Public Paradise City

[Judah Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Open

Paradise City… one of the few pleasure capitals of the galaxy, and one of the last places Judah should have been. His sordid past with a particular Zeltron should have been a lesson in how susceptible he was to the effects of the pheromones often put off by the native species. A world where hedonism was the normal way of life was not exactly a bastion for Jedi visitation, but it often sat on their radar. The inhabitants of the planet were not the only thing attractive about the place. In a world where so much diversion existed, crime flourished in abundance.

The job was supposed to be simple, that was how a lot of these stories began, especially for Judah. There was nothing like relative ease to complicate matters for the shadow. Remnants of a galactic crime organization had settled in the city, and Judah was determined to put them away for good. Gambling, weapons, slaves, all the typical things one expected a crime ring to be involved in were things they had been guilty of. Normally Judah would not have pursued them, but he was after something.

Information.

While the galaxy had a short memory, Judah did not. The New Way had taken credit for a bombing on Coruscant, and the Master Shadow had yet to find the perpetrators responsible for it. Their network had extended far beyond the humble beginnings of a Corelliona business mogul. The late Sal-Soren had started a monster he could no longer control. He could have never imagined his small little spark would have erupted into a blazing wildfire. Yet it had. Judah was determined to snuff it out.

Those who knew of it wanted to snuff it out.

The New Way was a threat to force sensitives everywhere, not just the Jedi or the Galactic Alliance. Those among the Sith, the Rimward Trade League, the Enclave, Imperial remnants, they were all targets. While it had not been a large enough threat to end the wars between the factions, it should have been. Even the Alliance and the New Jedi Order had seemed to have forgotten about it.

Judah did not.

Judah would not, he could not.

He wandered about the city, looking for any sign of the location which his infobroker had said was the last known hideout of the gang he had been after. Their leader had a datastick with a name. They knew who built the bomb, and they knew who had set it.

Normally he was the kind to work alone, but he knew he was no match for a warehouse full of mercenaries and thieves. Sure he was a shadow and could move without being noticed most of the time, but there was a lot of room to clear, and he could not risk getting caught without any kind of back up. Judah did not want anyone getting away.

Spoiler: OBJECTIVES

The warehouse is full of what remains of a well organized crime syndicate. These are not your run of the mill criminals. Mercenaries, former military, displaced freedom fighters, hired guns that got desperate for work are the likes you will face off against. Whether you are there to help eliminate them for altruistic reasons or not, if you do not take them out, they will take you out. Clear the warehouse which has become known as Gangland.

Where there are criminals and gangs, there is bound to be something worth looting. Whether you find a ship full of credits, or what remains of their weapons caches, it is all up for grabs. If you can find a way to carry it out of the warehouse it is yours. Who said being an opportunist didn’t pay off? You’re about to hit a big score.

There is always something to do around the warehouse, or in paradise city. Have some fun. Get some cantina ale. Listen to a lounge singer. Bring a friend and have a night out on the town. This one is up to you! Have fun… and thread responsibly.

 

[Cailen Corso]

Paradise City
Objective I: Gangland

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Cailen had not forgotten the New Way.

The fear and anger they stirred in him when they bombed that building on Coruscant hadn’t left him since the day it happened. How could he ever forget the panicked murmurings of the party guests at the Hapan gala? Chasing after them wasn’t an option at the time, a fact that Cailen deeply resented. But now he had another opportunity to get to the bottom of the New Way’s attack.

Hopefully this time, before it happens again.

<“I’m getting close to the warehouse,”> Cailen said in a low voice over comms. Of the options across Paradise City, tracking down this band of thugs seemed the most useful in the long run.

If they had any leads on the New Way, then it was more than worth it to investigate.

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Tags: Judah Lesan​

 

[Rowena Soh]

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Objective 1: Gangland
Tag: Cailen Corso

Oh golly.

Rowena was close on Cailen's heels. Quite literally. "Erm..." she cleared her throat quietly. "I'm not sure I'm meant to be here," she said, voice a harsh whisper.

