It's A Trap | CIS Dominion of Secundus Ando

[Queen Bots™]

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It’s a Trap​

And no, not the kind created by confusing a trash compactor with a viable exit. The Confederacy of Independent Systems responded to a HoloNet transmission from the homeworld of the Harch. At first, it had seemed like every other call that nearby planets made, a report of their troubles, and a request for a Confederate Solution. They were welcomed into the heart of the Lambda Sector by the militaristic organized government, colloquially, known as the Spiverelda. Historically speaking, they had sided with the CIS in the past, however, they hadn’t exactly been friendly since the last incarnation of the faction fell.

Thus, the call for aid from the Andoan people came entirely as a surprise. Still…The Confederacy was confident. Perhaps, too confident. Every other venture they’d made into the unknown had generally proven successful. They’d seen all sorts of things, from spirits to zombie cyborgs—So very little came as a surprise. Many believed the Harch to be firm, unmerciful creatures, and to a point they were correct.

The arrival of Confederate forces was typical. Ship after ship rained down on Secundus Ando like handsomely crafted falling stars and they were armed with both offensive weaponry and emergency supplies. They had been led to believe, with evidence in the way of gory holo-footage and eye-witness accounts, that the Spiverelda was under attack by a radical terrorist organization. It made sense, considering the region was known for turbulent, violent despotism. When they entered the starport, and the group had gathered to begin deployment objectives, an unsightly mist began to wrap around their ankles. Unbeknownst to the entirety of the Confederacy…They had been lied to.

The Harch had other far more nefarious plans. So, as their trap played itself out, they waited.

The CIS members and allies that had been taken asunder would find themselves returning to the waking world, or in some cases rebooting, in a haze of bleariness. There were cheers in the air combined with discordant hammering sounds that could have passed for music, if, they were able to subdue a massive headache long enough to notice.

They were all seated, or placed, in the case of a droid, at tables built for two. There were oddly comfortable looking chairs located on either end. The organics would feel groggy, especially if they were Force Sensitive, due to the presence of Ysalamiri hanging in decorative baubles high over-head. They would find that any obvious weapons had been removed from their person, as well as armor, and instead they were dressed in what appeared to be...Formal wear? For the females, it seemed that the Harch had turned to inspiration from several cultures and the males were mostly dressed like humdrum bureaucrats.

Sometimes, it seemed, that the Harch were not entirely familiar with near-human anatomy or customs and they may or may not have unintentionally, or entirely intentionally, placed some of the ladies in suit coats and some of the men in dresses. Details may vary. A loud voice would come booming overhead, with a large military presence rather visible, seated in the front…Rows? Were they in some kind of stadium? Auditorium?

They would also become aware of the fact that there were decorations, lights, candles, and cameras swarming the area.

“Welcome! Welcome! Only moments till we begin…Ladies, gentlemen, we have HEARD your desires. We have seventy-two thousand channels and nothing worth watching. No, today, we bring you something special. No more Slay-per-View, no more Celebrity Spice Addictions. Today, we bring you something new, live, and entirely genuine! We bring you drama. We bring you romance. We bring you the unwitting participants of our newest prime time adventure… Confederate Love.”​

The crowd lit up like fireworks had been placed beneath their seats. Stomping, laughing, their mandibles clicking like millions of fingers snapping in unison. The surprisingly charismatic, however stout and ugly Harch host gestured toward the participants in as grandiose a motion as his furry arms would allow.

“Now of course…There are rules. When the bell chimes and the lights flash each of you must rotate to the table at your immediate right. Your goal, while there, is to quickly discern whether the person or droid across from you is a suitable mate via conversation that your fans will be able to hear. At the conclusion of the show, our audience will send in their votes for their favorite couple via Holo-Net, standard transmission rates apply, and we will hold an official Ceremony of Union for the lucky winning pair.” ​

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“The three least liked contestants will be summarily executed during the reception. Should any contestants refuse to fulfill their assigned role…Well—the punishment is most severe. Our next chapter in the series will be called Confederate Burials, versus, Confederate Honeymoon. Now. Let us begin! Enjoy it—only some of you must die.” ​

This objective is entirely self-explanatory. Survive. Play the Andoan game to the best of your ability while you try to recover your wits and think of a way out. It seems that the contestants are very well guarded and that the Harch have taken rather extreme measures to ensure that escape, unharmed, is unlikely. All eyes are on them. This is a LIVE broadcast that is being launched into homes and cantinas all over Secundus Ando via the HoloNet. Each conversation at every table will be heard by hidden mics all over the area.

