Parades and Paranoia (TSE Dominion of Jaminere)

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The Parade
Nearby: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Vallory"]
[member="Farah"] [member="Astrid Gray"]

Lord Saarai had his own sled and it was located one cart ahead of that of the Dark Lord.

It was stupid, truly.

A security risk beyond measure, but their counselors had convinced them- after all, would it not show the greatest strength towards the Tionese people of Jaminere to have the full apex of the Sith Empire be located within the same parade? Would it not show just how sure they were of their victory and strength? After they victory over the Coalition, after the Silver Jedi's disorderly retreat from the holdings they formerly protected, would having this parade not underline that the Empire was here to stay?

Perhaps.

But if not for one brave Hirou the Empire would have been with one less Lord Inquisitor. While the Dark Lord of the Sith had mastered the esoteric forms of the Darkside, Lord Saarai had always been focused inwards and internally.

He could make his feathers rigid as steel, his hide invulnerable to acid and fire, but the future? The Force was murky there for him.

Only Hirou's bright voice allowed Tai to refocus -- he had been enjoying the way the sun bathed his feathers in warm -- in the moment. One moment before fire engulfed his sled Saarai's presence in the force magnified itself and protected shaped itself around his body. Those around him? They were dead, he could not do anything about that. But as the fire and explosion and shrapnel raged around him, his beak tightened in a frown of impressive magnitude.

This would be repaid.

The Thirriken pushed himself off the burning wreckage of his sled- the firey shape he made in the air would be a sight to see surely. The trajectory of his glide brought him to the edge of the Dark Lord's sled.

His focus was on Hirou first.

"My life has been spared by your warning, Knight Tabigarashu Madara." Head tilted at the thought. "Your accomplishment here will be remembered. But for now... we will ensure this evil will be repaid with justice."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​A shimmering shield materialized a split second before the nazumi [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] detected the explosive, protecting the group from its destructive blast. The Nerean Crownguard were quick to respond bringing weapons to bear and standing in combat stances. The entire perimeter exploded in kind "Titan is under attack close the perimeter. Activate the extraction teams." ​Lord Commander Zaddion Bruul ordered his voice booming through the encrypted channel among the defense forces. The hundred Crownguard that surrounded the gravsled closed their perimeter weapons drawn, lightsaber pikes and protective shields ignited in the front with some bringing rifles to bear from behind.

The Shadow Hand stepped forward and called one of his lightsabers to his hand while he gazed through the crowd, his attention diverted to their environment and to the channel with the rest of the guards. The first attackers ducked through the crowd a few small groups on either side of the perimeter that rushed the wall with blaster and blade. Big mistake. Those who brought weapons to bear were blasted to pieces and the first groups to meet the wall were sliced down into pieces, along with everyone else who veered too close. "The evacuation teams are to contain and hunt." ​Prazutis ordered.

This was no small attack.

It was a coordinated strike by some sort of insurrectionist force and clearly there was more to come. But they had prepared for every situation. "Fighters breaching the no fly zone. Death and Skull Squadrons responding." ​A voice said over the comms. The fighters in question looked like small dots in the sky as they began to close in, eager to get into attack range. But wherever the royal escort went both personal squadrons were on ready alert status. They could fly directly over the escort in only a few short minutes time. The first intruding squadron was met by trained Sith pilots from above and below, green lasers cut like daggers through the hulls of their ships as they exploded in plumes of orange fire, their twisted burning hulks falling to the earth.

This was only the beginning.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

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[Farah]

Location: Parade
Objective: Make sure [member="Darth Carnifex"] aint done dead
Nearby: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Vallory"] [member="Astrid Gray"]

Aint no Sith party without mass casualties.

Thrown back from the initial force of the explosion, Farah retained enough sense to project a bubble of Force around her body to protect herself from projectiles as well as cushion her back from kinetic contact.

“Ugh,” The Zeltron groaned, finding herself slumped heavily against a wall as her barrier dissipated. It had been hastily woven, hopefully enough to negate any deadly injury. While still within the blast radius, she had not been at ground zero.

