Junction Jump and Carry On | [FO] Skism Hex + [GA] Carida Hex

[Eralam]

Quick and painless were not words in Eralam's vocabulary. Brutal and efficient, now there was a pair.

Bullet and blade sang in tandem, cleaving the air with their deadly song as the Shard danced to their rhythm. Each swing of his blade removed limbs and heads with equal aplomb, which each shot found its way into a vital organ. He swirled through the crowd with the unnatural grace and micrometer precision of an industrial robot, the motions at once captivating and unsettling to the human eye. Joints bent at angles that would be ruinous to most organics. Inertia seemed more a gentle suggestion than an immutable law of nature. But then again, the laws of nature were of little concern for a being who existed almost entirely outside of it.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were so damn many of them, Eralam would have made quick work of the mob. The crab bastards were tough, and no mistake. He could see, easily, how mere soldiers would have trouble with them, especially in large numbers. Their carapaces were thick enough to soak up a surprising amount of damage from conventional weaponry, and they were far faster than they had any right to be. One on one, with a good blaster and a strong nerve, they wouldn't be much of a threat to the average soldier. But apparently, the Bryn weren't a fan of fighting fair. 40:1 was a fair approximation of the number who'd shown up to this fight.

How, exactly, they'd managed to get so many onto the planet already was a mystery, let alone how they got them in one place. Vanguard, maybe? Eh, who cares, Eralam thought to himself. He was stacking up bodies with a quickness, and it wouldn't be long before he could finally begin his quest for the forbidden crab boil.

Varick Lechner

 

[Varick Lechner]

Tag: Eralam
Gear: Armor | Chains | Sword
Muse Soundtrack: Flo Rida feat. Ke$ha "Right Round"​

With an approximation of a grin sliding across his muzzle, he narrowly avoided the subsequent attacks from the Sith that was still standing. The other was still whimpering on the ground from taking the brunt of a Force enhanced wolf to the chest. Varick had felt at least one of the man's ribs break, and though there was no pleasure taken in causing him pain, there was a measure of feral satisfaction to his Lupine half.​

YES.​

At the forefront of his mind, his wolf had most of the control and Varick simply operated on instinct and muscle memory from years of practice. It hadn't been easy, but nothing worth doing ever was.​

It became a dance, avoiding the Sithling female's increasingly unhinged attacks, taking every opportunity to kite her into a corner of the clearing. She shouted to her companion...her lover, if his senses were correct...and he called back in a language Varick didn't recognize. Canine eyes narrowed as the woman panicked and Varick realized a little too late that her companion had gotten up and staggered away. She screamed, the Force imbuing the sound with power until the Knight shifted back into his armored human form and snapped her neck with a swift gesture.​

Her companion, however, was another matter entirely, and he was headed straight for the shielded troops and civilians. While Varick's shields were second to almost none, they wouldn't withstand direct attack for long in the configuration the Force tendrils were currently in. He shot forward, chains streaking towards the Sith at his verbal command, winding their way around his ankles and pulling him down to the ground in the blink of an eye.​

"Get that shuttle off the ground and get out of here. We've got this." he called out to the troops, dropping the shield only when the shuttle was ready to take off. Sparing a glance for Eralam, he took note of the impressive pile of shattered carapaces and wondered absently if he should have brought the Shard some butter for the occasion.​

 

[Ariadne Gallaer]

"That's my perceptive little sister," said Ariadne, smiling weakly. "Perceptive and nosey," she amended. She hauled herself up onto a disused oxygen pumping station opposite Vhondryl Gallaer and drew one leg up, perching her foot on the control panel shield cover. She hugged her knee to her chest and gazed at Vhon for a few moments in silence, then sighed. "It has been a strange day," she finally declared. "Find myself resenting the people who won't come. There's so much we can do for them and all they have to do is take it. But -- " She shook her head as a lump in her throat caused her to fall silent.

