It's A Trap | CIS Dominion of Secundus Ando

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave lifted his head from the table with a groan. He didn’t hear the original announcement, nor did he care. Instead, he rubbed his eyes, wiped the dry spit from the corner of his mouth and glanced around him. His vision was blurry, but that wasn’t really unusual considering who he was; but what drew his attention was the fact that there were cameras swarming every side of him. Had he done a bit of voyeurism in his time, surely, but nothing like this.

Scratching at his alabaster hair, his vision fell to what he wore. The vaguely broaden shoulder slave seemed to have been dressed in a tight red dress that showed off more than most cared to admit; and although most might be embarrassed he could at least appreciate the style. Wouldn’t be the first time, either.

To the partner across from him, a molten golden stare fell on their robotic shape after only a moment's notice. Perhaps he slept through the introduction, but a tight dress and a table full of candles didn’t leave much to the imagination; he was speed dating! He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming just yet, but this had to be one of the more odd things he’d awoken to in his life, and despite the uncomfortable nature that the ysalmir fields created around him, he couldn’t help but think this could be fun.

Resting his chin on one of his ashy grey hands, he cocked a grin and responded to the droid in front of him;

“Hi, BX. I’m…”, he hesitated. Who was he?

“It seems John Doe has awoken!”

“... I’m John.”, he said with an annoyed sigh, losing a portion of his grin as they gave him the same generic name as always.

Gave him a nice dress, but couldn’t bother with a name. Thanks.

[member="BX-25233"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM0OaV93swI​

Kurenai Yumi

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Objective: 2 (Silence Sneaking Mission)
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"]
Post: 2

Whatever reaction Kureani would have made to the Chiss's analogy to being knocked out would not been seen behind the full face covering mask, though it was nice to know his sense of humor was not damaged in any way. His question though was not something she could entirely answer, from what limited observation the energy vampire was able to attain there was no terrorist threat, and at the same time conclude that the planet was not hostile to the Confederacy forces. Though at the same time could not really reply with a definite answer, or understand what outcome they were trying to achieve by gassing and kidnapping most of the landing troops. "Quick run down, landed knock out gassed, most people taken away to that building over there", she remarked pointing to the large building in the distance where several speeders with 'guests' had been heading towards, but from this angle, they could not see much.

"They do not seem hostile, probably most patrols being to keep who they captured inside, but still I would rather not find out", most of the blaster she saw them carrying set to stun or visible non lethal variants. "So here is the plan, crude but we are a little rushed for time, we are to infiltrate that complex over there and rescues our comrades, we must keep things covert, contact with the enemy is strictly prohibited, don't engage them in combat either, this is a sneaking mission Rex". Making sure he understood she gave a small handle signal indicating that he should follow, the veteran mercenary drawing her silenced slug thrower, pressing her body against the wall and waiting for an opportunity to cross the street, thus getting closer to the complex.

Letting the latest patrol pass Kurenai dove out from cover, quickly rolling and making it behind a parked speeder, making little sound and giving little time for any on to turn around as see, herself spending a few seconds behind said cover before moving to the nearby alleyway. From here they may be able to climb on top of the connecting building able scale up the complex were the CIS troops where being held, maybe finding a back entrance, though not like Kurenai coulnd't make one herself. Looking back she motioned for Rex to follow, hopefully the Chiss had a decent amount of stealth training during his time in the military and apart of Spec ops.

 

[Lyla Quinn]

Know As: Quinn
Outfit: Missing The Pants But It's Not Like That Would Have Made The Thing Any Less Ridiculous
Currently 'Dating': [member=Darth Tacitus]
Mood: Cranky AF
Goal: Find large can of Raid, familiarize the Harch with it. (But we can settle for 'Find Exit And GTFO Before This Becomes A Bad Monster Made-For-TV Horror Movie')
Posts Made: 1


Of all the strange situations she'd found herself in during her service to the Confederacy of Independent Systems, kidnapped by spider-people and forced to perform in a reality TV dating show was probably the weirdest one yet.

