Investigation of Whispers - GA Dominion of Dorsis Hex

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location:Cantina
Nearby:[member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Gianna Aegis"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Mishel Noren"]

Kurayami sat at the cantina nursing a Corellian ale as he tried remembering how exactly he had ended up on Dorsis. The exact reason wasn't coming to mind, but he couldn't really complain he at least had a good drink. In truth it was likely either Coren or Muad who had told him about a new hole in the wall to grab a good drink, or at least that is what made the sense to him at this point in time, as they were the two near him that he recognized by their auras in the Force. There were of course others, but he couldn't recall having run into them before. Mishel had a darker feeling to her, though Aeron didn't feel like a full on Jedi either. He needed a harder drink to deal with this, otherwise he was just going to give himself a headache.

"Hey, barkeep! Namana nectar. Quickly if you could."

As was now standard for him he was wearing his Aquila armored flightsuit, though the helmet was resting on the bar next to him. He could feel as the Force started to focus more heavily towards Mishel and Aeron, why exactly was open to interpretation, but lets be honest, this was a cantina, it was extremely unlikely that anything other than a bar room brawl was about to go down. He was not unarmed, clearly by the fact that there was a T-6 Thunderer pistol at his left hip, with a lightsaber hanging behind the holster for the blaster. Once his drink was delivered he reached out to take a sip. That was when the bottle went flying away. But why was the Force telling him to sober up? Wait...that didnt seem right. And it wasn't as clearly there was a brawl going down now.

It was the two women, and he hadn't seen the start, so he didn't know who to help or root for even. Damn it all. Plus now he was down a drink, and he was NOT drunk enough for this osik. He dropped to the floor, rolling to his feet as he felt the Force concentrate around Mishel, grabbing the saber from his hip and pulling it to his hand with the Force. The snap-hiss of the viridian blade springing to life may bring unwanted attention, but that was the risk he took. Grabbing his helmet from the bar with his right hand went to put it on his head, before it too went flying as part of an attack. He didn't engage anyone just yet, but a jet of flame finally showed him that it was MIshel who was his most likely the antagonist here, she had shot the flames and used both his helmet and drink as weapons. He hated when this happened. A quick flourish of the saber ended with him holding the blade in a reverse grip and taking a defensive stance. If engaged he would fight back, otherwise...well he hadn't really planned that far ahead honestly.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Objective: Find out what's going on.
Location - Roof to Alley to Inside the Warehouse...
Enemies [member="The Prince"]
allies - ?

Hand over hand pulling herself up. A sharp pain served as a reminder that she wasn't completely healed but she wasn't going to let this stop her. No. A tight grimace to hold down the urge to shout out or groan loudly stayed fixed on her face.

Her hands were cold too the rungs were metal in need of paint she likely need a tetanus shot after this. Finally she reached the top and looked over and then down..the expanse between the two buildings was..a bit more than she had counted on. Ok.

She sat down for a moment studying her surroundings she looked like an old gargoyle surveying it's dominion. Her head dropped for a moment as her hands snaked through her hair, the scarf that had hidden her face was now wrapped around her neck.

If I jump and fall it's gonna hurt...a lot. Unless I land on someone or something soft. She looked down...not likely. So she would have to make it...she couldn't get a running start, this was going to be literally throwing her body over there...

Her mind was made up, she sat down and slid down the dome trying to catch a rung before she fell off the edge. It was a quick short drop till she hung on. OK !! Her ribs were burning..maybe not so ok.

She slid to her feet wobbling, a deep breath, she bent her knees. I can do it, I can do it...Rekha threw herself across the opening scrambling arms flailing as she tried to catch the edge of the other building. She landed sprawled out against the building, "ow" she missed and fell straight into the garbage cans. They rattled and clanged the nose echoing around the alley.

Rekha laid there that didn't go as expected.

The two men rounded the corner and found her laying there.

"What are you up too girl!" it was a demand not a question, she looked up, "sight seeing. I heard I could see giant hairy moths over here..." She slowly sat up the men grabbed her shoulders and brought her to her feet. "Right, moths"

She grinned, "Well there's something big and hairy over here, just not moths"

They pushed her out in front and led her inside, "The boss will want to see you, question you"

Great..just what she wanted to be inside. Just not how she pictured. Her butt hurt too. Feth...what didn't hurt.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Dorsis

Directly engaging @Mishel Nore​

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When the barrier came up briefly, it drew Aeron's attention. That's when she saw [member="Coren Starchaser"]. Another familiar face. Only that it was one that she hadn't seen in a number of -- well, years.