She hid behind a curtain of her hair briefly before pushing it back behind her ear. Vhondryl could see that a tear had streaked down her cheek. It dropped delicately from her jaw and disappeared into her jumpsuit top, a slightly discolored dot the only evidence it had ever been there. "But then I think, there were signs for us to follow, and we didn't. We didn't, and God only knows how many Keshiri died because of it." She looked plaintively over at Vhondryl, then away.

She didn't need to mention their parents; the loss was never far from the surface. In some ways, Ari was lucky that her mother had been dead for years. The loss was painful but it was the dull ache of an old injury, not the searing pain of a new one. But it was more than just their parents. It was their friends, their neighbors, the little old woman who sold Ari beer and Vhon cigarettes. "It's stupid to be thinking about now," she said. "But I can't help it. It's just -- being here. Doing this. It demands consideration."

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

"Blue milk," DK allowed, a slight concession to the informality he usually felt towards his crew. The runs were quiet, he could say that for them. He would have preferred to be in his TIE fighter, but he was needed elsewhere, and if Bryn'adul forces appeared on the horizon, his skill -- and Niance's and the rest of Black Squadron's -- would give the transports a better shot of evading the attackers so that they had a chance to calculate escape vectors. He nodded her off to the latrines and figured he might as well make use of the facilities while they had the opportunity.

After washing up, he peeked into the pilots' ready room. "This caff for anybody?" he asked the duty officer.

"Help yourself -- Captain, is it?" The Alliance officer made a show of peering at his rank badge, like it was in a foreign language. Which, he supposed, it was.

"Yes, thanks," said DK. "My name is Kim Dae-Hyun." He bypassed the caff setup and offered a hand. They shook and the duty officer introduced herself. They made small talk while he poured caff, and he offered her some, which she accepted. Baby steps, he told himself. Little baby steps that hopefully will keep us from starting a shooting war in the future. When he spotted Niance coming back out of the fresher, he lifted a hand in an informal salute. "Thanks for the caff. I ought to get back."

"Good luck out there," said the duty officer.

DK drained his caff, searing his throat, and tossed the cup into the recycler on his way back to the ship. "Should we race?" he asked Niance under his breath.

Resurgent Narrative​

 

[Jaida Tess]

Spoiler: Story background

"Copy that, Black Three," said DK, his voice crisp and official. They were working with another nation, which meant that operational security and professionalism were at a paramount, and his usual easy-going nature with his pilots took a back seat to impressing the neighbors. It felt strange to be working with the Galactic Alliance although he understood that it had gone down like gangbusters at Crytal Nest. It was hard to shake the labels, but it really did seem like they were both two separate groups from their predecessors, name similarities aside.

DK was himself in a transport, part of the convoy with Niance Kinniak, and it did feel awkward to be heading for a Galactic Alliance vessel. He had a hold full of refugees who were looking to start a new life and the Galactic Alliance had offered them safe harbor to do it. But to him it felt like he was a shockball player entering the other team's locker room.

"Transmitting clearance codes now," he said, hailing the GA tower. "This is First Order transport group One One Three Eight Dorn, requesting clearance to land at the designated docking bay."

Resurgent Narrative | Jaida Tess​

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Niance carefully guided the transport aboard the Galactic Alliance vessel. They were a lotted a short latrine break which was good enough for the pilot, she watched as people disembarked the transport. In a First Order jumpsuit, the black and red color stood out against the Galactic Alliance blue that surrounded them. "Hey," she greeted Kim Dae-Hyun with a smile, "how'd your transport go?" ​

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Small conversation as she crossed the hangar toward the latrine. Weary guards kept a close on the pair, "should be back in the hot seat soon."​

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A few minutes later, Niance reemerged from the latrines and crossed back to her transport shuttle. They would make another run down to Cophrigin V and take the next batch to the First Order's ships. Some felt fear that they wouldn't get to go to Coruscant, no matter how many times it was explained that the First Order was just offering the ride. Others expressed hopefulness at going to Dosuun, climbing back into the transport. Niance began the pre-flight check, "transport shuttle, zero-four-one, black-three in command we are green on dash."​

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Once the clearance was given, Niance's transport departed the hangar and headed back to Cophrigin V.​

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Jaida Tess ​

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Jaida had drawn the short stick for this mission and gotten stuck on escort duty while other pilots from Black Squadron such as Kim Dae-Hyun and Resurgent Narrative Niance Kinniak flew the transports. But to be honest, it wasn't too bad of an assignment... though perhaps a little boring. She was tasked with making sure the refugee transports under Black Squadron's command safely flew from the planet to the waiting vessels in orbit - be it a Galactic Alliance or First Order ship.

