Justice for All... (Dominion of Chalcedon LotF)

[Joanes Quez]

MISSION TWO
[member="Inger Strömfire"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"] | [member="Maddock Kane"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

LOCATION: Slaving Hub HQ - Northeast End of the Bazaar
TIME: 2000hrs

At the designated time, the undercover group awaits admission to the depths of Hub HQ, in the foyer. These members are dressed to impress and to convince that they are here to do nothing but pure business, to bargain, to contract. Nerves are hopefully calm, as the members of the group try either to look at the stony-faced guards without staring, or try to not look without letting eyes wander too much, and keep their conversation utterly mundane and unrevealing. Patience as a virtue is tested here - the hub leaders make their clients wait and wait for longer than would seem necessary as a subtle show of precisely whom is in control, here.

Eventually, however, the time comes, and a servant - some approximation of a butler - comes to the group, bows, and addresses them. He is middle-aged, in fair shape, and tidily dressed in fabrics appropriate to the warm, volcanic nature of Chalcedon.

"Sirs, Madams - my employers await the pleasure of your company," he says, standing upright again and turning slightly, one arm outstretched to indicate a fine, clean staircase, leading to the second floor, "This way, please."

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[Lucianus Adair]

MISSION ONE
[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

At the suggestion from Varanin that he remove his shirt and the support of that suggestion from Xiangu, the insistence from his fellow councillor that the suggestion was not entirely wise was met with little more than a brief chuckle. It would not be the first time he had divested himself of his shirt for the sake of the faction - strangely, it was becoming something of a trend - but he knew a joke when he heard (or in the case of the other man in their group, saw) one. Even Adair could see the benefit of not taking himself too seriously, as serious a man as he was.

"Perhaps another time," he deadpanned, pale eyes glancing at Matsu, before moving on to Ashin, "as sound as your suggestion might be."

With that, he rose to his feet for reasons fairly similar to the ones that Matsu Xiangu was up and moving about, stopping in his mild pacing only to level a query -

"Almost ready to go, then? Or does Lord Ovmar need a little more time to blow his nose?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

As he felt Anders presence enter the circle Sargon cut her off from the others limiting her contact to the strong force presences and minds. "You're to work with the comm units, and organize strike team threes attack. I want them ready to go as soon as team one moves. Your healing skills may be very useful when the fight starts."

Keeping his own connection on her Sargon watched her as closely as the others. This was her first command and she would have to face it as Anders alone.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Nnngh." My brain snaps off from the others like an elastic being cut. I feel Bucket's servo-motored fingers lace around my shoulder and steady it. I glance up at Sargon's horned brow and let the sudden disconnection sweep away. Time to put some of these mighty skills of delegation and command to work. "A-alright. Team Three is mine, I've got this one. Yeah, I got this." Was it normal for a heart to pump this fast?

Or was it normal for a person's finger to twitch toward the Strike button so eagerly? Hey, a person's got to have some tricks up sleeves. "Roger that. I'm on Lead for Strike Team Three. Bucket, patch into the Chalcedon Information Matrix and correlate the technological chatter. Give me openings I can use. Locate null points in the chatter and isolate. Run through your encryption processes and get me access to the Slavers' secure lines. Prep the shut down but steer clear of their firewalls."

"Aye, Councillor." The droid piped up, its silver-blue glowing ocular implants stuttering in a whirl of information. "The stealth ship is in position, I take it? Good. Who do we have running collateral safety? I need to isolate the troops in landing parties who will tend to the slaves themselves, if there's any in position. If we incite a riot I want that riot to be perfectly placed." Who do I have to work with? Shinju? Well! There's going to be some wrecking-ball action happening tonight.

Beauty? I think I'll go with technological communication when it comes to the Lady Exedo. . . last thing we need is two cannibals running around yelling boo. Bucket's hand twitches on my shoulder, and I see the droid nod. It's working its' way in. I hope these guys know the difference between baddie and 'save that one'. "Strike Team Three (Lady Exedō, Gavin Ovmar, Bourne Cavanagh, [member="Nickolas Imura"]) this is High Councillor Anders Sivas, check in with me when your prep's complete. Stand at the ready for my signal. Sivas Out."