Quinn squinted against the bright shaft of light beaming down on her from above, which was doing absolutely nothing good for her skull-crushing headache. Watching all her friends and teammates wake from their mist-induced slumber (with similar aches and pains) in their new outfits had been equal parts amusing and distressing. Trying to figure out how they'd all ended up here in the first place was useless at this point. They could work that out after they all found a way out of here in one piece.


On that subject, she wasn't going anywhere unless someone uncuffed her wrists and ankles from her chair.

Apparently, the show-runners hadn't appreciated her attempts to escape the stadium via climbing the walls while everyone else was being arranged around tables like dolls in various slumbering poses.
Not that climbing walls in this abso-kriffin'-lutely absurd gown thing would have been successful, and it had nothing to do with her missing pants. She couldn’t care less who saw what of Lyla Quinn's ladybits, but the deep Confederate purple material was a hazard to even walk in let alone scale something. She'd tripped over the hem three times just making it to her chair. To make things worse, the Harch in charge of dressing her hadn't known quite what to do with her lekku, so she'd wrapped them tightly with the same material and bound them with jewels and silver threads so tightly that Quinn was having a hard time ignoring the painful pressure.


Maybe the man in front of her had answers? She'd never seen him before, not that she could make out much of anything in the spotlight with this level of headache. Craning her neck to find [member=Fidelis], [member=Meira] or [member=Irma Olanthe] had yielded no results. Maybe they'd managed to avoid capture? But the tables were set up in a long line and she couldn't see to the other end, so who knew?

Their 'host' approached, six eyes flashing with excitement. "Hey!" Quinn barked, twisting as much as she could in her restraints and flagging the creature down with her eyebrows. "Hey, 'sxcuse me!! I need to talk to you. Spidey? Helloooo?" Ignored. As had her other attempts to trade words with the Harch. Irritation rising. She kept at it, even as the Host gestured grandly at her while the 'atmosphere' music swelled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've shown you mysterious, noble beauty, we've shown you strong warriors and brilliant droids, but reality holoshows just aren't complete without a troublemaker or two! I give you, Miss Quinn! This lovely specimen came to a little early and she was so difficult to prepare we had to send her out…without half her outfit!" Laughter from the audience. A few 'whistled' suggestively. "But I think it works for her, don't you? Quite eye-catching." The floating cameras zoomed in, panning around her chair in circles.

Quinn aimed a kick at the nearest before remembering her ankles were bound, but the camera caught her attempted movement, playing it back in high definition for the audience.

"Ooohoo…" The Host skirted around her chair like he was keeping his distance despite the glee in his warbling voice. "Very spirited. You'll see here we've had to bind her appendages to keep her from upsetting things too much," he noted as the cameras zoomed in on her cuffs, "but not to worry, you're all very safe. She knows the consequences if she's too wild." He patted her on the head with one of his limbs. "Yes, dear?" He bent just a little at her side, his chelicerae quivering slightly. "You wish to speak?" He was probably hoping for the drama he'd just wished for. Everyone loved drama. It made for great ratings.

Quinn was happy to oblige.

"Look, Shelob," she snapped loudly as the Host entered her line of vision, the tiny mic floating near her face taking a careful 'step' back, "I dunno what kind of twisted, kinky Charlotte's Web sh*t you're tryin' to weave here, but if you're gonna make us sit through your droning the least you could do is get us some fethin' aspirin—"

He interrupted her with a laugh as her voice echoed through the stadium, the audience following his lead. "Sharp tongue!" If a Harch could smile condescendingly, the Host would have. "Well one of these fine people is going to have their hands full with this one! If they can last the full two minutes, that is. Best of luck, players, I suspect there'll be plenty of drama surrounding this pairing—"

"Hold up, I'm not done—hey! Get your ugly-" But he'd already moved on, as had the spotlight. Quinn huffed in angry frustration. "Ugh! Ugh!! I hate bugs. I hate them! All of them!" she growled to no one in particular as she strained in her cuffs. "Especially when they're too big to step on or flush down the 'fresher or beat to death with the end of your blaster!!" But her pained tirade was lost to the rest of the stadium.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Post: 2
Rex listens to the quick run down of what had happened and then looked at the building Kurenai had pointed at. "Okay, so we need to get there then." Then she mentioned the patrols and then pulling out her blaster setting it to stun. Pulling out the trusty stun blaster he had gotten a long time ago on Tython. Strictly no kill stealth mission, "Okay."