And so far, so good.

While the transports in the convoy had docked with the GA capital ship to unload the refugees going coreword with them, Black Eleven along with the rest of her flight had reverted to CAP. Upon hearing Black Three's pre-flight check completed, Jaybird's TIE fighter came around to pick up the transport as it exited the hangar bay for an escort back down to Cophrigin V.

:: Transport shuttle zero-four-one, this is Black Eleven. Got your six on return trip. Clear skies. ::

Jaida had to admit it felt very unnatural for the Imperials to be working so closely and dare we say on a friendly basis with the Rebels. But after all, it was for a mutually good cause. One could at least, for now, let past transgressions go, right?

 

[Suri Vullen]

E V A C U A T E​

All hands on deck.

Suri had never loathed the order more than she did right then, as the Gand lectured her in a soft-spoken manner. His argument was a firm but polite one, a demeanor that ground on Suri's patience. She almost wished the insectoid would yell, scream, or even huff. It would have given her an excuse to storm off and leave the force forsaken planet. However, niceties meant she had to return the favor.

"Coreeshi simply cannot stand for this. This is Coreeshi's home- how can he be expected to leave it? No, no, it is forbidden. Gand is a sacred place. Coreeshi will not do it. You would not even be here had the janwuine had not lost his mind."

The human let out a deep sigh, the sound harsh from the respirator. A gloved hand met her helmet in frustration.

"Coreeshi," She spat out through gritted teeth. "could die if he stays here. There are genocidal monsters at your doorstep. Do you think the Bryn' care about sacredness, or rules regarding outsiders? They will waste no time slaying you as they have the rest of the citizens whose planets they conquered. The janwuine was smart enough to recognize this- that's why he let us come try to help. That's all we're trying to do man, is trying to help. I know you have your traditions, but they die too if your people stay here."

The gand looked away from the woman, contemplating.

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Niance waited until Kim Dae-Hyun had dispatched with his now empty transport from the Galactic Alliance vessel. "Black three, to black one - the race down to Cophrigin V is on." Her smile widened when she heard Jaida Tess, "hey Black-eleven, what do you think? Think Black-one's got what it takes to beat me down to the dirt and back up to the Avalonia?" A smaller star destroyer that had carried their transports here lumbered around the system. ​

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"Loser buys the other dinner, or beer their choice. What do you say?" ​

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There was almost a hint of a tease there in her voice but all professional, so to speak, this was perhaps one of their lighter assignments in recent days. Niance was feeling good too, they were making good time with those who wanted to leave. Some even expressed interest in starting new lives on Dosuun which was so far removed from the troubles out this way.​

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[Jaida Tess]

It wasn't but a few moments later when Black One's transport joined them and flew in tandem with Black Three's as they all began the journey back to the planet below. Then, a friendly wager was thrown down between Resurgent Narrative Niance Kinniak and Kim Dae-Hyun on which pilot could complete the mission first.

Hmm... How to answer the question put to her by Niance - with diplomacy or snark?

:: Well... My mother always said to stay neutral in squadron antics, but I have to go with boys drool, girls rule on this one. Sorry, sir. ::

Jaida gave the empty transports some breathing room, then keyed the comm again.

:: Okay then, on my mark you two. Good luck. Five... four... three... two...... Mark! ::

 

[Eralam]

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Before long, the battlefield was quiet once more. The refugees made it to the ship, the Bryn were dead, and from the looks of it, the Lupine fellow was about to finish off the Sith. It didn't look like the fighter was having any trouble, far from it. It looked like he was having fun. It was always nice to work with a professional who really enjoyed their work, without getting all self-serious about it. Most of the Jedi he'd worked with over the years liked to queen and moan about how you weren't supposed to enjoy killing things.