She could feel her limbs, wiggle her toes, see and swivel her head. All of those were good things. Feeling her torso, she pressed firmly against her ribs and winced. None broken by some miracle, but definitely bruised with the way her chest ached. Looking around, others seemed to be in a similar state, though those worse off didn’t escape her notice. Many were conscious, groaning in pain with obvious wounds to the head and chest. Some lay motionless on the ground, concussed or dead. Beside her, the boy who’d been throwing cabbages had his skull pierced from front to back by a piece of projectile piping.

Grunting, Farah pushed herself away from the wall and rubbed at the soot and dust coating her face. She’d grown to instinctively respond to the cries of the wounded but ignored their wailing for now along with the urge to set up a triage unit. Instead she made her way towards where her father had been.

Already his guard had sprung into action. “Lord Carnifex,” She called out, side-eyeing his guard with the zappy looking weapons. “Are you injured? Do you required medical attention?” Her eyes scanned him as she spoke for any sign of damage.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Overlooking the parade
Objective: Start the hunt
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Farah"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] @Jocelyn Zambrano [member="Darth Prazutis"]

And it had been such an enjoyable parade too. She had been enjoying herself, walking along the parade route, dressed as any of the teeming throngs of people to witness the Empire's glorious triumph. She had even purchased a small snack bag to keep blending in, and now... now it was work time.

Blending into the shadows and rush of people trying to get away from the explosions and the dead, she started typing commands into the small wrist computer her Master had given her. In tucked away positions, her brilliant little droids would stir. Their job would be quite simple, scan the crowd and surrounding area for anyone that didn't seem surprised by the bombs and was possibly considering further action to try and take the life of their Emperor.

Foolish little assassins, they never could smell a trap.

 

[Astrid Gray]

Location: The Parade - "Station: Overwatch"
Objective 1: Find the Perpertratos
Nearby: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vallory"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

Pandemonium had erupted in the streets of Jaminere.

The expression was a powder keg that had seemingly ignited the Empire's enemies into action. And yet it seemed a bit premature, the assailants that would rush towards the float Kaine was present on had been hesitant before charging. Not out of a second guessing, but because of surprise. The explosion had gone off earlier - evident in the fact it had destroyed a perfectly harmless display.

Well, aside from those that were close to it.

"Activate Protocol Four, I want all our drones high in the sky and looking for those responsible." Astrid was focused however, not letting the horror of what had just happened to distract her. "Patch in the feeds to the Saraaishash agents."

She was located just off site from the parade, in a makeshift base of operations SINN had labelled Station: Overwatch. Before her were a series of monitors, each one connected to an individual drone that was currently active. There were seven in total, Jerome and Ves controlling two.

"I just caught sight of a group heading to the Emperor's location...they uh, got pulverized to put it lightly."

"What of in the surrounding streets, can we get eyes on any more approaching groups?"

"Negative, the crowds are panicking and making a run for it." Ves paused, zooming her drone in that was hovering over one of the main street intersections. "It's making it difficult to pick out any hostiles."

Astrid sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she leaned into her seat. Of course the parade couldn't go off without a hitch, that would've been too boring, right?

"Uh boss? I think I've got something..."

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

THE PARADE - Stay Alive; take control.

One moment, she had been waving, thinking about what kind of wine she would have in the palaces, and what kind of debaucheries she would experiment with. Jaminere was known for its industry and hard imperialism. But its palaces had a second reputation for those who knew palace staff: This was a place where the rich and powerful could find just about any pleasure, and any activity. It was not often Joycelyn cut loose, but this day she had intended to do exactly that.

And then the situation went mammaries in a vertical ascension.

Joycelyn woke up on the ground with a sharp intake of breath that made her swallow dust and sand. She did not care. It felt like she hadn't been breathing for a minute already. She moved to push herself up and off the ground. There was a pain in her legs; not a break, but a tearing. Her side top. Her skin burned and a few of her teeth felt loose in her mouth. Blood trailed down the side of her face and cloth stuck to her abdomen.

