Operation: Empire's Future - Sith Empire Tier 2 Dominion of Ord Trasi and Kol Huro

[Hailey Sosis]

LOCATION: Ord Trasi North Shipyard
OBJECTIVE: Take the shipyard | Side with the Sith Empire
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Wearing
Post: 9/27

She nodded when the other woman said, they just kill non essential staff. She smiled broadly, as she could snese it was nearly time kill things, she just had not to get kill happy. Then the newly turned sith, asked who she was, Oh Harley, Harley Quinn. I empty Emperors chamber pot sometimes. Never after a curry night though, I try and pass that on to some else. She said with a smile, as she spoke the ship began to land, and then put on her helmet, and waited to be directed into battle. She was grinning with excitement, and she waited as soon it was time to get angry. She use this to build up her self up into a rage, her only problem would be getting to a kill happy mode.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Post: [04/20]
Location: Ord Trasi, Shipyards
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Outside of a utility closet, Grigori was mashing buttons on his communicator. "These things, they are never the working properly," he complained, squinting at the screen. All he wanted to do was call Derrenger, but the thing kept freezing up. It was basically unresponsive. Or maybe he wasn't getting a signal? No, it should have automatically connected to the shipyards. They weren't being jammed, were they? Internal communications should have still been working. Not to mention that punch-through add-on he was required to have. Company policy. Still, Grigori was no good with any of this.

Tech-savvy wasn't in his list of skills, unlike the Syndicate Enforcer that had come with him. The one that had taken the keypad by the utility closet off the wall and was currently fiddling with wires, trying to get it to open. "You have anything running in the background?" He asked.

"Background?"

"Yeah," the Enforcer continued, now trying a different set of wires. "You leave too many things running in the background it slows down the device. Bugs it out."

Grigori turned the device over in his hand, as if attempting to check its back. "How does one-"

"Hit the center button twice."

Click click.

"Oh," said Grigori. "I see."

"Yeah."

Grigori spent an inordinate amount of time closing an inordinate amount of background programs, swiping them all away into digital purgatory. He never knew how to do that. A bunch of programs had still been running from the first day he had played around with the communicator, chugging away at his battery like no tomorrow. How was he supposed to know they were still there? They went off the screen, he assumed they were gone. Why would he need to do this swiping nonsense? "Do a lot of people having this issue?"

There was a bit of an electrical discharge between two wires the Enforcer were holding up against one another. The utility closet doors shuddered but did not open fully. From inside, there was a faint whimper. "Just my nonagenarian mother," said the Enforcer. "Why?"

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Ord Trasi North Shipyard
OBJECTIVE: Take the shipyard | Side with the Sith Empire
ALLIES: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Harley"]
POST #: 3 / 20

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Without looking at Harley, Connor spoke.

"Quinn. Unusual name."

He pointed to the left of the yard, to the thickest, highest tower. It was a multiple story build of levels that fed to different areas of the assembly cranes. The offices and control room was at the top.

"We head in there. Get to the top of the highest platform, the control room. Do not waste your time on the staff, they won't be a problem. You just focus on the security who try to stand in your way. And when you get there, do NOT kill the ones in the control room. I need them alive."

Connor flexed his right hand, and glanced at his black cybernetic left hand as it whirred gently. Taking his dark black lightsaber hilt in hand, he span it around his palm.

"Setzi, Harley. You will take us through. I will cover stragglers."

The large tower loomed ahead, and he could make out warning lights flashing at the peak, and the groaning of cranes coming to a stop working on the ship.

"We have one job to do. Don't let me down."

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Kol Huro
Objective: Infiltration
Persons of Interest: @Vereshin; [member="Darth Metus"]
Post: 1/20

"Here are the final preparations." A hand reached out from a cloak and took the paper, a concealed figure briefly examining it before stowing it in the folds of its robe. "We infiltrate the hotel on the East corner then make for the roof."

"So be it. We rendezvous there."

Once, perhaps, there was a time when Antherion would smile, revel, skip down the streets at the thought of being able to wreak havoc like this on a city at will. Now, he smiled little and skipped less. Why would he? Obsequiousness, subservience, false friendship: once, these had been the most powerful tools in his arsenal, but they now gained him nothing. After the long sleep, it seemed he had awoken in an age of harsh truth, and lies no longer were fitting.

Subtlety, of course, was always necessary.

