Skirmish Pillage the Weik

[Malan Durane]

Malan stood on the deck of his ship the Trepidation as it gently tilted on the rolling waves, drinking from his flask that was full of rum. There was a fog that night and the first of the ice that normally claimed the Rimesea in the winter months of Weik had already begun to form. But they were not large enough to block passage for the Warlord's fleet. Instead they were pushed aside by the massive hulls, moving calmly through the small waves of the otherwise calm waters.

It was silent on the water. Malan had ordered all lanterns be extinguished except for the ones at the back of the ships, letting those in behind know where the others were. It was set to be a perfect ambush. Wars never began in winter. It was almost as though it was some sort of code. And that was what made it all so perfect. It guaranteed a victory. Sure the guards of Vossport would try to defend the city, but by the time they'd even be made aware of the Warlord's fleet, it would be too late.

The marker in the water was reached. A wooden buoy that indicated the closeness of the shore. His goal wasn't to hit the Docklands. That was much too obvious and was always under watch. Instead he was targeting further east. There was one more buoy to pass before they were within striking distance. He glanced over to Nadira and gave her a charming smile. "Time to signal the fleet to align. We're almost there." And by signal he meant to flash the rear lantern three times.

The fog was still obscuring the fleet from the shore. And soon there'll be smoke on the water.

Spoiler

Alejandro Vizcaya and your +1, Rayia Si , Sola Wessiri and Cyprian Ichar , you're free to hop your characters in as you see fit

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

"When you said fleet..."

Alejandro said while chomping down on some exotic looking fruit that this man had aquired. He had met Visanj T'shkali and the Pirate Queen herself Cord Starfall just a few weeks ago, but this guy was traditional. Alejandro didn't choose the pirate life and before this venture, he is what Alejandro imagined pirates looked like.

"I was thinking you know..." He gestured to their surroundings, his meaning obvious. "Star ships and the like, not actual ships, seafaring vessels."

Maybe he was too traditional but hey, it was his show and He was free to run it as he saw fit. Alejandro was here because of course He was, he wouldn't miss the chance to hit an incredibly legendary target, with legendary loot and even more legendary adversaries. He was eager to face the Paladins and brought the sometimes green crewmembers with him.

Thia Sas was new but she would be instrumental once they arrived. Alejandro trusted the nautolan to handle the big guns, his plan was to stick her in a turbolaser turret and have her cover him.

The sea was misty, the plan was to strike pretty soon and the force itself moved anxiously with the upcoming battle. He gripped the hilt of his saber and steeled himself for what was to come.

"No Mercy, No Quarter. We go in, kill the Defenders, steal the loot, Go home. Easy payday"

Malan Durane Rayia Si Cyprian Ichar Sola Wessiri​

 

[Thia Sas]

She was on artillery, great. So she would be shooting big guns from a distance, not stabbing people with her spear, awesome. Thia Sas did not usually complain about an assignment, and this was no exception, she didn't complain, but she definitely wasn't too happy about it.

But, it was an important role in the coming raid, and her boss was trusting her with it. She had no intention of letting him down. She didn't really see why it was necessary though, the defender's weapons were primitive at best and frankly useless against their superior technology.

She took the gunner's seat and put on the headset to let her receive orders from her superiors. It was time to rock.

 

[Malan Durane]

"Starships? Until recently, none had been seen on Weik for nearly a thousand years. This is my fleet. The wind-ships might not seem very threatening to you, but I can promise you that they pack a punch. There's over a hundred cannons on the Trepidation alone. Trust me, she'll get the job done."

There were no Starships or Starports on Weik. No turbolasers or blasters either. There was hardly any electricity at all, mostly confined to just lighting up certain parts of the city. Once energy sources were depleted long ago, and believing that the entire Galaxy was wiped out, the civilization of Weik reverted back to much earlier times. It was how they survived, humanity at it's core. And it was still ruthless.

