Into the Wild [ Alliance Dominion of Dahomey & Kinyen ]

[Tobias Wrynn]

[01]

Location: Dahomey, Plains
Objective: Aggressive Negotiations.

Gentle wind whispered across the savanna. The tall grasses bent, but still managed to obfuscate the small contingent of Alliance Shock Troops as they pressed toward a primitive settlement. "Don't they already have Jedi working this mission?" one of the troopers blinked across the secured comm channel. Wrynn barely listened as he lifted the rifle sight to his eye. He lined up the weapon and trained it on the small village. As he exhaled slowly, a dark skinned woman passed through the crosshairs. She was hand in hand with a small child, and her stomach was swollen with another. The mercenary lowered his weapon and spat on the ground.

"Yeah," a gruff man replied, "but Jedi aren't the be all and end all, Draco. They bleed and die just like the rest of us." Wrynn glanced back at the taller man. Dark hair ran rampant across his face, and his beard was overgrown. It was strange for a military man to be anything but clean shaven, Tobias noted, but the Alliance seemed to be a bit more liberal about some policies than others. For instance, they stressed discipline and loyalty in their ranks. At the same time, they were extremely tolerant about a person's lifestyle choices- short of breaking the law, anyway. "A lightsaber may be a dangerous weapon, but nothing is more effective than the almighty bullet. Especially when you don't see it coming."

"Are you both finished?" Wrynn asked as he pulled the helmet from his hip and slipped it over his head. His voice shifted from a masculine baritone to mechanized as he continued, "we have at least two no-kill targets in the hot zone. Make sure you prioritize target selection."

"We've done this a hundred times, newbie," Draco replied tersely. "You don't have to remind us about killing Civvies." Wrynn watched the HUD flicker to life in front of his eyes. The HoloNet uplink instantly synchronized with his optic implant and added two yellow crystals to the topographical map. Along with the known locations of the Jedi- displayed as blue crystals- he remained apprised of their positions. "As long as they don't get in the line of fire-"

Wrynn shouldered his weapon and turned to look at Draco. "You Alliance types are supposed to be pretty good," he stated blandly. "Are you trying to tell me you can't keep your trigger finger steady?"

The younger man stared at the helmet and narrowed his eyes. Black hair braided into what Wrynn assumed was a cultural norm for Dahomey fell over dark eyes as he watched the mercenary. He brushed the locks from his face. "Don't push me, kid. Friendly fire happens on missions like this, you know. It's just a fact of life."

"Easy, Draco," the older, wiser veteran wedged himself between the two and smirked at Tobias. "He's a hothead, he'll cool down. You're not exactly a people person either, are you?" Wrynn smirked beneath his mask and turned away. "What's your name, boy?"

"Tobias," he answered. "Tobias Wrynn."

"Well, Tobias," the tall, messy haired man intoned, "I'm Eddie. The Alliance brought you onto this squad and told us you were pretty good at what you do. I heard about the incident at-"

"Let's not bring that up," Wrynn winced. "Let's focus on the job."

"They said you were a workaholic, too," Eddie teased. "Oh well, that's good for us. I hate to work. I like to shoot things, though."

Wrynn sighed as he slung the rifle over his back and reached down for his DL-44. "If you see any hostiles, don't waste time trying to talk to them." The taller man cackled hellishly. All three men pressed forward toward the village at a crawl. "You're the leader here, Eddie. Comm the Jedi and let them know we're in position."

"Why don't you tell them?" the veteran winked. "I think the ladies might enjoy the sound of your voice more than mine."

Wyrnn muttered something beneath his breath and opened a comm channel to the Jedi in the immediate vicinity. "Wrynn reporting. Bravo team in position. Awaiting orders."

[ [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] ]​

 

[Isha]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Kahne Porte"]
Location: Dahomey
Objective: Aggressive Negotiations.

---

The diminutive padawan gave a shake of her head. For now, there was nothing she had to say. There was much to be done.

"For now, none Master Imperieuse." she said simply. Glancing over towards the Lieutenant, Isha gave a small nod. "Work well, together we shall." she added. They would first head towards where they had received the call for aid.

"Move with caution and observe we must." if they were going to deal with these warlords at least. "What knowledge do we have of them?"

There were calls overhead that they were nearing their destination. They would have to move as one to be successful in this task.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen

---

Despite the good cheer, none could forget that they had lost one of their own. At least, he was still missing in action. Rolling onto her feet, Choli dusted herself off. Glancing at the Alleycat, she asked in a quiet voice loud enough for their little group to hear.