The withered man moved through the side paths and alleyways as a whisper in the back of the mind, as a chill down the spine, as a dream forgotten on waking. The people who passed him took no note of the dark-robed figure. No one asked questions about the man in the mask. They saw, but they did not care, and then the image dried up from their minds, leaving only a brief, bitter sensation of unease.

They were to need as high a population concentration as possible in the area, which meant they would have to avoid panicking the herd. As he moved to the hotel, Antherion gave pause for a moment. The Sith had poured over floor plans and schedules in preparation, yet he never had actually visited the hotel. Anomaly was possible -- an unanticipated Jedi, or adept, or expert soldier rising from the teeming hordes of nobodies to oppose him.

At the same time, he sensed no such thing. Perhaps today, there would be no heroes. It would be a welcome change. Making pace to a lower service door, he wrenched it from its hinges with a wrist-flick. Only appropriate that he use such a door, for as long as he was trapped serving the will of greater Sith, and mightier Empires. He entered coldly, paying no heed to anyone who might investigate. Too soon, it would be too late to run far enough, and there would only be darkness for them, and the long sleep.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Kol Huro I​

Objective: Aid Lord Fa​

Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Sal Katarn"]​

(8/27)​

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Unlike Tai Fa, there was no one waiting for Kith on the other side of the double balcony doors. Why watch them from the inside, after all, when a pair of sharp eyes covered them from the outside? Why lock them, when they were nothing more than a glorified window?

As the door to the apartment blew in with far more force than those within could ever have expected, so too did the glass of the balcony doors implode. A vibration, shifted through her palm for that beat before Fa acted, and then a flick, and shards of glass when slicing through the air. Guided by the Force, she wasted none of them. A hundred shards of glass finding new residence in the four bodies closest- none of them deep or fatal, but bringing a blossoming of pain and blood and fear.

She kept the trajectory away from the feathered form subduing the man before him, stepping into the room through the frame of shattered glass. Masked face took in the scene at a glance. A half dozen of the largest pieces of glass floated around her, catching light on the sharp edges and refracting it in a dozen colours, half of which were lost on the masked sith.

Two of them men had the levelness of spirit necessary to raise their blasters. One fired off a shot. She didn't move, didn't flinch, merely brought one of the larger shards flashing before her and deflecting the blast as the others sliced through the air to stop only bare centimeters from both men's eyes.

Came the guttural voice through the mask.

She didn't know which of the men in this room Tai Fa needed alive.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Jacob Crawford"]

Post: 4

"Ah kark, one of my birds must have gotten out," she cried, looking extremely upset. "Looks like its half a klick west of here, some warehouse or something. Do you think we can go and get it back, honey?"

All carefully scripted, even her facial expressions and if there were any Force users among the insurgents who might have an inkling of training, that would be all they would feel. A girl upset that her pets had gotten out somehow or other. In reality of course, she was letting her partner know they were getting close to their target and they should be getting their weapons ready. Another beep from her wristpad briefly indicated the number eight on it.

"Oh no, we need to hurry!" she said, taking his hand to drag him along in a pretend panic. "My bird's sensor chip is picking up eight lifesigns near it! It could be swoop-hawks or something!"

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
[4/27]

"I'm sure the little bird is fine." Jacob said, acting his part to try and soothe his distraught partner. "Certainly dear, we'll both go and get it back." The pair continued to run through the streets, Eldaah's panic pulled various eyes towards them but they were quickly averted when the strangers realized it was nothing of consequence to them. Gradually the further they went, the less crowded things became, until they eventually arrived at the building in question where there was hardly another person in sight. Well maybe a drunk or two.

Now they were free from any prying eyes, Jacob's mask slipped away into cold focus - his attention on the warehouse before them. From the outside it seemed pretty standard, sizable building with what he'd presume was an open area on the ground floor with a set of catwalks high above. He looked over at Eldaah, who at this point had similiarly dropped her masquerade.

"So eight signatures, probably an impromptu meeting - meaning they've likely grouped up on the ground floor." Jacob paused as he thought on a plan of attack. "We could take a high/low approach? I can take low and see if I can get near enough to one of them to reach into their mind."

As he spoke, Jacob unbuttoned his coat and reached in, pulling out the lightsaber and daggers he had hidden. With practiced ease, he clipped the first on his belt and slipped the two sheathed blades into place. He turned his head to look at his partner.

