Knock Knock (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Porchello)

[Flint Michigan]

A handsome devil of a spacer named Flint Michigan had just gotten out of a rift and landed on Voss. Right before a pantoran landed on top of him. Painful stuff. All told he didn't matter much on a far-off planet names Porchello, no one really caring about him save for one man. One Underground rebel by the name of Jarvis Gawern. He owed Flint money, more money than he could pay, but he had an idea of how to repay him. Critical info on the Fringe, or rather, where the Fringe used to be. And what they left behind. Ohhhh, what got left behind. Jarvis would begin to upload the file, saved on hard computer rather than a datapad, and entrech himself. Upload would take a little while, but Jarvis would hold down the fort as long as he could. Info was no good if the Fringe knew what he was sending. Or worse, who he was sending it too.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Banking the Mantis again, Coren checked his radar. Space lanes were clear, well, aside from the Fringe ships. Seemed that the rebellion here wasn't trying to escape yet? Nothing was taking off... That was unsettling.

Turning up the music in his command console, he found a small canyon out of the way of incoming traffic, but so he could watch the space lanes. And comm traffic. That was the real trick, wasn't it? Seeing if there was anyone he needed to rescue. If there were some 'criminals' that were actually useful, he was going to stick his neck out for that.

Only if they were really useful. There were a few things that the so-called Underground was doing right, them and the Exchange, but going against the Fringe? It was where his group called him. He wasn't going to go to full out war with them, hell, Coren'd support the groups should they go against the Republic, or the Protectorate. Especially with the situation unfolding on Corellia.

Yeah, maybe turn the news off...

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

When the grenade came flying, and the boom went off, she turned away and curled in some partial approximation of a humanoid ball. Hands went over ears, eyes squeezed shut, and she was kinda worried that Ashin'd been turned into some equivalent of a Fringesicle. Or a statue. Or something else equally stiff...

...no, no. Her head did not just go there. Oh, cripes this was embarrassing, and in the middle of being shot at? That face of hers pinked.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Nui Akona"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Tal"]

The man dragging her took a Fringe blaster bolt to the face, and her temporary lack of recognition became both permanent and obsolete simultaneously. Alec scrambled to her feet, up to a crouch but no higher, and risked a glance over one of the permacrete barricades. The Fringe droids were advancing, and fast, and she was out of applicable ammunition. She snapped off a couple of scattergun shots in that direction, just covering fire -- useless at this range unless it did something to a photoreceptor.

She was the last one through the west blast door before it shut. [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and [member="Simone"] would need to use the north one, accessible from the path they were on along with [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"].

 

[Onith Trill]

[member="Alec Rekali"]

The scattergun shots hit the plating on my head, embedding in the plating but not managing to get into my droid brain. The rebels may have been doomed, but they weren't half bad shots. Shame such talent was wasted. Having to hunker down to make sure I don't take a worse scattershot hit the woman starts heading through the blast doors and launch a grenade. I'm half a second too slow, and it clinks against the now-closed blast doors before exploding. When the rubble clears the blast door is still there, the shrapnel not even tough enough to stick through the door. Looks like I'm not getting through that without some serious fire power.

"Rebels are escaping through blast doors. Be prepared to take down evaccing ships. Hunting around the base for information." I yell through my commlink, before heading around what hasn't been sealed yet. Maybe I can find some inkling of where they're going.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Tal"]

Evac protocols aside, analysis of the occasional half-burnt datapad or whatever would reveal that the nearest evac point for Porchello was the big trade station over Kaeshana. The end destination would probably be discovered too, though without any coordinates or other details attached, just a name: Rebellion Actual.

Meanwhile, behind the blast door, Alec took a couple of minutes to puke up her ration bars. Wiping her mouth, she staggered toward one of the nearer evac transports.