[Note: You can establish in your first post if your character is 'Known' or 'Unknown'. If Unkown the Harch may have made up a name for you to keep things exciting for the crowd. You can decide it in your post.

For this objective, we will randomly **SWITCH** writing partners every few days or so. There will be a post each time this happens with newly assigned tables from [member="Eternal Vision"] . You will start off with any writing partner of your choosing for the first round. For each round after that they will be random.]

So. The premise of this Dominion is not for you. That's okay! You can tinker around with a story for your character, perhaps, how they weren't caught with the bulk of the CIS and what they plan to do to help their brothers and sisters in arms. Your character could have arrived early, or late, or perhaps they managed to escape the Harch entirely.

As always, we fully acknowledge that every character is different. Sometimes, the objectives we make, or the games we design for you just won't fit for what you envision. We understand. This is the 'Bring Your Own' objective section. Generally, you can do what you like, even a shopping trip. If you ever have any concerns about what you can or can't do just ask an Admin. We love you. We're here to help you. Come find us

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General Disclaimer: This Dom is OPEN to all CIS Characters and their Allies. It is designed to be a FUN area to write versus the extremely serious venues we usually have to offer. We want you to get to know each other and have a good time. That being said, we just want to make everyone aware, that if you join the mock-up 'Speed Dating/1st Objective of Survive Date Night' you do allow us to kark with your character a little bit. NOTHING SERIOUS! Simply, how they arrived, etc.​

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[Daxton Bane]

Daxton slowly opened his eyes, reluctant to gaze upon whatever hell spawn was causing his head to pound and throb like a pair of Rancors in heat. Last he recalled he was exiting his craft to join his brothers and sisters to liberate another world when his vision unexplanably exploded in white light and he lost control as his body went haywire.

Eyes still closed, he reached for the comfortable assurance of his lightsabers but they were not there. It was then he noticed that he did not bear the usual comforting weight of his body armor as well. Opening his eyes, he squinted under the bright lights as he struggled to see where he was at. Something or someone was blocking his access to the Force, but before he could find out what he realized he was wearing a strange dress cloak with gold chain links. If he moved too quickly, he would be exposing some parts he would rather not have exposed.

Still the Zabrak was a fine physical specimen, clearly in his prime. Someone bothered to oil him down so his red skin glistened under the bright lights. The tattooes which covered most of his body were also clearly evident for the first time ever.

Glancing across him on the table, he saw that he had a companion and wondered who it might be. Perhaps if he gave them a few minutes to recover they could form a plan of escape.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective SDN
Date Partner: Who ever
Attire: Dress
Post: 1

Darkness that was all she could see, well currently, the young Echani's eye lids slowly opening their silver being greeted to an artificial blinding light, head pounding with a slightly headache as the noise, no, music blared from around. Suddenly her body strapped back into full conciseness as this became clearer, like a startled Ewok in the road of an oncoming speeder, a very advisable sign of shock on the girl's face, utter perplexed with that was currently going on. "Wh- Ho- Wh- huuuuuuuuuu"! this was strange, really strange, to strange.

The last thing Chikako remembered doing was being a part of a task force of representative or what not in hopes to smooth over any political issues that may have arisen after dealing with these so called terrorist, only to disembark from her shuttle and wind up engulf in some mist. Wait mist, has they been gassed somehow? now what kidnapped? By the terrorists? Turns out that would not be the case, oh now, the CIS members currently trapped here were in for something much more dangerous, speed dating.

Looking around she found herself donned in a light fitting black attire, a head band with black frills, the top of the dress connected to her neck via a choker studded with a green emerald, the look being finished off with long black stockings connected to her 'inner garments' by some small cords. Worst off her hair had been let out, its silver strand free to move, which meant her throwing needles where gone too along with any weapon she may have had as well as an absence of the force, this was quite the sticky situation.

Glancing to her left the young woman's eyes fell upon [member="Daxton Bane"], the Zabrak Sith Lord wearing a... dress? "I never thought I would see that day", she uttered to herself in wonder as well as a sarcastic voice. It was rather humors sight, but not enough to derail her worry about the whole event, hopefully she would not be pared up with some droid or strange looking alien, after all a noble, an Echani noble at that had to have standards on a possible partner. Though it was not that she was really looking for one at this current time, unless being 17 was classed as an adult out here.