Malan had another swig from his flask before tucking it into the inner breast pocket of his coat. He looked down to the water and spotted the second buoy just up ahead. They were getting closer. The anticipation of the attack was delicious.

Alejandro Vizcaya Thia Sas​

 

[Cyprian Ichar]

Location: The Tipsy Coconut (Vossport)
Objective: Don't Be Suspicious
Allies: Vossport
Opposition: Pirates
Equipment: Generic Light Durasteel Armor + Armorweave Cloak, Generic Durasteel Broadsword, Slingshot, Viper Burst Pistol (Concealed), Commlink (Concealed)

After spending the day gathering supplies and searching for a suitable ship down at the docks, a trip had finally been chartered to the Highlands for Cyprian and his crew. There, he hoped to find more clues about his mark.

There was no where the Night Lord could hide from the Balarac in the frontier, not even on this backwater world.

Finished with his business for the day, he and his crew had retired to an Inn to await final preparations by Captain Mailk. The Tipsy Coconut, it was called. He found the smokey tavern quaint, the lower levels filled with lively music and raucous banter. There was something serene about Weik in general, largely cut off from the concerns of the galaxy. The locals had their problems for sure - Vossport's high walls were evidence of that - but this place seemed almost utopian in comparison to where he had been, and where he was going.

Upstairs in his room, he found the house cuisine much less charming. Grease cascaded from the bland battered fish like mini waterfalls, while the fried tubers were overdone. As for the funky smelling water...he prayed to the Goddess that his mutant liver was up to the momentous task of filtration.

Midway into his unsavory meal, there began a steady thump emanating from the adjacent wall. From the other side, it sounded like wood rapping against plaster - a bedpost.

Clearly someone was having a better night.

With a chuckle, he set down his mug and donned his helmet once more. It was a good time for a moonlit walk. Back outside, he thought about Kain and Penny, hoping the errant Knights were staying out of trouble. He had told them to remain inconspicuous and try to blend into the low tech world like he had.

Kain, he could be sure of, Penny, much less certain. Smiley was always getting into something.

Spoiler

Kain Aldore Penny Rasalas Sola Wessiri

Malan Durane Alejandro Vizcaya Thia Sas Nadira

 

[Nadira]

Nadira stood next to the captain, admiring the view. The blue waves next to the contrast of the white sheets of ice, coupled with the dense fog, made for one of the prettiest sights the Zeltron had ever laid her eyes upon. Though seafaring vessels weren't her normal accommodations, she held a mighty respect for them. Eons past, this is where her chosen lifestyle began- and had shaped the career among the stars she had chosen. It almost seemed full circle, descending back to the water for a chance to plunder. The woman's thoughts were interrupted as the captain gave his orders.

He glanced over to Nadira and gave her a charming smile. "Time to signal the fleet to align. We're almost there." And by signal, he meant to flash the rear lantern three times.
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Nadira returned the smile, eager. She hadn't come to consider the philosophical nuances of pirate hood- she came to raid, to take from the weak what she so desired. The woman turned, strutting off to the hatch that led to the lower decks. She stooped down, calling out to those below.

"FLASH THE LANTERNS! TO BATTLE, FOR GLORY!"

Her shout was met with a series of cheers from the crew. They fueled her, causing her smile to grow into an excited grin, before returning to Malan's side.

"Ready when you are," she stated with a wink.

Spoiler: Tags and Equipment

Tags: Malan Durane Alejandro Vizcaya Thia Sas Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Sola Wessiri Penny Rasalas
Equipment: Generic lightsabers x2 | Generic blasters x2 | Dagger (I'm too lazy to sub lulz)

 

[Kain Aldore]

Atop Vossport's sea wall Kain starred down at the crashing wave's and the urge to jump into the water kept popping up in his head, but that was stupid it was probably freezing, and besides, he had a job, his eyes moved up to the horizon he could barely make out where the water changed to the sky, and anything out there with no light would be practically invisible crossing his arms trying to say warm.