Pulling his helmet on he nods ready to move. As the patrol passes Kurenai goes to cross the street. Watching her Rex is about to follow when he spots another patrol coming thru. Waiting for them to move on, one actually breaks off and heads towards him. Moving into a shadow trying to hide as the man moves thru, I know she said not to but his friends are gone. As he looked the others in the patrol had continued on. I will follow her plan to the letter she is my commander, but it can't hurt to have their comm links. As he steals the man's comm unit and codes, he then quietly returns it to the man not being spotted the whole time. Waiting, the man eventually moves on.

Rex listens to the comms and finds out there is another patrol coming thru in 10 mins, he has time. Finally making it across to Kurenai. He whispers "I'm sorry I took so long, I got there comm codes though should make things easier and before you ask no I didn't kill or injure anyone just like you asked." Then realizing what he just said "Sorry, commander sometimes I forget you don't know my past or at least not all of it." Then he says "We can talk on it later though we need to keep moving" Listening to the comms it sounded like they still had sometime before they had company.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #1​

Attn: [member="Lyla Quinn"]​

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• Survive Date Night
  Planning to tear the Harch limb from limb
  Wearing: Business suit
  Identity: Known

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the strange, insectlike voice announced, while the man who was sitting across from Lyla Quinn, was glaring into the camera pointed at him, eyes full of murderous rage, promising torture and atrocities to whomever was watching. "We have a special treat for you, tonight. An honored guest, hailing all the way from the farthest reaches of Wild Space! A master of ships, who's very name is used as a bogeyman to scare children into obedience, all throughout the Galactic Empire! The one, the only, Darth Tacitus!" the spider creature spoke, its voice amplified by a hidden microphone, causing the crowd to roar.

"We've seen him battle imperial admirals! We've seen him hold his own against Sith Lords and Jedi Masters!" the creature spoke, pausing for dramatic effect. "But... can he survive the battlefield of the heart? Can this scary beast win the beauty's love? Or will the monster meet its doom?" the Harch asked, rhetorically, as the crowd cheered. "What do you say, young man? How do you like your odds?" the host of this show asked, approaching the Overlord, only to stop in his tracks, upon seeing Tacitus' glare, his insect-like eyes darting to the ysalamiri hanging above, as if to reassure himself that his 'guest' was harmless.

The Overlord's eyes remained pinned on the Harch and as the camera swung around to record his face for posterity, his mouth curled up in a little smile. One which was as cold and as frightening as ice.

The Overlord was not known for playing games, or enjoying them, for that matter. The audience fell silent for a moment as his eyes promised to tear each and every one of them apart, limb from limb, only to put them back together so that he could do it again.

The sick show's host broke the tension with a nervous laugh. "Well, there you have it, folks! Darth Tacitus, as ominous as ever, even when, thanks to our efforts, he has been rendered as harmless as a Loth-cat!" the Harch spoke, relief visible on his face when the audience laughed with him.

Tacitus looked down, taking a quick inventory of the objects and people around him. He had been dressed in a fairly standard businessman's suit, his weapons apparently removed, though they had left his prosthetic left forearm in place, which gave the Sith Lord some small measure of satisfaction. Hidden within, inside a secret compartment, was a small, back-up lightsaber which the Harch didn't know about.

Looking around him, he could spot many familiar faces amongst all of the unknown ones. [member="Darth Metus"] was nearby, sharing a table with a scandalously-dressed [member="Srina Talon"]. Across from him, at his table, sat an equally provocatively-dressed Twi'lek female, whom he did not know, though the showrunner had introduced her as a trouble maker. Good. She would come in handy, when the time came to put a violent end to this disgusting charade.

 

[Srina Talon]

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

Srina flinched in her seat when the hands of the Vicelord slammed down on the ornate table before them. He was alive, and well, but she still couldn’t feel him. She felt entirely on edge. It was as if she had suddenly gone blind, or lost a limb, without having noticed it was gone until this precise moment. He confused, angry, and just as irritated as she felt despite her tranquil expression. She didn’t much care for the announcement that the spider-like Harch had given her and could only keep her hands on the edges of her chair to keep from falling over.