"Ahh it seems our sleeping child has awoken", chimed the spider looking alien, "Young and ripe for the taking, and if what we have seen so far is any indication a noble, anyone who lands this one is in for a nice life". "Unfortunately her name is not known, though there was talk of her body garuds uttering the words Chika someinth, so we shall refer to her as Black Chika from now on, but we shall not keep you folks waiting, onto the next individual who we so happened to pick up". Someone was going to die a very painful needle induced death once this was all over

 

[Srina Talon]

Identity: Partially Known - See Post
Interacting With: No one yet - {Post Left Open Ended}
Wearing: This
Post Number: 1

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Srina shot up so quickly she almost fell out of her chair. Her head hurt. Everything hurt. From the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, she felt like she’d been repeatedly run over by half of the ships [member="Aedan Miles"] owned. A childish mewl escaped her as her head rolled back, the noise in the air making her want to lose her lunch, but somehow, she endured. Silvery eyes blinked slowly, at first, just as offended by the garish lights as she was the noise. She reached for her head as she dimply listened to some loud, annoying creature, spout off about this and that. The Apprentice was irritated.

She didn’t remember anything. Where were they? Abruptly she felt a bit of a draft and her arms crossed over her chest as she looked down. Imperceptibly, silver brows rose, befuddled at the sight of an ensemble she didn’t remember putting on. It wasn’t her usual fair, nor, was it the typical state of dress that [member="Darth Metus"] attendant droids seemed to wax and wane over. “Where’s my armor…”, she mumbled, more to herself, than anyone else. This pin-stripe suit with golden pauldrons, seemingly designed for a very small man, was rather airy in the front. She didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that the back was also oddly low cut.

The Echani shook her head a few times, trying to follow the ugly, extremely ugly, spider-like creature, that was blathering on and on about rules and dying…But it all seemed very abstract. As if her head were stuck in a cloud. Slowly she brought a hand up to her forehead, fingers falling to her temples, as she tried to banish the fogginess to her brain but it seemed useless. She also couldn’t see very well. She could make out a table. Candles. Flowers. Flutes of liquid filled with bubbles. Champagne?

The small woman reached up and touched her hair, finding it in a very high, very sleek ponytail. She could feel that her lightsaber was missing. However, the plain, innocuous silver band on her finger was still present. She still had one weapon, though it would have few shots. It would be best to wait for the right moment, the right time, to use it. It was about then, however, that she realized something was deeply wrong.

She could not feel her Master. She could not feel [member="Aryn Teth"]. She couldn’t feel [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] or any of the other Confederates they had arrived with. For the first time, in a long time, she felt panic rise from beneath her sternum. There was someone sitting across from her, but, she couldn’t make out who it was. Srina closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. To focus. There was something…A flicker of the Force…Of her friends—But it was there and gone. What sort of sorcery was this?

“And this one—“, the Harch host directed a spotlight to fall on her, blinding her, and aggravating her senses more than they already were, “Attractive. For a fleshy albino hagisi [dwarf]. Don’t you agree?”

“We don’t know her name. Not yet. But, our spies did overhear one of the Confederacy’s more talkative droid’s refer to her as the Dread Queen. I can’t wait to find out what’s so terrifying!”

The spotlight moved, thank the goddess, and flipped onto someone new. Where [member="BX-25233"] had gotten that title she would never know.

Srina was confused, cross, and exhausted. When she opened her eyes next she was finally able to see who was across from her. She could see little [member="Chikako Liona"] not far away and far more of [member="Daxton Bane"] than she'd ever bargained for. Relieved, she tried to kill any sense of fear, and instead focused on the problem at hand.

Someone was going to pay.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective SDN
Date Partner: @Chikako Leona

“Daxton Bane” he said by way of introduction once he saw his companion was coming to her senses. “We appear to be in a somewhat unusual predicament. You will forgive me if I do not stand up just at the moment. It has been rather cold and the way I am attired at the moment, shall we say I want to avoid a fashionable faux pas.”

“It will appear I am devoid of gear and powers, and I am assuming you are as well, so we will have to use our wits about us. Are you secured or bound in any way?”

 

[Queen Bots™]

The host of ‘Confederate Love’ could see that his contestants were going to be difficult. The microphones were already blaring with senseless little plans to escape and the audience began to boo one of them in particular. The crimson-skinned Zabrak was tall, imposing, and somehow nearly regal in decidedly feminine garments. Aside from his desire to break free, he could easily be a fan favorite, if he played his cards right. The candles at the table where [member="Daxton Bane"] and [member="Chikako Liona"] sat would begin to flare up, a little bit of quick pyrotechnics, to get their attention. “Now now…Shop talk can wait for after the results come in. Yes, your gear is missing. No, you are not bound. Can you leave before the tournament ends? Negative, not unless you're a fan of cremation.The audience, as well as our rather sizeable military presence, can hear your every word.”

