Liberation of the slaves

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor, still fired at the slavers taking a group of them down a hail of blaster bolds, seeing a group of slavers behind a big pile of crates* Keep your heads low * he yeld well throwing a grenade behind the slavers crate, he kept firing at them making Shure they would not leave Thad spot alive.*

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Suddenly Daxton seemed to shimmer and split into four distinct but identical looking images, confusing his attackers he cut a swathe through their ranks. In a matter of moments, Daxton was standing over a pile of dead and critically wounded slavers, his pose defensive as he searched for more victims to kill.

When none appeared, he said, "Sector cleared. Some secure the slaves while I look for the command control room." Without waiting for a reply, he strode off in search of the command center of the operations.

@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr @Tahl

 

[UserSpace107]

Tahl had punched the ground using her force enhanced strength to cause the ground to crack, and shatter beneath her opponents who were only some feet away from her. This secured her area, and she stood up straight with scuff marks on her face, showing signs of battle. She was breathing rather heavily when she heard Daxton tell them to secure the slaves. She looked over at Regor and Dirk, waiting for them so they could proceed with the plan; to secure the slaves. She raised her eyebrow when she turned back around to see that Daxton had already left for the command center.

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Regor Laxvan"] @Dirk Ellerden

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor, stood up from his cover the slavers in his field of fired al either dead or dying, riddled whit holes.*
Regor looked at @Thal* Mind helping me break open some pens?

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk nodded, relived, and slipped slowly from his cover, glancing around warily. No need to get shot now the firefight was over. He hurried to a corridor to the pens, and glanced around the corner.
"Clear!" He hurried down it, scanning the walls. Where were the controls? He spotted them, and hurried, over, studying it carefully. "Need a tech over here! They're locked down!" He looked up and down, sweat beading on his forehead. Investigations were much better than this. He'd leave special operations to the specialists from here on out. Not his cup of jawa juice.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor looked into the pens, seeing a twi'lek he knew in one of them, he turned around to Dirk fore a second* Just shoot the panel, Thad should short serkut the system and shut of the pens.

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[Edward Vyperion]

Arthur Pendragon used the Force to increase his speed tenfold and charged at two slavers standing conveniently next to each other with his arms out, catching both of them in a lariat type attack, then after the hit, stopped increasing his speed and started to pant and quickly heal himself with the force little by little, clearly this skill was a little much for his legs.

(Haha, even if Force Speed is an odd move for a padawan, I won't use it much, if at all after this xD)

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Arthur Pendragon"] @[member="Tahl"]

It was the planet. It had to be. Okay, it was not a planet, it was a moon, but whatever. Lilith decided to follow the ship she had seen earlier. She wanted to do something. And she wanted to socialize. After all, she hadn't spoken with anyone for a long time. Now it seemed like this was the time when she can actually talk with someone.

After reaching the moon, she landed very carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible. Well, she failed. She failed totally. Some people who looked like slavers came to the ship and they were ready to attack Lilith. But she knew they will attack her. And since they didn't seem to be Force-sensitive, she played with them a bit. A few illusions of her appeared outside the ship and as she came out of it, a few other ones appeared. They weren't as detailed as Lilith was, but they helped. The slavers started attacking the illusions.

During that, Lilith ran to the other people. She ran to the people who were near the pens. "Why do you help them?" Lilith whispered to herself, not wanting to hear the answer.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor looked back fore a second, seeing Thad a ship had landed, and Thad there were still slavers standing, he shouldered his blaster rifle and whit a few fast burst he displaced the slavers, Just in time to see the girl running at them, determined she wasn't a slaver he lowered his weapon.* @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Striding unopposed through the corridors, Daxton could only surmise that the surviving slavers could be grouped into three distinct groups: the ones who saw this was a losing battle and cut their losses, the ones foolish enough to think they could hide behind their defenses and the last group the ones who charged into the fight against his companions.

The first group was irrelevant, as soon as they left they no longer mattered, well not to the Sith Lord anyway. The last group, well the team could handle those, failing that he could always mop up after. No he was here to take care of those in the second group, as evidenced by the blast doors that were shut in front of him.

