Judged for Failure; Imperial Confederation Dominion of Chandrila

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: #3; Barsen'who?
Equipment: Lightsaber (Blue) & Throwing Knives
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range, Chandrila
Interaction with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

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At her brother’s assent, the young woman brightened all the more, giving him a pleased little grin. Oh, to be the first to peek into an unexplored sanctuary! With any luck, and perhaps a bit of further… persuasion, she may even be able to convince Seto to look around the abandoned temple. Just to ensure it was safe for the others, of course.

Joyously, with her steps light and nimble, Marriskcal followed after the other, near skipping onto the platform in the whimsical mood she found herself in. She hummed a slightly out-of-tune melody, a song of sorts that the blonde heard one of the maids sing as she went about her task.

Perhaps there was still a long way for her to journey before she could come to accept her self-imposed exile and her abandonment of. There were still more days where the blonde found herself submerged in a dark mire than not, but today seemed to be a one of her rare days where she caught a peek of the light at the faraway horizon.

A low chuckle she heard made her turn her head back towards Seto. She blinked as she drew close to her brother, as the swirls of mischief and thrill that coloured his presence was a rare occurrence. Just as she thought he was about to point out an interesting sight or a rare creature to her, the male spoke. For a moment, Marriskcal brows were furrowed in bemusement, as she tried to unravel his words as her usually cautious brother could not have possibly said what she thought he said.

Until he leapt off the edge of the platform.

Her own smile gaining an impish shade, the blonde stepped away from the sturdy durasteel surface into empty air, allowing gravity to take ahold of her form. The rocky walls of the canyon rushed past her as the ground grew closer and closer. With the auspices of the Force ever willing to arise at her beckon, Marriskcal slowed her descend, her attire and hair fluttering around her as her heels touched the hewn stone ledge of the temple.

Other than giving the group of waiting workers a light wave, the young woman was contented to let Seto to speak to them. While she had conducted missions on her own when she was still in First Order space, most of them has been straightforward or only required a small group of escorts that already know their tasks well ahead of time. Something that required a scale of complexity such as this was not something Marriskcal was well-versed with. She was merely here for the prospect of an adventure.

As Seto stepped up the steps and his aura began to swell and focus, the blonde knew what her brother was attempting to do. She stopped before where the steps began, standing on the tip of her toes as she prepared herself to steal a peek beyond when he reminded her of the safety of the others.

With a faint blush shading her cheeks, for Marriskcal still had the tendency to forget that the people around her are easily affected by the ebb and flow of the Force, she stole a glance at the team that were gathering behind her. Their aura and gazes were curious as they observed what their Commissar was about to attempt. “I will,” she promised, tempering her own elation with prudence.

With a flicker of her mind, her presence flowed, creating an invisible arc behind her as the stone doors groaned as it began to shudder open…

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[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Outside City Park, Nearby streets and stores
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Cyn returned her gaze down the street filled with shops and the like, people all exploring and enjoying themselves. Her features darkened when asked of what she was hunting, her smile removed and replaced by her lips with a straight line across her cheeks. "Only something I've been hunting for these past few days, rumors of other Officers and Troopers and yet here I am with nothing to show for all my work of searching." Cyn explained to Hayes with a rather unfitting serious tone from what she sounded like moments ago.

The Pixie Commander took a single step forward, her heel firmly planted down before her next foot followed and she eyed the sidewalk ahead of her with a rather intense pair cerulean eyes. Cyn arched her head to the side and looked over to Hayes with a softer look than she had given to the sidewalk moments earlier, "-I was told that we could find this place of importance for a lot of travelers and tourists next to two rival bakeries and a perfect view of the new park." Cyn explained the vague directions given to her from another fellow pilot.

Can't believe he didn't just give me his spare Caramel Apple. Cyn exhaled deeply at the thought, with a small gesture; a quick bow of her head to Hayes she asked "Perhaps if you wouldn't mind showing me where exactly I could find this place? Quite a cryptic description I'm afraid. The poor man wouldn't offer me anymore before he quickly went on his way." Cyn added.

Cyn had barely spoken to that same pilot before he had just bolted after she asked where he found those delectable apples. She hoped that Hayes would know of such exquisite place, perhaps somewhere far and away from the hustle of this new park and all the dark rumors of youthful rebels and protesters. The galaxy is filled with so many hopeful people, if only they drove their passion through other avenues of their lives. Cyn awaited for Hayes answers and silently prayed that he had heard of such a place.

[member="Lannik Hayes"]

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli Ashlyn Graf
Chandrila Equatorial Plane, Glistening Beach
Tags: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

The pair of hazel eyes glared intently towards one of Tanomas' guards. "Step aside." She snarled not unlike an irritated Lothwolf standing at nearly six and a half feet tall and thusly Dwarfing the soldier they acquiesced, leaving behind initial reticence and unobstructing Kyli's path. She could smell the tang of chem-laced sweat even from fifty feet away, it was the tell-tale mark of a Death Trooper one only their augmented bodies created for increased efficiency in thermal cooling. Sun's rays beat down mercilessly upon Kyli's fair glistening visage her spheres turning almost brass in the ocean's reflection which crawled up and down the shore nearby. Wearing a pair of tan, olive and black uniform trousers with a coyote coloured undershirt tucked into those long leg-sheathing fatigues gently clinging to the contours of her athletic body.