“But it is not to worry my very red friend...You have a lovely albino to speak to before the clock runs out.”, the Harch insisted, again, nearly charming in his condescension. Something about him seemed off, but, then again, the entire situation was incredibly ripe. Briefly, he wondered if this girl was related to the Dread Queen. They looked eerily similar. “Our viewers are waiting and we're just dying to know more. Perhaps, ask what her favorite food is? Or, her favorite droid model?”

“If there’s one thing we know about the Confederacy—you do adore your droids. All ten million of them.”

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F4qzPbcFiA​

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Kurenai Yumi

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Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"]
Post: 1

Those words from Admiral Akbar continued echoed in her mind as the veteran mercenary glanced out from the alleyway, her Operator Class Armor mask still concealing her face as she evaluated the situation, an unconscious Chiss boy laying propped up against the wall not far behind. The woman who had managed to escape the natives little trap and make it out with her apprentice was of course Kurenai Yumi, the deep blue eye of the energy Vampire peering through the small mask slits as a patrol moved pass, the duo escaping capture, for now.

"Of course it was a trap, why had I not see it sooner, though being one of the few to make it out? well seems like the confederacy troops and members need not situational awareness training". It was a skill she had developed over the 800 years of constant combat and fighting, to the point where Kurenai could predict a persons movements similar to an Echani, though her style also incorporating smell, sound, facial expression and enemy weapon of choice. In this case it was some type of knock out gas, though not seeing it of inhaling it Kurenai was suspicious from the get go, upon the door day of her drop ship opening knowing almost straight away the lure which the CIS had fallen into.

Unfortunately the only person she was able to save was Rex, the boy being close on hand and quick to pick up, coupled with placing the respirator mask on and getting the heck away from the star port without being spotted. Once again herself glad to still be using the just above average armor suit, though not as combat protective as the stuff Metu used, it's array of tech and gadgets came in handy more times then she could count. As for their current position it was certainly a odd and tricky spot of trouble, but in all honesty had dealt with worse in the past, and with way more threatening people, though the commando dare not make a move, not yet anyways, not until Rex came too and she understood what was going on exactly.

Looking back it seemed as if mister sleepy head was finally coming to, her hand slowly sliding across his mouth, "shhh, don't say a word or utter a sound, we are in deep kuso at the moment, and I don't want us spotted". Her voice was muffled by the face mask, a small whisper but easy to hear fro the Chiss. "How are you feeling, able to stand? well more importantly are you able to fight"? The tone of Kurenai words were firm and military minded, but also carried a small amount of motherly like affection.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Identity: Currently Unknown
Objective: Survive Date Night
Interacting with: Open
Wearing: This
Post: 1

They'd come to answer another call, to a planet Katrine knew next to nothing. She hadn't been carrying any weapons when the sword made of ichor was at her beck and all when she needed it, yet too dangerous to be left out in the open so. Darkness had fallen, forced and uncontrolled, her sapphire gaze disappearing behind her eyelids just as she had growled, her last act of protest against the conditioned sleep, her instinct to change to her wolf form.

"And right here," a voice had reached her ears before her eyes had fluttered open, "right here, we have another mystery candidate. Though we've taken the liberty of referring to her as the Sapphire Wolf, the voice had said just as her eyes had opened and closed again, the lighting starting her slightly. "Just look at those eyes, pure gem," the host continued as her body adjusted slightly against the seat that felt strangely comfortable. "Our second hagisi is undoubtedly late teens or early twenty, likes to growl and certainly holds herself as another noble," the voice continued talking as her eyes slowly opened this time, the bright light still in her face. "And our next contest is...", the bright light finally left her, leaving her eyes to adjust as the voice moved away, her focus not following after her.

Katrine definitely felt a little groggy, a little dazed and utterly alone though she could remember several of the Confederacy and even some of their allies when they had arrived. The feeling, however, was familiar, she'd experienced the effects twice in her life though she'd never quite woken up like this. Eyes darted up, trying to refocus her sight and when they did, she spotted the hanging decorations up above and the familiar creatures. "Kark," the Witch muttered at the sight of them.

Gaze lowered as her hands had moved, touching an unfamiliar soft fabric at the side of her abdomen, noticing a ridiculously short dress, making her do a double turn. She was definitely wearing a different, fluffier and puffier dress with a whole lot more color to it. "Where's my dress?" The next thing she did mutter, barely any volume to her voice as she heard the same voice speaking again and looked around, noticing a few familiar faces as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The voice drew her attention to Daxton and Chikako as the man talked about asking about favorite food or favorite droid model.

Her head kept turning, blinking a few more times as her eyes finally desensitized from the intense light as she looked ahead of her to see who was sitting across from her.