"Any word on Songbird?" that had been their little callsign for [member="Lucius Varad"]; Rogue Twelve. He had gone missing during the battle for Coruscant and to be honest, all had been affected by it. There was hope that he could still be found, some even had volunteered for the search party.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen
(3)

Republic Carrier
Hangar Bay

The elephant in the room was finally let loose by their youngest member, [member="Choli Vyn"], as all the Rogues were worried about their missing in a action squad mate, who had gone down on Coruscant during the invasion and hadn't been heard from or seen since.

[member="Lucius Varad"] had affectionately earned his new callsign of Songbird for his wonderful serenades he'd been giving the squadron whether in the middle of a mission or at the Gala even. Alleycat had had the privilege of sharing a rare vintage bottle of Whyren's Reserve with the silver-haired pilot at the recent charity event held on Sullust. She missed Lucius' kind nature towards her, and him on her wing.

See... another I cared for has left. Knowing me is a curse, she thought wistfully, then remembered what [member="Kahne Porte"] had told the brandy-eyed brunette upon their first meeting: 'When you begin to doubt yourself, think of me.' The Taanabian smiled internally as the Jedi Master had indeed become her guiding light in dark times; always hopeful, which they all needed to be more mindful of during these trying times.

"Brass has been very tight-lipped about Twelve's sitrep," Alex answered with a negative shake of her dark head. Hopefully someone else had heard differently. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best was the mind frame of most starfighter pilots as they all new the occupational risk they took when strapping in and lifting off.

 

[Aneya Maev]

[ 10 ]

"Aneya, I wouldn't want to bother you any more, but Xander wants to talk to you," Corina continued. Her voice sounded as if the conversation was going to be really important, so the editor-in-chief of Sullust Daily didn't have much of a choice as of whether she wanted to answer the man or not. Yet the only question was, where she would do that.

"Where?"

"Team T," Corina answered the question while also contacting the team at the same time, "grab Aneya up somewhere and contact Xander."

Oh, so that's how it goes nowadays, the girl thought to herself. Alright, she would just get out of the crowd then and wait for the transport team to arrive. After all, they could not intrude the ongoing festival at any costs, otherwise they would have never been given the rights to broadcast Alliance news again.

The journalist started making her way through the crowd, trying to move against the current of people. It proved to be a rather difficult thing to do, considering how a huge bunch of them were moving towards the main area while she was trying to get out of there.

"Hello, little miss," a person said, stopping right in front of the woman. His figure was something Aneya definitely couldn't remember. But it looked somewhat familiar, so maybe she had actually seen him in her life.

 

[Asmus Janes]

KinyenObjective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen

---

"Something is up with the repulsor mountings, can you check it out for me?

"Yes I know it has a green light, I can see the green light. It's not right.

"Because I don't need to completely lift off the deck to feel that something is off.

"Why you...fussy pilot? That's enough cheek Teefour. We'll fix it when we get back."

Asmus finished his argument with his astromech and eased his X-Wing from the deck. Lights on the HUD guided him out of the hangar and he accelerated away gently. Gently by snubfighter standards still had the carrier vanishing from visual range in seconds.

"Alright then, who's with me?"

 

[Veronika Nova]

Iestyn turned back towards her, a small smile on his lips. It wasn't a Lovalla gesture, but they had lived amongst humans for so long that it was impossible not to pick up some gestures. He often infuriated his staff and colleagues by failing to read and understand their facial expressions and body language. Smiles he got, and laughter. Though he still struggled to tell the difference between different types of laughter.

But then humans didn't have the colour sensitivity to tell the difference between all the subtleties in his own body language, which played out as coloured patterns across his skin, even if they did memorise all the possible combinations. That would be a task in its own right. It was well documented, but their research team enjoyed the game of trying to work it out on their own.

Iestyn twisted around in her arms enough to look up at her his stripes turned a shape of sky blue as silver mottles rippled across him.

“No, so you should take advantage of the offer whilst it's there,” he said.

[member="Iestyn Nova"]
Kinyen - Festival

"When you put it that way, perhaps I should." she replied, a ripple of light blue across her stripes following a tiny flare of teal amidst her mottled spots. Low murmurs, curious stares. All of which were caught by the Lovalla. Her lavender eyes went wandering over her mate's beloved visage and her hands settled together at the small of his back, where her fingers interlocked as she held him close.