The padawan archivist was full of uncertainty. She'd agreed to accompany a fellow padawan on a mission, but she hadn't truly understood just what she was getting into until now. The dark silhouette of the warehouse loomed ahead. No, no... this wasn't right! She belonged in the archives, that's where her books and data and not-fighting-things were.

She didn't know Cailen well. Actually, she didn't know him at all, really... only by his reputation.

This could be a good opportunity to see just what a real Jedi was like. What they do when faced with terrible threats like the New Way. Rowena had only read about the events. Though, she knew that others in the Order had lived them.

"Right, well... I'll follow your lead," she said, coming up to Cailen's shoulder.

 

[Saria Rae]

Paradise City
Tags: Cailen Corso , Rowena Soh

"Wait up!" Saria hissed under her breath, hastily making her way up to the other two padawans.

This was no diplomatic mission at all, far beyond the scope of what she typically did for the order, but the Masters deemed that she needed to expand her wheelhouse of experience, and a part of that was dealing with more hostile situations. The threat of attack was always prevalent in the world of negotiation after all, and the New Way sat at the top of the food chain for threats to force sensitives such as herself. There was value here...

Even if she was wildly unprepared. Being with new people certainly didn't calm her nerves, but the padawan remained composed. The first step to successful diplomacy was remaining cool under pressure.

"I've been analyzing some of the records on these guys," the Mirialan told the others in a hushed tone, flipping through a datapad she had procured. "They're all vagrants, just random ruffians hired on by an unknown sponsor. There must be ten or so smaller groups that got pulled into... whatever this is."

She was familiar with the New Way as far as the terror they represented went. They were cultish, liked to draw people in with a stake in the conflict they manufactured against Jedi. If they were taking in these sorts, Saria reasoned they were either getting desperate or trying to reduce the shadow they cast.

Both spelled danger either way. Nothing was scarier than an animal backed into a corner.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

OBJECTIVE: Gangland
Tags: Judah Lesan Cailen Corso Rowena Soh Saria Rae

Paradise City wasn't exactly one of Red's standard places to travel. A place of vice and pleasure, a place where people could come to relax and soak in the luxury and the indulgence, and Red hated every part of it. But he wasn't exactly here to give criticism to the City, he had a contract to complete.

<“I’m getting close to the warehouse,”>

"Copy, I've got eyes on target, no movement exterior." He responded over the commlink. It appeared as if a fairly sizeable team and been assembled for this job. Red had heard about the bombing, but he hadn't paid too much attention to it. This group must have caused a lot of trouble in the past to have a response of this size.

"I think I spotted a secondary entrance near the rear of the building. Any ideas on how we want to do this?" Red asked over the comms. No doubt the gang would be dug in deep into the warehouse location.

Hopefully, they wouldn't put up too much of a fight, but Red knew better than to get his hopes up.

 

[Laphisto]

Objective 1 Gangland​

Laphisto had heard whispers of a group of thugs held up in somewhere house. This warehouse held the possibility of goods and resources that could be sold to help fund the ever-growing Lilaste Order and their war effort against the Dusate Pirates. The small task force Laphisto had assembled was no larger than a single Squadron of Soldiers. Laphisto was Dorned in his Custom set of LO-56MKII. At the same time, the Nine Soldiers around him Wore the Standard set. The small group managed to work their way to the Rear entrance of the Facility. it had been a while since he had gone on a actually mission since his accident that left him nearly dead several months prior. The thought made him grumble slightly before shaking his head. Looking to the squad around him " alright men, set up and prepare yourselves, these are not the same enemies we have faced in the past. Expect better training and harsher numbers. should things go south we have a LAET/I gunship a kilometer out waiting for our distress signal for evac." pulling a hand up to his lone ear laphisto spoke into his comlink " group two are you in position?" Laphisto stood at Seven foot eight, his armor bearing the marking of the Lilaste order on one shoulder while sporting the Sigil of Clan ordo on the other while not seen carrying a weapon, the hilt of a Broken sword was visible on his belt

if Subject 73 Red looked close enough he would spy movement crossed the way from the warehouse, soldiers wearing the same armor had begun setting up a Machine gun nest in the hopes of causing a big enough distraction should things go south. they so far hadn't seemed to notice Saria Rae Rowena Soh Cailen Corso . three of the soldiers seemed to stay near the constructed and make-shift MG nest while the other six moved to Grapple-crossed the way and try to get onto the roof of the large building