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Srina Talon"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Post: 1
When the drop ship door had opened some kind of gas had come suddenly. After that it went to black.

Slowly awaking he saw Kurenai his commander and was about to ask what was happening. That is when her hand shot across his mouth. She tells him that they were in deep kuso. Then she says in a whisper are you able to stand and fight. Whispering back to her "I feel like I got hit with Gray's sound waves again, but I am good to move and okay to fight" mentioning the mando who had taken him down in the skirmish against them. "I think what's more important is what is going on here and why were we ambushed." Whisper to avoid detection still. Watching another patrol go down the street. Geez they are really looking for us or potentially anyone else who escaped from them.

 

[BX-25233]

Identity: Known
Interacting with: Who ever wants to be the unlucky soul (open)
Wearing

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BX-25233 had come to this planet full of spiders expecting to deal swift justice to evil terrorist on Secundus Andos but instead he was shut down and turned back on in a unknown location and missing his weapons and instead had a red rose, BX-25233 was very confused and became even more confused when he was wearing clothing that was not to his style and did not match well with his hat, quickly BX-25233 felt his head to make sure no one stole his hat which to his relief was still on his head. BX-25233 looked around trying to understand what the kark was going one and when he attempted to ask his shard companion all heard was the shard laughing in binary refusing to tell BX-25233 whats going on other then something about dating.

"Here we have the fastest sword and shiniest durasteel chasis in the wild space BX-25233 but today he brought a rose instead of a sword, we have him here today to see how much the Confederacy love their droids and if they train their droids in the arts of subduction." Some of the crowd could be heard laughing while others saying some vulgar him which he was fortunate to understand.

BX-25233 decided that it would be best to attempt the art of organic courtmanship than get in trouble with the hundreds of spiders that were watching him. BX-25233 turned around to whoever was the unlucky soul he was assigned with and attempt "dating"

"Hello I am Unit BX-25233 and it seems these beings wish me to attempt the organic ritual that is done before organics attempt mating in their beds"

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective SDN
Date Partner: @Chikako Leona

If the Zabrak was put out because the audience was spying on them or the fabric of his dress a bunching up in all the wrong places, he did not once let it show on his face. An eyebrow curled upward in amusement as he reached out with one hand to take his partners hand, he smiled apologetically as he knew she could feel the rough calluses formed over the years.

“Forgive me for being so crude, bad habit of mine really, to talk about escape when I barely had a chance to know your name. But before you do let me tell you a little about myself aside from my name which I have already told you. I come from a very passionate people, we live each moment, everything we do, we do out of passion. From the way your pulse just quickened, I can see you are quite a handful yourself. Perhaps I can share one of my passions with you. Tell me do you dance, my dear?”

 

[Malok]

Master, remember, you need your wits at all times...

Those were the last words Darth Metus could remember. All else had turned black. He did not know how long, nor did he know who was responsible...but the Sith Lord had been reduced to unconsiousness. He knew, from experience, that he was not dead - but the darkness was alarming. Where was he? What was happening? Whose head was going to roll? In time, the questions answered themselves as his eyes slowly creaked open. Light flooded his vision, causing him to recoil immediately. His face contoured in a groggy scowl. "What..." he groaned.

His head felt like a mountain of bricks. Heavy. Thick. Thinking was beyond difficult, but seemed to get easier with each passing moment. Darth Metus leaned forward, noting that he had been propped up in a gilded chair. Flowers were before him on a table. Champagne. Glasses. Music...obnoxious b-rated elevator tune-level drivel...invaded his eardrums persistently. "...the actual Kark..." he breathed, whirling his head around to get a full view of his surroundings. Okay. Maybe he was dead. Maybe this was the nineth level of the Netherworld reserved for Mandalorians who evaded taxes.

How did I get here? What's going on?

The questions drummed within his skull, biting against the dull sensation clouding his thoughts. He tried to retrace his steps...He and Srina were together. Yes. Like always. They were...getting off of the Ferocity. Okay. A mission? Walking down a flight of stairs...they were greeted by a spider-looking-motherkarker flanked by a couple attendant droids. They offered them a basket. Cheeses, Crackers, Bottled Water, etc. They had champagne with them as well. Darth Metus had wanted a glass, reaching out and - Srina swatted his hand away. Wits. Had to keep his wits. So he took a bottled water.

And the world went black after the first sip.

The Sith Lord's fists slammed into the table. Fury rolled through him like a mighty storm. He wanted to bring down the gods damned building atop their heads. He wanted to - no. No. No. No. He knew this feeling. It was like hands had been place over his eyes all of a sudden - one of his senses had been effectively dulled. He could not feel [member="Srina Talon"]. He could not feel the usual cacophany of emotions that accompanied any room. The Force was not his ally. And as his senses returned, there was only two things in the Galaxy that could have reduced the Sith to a mere man.

