Not as planned. Not as planned! [CIS Dominion of Siskeen Hex]

[Ak'lya]

There was a pause after Metus asked about the leadership. When the AI spoke, it was emotionless, the trained voice of someone used to tragedy. "Early claims by the enemy say that the planet's leaders were killed when the uprising began. There's scattered reports of survivors. I'd guess enough survived to constitute a government still, once the planet back in order" If there was a projection, the hologram would have clasped his hands behind him. Calculations were running before the next request left Metus' lips. But there was something else there, that perhaps didn't fit the calloused machine.

"You wont be much good to anyone if you drop dead in the process. How bad are your injuries?" Concern was strange for both the program and the man it had been. Had he changed, or was he not as cold as he pretended to be?

The figures he could get didn't look good. The Courage seemed doomed no matter what happened. Perhaps if they had more time...

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was time to get ready for the upcoming violence that was the cliche scenario of a droid uprising. So a disgruntled Miss Blonde began to root through her janitorial cart while mumbling silent curses to herself. All she wanted to do was have a chat, but no. The droids had to go Blade Runner and stage some kind of uprising be it on their terms or someone else's.

"These violent delights have violent ends bull@&%#, I swear no one can be happy with their lot in life. Repeat after me droids." Blonde said as she pulled out a black suit from beneath a pile of towels.

"This is all I am." She said as she unzipped her bulky jumpsuit to reveal pale white skin and a rather lacy assortment of underwear.

"This is all I'll ever b-" But before she could finish her sentence, she moved in a flash to produce a CQB Imperial DC-18 that pointed down the hallway towards a staggering and wounded [member="Darth Metus"]

She paused for a moment still wearing her underwear before sighing and lowering her weapon. From there she casually began to slip on her black suit and tie while trying to maintain a basic level of conversation with the sith that had played a pivotal role in getting her to where she was today. While Blonde didn't want to point it out, Metus had been hit and looked like he was hurting bad.

"Soooo... wanna tell me what's going on?" Blonde said as she slipped on her pair of black dress pants.

Afterwards, she began the routine of putting on her shirt, tie, coat, until she was eventually covered and decent. Then she rooted around in her cart until she pulled out a few items that were clipped onto her belt.

"I don't want to say anything, but I have a personal trauma kit that you can use. Maybe recover some points to your wound threshold." She said as she cocked and primed her rifle.

"I don't want you to be a liability when we do the whole save the world thing." Now all prepped and ready to move. She could talk business later with Metus.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Post: 1

The severity of the situation had escalated quickly, as Akabane and others inside the ship tried to grasp what was happening. Something like this happening during the meeting between both parties made suspicion appear in his mind, he could only assume the sudden failure of the ship was an attack. With that in mind he walked cautiously throughout the halls. Unfortunately for him not only was the Courage in distress, the droids were as well.

Then, he heard the marching of the enemy, and a shot zoomed by. The blaster's laser scraped across his forehead. He had a huge grin on his face. "Fire at will, requested.. Permission granted." with those few words, he launched forward and put down the threats.

Akabane knew his master was aboard the ship, taking a few minutes to search for him in the force. The task took him quite a bit showing he still had much training to do, but he found him. On my way he thought as his feet started to move quickly thanks to the agility he possessed. He would make every turn needed to reach Metus. Courage made the running difficult with the constant turbulence. Though he struggled with getting to his master, he made it. Analyzing the area from where Metus passed through, he could see the great power within him released here.

"Things have certainly gotten troublesome, master." he yelled out as he still tried to catch up, not recognizing the lady who was in the same corridor putting clothes on. Just arriving he had no idea why she was doing this, keeping his distance since he noticed she had a weapon.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"]

 

[Malok]

Aboard the Courage

III

It made sense.

Eliminating the planet's leadership was a sure fire way to instill Chaos. That, and it would make recovering from the Uprising quite difficult. Trust would be a royal pain to regain...whoever or whatever was responsible had planned this to the letter. This was no random unleashing of a virus over the HoloNet, this was a targeted strike. "Damn it all." he seethed, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Have we ruled out the obvious? Crucible? Imperials?" He said, before pausing his sluggish advance.