Her Master asked if she was all right, and the Echani nodded reflexively, swallowing rather hard. She felt like she was going to be sick. “I think so. Just…Light-headed. Confused. Where are we? Why…”

“Why can’t I feel anything?”

In everything that had done, in every fight she had been in, since meeting the Vicelord she had always been able to feel him without trying. He was a presence in the back of her mind. A safety net—Family. Home. It was jarring to have that taken away. Her link to [member="Aryn Teth"] had been forged in a similar fashion, but, it remained strong due to his peculiarity. He was a wound, drawing things in against his will, and she, like so many others was caught in his grasp. “I can’t feel anyone. I don’t understand.”

“How decadent…Is the Dread Queen afraid? Come now, Vicelord, you should be able to figure out what a date is by now. You have how many reported offspring?”, the host chimed in, still making his rounds, having terrorized [member="Lyla Quinn"] and [member="Darth Tacitus"] most recently. He seemed entirely unaffected by the wintry, murderous gaze, that the Sith Lord of the Ancient Eye had levied in his direction. “Don’t waste your chance for true love. The entire galaxy is watching.”

Srina couldn’t help but let her gaze slip over the rest of the tables. She could see so many Confederates and their allies at the mercy of this game. [member="Ahani Najwa"] did not look so good. The pale apprentice had no idea that the Force had been ‘stolen’ from them and also no idea what kept the fairly ancient woman alive. Apparently, neither were the Harch.

“We need to get out of here—”, Srina hissed across the table, hackles raising, at least—Until a jolt went through her chair. A small taste of electrocution caused her to nearly snarl, but, it also made her aware that they were prepared to keep the CIS contestants in check. The host looked at her eagerly, almost hoping, she would continue to deny the premise of his show. [member="Daxton Bane"] and [member="Chikako Liona"] had already joined the program. “…So we can plan our next. Outing.”

Her teeth ground tightly together as another jolt passed through her.

“My, that is a lot of leather you’re wearing, Master.”

No doubt, this arena was full of coercion techniques. Who would willingly submit to this? It was only a matter of time before they found them all.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Identity: Currently Unknown
Objective: Survive Date Night
Interacting with: [member="Ahani Najwa"]
Wearing: This
Post: 2

Woman across from her wasn't familiar and she still seemed to be waking up while the man kept talking somewhere away from them for a few more minutes. Something seemed off about the woman though without her access to the Force, Katrine couldn't tell though for sure. "You okay?" The Lupine had managed before the spotlight focused on the woman and the host returned, talking about her now.

Eyes went wide when she heard the woman was 856 years old. She'd only ever met one person who was just slightly older than that and even that was pretty fascinating. Sure, she'd heard rumors, Dathomirians heard rumors of the Witches who lived well beyond the usual age but those were more rumors. So, was she a Witch or a Zorren? She really didn't know.

The woman finally spoke, spotlight leaving the table once again. It was to ask about the martinis? She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't really understand what's going on here," katrine admitted, noticing the ragged breathing that had come out of those words. "I'm Katrine. Who are you?" She said quietly.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Survive Date Night
Interacting with: [member="IMD-2BC"]
Wearing: "sexy maiden costume"
Post: 1

Scherezade had had her fair share of being put into unconsciousness against her will. But more than that, she had her fair share of waking up from said unconsciousness against her will. The waking up was always the worst bit. When you were out, you were out. Few things mattered, and you just floated, dealing with whatever dreams or nightmares of darkness you encountered. But when you woke up, you had to deal with life and the people it tossed at you, and that was worse than all the nightmares combined.

"Another candidate!" a voice boomed overhead. Scherezade groaned as she tried to adjust to the bright light. She hated bright lights. "Another to put on our list of mystery candidates, this one is called The Maiden, and rumor has it she has never even been kissed!"

If a mirror was closeby, the girl would have noticed her eyes widen in panic. But there weren't, so she didn't. She was still feeling panicky. She whimpered.