With a grunt, she managed to push herself up to a knee. Her eyes saw double, but refocused as she concentrated. Blood filled her mouth, but she gathered it up and spat it out, then smeared the blood under her nose into a red streak across her face. Unsteadily, she stood up. Parts of her uniform was shredded and the cape that draped her shoulder had been torn from her body, now it covered the still body of one of her sergeants. Well, a part of him anyway. The Knight could feel shards cutting her as muscles tensed.

A persistent beep in her ears blocked out even the sound of her own voice.

"Evalyn?" No, she wasn't there. She was miles away. "Father?" A moment of concern, not out of love, but out of concern for the Empire they were all building. She needed him to live. She had so much more to build. "Father!?" A part of the smoke cleared and she could see [member="Darth Carnifex"] standing, less wounded than she. Determination grew on her face, her jaw setting hard in the angled Zambrano features.

"There may be more targets. We need to secure the city!"

As much as that, they needed to secure how this event would be viewed by the public. The long blade of Zaudraka was called to her hand, still in its sheath. She saw troop movements and heard the howl of fighter squadrons.

"Overwatch." "You three, come with me!"

A few trial steps, she felt light-headed but managed to push through. Overwatch was the media portion, their link to the galaxy.

[member="Astrid Gray"] @Darth Pazutis [member="Farah"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Vallory"]

 

[Vallory]

Objective: 1
Post: 2

Vallory kept quiet within the crowd. Moving slowly. Nothing could go wrong, it was a simple parade. Right? Oh, how wrong she could be. Explosives set off, and she had been close enough to get sent back by the blast. She felt cut, stinging across her body. her suit had been torn at a bit, small cuts and gashes appearing through what tears had come. Vallory groaned as she laid there on the ground, slowly leaning up to get her bearings. There was screaming and running, someone shouting. When she had come for a parade Vallory had not expected there to be explosions and people running around screaming. She had expected a nice cozy time, with it to end in a feast, or something like that.

"My suit!" She looked herself over, and one thing she cared about a lot, was her looks. And they had just ruined her suit. Just ruined her look. Now, she was most unhappy. She wished she had brought her saber that had been given to her by her master, so that she could find who did this.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Astrid Gray"] [member="Farah"] @Jocelyn Zambrano [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Jaminere, City streets
Secure the area

Vexen enjoyed the sights of the city in which the Imperial parade was taking place despite his usual lack of interest in such things. Perhaps it was just his mood this day that made it so that he could for once find enjoyment in the things that typically did not fill him with amusement. The Sith General was walking on foot, accompanied by his Legion following in close formation behind him through the streets. Despite all the joyous cheer and such from the crowd, something felt out of place to the Sith. While Vexen did not visibly make his...troubled thoughts apparent, he continued on foot through the streets, though it seemed his thoughts would be answered not a moment too soon.

An explosion shook the ground as a plume of black smoke belched into the air and with it all manner of debris and shrapnel of varying size coming at Vexen who was just outside the blast radius' effective range that would have otherwise knocked him to the ground. An armored hand was raised up as the approaching objects suddenly froze in the air, suspended in time and space as Vexen grit his teeth from beneath his helmet. An attempt on the lives of the Sith leadership? This cannot and will not go unanswered. His fingers curled into a fist as the chunks of duracrete began to fracture and shatter before being turned to little more than dust as he lowered his hand, letting the objects that would have been fatal projectiles fall to the ground.

The Sith General turned to face his Legion, who all stood their ground, looking at him as they were certain of the orders that would be issued. Vexen would let out a vocoded snarl as he growled in a threatening tone, " Secure the perimeter. I want those assassins found. Turn this city upside down if you must. Find them. " His hand as the Legion soldiers scattered, breaking off into squads as they began to secure the area. Vexen would turn his head back towards the source of the explosion, watching the smoke billow as the air that was once filled with cheers and fanfare was now filled with cries and screams of terror.

 

[Astrid Gray]

Location: The Parade - On the Move
Objective 1: Find the Perpetrators
Nearby: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vallory"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

Astrid watched the feed as Jerome flew his drone over the panicking crowds. It was angled downwards, zoomed in enough to provide a wide enough shot of the chaos below. For a while Astrid couldn't see what Jerome did, the swathes of civilians made it difficult to pinpoint a specific person. At least until the operator's eagle eyes were able to finally focus in fully.