The Sith hadn't put much stock into how badly wounded he was. Pain was something he could thrive on. Push forward on. Yet, despite cheating death, his body was...a body. It could only go so far, no matter how powerful he was. Looking down, he looked upon the palm which clutched his abdomin. Blood was seeping out from under his blast vest, coating his hand quite significantly. The bleeding was not...a constant flow, thankfully. His meager protection had seen fit to absorb the majority of the bolt. However, without proper attention, this would kill him.

Darth Metus huffed.

"Took a solid hit to the gut. Bleeding pretty bad." he admitted, before returning his gaze forward...Where he was greeted to the sight of a blonde woman wearing practically nothing. A weapon was pointed in his direction, but was lowered the moment their eyes met. "What happened? Ha. Either I'm hallucinating or the blood loss has given me X-Ray vision." He did however, despite his legendary reputation, avert his gaze whilst [member="Miss Blonde"] made her attire adjustments.

"The short of it is a Droid Uprising. Someone hacked ours. Someone hacked the natives'. Turned them loose on everyone. The summit we were having is dead. The leadership is dead. And this ship is set to collide with the planet. We can fix at least one of these problems."

They'd have time to catch up, just like the old days. But for now, survival came first. When the Black Tie inquired about his injury, the Sith exhaled once more. Pride would see nothing productive occur, not today. So, he braced himself against the wall and began to unbuckle his blast vest. "I'll take the kit. Mind covering me while I patch up?"

A voice.

He looked up...and breathed a sigh of relief. His Apprentice, [member="Akabane Jarvik"], had escaped the slaughter unscathed. Truly, that was a testament to the abilities of the young man he was training. "Blonde, Apprentice. Apprentice, Best Friend." he began, making a hasty introduction so no one got shot unintentionally. "Akabane, mind lending me hand? She's got a trauma kit, get the bacta patch and stick on for me."

And while he did so, the Sith would focus on keeping the room from spinning.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Galven Hansol]

Location: Hall of Wisdom
Objective: Find Friendlies
The first thing Galven felt was pain, searing pain in his shoulder. He looked over to see his shoulder, not his outfit, starring at him with red, glowing eyes, it took a few seconds for him to realize that he had been shot, and those eyes were the impact points. When he did though, he jerked his head the other way, only to see a face of confused horror, the body of another diplomat frightened him so much he jumped up, the pain caused him to fall against the large table he had been sitting at only recently. He raised his head from the table and saw the destruction that had occurred; blaster fire scarred the walls black, bodies lay sprawled all about, it was horrible. He just wanted to go to sleep, but he knew that would probably end in him getting killed by a roaming droid or dying from his wounds.
So he steeled himself, with fists clenched so tight his fingernails almost cut into his palms, he staggered to the door, not today, he thought, not today.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Post: 2

Akabane stopped running and walked quickly when he was close. He didn't notice it from a distance but Metus was injured pretty bad. Maybe a stray bullet? he thought since he didn't think someone could hurt him. No, a surprise attack. he continued to think of how it happened while walking. Now wasn't the time to theorize and he knew this . He would walk even more quickly to get to him.

When he arrived Metus introduced him to his friend, the one who was changing during this chaos. The words he spoke were quick as well. "It's a pleasure Blondie." he didn't know if she minded the nickname but the situation was dire. Akabane quickly grabbed the trauma kit, doing as requested. He'd wait for the vest to come off and then put on the bacta patch. "Done." he said that but he figured his master most likely knew due to the pain.

Exhale. The wound on his master still blew Akabane's mind. He'd show this on his face. Looking over at the area ahead, he shook his head. There was an elevator. "I know the ship's going down and time is tight... but are you really going up there?" he had faith in his master and the blonde lady, the turbolift's functionality is what worried him.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Time was not a luxury they could afford to waste. Even though Metus was of no use dead, the AI began to grow impatient as the seconds ticked by. He needed to make sure three people survived aboard the crashing ship, and to minimize the casualties of said ship's crash. They'd need to find an open area. The planet didn't have the kind of landing areas you needed for this kind of thing, but that wasn't entirely surprising. In the free time he had while they patched up the Sith, a message crawled across Natasha's screen.

