Dominion Old Ties and New | SJO DOM of Kiros

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore , Beltran Rarr

Turning to Red, Corte responded let’s just call it a hunch. Besides, look at their tracks on the ground. It appears that this group did come from the west. And from what I’ve heard about battle droids of old, they never travelled in small groups, so there must be more. It would also be nice if we can find out who or what is controlling them as well....

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Objective 2
Location: Outskirts of town, new housing division.
Callsign: Icarus-1-1
Personal Assets: Icarus Platoon, Fire Team Alderaan

Spoiler: Icarus Team Loadout:

3 x Ranger Special Forces

• 3 x OS-114 "Katarn Mk. II" Combat Armor
  • OS-112 "Valkyrie" Jump Jet
  • OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword
  • OS-108 Energy Shield
• 3 x OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle
• 3 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones
• 1 x OS-110 "Fury" Shielded Breaching Carbine named "Cindy." (Icarus-1-8 Paxton Reece)

Allies: Subject 73 Red , Reggie Faayare , Corte Fletchador , Valkren Calderon (maybe?)
Enemies: Clone Wars Era droids

Spoiler: Personal Kit:

Armor: OSX-02 "Mirage" Stealth Prototype Armor
Primary Weapon: OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle (chest rig)
Secondary Weapons:

• OS-104 "Reaper" Variable Strength Blaster Pistol (Drop Holster, right side)
• OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword (chest rig)
• Krath Itak Sword (back scabbard) Note to Force Users/Force Sensitives - this blade emanates a strong Dark Side aura
• Beskar Sword (back scabbard)
• 4 x frag grenades (chest rig)

Misc Gear:

• OS-108 Energy Shield (left wrist)
• 2 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones (chest rig)

Beltran returned Subject 73 Red 's salute crisply. "Good to see you again, Red." He replied before turning his attention to Corte Fletchador as the man explained his reasoning. At the mention of tracks he felt, more than saw, one of his men stir. "Yes Doss," Beltran spoke. "I see you." Corporal Doss had spent most of his life as a hunter on Saleucami and had only recently joined the Rangers as a personal favor to Beltran. "Take Reece and go scout ahead."

As the two Rangers began to make their way toward the wooded area, both of their weapons at the ready, Beltran decided it was time to weigh in.

"I have to agree with Jedi Fletchador's assessment." He said matter-of-factly. "I've retasked the drones to move west. Between them and Doss, we should be able to determine the source of the incursion quickly enough. Agent Red, I assume your helmet HUD has been tuned to the most recent specs? If so, tune to this com channel and you're receive telemetry from the drones in real time." To Corte, Beltran also spoke. "If you're using an encrypted datapad with the recent specs, you can do the same."

Going quiet, Beltran took some time to watch through the drones' electronic eyes as they flew through the woods to the west. Starting about a hundred meters away from their position, the drones began to take fire. "Looks like you're onto something, Jedi Fletchador." He said, trusting the others were watching the same telemetry as he was. "I'm counting at least twenty droids so far."

Two of the drones went down as the fire continued. But the others were able to race passed their advancing lines and into a clearing-more of a crater really. "Well, that explains it." Beltran said. In the clearing there was the telltale remains of a crashed C-9979 Landing Craft. "It must have been shot down during the Clone wars. The surviving droids probably went inert to preserve power and the housing teams must have reactivated them somehow. We need to get there quickly before more droids activate. A lander like that could easily have carried hundreds."

Beltran went quiet again, allowing the others to absorb what he'd said. For his part, Beltran opened up a general com signal. "This is Icarus-1-1 to any station. Be advised, we have incoming hostile battle droids advancing from the west of the housing section. Myself and a few elements are preparing to push through them in hopes of deactivating their control module, but others may make it passed us. Any military and police forces who are hearing this, I suggest you be ready to respond to any potential incursions."

Looking once more to the gathered men, Beltran nodded. "Well gentles," He said easily. "Shall we get moving?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective 1
Kyra Perl

At his age he should have known better. Better than to try and get involved in other people's business and better than to consider approaching a giant space dragon.