"Our Maiden here enjoys long walks in old places, coffee with cream, and... Well, the main reason she's a Maiden is that she has no hobbies to speak of. None whatsoever. Whoever takes her home is going to be able to just resume their lives! Now let's move on to our next contestant, we're sure there are more interesting ones just waiting to be introduced!"

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective SDN, internal screaming
Date Partner: [member="Daxton Bane"]
Date Name: Black Chika
Attire: Dress
Post: 3

Chikako nearly rolled her eyes upon miss pronouncing, it was one letter, did not really make a difference to the sound that much, unless the Zabrak' name held some sort of meaning like her own. "Whatever you want 'dear', is it really that big of a deal? She was being rather dismissive about the whole thing, it was just some embarrassing stuff they must deal with, sooner or later other CIS forces would come in and save the, not like this is supposed to take this seriously... right?

Seemed Daxton had plans, very different plans, "w-w-w-w-wait hold on a minute what do you mean by that", she remarked failing her hands around a bit, was the Zabrak already trying to bed her? The more said Sith lord went on the more embarrassed Chiako became, dressed being worn by the men, aggressive woman, wait is that why he liked her? because Echani are usually aggressive in this type of field and their warrior powerless? "S-s-s-s-slow down, what are you saying, this is going way too fast for me".

Her mind was abuzz with what to do, but again not like there was much choice, besides if she did not join the man in dance the bug people would probably make them some way or another, 'just get it over which Fredricka, dance, bow whatever it take and then sit down before your head explodes'. Taking the man’s hand, she was suddenly pulled into a rather elaborate dance, once full of acrobatic displays of smooth flowing motion, like a master of Shi'choo using a saber, herself a bit glad the attire she was wearing fitted rather tightly around her waist and legs. As such combined with her knowledge of dance and material arts move could keep up with the rather energetic dance, putting on quite the show for anyone watching, Daxton easily able to handle the young Echani's small frame.

 

[Daxton Bane]

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

“No need to be shy, after all we must show them who Confederates have a good time.” Daxton chuckled good naturedly, as he hoped she understood the message he was trying to convey. They were being spied on and they would need to buy time for help to arrive. It was too risky to try something just now, not without gear or access to the Force, that would be tantamount to suicide and Daxton had no intention to risk their best and brightest in such a futile attempt.

“You’re not a bad dancer, is this your first time on the dance floor?” Using the code Dancer, which means guards. In reality, Daxton was asking her how many guards did she spot along the perimeter.

 

[BX-25233]

Date: [member="The Slave"]
Post: 2

BX-25233 needed to figure out what to say next as he was a droid and this was the first date he ever went to and he has yet learnt the concept of love, love. BX-25233 wondered how in the Maker pleasure droids were able to date organics and please them in organic mating ritual. BX-25233 was also wondering if all organics date infront of these spider people with the risk of being executed.

"Apologies assigned date John Doe but I do not have the sufficient programming nor knowledge of the organic rotual of dating. How does a organic do this dating thing with minimal knowledge on their assigned date. For the safety of our lives I suggest you assigned date John Doe should start the dating rituals and tell me what I am meant to respond with."

BX-25233 was still trying to figure out how he could assist in the dating so him and his assigned date would not end up being executed and the best he could think of was something about the dress his assigned date was wearing.

"I must say assigned date John Doe you have a nice dress however I thought male organics wore suits not dresses however my knowledge on organic cultures and dating rituals are lacking as I stated just before"

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai Yumi

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Objective: 2 (Silence Sneaking Mission)
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"]
Post: 3

Once again any expression on the Dark Jedi Master's face was hidden behind the cold emotionless mark that came with her uniform, "as long as you were not spotted it is fine, but if I hear something about guards stepping up patrols due to missing item you in trouble, got that". She waited for a response before continuing on with the plan, cautiously waking deeper into the alleyway, glancing at the many possible ways into the nearby complex, able to here the slight whispers of... music? That was very odd, but it was the least of her question at the moment.