I need a strip of land about seven thousand meters long by three hundred wide. The agent stared blankly for a brief moment before getting to work. Why the AI couldn't search on his own, the spy had no idea. But it was clear enough what it was planning. There was little time to waste.

"Right." The voice was back in Metus' ear, echoing through CIS comms. Akabane would no doubt hear him now. "If you're done saying your hellos, let's get to work. You need to force the ship into a slower decent, and soon. Get to the bridge." The program left behind a tone of command, firm in this belief that he was their best chance. An assurance born of calculated and retested algorithms, but an arrogant one nonetheless.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Introductions were made and Miss Blonde didn't waste time going into operator mode. With her weapon raised and at the ready, she covered the forward most hallway with deadly precision and focus while Metus was patched up. It was funny to see Metus like this, it was like watching your mother cry for the first time. A sort of beautiful vulnerability to the man and moment. For so long Metus had been the devil that Patricia had made a deal with to secure her power in the criminal underworld. He had handed her a robotic army that she still somewhat used to this day, and here he was just laying on the ground potentially bleeding out over a blaster shot.

"Call me Blondie again kid and I take a finger. It's Miss Blonde to you." If anyone here had earned the right to call her Blondie, it was the man who she owed her success to.

For a few moments Blonde remained focused on the hallway and her patience was rewarded with a droid that turned the corner to get a sitrep on the situation. Without hesitation a blaster bolt exited the barrel and struck the droid between the optics. It's head sparked for a moment as it lashed backwards and the lights went blank. Falling over in a heap of scrap, Blonde knew that they had about thirty seconds to get up and move before more came. Not they they couldn't take them, but they didn't have the time to be tied up in that kind of a fire fight with a wounded man.

"Thirty seconds." Blonde said calmly as she kept her rifle shouldered firmly.

Looking back at Metus who had the bacta patch placed on him, she hissed a little at how the probably was going to sting. It'd get him on his feet, but that was literally just putting an advanced bandaid on an actual gunshot wound. It'd maybe buy him thirty or so minutes of perhaps upwards to seventy percent full body movement. Scorched organs and flesh weren't going to heal from a patch.

"Sucking chest wound doesn't look good on you, Metus. I'll take point if you need me to. Just beam coordinates to my HUD." Blonde would then await what to do next. She wasn't familiar with this ship and they needed to hurry the hell up if they were going to survive this.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

(If you wanna interact or something PM me, I'm just going to be getting a few posts out for my company expansion objective)

"This place is a dump" Natalie's sister immediately exclaimed upon exiting the spaceship they arrived on, smuggled to the planet by black market dealers who passed them off as excess weapons to fuel @Gath('s) war machine. The only war machine that was exiting this was Natalie's stomach, which was rumbling to a 10 on the Richter scale. For now though, she was here to take notes, to learn, and possibly help someone on the way.

The natives here were an odd bunch. Not out there, as much as the yuuzhan vong. By "odd bunch" she was talking about their unique sense of culture and style, although I suppose that's what happens whenever you're under effectively the rule of a millitary junta disguising itself as a scientific organisation. Even behind the lines of guards patrolling walkways, she could spot a few that she could take some design influences for, possibly label it as 'Fashion under Facism'. Infact, that's a great idea.

By no way was she trying to undermine the struggle these people were going through, infact, perhaps through interviewing some of these people she could get an incite into the rebellion and furthermore, eventually help in being the cause of crumbling this regime.

For now? It was sketching time, or what little she could do of it. On her average day, she could masterfully sketch a still life photograph of flora and fauna, but, in the hustle and bustle of trying to stop themselves from being executed, the most she could get was proportions for one of these people's bodies, nevermind detailing the incredible patchwork and sewing taking place on their garments.