"Hungry?" she'd inquire after, wanting to know if they should get a bite to eat before they conducted their plans for the afternoon and evening. While she was certainly interested in viewing the orchid bloom, she also wanted to spend some quality time with her mate. Typically, this meant staying in doors and 'nesting', but it was such a beautiful day that feeling the warmth of the sun against their bodies was a rare indulgence with their busy live. Lovalla typically wore constrictive clothing, as a large part of their communication centered on the broad spectrum of color changes on their skins. Even the Dresh, who have a higher tolerance to cold weather from living in the cold mountainous regions of Volik, did not hinder themselves with thick furs or clothing.

"We could go search for a meal," she suggested, adding, "Thereafter discover if you have it in you to dance." amusement danced with the glow of silver to purple highlights against her skin.

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: Galactic Alliance.
Location: Dahomey
(4)

The honey blonde had just finished singing a soothing song to help calm the refugee children when the evac shuttle came to pick them up. Back on Voss, Samara spent a lot of time with the younglings especially now that the Jedi padawan did not have a full time master anymore. After losing two, one to the Force and the other to real life, the Silver Jedi was part of the Gopher Squad; Sam went where ever she was needed or told to go. Right now a call had gone out for the Coalition to give aid here on Dahomey so here the young padawan was assisting the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order.

"Letto, Raine... you two are with me," a dark-haired Knight she didn't know called out and motioned for her to mount one of the speeder bikes nearby.

This was Samara's first front line mission without her master, and well to say the eighteen-year old padawan was bit nervous was an understatement. Previously she'd always been matched with a dedicated teacher, but this time the young student was just one of many Jedi there today on this mission. A deep breath was taken and slowly pushed out to center herself in the Force before she jumped on the speeder bike and road out with a squad of Alliance soldiers and a couple of other Jedi to meet up with a Master [member="Kahne Porte"] and his forward team.

It didn't take too long before the mixed group was at the coordinates that were given to them by the Jedi Master in charge. Samara dismounted and moved quickly to where the dark-haired human was located dressed in her battle robes, which were very cumbersome verses her regular Jedi robes and made her feel awkward; more so than normal. The blue-eyed padawan gave the man a respectful cant of her golden head, then waited silently for the Knight to speak with the Master Jedi regarding further orders.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]

"I think they had some food out for guests over on the lakeside. Thereafter I shall attempt to dance."

His skin turned a shade towards amber in contentment, his stripes going white as a sign of need for physical contact. Veronika reacted by looking her arm around his waist as they walked. Perhaps it was being out of their usual routine, or maybe just enough time had passed, but Iestyn was suddenly feeling forthcoming.

"So...I know I don't always talk enough. And if I do sometimes I say the wrong things. I think perhaps sometimes it's easy being able to know what each other is feeling, but we never know why or what we're thinking. We got in a spiral after togoria and I didn't help things by staying quiet. I should have told you I was there for you."

His skin turned a shade gray in sadness, but it was contrasted with amber stripes. Sad, but in a retrospective matter. Contemplative.

The tables had a wide spread. And he angled towards what appeared to be mostly vegetarian food. There were little signs next to each dish with which species they were suitable for. The problem was Lovalla had never been common enough to appear on such lists. A little research might have been necessary to put together a plate.

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 11 ]

Alesia was not a member of the New Jedi Order, but that didn't mean she wouldn't look for new Force sensitives from various planets. It was her all-time wish to become a Jedi Recruiter in the future -- to bring new younglings into the Order or just into the Alliance. She had a lot to learn before she could do that, though. They would most certainly not let a Padawan do the stuff that a Knight had to do. This was a risky business which required a lot of diplomatic skills, surely.

She was on the planet with Master Balayar, a Togruta Jedi Recruiter. She was raised to be who she was now, and even though Alesia was not her actual Padawan, she still loved teaching the girl about the job.

"When we get to Kinyen, there is a festival going on. But we cannot let it disturb us because we are on a mission," the woman said. "The individual was sensed in the outskirts of the city, so that is where we are headed."

"Alright," Alesia replied simply.

She was actually very eager about this mission. If she was successful and deemed good enough, she could be trained in the ways of the Jedi Sentinels. That would mean that Balayar could really be her Master. That would mean that she could learn everything from that Togruta whom she saw as an idol.

That thought made her shiver.