"Well, frak, you're still alive?" came her exclamation, more in amusement than anything else. At least, as much amusement as one can gather while getting suckered into a brawl fight.

And all I wanted was a drink.

By then, [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] had joined in to toss some warning flames at Mishel's direction. The confusion only grew on Aeron's face as everything just appeared to get more chaotic.

"Can't even tell who is fighting who anymore." she managed to mutter, making a grab for the human who'd she'd punched in the face earlier by the scruff of his shirt. She dragged him to the edge of the cantina, eyes watchful for what would happen next.

Well, besides the teenager internally raging for some sort of payback for her grudge.

Teenagers.

It was quickly turning into a Rodian standoff. One could tell who was in the right or wrong. Or who to hit first.

Now how was this going to go?

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Warehouse S-323, Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Feeling the intense heat from Fett's flamethrower disappear was a relief, but one that was only considered for a moment in Aryn's mind as he came back down from his leap, landing firmly atop one of the crates he had attempted to crush the Mandalorian with. The uncanny ability that Fett seemed to have of escaping death was infuriating, even if Aryn had been in a reasonable state of mind, he would have thought so. Realistically, it was impressive, Koda Fett had adjusted remarkably to a galaxy of dangers, one in which anyone short of 'unremarkable' could barely survive, certainly not if they were doing anything remotely related to the kind of work the Mandalorain excelled at, his training and his weapons kept him on par with some of the galaxy's strongest. Yet, as impressing as it was, it wasn't any less irritating.

However, in this moment, that irritation simply drove further Aryn's devotion to the task at hand, he drew upon the irritation, the anger at how well Koda had evaded him, and began to tap into the void within him, even more-so than he already had. It was something he had done only once before, then he had done it out of necessity, and the power he had drawn was from a dark world around him, not from the wellspring within his very being. Opening his hand, he felt the jolt as sparks of lightning shot from his hands to the crate beneath him, increasing in heat and frequency as the power built. The energy of the force pooled within him, it built and began to swirl around him as Aryn focused upon the Mandalorian who was his target.

Before too long, he brought both hands together before flinging them outward, unleashing a devastating wave of force energy, lightning, force and flame pooled together in a cacophonous wave of destruction, durasteel creaked and groaned under the sheer force as shelves and crates flew every which way, cracks split the walls of the warehouse and around Aryn himself split open entirely. While the wave traveled outwards, it decimating the building the two of them stood in, Aryn knew that if his assault had not taken down the Bounty Hunter, perhaps, hopefully, the soon-to-collapse building would do the job.

 

[Lemon]

DORSIS

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WAREHOUSE S-323

And so, there it was. A brutal concoction of elements thrust into a singular force unleashed upon the Mandalorian. Flames, electricity, solid objects, and all. They all rushed over Fett as he remained tucked away inside his own protective shell known as Beskar. In truth, it was strange to be attacked by something you never truly understood. That was the life of this Bounty Hunter, however. Jedi here, and Jedi there- they were just about everywhere, all attempting to prevent the ruthless onslaught of the Mandalorian, but none succeeding. Maybe it was Teth's venture to the Dark Side that gave him the edge.

Swept right off of his feet and into a durasteel wall. Even with that protective shell, Fett still felt the pain of it all as it came crashing down around him. Immobilized as the intense weight of what felt like everything in this warehouse laid atop of him. Suppose the Mandalorian Armour prevented him from being crushed, but perhaps that was a far kinder fate than being trapped beneath it all.

The Mandalorian accepted the harsh reality of his fate, but he didn't quit. No. Not just yet. With what little movement he had, he fidgeted, shifting beneath the rubble as his hands touched his gauntlets, priming what weapons he could. Teth'd have to come and kill him, himself. After all the two had gone through, however, it surely wouldn't end like this. Only something far more theatrical would do.

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[Malok]

Very well.​

There was only one soul in the Galaxy for whom he would act without question. By her whim alone did the midnight being raise its clawed hand. Below, a warrior had found himself caught under the weight of rubble - the upper hand had managed to be seized by the Supreme Commander. And yet, the request remained the same. Here, in the midst of Alliance territory, the kill would be Sith. Darth Metus focused on the life he felt opposing [member="Aryn Teth"]. Starlit eyes narrowed as the Force bent to his command.