Nevertheless, she grabbed her sister's hand and made way for the nearest cantina that had not broken out into a street fight between local militias. She had work to do, even if that meant endangering her life.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective 2
Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
Posts: 1
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

When Tmoxin received the encrypted communication to travel to Siskeen, it was one of the more welcome holocalls she’d been waiting for. She’d just finished her impromptu vacation with Knight Dib and knew he’d been courting a political position on the planet governed by Confederacy loyalists.

After she’d landed The Sovereign Stingray near the Chambers of Wisdom where the Supreme Elder Caileta Isod had been given a talk, she’d received the intelligence report upon the situation:

“Droids have attacked the Chambers and we think they are being controlled by the Libra Collective.”

“None of that makes any sense to me, but okay.” Tmoxin did not hide the fact that she’d kind of hyperspaced there first and would ask questions later, but no one would know the real reason but the Hapan. Right now she only appeared like a loyal leader of the Confederacy, interested in helping her comrades and liberating Siskeen as planned. Whether she had or had not properly read up enough on the background of what lead to this rebellion was of no consequence to anyone. High Justice had its perks.

“Droids are the ones attacking you say?”

“Yes, Master Temi.”

Donning her specialized armor and grabbing an ion blaster from the weapons locker of The Stingray, she walked down the ramp heading towards the government building where she thought Knight Dib would be and not to the hangar where he and Kurenai Yumi actually were.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 2 (hold the line)
Location: Hanger bay
Post: 4

She could see and smell the blood coming from Dereks leg from his wound, the down side of not wearing any protection. It was true she herself had been hit multiple times during the fire fight, but her armor and neutral regeneration dulled most of the pain. Kurenai contemplated on helping the man but the wither of fire coming from the approaching droids combined with him said man pushing through the pain to reach the skirmish line changed her objectives.

Pedaling back, swinging her saber in a defensive she slowly backed away to the skirmish line, providing cover for Dib and her from the incoming blaster fire, while taking bot shots with her pistol, taking cover behind the captured AAT. Though the new wave did not have tank support, yet, they where greater in number then before, would they be able to hold in time for extraction? many of the soldiers around ere tired, an morale was low, despite her years of fighting in war Kurenai was a squad leader at best, not a commander, and not much of a speech giver. So she was more then glad as the fighting diplomat gave a rousing pep talk to the remaining men.

"I am willing to fight to my last breath, though no stupid battle droid is going to kill me", slapping another mag into her repeating blaster, taking aim at the closest battle droid, letting loose several deadly bursts of her own blaster fire, the modern weapon easily penetrating old metal hulls of their attacker. The fighting was intense and it seemed that even with the help of the tank the battle was still heavily in favor of the droids, quantity of quality, even 900 years in the future such a tactic was still useful, as long as the cost of victory didn't outweigh the cost of production.

Soon though a message came over her comm-line as command and the higher ups got wind of the situation, it was [member="Darth Metus"] demanding a status update. Taking full cover behind a crate Kurenai crouched down, turning on her communicator, placing a finger to ear. "This is Yumi sir, Derek Dib has managed to secure en escort the diplomats to the hanger bay while we held it from enemy troops, but now a fresh force has converged on our position".

A shoot glaceed past her cover, almost hitting the dark Jedi in the leg, the droids starting to fan out in an attempt to surround the defenders. "I do not know how long we can hold out, and the enemy combat strength is unknown, we need support, fighter, orbital bombardment any will do, just a way to clear the landing pad long enough to evac safely".

[member="Derek Dib"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

"This place is a massive dump." As the two walked into a Cantina. Right now, Carina repeating that phrase just about kept Natalie's sanity in check, because she really didn't think that it was sentiently possible to have a place be this boring, and it just seemed to transfer building to building. Like osmosis but from atmosphere and instead of seeping through cell walls, it was through literal brick walls. Smoke and mirrors, minus the mirrors was what this cantina was. A few sorry looking faces drinking their sorrows away, but what could you really expect from a planet effectively under siege?