"Right there, someone's cutting through the crowds." Sure enough, there was a hooded individual, walking through and around everyone else with purpose. They weren't going the opposite direction, but were carving a path across them in order to reach the side alleys. "I'm going to fly in a bit lower to keep up."

The drones weren't exactly covert when they were on the move, wasn't really necessary when they primarily operated as simple camera drones. So as Jerome's came zipping down closer to the ground, it picked up a lot of attention from those running away.

Especially the person they were trying to follow.

"Chit, I think I've spooked 'em. They're making a run for it!" It became a chase, with the drone attempting to keep up as the perpetrator attempted to lose them. That was until a second arrived in the area; operated by Ves.

"I've got eyes on them, they ain't getting away from us."

"Wait...I know where he is - or specifically heading. It's close to me! I'm going to see if I can cut 'em off."

"Do not pursue, I repeat Jerome. Do. Not. Pursue!"

But it fell on deaf ears, as Jerome's drone stopped dead meaning the young man was doing the exact opposite and making a run for it after the suspect. Astrid cursed as she quickly got out of her seat.

"Operator Six, take over Jerome's drone. Ves I want you to stay on yours. Understood?"

"Understood ma'am, I'm following them now."

"Good, I'm heading out to stop Jerome before he gets himself hurt. Keep me updated." Astrid grabbed an ear piece and fixed it into the curve of her ear. She reached under the desk and pulled out a small hand blaster, checking it quickly before departing from the safety of the building.

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD, SUB LEVELS

Most men with a price on their heads were simply running out of time. It was inevitable that they were going to be delivered. Some, however, thrived with such notoriety. If you could survive for an extended period of time with a large price on your head it certainly meant something, right? Of course it did. It meant they knew how to survive, they knew how to kill, and no matter what the harsh underworld threw at them they were able to push back twice as hard and come out on top. Down here infamy sold better then sex.

Fett was extended the offer to watch on for the Sith Empire's parade surface-side, even be compensated for some security work considering the circumstances. Unfortunately, for them, he had to decline for he had other business too attend to. An odd coincidence it happened to be on the same planet. Maybe if all went well he could still attend, and be paid. Maybe.

Whilst infamy sold it was also a curse. Gone are the days of being incognito, being seen as a nobody, and so on. It was something Fett knew all too well. Much like his relatives, he had a face, a voice, and a set of armour that reeked of a fearsome reputation. The Mandalorian still clung to the shadows, however. Standing in areas nobody dared look for fear of what they might see. It was too dangerous to be optimistic about your day down here, often proving best to stare ahead and focus on yourself.

The Bounty Hunter wasn't often one for partners, but we can call this one networking. There were a plethora of active hunters in this galaxy, not many of them good. Consider it a play even. Learn of one's strengths, their weaknesses, and so on. There wasn't much in the way of malicious intent, but Koda couldn't trust anyone- and he expected Singh to feel the same way. Their target was no push over; an Anoo-dat Prime by the name of Gail. Killed the last few hunters sent after him, it upped the bounty. Caught Fett's attention.

See, even Gail had his vices that needed to be fulfilled. The man was a gambler, but violent too. High stakes and loss didn't often combine all too well with a hot temper, and because of that the employees were willing to let things slide. The building was full, and Gail had his own private corner on the second floor. It seemed the most pressing issue was how to deal with someone on edge. Singh was the lesser known of the two, and maybe he'd be able to get up nice and close- join in for a hand, kick things off. As for the Mandalorian? Only time would tell.

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[member="Jackson Singh"]

 

[Delaney Wilder]

[member="Koda Fett"]

He had dated a Mandalorian once.

It had been... a trip.

Luckily with [member="Tryp West"] in the picture Jack didn't feel the desire or need to kiss Koda straight in the bucket head, so that was good. Apparently Fett was one of the clans that had been excommunicated from Mandalorian space. Dar'manda'ed? Jackson wasn't really all that familiar with their culture to know the details, but apparently some crap had gone down a few months back and the Empire had a standing order to beat the living crap out of Koda if they ever came across him.