Turning back to Rex she gave the signal to stop before tapping her ear wanting the Chiss to open up his ear bone stimulated com link, "if you have noticed, Rex but the force signature of our friends are gone, hidden". "Either the complex has some sort of force shield or their captives re using some sort of anti-froce creature to subdue their power, as such we may too lose our connection to the force upon entering, so be prepared to do things the old fashion way". Switching off the com link her eyes once again scanned the side of the complex, picking up on a small grill like object on the side, a vent or air conditioner unit most likely, shielded from the looks of things, but should be easy to disable.


"Rex how good are you at slicing and disabling technology? if you are I can force lift you to that vent up there, you can disable it and then both of use can sneak in, hopefully without alerting anyone to our presence". Something they would need to do quickly, each second that past was one more possibility of being caught of someone picking up on their tail.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

A graceful exit was not something Kurayami was going to be able to pull off. He had to think of a cover as to why he was in an armored flight suit, and armed. Giving these responsibilities to a drunk man was at best a recipe for hilarity, and at worst inviting utter disaster. How this would play out was open to interpretation from all nearby, though it seemed pretty self explanatory as the door opened and the man inside faceplanted onto the ground straight from his seat. He got up raising the bottle in his hand as if in a salute or in victory.

Upon noticing [member="Muad Dib"] and his companion [member="Tyris Hayes"], Kurayami gretted them rather heartily as if they were the oldest of friends. Not entirely true, though Muad had been there during the attack on the Contingency. So kinda true? Maybe? Either way he heard bits and pieces of what Muad was saying about being a famous opera singer gave him an idea.

"Mr. Arekk! Hey, I apologize for being a little late but I was curious as to where you wanted the...uh remaining cases of the namana liquor? I was told in your dressing room for two, think the rest were for someone else. But they haven't come forward to claim them so I can take the reamining 10 as payment for the trip here, return trip home, and having to buy a speeder to transport everything. Also there was about me acting as security for the show."

It took all the concentration he could muster to not slur every single word, time would tell how this harebrained scheme worked out in the end.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Objective: Survive Date Night
Interacting with: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Post: 2

Ahani’s body shivered, her already pale skin taking on a grey sheen before Katrine's eyes. Her eyes glazed, silver pulling at the space between herself and [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"].

“We got kidnapped… they’re keeping us imprisoned for some form of… game. They’ve got Ysalamiri interdicting our abilities to use the Force.” The more Ahani talked, the more her voice rasped and her lungs struggled to take in a breath.

“No… I am not okay…” Folding her arms across her stomach, Ahani leaned forward until her biceps touched the table. “Ahani… you smell like a wolf… knew one once. Van-Derveld… Once.. hah… known him for a few centuries… give or..nnngh. Ok... okay, we're going to play nice till help comes... right... so.. how... how's your day?”

Muscles clenching, Ahani bashed her forehead on the table top a few times. “Think our hosts could get me a frelling drink!”

 

[Ria Misrani]

"The perks of not being a force user," Hakanu groaned involuntarily, he rubbed his eyes open a moment and let them adjust to the light.

[member="Ahani Najwa"] and [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] weren't too far from him. Hakanu listened as one of them spoke, rather the one he happened to be next to. Then he heard wolf, and centuries and suddenly he reminded himself of why he was happy to just be a mere mortal man. "Drinks." The man repeated, and rose and looked about, seemed everyone was in for the same loop. "Not sure you want one of these drinks, but here." The soldier patted himself down and took out a flask, "just whiskey but it's a drink."

The words escape and 'get out of here,' were echoed and he agreed but for now, he'd wait and observe.

 

[Ravenfire]

He listened to [member="Kurenai Yumi"]. "don't worry I returned it before he noticed it was gone." Then following her further down and can hear some music. Hmm interesting.

Not that he had much time to think of that as Kurenai mentioned the fact that couldn't feel anyone else, then feeling out "No there are others still, I can feel them. But you are right I can't feel anyone within the building." then she said going in the old fashion way. "I can work with that, I haven't relied upon the force that long, but we will need a way to undo it to help our friends." Making it around the building he found a air vent with Kurenai.