"You ready?"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[4/20]
Objective: Acquire fine art.
Location: B&E at the Ordell Manor

Darth Ophidia strolled through the well-kept gardens with its fountains and its classical design. Her hands rested clasped behind the small of her back. She appeared a rigid ghost, but there was not a grain of unnecessary tension in her. She stopped before reaching the door, perhaps some thirty meters before its threshold.

Something was off.

The ashen skinned woman turned her head to a whirring sound out on the lawn. Of course, such a place like this had a droid perpetually clipping the lawn, even when the enemy invaded and the rich locked themselves tighter than a Muun’s wallet. Her eyes squinted at the little droid and it stopped in place. Then, with a flick of her head she tossed it onto the paved path on which she strolled. The droid made a confused screech and a terrible rattle as it tumbled along and finally righted itself. She exhaled a breath of disappoint-

BOOM!

She almost jumped and had she eyebrows, then they would be whole no longer. The little droid had uncovered what she had expected: Mines. The droid was blown to a sad scattering of bits. But if the droid could mow the lawn, yet not move safely along the path, was the grass safe? She looked at it intently for a few seconds. She could see a recent path made by little wheels. So, with her rigidity intact, she turned to the lawn and strolled along it. It was quiet, contemplative, perhaps even nice. She had not done this since Mindabaal. Perhaps she ought to get a garden?

It became evident to Ophidia that the house was surrounded by branches of the pathway. Was it all trapped? Possibly. Did she want to chance it? She did not. Instead, she took a few steps back and tensed her legs. Her hands fell loose and came to her sides as she crouched. And she an, one three, six, twelve steps and jump. The force made her strong and carried her far. She balled herself up in the air and bowed her head down as-

SNAP-HISSCRASH!

One of her two sabres ignited and broke the tension of the transparent surface before her body smashed through. The tension that made it strong now had the window crumble into a thousand shards that clattered against the carpeted floor inside. Ophidia rolled to her feet, blade brought up in front of her by habit. Her head cocked to the side as she heard the distinctive click of a loaded blaster.

 

[NightSister]

Location: Graf's Caf, Kol Huro
Objective: Eclipse the Light. With Fashion.
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Post 3/27

Aria tried without success to hide the amusement on her face at Imperia's somewhat different approach to the situation. She was sure that she'd tried to insist on professionalism at some point in the discussions that had led up to today, but Imperia (as she vaguely recalled also having mentioned) was the expert in this area, at least out of the three of them. Kovani's reaction was closer to surprise, but as far as Aria could determine the latter woman wasn't offended.

In fact, once the air of bewilderment left her, Mrs Li Kovani looked quite pleased indeed.

The woman nodded in apparent satisfaction. "You've thought this out, that's good. I imagine you plan to expand, then?"

A slow sip of caf preceded Aria's response as the Sith carefully formulated her words. "We don't intend to become a massive corporation, and if that did happen it wouldn't be for a good while. There's only a handful of us on the team for now, after all. But the plan is hardly to stay small. Like Imperia said - this is a niche that desperately needs to be filled."

Li seemed to agree, though she kept quiet any such agreement. "So you plan to make your products available to as many people as you can?"

"Well." Externally Aria stayed completely nonchalant, but if Kovani had been studying her more closely she might have picked up on a shade of uncertainty. "You understand, there are certain. . . parties that we and the people we represent are on less than friendly terms with."

Another nod. Li was far from unfamiliar with the endless conflict between Jedi and Sith, and though she was indifferent when it came to business the latter was undeniably more ambitious. "Reasonable enough."

"One more thing - have you named the business yet?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

As quick as the Zabrak had separated the lightsaber from the staff of his cane to deflect the sniper blast [member="Lark"] had dodged it. A subtle grin formed on Krest's face as he watched him leap. Krest in his age was getting slower, but his ability to predict the moments ahead helped his reflexes. But Lark, who was just learning, had the potential to be faster than the Zabrak even in his prime.