 

[Varien Moxla]

Dahomey.
Objective 3: Peaceful Stuff.
Yassss
[01]

Already on the planet, Varien found himself wearing a simple flight suit with his hands in his pockets as he clenched and unclenched his hand around the holstered blaster at the top of his thigh. Humming a low tune to himself, he kept to himself as he stood outside the entrance of one of the mines. On the ground beside him was a relatively hefty mining laser that he had carried from his landed ship.

Alone.

That's how he did things.

In the mines there was apparently gold. Not that it was an ore that was extremely vital in the Galaxy, it was still pretty to look at and have on armour.

Even if it wasn't the most productive thing he could be doing on the planet, he figured that since he was already late he may as well investigate the mines for hostiles, right? Who would interrupt a big guy with an even bigger mining laser being carried. Slowly lowering to the ground, he wrapped his arms around the mining laser, his arms flexing through the flight suit as he began to pick it up, maybe a pinprick of the Force being used to lift the laser as he started trudging into the mine.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 6/25

As a Jedi brute, Ugohr was the only kind of Jedi that made sense to command the Rings of the Lord, if they were to be commanded by a Jedi, even a Padawan. All that he ever would have done as a tank commander would have been to smash mines and to use tanks to smash enemy units. Only in tank-to-tank combat would he be at his best. But attaching six companies of infantry to it, all of which were left behind in Abomey, may have called for a different breed of Jedi to command the resulting Army of Malastare. Despite fighting valiantly on Coruscant, especially in the face of the enemy unleashing Directive 12, which would count as his Trial of Courage, his training was incomplete and he needed to show that he was able to fight something other than full-on engagements for him to be knighted. But even as far back as the Clone Wars (that was especially true of the Yuuzhan Vong war, though) Padawans could be entrusted with the command of regiment or even brigade-sized units. But earning additional stars as a general (i.e. earning the command of legions, which are division-sized, or larger units) would require Ugohr to become a Knight, there was no going around that to him.

"Wesa pickin up readings of an enemy vehicle convoy, take cover in da dunes"

"ETA?" Korand asked him.

"Duey minutes"

He was determined to take cover in the desert, turret-down among the dunes, because Ugohr spotted the presence of a convoy of APCs in the Force, presumably because the warlords trapped in the capital called for reinforcements. The warlords had difficulty containing the Army of Malastare deployed in the capital to both clear mines and secure the city. Turret-down means that they needed almost maximum depression to fire at the enemy APCs. And fire too early would jeopardize the mission. Five AT-OTs were on the move, not suspecting what would lurk behind the shadows of the dunes. Once they approached Ugohr's position, the order was given...

"Fire!"

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 12 ]

"You see this building here?" Balayar asked as she pointed at the spot on the map. The two were now in the outskirts of Capra, hiding in the shadows. They weren't going to make a huge entry into the building, mostly because it would have caught too much attention now that there were so many people on the planet because of the festival. "That is where the hopeful was sensed. I am not sure if she is still in there. Could be enjoying the festival instead. But we will sense it soon enough."

Alesia knew Jedi Recruiters needed to have a huge Force Sense ability to locate the individuals they could bring into the Order. More than anything, their ability to use blood scanners and Force Sense were their main weapons and tools. They had to know how to use them wisely.

"Shall we go?" the girl asked. Her tone was not quite the same as it was when she was talking to friends or just people of her age. She saw Master Balayar as an authority, not as a friend or an acquaintance. That made her feel as if she couldn't just quite talk the way she usually did. Even her strongly mutated accent was not present at that point.

"Let me just meditate for a moment," the Master replied. "I will have to take a look."

The Padawan had to note that the presence of the Force was strong on the planet due to the number of Force-sensitives around, effectively making it slightly more difficult to sense a young child who hadn't been trained.

But Balayar was used to such things.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: A Village on Dahomey
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Tempest"] ; Firemane Minions, Tempest's kin
Enemies: Soon™
Objective: #2 // Defeat Team Darkside
Posts: 5?

Wordlessly, Charlyra got onto the speeder and hugged onto Tempest. They set off for a village where Tempest's kin lived, along the way had the dark acolyte opened her eyes she might've enjoyed the beautiful scenery. Instead, she held onto her master as tightly as she had back on Ruusan. Upon arrival, Charlyra peeled herself from Tempest's waistline and practically fell to the ground beneath her. Grateful to be back on something that was not moving at such a high rate of speed. Standing to her feet, she brushed herself off and cleared her throat.

