaughter of until they'd fired. Noticeably Kyli's Deflector shields' arc and sizzle across her armour denoting that they'd been depleted in the brief struggle; she'd been shot but thanks to them survived without a suit breach, Kyli half expected the sight to give Luther some outward concern. Listening to Rexus' voice she keys her Comlink and offers a surgesstion; waiting for Luther she turns away from the Elevator Shaft with repeating blaster shouldered, crouching and using some of the cold floating corpses as cover offering her thought. [[::Rex, do you believe we could demolish the entire spire and everyone inside if we overload the generator? Can you identify the power source? Fusion or Fission? Will give us a good idea of the explosive power, also see if you can get the gravity and power back on first::]]. Kyli makes a gesture with left-hand held above head and gestures for Luther to take point and advance, she intended to follow behind briefly after that confrontation; trying to conceal a hint of pain she now felt in her legs after boldly crashing through the Elevator doors, she wouldn't say anything but watching train Twigg gave her the idea and thought to see if she could replicate his destructive results turns out Kyli's suspicions are true; she could albeit not as effectively she'd never be as big as Twigg the man was the size of a Baby Rancor post-augmentation.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Bluespire | Moon of Athelvai // Spires of Hell
Allies: [member="Ezra Klev"] // [member="Racosidae"]
Objective 2: Shed Light // Meet with the Matriarch of the Aaroun
Post: 3

”So glad we could come to an accord, your excellency.”

”The pleasure….mine, your…majesty.”​

Sharp canines brushed against each other as the gravelly attempt at Basic was made, the fair-furred Matriarch far less familiar with the common tongue than her ambassador. The simple statement was broken, hesitant, as if she had to search the recesses of her mind for the proper term and meaning. It also lacked any hint of emotion, robotic and monotone.

Crimson irises flashed to the vacant emerald gaze of the matriarch, a vicious smile curling up the corners of the Master’s mouth.

Empty.

Stone faced, the Master switched her attention from the Aaroun’s leader to the chancellor nearby, his copper eyes lost to the same void as the Matriarch. All pleasantness had faded from the young Zambrano’s expression, cool determination throwing her features into sharp contrast. There was no need to feign interest, nor the open, welcoming demeanor she’d cultivated all too well over the last few years. Not when the only audience to observe the change was thoroughly enraptured in the Master’s influence.

Leaning forward, the Arch-Queen lightly clasped a small gold chain around the neck of her companion, fingers drifting across the jewelry as she pulled away slightly, her words whispering in both the Matriarch’s ears and her mind, the mental connection burning bright between the pair.

”We shall be in contact soon, with what was promised. The Supreme Leader will wish to reward your cooperation and hospitality to the utmost of his ability, I am sure.”​

Dripping with promise, the honeyed tone faded into a dark chuckle as slowly Ara released her grip on the feline’s mind, awareness flooding back into the cross-slit pupils as she watched. A soft smile replaced the viciousness from a moment before, the warrior once again pushed behind a mask of her own making. The power that had flowed around them moments before dissipated once again, the pleasing amber flecks returning into the depths of her own pupils, the thrall and the Master returned to Matriarch and Arch-Queen once more.

A small bow offered from the waist, as she spoke, the words merely words, now bereft of the dark undercurrent.

”Until we meet again, your excellency.”

Turning with a sharp click of heeled shoes against the crystal of the Bluespire floor that glowed with a natural luminosity, Ara made her way through the room that had hosted their small gathering, a meeting room of the parliament building deep within the heart of the Bluespire. Her guards fell into step behind her as she excited, the Aaroun bowing deeply as they passed, excitement rippling through the feline creatures. The aliens had come and offered power, foreign technologies being their imaginings, in exchange for…obedience? Information? History?

Such a trivial exchange.

One corner of her mouth curled up in the beginnings of a smirk, eyes darkening as she considered. Yes, it had been such a trivial exchange…one more soul for the Supreme Leader and a people for the First Order.

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

Post 4, Objective 2: Shed Light
Allies: [member="Ezra Klev"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]
Enemies: ???

Complying with the Staff Officer's request, Racosidae climbed higher and higher, indulging as always in being alone with her thoughts as she pondered how haphazard her left truly seemed to be. Something, perhaps destiny, guided her along a path until she stumbled about a ramshackle looking device practically stapled to the roof of this temple. It was of foreign construction and it appeared to not belong with the any of the maintenance.

She couldn't know it by looking at it, but it was in actuality a Chiss probe droid improvised into a rough listening post -though who it served was beyond her expertise to determine this. Proving more than just a novice Ren with a penchant for hyperdeath, Rae used a FOSB provided datapad to scan the probe for further scrutiny later. Satisfied there was nothing else to do but to waste time, she scrambled down the walls, used the smell of caf to guide her back to Ezra, and reported the find -relinquishing the pad over to him. It's not she cared to put anything incriminating or even use the thing when on her own anyway.

Eventually, they finished their investigation and returned back to their ship. It wasn't the most dazzling mission, but there was a certain peace that could be found in the mundane.

Besides, now they could properly discuss coffee.

[EXIT]​

 

[Luther Lewis]

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Location: Spire.
Objective One: Rendezvous with Rexus Wenck and Dergan Twigg.
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]
Equipment: FO-XD Armour, G-12A Blaster Rifle, Blackwing Electro-Sword.