Then she asked how good he was at slicing and using tech. Rex replied "Well I was a part of the Chiss special ops as a officer.... Oh wait I haven't told you everything yet. Not that it matters right now but yes I can get thru the coding on vent and get us thru." Then being lifted up he to the vent it only takes 30 seconds for him to hack it and lifted Kurenai up as well ready to go thru.

Making his way thru the vents he can see slightly down and see the other confederates. "I see them, wait what are those lizards above them?"

 

[Lyla Quinn]

Know As: Quinn
Outfit: Missing The Pants But It's Not Like That Would Have Made The Thing Any Less Ridiculous
Currently 'Dating': [member="Darth Tacitus"]
Mood: Cranky AF
Goal: Find large can of Raid, familiarize the Harch with it. (But we can settle for 'Find Exit And GTFO Before This Becomes A Bad Monster Made-For-TV Horror Movie')
Posts Made: 2

"Darth Tacitus, huh?" Quinn, fighting the desperate need to rip off the constricting trappings around her lekku and massage the pain from her forehead, pulled herself out of her 'smuggler slouch' and sat up straight if only to hear her table partner over the crowd (and the blinding agony in her skull). "Lyla Quinn. I'd shake your hand but, y'know," she said, jingling the bindings at her wrists. "Usually I don't crack out the handcuffs until the third date, but I guess this is a special occasion." She eyed the man in front of her briefly, the frozen rage in his blue eyes, the commanding set of his shoulders under his suit, almost militaristic in the way he held himself. A man not accustomed to being made to sit in a chair and talk to strange aliens, for sure. Something about the way he'd smiled at the Host immediately made Quinn one hundred percent glad he was on her side for now.

At least, she hoped he was. On their side, that is. The only other experience she'd ever had with a 'Darth' Something (aside from [member=Darth Metus] who, while radiating the same kind of raw power, seemed to apply it with a keen sense of wisdom) had been wildly unpredictable and overly aggressive, and she couldn't help wonder in her inexperience if they were all somewhat similar in that regard.

Guess she'd find out eventually.

She leaned forward ever so slightly, voice quiet. Not that it would have prevented the tiny cameras floating around their faces from hearing them, but Quinn hadn't any kriffs left to give right now. "Please tell me you have some tricks up that mechanical 'sleeve' of yours, 'cause I am so ready to blow this joint," she said conspiratorially. "I'm guessing if you could use the Force, you wouldn't still be sitting here?" Quinn scanned their surroundings, pausing on the hanging ysalamiri above. "So what do we need to destroy for you to get your mojo back...?"

 

[Garza]

Objective: Shhhhhh. Imma hunting wabbits!
Allies nearby: [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"],
Post: 1
NPC: Operation Darkstar "Obsidian Ops - Oops"

Nimma moved forward with quite some speed. The operative aw quite nimble and quick on her feet. She made almost no sound as she moved forward. The simple suit of pilot armor she wore was light enough to be armor, but not heavy armor like the others of the Darkstar were currently wearing. I was wearing my own contempt armor. The black layers of cloth aided in my stealthy movement as we both walked down the hall. I carried in my hand a suppressed pistol, while she carried a rifle.

Sure I did have my lightsaber with me, and the same rifle she had, but I didn't want to expose myself around a corner if I wanted to hold my weapon up and aim. Coming around said corner, I made sure that the rounds in my pistol were subsonic, and that the suppressor was correctly attached. Taking aim, I looked around the corrner with a peek. A very quick motion of the head out around the corner, and back into it. Ingrained in my head was the hall.

Two men about 20 paces ahead both facing out from a door that they were guarding. Motioning silently with my hand in a claw motion, Nimma reached into her pouch and produced a very small spider droid. She placed it on the ground and then released it. Letting the rifle sling down to her side, she then pulled out a datapad that was connected to the spider's feed. Watching it as I peeked once more. The guards were still there, and talking rather loudly.

Good, means they wouldn't hear the rapid two rounds I fired down the hallway. The slugs piercing the back if the first's neck, and the second one shattering the visor of the second man. Both spots that I had hit were prime targets to drop your foe very easily. I quickly reached out with the force and grabbed both men with telekinesis, as well as all the shards of the visor. preventing them from hitting the ground and causing a lot of noise.