Or maybe it was a kill order.

Again, Singh wasn't exactly in the know.

:: I see him. :: His voice would filter through and relay within Koda's helmet. The idea had been solid- Jackson was barely known in the bounty hunter circles, not new, but always just low-key without putting too much attention on himself.

There were reasons for that.

:: Tagged him, should pop-up on your HUD in a few seconds. :: The casino had their own safety precautions against that sort of crap. An anti-dig field that lined the walls so most signals wouldn't pass through, worked like a charm against the baseline cheater, sure. But Jackson had jury-rigged something together that would penetrate the field for a bit.

They'd probably notice within the next two hours, but they'd hopefully be long gone by then.

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD, SUB LEVELS

:: Got it. :: The Mandalorian replied.

The Casino's interior was appealing, but affordable. You can spot the fake gems, the faux luxury furniture, and well, the people spoke for themselves. They had an air about them that just wasn't quite right, and anyone who had spent long enough time in the Galactic Underworld knew exactly what it was, but whether one can put their finger on it was up for debate. Maybe it was the side-eye one received from any sudden movement, or reaching for a weapon as soon as a voice was raised beyond a socially acceptable level.

Gail, in his masculine glory, clutched a twi'lek in one of his four arms, whilst the other three held a drink, a cluster of cards, and a cigarette. With teeth like that it's a wonder how he doesn't immediately eviscerate anything that goes near his mouth. The game was okay so far. By 'okay' it means he's not shot anybody yet, declared somebody a cheater and believing that'll get people to think differently about the blatant murder.

Speaking of... Gail roared with anger, slamming his drink down onto the table to the point in which the glass shattered. His free hand fumbling for a blaster pistol whilst the 'cheater' attempted to flee for his life, only to be cut down by several blaster bolts piercing his body, rolling down the stairs and just by Jackson. The kid was probably used to all the death by now, though.

"Next!" He spoke with a sadistic chuckle, his drink being quickly replaced by a terrified servant.

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[Sebastian Thel]

Objective: Evaluate Risk
Allies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]

The room grew still as the Sith spoke, disrupted only by the scratch of Sebastian's pen. Subordinates and analysts, actuaries surveying quantities with Sebastian among them, tapped away on datapads and built the estate on figures. Those not sliding through holographic windows organized sheets of graph paper, while Sebastian paused to watch the Trandoshan warrior stride forward, a species he had never seen before.

The Trandoshan guard appeared in stark contrast among the economic company, who approached the table with a rifle on his chest and caused Sebastian to tug at the collar of his shirt. The reptilian guard affirmed the safety of the manor and that the security system was well prepared to prevent any breach.

As Adrian presented his plans for the company under the annexation, Sebastian kept his eyes firmly on the page and interpreted the numerical details. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looked onto the paper, summarizing the information and determining the level of risk involved in each stage of the plan.

Suddenly, Sebastian realized he had continued his equations long after Adrian had finished talking, his mind having drifted from the room. With a gasp, he stopped, his wrist cramped and his brown eyes wide. The figures concluded and supported most of the stages of Adrian's solution. Stretching his wrist, Sebastian tapped his pen while he muttered the statistics under his breath, before speaking aloud.

"My Lord, I can affirm that any act of retaliation on behalf of the former estate will cost them a large percentage of their resources." Pushing his glasses up his nose, again, Sebastian spoke with more confidence than before. As the seconds dwindled, he felt more at ease over the fact that Vandiir made no signs of wanting to harm him.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

THE PARADE - On the move
[member="Astrid Gray"]

A hundred meters maybe two, she felt like she had walked a mile. She was slowing them down, and she could tell they knew. Pain stabbed her sides, her head started swimming, she shook it and took a moment to stop. One of the legionaries put a hand on her elbow, not able to reach up to the enormous woman's shoulder.

"Captain."