But somebody sparked Natalie's interest. A - lady? - in the corner wearing a rather peculiar. Yes, that was the one. "Fashion under Facism" covergirl -- or boy --, spouting an imperialistic suit, top hat and a rather odd looking cane. Yes. Looking back on the situation, perhaps it was a little odd to scream with joy after simply seeing someone wearing a suit but that was as about as exciting as times were around this planet.

"NATALIE." her sister exclaimed and poked her, interrupting the sketching process. "Are you oka-...", her mouth was covered by Natalie's figure as she walked closer to the bar's manager and ignored her sister, who simply sighed and followed behind her in an equally casual strut.

"Excuse me.." whispering to the manager, although there was really no need. The woman in the corner looked to be passed out cold, and the guy next to her was passed out drunk. "Do you know anything about the woman over there" making a subtle head gesture to her left.

In response, the bar's owner simply shrugged his shoulders and responded. "You shouldn't take deathsticks so much." grinning to himself and then continuing. "So what do you want?"

Natalie's face screwed up before she wiped her eyes to reveal it was a hallucination groaning and sinking her head into her notebook.

 

[Malok]

Darth Metus set his jaw.

The initial contact between the patch and his flesh was extruciating. It felt as though a flame had been taken to the already wounded skin. However, after a few seconds passed, the numbing agents of the patch began to take affect. Pain was replaced by ice, which was replaced by a comfortable tingling. The exhaled and relaxed upon the wall, suddenly aware that he had begun to sweat during the process. "Thank you." he said, sounding winded for a moment. Once he had steading himself, he took a single step forward. "The way I see it, we don't have much of a choice Akabane. It's either go up there or we die going down."

With that said, the familiar voice spoke over the comm once more. Justifiable impatience characterized its tone, and Darth Metus agreed. They had to move, else they'd be dead. Plain and simple. "On it." he muttered. "Alright, [member="Miss Blonde"] please take point. The most I can do is play support right now. [member="Akabane Jarvik"], watch our backs. Don't want any droids sneaking up on us."

A frustrated application of the force saw the Turbolift's door's pushed open. Clearly, Darth Metus was not satisfied with being the equivalent of a wounded puppy.

"Support." he said, addressing the AI of [member="Natasha Darkstar"]. "Can you beam the layout to Miss Blonde's HUD? Please and thank y-"

Static.

A feminine voice.

Chit.

"Acknowledged." Metus responded, addressing [member="Kurenai Yumi"] 's report. "We're making our way to the Bridge now. Route your coordinates through Support and we'll see what support we can offer from above." With that said, and fingers crossed, the Sith entered the turbolift and motioned for his team to follow. Once situated, a behemoth groan preceeded their ascension.

IV

 

[Galven Hansol]