"Piss on that," the Shard muttered to no one in particular. "What's the point if you can't have a little fun?"

The killing done, Eralam triggered a beacon from one of the many pouches on his fishing vest, pulled out a small hammer and a skinning knife, and set to work dressing the carcasses for dinner. It was decidedly easier to kill the bastards than to get the meat out. The armored carapaces made getting at the meat difficult, and the joints were reinforced in such a way that it was difficult to break them like you would a normal crab or a lobster. But, it wasn't impossible, and what's more, once you got into the shell, it was a simple matter of yanking out the fleshy bits within.

The first carcass took nearly five minutes to strip down properly. The meat, the Shard set on a clean tarp, to await the arrival of the drop pod. The innards were sorted into three piles: inedible, potentially useful, and tasty.

How does a robot space ninja determine what is and isn't tasty? There are some questions better left unanswered.

Varick Lechner

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Bridge, Venality II, Dellalt orbit
OBJECTIVE: Recover assets evacuees from Dellalt and Minntoonie
ALLIES: The Major | Jac Yaxis | Open

Task Group Besh Venality II, Sharkhawk III-class Forgeship Four Lucrehulk-class Battleships Numerous REC-LU01 Assault Transports Numerous REC-SU01 Combat Shuttles

The First Order vessels pulled away from the blue sphere of Dellalt and put distance between themselves and the mass shadow of Dellalt. In tight formation, the vessels set course for the neighbouring Minntoonie. Both fleets - Alliance and Imperial - we due to reconvene once they had completed the evaluations of their respective worlds.

“Shall we?” Tithe asked the Major and Jac in turn.

The Vice Chancellor led the contingent through the corridors of the forgeship, collecting a retinue of Alliance personnel in his wake. The group made their way to the Venality’s forward hanger bay and boarded an awaiting shuttle. Within moments a flotilla of the small vessels departed the hanger and linked up with hundreds of transports launched from their accompanying battlecruisers.

The shuttles split into smaller groups as they made their way down through the atmosphere of Dellalt. While the planet was dominated by expansive oceans, it was home to three continents. Of these, it was southern contingent toward which the shuttle holding Tithe and his colleagues headed toward.

While Tithe participated in the mission under the guise of evacuating refugees threatened by the Bryn'adûl, his journey to Dellalt presented another opportunity - to search the legendary vaults of Xim the Despot.

“I’ve received erudition that a band of holdouts have taken domicile in a tunnel system on the southern continent,” Tithe explained over the roar of the shuttle engines. “It is unlikely they know of the menace bearing down on them.” The shuttle touched down just outside what Tithe understood to be the entrance to the treasure vaults.

“We must hurry.”

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Planet side
Ship: Czerka transport with 2 seismic detonators
Post: 5
Tagging: Theo Vereen / Open



Like a cat...
Marina pounced on Theo before the trap which had been set and awaiting in the seemingly silent hospital sprung shut on them.

Fortunately, because she didn't project any aggressive intent toward the prince, Marina's lunge may have felt nothing more than the blonde moving closer toward him again. Well, to everyone's initial surprise, and at that particular instant, no one knew what to make of it. A lover's quarrel?
Nope.
Marina had been triggered by intuition... or by pure luck of the matter. But whatever it were that had her tackle the prince, it had been done without malice or malcontent.
Both Theo and Marina both hit the floor hard, inside the hospital's atrium... before the first blaster fire from the person acting as a staff member, zinged over their heads.
Heh, talk about having the young Prince's back....

Well, her intent (instinctively of course...having nothing to do with her attraction to him) had been to save the prince. It were chalked up to intuition, as she had little clue of her bloodline's connection to the force. As thus and without hesitation, before the quick drawing goon inside was able to squeeze the trigger... TACKLE and THUMP with an OOF and UGH... down went both the prince and the girl.

How the girl got flipped around on her back to have the prince bearing down on her could be chalked up to the prince's own agility and fighting skills. He seemed to Marina as surprised as she, eyes locked upon the other in the position they had both wind up in.
It would have been quite an awkward moment for the both of them for sure.... if it weren't for that blaster bolt scurrying over their head.