She bit down on her pride. "I need you three to secure position Overwatch." "The attackers may try to spread a message of panic. We need to fight that message" One of her hands curled around the hand on her elbow, gently first, then pulling it away from her with authority. "For your Empire." A hard look into the legionarie's visor. He had pause, then nodded and waved for the two others to continue double-time. Joycelyn leaned on the railing, knees growing weak with the blood loss. Vahl give me strength.

There was a moment of quiet. Warmth spread down her back, and for a moment she thought she felt another wound. No, it was different. It was dry, fleeting, like air, like fire. And yet, like a spectral hand laying its support on the Vahlacanthix.

"I dedicate my pain to the goddess Vahl, she who is wreathed in fire."

The words tumbled over her lips, but she didn't feel like she had spoken them on her own accord. The moment faded, the pain receded. She heard, off to the side, quick footfalls - two pairs of it. She should not have heard it over the din of chaos around her. Yet she did. Joycelyn forced herself to stand and to turn. Pain gave her strength; Vahl stoked the flame of passion in her soul. She clutched the hilt of Zaudraka.

Two pairs of running feet, a drone overhead, watching.

Three sets of running feet, two drones watching overhead. A chase.

 

[AMCO]

Objective IV: Fortune favours the pragmatic
Post Number: 3/5
Allies: [member='Sebastian Thel']

In truth, Adrian was not much of an economist. He knew the basics of course, but it was hardly his forte. Strategy, however, lay far closer to his heart. It was all about the big picture. Sometimes one had to do the unexpected, the normally unadvisable, in order to overcome one's opponents. He wondered if the mathematician, as he scribbled away on his calculations, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, was aware that he had given Adrian quite the idea. Probably not, but if this worked out then he would give credit where credit was due. He was far too convinced of his own superiority to demean himself by pawning off the accomplishments of others as his own.

Turning towards the Trandoshan once more, he rattled off a series of commands in a quick but confident tone. "Hrixx! Have the gunships redeployed elsewhere, though avoid any full-on confrontations with our friends at Cyclops unless ordered otherwise. Redeploy the guards nearer the manor house and deploy covert scout probes. Oh, and make sure our newest toys are standing ready." Following the last part, he smiled broadly. Yes, the squadron of Cinderhawks that had been deployed to Jaminere might just prove even more useful than initially expected. The rebel scum would never see it coming.

Just as quickly his attention returned to the academics and ignoring the concern on many of their faces, he spoke once more, his tone noticeably less authoritative and more amiable. "Well then, let's hope they take the bait, huh? Anyway, what about their manufacturing facilities? They could certainly prove quite useful in expanding our business." At that, he turned towards Sebastian. The man had proved himself useful, now to see how well he held up under pressure.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Parade area
Objective: Locate the would-be assassins

Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Astrid Gray"] [member="Kor Vexen"] @Farah [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Slipping down a side alley, she opened up a non-descript package that contained her armor and helmet. The pandemonium was continuing, but already Sith drones, fighters, and soldiers were converging on the area. The assassins would be trying to slip out with the crowd members before the security cordon was in place. Blinking as her helmet HUD came up, her little pets became transmitting their vid feeds back to her. They had already highlighted three individuals, two male and one female, that had powder residue on them...

The probe following them was running a scan... analyzing... matching... Illerium residue.

No wonder the device had triggered prematurely. Whoever had set the explosive hadn't realized that the substance used would explode if exposed to enough air.

"Tag them and transmit to Overwatch," she ordered. "I am enroute, do not lose track of them."

 

[Delaney Wilder]

[member="Koda Fett"]

Jack stiffened as the body collapsed near him with smoke trailing from the blaster burns.

Their last moment was filled with pain and fear, bad way to go, that. Singh frowned and looked over to the murderer -- it was one thing to read about their crimes, another to actually get face-to-face with it -- before resolving himself to do something very stupid. :: I will apologize later. :: Jack murmured through their comms, before he strode over towards the table and deposited himself in the empty chair opposite of Gail. At first Gail didn't notice, what with his attention being split between the female Twi'lek (also terrified, that made him frown even harder) and his drink.