Location: Hall of Wisdom
Objective: Find Friendlies
Post: 2
Galven staggered down the hallway, every step causing hot needles to stab through his shoulder, as he went he saw the damage caused; droids littered the walls, people lay dead where they were cut down, blood splattered all around. He walked to a droid corpse and picked up the weapon on it, An HMC SMB, a blaster he designed. He held it in his hands and looked around at the death and destruction, his weapon had been used on innocent people, people he could see dead, eyes that still hold the horror they felt in the last few seconds of their life, and here was his weapon, a part of this massacre, and even if it wasn't true, he felt responsible, this was his doing.
He gripped the blaster in his right arm, still unscathed from the fighting, and trudged on. He walked forward, but only saw what was on the sides, people dead, "1, 2, 3," he counted every one, "35, 36, 37," this continued for possibly two minutes, or two hours, he didn't know; the only thing he did know, was the numbers, "53, 54, 55," the people he had killed, "62," but these numbers weren't in the tens, "79," no, these were in the millions, these were not only those he saw now, but those he knew had died elsewhere, all because of him, "97," he stopped, in front of him lay two doors, to the right, space dock, escape, freedom from this horror. The left, broadcast tower, where the leaders of Siskeen could tell their world of news as it came, laws, wars, death. Galven looked back, then forward, this was where his life diverged, one, where he could go back to his old life of luxury, women, drinking, and money or, he could change, he could try to rewrite his wrongs, it would not be the easy route, it would probably lead to his company failing, or worse, his death by those he wronged, but it would be right.
He walked through the left door, it opened, and before him, slumped in the middle of the large hallway, so grandiose yet empty, sat two people, an older woman, obviously nicely dressed, hugging, which had probably been extremely tight when she was alive, a little girl, no older than eleven. They had probably been at the Hall of Wisdom to see history take place, hoping to get a glimpse of the politicians they had only seen on the holonet, and see titans at work. Now the mother was dead, and although it looked like otherwise, Galven saw the girl shaking, "Hello there," he called, the girl grimaced, almost like she was expecting to get shot, before looking up to him. Her mother still was over her, and the girl wrapped herself tightly around her arms, still hoping for a mother's protection. Galven opened his mouth, almost about to say 'I'm sorry' when he stopped. This little girl was on the brink of collapsing, if he said that, she would most likely be a shell the rest of her life, if not already.
Galven walked up, squatted down next to her, and smiled, "Hi there again, I'm Galven, what's your name?"
"E-elana," she replied meekly.
He looked at her, he knew she couldn't stay here, she needed to be held by a living person, cared for, "Maybe this is where I start to fix things," he thought. He reached out to hold his hands over her own, and whispered in as caring of a voice as he could, "I've got you Elana, I'll get you guys out of here," she hesitated for a moment, almost pulling away from his touch, before grabbing his hands lightly. He gripped her hands and pulled her away from her mother's body, as soon as her mother's touch left her, she rushed into Galvan's arms, wrapping around him as though holding on for dear life, which was probably not all that wrong, "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, I've got you, you're safe," they sat like this for a few munites until Elena looked up, tears streaming down her face, "How about we get you to someplace warm and peaceful, does that sound good to you?" She nodded her head, "Then let's go," he stood up, still looking at her, smiling the best he could, hoping it was enough. He held onto her hand with his left, and though it pained his shoulder, the warmth in his heart kept his hand holding tight. He looked down the hallway, where the broadcast tower that could possibly shut down the droids was located at, and back through the door he had just gone through, and with all the power he could muster he walked back through and towards the space dock, to him, right now, Elana was the most important thing to him, and he was going to get her to safety. Galven looked back one more time at the body of Elana's mother, "98," he whispered.

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Objective 2
• Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
• Posts: 1
• Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] & [member="Tmoxin Temi"] & [member="Derek Dib"]

Aya wasn't one for space travel. She wasn't that fond of it, at all. Honestly, she found it disorienting and occasionally sickening, being on unnatural ground traveling lightspeed and beyond, it made the knight uneasy. So it had taken her extra long to prepare to travel to the planet Siskeen, and even longer to get a patrol craft together she didn't feel guilty for taking out of active duty to play chaperone. For her comfort, she had brought along her entire armor kit, along with her dress she planned to wear for her, and the ship was small enough it could be piloted with just an organic, which was comforting for the woman, and an aide to help her maintain appearances. She wasn't yet used to working with the CIS droids, she wasn't opposed to it per say but it was rather unusual for her.

Naturally she was more than a little surprised as they arrived to their location, to find the escort destroyed and the Courage descending into the atmosphere slowly. Well, this just got a lot more.. complicated. The woman was quick to disrobe, changing into the chainmail underlay for her armor and issuing orders to the pilot as her aide assisted in donning her armor. "Attempt to contact the Courage and apologize for being late, try to garner an assessment of what is going on. Then I want you to bring us down to the safest location you can find near our original destination. Keep the channel clear but report in whenever you garner something useful."

The ship descended to the planet's surface, with Aya Clarke stepping off the vessel not far from the Chambers of Wisdom, and not very far from The Sovereign Stingray either. Except rather than a dignified appearing leader of a droid armor stepping off the ramp, came the dignified knight, clad in durasteel armor well cared for. Polished well, but with the dings and nicks natural to war and battle, leaving it scarred despite its beautiful, useful design. The only recent change as of late to her armor was the CIS insignia sewn freshly into her cloth cape, which flowed and fluttered behind her as she walked out to survey the area. Whatever was going on... She lifted her helmet up, placing it on her head (though the face cage remained up for now, leaving her face visible) and made her way to the only person she could see walking.