Kyli, the scion of noble-born Kuat aristocrats was not exactly the picture of feminine beauty even though some had considered her face attractive, beneath the shoulders she sported the Physique of a masculine Olympic weightlifter and through no fault of her own. The body DT-6767 exhibited was the product of unnatural genetic engineering along with painful and life-altering surgically-implanted machine parts, polymers, snaking microscopic muscle force-multiplying output circuits and chemical mutagenesis. "Father?" She began watching Arvis only to observe the silly pooch plant his skull into a loose mound of sand, emerging happily not long thereafter. That put a visible smile on Kyli's face although she did not permit her own discipline to crack into laughter.

Unfastening the blaster pistol holster wrapped around her left leg above the knee, Kyli put it carefully down into the sand taking care to not permit any ingressing into the barrel and disarming the weapon thusly through removing its' powercell stashing it in a pocket before rising up onto feet. Not bothering to take them off she stared out into the ocean in Solemn thoughtfulness taking a few steps forward beside Tanomas who was relaxing slumped on some long plastoid chair before Kyli herself slumped down into the sand behind him with knees pressed against her chest she perches elbows above them and rests chin across forearms. "Looks like Arvis is having a good time scampering along the beach." She mused, weariness evident in her throat. Hazel spheres turned upto the man who had become the closest thing to a real parent she'd ever known. "Are you going in?"

 

[Har'xa Escala]

Har’xa Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his firstborn
Location: Hotel La Primavera, Skygarden, Hanna City, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Lin'yao Escala"]

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The most discreet of motions that he caught out of the corner of his eyes was enough for the older male to know that his son has arrived for their appointment. While the other was delayed, Har’xa has been kept updated on his schedule and knew that Lin’yao was headed for La Primavera straight after he has arrived at the starport. It was due to the knowledge of his circumstances that the Admiral allowed his heir to be seated with nary a chastisement.

Instead, the Epicanthix took the opportunity to study the features and form of his firstborn, a father’s concern for his children surging up. After all, exchanging words through a holoprojector only allowed him limited assessment of the other’s wellbeing. And while he had made a mistake of letting his youngest to neglect his own health and deteriorate until he was but a mere shadow of himself, Har’xa does not commit the same mistake twice.

After a moment of silence, the older male inclined his head in acknowledgement of his scion’s greeting. “Greetings, my son. I’m as well as I can be.” Here, he gave his son a faint smile, deciding to continue along with the lines of pleasantries before they eventually moved on towards more… disagreeable matters. “Your mother sends her love and regards,” Har’xa paused for a moment, pushing a delicately wrapped box across the table towards his son.

“She is doing well, but she misses you and has asked me to pass you some homemade treats she had made especially for you.” With Sula worrying over Kou and his willful stubbornness, she had declined to accompany him even though she desired to fuss over Lin. While most of his anger has burned out and only the embers of it remained, his youngest son was still simmering in his frustration. “She will be pleased to know that you look to be in excellent health.”

Har’xa leaned forward, his movements graceful as he poured a cup of tea for his son, making a small gesture for the other partake in it before they continued to speak. “And we do. I hope you have been well on your end?”

 

[Har'xa Escala]

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Whoops, I double posted.​

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[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant
Objective: #2; A Walk in the Park
Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, Vibrodagger, Blaster
Location: Near the City Park, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

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Aaaaaaaannnnnd, it seemed like he had asked the wrong question.

A frisson of fear shivered its way down his spine as he caught yet another glimpse of her serious mien. While his companion attempted to affect a neutral demeanour, it did nothing to convince him of her earlier good nature. And with the shade of her voice solemn and monotonous compared to her earlier cheer, he felt fething confused.

Despairingly, Lannik wondered who did he offend in his past life that all the blonde women he has met in this life are mercurial and temperamental creatures. But since her ire did not seem to be directed towards his person, the sergeant took it with aplomb, arching a brow behind the anonymity his helmet as the other… well, skirted around the issue.

When Alucard graced him with a gentler glance, the brunet felt inordinately tired with following her fluctuating moods and decided to just kark it and go along with the flow. Whatever it was that the young woman was looking for, it sounded extremely urgent and of utmost importance, especially since she had been hunting for this Unidentified Mysterious Object X over the span of several days now.

With the vague hints she had given, Lannik gave it some thought. And despite the number of shops that lined the area, there were only one place that truly fit the description that the blonde gave. The rivalry between the two bakeries were infamous, and even for someone who was only here for the past week, the sergeant has heard too much news about the arguments and the challenges the two owners issued at each other.