If Jacen hadn't learned by this point he wasn't going to be changing his ways. Staying far, far away from trouble seemed to be the only method that would keep him from walking towards danger.

Jacen had been to some truly awe inspiring locations. He had been on the council of an entire Jedi acamedy suspended in a glass bauble above fields of magma on Sullust. Yet this still stole his breath, caused an instinctive animal reaction that had the hairs on the back of his neck on end.

"I suppose..." he said as he stood from his table. "...that you ask it?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: On top of picnic table
Tag: I Irina Esta Klaus [open!! just tag me]

Kyra slowly stood up, lifting herself up onto the table without care for her manners. The three feet higher were three feet feet closer she could be to the dragon. No doubt her improper decision to stand on the banquet table drew quite a few disapproving stares.

She didn't care.

"Hey dragon!" She called out, her voice rough at first, smoothing out with use. "... Can I get a ride?!" The questions, while rude, was delivered by a set of very genuine eyes, the girl peering up with unreserved curiosity. She radiated warmth too. That and the subtle edge of pain. Her innocence was apparent. Seemed she lacked a parent around to correct her otherwise.

It would make sense.

She was in jedi garb.

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr

Responding to Lieutenant Beltran Rarr , Corte said We shall, it is of the utmost importance that we take out the operational droids and then destroy the landing craft. As Corte moved forward, he again tried to open his mind to the promptings of the force, as he did, he said to the others we probably should stay off the main path here and move within the forest. The trees should provide sufficient cover for when we encounter the droids. When Corte was about 50 meters into the woods, he began using the trees for cover and scanning his surroundings. Then it happened, a blaster bolt hit the tree beside him and he saw the patrol of battle droids in front of the group. Contact to the front of us.... aiming his blaster pistol and firing, he took down three immediately and then started searching for his next target.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2

Before Reggie had made it to the droid Subject 73 Red had stepped in between him and the droid, saying that it may be dangerous. before he could say anything, another man had appeared along with more droids. The Padawan went for his lightsaber but the droids had been taken out before he had the chance to do anything.

Reggie just listened and examined one of the droids. Corte Fletchador was right about the droids usually appearing in big groups. From what the Padawan understood, these droids were meant to overwhelm, not to expertly take opponents out on their own. Beltran Rarr sending out drones to scout ahead gave them the information they needed, so now was the time to act. "Right. Let's take them out before they can cause serious problems, which shouldn't be a problem with the group we have here." It seemed like everyone that had gathered were professionals, so Reggie was confident they could handle the situation.

Reggie followed the group, making sure he'd be able to jump in and defend anyone from blaster fire. The Padawan was a defensive fighter afterall. When they were being fired upon by the droids the Padawan quickly ignited his lightsaber, deflecting any bolts that came towards him or his allies. Reaching out with the force, Reggie was able to lift one of the droids and throw it in front of the others, making a few of the other battle droids stagger a bit and throw of their aim even more.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Objective: BYOO Make Contact Again. Don’t get killed. Shave.
Location: Somewhere at a landing pad. Off in the distance. Way over there.

Was one Kei Amadis. At least one, but only ever one.

Rapidly greying hair, a shabby beard which on a good day might be considered a poor attempt at stubble. Kei was laying down, hiding, under his ship as it happened. Hiding from a distressed Ex Fyor Nayus droid who had lost the hyper-whatsit tool of the month and was now debating the logic of not taking off with the engine matrix. Even the dead droid was getting cranky in its old age.

Kei was debating with the wind also, much more calmly of course, in a very Jedi Master-y way if anyone asked, even though he'd just hit his head getting into this mess of wires. How he'd come into the possession of his once dead now thrice replicated Fyor droid once again would be a tale for the ages, or just a stiff drink at the local bar.

Suffice to say the journey had not been kind. Space elves were surely to blame, random cat aliens, or Sith alchemy woven into the wiring... again. Given his luck the latter was probably more likely, and no amount of scrubbing washed the sith out. For it had been surely eons since he had encountered space elves, and the destruction of the once-proud twice cursed cat oblivion had been covered in neon lights on galnet.