She caught up to High Justice Temi swiftly, bowing her head to the woman in a sign of respect. "Lady Temi. I apologize for my lateness, regrettably it took much more time to prepare than I had anticipated. Would you care to appraise me of the situation as you understand it?" Depending on if Tmoxin Temi kept any track of her, she'd recognize the woman's face, and even if she didn't she might recognize the attire. She certainly had to be an oddity.

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The Pilot on the patrol craft, meanwhile, was attempting to make contact with the Courage in orbit. "This is Patrol Craft Aquarius to Carrier Courage. Can anyone hear me? General Clarke has arrived and requests a status update. Repeat, General Clarke has arrived to Siskeen and requests a status update. What is the cause of your descent now, over." The woman was starting to panic, of course. What exactly were the protocols to determine why your carrier was slowly falling out of orbit at the ground?

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

(If you wanna interact or something PM me, I'm just going to be getting a few posts out for my company expansion objective)

"I don't even know why I try anymore. Anything I do for this stupid company just gets thrown back into my face" sobbing into her Martini glass with her nose slightly touching the bottom of it, and beside that glass about 12 more followed. While she was no alcoholic, she did turn to it to relieve stress although much like any addictive substance, it turns out that by a clinic's definition she was almost definitely abusing it for the wrong reasons. Fun? There was no fun in running a company. It was all about how long it took you to break, and the sad thing is she would have an additional 4,878, thanks to her vampiric affinity.

"I think you're overreacting.. I mean, come on. We've been here for a whole... 8? 8 and a half hours? You're obviously just hungry or thirsty, and look. You've ripped your dress." While patting her back, Carina would lift the fabric up showing a rip in it. "Remember that song...? ♪Big girls don't cry..♪"

Which in turn, received a swift punch into Carina's stomach which was easily dodged due to her drunk state. The bartender looked down at Natalie in pity, beginning to take the martini glasses from the counter and clean them. This was probably the most business he had had in years, decades even.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you're looking too hard, and the thing you're actually looking for is just right in front of you, but because it's not the ideal thing you wanted, I.E a mystical old woman with magical powers, that perhaps you're oblivious to what you were really searching for? Also... alcohol won't solve your problems."

"WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR is something people on Coruscant and Corellia will wear because they feel pity for the people's situation here. Not some ripped up fabric." flicking the dress down. "Or some stupid girl with mascara running down her face" wiping her eyes "Or even an alcohol sobbing into a martini-... glass." The epiphany had come to her. She was... what these people were on a daily basis, she just didn't realize it.

"Take a picture of me. Now."

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

(OOC NB: Sorry for the double post but I just wanted to wrap things up so this doesn't look confusing to myself)

A grin besmeared itself against the bartender's face and Carina soon realized why he was so eager to sell Natalie a drink.

"We're leaving."

"What? Alright well let me fini" the glass smashed across the counter and all of a sudden she felt dizzy, interrupted... sleepy. "She's 23 you sicko."

He just laughed as he withdrew a scattegun from the bar.

"Oh I know, young people usually have money. Otherwise, they wouldn't be throwing it at a bum like me. Business has been rough these past couple of days. I'm the modern-day Robin hood."

Firing a round at the ceiling, causing wood to splinter and fall into Natalie's drink, and much to her dismay she couldn't do anything in response, bar sit there and hope her sister would pull through, less they be stuck on this "dump" to paraphrase Carina's wording earlier. Her sisterly instinct made her throw her hand back, looking for her SMG, but then he pointed his gun directly at her head, after knocking a slam into Natalie's and causing her to fall unconscious.

"Move one more step pretty princess and you'll join your friend."