“You’re in luck. I know exactly the place you’re looking for,” he started, wondering why in the galaxy that Alucard was looking for a handcrafted and homemade candy store. Perhaps she had a contact there that was willing to provide her with information on the war criminal’s partners? Either way, with all the deflecting she was attempting, Lannik could only think of such a reason.

But really, she’s quite terrible at this…

“While the shop does offer a perfect view of the park, it’s situated in a ‘square’ of sorts, so it’s easy to miss if the person who gave you those directions didn’t give you a landmark to look out for.” The stormtrooper began to walk, gesturing for the blonde to follow after him. “It’s about seven minutes walk from here. If you don’t mind my company, it’s part of my route, so I’ll be more than happy to take you right up to its doorsteps.”

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Tanomas Graf, Certified Dad​

Objective IV - Long Overdue​

Location: The Beach - Equatorial Plan, Chandrila​

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"Father?"

A tenuous sense of dread washed over him for a moment, the older man blinking when he heard an accented voice call out to him from behind. He pursed his lips as he remembered a long-gone voice repeat the phrase, the unease rising before suddenly subsiding when he was drawn back to reality by Arvis' whine. Tanomas looked over his shoulder at the face of his recently-adopted daughter, a grin of familiarity creeping over the lightly-wrinkled corners of his lips, the rays being cast over them by the system's star causing him to squint his eyes slightly. It was quite unreal to see the woman standing near him without armour, his thoughts vividly remembering his own virescent exosuit that he had only just gotten acquainted with before the incident, the same being said for his relationship to the former ALPHA team in general.

He supposed at least half of his former colleagues parted amicably with him: Both Kyle and Zarha, or Lynda as she now preferred, served in CorSecFor, the latter of which having enlisted in Tanomas' very own military as a reservist (or so he had heard). And Kyli...Kyli was now his daughter, something that still made him swell with pride even if he didn't know how in the seven hells it had happened. He supposed it was a very favourable arrangement, as they needed each other mentally more than ever, especially since they had no idea what had happened to the others...if they were even alive. Graf had never had children, not for lack of desire but because he never had the chance, the Caridan countryman being thrown from conflict to conflict until he finally freed himself, but it was too late.

Tanomas caught himself in the middle of his internal monologue, his eyes no longer glazed over when his dark brown eyes finally locked back onto her hazel ones. "Arvis loves the beach, ever since I let a certain weapons director take him to Scarif for 'reasons'." He recalled, scratching behind the beagle's ears much to its delight, "I'm waiting for him to bolt off one day and have a novatrooper chase after him with a leash, I could use a show." He raised an arm towards a small table to his left, the surface occupied by a small holoradio playing a boisterous piece called 'Separate Ways' and a pitcher of some sort of tropical beverage, likely alcoholic in nature.

"Maybe in a few minutes, I've just been watching the ocean for the past hour, trying to get my tan on. I saw a few primitive sailing ships go by earlier." Graf disclosed, pouring himself a glass of the drink and taking a small sip, "When you do what I do, you never get to appreciate anything for its true beauty. I used to see the worlds in this Core as nothing more than assets, but I've come to realize they mean much more than that. The same could be said about people, myself included - Want a drink, dear?" He gestured to a pair of empty crystal glasses on the table next to the pitcher.

 

[Lin'yao Escala]

Lin'yao Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his father
Location: Hotel La Primavera, Skygarden, Hanna City, Chandrila
Interacting With: [member="Har'xa Escala"]
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[SIZE=9pt]Crimson pupils watched the face of Yao's father, studying him with intent interest and worry. His father was old, of course, Lin knew that. Though his father looked older than ever now, he was tired and weary with worry, anxiety, anger, and annoyance. Yao knew that all of his father's tiredness was not directed at him, he knew that. The two had been conversing ever since he had left home, keeping up-to-date with one another as best as the two members of house Escala could do despite their oftentimes busy schedule. Though in recent months communications had all but ceased. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Lin'yao had been sending his father, and more importantly, his mother the medical records from every evaluation of his condition. It hadn't acted up ever since he was a child though both of his parents had still wanted to keep an eye on it just encase because they worried about him. But he wasn't what was worrying his father, it was Kou'ha, of course[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] it was him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I'm glad that you're doing good, father. I miss mother, how is she? And please give her my regards and love as well, and tell her I will be home within a week's time. I need to attend to some business matters and after [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]that[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] I will finally be able to come back.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn't the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]heirs place to ask about such things regarding his brother, after all, his father would bring up Kou'ha if they needed to talk about him. But he hadn't yet, so he spoke naught of his brother. Shifting his attention away from the examination of his father's features, Lin listened and recalled the words which his father spoke, giving a courteous ‘Thank You’ to his father after he had poured some tea for him. And then, as if it were some normal procedure, a liquid-esque second skin flew out from Lin's right index finger and spread up and across it, stopping at the knuckle. The finger looked now to be made of metal of some sort, metal[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] that showed no visible creases or skin folds or wrinkles or anything of the sort, perfectly smooth. It was a byproduct of the Epicanthix's condition. A byproduct which he was now using to stir the hot tea around whilst his left hand poured in some sugar to make the tea sweeter against his lips and taste buds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I'm doing as well as I possibly can be, father. Thank you for asking. I was able to start up that mining company we talked about two years ago, and I've begun finalization for a private military organization as well, it will allow me to dabble in politics luckily. How's...how's life been since I've been gone?”[/SIZE]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range
Objective: Barsen'who?
Actions: Looking Deeper into the Jedi Temple
Attire:

Spoiler: Suit

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Seto, confident with his sister guarding the rest, he concentrated further into opening the door, the giant slabs of stone moved inch by inch before finally offering up several meters wide. His hands released the hold on both the locking mechanisms and the doors proper, relaxed that nothing had immediately jumped out to attack them or a large wave of dust covered them as well. But what a pain to open this door. Seto mused to himself, perhaps whatever Jedi Master built this Temple, built per their strict guidelines.

He turned around and gave Marr a thumbs up and a thankful nod, before he walked up the steps leading into the now opened Temple. Perhaps it was a good thing we opened it this way instead of through. . . force. Seto inwardly cringed at his own poor joke, but thus far attempting to use explosives to open the slabs would had been difficult regardless. Deep blue eyes scanned the stone slabs used as doors and noted how broad and massive the slabs were, and well, at least they had proven to be decent enough doors to last as long as they have for untold years.

The hallway that laid in front of him was similar design, much carved from the surrounding stones, but the two large statues of what Seto could guess were of giant guardians armored as if ready for battle. The design was fascinating and Seto continued to stare upwards as he stepped further into the Temple to only freeze in place, a surge of the Force flowed around him, but disappeared and what it left were flames near the ceiling of the Temple.

Seto frowned, his eyes danced across the statues, the flames and then finally around him as he wondered what triggered that reaction from the Temple. Is something, or rather, someone still alive within the Temple proper? Seto stretched his senses outwards but was meant with nothing that felt like a living person or an animal for that matter.

With a soft sigh, he could already remember a certain Jedi Knight's voice in his, "It's called the Living Force after all Seto." Her voice echoed within his head as he gestured for the rest of the excavation team to enter. "Nothing to worry about here, no robotic sentries or Force Ghosts from what I am able to tell." Seto encouraged the poor souls.

Seto moved gently through the dust littered floor, avoiding puddles of water and other greenery which appeared devil in its attempt to stain his clothing with an abhorrent green. He moved closer to Marr and whispered "-There is something that we need to check out though," Seto explained, while he was certain, enough, that the rest of the team would be just fine. He needed to be convinced of Marr's and his own safety quickly, while he felt no real malice or contempt emitting from deeper within the Temple, if proved too volatile and unpredictable for either of the siblings to handle, well banishment to the bottom of this Canyon would suffice.

"Personally, I've never been a fan of 'The Force wills it, and thus all goes according to the will of the living Force' philosophy." Seto inhaled sharply at the memory of the teaching given to him. He gave his sister a mocking frustrated face, "-All according to the Force's strategy to bring balance," Seto relaxed himself as he started down the hallway.

"Besides, what Jedi can plan around us?"

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Spoiler: Temple Entrance/Hallway

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Outside City Park, Nearby streets and stores
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Could she burst into a jump of joy? Perhaps, but Cyn had an image to protect of herself after all.

Careful to not seem overly excited of each word of Hayes, as it would give her no good perception of an Officer too eager just to find out they've secured a decent meal for once, Cyn returned her gaze looked for the direction the helpful Stormtrooper gave her. So close, and only seven minutes? Bah. She reigned in her bubbly nature for the sweet comforts of life, and choose instead to remain as passive as she had just been when answering his last question.

"Oh? Really, how fortuitous of us." Cyn responded, her body already moving along next to Hayes, but her steps appeared slightly larger than normal. "-But seven minutes? Now I know we shouldn't simply sprint to said location, would give the people here a start and ruin the perfect situation presented before us." Cyn explained, "-Though I dare say we can cut that down to five minutes?" She asked, her voice growing a tad stern as she shrunk her voice to a quiet tone.

I don't want to exert an already pressed upon Hayes, as well as present myself as overtly eager for such minor things. Cyn contemplated deeply within herself, it was a struggle after all to maintain herself as the perfect TIE Pilot Ace and Squadron Commander of a named Interceptor Wing. Cyn though challenged herself to find that instructor role, so damn the galaxy if she wasn't going to enjoy every perk of serving somewhere calm and relaxing.

No more tight and cramp TIE cockpits, no more near death experiences or needless endangerment of my life. Just simply lectures and scoring exams.

"We shouldn't tarry for too long, after all, we shouldn't miss the reveal of the new Statue." Cyn turned her head to Hayes and offered her best apologetic smile and empathetic nod.