Zzz something burned his thumb.

"OUCH. Watch it." Kei echoed with a mouthful of thumb in cheek. Thought filled Karma perhaps paying him a well-deserved visit for his musing. Well as you got older you were allowed to ramble, at least that was his view on it. Older he was than last time he'd returned and not much wiser for the journey.

With a humming sound of mechanical victory, he'd turned the right nut or bolt on the ambiguous statements 'freighterous' ugly underbelly, though calling his own ship traitorous didn't sit well with him even in passing. They'd been through hell and back many times, seen a lot of good people come and go. He grinned at the memories of their faces, some dead, some better than dead, and some worse off. A chipped tooth in his grin's lineup and more than one scar framing a weathered look, clouded by some form of gas from the repairs which had him coughing.

No not gas from the repairs, gas from a droid’s body smoking on the floor, Fyor’s body now lay prone beside him. The eyes of his old thrice dead friend closed and he feared the worst, but they opened again and blinked three times. Kei’s sense had the danger already in focus, though the three blinks indicated three droids to confirm it. The sounds of their weaponry had been short and sharp.

“If it’s about the mess. I have credits,” he called out to the silence surrounding the ship.

There was no response. Heartbreaking as it was to call the ambiguous statement a mess. Something a beautiful young Jedi soul had convinced him to keep once upon a time, for the memories and lifetime within it. It was a mess.

Flat on the ground as he was under this mess, underneath the ship he didn’t have much of an advantage or chance of fast movement. Stripping of all but his most basic armor to work on the ship, battle was not preferred either. The Epicanthix patiently closed his eyes and waited. Not moving. There was a sense of peace falling over him, and inward, practiced calm.

 

[Glade]

Objective 1.
Location: Heading to the Feast.
@ Any

A Spectrum of One​

Hum of dirty grey hoverchair caused the dust to move along the path in its wake. Dust and light debris which seemed to move of its own will when she was well past unsettling it. Sat atop, Glade’s dirty hair rested down to her lap and well hid her eyes. There was melancholy at the celebrations, most of the events of the day rolled off the woman like water on the shoreline, steady, inevitable lapping of people toward her, just as inevitably they moved away to isolate her from the tide. It was almost as if people drifted away, and wise perhaps they were to do so for she had nothing but a brief acknowledgment or forced nod as she passed.

Unease? Perhaps. If there was single emotion it was her ever apparent nurturing of loneliness. Almost a practiced art which often made people feel uncomfortable if they tried to interact with it. Social awkwardness personified and magnified wouldn't do it justice. Leaves in her hair, her clothing as torn as ever, there were holes and patches of repair where her simple brown cloth had been restitched. The subtle whipping of winds and force energy were ever-present around the force witch, almost as if as her body had weakened her spirit relied more on the force to sustain it.

No danger existed, no more than you might feel from the weather. It did seem however there was a subtle bending of color around the woman, it was hard to explain unless you had very heightened senses and perhaps could be dismissed as a trick of the light. In truth it was a very subtle aura that had once existed in full vivid color, turning to grey. Her hovering chair came to a stop around a broken rock, an old statue, and she placed her palm stretched out across it, her mind wandering around the edges of its many memories, both physically and from those that had interacted with it.

Closing her eyes, the nearby town square faded away entirely. Glade remained and bathed herself both in past memories and present emotion to see what was unfolding, learning the present events from what had transpired nearby. This absence had left her more detached than the previous time lapses, but then for Glade detached was where she was both strongest and most at home.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 2
Corte Fletchador Reggie Faayare Esta Pulsarcore Beltran Rarr

Red nodded to Corte Fletchador . "That's good enough for me." He replied. It was enough of a reason for Red.

He turned back to Beltran Rarr . "Yes sir. I'll tune in." Red tuned his helmet into the frequency. He could see everything from the drones. Then, he noticed it. The landing shuttle. One that could house a lot of droids. This was bad.