Setting themselves up in a breeching formation. With a flash of blue covering His eyes, Laphisto peered through the force to try and gain insight as to what lay before him and his men. taking a few deep breaths calming and preparing himself for the ensuing conflict, the soldiers on the roof ready to give supporting fire and the MG crossed the street prepped to suppress enemy positions and make reinforcements difficult

Judah Lesan

 

[Drego Ruus]

Paradise City
Objective I: Gangland
Tag: Cailen Corso Rowena Soh Saria Rae Subject 73 Red Judah Lesan

Drego had made a habit of shadowing small squads of jedi ever since the end of the Hyperspace War. Maybe he felt the little ones were worth protecting. Small recruits in a friendly army. He was sure the members of Clan Bralor would disagree, but he couldn't force himself to hate the jedi. He saw himself as a farkin' badass, but not a bad person. At least, mostly not. He couldn't help but sneak a cigar under his helmet before he responded to the call over comms.​

<“I’m getting close to the warehouse,”>

"I think I spotted a secondary entrance near the rear of the building. Any ideas on how we want to do this?"

Slipping his helmet back on, he blew a bit of smoke out of his T visor before answering. "I can go in hot if we want, draw their fire. Give you guys some breathing room to ambush them. You're the one in charge jedi. Make the call."

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[Lossa Aureus]

Location: Across from the Warehouse
Equipment: Skinsuit, Full Wayward Samaritan Gear - Robe and Armor
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Vehicle: Speeder Bike with Repulsor-skiff
Tools: Fusioncutter
Tags: Judah Lesan Cailen Corso Rowena Soh Saria Rae Subject 73 Red Laphisto Drego Ruus

She'd come to visit family. Set aside some time in her schedule to make a trip after having Briana over for so long. Especially after the Lily escapade with her trial and the Thule excursion.

And it had been a lovely visit.

Had been.

Then the rumblings of a familiar name had brought Lossa around to investigate the scene. If nothing else to report that a cell had been wiped out to her cousin. If she wanted to hear about it. Which was what had made Lossa wishy-washy on actually going forward to help with the matter.

She'd already seen a handful of people getting close to the warehouse in question.

One sticking out in particular as she caught a still of his face and compared it to the roster of jedi she had definitely acquired through proper channels and hadn't simply stolen from a terminal in the Coruscant Temple. That would have been entirely irresponsible of her.

If she was caught with it.

It hadn't given her much beyond a rough age and name though, something she would have to maybe rectify in the future is she didn't get caught here. But that was something for the future.

Instead, she was content to watch for a moment as a smattering of jedi and possibly other lined up to raid the warehouse. A slight shake of her head as she backed out of the zoomed in view.

"More than enough guns at the door." A cackle behind her helmet as she grinned. "Somebody better make sure they don't make a break for the back I suppose."

She had not intent on getting mixed up with the gang, or the ones doing the raid. Instead content with the idea of making off with whatever they had in the back of the warehouse.

A nervous look over the backside of the apartment before clearing her throat and simply stepping off the edge. Body tense as she began to free fall towards where she had parked her speeder. Boots engaging the rockets as she saw the numbers tick by with alarming speed at how close she was closing in toward the ground.

A snapping bark of the rockets as they shut off before she made it safely to the ground. A shooting pain through her heel at landing wrong, causing a hop and skip to the speeder that was idling as her armored gloves pressed into the Jumpsuit material to alleviate the pain.

"Gotta work on the landing. Feth I gotta work on that. Fethin chit." Curses short lived as she slid onto the speeder and checked the gauges.