[member="Lannik Hayes"]

 

[Hansen]

Captain Malys
Chandrila Surface, Hanna City, Federal Court
Nearby: [member="ST-00/0666"], [member="SC-01/2876"], [member="CC-15715"]

Malys' crimson-stripe streaked helmet pivots in the direction of a Clone Trooper's voice who interrupted her concentrated whining and railing against the sheer injustice of being relegated to glorified door guards. A Clone Trooper, but not just any lab-grown rat. One that out-ranked her, Marvellous Lynda thought. "Yes, Sir." Her voice shivered under the weight of Lynda's disdain and contempt for these creatures, she looked at them as little better than droids soulless things constructed for one purpose: War. Without warning one of her subordinates features began to pulse across Lynda's visor, she blink-clicks the strobing rune. "Leftenant, Report." She told the onyx-skinned woman.

"Captain Malys, Sensor reports indicate that an unidentified convoy of vehicles is approaching in close proximity to the court-house." That wasn't saying much and Lynda's teeth clenched more tightly together, frustrated. It couldn't just be any 'Unidentified convoy of vehicles' otherwise Lieutenant Goge wouldn't have raised it with their Company Commander. "Elaborate Goge." The order came sternly. Lynda's white reinforced duraplast body pivoted in their boots away from the other Soldiers and Stormtroopers gathered outside the courtroom's imposing sound-proofed and sensor baffling doors. Goge who manned an IFT fighter tank at a checkpoint on one of the few streets surrounding the courtroom radioed back almost immediately.

Goge's eyes study the contacts upon her green oscillating auspex scanner within the Fighter Tank's sleek angled hulls. "I've tried to hail them and local Closed-Circuit Surveillance feeds have suggested they're armoured fighting vehicles upon examination." Lynda muses outwardly for a moment. "Thank you Leftenant, abandon the outer checkpoints and pull back towards the block immediately surrounding the courtroom." After a view brief moments, Lynda forwarded the telemetry, sensor and closed-circuit surveillance data to her Regimental Headquarters along with a request for an additional two companies of Coruscanti Guardsmen, they were military Policemen after all.

Pike earns Malys' attention once again except this time she was more appreciative of his presence scorn easing to give way to anxiety that they might be on the receiving end of something very nasty in short order. "Lieutenant Colonel." Lynda began, identifying the man and rank from the biographical tab on helmet mounted display. "How soon could you deploy a Battalion to the Central Business District to protect the courthouse here?" She knew the question would solicit the inquery 'Why do you want to know?' So Captain Maylys pre-empted it and addresses every Stormtrooper and Soldier outside the courtrooms' gargantuan Durasteel doors. "Listen up, one of my Platoon Commander has alerted me to a convoy of unidentified armoured vehicles moving through the central business district. We should clear the Civilians away from the courthouse and reinforce the checkpoints on every street of this block." That was her surrgestion to Pike, Choleric in tone and temperament her irritation landed hot and heavy in the courthouse's lobby.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Tobias Wrynn, Lance Corporal
ChandrilTech Compound
Nearby: Enemies, everywhere.

He dropped low when the security drones went overhead, acutely aware of their sound. The metal did not give any sort of thermal or electrical signature on his HUD, which led him to believe that they were coated in some sensor baffling metal. Too small to make for a decent target, Wrynn elected to simply evade them on his course toward the mark.

Slipping through the high grass, the Stormtrooper chewed on his lip as he watched several patrols change. There was a tight and practiced form to their movements, almost like they had proper military training. It might even be safe to assume they were hired help, given the absolute state of the Core over the past few weeks.
Coruscant was a symbol, and deprived of its freedom under Imperial rule, nearby systems flew into a panic.

It was a mercenary's wet dream, not that Wrynn knew anything about that.

He scanned the length of outer wall closest to him for any entrances. When he found none, he glanced up at the rooftop and considered the alternative option. He had the grapple and fibercord, at the very least. It might even be safest to scale the wall from one of the towers, since no one appeared to be patrolling the wall itself.

"Alright," Tobias mused. "Now..."

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli Ashlyn Graf
Chandrila Equatorial Plane, Glistening Beach
Tags: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

"You let Caalgen take Arvis to Scarif?" Kyli's dark spheres meet her adoptive father's gaze the forerunner of a smirk indents itself into left corner of her pursed lips before being spirited away, she seldom gave her emotions away through facial expression but more in body language and the list towards Tanomas spoke of deep affection that Kyli struggled to conceal. She allows her dainty hand to join Tanomas' and tentatively scratched Arvis' head with shaky anxiety, it was taking her time to become accustomed to the four-legged furry boy although his good-nature and gentleness steadily ingratiated Arvis into Kyli's heart. In years long pass on a distant icy world, she had been attacked by a massive shaggy Wolf that stood at least eight feet tall high and that attack's legacy was an instictive fear of anything resembling a hound.