Lizards or Rocks.

Ysala-karking-miri or Void-karking-Stone.

Frantic thoughts began to chain together in his head. With the reality of his situation forefront in his mind, the Sith pressed his hands flat upon the table. He was vulnerable, painfully so. And dressed in civilian attire no less. Everything was gone, from his armor to his powers. But that wouldn't deter Darth Metus for long. He was more than a beskar suit and Force Lightning. Sucking in a breath, he leaned back in his chair. The sole relief in this horrid situation was that his Apprentice seemed unscathed before him. She was seated across from him at the table, dressed...in something that she would never wear on her own. (But hey, she looked great.)

Wait. What the...why was it so hard to move?

Looking down, the Sith saw the getup that they had put him in. Leather on Leather, like he was twenty-five again.

Someone was going to die for this.

"Srina." he said, meeting her gaze. "Are you hurt? What's going on?"

 

[Muad Dib]

The Devil's Flame had arrived at the spaceport with several other ships within the Confederacy. As the mass of confederates made their way to where they would be meeting their hosts, Muad Dib was busy finishing rolling a few more deathsticks. Tossing them into his pack he slid into into a pocket and rose from his seat to head to the ramp. But he paused as he observed the scene playing out.

The Confederate forces were being subdued and captured, most Beijing unconscious. The few who didn't fall, were shot, their bodies dragged to a different landspeeder where their bodies were tossed unceremoniously. Dropping his have to the grip of his revolver he resisted the urge to charge into the enemy, holding his hand up and stalling those of like mind upon the shuttle.

Around the landing pads were billboards and giant holo-trons showing teasers of a new series, "Confederate Love", that would be airing later that night. Slowly the man eased back into the shuttle to speak to his compatriots.

"It appears our mission parameters have changed. It's now a rescue mission. And from the looks of the 'plans' for our people, we'll need some subterfuge .... Disguises .... And stealth. Let's get to work."

HOURS LATER... AT THE PREMIERE OF CONFEDERATE LOVE ​

[YouTube]https://youtu.be/W4VTq0sa9yg[/YouTube]
The sounds of music echoed through the thronged crowd of spectators. The unknown source momentarily distracted from the scenes playing out in holograms all around the square as half dozen, beady red eyes from the creatures looked for where this new source of entertainment was coming from.

They didn't have long to wait.

The landspeeder crept into view, the slanted 'wheels' performing as anti grav generators which raised the speeder from the ground. The trunk rattled with every bass tone which hit so hard neighboring harch who were wearing glasses felt them shaking from off their faces.

The driver within hit a switch which brought delight to the fans. Flames launched from the chrome pipes at the back as the gravity generators began bouncing the vehicle like old school hydraulics.

Rolling up in front of the steps adorned with a red carpet that led into the building where"Confederate Love" was currently being broadcast love, a security guard tapped on the darkened window with a baton held in one of its six hands. Inside Muad laughed while nodding at [member="Tyris Hayes"] and the other who sat in the back. A deathstick hung loosely in his hands. The interior was hidden by a thick wall of ....

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

“Whu-uh-huuuh?” Ahani smacked her lips and rolled over onto her back, feeling a dire shake to her muscles.

Something was missing… the area around her felt dead, drifting to a series of grey clouds and mist in her mind. Stuttering incomprehensible syllables out of chittering teeth, Ahani felt the sting of appendages shoving her into a seat. Her armoured bodysuit switched with a dress.

She stared across the table at someone she could barely see. Eyes glazing over, the Echani Matron shook. Silver eyes reached up in their gaze until she spied a furry, reptilian tail.

Ysalamiri.

Ahani’s lungs stuttered, ribcage shaking. Out. She had to get out. Palms pushed fruitlessly at the table. [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] came into focus and Ahani blinked. A wolf? A bit of a familiar jaw. The eyes… “And this specimen is fascinating! According to our medical scans, she is 856 years old! There must be something wrong with our scanners, or she’s the best looking octo-centarian in the room. And our next…”

The Force was the only thing keeping [member="Darth Metus"]’ friend and former lover alive.

“H—how good are the martinis?” Ahani grunted, exhales and inhales growing ragged. Hey, if she was dying, she might as well have a frelling good last drink. Digging her nails into the table top, Ahani searched for any space away from the death lizards, or any possible angle of attack to get out.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Hakanu was gonna get revenge.