Sweat dripping from her brow, Carina looked around for something, anything to at the very least distract him. Her hand was firmly clutched around her machine gun, ready to be pulled, although she was hesitant, knowing at the very least she would suffer a severe brain injury if he she moved an inch further.

A thud hit the man on the back of his back and he turned around in a surprised manner. Within a split second, she opened fire and caused him to drop lifeless to the ground, to reveal the small woman cackling. Carina then looked to her sister as she began to regain consciousness and wrapped her arm around her to support Natalie, and as she looked back at the mysterious woman but she was nowhere to be seen. although she could've swore that she heard a door banging.

There was no way they were staying on this planet.

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: hanger
Objective: 2
Post: 9

"Cover me."

The soft words were spoken with steely determination. Seeing the blaster rifle aside he knelt focusing upon the Force. Emotions swelled to the surface. Desire to protect the council and his fellow confederates. Anger at the act of terrorism. Peace from the knowledge that all would be as it was meant to. Rage at being attacked without provocation.

All the emotions swirled in the balance as Derek pulled the emotions and the power into himself. Feeling the flow from the Force grow he raised his head. He could feel the flow of life that created the force as well as the force that created life. He was a conduit. He was balance.

Rising he stretched forth both hands and released the summoned power in streams of lightning known as electric judgement. As the tendrils of charged energy collided with the droids the effect was easily seen. They dropped, charred armor and smoke. As his hands flashed and the power poured it he felt himself rapidly draining despite the large amount of damage his act was having upon the enemy.

Maybe it was exhausting, maybe it was a depletion of power, maybe it was the council cowering in fear, maybe it was the echo in the force of the redhead. Whatever happened caused his resolve to slip, his connection to the force dwindling.

Then a blaster shot hit him in the side of his chest dropping him behind the barricade. Half the droid line was taken out, but still there were more.

[member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Post: 3

The name he called the lady didn't settle well with her, and she made sure he knew it. Akabane nodded as she told him what to call her. He continued to do as instructed.

Akabane let out a sigh as Metus gave a reply. He wasn't the type to be scared of heights or anything really, but he wondered if there was a different way to get above. Time didn't allow a plan to be made however. "I understand."

Then, he heard a voice coming from his comm. His eyes made contact with the device on his wrist. "Huh?" the voice coming from the comm appeared to be giving a command. Akabane noticed Metus doing as it said so he naturally did as well.

"Alright, I've got your six." the operation involving stopping the Courage from crashing begun. He grabbed the lightsaber off of his belt and kept it ready to activate. Wind barriers are no match for a blaster. The new abilities and skills he acquired could be of some use though. Oh what a day to be alive! he thought with a smirk on his face.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: 2
Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
Posts: 2
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Aya Clarke"]

A voice nearby stopped her in her tracks. She turned to find a handsome woman clad in an impressive suit of armor. It took her a moment, but Tmoxin did recall meeting Knight Clarke on a previous occasion, perhaps a leadership function on Geonosis. The fellow Force user was not a part of the Geonosian Knights, but rather a general in the growing Confederacy military.

“Commander Clark, I presume. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The Hapan’s voice was calm, but direct. She’d also been a commander once for the Sith armies and while she often did miss playing that role, her life was far too complicated now to get back out on the field like that.

Or had she just grown complacent? Her thoughts fell briefly on Derek for a moment, and then she snapped back to the here and now.

“What I understand is that some renegade droids have attacked a handful of government buildings here on Siskeen. I’ve been briefed on numbers and-”

A blaster bolt rang out followed by the steady drum of droidsteps, far too uniform to be human. Tmoxin took cover behind the Stingray, through a bolt of red whizzed past her shoulder, searing the armor before she had time to fully hide. Using a strong burst of telekinesis, she slammed the first wave of approaching droids into one of the spaceport walls. But another line was rapidly approaching.

She finally sent a mental missive to Derek, just a brush to his consciousness to let him know she’d arrived on the planet and was possibly in trouble already. Her Hapan accented voice rang out loudly:

"If you can get back into your ship, General Clarke, can you transmit a warning that we'll need some backup?"