Red tuned out of the signal. "Well, that wasn't good." He said. Beltran spoke to them. Red nodded. "Yes sir, let's get moving."

Red followed after Corte. They moved through the woods, moving towards the droid transport. Then, Fletchador took cover behind a tree. He shot down three droids. Reggie Faayare lifted one of the droids with the Force and threw it at the others. Red ran past a tree. He turned to the right, and fired two shots. Two droids standing there went down, with two blaster marks in their heads. Red ducked under another blaster bolt. He turned to where it came from and fired. Another battle droid fell.

"So, I have a couple of ideas on how these droids are still working. One, a super tactical droid is controlling them. There have been stories of some regiments of battle droids surviving the shutdown order because a super battle droid refused the order, thinking it to be a Republic plot. We might have woken it up. Two, an old control module, again, it was probably woken up." Red told them.

Then, from the bushes, a commando droid ran out towards Red with a vibroblade in hand. It swung it at Red. Red dodged to the right, narrowly dodging the vibroblade. Red swept the droid's legs out from under it. Red then brought his boot down on it's neck, which would have been fatal if it needed that. Red then twisted his foot and moved it back towards it's head. It's head popped off, and the droid shutdown.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 1: Feast
Allies: Glade

With the groundbreaking ceremony being completed, albeit with limited Jedi attention, she could then take a slice of the giant Skor cake, while another late arrival came to Kiros, this time not carrying any refugee in tow. Then excavation work continued, in a much less ceremonial fashion. Just that the heavy duty excavation work would need to wait until the feast ends, and then it would be mostly about marking the sites for that purpose, digging trenches that were somewhat shallow. Nevertheless there were so many refugees that the giant Skor cake would not be enough to have everyone be served a slice of it. The work may be long but, in the end, the promise of a better life would certainly need some work.

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr

Responding to Red's thoughts on the subject, Corte said My guess is that it isn't the first scenario, otherwise these droids would have been harassing the people in this area for a long time. He paused thoughtfully and mentioned Well, that, and we would have cleared them out a long time ago. I’m going with your second scenario, that somehow we woke up a control module - possibly via the recent expansion of the town due to the new arrivals. I say we push to the landing craft and take it out, that is the likely place that contains the module. Then he saw two more battle droids in front of him who fired on his position. Corte instantly switched from pistol to light saber and deflected the two laser bolts, using them against their originators and taking them out of the fight permanently.

 

[Glade]

Objective 1. Memories of Cakes past.
Location: Fasting from Feasts Eternal.
Jessica Med-Beq

Unsurprisingly lacking cake of her own, and looking somewhat on the malnourished side truth be told, paler perhaps than even her old Echani friend of late, Glade raised her head, eyes somewhere behind the mass of hair, leaves and twigs within the mush. A certain Jedi Master was remembered for her past actions and kindnesses, the past dictating the future so absolutely for the force witch. It was not long before the low hum of the hoverchair signaled she was heading towards Jessica, a beacon of remembrance in the festivities surrounding them.

Though she had no refugees she did have business later building an orphanage for the young and a memory archive for those without homes, so they might rebuild their heritage and past. Two things she valued more than anything in providing others. A slave’s past, could it ever be reconciled within a community memory? An odd balancing act to the void and detachment she felt from her own past. The wind was her heritage, coming and going but never staying for long. Etching images into the memory archives of events.

“Master Jedi.” Natoline’s older voice surpassed Glade’s persona for an odd moment, there was a flicker of energy or life about the girl, “how is the cake,” even a smile somewhere beneath the hair, hollow as it was before the grey of her aura reclaimed the moment.