"Gonna steal from the bad guys. Gonna snag some creds and fly." Singing quietly to herself as she brought the engine up to speed and entered the street adjacent the warehouse and checking her localized HUD radar.

 

[Jolene Bastra]

"They are approaching the warehouse," said Hoyt. "Jo, we gotta get while the gettin' is good."

"Patience is a virtue," Jo replied.

She didn't want to waste her own resources when those Jedi were about to do the dirty work for her. Her network of smugglers had been keeping her informed about the hit tonight. And she'd be waiting in the wings to get her share of the goods. Tonight, she'd brought a small crew -- Hoyt Helsing, a merc, and Gran, a Wookie.

"Best to stay under the radar, keep out of their... way. What's it?" Jo asked. It was getting harder to remember things.

"Wrrroooooooooo," Gran said, exasperated.

Ah, right. The New Way. The Old Way. Which Way... Jo didn't care as long as she got a cut. And she'd turn a blind eye to their rather explosive methods, so long as they weren't exploding her or her station. "Right. So, sit tight folks. We need the gangs shooting Jedi, not us."

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Wearing: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber | Location: Zeltros | Tag: Judah Lesan , Cailen Corso , Subject 73 Red , Saria Rae , Drego Ruus , Laphisto​

She'd fled Naboo merely a week after the New Way's biological attack, or more aptly— she'd fled from her own family, throwing herself into the deep end of the cosmic pool, chasing whatever shadows and whispers of the New Ways whereabouts that she could catch wind of, keeping to an endless list of tasks and objectives to occupy herself with. Driven by instinct and the need to survive, Briana distanced herself from the legacy of her father and the darkening shadow that his death cast over her, pausing at several places along the way. Coruscant, Corellia, Susevfi, Thule, the remnants of Csilla, and now Zeltros; each one a desperate attempt to keep her mind from trailing too far, to keep herself from embracing that thing she fought to forget, all the while know that eventually it'd catch up to her.

Grinding out a breath against the sharp sting of grief, she willed herself to make the necessary mental realignment as she followed Judah from a comfortable distance, keeping a brisk pace through the packed streets of Zeltros, her eyes constantly scanning the area while the commlink endlessly buzzed in her ear from the chatter of various Jedi that'd come to assist on this mission. Briana pulled up the compact datapad from her pocket, an azure shadow casting over her features as detailed information on the layout of the warehouse poured over the screen in her palm. "Going in with blasters blazing isn't ideal. We have no estimate of how many enemies are in there, or if they have security droids. Through the back might give us the most cover and a potential edge," Briana reported over the shared link, "looks like it's some kind of storage area... I'm sending the layout to those with devices. Give me a sec." a few rapid clicks, "There are several corridors branching out into various wings and a sizable central room. I've flagged possible escape routes for us as well." She wouldn't give the go-ahead on a particular path since she wasn't the senior Jedi on this mission, nor the one who'd put the team together, but Briana could at least arm those who'd come along with the most relevant information to try and ensure they came out of this alive.

Stowing the device, Briana hastened to close the gap between her and the elder Lesan as they veered down a side street off the main thoroughfare. Soon enough, the looming shadow of the warehouse emerged before them.

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[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons: Blaster Pistol
Tag: Judah Lesan , Briana Sal-Soren , Cailen Corso , Subject 73 Red , Saria Rae , Drego Ruus , Laphisto

Gatz was here for one reason, and it wasn't a particularly selfless one.

Oh sure, as a resident of Theed, he had one hell of a bone to pick with the New Way. And as a Force-senstitive, he had a bone to pick with the New Way. It wasn't that he didn't want to stop actual terrorists, or that he didn't care about wanting to do the right thing. He did. He'd spent the last year of his life throwing himself at every injustice he could find, no matter the personal cost. Just ask his dead uncle. He'd sold his home—made himself homeless—all to fund his war against a crime lord who'd ruined thousands of lives.

But despite all of that, he was here for one reason. One person: Briana.