"Oh, what's this then?" The Anoo-dat Prime had finally noticed the puny human - relatively speaking anyway - sitting before him. "A challenger then! Brave, very brave. As a reward... you can deal us in." Jack felt the anticipation inside the alien.

He wanted to kill someone else.

Just one wasn't enough, he wanted more and that was where it would get dangerous.

Singh just nodded, but his empathy reached out to soothe the twi'lek as best as he could. Calming her nerves just a bit. It wouldn't do to make this situation go sideways because of panic and fear. Jackson didn't like doing it, but there were situations where the alternative was even less pleasing and that was definitely the case here. The cards were dealt, he made sure to shake them well and have his sleeves open- it wouldn't help, of course, not when Gail was just searching for an excuse.

But best to be careful about things.

 

[Darth Athora]

The crowds quickly dispersed as the massive walkers came through the streets, asserting the authority of the Sith Empire. As if there was never anything wrong, the streets were clear and free from turmoil.

"Keep moving. I want to make sure that these riots won't just pick up again once we're gone."

The column of walks continued to move, watching every available view to ensure the peace was kept. And then, suddenly, a glass bottle shattered against the head of one of the walkers. A rioter from a window yelling in defiance, claiming he was the one who threw it. Once that occurred, more riots came from the buildings and alleyways, throwing bottles and fruit at the walkers.

"Don't shoot. We are here to enforce peace and we cannot do it with violence. Not this time anyway. Use the tear gas."

Vents opened on the sides of the walkers and, from them, several canisters would come flying out. At first, they were harmless metal cans. Within a few moments, however, these canisters began spitting out a dark gray gas throughout the area. Any who would be unlucky enough be within the gas would begin to cough uncontrollably as their eyes and throat began to burn harshly. Tear gas was very effective in riot control situations such as this one and it proved itself today. The rioters on the streets retreated back into their homes, coughing harshly all the way, while those on rooftops remained to throw whatever garbage they had their hands on.

"Call in the dropships. Have troopers scan the rooftops for more of these anarchists. They must take them alive. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD, SUB LEVELS

Fett was located on the outside, his helmet's technology constantly activating scan pulses whilst he remained silent. Funny how you could see everything without truly seeing anything. Every moment was known to the Mandalorian, but whatever it was Singh was about to do next he couldn't tell, nor did he really want to. Koda remained silent over the comms, watching and waiting. Whether he got himself killed or not didn't matter too much. Might just need to take an alternate approach. Something that involved a bit more of a bang, but as was the par with a Mandalorian.

Meanwhile, Gail continued to lounge about in his seat as the new contender approached, ready to pluck away a victory from the ol' Anoo-dat Prime and earn himself a death mark. Just as it had been with all those that dared win before hand. Strange that in this game you could count yourself lucky if you were drawn a bad hand. Gail knew the fear in a man's eye once he had a winning pair, and it was then he flexed his killing instincts once more.

This time around? Gail's face scrunched up into a ball with a moment of disgust. He didn't have much in the way of a poker-face, and he certainly had a bad hand this time. Might be best to fold, or try your luck. Gail, however, was going to try and bluff his way to victory. The question was: what type of hand did Jackson hold?

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[member="Jackson Singh"]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: The Parade
Nearby: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Farah"]

The realization that their warning, even their presence, was entirely without use to these two towering giants-

Hirou's ears angled down. Their whiskers drooped. Why, the Nezumi wondered, not for the first time, did the Empire need people like them, when they had literal gods at its head? It seemed very silly, in that moment, to think that they would ever really and truly make a difference.

But in a heartbeat, those ears perked back up.

"Lord Fa!"

Frantically, Hirou scrambled up to the front of the sledge, standing up on their back legs, quivering nose nearly straight up in the air.

"You're okay!"

There was real relief in the Nezumi's voice. With a momentary hesitation to gauge the distance, Hirou crouched and then went scampering across the curve of the front of the sledge and leaped. Tai Fa extended a wing and Hirou landed lightly there, running on all fours up the length of it, over his shoulder and then around to the other side with excitement.

Maybe, Hirou realized, they didn't have to be useful to everyone, all of the time. But that did not make them useless.