 

[Dissero]

Mission 3

Set off aside of the main commotion of the second ship, Dissero whiled away the wait with meditation. Centered breathing, centered thoughts - something far more difficult than was normal. Time spent chasing a dark and dangerous dream could rattle the foundations of even the most stoic of people and he wasn't want for slighting his fellow Fringers with a mistep. The man needed ready no more weapons than what he carried on him - The Heart of Korriban and his own personal lightsaber, so it was that Sivas' message came to a man prepared and ready to move at a moment's notice.

Funny thing, that - being lead by an unsuspecting empath. Seemed that fate had a sense of humor where he was concerned. Empathy was a cycle he simply couldn't escape. The Force Master broke his meditative stance to consider this circumstance. Perhaps it might be for the better. Perhaps it might even help.

"Dissero checking in for Strike Team Three," he chirped dully into his comm unit in response to [member="Anders Sivas"], deep voice resonating unusually clear over the chatter, "wotcher, Sivas."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

MISSION ONE

[member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

"I think the prospect of your shirtlessness has him lost for words." She peered closer at the non-responsive Sith Lord. "Or perhaps wallowing in insufficiency. Mentalists do tend to struggle with fitness."

With a noncommittal shrug, she made for the door, buckling on her gunbelt. A pack settled over her back, and she took a deep breath of Chalcedon as she stepped down into the street.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Above Chalcedon System Orbit

The Fringe Naval Star Destroyer Vi'Nu perched in an elliptical orbit around Chalcedon's central star. There was no reason to make orbit with a Star Destroyer and tip any of the slavers off, nor was there reason for the smaller star destroyer to be more than an insurance policy against any potentially unforeseen threat. At least, that's what Captain 'Fury' Maddox had in her mind, when she left Sabarene.

As she sat in her command chair on the bridge, she watched her officers and soldiers go about their duties with efficiency and a quiet verve. Maybe the young Naboo longed to be a part of a larger whole, maybe she was too wary of the firm collective of the Lords of the Fringe before she towed their complete and utter line. Maybe she was bored and overthinking.

"Commander Dasha, are we still getting communications packets from the surface and central command?"

A wiry young Echani pulled up with a spring in his step and smile on his face, "You called, Captain Ma'am and I have your answer." He tapped at the arm panel of her command chair and a holoscreen flung up with transcriptions of the conversations and chatter in secure packets.

"Keep monitoring it for keywords, let the sensor crews continue their passive scans for hostiles and keep me informed."

"Yes, Ma'am will do."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I stand beside [member="Sargon Vynea"] with my hands in my pockets, spouting off commandy-commanding words and wish to the goddesses I'd brought a travel mug of tea. Something hot and stimulation and not just ah, pictures of half our men. Hot and stimulating. . . aaannndddd back to Mission Three.

"Dissero." Mission Three just got a whole lot more firepower and I feel like I should be re-calculating or something but will my calculating happen more effectively when they're all on the ground? "Dissero this is Sivas, welcome aboard buddy. We're on stand-by until we get the ping. Glad to have you with us."

[member="Brom Burnside"]

 

[Dissero]

A pause on the comm as the Archivist considered himself and this mission. Blue eyes murky with burdgeoning corruption shifted over the faces congregated on the ship, faces of considerable power in their own right, faces of further corruption. He was really putting his self-discipline to the test here wasn't he? Thought this might've been a good idea, letting loose all the heat built up, but could he reign it back in at the end?

Frowning, Dissero turned his back on the other occupants of ship 2 and turned his gaze out through a viewport, to the inkblot of stars, "Glad to be here," his voice was gruff. He itched at his collar and the stubble growing there, the man's eyes narrowed somewhat, "feeling strong today Sivas?"

[member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"Stronger than I have in a very long time. Strong enough to fish what they dish."

Sargon might have severed my symbiotic connections with the stronger minds in the groups, but I venture back toward one member of my own squad that isn't sitting right. Oh, it's not [member="Lady Exedō"] I'm not equipped enough to deal with that level of mind-hurt but someone I am equipped to deal with: Someone I've adventured with before. [member="Brom Burnside"].

My mental presence folds around the Master Alchemist. I'm a tentative mentalist, knocking at his inner doors in the hopes they'll swoosh open and I can see inside. I know Dissero a bit, enough to know that especially today of all days? I have nothing to fear of becoming a loose symbiont of the man.

'Dissero, I'm sensing confusion. Hesitation, maybe? It's not about the mission. Is there something I should be doing for you right now?'