It wasn't because he was beholden to her—he wasn't. He was a (former) resident of Theed, not of whatever duchy she held. Even if he had been her direct constituent, Gatz wouldn't have given a damn. He hated the aristocracy. He hated the nobility. He hated the upper class. Because they were largely useless, and self-interested. They didn't care about the people like him, who'd grown up impoverished. They cared only about themselves, just like every other rich jerk in the galaxy.

Briana Sal-Soren was different. He only wished the rest of Naboo understood that.

Gatz had walked the streets of Theed. He'd heard the curses they spat about the Sal-Sorens. He'd listened to the insults they'd lobbed: not just at her father, not just at her mother, but even at her. They sat around tables in the cantinas, whispering amongst themselves, throwing about accusations and insinuations. If her father had founded the New Way, then she obviously had to be involved with it too, right? It didn't matter that she was a Jedi Knight, not to them. That was a convenient excuse; a way to distance herself from their conspiracy theories.

They didn't understand that she was fighting for them. That, despite their glares, their distrust, and their unfair accusations, she was giving all that she had for their safety. Even as they spat her name, cursed her lineage, she endeavored in serving her people. Even as she grappled with her family's ruined legacy, she still put everyone else before herself.

And that was why he was here: because her own people had little love left for her. She certainly didn't have the common people's support, not from what he'd seen. They didn't understand—or maybe didn't want to understand—that she was one of the few brilliant lights in a shadowed galaxy.

She deserved faith. And she deserved help.

She had given him both. How could he not return the favor?

That was why he followed at her heel, like a kath hound. That was why, despite having little love for the Jedi Order beyond a select few individuals, he had swallowed his pride and acquiesced to following Master Lesan's—as well as the other Jedi present—orders on this mission. And that was why, after hearing the breath she let out, Gatz turned his eyes toward Briana as she offered guidance to their little raid team.

"I know this isn't exactly the best timing," Gatz spoke quietly, once Briana had finished, "and I don't want you to think that I don't have absolute faith in you, but... are you certain you're up for this?"

 

[Holden Tark]

Tag: Jolene Bastra

Most of Jolene’s crew were a little slow on the uptake for this job. They needed to wait for the Jedi and whatever team he had bust into the warehouse BEFORE they decided to move in and loot the place. They needed to wait for the chaos. Holden was a little conflicted with this job. He liked the Jedi, but they never paid well. Crime, smuggling, salvaging, had always been more lucrative, and Jolene was usually very persuasive. Besides if he said no, she would send her trigger happy daughter to try and kill him.

Holden had a very complicated love, hate relationship with that one.

“They will make their move… you just need to be quiet.”

He looked over to Jo.

“Besides, the Jedi are not here to take the weapons.”

They never were. Sure they might confiscate them to get them off the streets, but that was never what brought them to interfere. The New Way, that was big enough, and the goons inside had some kind of connection to them.

“C’mon, time to get into position.”​

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Briana Sal-Soren | Cailen Corso | Subject 73 Red | Drego Ruus | Laphisto | @Lossa Darchul | Jolene Bastra | Rowena Soh | Gatz Derrevar

The comms were active, too active. This was why he did not like working with others, too much chatter. Judah just shook his head as he reached out over the comms to remind everyone they needed to move to radio silence.

< “Radio silence here on out. If they’re scanning the airwaves they will pick us up.” >

This was why Judah was convinced every Jedi needed to learn how to use telepathy and master it. Sure there were those who felt it have been overused at one point, but there was no way they had criminals in that building scanning for that kind of communication. Even if they could, they would not be thinking about it, not on Zeltros.

Briana Sal-Soren chimed in. Judah would let this one slip. He had arranged a private frequency one he kept scrambled for instances like this. The devices he had which were able to take advantage of that were limited, so he let the Jedi watching his six have it.

“Do you take me as the kind of Jedi that goes in with blasters blazing? I mean I am Corellian, but I am also a shadow.”