In no time at all, it were all followed by a barrage of cover fire, from Theo's group against the emerging aggressors coming out of the woodwork inside.


Theo Vereen

 

[Suri Vullen]

E V A C U A T E
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Seconds ticked by as the Gand considered his options. Suri watched him keenly, anticipation rising with every moment. If the threat of death and genocide did nothing to move these people from their views, what other sway did she hold? A slight breeze sent the light of day dancing off the dense fog around them. He finally glanced back to her, a defeated look in his eyes.

"What is like out there? Where Coreeshi will live?"

Suri's shoulders slumped in relief. She took a moment to consider how to answer the question.

"The core's pretty nice, in most parts. That's where I'm from. The alliance put a lot of money into restoration of planets. It's a lot different than here, though. A lot of worlds have sprawling cities, much bigger than the settlements here. Never been to Wild Space, but I've heard First Order treats their people pretty good- for Imperials, at least." The last sentence was laced with venom.

The insectoid stared at her with silver orbs. His brow furrowed, then drew back, nodding.

"Coreeshi can live with this."

Suri reached up to grab his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

"I'm glad. I might need your help, though. I'm sure your neighbors will be resistant too."

 

[Gala Geert]

C O P H R I G I N _ V
EQUIPMENT: COMBAT ARMOUR | FEVERWASP (2) | SOHEI | TIDEFALL
I'M GONE NOW

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"?ti nac ,niarb eht tuohtiw noitcnuf t'nac ydoB" ⁽¹⁾ ​

The Drael pulled from her blade, reeling forward and past her back into the throngs emerging from the cityscape. Several jabs, twists, slices, cuts, slashes repeated themselves in a practiced motion. Sinew, flesh, blood, chips of bone, evidenced themselves in the trajectory as her blade was pulled away and thrust forward again and again. This pattern was broken when Cophrigin V citizens came into play.

In a whirlwind of activity, her dual blades trained on weapons instead of humanity. Even with motion working in a way that made no sense, it was clear who was indoctrinated and who was innocent.

The murder had to take place. In a moment of panic, the mirialin's eyes darted about. For all the motion and activity in the contained area, nobody seemed trained on the pretender. The leader of the cult-like slaughter.

Her hud triangulated their position, locking it against a gridwork of the cityscape and calculating down meterage as Gala charged forward to hone in closer to the position.

1 <!ideJ ,em revoc –– tnegrusni eht no seye ym evah I>

2 <!enoz gnidnal eht ot setunim eerhT> Someone warned over the channel.


"I have my eyes on the insurgent –– cover me, Jedi!" 1
"Three minutes! to landing zone."2

STRIKE TEAM DORN: Marae Tavlar | Aelys | Leon Gallo | Bernard
OPPOSITION: Bryn’adûl | Entropy

 

[Suri Vullen]

Coreeshi spoke to the scaly woman in a language of titters. Both maintained that strange politeness, but their expressions were tense. At one point, the woman's voice raised a notch, as she gestured wildly at the children in the hovel. He turned to Suri, face defeated.

"Lina says she cannot go. She must raise her children as Gand are supposed to be raised."

Suri rolled her eyes, sighing again.

"Did you explain the dynamics of why she must?"

"Coreeshi did indeed. She says she would rather die than betray her beliefs."

Suri looked to the woman, exasperated.

"Coreeshi, we have to convince her. She would rather die, but are her children worth taking with her?"

The Gand frowned, before tittering away one more. The woman hesitated before responding. More chatter ensued. The woman raised her hand to her chin, considering whatever Coreeshi had said.

"Her husband is a findsmen. He is out on a mission. She worries about leaving him behind."

Suri looked back and forth between the pair, her face stoic under the mask.

"Tell her I'll find him."

"Miss!" The Gand exclaimed. "You cannot! Only those who are chosen can navigate the fogs. You will be lost forever."

The ranger turned on her heels, looking back from the doorway.