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

I sniffed one last time and then walked after Varanin, into the streets of whichever city we were currently located in. To be fair... there wasn't a lot to say at this point, I could try and describe the busy-body alley ways, filled with members of the various species bustling through the city to their destinations, or perhaps tell you about all the different stores and other houses were located in close proximity to us.

But in the grand scheme of things such details were highly irrelevant and was only placed there for the simple reason of fluff, something which I wasn't accommodating to right now. So instead I just smirked and replied.

'Perhaps it's both, Varanin.'

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Ashin scanned the crowd, drawing upon Spencer's empathic training and her own newly acquired talents for reading people. Standard milieu so far, nothing to suggest they were blown just yet. When they got a little closer to the gang headquarters, that would, undoubtedly, change.

"Lord Ovmar, if you swung both ways, you'd probably be a better dresser."

 

[Livia Maddox]

Outside Chalcedon Space
Vi'Nu Star Destroyer

The space above Chalcedon's star was quiet as a monastery. Captain Fury leaned against the armrest of her command chair and watched the sun through the polarized viewport. In times like these, the Vi'Nu's Captain wished she had more up the strictly pressed and starched sleeves to focus on or figure out.

The comm packets they were receiving were ordinary and dull: Nothing much had happened yet and the Vi'Nu's Captain began to think she'd been hasty and paranoid. Yet if they needed a hand, or an extra platoon or air support they had one more piece to play. "I'd rather be bored than busy on a day like this. Update & report"

Commander Dasha looked up. "Hmm? Oh right. Yes, there's a report from Abha. The Engineer checked in. Sensors are maintaining scans, no new bogies."

"Mmhhmm. . . " Maddox dug into her jacket pocket, a slender silver case sliding into her hand.

"Captain?" Dasha sat forward.

"Hmmm?"

"Captain..."

"Mmhmm?"

"Don't do it."

"Mmmrhh."

"You promised."

"Rrrhhmmm."

". . . please?"

"Hhhfff. Fine."

"Thank you, Captain."

Livia Maddox went back to tapping her fingers on the armrest of her chair, the silver case rested in her pocket.

 

[Dissero]

The sensation was not unlike feeling the trickle of slow, warm, viscous water pouring down over his skull. A familiar thing to a man who had known the company and intrusions of Empaths and Telepathics his entire life. He didn't mind it so much, as in a way it brought an iota of comfort. Dissero closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him.

I'm feeling thin, Sivas, stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

Admitting it was difficult. Dissero had never been a man known for physical or mental weakness. He'd been the overseer and caretaker of some of the galaxy's most powerful treasures. He'd unlocked the secrets to countless Dark Lords of history. He'd read the entirety of the Sith Spellbook and survived to recount the text of its pages, use the information to further his goals. Now here he was, feeling as though he were made of glass, near to burst

When he opened his eyes again they were strained with uncertainty.

What does one do for something like that?

[member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

My posture softens: one of the members of my team, one of the people I would count as a friend needs help. Why else am I here but to strengthen him? Give him what he needs? My eyes begin to feel hotter than the rest of me - a sign for me that they're lightening up. My mental presence folds around the fragile thin-ness seeping into [member="Brom Burnside"]'s bones and I inspect it with the casual glare of the observer.

He was stretched beyond. The contamination of the darker arts had leaked and flooded the Alchemist with the essence of themselves and after long periods of fending them off, it was beginning to tell. Seeing Dissero's mind like this reminds me to why [member="Jared Ovmar"] was so keen on keeping me away from the Dark. He'd push me back, keep me sequestered, keep me safe. Had I the experiences of Dissero, would I be able to use these hands to heal? I haven't seen Jared in months, instead being alone on the Sumatiyara to heal, but I feel down to the planet below.

I send a wave of peace to crowd out the thinning doubts, 'One relies on those who aren't spread so thin. Give some of these doubts to me, Dissero. Push the ill feelings to me, I'll contain them and when this mission is over, you and I can sit down and fix it. Deal?'

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Shirtlessness postponed for another day, Matsu dropped down on to the street with her those on her team. Years of traveling before finding purpose in the form of the Fringe was doing her well now, blending in seamlessly despite looking for signs of trouble. She was no empath and trusted the heavy lifting to Varanin but she couldn’t see anything outwardly troubling even as their path brought them closer and closer to their intended goal. Their unmarked and unassuming vessel had gotten them close to the center control room as was possible without being suspicious – once the others had gotten in to position to take it she would start her work on a quiet, subtle suggestion of a distraction to those working outside of the control room that with any luck would catch a life of its own.