Pressure would begin to form upon the Mandalorian's chest. Such that could easily be mistaken for the weight of the stones upon him.

Yet as the seconds rolled ever forward, the pressure would cause his skin to ache.

Demise would never be instant - not at this distance - but rather a slow, agonizing pain that would increase with every seconds.

[member="Koda Fett"] had only a few precious moments to act.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Dorsis
Objective: Customs control

So, assuming they were telling the truth, they took advantage of the manufacturer's development hell, she thought, while realizing that perhaps there were bigger or at least more pressing projects to get out the door at the time. Like the Immobilizer 422 or the actual remaining units of the Potentate class, such as the Potentate proper. She also realized that it was not uncommon for development projects to run into issues late into it, even though she knew the main issue was not the targeting computer. But, if the information the SIS has about the New Sith Order is correct, the NSO appears to have supply issues even though it is willing to use whatever they can get their hands on, and make every single item count in battle. The white Twi'lek would never think of the NSO as an entity that would be active in GA space, they were operating to the northeast, but it was more the NSO needing the Exchange than the Exchange needing the NSO. Maybe knowing where Coruscant fitted into the smugglers' plans to get the stolen mortars out of Dorsis would help narrow down the possible clients.

"It appears you were headed towards Coruscant. Was your client based there or it was just a stop on the route?"

"There are, in fact, multiple clients for the mortars, at least one on Coruscant and at least one on another planet"

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Immobilizer 422 (Immobilizer 422-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Sentinel (Sentinel-class cruiser)
ANS Cygnar (Cygnar-class frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:

120 Chiloon-II fighters
56 Neimoidian Gunships

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: [Warehouse S-323] - Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds
Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"] & [member="Aryn Teth"] & [member="Darth Metus"]

The white-haired woman offered the shade of her Master a pale smile that lacked all cheer. There was nothing within her that found enjoyment in the request she had made. It was never something she took for granted, to take life, however, it was a natural part of existence. Everything made of organic tissue, generally speaking, eventually died. Somewhere else in the galaxy, when [member="Koda Fett"] took his last breath, would see new life. Younglings were born every minute of every moment. Beings died, every minute, of every moment.

The clock had simply stopped for an overzealous bounty hunter who thought he could challenge the Supreme Commander and get away with it. As if [member="Aryn Teth"] were not hazardous enough, despite his Jedi roots, he had a far more vicious and dangerous associate ever in his corner. Srina would not hesitate to protect those she held dear. Be it her family, her Master, or those few precious individuals she could actually call a friend. “There is no need to make him suffer my Master.”, she breathed to Darth Metus, gold-rimmed eyes sweeping over his ghostly form before she again focused on the fight below. “The Mandalorian has done nothing tonight save for his chosen occupation, of which, there are consequences. I bare him no ill will.”

He simply needed to die so that her Jedi (?) would live unchanged.

Srina glanced down when she felt the darkness within Aryn grow. Would this be enough? She could taste it in the air, feel it in the ether, and in the back of her mind, she felt a small mote of fear. Regardless of whether or not they took care of the problem, instead of the Commander, would he be able to regain control? Would he be able to bury the black, as she did, and find himself again?

The Echani did not know. There was something wild…

“I am afraid.”, she admitted suddenly, knowing, that regardless of her emotionless façade Darth Metus would feel it. He always knew when something was bothering her. To that end, he would likely understand her next actions, despite the fact that he would very much so not like them. She had waited on the rooftop as a silent sentinel long enough. “You take care of Fett. I’ll handle Teth.”

“Don’t forget. His heart. I need proof.”

Those words would suddenly see the building shaking, so hard, that she almost lost her footing. An attack that she had never seen or felt before rolled through the area below with such ferocity that she found it deafening. The Apprentice had done many things, since becoming more attuned to the Force, but this was new. She rolled forward and dropped seamlessly through the hole Aryn had created and found her footing, almost, as she used stacks of crates to get to the ground floor.

The warehouse was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering in her head. Landing a little more than rough on her knees, she pinpointed the two combatants and hoped that her Master was able to hold his control of the shade long enough to do the job. He had obliged her, as he always did, but from Aryn’s memories alone she knew that Fett was…Slimy. He slithered out of every problem through a loophole so small that it seemed there wasn’t a bone in his body to stop him.