The subtle grin turned to laughter as Lark announced the attack after the fact, and another shot sounded off. Krest mid laugh stepped back and swung his saber, sending the sniper bolt back the way it came. The cry of pain followed by the scream of the fall off a building was enough for the Lord to believe his target finished. "Yes, it seems so. Keep listening to the Force and capture that man." As the Zabrak spoke the man they were to meet began to run away as if prompted to. "I'll deal with the snipers. Don't die kid." Krest jumped up past Lark to a higher balcony, and continued his assent to reach the sniper roosts, blaster fire trailing behind him as he did. From the shots, there was at least five left, though half were still just as focused on the Acolyte.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Graf's Caf, Kol Huro
Objective: Corner the fashion business
Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Darth Imperia"]
Post: 3/27

Imperia's bevavior almost solicited a chuckle from Kaalia, but was able to repress it for the moment. She held it until she noticed the other two being quite amused by it as well, at which point she let her lips curl up in a grin, but still kept things relatively professional. Someone had to be, at the very least. Aria and her seemed to fill that role well enough, and with Imperia's filling in of the business plan the most important necessities were filled. As said plan was laid out the redhead once more remained silent, having nothing to add. The slight chuckle came out anyway however when the more casual of the three swiped another cup of caf, thoroughly entertained by the situation. Nobody in the cafe would realistically be able to much against any of the three Sith, let alone all three of them at the same time, and Kaalia knew this full well. She wasn't one to abuse that much, but getting entertainment out of it was always welcome.

Aria then continued and discussed a number of points with Mrs. Kovani, to which once again Kaalia not not much to say about. Taking another sip of her caf she savored the taste as it slipped down her throat, finishing the cup. At the mentioning of parties that they weren't on particularly friendly terms on the woman nodded, confirming what Aria said. It seemed that troubled their potential supplier little, but perhaps she was wrong in assuming so.

Then, the name of the business. Neither of the three was very good at naming things, which had led to a bit of a predicament. "The name is something we have not been able to settle on yet, unfortunately. It is paramount that it is something people remember, so we are putting a lot of thought into it. It is always harder than one would expect it to be, though." Waving to a waiter she pointed to her empty cup and flashed a quick smile, signifying she wished to have another. A nod was sent her way as Kaalia turned back to Mrs. Kovani. "We are hoping to settle on one soon."

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Ord Trasi Space
Objective: N/A
Allies: N/A
Close to: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Post: V

She wasn't sure what way east was till the other woman took off. Before she got out of sight Teresa turned to her. "MAKE SURE THOSE FETHING DROIDS STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" She shouted trying to get her voice over the racket. With the moments so called rest the girl was limber enough to keep a steady run with almost silent steps. Her arms looked as if they where been dragged behind. Her hilt stayed firm in her grip.

The first set of combatants was up ahead clinging to the walls. They we're going room by room searching for people or whoever Teresa was doing dirty work for. It wasn't her job to do this but she needed her ship fixed. Maybe she'd try to prise more from these people, who knows what may happen. As the girl turned the corner she was now in sight of the militia and they saw her too.

Their guns raised quickly letting off shots from blaster pistols and rifles. Some where inaccurate missing her but she took a good keen shot to her abdomen. The girl grit her teeth at the pain as she pressed the ignition on the hilt. In a quick series of actions she'd leap against the wall and push off into a man by a door. They both flew into the room as the saber impaled him. He'd let out a grunt then scream. It caused the man so much pain but he was as defending as the blasters the droids used. With all the strength in her lead arm she'd drag the saber up this chest till it hit roughly where the heart was killing him quickly but in agony.

 

[Poe]

Objective: Conquer Kol Huro III
Location: Kol Huro III
Allies: N/A
Posts: 2.20



Like a well oiled machine, the infantry of the Sith Empire marched in unison and pride as they drew close to the makeshift fortress where the planet's militia rooted itself. The sounds of booted feet upon the surface sounded like rumbling thunder, ruining the enemy's confidence and moral as they hid behind their false protection, that would turn into tombs where their broken bodies would eternally rest when the fighting finally erupted. Giving the command to halt, the army abruptly stopped their advance, turning the once haunting sounds of impending battle to an eerie sound. Walking out to the forefront of the army, I stared out at the structure that would not last the first wave, less than all five battalions if I elected to throw the full might crashing upon it.

"My name is Darth Sarcophago. I represent the Sith Empire and the Dark Lord himself," I announced toward the enemy. "As you can bear witness to, you are outnumbered and stand zero chance of victory. The battle, if it does indeed occur, will see it written down in the Sith archives as a slaughter. There is no need to throw your lives away needlessly when you can reap the benefits under the rule and protection of the Dark Lord."

I stood, impatiently, as I awaited for any response from the enemy. When none came, I continued. "I'm offering you this one chance to toss aside your weapons and surrender. There is no need to die under my watch when you can become a citizen of the Sith Empire. I promise each and everyone of you that you will be treated fairly, and allowed to return to your families, homes, or whatever. Refuse my offer, and you will never see the forthcoming dawn."