"I won't. I've survived worse."

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

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While reluctant to leave their homes, the inhabitants of the Galactic North would for the most part flee aboard the convoy. Surprised to see the First Order and the Galactic Alliance working together, the refugees who left - left for a chance at life. Those who remained would take their chances with the Bryn'adul. Captain Vorgune and his task force aided Admiral Inaros Kaal and his star destroyer, preventing a cataclysmic disaster. On Pammant and Mon Cal the combined efforts saw both populations evacuating aboard star defenders and cruisers from both nations. ​

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Gand, Tammar, Dellalt, and Minntooine just as well - saw large numbers leave with the convoy. A convoy of iconic wedged-shaped Imperial starships, and Corellian/Mon-Cal inspired designs working together to save those who would otherwise have been left to the genocidal Bryn'adul. The actions conducted here showed that two enemies of decades past could put aside their differences and work together for good of all. Relations between the First Order and Galactic Alliance continue to move in a positive direction. ​

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The temporal workings of Gala Geert's team saw to Cophrigin V's overall evacuation and the influence of the Organas saw to New Alderaan's own salvation. The ships would depart through Jabiim and out to Lantillies, taking the Parlemian Trade Route toward Coruscant, and from there choices were made and fates were decided by those who had left their homes. Some chose to stay there on Coruscant, others would continue on with the First Order for the long trip to Dosuun. ​

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Whatever fate may hold for these worlds, the Galactic Alliance and the First Order know that their actions saved the needs of the many. Those who jumped aboard the convoy must now carry on, starting a new either on Coruscant or on Dosuun. ​

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[OOC: Wraps up the main story of rescuing refugees, however; please feel free to continue your stories!]​

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FOR A UNION OF THE STRONG

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[Theo Vereen]

Dobson tried to grab her but she slipped through is fingers. He had no idea why she suddenly bolted like someone on fire. All he knew was the Captain was not going to be happy with him once they got back on the ship.

All he could do was shake his head and order the others to follow. If the woman got hurt he knew Theo would have his head on a plate. What happened after that was a bit surreal.

He could see the Captain preparing to talk to the man behind the counter, just as Marina tackled him.

There there was blaster fire, which brought everyone to attention and heading inside.

What Dobson saw then was Marina laying on the Captain..

Theo looked up...she had his back she was trying to do a good thing and he wasn't going to scold her she didn't know about his own sensitivity to the force he smiled, just as the shots rang out over their heads, instinctively he pulled her closer to protect her when everything was quiet he looked up to see Dobson.

"Thank you Lady DeVoe, most gracious and I'm in your debt." He looked at Dobson again a quick brief exchange of looks and then helping hands to get them to their feet.

Theo looked at Marina made she wasn't bleeding but to be certain, "Are you alright?"

The rest of the squad was looking to make sure there weren't any other surprises.

Marina DeVoe

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Planet side
Ship: Ship: Czerka transport with 2 seismic detonators
Post: 6
Tagging: Theo Vereen / Open

"Oh!" She yelped when he pulled her closer to him.

It were due to the fact that blaster bolts were whizzing by overhead, but what blaster bolts? For a moment, Marina forgot all about the mayhem that instantaneously erupted all around them.

Pew..pew..pew..
The sound of blaster fire once more came into recognition, before it were quickly subdued.
"Oh..uhm yea... thank you." She got hold of her senses again and accepted the helping hand from one of Theo's men. But not before realizing she were holding tight to his lapel. She let go and rose to her feet...making like she were brushing off dust. Dust that didn't exist as she had jumped on Theo and was spared the floor.

"Uhm..yea, I'm alright.
"The guy. had gone for his-." She were about to point to the man whom had drawn his weapon on them, when she realized he was shot and strewed backwards on the reception desk...DEAD.

"Gasp... " initial shock gave way to rational again.
"Yes, I see...unfortunately." No she never could get used to anyone dying like that, despite that it had been the intent of the man to try and kill Theo
"..er....no big deal. I trust you would have done the same..." Marina looked away from the dead man as she saw two more down before the turbo lifts.