 

[Sal Katarn]

The fabric of reality warped and shimmered, disgorging a tall, humanoid figure out of nothing and into something. Black boots landed with solid thumps on the floor. The white-haired Arkanian hybrid looked around, eyes the red of crackling flame. He slowly came to the realization that he stood in the middle of a crossfire, or at least the tail-end of one.

"Hmm?"

This became more readily apparent when two blaster bolts smacked into his chest, easily burning through his black longcoat and scorching the durasteel breastplate beneath.

Dûvain grunted, head whipping toward the source of the shot, but the blast door was already closing. He raised clawed fingers toward the door and darkness seemed to coalesce around them before it suddenly fizzled out, like a speeder engine that refused to start. The Hybrid frowned austerely.

Thoroughly disconsolate, but never one to reject an interesting turn of events in favor of an eternal state of boredom, Dûvain followed a droid toward one of the unsealed paths.

At about that time he noticed that flowers were spontaneously sprouting in his long white-hair.

"Peculiar," he muttered.

[member="Tal"] | [member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Onith Trill]

And all of a sudden, a vampire teleports out of nowhere right next to me!!!!!

No, this isn't your latest comic. Or the last episode of "Anzati Diaries". This is actually happening to me. Right now. Or at least, that's what my sensors are telling me. I make a note to have those checked after the battle.

"Indeed." I reply as he calls the flowers coming out of hair peculiar. That's not how I'd describe it, but I suppose it's not my place to comment on such things. I'm a battle droid, not a secretary. Getting back to my duty I begin to search around the unblocked paths and find most everything is destroyed. The rebels are thorough, but with time I find one datapad that's only half-useless. Plugging it up I begin to analyze the data inside, corrupted though it may be. After some siphoning I get some names, Porchello, Kaeshena, Rebellion Actual, and a few other tidbits of data that don't make sense. Maybe some slicer can fix it. Either way I'm done here.

"Compound cleared save for locked hangerbays. Minimal useful information acquired, will upload upon return. Recommend divert forces to alternative battlesite." I speak to my commlink and begin to head out, the vampire probably still following me around. Gorram creep.

[member="Dûvain"] [member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Tal

Presuming that [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and [member="Simone"] had personal transport available in the hangar -- or were already dead -- the injured Mandalorian slumped into the cargo bay of the final big evac transport. It lifted off, flanked by a RebelX on each side, shuddering under ground-to-air fire. She threw up again; someone groaned, but she wasn't the only one losing it in the transport's cargo bay. Nor the only one injured. Her hands shook too hard to trigger her earpiece; she smacked it and her head rang. Someone was pressing a synthflesh dispenser to a deep cut on her chest. The transport was shaking hard, but acceleration pushed her to the deck -- the inertial dampeners were off, maybe.

The Fringe had won again.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

Bourne was late -- as always, but at least he came!

And with this he would bring the entire Blazing Chain pirate fleet under his command. With a rather dashing grin over his swarthy face, the chaotic neutral Pirate Lord would lean against the railing of the bridge.

"Alright mates... how about we give a little occupational back up for our dropships?" He wasn't here to claim, he was here to retain. His entire purpose was to aide in solidifying the occupation of Porchello under the banner of the Fringe Lords.

"Let's earn our paycheck today, shall we?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

While Flint Michigan was off in the other side of the galaxy scaring young kids on the jungle world of Voss Jarvis Gawern was busy overseeing a data upload. A data upload that many would call a fools errand, but some would call a possible gold mine. All depended on how much danger a guy was willing to go through. Or better yet, how much danger a guy could go through and stay alive. Flint though? He was a daring fellow, at least when he knew that he didn't fight any Sith Lords or renegade Jedi Masters. And with the Force being as wonky as it was now? There was no better time. He continued to guard his post, fighting off a couple TA-1 droids, but he was feeling the heat. He needed to get out.

Ding

The computer signaled the finish to it's upload. Jarvis strapped a bunch of explosives on it and began to get the feth out. As he reached the evac transports getting out there was a large boom behind him. The computer would have little, if any information on what was sent. A clean getaway . . . hopefully.