The building would fall. It was only a matter of time.

She pressed her way through the anger and hate that rolled through Teth. It reminded of Kubindi. She had felt his darkness then and had drawn it from him, like poison from a wound, and it would be no different here. His skill lay in the light. He did not have the training, the grueling, endless hours of suffering that she had self-imposed to learn to be stronger. Darth Metus was an excellent teacher. In this, despite the fact that he far exceeded her in other areas, he would not win.

Small arms wrapped around his back as she shielded herself in order to get close. He would feel her. Know her. “Would you kill us both?”

It was either this, or take the Sith approach, and throw him out of the warehouse by sheer force. Odojinya had crossed her mind. He may not forgive her for denying him the end of a longstanding enemy but it was a risk she was willing to take. Dust fell, with support beams crumbling, and crates almost exploding outward from waves of tailor-made destruction. Appealing to his better angels was something she wasn’t certain how to do. Yet, she could try. She could take his darkness through their bond, eat this sin, and hopefully…He would see reason.

Preferably, before, their skulls were caved in by a metric kark-ton of permacrete.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser had been away fro the Alliance for too many years. And that meant that Kreelan probably took his spot as cranky-Force-user-in-charge. Sure, the Jedi were there, but when Coren was last seen? He was not calling himself a Jedi. He was something else, something more, and something less. Grinning at the Zeison Sha, one of Coren’s personal favorite operatives and people, he nodded.

“Takes a bit more to kill me.”

Now this bar fight? Well, it was not one of his own making. And it made it all the more fun. The trick was seeing his new student fighting his former comrade and someone who Starchaser looked up to for a number of years. The trick here was to figure out how to defuse the situation and get the Sith before they got away.

“Got some Sith nearby though, so… Gonna have to wait for that drink where we catch up and you say how much you missed me. Mish! Focus.” He shouted the last two words, the rest was mostly under his breath at Aeron. Calling the Force to him, he was searching.

If he didn’t find the Sith soon he was just going to stun everyone. But his danger sense did kick in, and pulling the Force up to his arm, he saw the chair coming and then shattering on his hand. The lightning, something he was working on mastering as a Jedi, was sparking up and down his arm and he took an aggressive step towards the assailant, who stepped back.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Warehouse S-323, Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Srina Talon"]​

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As Aryn saw the rubble collapse around and over the fallen body of Fett, the smile which split his lips came more of instinct than anything else as he held a hand out. The lightsaber he'd previously discarded flew straight into his hand, his grip tightening around the hilt as he took a step in the man's direction, ready to deliver the fatal blow, the coup de grace. Yet, as he went to close the distance, as a dark satisfaction welled within him, he was given pause as he felt the gentle touch of another, far more familiar. [member="Srina Talon"].

He reached out, and he found her, alone, in the darkness. And for an instant, he was her, the beating of her heart, the touch of her hands, and he was her soft words as they forced their way past the darkness. As he found himself torn from his anger, from his rage, he was thrust back into the connection which existed between himself and Srina, he felt everything, a sensory overload hit him, the likes of which he had never seen nor expected. Aryn did not even feel the movement as his hand placed his lightsaber back upon his belt. His gaze had not left the figure on the ground, the Mandalorian covered in rubble.

Still, a great part of him ordered him to continue, to pursue, to end the life of perhaps his longest and greatest adversary. Yet, regardless of what Aryn had given into momentarily, of the destruction he had wrought, he was a Jedi, Srina had made sure he remembered that. There was no comment that came from his lips, no answer, nor joke towards his friend's words as he turned away, he faced her for a moment, bringing a hand up to gently brush her cheek. He felt words well up, knowing what he should have said, and yet they never came. Sighing, he took a step around Srina, gently grasping the woman's hand as he left the warehouse, leaving it to collapse under the weight of what he had done.

At the very least, his anger had destroyed the smuggler's supplies, and so, through his own efforts and that of the countless others across the world, down came the remnant's hold on Dorsis.

 

[Lemon]

DORSIS

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WAREHOUSE S-323

The Bounty Hunter's right arm, the one in which was home to the wrist-mounted missile launcher, began to move in the direction of Teth. Almost. Closer. A little bit more. A point blank shot with a missile might do the trick, rid him of a rival- of a worthy adversary. Yet it was at that point a pain took over, his body seemingly paralysed as his chest felt as if it was about to detonate from within. Muffled grunts, and groans escaped him through gritted teeth. Barely apparent from beneath the infamous helmet he wore. Helpless in the moment that this Supreme Commander approached him, his blade begging for the kill just as his corrupted nature had. All that the Mandalorian could do was watch as he slowly met his demise. Was this truly the end?