What had been planned as a humanitarian campaign had now turned to a rescue mission. If these three were guarding the hospital entrance, how many more were holding hostages in the wards, she thought?


Theo Vereen

 

[Theo Vereen]

Was she stumbling over her words? The blood maybe? "Yes I would" he meant it he wouldn't allow her to be hurt...duty and all that, threats from his mother and then she was...well Alderaani...and...."without hesitation..." He nodded...

Dobson looked at him, "Captain?"

"Yes, find the patients let's load them up and get out of here. Before someone else takes some shots at us."

The corporal stepped back, "there groups in each of the rooms on this level, but we'll have to go one by one to make sure we got friendlies"

Theo agreed, "Slow and steady, identify and move them out." What to do with Marina now....

"Lady DeVoe can you handle traffic duties making sure everyone gets to where they need to?" Everyone had a part to do, putting her out front was not an option.

Marina DeVoe

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Planet side
Ship: Ship: Czerka transport with 2 seismic detonators
Post: 7
Tagging: Theo Vereen / Open



That had been a close call... and she weren't meaning just the altercation they had just survived.

There had been an awkward moment between the two soon following their recovery. But being on their feet again and with the immediate entrance of the hospital secured, the mission objectives still remained. Theo had his and in some form which may or may not comply with the prince, Marina had hers.

"Traffic duties?..." Marina repeated his suggestion, her eyes looking in and about the hospital atrium.
"I could...sure" She then replied, not wanting to start a possible confrontation. But there were more pertinent objectives than to direct personnel trafic. Sure, there had to be organization and structure...even in a mission of mercy.
But there were children in the hospital...somewhere in the upper floors. She were good with children. Children who were possibly frightened and confused with what had been taking place the last few weeks..days here on this system.
Marina knew that she could comfort them...have them trust, believe in her that they had come to help them.

"But..." yes, there was always a 'but' when it came to this Alderaani.
"... wouldn't it be better if I search for the children's wing and see about getting them to come with us? I think they would respond much better to a woman, than to armed personnel." She suggested. It were true, that everyone except for marina was brandishing an energy weapon. No doubt the children would think they were the bad guys.

"Theo....I'm not trying to be difficult or...or you know..." She were of course meaning confrontational with him as she were always seemingly doing. But this time she were not. She were just trying to get to the children and get them safely evacuated without traumatizing them.

"I mean.... children don't understand or can differentiate between those who wish to harm them from those who want to help them if both good and bad are brandishing weapons.
I can assure them that we are here to get them to a better place.
I'm not asking to go alone. Maybe two of your men or maybe yourself could come with me to search for them... for security reasons just in case we run into more confrontations." her eyes pleaded.


Theo Vereen

 

[Theo Vereen]

And there it was..no she wasn't being argumentative but here it is that they get ambushed right off and she wants to run about the hospital looking for children.....not thinking about her own safety...which on many levels is admirable but she seemed to always fail to recognize his responsibility. He looked at his own feet for a moment reasoning things out of how he would explain it back home. After all the lives of children were certainly more infinitely more important than any other Alderaani who might be here, or any one wanting to leave here would be insignificant compared to a child right. But none of this did he say none of it would leave the confines of his own thoughts not even the words he would use to explain should something happen to her.

He nodded to no one. It would be easy he could just say sure take Dobson. He could problem was he wasn't heartless like she always made him feel, he wasn't selfish either like she always made him feel....he had a duty to perform. Duty from the day of his birth till now. He could say it come on Theo just say it, just say , ok..

He looked at Dobson, who wanted to look anywhere but at him. "Captain I can go with her."

That's the man yes Dobson taking one for the team, "No Dobson, I'll go with her. I'd have to explain it to all the parentals back on Alderaan. You work with the hospital staff that is on this floor start moving the patients to the ship, send another group to search for hostiles, working carefully and keeping in contact." Theo looked at Marina he felt the sarcasm building in his throat but he didn't let it out.

"Lady Devoe.....so where do you want to start looking?" By the goddess if she got him killed he'd haunt her as force ghost.

Marina DeVoe