Then time might pass in silence or a pleasant polite nod of her head to any response. Ever so slightly there was something else. Something not right. Nothing about glade was normal but this was beyond her usual stark contrast to the nature of a festival. It was ever so difficult to sense, and it might be missed entirely, there was…

“Do you have any regrets?” An odd question to ask someone she had not seen in so long. Glade looked up toward the sky, the air currents above forming weather patterns through the force, the past gripping the present climate. Looking back at the festival-goers and life of the party around her, she wished her band were here. So she might sing once again. A vain wish. Parting the hair from her face her palm wrapped around a small necklace and holdout blaster that almost burned. “I regret not seeing more of it all.” She looked back to Jessica, "most of all though, y'know, I kinda regret being so selfish." Another reason she could not allow herself to indulge in the festivities

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Objective 2
Location: Outskirts of town, entering forest
Callsign: Icarus-1-1
Personal Assets: Icarus Platoon, Fire Team Alderaan

Spoiler: Icarus Team Loadout:

3 x Ranger Special Forces

• 3 x OS-114 "Katarn Mk. II" Combat Armor
  • OS-112 "Valkyrie" Jump Jet
  • OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword
  • OS-108 Energy Shield
• 3 x OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle
• 3 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones
• 1 x OS-110 "Fury" Shielded Breaching Carbine named "Cindy." (Icarus-1-8 Paxton Reece)

Allies: Subject 73 Red , Reggie Faayare , Corte Fletchador , Valkren Calderon (maybe?)
Enemies: Clone Wars Era droids

Spoiler: Personal Kit:

Armor: OSX-02 "Mirage" Stealth Prototype Armor
Primary Weapon: OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle (chest rig)
Secondary Weapons:

• OS-104 "Reaper" Variable Strength Blaster Pistol (Drop Holster, right side)
• OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword (chest rig)
• Krath Itak Sword (back scabbard) Note to Force Users/Force Sensitives - this blade emanates a strong Dark Side aura
• Beskar Sword (back scabbard)
• 4 x frag grenades (chest rig)

Misc Gear:

• OS-108 Energy Shield (left wrist)
• 2 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones (chest rig)

Beltran ducked as the blaster bolts started flying, taking a knee as Jedi Corte Fletchador took out a group of three and Agent Subject 73 Red dispatched another. Jedi Reggie Faayare used the Force to smash another all the while using his lightsaber to deflect the incoming bolts. Beltran used the cover to contact the men he'd sent scouting.

"Icarus-1-3, 1-8, report." He called over the comlink.

The transmission was received and a split second later Beltran could hear the sound of blaster fire over the com as Paxton Reece, Icarus-1-8's voice came back to him. "Sorry boss, we're a little swamped." He replied, pausing for a moment-ostensibly to down a few droids before continuing. "We're about 50 meters to your southwest, just on the edge of the clearing with the crashed lander. Doss is up a tree firing over-watch on the droids as they're activating and I'm covering him from the ground. It's getting a little dicey here, what's your ETA?"

Beltran quickly took in their team's situation with practiced eyes. "We're seeing light to moderate resistance. If it keeps up like this, ten minutes at most. Can you hold?"

There was another pause before Reece responded. "Uhhh yeah, I think so."

"Good," Beltran said. "If your position becomes untenable, retreat into the woods and rendezvous on my position."

"Got it."

With that, the transmission ended and Beltran returned his attention to the fight in front of him. His lone remaining Ranger had taken his place on the line, firing in support of Agent Red and the two Jedi. He downed another pair of droids as they came crashing through the brush. Moving to his feet, Beltran raised his own rifle and began to fire at targets as they appeared.

Each of his shots downed a droid, leaving another three on the ground, before he spoke. "Let's push forward," He called to the others. "My scouts are telling me that a lot more are waking up. If we can't destroy whatever is controlling them, this is going to become...interesting. Jedi's Fletchador and Faayare, if you could take point and deflect the incoming fire, Agent Red, myself and Icarus-1-4 here can form a firing line behind you."

The Lieutenant would wait until all the members of the team moved into position and then he would advance along with them, firing at the incoming droids as he moved.