No sooner than my speech ended when the enemy opened fired toward me and the Sith army. Quickly I drew my hilt from my side, igniting the blade end of the weapon; batting aside a couple of shots. If the fools wanted to die like fools, I would not disappoint them. I bellowed the order to attack, and thousands of red-energy lines drove toward the enemy and their fortress; making a rather impressive display of unity.

 

[Hansen]

Veryna Zasno,
Kol'Huro System, Kol'Huro One, Warlord Drak's Compound
Objective: Battlegroup Spear
Post No: 8

Orlan goes to open one of the many doors flanking the hallway. "Zasno! Clear that room!" His voice pierces through the comm channel, entering the confines of Veryna's helmet prompting the younger Trooper to halt and steadily turn in the direction of a featureless gunbolt grey door. Veryna's eyes briefly examine the control panel and note it wasn't locked, perhaps the security lockdown only applied to the entrances and exits? It seemed that while this place is a fortified rotunda it doubles as a luxury resort, though at the end of the hallway there was a shut durasteel door she has some kind of suspicion there is something behind it; trickling water...Snapping from this trance Zasno returns her attention back-to the door standing in front of her.

Veryna's left-hand cautiously reaches forward and depresses the switch, it gives a chime before the door quickly recedes open. Revealing two surprised individuals in the middle of a standing embrace of affection; a surprised human man and Twi'lek woman. The burly man thrusts himself towards the Sith Trooper before Veryna even has a chance to react. "Blargh!" Veryna cries out frightened by the sudden charge, feeling the man's grip clasp around her rifle between her own hands the other on its' stock, slammed harshly against a wall Veryna panicks with the Twi'lek woman cowering in a corner, covering her cyan face behind a pair of similarly coloured hands.

"Orlan! Where are you!?" Veryna manages to eject her blaster's charge pack before the rifle is ripped from her grip and thrown to some distant vertice. Veryna slams her helmet's charred faceplate against the man's face firmly, soliciting a growl before feeling a weight around throat followed by her feet leaving the floor the man's strength rivalled that of a Wookie. Veryna's spine meets a hard landing on the floor, she gasps for air. Hooking his fingers into the Sith Trooper's gorget the Hulking brute goes to launch forward and strike the already cracked faceplate before his shoulder is halted in its advance by Veryna's boot.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Aboard the Blade of Fate
Kanz Sector

The battle was proceeding smoothly.

Battlegroup Spear was thrusting into the enemy defensive line, pushing aside the enemy's ships so that troops could be funneled down to the surface. Bold tactics such as this brought the enemy ships within point blank range of the Empire's ships and vice versa, and what started as an orderly line of battle quickly devolved into a hundred different ships becoming tangled and intertwined above the factory worlds of Kol Huro. The smoldering husks of gutted warships listed through the raging battle, occasionally obscuring line of sight for both sides or even crashing headfirst into the ships of inattentive captains. The Blade of Fate did not linger away from the battle, it too was embroiled in the thickest of the fighting where enemies and allies alike perished in fantastic explosions of screeching metal and vented oxygen. Its own shields were alight with enemy fire, but they held firm while it retaliated with greater firepower than the despots of Kol Huro could muster.

There was one ship that came close to the command ship's size and strength, a Charon-class Star Destroyer insulting christened the Empire's Twilight. Both it and the Blade of Fate had been funneled towards each other as the battle became more claustrophobic and destructive. They were now on a direct trajectory with each other and would come into firing range within moments.

The Dark Lord, who had remained silent since the initial order to attack, finally took up the reins of his bridge from his captain. "Prepare for attack, all batteries fire!"

The hundreds of turbolasers and mass drivers that dotted the Blade of Fate's hull all swiveled and slowly dialed in on the Empire's Twilight, their gunners imputing firing coordinates in real-time as the enemy combatants did the same. In an instant the battle was joined, the streaks of a thousand shots filling the space between the two warships in a matter of seconds. The Blade of Fate rumbled and shook with each direct hit, its shields shimmering at the point of impact. With each passing minute both ships creeped nearer and nearer before they reached the point where they were practically side-by-side, which prompted the use of full broadside from the Imperial command ship.

In this instance the Blade of Fate won out against the Empire's Twilight, the power of their full broadside tearing through the Charon's shields and decimating its hull, gutting it entirely. The Blade of Fate chugged onwards leaving behind the wounded Charon to be torn apart by the two Imperators flanking the command ship.