Tanomas' jest about a Novatrooper clanking after Arvis in a suit of Mark IX Katarn Armour brutally forced a tight smile to impress itself into the fair steadily burning skin of Kyli's face. "That would be funny." Kyli agrees simply, taking a break from nervously petting Arvis to start unlacing her coyote brown composite-toed boots. A Coruscant Security Force badge slides out of right trouser pocket out onto the sand, Kyli didn't perceive or feel its' escape as she was pre-occupied with the boots hugging her ankles. "I would quite like to know how to sail, go out on the water on my own." She finally pulled one of those tightly laced crushing slickers off her short feet revealing a black cotton sock that also peeled down her Kyli's pale skin revealing a few scabs where blisters had healed recently.

A pair of crimson streams drip lazily down through Kyli's sinuses down through nostrils onto her trousers and into the golden sand. "Urgh." Hands threw a small amount of sand into her eyes with both hands' fingers clawing at the temples of her skull. Tanomas would have been able to instantly recognise the debilitating symptoms of her nervous system augmentations and the surgically-implanted reaction system that squatted above both halves of her brain like a large spider upon a skein of webs. It wasn't just Kyli's nostrils which lazily oozed sanguine now but her ears aswell, mixed with straw-coloured central nervous system fluid. It is a sickly display and after leaving red bruised skin along her face where nails tore she pulls away from the pain sensation with the reticence of one who went through further suffering to escape whatever malaise possessed them.

Holding up a palm Kyli waves it once. "Dad I'm okay." She insisted while her appearance and bloodshot eyes told another story, forcing a false fragile smile Kyli's hazel spheres focus on the half-full pitcher filled with a presumably alcoholic beverage. "Yes please." The answer came with professional palatable politeness drilled into Kyli since childhood by the First Order. "I'm proud of what you're doing back on Coruscant, Father." It came with heartfelt sincerity and was carried onto the air with warmness.

 

[Har'xa Escala]

Har’xa Escala
Objective: #4; Catching up with his firstborn
Location: Hotel La Primavera, Skygarden, Hanna City, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Lin'yao Escala"]

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“Your mother is doing well and has been holding up admirably, my decision to move the clan to the Core notwithstanding.” While Sula continued to tease him cheerfully about the sudden affliction of his midlife crisis every now and then, she had been purely supportive. “And I will. She will undoubtedly be ecstatic to hear that you will be coming home for a visit and will no doubt spoil you terribly,” Har’xa said with a hint of wry amusement colouring his tone.

As his heir’s finger lengthened and turned dark to stir the cup of tea before him, the older male shook his head faintly with a soft ‘tsk’. “This place has perfectly acceptable silverware for your convenience. One would think you have lost your manners and turned into a savage in the short time you have left home,” he chastised, picking up his own steaming cup to take a sip of the fragrant tea. Despite the nature of his words, it was said in a teasing manner, for Har’xa knew Lin did it on purpose to elicit a reaction out of him.

“I am glad as ever to hear that your endeavours have been successful. And while I would like to heard more about your future plans and directions, perhaps it would be better if we return to the matter when you are home and we can speak at our leisure.” Despite his usually stoic demeanour, the Admiral was still first and foremost a father, and he missed spending time with his children.

“Life… is what it is,” he said, waving his hand carelessly in the air in an act that was usually unlike the formal male. “The ponderous nature of bureaucracy is neverending, but I am slowly adapting back into my previous role. Kou, however, has been his usual stubborn self.” The slight stress in his tone elucidated what Har’xa thought of his youngest son’s tantrum. “He has been nothing but frustrating, and it is beginning to affect Sula. Perhaps it would do him some good if you were to speak to him when you are home.”

 

[CC-2226]

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CORUSCANT​

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"They're around here somewhere." It was a voice that was identical to hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands, and a million others; Clone. They were never perceived too fondly, or so the filthy glances and blatantly prolonged stares had spoken loud enough to echo the unsaid within their helmets that varied from the bog standard. Their design had been sleeker, as if it were more aerodynamic, and their visor far thinner as it strayed away from the typical 'T' that closely resembled that of a Mandalorians.

"Thanks!" Another replied as equally ecstatic as it was sarcastic, continuing; "I would have never thought that." They claimed as they lurched forwards in an attempt to further exaggerate. "For someone named 'Flash', you're not very bright." He seemed more or less unbothered by the avoidance citizens seemed to provide, especially as they leaned looked to their right, letting their concealed gaze move behind the figure in the middle to lock visors with the other.

"Eugh." Flash groaned as they shrugged. "Least I ain't named 'Brick'." He further chuckled, amusing one another as they searched the surrounding area for someone or some thing.

Barr turned straight around and the two halted in their tracks; his armour varied from the other two, namely the kama that flowed freely from his hip and the bandolier that crossed his torso. "No games." He reminded, pointing towards Flash and Brick. "You find 'er, and we take them back. I don't want to be down here any longer than I have to."

And, to which they replied in unison, "Yessir." Expressing the utmost enthusiasm in their tones.