He had been set up on this 'speed dating' thing and he wasn't happy to be there. He adjusted his suit and sighed, part of him wanted to leave right this second. The other part wanted to stick it out and tell stories later, but then there was the bar. Bars were nice, they were better than attempting to socialize. All Hakanu really knew was that the drinks had better be really good, quietly he sauntered up to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. It would be a good way to start the night he figured. Hakanu noted [member="Ahani Najwa"], and [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] but kept about his business as he took a seat and kept his back to the others, if he could get through this night as quickly and quietly as possible the better.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had come along with the rest of the Confederacy, but had taken his time checking and rechecking his gear after they landed at the spaceport. This was the only thing that kept him from being knocked unconscious and dragged away to become a dating show contestant.However, it seemed that actually managing to get onto the set of "Confederate Love" was going to take quite a bit of finesse. Not something the Corellian was known for to put it gently. While trying to formulate a plan he grabbed a bottle of namana liquor that was nearby and removed his helmet while he worked on finding transport to the party. He did have a civilian speeder/car that he had been working on, it was a prototype of a possible new model from Nubia StarDrives. As he went and sat behind the wheel, he took a moment to get used to the controls. It felt like it had a good deal of power probably good for racing.

​

The back seat and passenger seat were full of cases upon cases of namana liquor. There was no room for another person in the speeder. While able to function as an airspeeder, it also had the ability to utilize retractable wheels. for this he figured the wheels would bring some attention but also allowed for flexibility should the repulsors be rendered inoperable. Either way it was fast and more than ready to roll. Setting his drink down into the cupholder in the center console as he reversed down the transport's ramp he checked th settings on the 4 wheel drive and it was on and set to provide the best traction possible in a race setting. As he started towards the set of "Confederate Love," he tested to see just how well it handled and how far he could push the speeder/car in a slide. After doing a few donuts and noting that the enitre area around the set felt fuzzy, he reached over and picked up the bottle of namana nectar, finishing it in a long swig, throwing the empty bottle in the back seat, grabbing a second from one of the cases next to him. This was also gone by the time he was within range of the ysalamir bubble, still a little ways out from the place. How far into the cases of namana liquor he was would have been up for debate, but he manage to slide the truck to a stop buehind [member="Muad Dib"] and his ridiculous speeder, checking all the sensors on his Aquila armored flight suit. Double checking that he had some explosives on his person, and at least a few HEAP 40mm rounds for the Punisher pistol on his left hip, not to mention multiple speed loaders for the .454 ammo. Few thermal detonators that could be set for remote detonation, it looked like he was ready enough for helping in the rescue attempt.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective SDN
Date Partner: @Draxton Bane
Date Name: Black Chika
Attire: Dress
Post: 2

"I know who you are Draxton, a many people do, you are quite the famous person", a powerful Sith lord that has untold amounts of power, for all she knew on par with Darth Metus himself, though she was still new to the whole force powers thing. "This is a rather odd situation I must say, and I will not ask any further about your attire, perhaps the locals here are unable to know the difference between a female and male Zabrak, after all both sex's look rather similar". Often enough not having hair due to the spiky head, the tattoos, and what not probably not helping them in any regard, "And yes i am currently disarmed, even down to my hair needles, the force also eluded's me and though being good in combat regardless of it, I do not think we are getting out anytime soon".

Glancing around it seemed other members where coming too, [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] bein the next person the announcer introduced, but in addition [member="Darth Metus"] and @Srinea Talon also waking up the dark lord of the Sith inquiring to the Echani's current health. Not far to the side was, a commando droid ([member="BX-25233"]) of sorts in the most strangest array of clothing she could even think of, why a droid needed any form of clothing she did not know, unless their host where trying to make him look more human, but utterly failing in the process. Twisting around in her seat the young noble turned attention back to the Zabrak sitting across from her, the man continuing their conversation, one that was rather... odd.

She leaned in a little whisper her name, not wanting others to hear just yet, "Chikako Fredrika Liona, and do not worry I too would like to somehow escape from this place". His following speech those made the girl flustered, the talk of 'passion' meaning something a little different to herself, "share passion, um I am not sure I would be ready for such things, but I am able to dance... what did you have in mind"? This was going much faster then she had anticipated, the man already asking for something passionate while people like [member="Ahani Najwa"] and [member="Vulkanus"] were only just waking up.

 

[Tyris Hayes]

This Muad guy sure knew how to take his time. Tyris had no idea why he was assigned to work with him, but he was not one to question direct orders. The man appeared to be rolling up a joint of some sort of narcotic, probably death sticks. He never understood narcotics use, but he was not really in a place to judge, he barely qualified as human these days.