Sure, he could wait for reinforcements before tackling the problem but Daxton wasn't a patient man. Clenching his fist, he drew power from the Force, focusing on the weak points in the structure and then punched outward. The door provided little resistance to the master of Shatterpoint technique, buckling in before exploding into shards inward, showering the occupants with lethal shards metal and ferrocrete. Walking through the door, he spotted a lone human slaver among the bodies, bloodied and broken and barely breathing. With a simple twist of his wrist he corrected the situation and made sure there were no more opponents left alive. Tapping his secure comm he simply reported, "Mission complete." The casual murder of over a dozen sentient slavers did not even dent his conscience one bit.

@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr @Tahl @Lilith Mae Lancaster
@Arthur Pendragon

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor heard the report and a small smile appeared on his face hidden by his helmet* now we only need to get these pens open.

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]

@[member="Arthur Pendragon"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[UserSpace107]

Tahl ran with the other group to secure the slaves. When they got their she noticed a group of sentients who had seemed like they went through hell. She went up closer to the pen with an expression of concern. She turned to the others, so badly wanting to free them waiting for an solution on how to get them out. Regor said to shoot the control panel, though she wasn't the one who was given the task she figured she'd help look for it. As she looked they had got the message that the mission was complete, at least the combat part of it. She had to give that Daxton his props, he probably could have done this himself with no problem. What she thought was the panel wasn't so she stood back up, and noticed the arrival of another woman, she squinted her eyes, curious on where she came from. Nevertheless it wasn't that important. She didn't seem hostile so all was fine.

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[Regor Laxvan]

regor looked truw the corpses of some of the slavers trying to find a key to open the pens, he found it after having seared most of them* Maybe this will work. * he handed the key to Dirk*

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@[member="Arthur Pendragon"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Tahl"]

Lilith stopped near the pens and looked at the people who were there. Okay... she thought. Well, it seemed like they were trying to save the slaves. But why should they save them? They should've just stayed there, being locked... It was their place. But at the moment, it wasn't the right time to start fighting. After all, she wanted to do something different at the moment. Doing her Sith or Sorceress thing was not good at the moment.

"Do you want to save them?" Lilith asked from the people there.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor, looked at her a bit surprised* Ofchours, I want to save them, thads he only reason I came to this forsaken rock.
@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]

@Arthur Pendragon @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk looked back, confused at this newcomer, but shrug and took the keys, and started wiping them beneath the scanner to open them. He considered for a moment, before asking with a slightly revolted tone "Is there someone who isn't a sociopathic killer here that can check for wounded?" Definitely not the best question, but the indifference towards life revolted him. Yes, they were slavers and criminals. Surely some would have surrendered if asked as the operation continued. No need to kill all of them so ruthlessly. That was why he was a cop and not a soldier, after all, he figured. Didn't have the stomach for wars. Though perhaps it was for the best.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor nodded to dick* was already planning to, oh and before a forget * he showed al of them a images whit himself and a group of twi'lek on it* if you see any of them let me know, oke? *after Thad he wen to help any wounded slaves, many of them were hurt but moat would make it*
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@Arthur Pendragon @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk nodded, somewhat surprised, and went back to work opening cells. "No worry. I'll keep an eye out." Perhaps there were more sides to this soldier than a killer after all. Interesting. He studied the screen again, chewing his lip. So far, so good. Thankfully it didn't seem to be a very advanced system. No passwords needed either. He ran the last one, and the last pen opened up.
He hurried down the hallway to the first pen that people weren't at. He yanked the door all the way open, and slid the visor on the helmet back to reveal his face. "We're Republic forces here to help you." He paused, considering. "Most of us are Republic are anyways." He beegan assisting them out, giving each a warm smile as they exited.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor moved truw the pens looking fore the people he was searing fore, and letting the slaves out, he thought he recognized a female twi'lek but wasn't Shure so he moved closer to her*
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@Arthur Pendragon @[member="Daxton Bane"]