The words passed through their link with a touch of annoyance. It was also not lost on him that he was working with the daughter of the man who started the organization responsible for the Coruscant bombing. Judah had sought to arrest the man, but he had been killed before the Jedi Master could reach him. His death had only emboldened those who had taken the terrorist organization away from his control. Judah knew it was growing into something that threatened to be more powerful than anyone was willing to give them credit for.

They had to be stopped now.

Judah pulled out his personal datapad and committed the layout to memory.

“Good work. Make sure that partner of yours stays close to you. Once we get inside the force will be our only guide. I want you putting the tech away and going dark until everyone gets in position.”

Judah hoped everyone was ready, because as soon as he made his way into the main area it was going to get hot, and fast. Every corridor was covered, most entrances had guards stationed near it. Once they made their way in, it was going to be a fight.

It was time to move.

The Jedi found his way in, and moved slowly through the shadows. He broke out over the comms once he was in place…

“Breech.”

With that his blade came to life, and Judah ran for the stairs which were out in the open. He knew where the leader would be with the information. Judah had to get to that office.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto was in the middle of relaying the information where the enemies where that were hidden behind the wall. before he stopped and raised a brow, peering forwards Judah Lesan seeing his approach with a tilt of his head, and then he saw the others Gatz Derrevar Briana Sal-Soren Cailen Corso Saria Rae and Rowena Soh he saw their force signatures and gave a small grumble, he by no means was working with nor for the Jedi, his time in service was over when Matsu Ike had told him he was Free to do with his life as he pleased, and he chose that moment to do just that. to live his life by his own freedom the fact he had just so happened to fall back into a military-like role was just coincidence, or maybe habit? regardless " we have Jedi, watch your fire do not try and engage with them willingly but if they target you then they are free game, the least thing we need is the Galactic Alliance breathing down our necks over some dead children."

With a shake of his head, he opted to use the Jedi and their attack as cover for his own. The moment the gangsters were distracted he used the force, pushing the door from its hinges and sending it spiraling through the warehouse, clipping and even killing several of the enemy. Within moments the soldiers breached the door firing their Weapons. The six soldiers still on the roof began to fire through the skylights using the roof and their elevation to their advantage raining blaster bolts down. The MG nest on the other hand remained quiet, it intends to cut off reinforcements

 

[Drego Ruus]

As soon as he heard the word, Drego didn't waste time. But rather than going in the traditional way, Drego knew he'd go in an alternative path.

That being?

Right through the roof.

He'd have set up above beforehand anyways. He didn't bother telling anyone, just kept on comms while he set up, climbing up a crane that seemed to be working on an adjacent warehouse site, moving cargo crates around. All he needed to was set it up and...jump.

CRASH!

His Beskar'gam went right through the thin roof, landing him right into the middle of the fray. The sound of Drego's shotgun cocking filled the air, before he unloaded right on the nearest target.​

 

[Subject 73 Red]

OBJECTIVE: Gangland
Tags: Judah Lesan Cailen Corso Rowena Soh Saria Rae Laphisto Drego Ruus Gatz Derrevar Briana Sal-Soren


Red walked up to the door of the warehouse, placing an explosive charge, before stepping back. He had seen Laphisto and his soldiers stacking up at the other entrance. Lot of people entering the warehouse, they'd have to be careful to avoid friendly fire, no doubt there would be a lot happening at once, including a crossfire. Red stepped back from the door he had armed, moving back to a safe distance.

“Breech.”

Red pressed down on the detonator. The door of the warehouse flew in, knocked inward by the force of the breach charge. He raised his rifle, and moved inwards. He could already hear shots being fired from other areas of the warehouse. Red rounded a corner and entered into a room. Multiple enemies moved around, preparing and responding to the breach. Red took cover behind a crate, and began firing at them, hitting one in the chest.

Before he knew it, the roof collapsed, and a Mandalorian was deposited right in the center of the room.

"What the hell was that?" Red exclaimed. He turned and shot down another hostile that began targeting the Mandalorian. He continued to lay down fire, trying to give covering fire to the man that just fell through the ceiling.

"Mando! More down the hall! Get ready!" Red yelled out, turning his rifle towards the hallway.