It seemed as if it was. That was, however, until she came into view. The burning hatred inside Teth left the man as easily as it consumed him. It was surely something the Mandalorian didn't, and couldn't understand, but could tell something was off all the same. Koda remained still beneath the rubble, motionless in pain with his eyes transfixed upon the duo that departed the crumbling warehouse, before it fell in it's entirety. In time, the attack upon through the force disappeared as he lay in the ruins of a crumbled warehouse, seemingly dead? Marking the would-be end of the Koda Fett.

In time, though- once they were all gone and only Fett remained a gloved hand emerged from the rubble to grasp a hold of something, anything to pull himself out of. Aryn Teth had said it himself, Fett was frustratingly difficult to kill. The hunter of man would have his revenge, whether immediate or in time, who could tell. Be certain, however, that it is coming.

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[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Inside the Warehouse
Warehouse S-324 in the vicinity of the all the action

There was a lot of noise coming from the building next door she hadn't really heard it before until now. What were they doing in there? She looked back at her two 'friends' , "What's in that place?"

The glanced over as they pushed her through, "Ask no question, you'll get no lies."

She laughed yeah they didn't know either. She was now inside it was dimly lit, the small of something citrus hung heavy in the air, and then she saw others standing around waiting for orders she assumed. Her green eyes tried to take in more details she got that feeling that's why it was dark so that no one really had any details. They just did what they were told.

They passed a few crates, blasters old style DL44 by the looks of them, but there were some newer ones she tried squinting her eyes to see but the darkness held it's secrets.

"Stop trying to figure it out [member="The Prince"] will tell you what you need to know"

Rekha shrugged, "right, I've heard all about everyone thinks I need to know. Got a belly full of it."..she turned walking backwards for a few as she stared at the men with her, "What is Mon Loups part in all this?"

They only smiled grabbed her shoulder turned her around, "walk"

This wasn't going as she wanted.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She couldn't keep her eyes looking straight ahead, no the damn curiosity of what they were doing was wearing on her last nerve. She squinted trying to see something on the crates around her large letters maybe....maybe a C or was it a D and the other M....M yeah it looked like an M. Maybe.

She shook her head cussing herself for not having a better plan.

A hard shove to her shoulder moved her along until she stood before a blank wall. She couldn't help but look at it wondering if the scorch marks were from a blaster or a torch. Either made her think what have I gotten into. She slowly turned around her two ushers were standing there arms crossed. Nodding like they knew something she didn't.

She squared her shoulders and smiled she could see a bit better. There were a lot of people in here. Were they all there willingly?

Behind the guys in front of her another armed guard walked. So what was so important in here ?

She licked her lips as she thought about a move..any move.

From the shadows though a voice spoke softly, "Captain Kaarde, how nice to see you."

"Do I know you?' She didn't recognize the voice but it was smooth as velvet with a hint of an accent she couldn't place yet. She would though she would figure it out.

"Perhaps. Captain you're a long way from Coruscant. How are you feeling?"

She groaned slightly as she frowned, "I'm fine, wanna find out how fine?" Her mouth would surely get her in trouble one day, maybe even today.

"Captain you were warned to find other entertainment, why are you here on Denon?" A bit of a lisp on the end of his words but yet pronounced to succinctly he had been taught basic it wasn't his mother tongue.

"Looking for a case of golden wine from the Consortium. I have a customer, I heard there was a dealer here." Best lie she could think of on the fly. Let's hope it works.

He watched her she barely even blinked but he couldn't prove she lied. She could have just stumbled onto the warehouse. Maybe. Or she could be trying to find out what they were doing.

"Captain." He moved slightly in the dark staying out of the light so that she couldn't see him. If he didn't leave her with an image she might not tie him the Cartel. "I can't prove that you're lying. I suggest you go home to Coruscant and stop...wine shopping on Denon. Take the Captain to the space port put her on a ship home." He turned to walk away, "I don't expect to see you here again Captain"

Too easy wayyyyy too easy...it only raised more red flags. "you wouldn't know where I can find a case of golden wine do you." He said nothing as he retreated. As soon as she was out of the building he'd move their operation.