Wooden walls and huts were outlined and dotted before her. "They... they don't look like the welcoming sort." She whispers to her Mistress, "okay what you two do together is none of my concern, but if they're asking." She gestures toward the not-so-friendly looking guards. "I'm just your pet bird, tweet, tweet, tweet." She then squares her shoulders off, "or you know your student, which I am, actually your student." Then she turns to Elpsis whispering, "you could just you're Tempest's girlfriend."

All Charlyra had on her body were the robes, which quite frankly were a little more than heavy now, and her lightsabres and that was about it. She remained behind her Master and close to Elpsis, recalling her training from the Jedi academy she simply follows Tempest's lead on the matter.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
(7)
Dahomey


Tempest raised an eyebrow. “It might! We’ve got no collar for you though so it might not work.”
It was something to consider behind the PG-13 curtain which kept the kiddies safe.

She petted Lyra absently on the back. She’d forgotten that speeders had that effect on her somewhat quirky apprentice.
“You’re my favourite little bird, Lyra, trust me,” she said with a smile.

They were brought into the centre of the village and the folk clustered around them.
Tempest removed her helmet and looked around, before speaking further in Dahomian.
Presumably Elpsis and Lyra had translators, but in the end it was not needed.

An old man limped forward from the crowd and interrupted.
“Is that you, Nkozin?” he asked in Basic.
“Uncle Mezrathi?” Tempest asked, looking at him in shock. “I thought you were…” she trailed off.
“Dead? Not yet, child. We thought you were dead, we have not heard from you in many long years.”
“I had meant to return, but with the strife and wars I never could.”
The uncle sighed and ran a hand down her Beskar armour. “I see you have gone far beyond all of us. We struggle by, child. Who are your companions?”
“This is Elpsis, she’s my…uhh…friend,” she said, coughing slightly. She perhaps did not want to slip the ‘girl’ part in there with her uncle. “And this is Lyra, my Apprentice.”
“You are welcome here, though we have little to give. The good times you and the Lady Kerrigan brought have ended, and once again we are troubled by slavers and dark magic.”
“On that, Elpsis here had a vision of the animals and a possible controller. Tell him, Elpsis, he might be able to tell us more,” she said enthusiastically.

Whilst they talked she leaned over to Lyra. “Get yourself some rest dear, try and find out things, see if any of the people know about the dark presence or hostile wildlife.”
Waiting for Lyra off to one side was a girl with some water for her. She smiled.
“You come from Sky, yes? I am Mnoka…Blaze.”

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen
(5)

Republic Carrier
Hangar Bay ---> Space

Well it seemed Rogue Nine knew something as he quickly mounted his ship and launched from the carrier's hangar. Alleycat scrambled back to her X-wing, hurriedly putting away her tool box in the T-70's forward storage compartment on the nose of the fuselage, then she climbed up the ladder and plunked down into the pilot couch; flipping switches and toggles as her copper red R2 unit worked on finishing the pre-flight.

A few moments later, Rogue Eleven had four lit and green to go. When cleared to launch, she jetted out the magcon not far behind [member="Asmus Janes"]. The brandy-eyed brunette feathered the controls with well-practiced ease and brought her snubfighter around on his tail in a gentle arc as they accelerated away from the carrier.

[ Double One's sliding up to you from behind. What's the plan, Nine? ] Russo keyed her inquiry over the squadron's comm channel, not clear yet exactly what Rogue Squadron's orders were here other than doing a scouting sweep of the Kinyen sector.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(7)
[member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Tempest"]


Awkwardness ensued. Elpsis could not help feeling a bit exposed and uncertain of herself when the native village folk suddenly clustered around them. Harmony had taught her some Dahomian words, but she was far from fluent in the language. Fortunately, she had a translation device.


Then an elderly man stepped forward and broke the ice a bit. As it turned out, he was Tempest's uncle. Elpsis recalled hearing that the Dahomian had been enslaved by the warlords before Siobhan and Tegaea toppled them. The note of sadness in the old man's tone did not escape her. There was pride for what his niece had accomplished, yet at the same time she was so removed from her kin now.