Barr had been suspicious of these lower levels, even if this one wasn't too low. They'd witnessed an individual carrying too many weapons for comfort - subsequently moving to apprehend aboard their speeders but they slipped away. Now, they moved beneath the neon lights that bathed the walkways in search of this fugitive.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati, Civilian
Objective: #3; Barsen'who?
Equipment: Lightsaber (Blue) & Throwing Knives
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range, Chandrila
Interaction with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

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The young woman watched with quiet anticipation as the door creaked open, her influence over the Force waning only when her brother gestured that it was clear. Her own senses remained quiet and calm as she began to make her way up the tiered steps, following close behind Seto. While her presence remained curious and elated, it was threaded through with a hint of caution as she entered within the boundaries of the opened stone doors.

Her eyes flickered across the expanse of the corridor before them, taking note of the two guardians that loomed over their forms. Marriskcal paused in her steps, frowning up at the intricately carved stone figures as the older male continued to make his way onwards. And that was when both brother and sister felt the faint flow of unfamiliar aura. As Seto froze in place, the blonde fell into a neutral stance, her hand falling to her lightsaber hilt.

Then room was suddenly filled with a warm flickering light as the sconces and the candelabra above came alive with flames, causing a soft exclamation of surprises and distress from the team following them behind. A light frown found its way to her lips, as even before they stepped foot within the abandoned sanctuary, Marriskcal has sent her presence trailing ahead as always. And even now, it remained quiet and serene.

Even as Seto called for the rest of the team to continue onwards, the blonde stared up at the silent guardians above her. Did the temple sense beings who are able to influence the Force? If so, they would have to be cautious as their continued to journey deeper within, for this may invariably work against both her brother and herself if the abandoned sanctuary held traps that can be tripped by their presence.

Her lips pressed into a straight line as the male began to speak in a low tone, nodding in silent assent with his words. Until he spoke of the philosophy espoused by some. “I cannot say that I’m a… fan… of such teachings either.” Marriskcal wrinkled her nose to match her brother’s own distaste for the words he quoted. Truly, it was silly what some beings chose to believe in. But Seto was right.

With a gentle smile back on her fair features, the young woman took a few wide steps until she was walking beside her brother. “Whatever they had planned, we’ll overcome~” Stealing a glance up at the male, Marriskcal nudged her shoulder against his arm in a gentle manner. “I refuse to allow a who-knows-how-old abandoned Jedi Temple get the better of us.” Her eyes gleamed in knowing mischief as the siblings reached the next set of doors that stretched high.

“You know, I’m almost disappointed that this isn’t more like an Eisley Novar holomovie.” She was most curious about those boulder traps and pitfall traps and if they truly existed.

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[Lannik Hayes]

Lannik Hayes, Stormtrooper Sergeant
Objective: #2; A Walk in the Park
Equipment: Katarn Multipurpose Battle Armour, Vibrodagger, Blaster
Location: Near the City Park, Chandrila
Interacting with: [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

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His eyes shifted to the side to look at the blonde who had caught up to his side. By now, Lannik has more or less resigned himself to the ever-changing temperament of his companion and written it off as a quirk of hers. At least Alucard hasn’t threatened to kill me just yet. The last few people the unfortunate stormtrooper had met has threatened to kill him at least once, with his charge topping the charts.

But the brunet still held hope.

The day was still long, after all.

Ah, optimism.

“It should not be an issue on my end,” he answered carefully. The sergeant had only given the estimation of seven minutes out of consideration for the pilot. But perhaps all the delay and difficulties she had experienced in the past several days has severely cut down on the timeframe where the contact was willing to linger around?

But as the young woman only offered the wet tissue of a reasoning in response, Lannik increased the width of each steps he took and his pace quickening to a brisk walk. “We shouldn’t. I heard that the new statue will be revealed with all the pomp and pageantry it deserves,” the brunet agreed. Pomp and pageantry indeed. It seemed that he had picked up more Marr-speak than he had realised.

“An absolutely scintillating speech, a starship salute, fireworks and the likes. And all the who’s who will be gathered for a gala of sorts.” Not that a lowly stormtrooper would be invited to such a grand dig. And even if he was invited, it was not his type of scene. Give him hard liquor at a bar in the sleazy part of town anytime.

With him chattering away about everything and nothing, time passed swiftly and the two unlikely companions for the day found themselves standing in front of the elusive store. And as Alucard has mentioned previously, there were already plenty of people milling around the area, either waiting for people that were queuing to buy pastries from either of the two bakeries, or sweet treats from the candy store.

“Would you like for me to wait for you?”

Do you need backup?

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom Imperial special agent and assassin strolled about the cityscape nonchalantly sipping a cup of hot tea. People bustled to and fro as they went about their daily lives. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens and scraped the clouds with metal peaks. It was a wonderful day with the sun shining, it's rays caressing the earth with soft light. Desmond sighed as he brought the tea to his mouth and inhaled the delightful aroma. Closing his eyes he savored the smell and finally brought it to his lips. He drank slowly from the cup letting the delectable ambrosia wash over his palette. Absolutely wonderful.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Chandrila Canyon Range
Objective: Barsen'who?
Actions: Looking Deeper into the Jedi Temple
Attire:

Spoiler: Suit

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The aging Temple ahead of them continued to remain rather uninspiring, several smaller exits adorned the side walls, no doubt leading into many other smaller rooms but Seto figured that any Artifact gathering he could leave with the rest of the team. For the moment, there were other more important Force matters for the Commissar to confront.