3/27​

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Jacob Crawford"]

Post: 5

As soon as they were out of sight of the main crowds, her demeanor changed completely. Gone was the girl who was obsessed with shopping and was frantic about her pets. Gone was the girl who looked all the world like a girl in love. In her place, a more confident stride, was her true persona; an agent of the Sith. Her probe droid that had followed their target to the sight had disabled the external security cams, while the other two probe droids had now regrouped with them.

"Six on the floor, two above, according to scans," she stated. "Likely two guards while the cell leaders discuss what to do about our forces' arrival within the system."

She waved her hand, two of her probes flying down to her.

"I agree with your tactical decision," she said, the probes passing off her lightsaber components to her. With a twist, they were reconnected and without another word, she took a few running steps towards the warehouse and leapt into the air, her probes acting like stairs until she was on the roof.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

There was no room for mirth in the path that lay ahead, but Alkor watched his student as he spoke. The child [member="Raejar"] was had been consumed entirely by the flames of conflict. He had grown into a man in his own right, with his own ideals and able to accept the burden of consequence. He knew what it meant to care for something, and the risks that came with it. In the coming war, it would be imperative the boy remembered those risks, and learn to live with what might happen.

At that moment, Alkor did not chastise him for his words. Rather, the Jen'jidai slipped into his Infiltrator and the cockpit slid overhead. His deep, dark eyes watched the boy until they disappeared behind the tinted transparisteel, and the jet scream of the engine slowly dissipated beneath the Sonic dampners that made it a deadly stealth ship.

He whipped out of the Blade of Fate without another word.

Their approach vector brought them dangerously close to the planetary defense fleet, which had gone broadside with the Sith juggernauts at their own peril. Chunks of ship were torn away as heavy turbolasers gnawed through and churned their hulls like a predator's teeth through meaty flesh. Gas explosions ripped through one ship immediately to their left, and Alkor performed a tight, unsteady roll to avoid the debris as it narrowly missed his ship.

He punched the throttle immediately to bring him through the worst of it. "Shock team, prepare for landing in two minutes time," he commanded as his ship flickered and the reflective panels shimmered a faint black against the void of space. "Breaking atmo in five, four, three..."

His ship made only one supersonic scream as it broke through the heat and plummeted toward the world of Kol Huro I.

The silence that followed was deafening.

4/27​

 

[Raejar]

Location: Kul Huro
Objective: Accompany Master

Post: 3/27

Becoming absorbed in the interceptor Raejar decided to forgo the helmet that had been left in the starfighter. He wouldn’t need it, he could just… Feel it. Closing his eyes Raejar took in another breath of the air, on it he could taste chaos. The force danced through the mahanaim’s body as he continued to take in the battles around them. Hands gripping the steering yolk Raejar activate the thrusters propelling the interceptor up and out of the hanger of the Blade of Fate. The interceptor tumbled wildly as Raejar held back on hitting the throttle, he enjoyed the sensation of taking risks, it filled him with a wild energy, as he entered his third loop Raejar jammed the yolk forward and hit the throttle fully.

The engines kicked on with a wild roar propelling Raejar right behind his master, in their path a warship that was being hammered by the Blade of Fate, as he and his master passed Raejar could feel the fear of those on board, each and every single being on that ship. Some cried knowing they’d never be able to see their families again, others shook in their boots not yet ready to enter death’s cold embrace, wanting just a few more days. Yet among those were the few brave, the bold who would continue fighting till the bitter end. That end came swiftly and Raejar was sure none of them felt their demise. The explosion of the nearby warship shook Raejar’s interceptor, debris flew out wishing to claim more lives.

While his master had been able to skirt it due to having been further ahead Raejar was in the dead center of it. Leaning back in his seat, Raejar breathed once, twice, and on the third time he gave himself over to the force. He no longer guided the vessel, instead, he let it guide his hand. The ship entered a dive right beneath a gargantuan segment of the deceased warship and almost immediately it began a roll. Hand reaching up and activating the thrusters mid roll they came on almost aiding a chunk of metal pass by harmlessly. It was like Raejar was in a daze as he dodged a few more sections of the ship and when he finally came to he was on his Masters tail.