Hearing in my ear now,

"So far, no one has attempted to come into the doors you guys came in."
"10-4"

Only I was allowed to talk on this mission to the others of Darkstar outside. My helmet prevented sounds from leaving the privacy of my head. Only those outside could hear me. Not even Nimma who was standing beside me could hear. Currently, she had the spider droid at the door. Working on the opening of it, as well as making sure that when it opened, no sensors went off, or notified that the door had even been opened. Crouched down, I then slowly made my way to the door as soon as it opened. Nimma following closely behind me.

Yes, while we had other operatives who were attempting to get into where the our men and women were trapped, I was attempting to make sure that the feed for their show continued on. As well as controlling everything electronically so that when everything hit the fan, everyone would watch as the CIS came out on top.

 

[IMD-2BC]

Objective: Survive Date Night
Attn: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 2

As 2BC came to the only sensation she had at first was a sort of white flash before a blank black screen presented itself. A big imperial logo showed itself before running early diagnostics. Words flew across her "vision" with an incomprehensible speed, though this was not really vision, more of a "minds eye" of sorts. Eventually that gave way to actual vision as more and more systems initiated themselves, words continued to fly across her vision as eventually everything came into working order. As he memory came online she remembered exactly what had happened, yes she had just found a place in the "Confederacy of Independent Systems" or whatever, she really could care less who she was working for as long as she had a purpose. They landed on this world which apparently needed help, and then nothing.

Not it appeared she was sitting across from some woman at a table for two, in what appeared to be a massive arena. She appeared to have been forced into a small black dress that was much too small for her size, it didn't even go below her hips. It appeared to be made for a child. Even more strange, she had been placed across from another female. She recognized the species of the spectators as the "Harch" obviously they did not know anything about galactic culture. Even worse, this place was full of safety infractions. Lizards in bubbles without air holes or food, lizards in the first place, the stands were significantly over capacity, the floors had not been properly sanitized, this place was a mess. It was so bad she almost forgot about the person sitting across form her.

"And now here we have yet another droid. The serial number on this one says IMD-2BC but for simplicity sake we are just going to call em Barry." The announcer said. This was going to be more than interesting, they put her in a dress yet called her a man.

"From what we can tell Barry is a medical droid, so lets see if they can doctor up some love tonight." Oh, it was a dating show. Fun.

If she had the ability to 2BC would probably be having a panic attack at the moment. Having to deal with so many organics would be traumatizing. Luckily she had no such ability, instead she would just be as awkward as normal.

"So.... nice weather we're having..." She said, nervously tapping her finger against the small table.

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Objective: Get through the front door.
Attn [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
Post: 3

Now all he had to do was get in the door with the very obvious bulge in his pants. He would just have to roll with it, or else things would go bad very quickly. There was always the risk he could blow off his manhood but it's not like he was using it anyway, at his age anyway.

He walked down the red carpet, waving to the throngs of spectators and allowing his picture to be taken. Nobody questioned his authenticity which was fantastic, if anyone asked he was "Mr. Arekk's" manager. Nobody would question him if they didn't question his partner in crime. He slowly made his way up to the door, before his AI decided it would be a great time to chime in.

"What is your plan to get through the door exactly? Just hope they dont search your pants?"

"Pretty much."

"Foolproof."

As he reached the end of the black carpet he was met with a particularly large Harch who happened to be the bounder at the building. He checked Tyris out, before stopping at his pants, obviously noticing the rather large bulge protruding from his special area. He put his hand on his chin in a thinking posture. Before moving to speak in the oh so charming insectoid voice.

"Sir would you mind explaining that large bulge protruding from your pants."

"You see sir I am just rather large in that area, nothing to be suspicious about."

The harch looked around, clearly thinking about whether he was going to search that area with the large crowds and omnipresent cameras. Clearly this Harch would much rather let Tyris through than be caught searching that area for a weapon, so he just waved him in like nothing happened. Better to not have headlines like "Security guard gropes 50 year old man" all over the holonet. So he just waved Tyris inside with a "Move along."

He was now into the real party, the real deal. He would have to play it cooler than a snipers heart-rate. These were the most cold blooded people in the galaxy, celebrities.