"Uh, yeah, sure," she said when she was pulled out of her thoughts. "Nice meeting you. Have any animals been attacking your people more frequently lately? Been more feral and aggressive than usual, even if they're tamed? I don't think it's a natural cause. Someone is using dark magic to make them aggro. I had a...vision after taming a wild Cylix. It was not very clear, but I saw a dark presence hidden by a thick fog." This was probably not a particularly useful explanation, but no one said Elpsis was intelligent.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | @Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen

---

---

That was it in terms of talking about Lucius, but Choli wasn't going to simply put it out of her mind. After this mission, she would start to personally inquire about the status of Twelve. Even if she had to go to Coruscant herself. The Alliance were doing their best to find him, but that didn't mean that the Rogue should stay here idle.

She didn't like feeling idle. All the more so when it was Songbird it was about.

"Yeah..." was the only passing comment she made. It was time to fly. Within the next few minutes, the youngest Rogue was in the cockpit of her T-70. When cleared to launch, the pilot set a course alongside the Alleycat and Nine.

She was quiet for now, seeing what the plan was. In the rear of her mind, she was already planning on what to do to get to Coruscant and search for Twelve.

 

[Veronika Nova]

[member="Iestyn Nova"]

I know I don't always talk enough.

That made her stripes flow a light blue, her spots trimmed with aqua in a combination of wry amusement. That was putting it lightly, she mused. Iestyn was a Lovalla of few words. Choosing to be concise and terse instead of talkative. At least, vocally. Get him in front of his mobile data terminal and he could easily write forty pages worth fit for peer review. On stage during a conference, he would show a bit more enthusiasm, at least, enough for a Lovalla to spot. Other humanoids wouldn't understand.

And if I do sometimes I say the wrong things.

That was true all during their courtship and it surfaced still off and on. At times, it was only due to their emotional bonds and the color hues that allowed them to understand one another. However, missing their past Red Day had certain placed a strain between them. Turning her head to study him, Veronika would match the amber hue of her mate in contemplation. For the Lovalla, there was no need to be sly or coy. What they felt was bare for all to see by the mere shift of color on their skin. The reason behind it, however, perhaps required the same amount of communication other species required.

It was true, they did know far more about one another due to their bonds; bonds that only strengthened over time to a point of symbiosis. That did not mean that they were mind readers. On the contrary, the chaos of their courtship and the series of misunderstandings that had run amuck between them proved that.

Coming beside the table, the pair of Lovalla would forget momentarily about the spread to turn and face one another. The graze of her hand gently came to slide along the right side of her mate's face.

"We were both out of sorts." she began, reinforcing that desire for touch she read upon Iesytn's body by doing so. The cerulean of her stripes turned bright white.

"Things were certainly hectic with the Sith...It was out of our control." In more ways than one. In the throes of their Red Day, it had made simply functioning painstakingly difficult.

 

[Kahne Porte]

Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Samara Raine"]
Location: Dahomey
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The Jedi Master continued to monitor them from afar as their break was a little bit longer than anticipated but that was okay since it worked out well in their favor. One knight was recommending a breach from both sides while another was suggesting a breach from one side that might limit casualties. However Kahne felt an attack from both sides as one of them suggested would have been the better of the two. The main deal was the sail barges, the captives are the primary focus here. "If we can get some emp launchers to hit those sail barges, get those out of commission, it won't take long for us to take these skiffs out. I'd rather not one take off and then divide our forces after the attack takes place, we have one shot at this...." Kahne was cut off as their was some slight commotion from the side as it seemed their reinforcements had shown up.

"Thank you for your speed and urgency." Kahne said with a small smile. The Jedi extended his hand towards the Knight that had arrived. "The Emp personnel will head with this fellow, he will get you guys into position we don't have a lot of time. You unleash every shell of Pulse you got towards those barges. Afterwards come join in the fight." The Jedi Master turned towards the rest. "We are going to split up, this group will head with Knight Flyn." The Jedi said as he directed some apart based on their specialties, pointing towards one of the Jedi Knights. The attack would be taking place soon, both sides would be splitting up at the edge of the cliff as it led around directly towards Warlords convoy of soon to be slaves.

"And the rest of you are with me." The Jedi said with a nod thus taking a deep breath and glancing up for just a moment and his gaze returning to those with him. The Jedi Master glanced towards the girl that was with them, returning her nod with one of his own. "Forgive me, formalities will have to wait till after this battle." The Jedi smirked as he jerked his head towards the direction opposite of the other group. A few more moments, the group would be in position, as they would be. Kahne just hoped that this went according to plan. The signal was given, and the emp shots began to fly.

"Here we go..." Kahne muttered as his hand reached for his lightsaber hilt.