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr

Responding to Beltran Rarr , Corte said that sounds like an excellent plan Lieutenant, let's move out. Forming at the tip of the group with Jedi Reggie Faayare , he then began to push forward and using trees and large rocks for cover. After the last group, things seemed to lighten up - there was one lone droid here and two maybe three there. They were all dispatched easily, it was almost as if the group took turns taking them out. Then they encountered a group of eight all at once. Corte took out one with the built in pistol of his lightsaber and then, as before, switched to lightsaber in an instant and deflected two laser bolts, taking down two more droids. Then out of nowhere at all, a droid who wasn't part of the current group and was red in color, charged Corte with his blaster firing. Corte deflected the droid's laser bolts and when he was in range, sliced him in half with his lightsaber. Everyone, be aware of your surroundings - these droids are everywhere. My guess is that the red ones were using the others as a distraction. Corte then turned his attention back to the fight at hand.....

 

[Taiden Keth]

Objective 1 - Hair Braiding. Food Fighting. Abundance.
Location: Atop a Table.
@Solo

While the festivities and dragons continued. Where was Taiden? Guess. Meditating atop a table. A youngling slave braided his longer than usual silvery hair, his eyes were closed barely aware of the distraction. Dressed in white upon whites with shocker some grey boots, his aura was almost pristinely perfect with just the flicker of nuance or smear upon it. There was a great sense of peace and light in his meditation which had the feasting slaves he’d escorted settled around him, and yes there was a smile upon the Echani’s face as his hair was uncomfortably pulled this way or that.

Today was a happy day. Breathing deep of harmony and peace. The galaxy was chaos, only in your own heart could you keep peace. That was all you owned. Not that taiden would ever think of pride but Matsu and Nima would have been proud of how he’d turned out. Balanced, happy and less stuck up than he started. Well nobodies perfect.

His eyes opened and he was about to speak to the youngling braiding his hair, but her mother soon picked her up apologizing, Taiden just smiled. The Echani rose from the table and tried to attract the attention of the young and old slaves that he had the duty of escorting safely. “Today is your day and home. What do you wish to do?” He said softly as always. His body language open to their suggestion or preference.

There was some murmuring. “EAT!” One of the thinner slaves shouted loudly to laughter, some of them looking like they could eat for ten years and still not take their fill, another shouted drink and one or two picked up their kids to take them to the attractions and festivities.

One youngling threw some salad at him and for a brief second his white upon white demeanor had a much-needed spec of green cabbage. Which he promptly replaced on the plate. Some of the kids had so much food given to them by the Jedi nearby that they could throw it, a sight that shocked their parents. It was a completely different environment for slaves who had known only scarcity. When one of their parents went to correct them, Taiden could sense it. Standing up, “please, let them know they have an abundance here,” softly suggested, for it not his place to tell them how to parent, but he sensed it might help heal old wounds.

Spoiler

OOC: Just dusting him off for a post or two, not looking to pair up with Taiden

 

[OOM-7795 (Oomy)]

Objective 2 (Droid on Droid Action)
Corte Fletchador Esta Pulsarcore Reggie Faayare Beltran Rarr

Oomy had arrived with here on Kiros with Tyluko and Kladro after the disaster that was Kintan. Despite the droid's best efforts to protect the fortress, the Sith had overrun the fortress and eventually secured the planet. During that battle Oomy had fought alongside a group of BX-series commando droids in service to the modern CIS. They had tried to convince him to join them, to fight among droids once again. For a brief moment, he had wanted to join them, to be among his kind again; but he declined. He was loyal to Tyluko-Kai Kaimana and to the Silver Jedi.

However, once again Oomy's past as a combatant for the CIS during the Clone Wars would rush to the present. He had just heard reports that SJO Operatives had encountered reawakened Clone Wars era battledroids; his former allies. He was unsure of what to make of this news, but he figured that his knowledge of his former allies would prove invaluable to the SJO operatives. He had not served on Kiros as the events on Kiros with the old Zygerrian Empire occured after the Battle of Mon Cala which is where Oomy went missing before being reawakened hundreds of years later. However, he knew the droids, and he knew their strategies.