Breathing heavily Raejar felt his collar damp from the exertion of energy, his breathing haggard but a smile sat on the Mahanaim’s face. He had felt the force guiding his hand and his actions, he’d felt more powerful than he ever had before. Jarred back to reality as the ship shook from atmospheric entry, Raejar pressed on the throttle intent on catching up with Alkor and running defense for the shock troops. Coming up was a city, yet from it anti-aircraft fire came out, one almost impacting Raejar’s ship if it hadn’t been for a quick roll to the right. The nearby explosion shook his vessel, teeth gritting Raejar dived, fingers resting above the firing studs he waiting. Those manning the gun which had fired were filled with fright as they saw what would be their end screaming through the sky. Roaring Raejar hit the firing studs and a hail of fire cut through those below.

[member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Subvert the uprising.
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]
[9/27]

One of them did drop his weapons, but the other - a large Kiffar with tattoos burned into his skin - scowled.

There was that nervous anger that caused the blaster in his hand to shake. "This. is not. right." The words were forced from his lips, but he kept staring (almost in fascination) at the shard of glass hovering scarily before his eyes. There was something intoxicating about looking death in the eye and not seeing any clear reason why the day had shifted from promising hopeful to... this.

"We have a right to meet in private places!" This did not inspire the confidence in his men as he had hoped. Instead the first four were still laying in various painful poses, shifting from trying to rip the glass out and realizing that it would only make the entire affair more dangerous for them.

"Not the right to plot the overthrow of your government though." Calm, confident, it almost sang through the room as Tai carefully picked his way through the room at his own pace. Little Thirriken feet tip-toeing around the glass, the whining men cradling various parts of their bodies depending on where the glass had nicked them, before finally pushing himself off the floor and landing on the counter.

Where Tai perched, having a good glance on the entire room.

"Gentlebeings, you are barely on the list of people I have a vested interest in." The Thirriken continued on, pointedly ignoring the Kiffar's attempt to boast some more, although he quiet down once the shard of glass briefly (almost gently) touched his lower eyelid.

"I need names, locations, times and dates."

His head tilted, "You will, of course, talk. All that you have control over is how you come out on the other side."

Alive, healthy, maybe with a few years of jail... or broken for life.

That last thing did not need to be voiced out loud. Usually, often, it worked against the objective to do so - a sentient's imagination was usually far more cruel than anything a professional interrogator could ever come up with.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Objective: Bring down the insurgents
Location: Kol Huro I
Allies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
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"Well, isn't that handy?" He commented, watching for a moment as Eldaah disappeared up high above using her probe droids as platforms along the way. But he didn't linger long, and Jacob himself was moving towards the warhouse, slipping between one of the larger doors and into the shadows.

"Karking hell, what do we do?"

"What are you on about man? Why'd you suddenly call us here?"

"My thoughts exactly."

"Wh-what...have you not heard? None of the reports? That a karking fleet suddenly arrived in the system?!"

That seemed to ignite a fire under all six people that were present, a heated conversation broke out with the remaining three finally speaking up. Jacob, kept himself hidden and moved to location to get a view on things. None of them were too close to one another. Two were almost face to face arguing about something, while the rest were standing around in various positions. Well, all except one.

A man was sitting on a crate, just listening to the racket his fellow cell leaders were making. Whereas he was more occupied with enjoying whatever he was smoking. What Jacob saw, was nothing more than a target - they did after all have to keep one alive for information.

Curling the Force around his hand, Jacob reached out across the warehouse to a piece of rubble and threw it across the way a bit. The sudden slam did its work in making the group suddenly jump, their conversations dying in an instant.

"What was that!?"

"Oi!" Jacob peeked around from his cover, in time to see one of the men looking up at the guards posted up above. "One of you go and see what that was." The ones up on the catwalks did have a better vantage point after all. Jacob on the other hand, used the distraction to his advantage. Peeling off his right glove; revealing his cybernetic arm beneath it, he snuck towards the man that was seated on the crate.

Like a ghost, he was silent on his approach. The man none the wiser as his fellows were distracted looking the other way. The moment he was close enough, Jacob raised his right hand and a small needle slipped out from one of his fingers. He jabbed it into the man's neck and was gone not a second after.

"What the hell!" He quickly raised his hand to his neck, rubbing a few fingers against where he had been pricked. A couple of the others asked what happened, though the man hadn't the answer, not a good one at least. "I...don't know, I think I just got stung by something?"

In reality, Jacob had injected an hallucinogen into the man' system. All it would take now was time, time for it work through his system and inject some chaos into the scene. Once Eldaah had dispatched the guards above, it would be time to reap the rewards and take out the other cell leaders.