Right after she bit back a laugh at another joke at Ovmar’s expense, not wanting to draw attention to herself as they pressed in to more careful territory, approaching their target. The banter kept up appearances at least. “At least his socks are matching today, that always seems to be an effort.”

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Lucianus Adair"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"]​

 

[RC 212]

Lady Exedōhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1412-lady-exedō/ Gavin Ovmarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3923-gavin-ovmar/ Bourne Cavanagh Nickolas Imura

Team 3

RC stood off to the side of the evil cannibalistic Lady Exedo. He'd seen her eat whole people and was all set with that. The cursiou part was that no one knew he was here, until he cleared his throat super loud.

Clad in familiar gray Thor armour and with a team of Ghost Operatives at his back RC removed his helmet and gave the group a big grin.

"Looks like you sap's are losing your touch, you didn't even notice me sneak on with the boys." He hooked his finger back at the Ghosts who stood silent and impatient, ready to destroy things.

RC's grizzled face, that of the late Jango Fett gave them a stare that could pierce stone. Gray hairs were beginning to pop up, RC was getting old, but never to old for this poodoo.

"When do we smash? Been a while since I had a good brawl. Picked up a few new techniques in my travels too."

 

[Dissero]

Mission Three

Exedo | Ovmar | Cavanagh | Imura | RC​

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...and when this mission is over, you and I can sit down and fix it. Deal?

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. Grizzly in its sound, it wavered with amusement before dwindling into something of strained desperation. Hand at his face, rasping across an overgrown beard, Dissero shook his head. I admire your certainty, Sivas, the reply came as he turned to see the unveiling of [member="RC 212 "]and his ragtag gang of infiltrators. Interesting. This only further proved the Archivist's cause for concern. Too distracted by what he couldn't control, he hadn't even noticed the things that normally he could.

I envy it, too.

With a deep sigh he released the barriers of his mind for the Empath, allowing those ill things to permeate the emotional field of [member="Anders Sivas"]' mind along their connection: a wall of dark things that only guilty, disparate and regretful Masters had any right to. How Velok had conducted himself for so long without breaking down Dissero would never know, but that was what continued to keep the late whiphid on his pedestal.

"We await word from Mission control," Dissero replied to RC, "we make our move once the other teams are in place. Hope your men can stand to wait a bit longer, they look eager."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Brom Burnside"]

RC cast a silent gaze at the man from behind his helmet and laughed.

Waiting for mission control was the plan, but RC ever the loose cannon always had chaotic designs of his own. While he knew certainly he could not disrupt and sabatoge the mission recklessly, he could still do other things...

"They are eager," he noted, blue fog emanating from the mask as he spoke.

"I hate waiting. I actually was planning on doing a little recon and insertion so when it's time, I already have targets lined up for us to strike."

Actionable intel saved lives, and using old scans was not quite the edge that live monitors on the situation could deliver.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien moved out into the court yard. The robes of a decaying slaver billowing behind him. He carried only a 'cane' of course it was actually a sword but that was need to know information. He had a speeder waiting for himself and [member="Inger Strömfire"]. "Come know we had better not leave our hosts deprived of of our presence" he said before stepping into the speeder through his now open door.

Inside the speeder two of his agents were waiting one mascurading as a chauffer the other a body guard. He grunted in getting of them. The speeder pulled away then the second agent cleared his throat and pressed a device resembeling a hearing aid into Lucien's hand "an aid for you Mr. Raszerthan ... To ensure you hear all you need to know" the device was a two way communicator it would allow Lucien to receive the signal to arrest the slavers. "Is this the sort of trash I'm paying you for ... Fine ..." He spat, one had to remain in character eyes could be watching them even here. The remainder of the journey was uneventful and they pulled up outside the bazzar some four minutes later.

Lucien led Inger into the Pitt of suffering hissing his assumed name at the doorman before pushing his way inside. It was safe to say Lucien didn't appreciate being made to wait like a peasant about to go before their leige. Lucien was already silently plotting a farther savage retribution ... When he no longer need to play this part he would ruin them. He remained utterly stone faced as the peon arrived to finally let them in. As the filed past Lucien clipped the butlers ear "you took your fetching time" then he pushed into the meeting hall " Come assistant I'm going to be decrepid before you've even got to the meeting he called back "