He was sitting by door waiting for Muad to show up when his AI started flashing warnings in his face. The little figure popped itself into his vision, however it was red rather than the usual blue tinted hologram.

"Threat Level is critical. It just skyrocketed." She said.

As she said this he saw the biosigns of the surrounding CIS members start to go into a catatonic state, something funky was going on. He didn't like it. He hit the lock on the door and shuttered the windows as far as the Harch were concerned they were not even in the ship. Obviously all discussions between him and his AI happened in his own head, unless she was projecting she prefferred to keep things that way.

"I have a feeling this isn't good." He replied.

"Give me a minute to dig around the Holonet."

Finally Muad came back from doing whatever he was doing, and before Tyris even had a chance to do anything Mira projected herself from his wrist computer.

"Found something. Confederate Love season premier, its all over the holonet." She projected numerous traielrs holovids and advertisments showing this entertainment event of the century.

A quick peek outside the shuttle confirmed their suspicions, this was all some sick game. A game Tyris did not intend to play. Maud took a quick step outside the shuttle to make sure they were gone, and when he came back he gave them a new mission, sneak in and get them out.

"I like the sound of this."

A few hours later...

"I greatly regret going along with this." Tyris said.

He was dressed up in a ridiculous getup, he was wearing a leather jacket, white v neck, and long black jeans. This was not his style and he despised it. Luckily he was still packing a great amount of heat, a blaster was hidden in his um.... pants, and the car held much more in that regard.

"Let go a bit, you need to look cool. Right now you look like you are about to tell some young kids to get off your lawn." His AI responded.

"Thanks for the words of encouragment."

The sound system on the vehicle would have blown out his ears had he not the ability to simply mute them. The speeder was obtuse but that was the point, they needed to look like they belonged at a big red carpet event, and the only way to look like you belonged at a red carpet event was to be so outrageous that nobody questions their reputation and presteige.

The deathstick smoke would have made him sick if he didn't have lungs designed to transfer out the various toxins in the air, he barely even noticed the smoke. As they rolled up he rolled down the windows, the smoke billowing out. He peeked his head out of the car to great applause, people loved it. That was great, they couldn't kick them out without angering a large portion of the populace as well.

As they parked a Pantoran reporter walked up to their vehicle, lowering the mic towards Muad.

"Hello sir, we would like to ask you a few questions, where did you get the idea for such an outrageous vehicle?"

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective SDN
Date Partner: [member="Chikako Liona"]

Laughing softly when she pronounced his name, it was the sound of pure mirth devoid of any negative emotion whatsoever. “Apparently, not famous enough not to get my name mangled. Daxton my dear with out the R.”

“Remind me to show you how different our sexes are when we do have a free time. Male and female Zabrak are nothing alike. For one thing the female of our species are more aggressive. This travesty of cloth that I am wearing is a traditional dress worn by a male on his mating day, use your imagination as to why its so flimsy and you get what I mean.”

“They say the best way to get to know someone is to dance, come dance with me, and let us get to know one another.” Rising to his feet, he cared not who else saw his powerful muscular form. He was certain microphones were aimed in their direction so he could not give her verbal clues, he hoped she would play along so that between them they could access the size of the room, number of guards and possible escape routes all under the pretext of a dance.

This was no ordinary dance, it combine martial skill and acrobatics, create one smooth flow of motion and poetry for all who watched. Anyone who knew Daxton would be suprised to learn he could dance so well.

[YouTube]https://youtu.be/x3-iUI6pK5c[/YouTube]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Well mates, looks like we are half way there. Remember, the crazier we are, the better chance we have of getting in, the better chance of getting our people out. I've got the reporter then I'm headed in. Good luck."

Cracking the door, a wall of smoke began to escape the car as flashes peppered the vehicle. The paparazzi began taking holopics and holovids as a man emerged from the driver side door with a final flash of flame from the exhaust. Rising to his full height he grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets turning a striking a pose for the crowds.

Tossing several winks and waning his hands like guns he turned to saunter over to the reporter, blue eyes glowing spectacularly which drew several screams from ladies in the crowds. Pausing he blew several kisses then turned back to the questioning reporter.

"Dear lass, outrageous you say? This is my most mundane vehicle. But please, tell me this isn't your only question. Who am I? Why, I am Vekos Arekk, grand opera singer of the great halls from Naboo. I can hit high notes that would make you think I'm a eunuch, but rest assured, there's plenty of Vekos Arekk to go around m'lady."

Taking her hand in his he bent and lightly brushed his lips on the back of her hand before turning to the crowd to wave as he headed for the doors of the building. The door was opened for him and he gave a final Adumari bow before entering.

[member="Tyris Hayes"]