Oomy started making his way to the SJO operatives, his old E-5 blaster rifle attached to his back. He activated his comlink " Kladro Uz'ra please hurry up, I may need you to vouch for my...character"

As Oomy approached the group, he raised his hands in a show of good faith. "Don't shoot, I am with the SJO I am here to help. I am OOM-7795, companion to Jedi Tyluko-Kai Kaimana "

Oomy only recognized two of the individuals there; Beltran Rarr and Reggie Faayare . Both of whom had served on Kintan, but he had never had a chance to interact with him. "I hope they don't blast me" He thought to himself

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr , OOM-7795 (Oomy)

When Corte saw OOM-7795 (Oomy) and he was proclaiming himself to be a companion of a Jedi, he started to think that these battle droids were getting bolder by the minute. However, be it the force or intuition, he paused momentarily before firing on the droid. To verify the story, he called over to Beltran Rarr and Reggie Faayare do either of you two recognize this droid, if not, I will put it out of our misery? The feeling he had about the truthfulness of the droid grew stronger and in that instant Corte raised his pistol and fired. However, Corte didn't hit the droid, rather he took out a battle droid that was sneaking up behind him. Corte looked at the Oomy and said Welcome to the fight, friend. Focusing back on the battlefield unfolding in their midst, Corte began looking for his next target....

 

[Kyra Perl]

Objective1
Location: Feast table
Tags: Metis Athena Elpis Amani Serys [open!]

Kyra looked down from atop the table she stood on, disbelief still in her eyes as she regarded those that regarded the dragon above them.

It had yet to acknowledge either of them, a fact which seemed to confuse some and unnerve others. "Do you think it knows how to talk?" She asked to two girls sitting around her. Metis Athena Elpis Amani Serys were both new faces to her, but that was more a testament to her small attention span than their actual participation.

On a usual day she would have already introduced herself-- sat down with them, chatted about boys. Today she felt like a puzzle-piece version of the old her. Held together by glue. The masters didn't lie about the consequence of war...

For a moment the pain pinched into her eyes, moisture gathering there.

And then she gave them both a tight smile and jumped down, sitting besides them instead.

"No one is gonna believe me when I tell them this. They always think I'm lying." She sounded indignant, though one would quickly learn that Kyra was definitely at fault for telling fantastical stories. She meant well, she just couldn't help herself.

"You're seeing this, right?" Concern hit her brow, the girl considering for a moment that she was hallucinating again.

They had said the corruption was gone.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 1: Feast
Interacting with: Glade

"Master Jedi, how is the cake?" the newcomer (Glade) asked Jessica, before asking about regrets. "Do you have any regrets?"

"Any regrets I may have were instead to do with warfare"

What alien species was that person raised among? As much as racial considerations affect one's social graces, and that one's etiquette was another's rudeness, that newcomer was acting so outlandish, but the Togruta authorities had a master plan that included an orphanage and a museum, while that master plan also called for foster families - because, unfortunately, there were some parents that outlived their kids on Kintan, and Togrutas preferred foster families whenever possible because it would be less expensive than orphanages - this resettlement plan was already expensive with the construction of an entire town, she thought, while realizing that it was years since that person was last seen among Jedi. On Antar most likely, albeit that person was not involved in the orbital standoff. Just that, while the slices of cake were steadily dwindling, she could always have some BBQ spare ribs, maybe even grilled karkan ribenes, if she was comfortable eating what Trandoshan cooks had to cook. And even Atrisian char siu, but races that didn't seem to like meat that much would instead have foodstuffs such as tubers.

"Maybe you could have some BBQ grill"

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare Corte Fletchador Beltran Rarr Esta Pulsarcore OOM-7795 (Oomy)

Red nodded to Lieutenant Rarr when he suggested a formation. He moved behind the two Jedi and started firing on the droids. He shot down four more B1's. He looked around. They were still coming, and plenty more were probably on their way. "Now, at least it's mostly only B1's. Later, though it might be B2's, more BX's, Droidekas, and maybe even tanks. Shall I call or reinforcements and/or air support?" Red asked while he shot down two more droids.

Then, a droid approached them. Red almost shot it, but it introduced itself as a friendly. Strange, but not unheard of. Red nodded to the droid. "Can you communicate with these droids?" He asked the droid.