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Luther rolled his eyes at Kyli's posturing and tried for follow as best as he could. She was clearly better at using her mag-boots, because he struggled to keep up. He switches from a calm wariness to alarm as Kyli leaps through a pair of doors below him. "Psychotic" he mutters, more with admiration than reproach. Abandoning all caution, he weakens the grip of his mag boots until he is sliding down the wall. Crouching down, he leaps at the perfect moment into the room. He rolls and draws his rifle level. He pauses for a moment, considering the surrounding corpses, before holstering his weapon. “Show off” he says.

His HUD identified Rexus and Twigg's biosignatures in an adjacent room. A few slices with his blackwing blade reduces the lock on the door to dust, giving Kyli and him entry. He took two steps into the room before he was tackled by the hulking mass that was Dergan Twigg. "Twigg! Twigg! It is me!" he shouts as the giant pulls back a meaty fist. Twigg hesitates, only now recognizing Luther's armour. Despite the bruises he now had, Luther let out a hearty chuckle. "Don't you ever look at your HUD? Karking idiot" Dergan let out a chuckle of his own before helping Luther up.

Luther approached the generator, nodding a greeting towards Rexus. He was standing in a way that might suggest he was injured, but Luther dropped it for now. The man would let him know if he needed medical attention. "The generator looks like a beast all right, I agree that you could blow the place sky high" The generator was huge and must have supplied power to a large section of the Spire. "I don't like the idea of setting it off with the Ren downstairs, they'd be a trifle unhappy. Or dead. Let me contact Command" He left the room as his comms established a connection with Command back on FIV Imperator.

"This is command, go ahead Alpha-One". “We’ve breached the interior of the Spire and engaged with the enemy" he replied. "No casualties, one wounded. We've also secured a sizable generator. Not only does it control life support, but the other members of Alpha think it could be weaponized". "Copy that" the operator responded after a pause. "We will contact then rebels and either negotiate their surrender or prepare to detonate the Spire. The Ren are mostly finished downstairs, so your only orders are to hold that position until you are relieved. Command out".

Luther walked back into the generator room, stretching his arms. He took position in cover by the door but relaxed slightly. He was sure that most of the Rebels were on the defensive, and there were none left on this floor. In the unlikely event they were suicidal enough to try it, Alpha could hold the generator room easily.

He turned to the others. "Orders from command. We're to hold out to the cavalry arrive. So, get comfy, because they won't be making as ostentatious an entry as we did".

[Exit]​

 

[Armand Temi]

Post 5, Objective 2: Shed Light
Allies: Ezra Klev | Ara Zambrano
Enemies: ???

The Aaroun did not seem suspicious nor protective of Agent Klev’s intentions. In fact, they tittered with excitement over giving him a tour of the Hydroponics Bay. But the ever-paranoid Ezra drew out a small scanner from his holster, one to detect any toxins in case he were offered something to ingest.

By this time his partner, Rae had returned with some intelligence on a probe droid which the older Agent tucked away for future examination.

The Aaroun botanists were quick to offer both of them a meal, which appeared to be some kind of fungus which smelled horrendous. Giving Rae a long-suffering glance, he scanned it for toxins and found it completely edible.

“Bottoms up,” he said, pinching some between his fingertips and wrinkling up his face once the red and black fungi hit the back of his throat. The flavor was only a step above the smell, and the texture nearly made him want to wretch. The Aaroun grinned, excited to see him eat one of their delicacies. Before they finished the tour, Ezra was able to find some highly toxic plants and bartered for a few samples. Those would make excellent poisons for the FOSB counter-intelligence unit, especially if they held unusable properties ad could be engineered into an odorless, indetectable antigen.

Once back upon Ezra’s Corvette, he said, “I have a surprise for you, Rae Aaroun coffee beans. I think we should grind them up now and toast to our new found discoveries today.”

[EXIT]​

 

[Robogeber]

Post: XI
Objective: III

"Grand Admiral, report." The Signals Officer barked. Rausgebers attention now turned to the young lieutenant, and a steely gaze met as she looked down at her console, "Grand Admiral, Omega squadron has a report, they have secured the captives and pirate captain." Rausgeber raised his eyebrows, in surprise. He hadn't quite imagined the battle would be that easily won. In fact, if he dare say it, it was a feat he thought nigh impossible. However, this small betrayal of his inner workings and thoughts would not last.

"Hold fire." Rausgeber commanded to his gunners, "And prepare ourselves a medical team, and repair crew to assess the damage to the Chiss destroyer, as well as our own craft." He ordered, turning around, with a sway of his robes, "I want a medical team, and reinforcements bringing our boys home, as soon as possible." The Grand Admiral continued.

"But sir," The Chief Ordinance Officer began, "We still have targets in range." The man pleaded. Carlyle turned again, making this a full rotation of his body. He watched as a few small corvettes scampered through the debris field. Limping away, with but a fraction of the claw fighters they had in fact launched with.

"Leave them." Rausgeber ordered. "Survivors will tell the tale of this battle." Carlyle mused to the crew. "They will remind pirate scum, that the First Order is not to be trifled with."