The young Du Couteau heir offered a skeptical glance around him when his overly enthusiastic sister mentioned her disappointment of how drawl the Temple appeared. Fun would had been the word Seto would have described the holo-movies she had been engrossed with these past few days.

Seto gestured around them, "-Maybe there's a flaw with the construction and some boulders might begin falling on top of us," his sarcastic remark of the possibility of falling rocks aside, another element that had nearly been forgotten was why had it been so difficult to get an accurate map from above the surface. There sensors should not had been struggling to map out a simple Stone Temple, but as impossible goes, the galaxy too never believed in absolutes.

Except being an absolute pain in my side.

The hallway continued on with its similar pattern and aesthetic design, stone carved walls and pillars, perhaps steel to decorate or reinforce certain areas. As the duo continued their journey further down, Seto continued to muse on the bizarre nature of this Temple but he could not place what it was exactly. The ceiling above them continued to ablaze with what Seto could confirm appeared as normal flames, but the initial surge of the Force had yet to return. Perhaps it was simply something done through Force shards or some other mystical Jedi magic.

"Marr," Seto started, "-As strange as this question may sound, have you given thought to pursuing a teaching role for the Commissariat Academy?" Seto asked, after all since their last mission had been a rather fortunate affair for the children they rescued, the Academy on Coruscant never lacked the demand for more instructors.

"Not that you enjoying yourself at our residency has been problematic, not all-" Well, I have been getting complaints from the Chefs and Maids, "-But if you ever wish to learn how to deal with people, starting with children is perhaps a good place to start." Seto suggested to her. He had never thought much of Marr's awkward interactions with strangers, or others, he found her attempts rather adorable to observe. But he soon realized that he couldn't always guarantee his help for her.

The Temple continued to remain eerily silent, but they were both quickly approaching the source of the odd sensations the Force was producing.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Objective: Two A Walk in the Park
Location: Candy Shop, addressing Youthful Punks
Attire:

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Spoiler: Normal Civilian Uniform

Cyn often grew concern with her body dimensions, not so much as the more obvious anatomical parts of her body, mostly simply her height. Already the increased speed by Hayes made her realize that her sudden need to quicken their walk would prove more than a challenge. This was on me after all Cyn, just deal with it.

"Rather mundane for most lines of work we've most likely suffered through, but alas we must work if we are to enjoy what little rewards remain for us," Cyn offered her sympathies to the Trooper, no doubt the extravagant parties and awe inspiring ceremonies must seem so far away no matter how close one may seem to be them when ordered to guard such events.

The young Pilot nodded to him, in complete understanding and she would pull some strings to get Lannik Hayes to enjoy some of the luxuries he continues to fight and guard for, a true soldier. The pair continued their hasty walk towards the shop, and before long Cyn could already smell the sweetness in the air. She had finally made it, and now even the air around her tempted them all to enjoy themselves with sweets and other delicacies.

Cyn continued forward, her feet felt lighter and her spring to her step returned, but with a quick about face, she paused a moment to consider Hayes's words. Wait for me? She focused more of the question and realized that Hayes was not going inside the shop with her, A true Soldier, he still has his patrol. Cyn's sympathy for the man continued to grow, but perhaps she could come to some sort of compromise, after all it was only fair that Hayes too enjoyed the splendor of the caramel apple.

"Let us enter the establishment together. Perhaps that way things will run more expeditious." Cyn answered, her heels clicked as she quickly turned back around to face the Candy shop the other pilot had mentioned days prior.

Nearly bursting into the shop, she eyed everything and her smile broke her passivity and her lips twisted into a rather large smile. The apples were all there, but not just them but other chocolates and sweets. Such designs and appearances she had never seen before, but she promised to herself that she try to taste every single one. The owner appeared rather startled, and shrunk further back into the shop, but Cyn ignored it for another strange happening.

Three pair of voices from the corner of shop were arguing, and all three were rather youthful citizens that appeared rather energetic about something or the other. Cyn cared little, but what she did notice was how sharply they turned their anger from one another and instantly towards her. As if they heard her thoughts of attempting to eat this entire shop and leaving nothing for them in the process. And here I thought most citizens were rather pleasant to deal with.

Two of the youths wore a black backpack and the other had something behind him and beneath his shirt, that much was obvious because Cyn noticed how he kept reaching back there as if an itch had suddenly appeared in his lower back. Perhaps with Hayes, they'll act more calm and reasonable. She really did not want to deal with belligerents or protesters right now, she had already found her target.

"What do you three want? eh." Cyn questioned, her voice a tad annoyed and sour for even confronting the three. Her smile half dissipated and replaced with a scornful smirk. "-Don't you know it's rude to just stare with such venom in your eyes." Cyn added, her own voice dripping with more contempt.

[member="Lannik Hayes"]