He was wearing a Generic poncho with a Durasteel gambison underneath, from his right hip hung a Songsteel Saber, underneath the backside of his poncho he kept his Lightsaber and Duality concealed, he was effectively strapped in every regard except for when it came to those combustion rifles the guards had. There was a commlink hidden in his boot, an uncomfortable hiding spot, but it would effectively dampening any noise.

Kain had spent the Previous day studying the wind-ships and knew how they functioned, he could effectively "pilot" one if need be, but they are slow and clunky, limited by how the wind dictated their actions, all a helmsman could do was manipulate it, he disliked that. Taking in the smell of the ocean he turned back to Vossport, a place out of time. Cyprian had mentioned keeping a low profile so he was complying.

thinking of his comrades. Cyprian was probably making a plan or talking to an official, But what penny was up to could be only a guess, he just hoped she was better after Isonov, he had heard the details but never saw the damage, in fact, he hadn't seen either of them since needing to deal with his shop. Kain's head snapped back towards the sea a bad feeling flooded his gut, he remembered Saleucami, like a rat in a cage, something powerful and he could easily sense it from atop the wall.

"What is... a creature?"

thoughts raced through Kain's mind he had met creatures with force attunement but never like that, well whatever it was he wasn't too worried pushing the thought to the back of his mind and refocusing on what he could see with his eyes before making his way back to the tavern with a concerned look upon his face.

Spoiler: Tags

Cyprian Ichar Penny Rasalas Sola Wessiri Malan Durane Alejandro Vizcaya Thia Sas Nadira

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Alejandro's jaw dropped as the pirate spoke, his mind having trouble wrapping itself around what he just told him. This world hadn't seen Starships in a thousand years and they managed their entire planetary civilization like primitive savages. He shook his head and laughed out loud, had he not been outside this planet before? One hundred of these wind ships, sea faring vessels would be no match for The Jubelina's Revenant.

Alejandro pointed to his right hand for the operation, right now mounted on the gun of a single turbolaser cannon for heavy armor. She was as capable with the blade as with guns, Thia Sas was deadly as she was beautiful but due to logistical issues Alejandro could only bring a single one of those guns.

He thought that would be a serious problem, He over compensated by bringing special troops and equipment but now? Now he knew he had them entirely outgunned.

"The power of a hundred cannons is insignificant compared to the power of a turbolaser cannon, in fa-"

He was cut off, shining in the window of the ship he saw the red flash of the lanters in the far off distance, they were seconds away from starting this off. A sliver of a smile crossed the thin of his lip, he curled his mustache and turned back to Thia.

"This is where the fun begins"
Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Nadira​

 

[Penny Rasalas]

"...single tooth the size of my hand, and..."

"Mmm..." The Zabrak hummed in feigned interest, yanking the short stool into position with the tip of her boot so she could reach the top shelf. Behind her, the human chattered on in a friendly manner.

"...ok, because the bigger they are, the worse they..."

Nodding slowly with her back turned, the merchant stretched on her tippy-toes, hand pawing at the high shelf. Naturally, the most talkative customer wanted the most inconveniently placed item in her small stand, and naturally, they were going to arrive right before she was about to close up shop and go home.

"...anyway, so that's how I lost the last one."

"Well, you're in luck. I have plenty left." With a sigh, the merchant hopped down and turned to place it on the worn wooden counter between them. Glancing up just in time to find--yet again--the young woman staring at the sharp crown of pale, creamy yellow horns on her head, instead of meeting her gaze. Then with a faint jolt, she snapped to attention, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and met her eyes.

Tha Zabrak blinked slowly, and almost kept her mouth shut. Instead, she paused, exhaled, and then finally asked the question she knew the young woman was silently begging to hear, though she would never admit it.

"Do you want to touch them?"

And just like that, the blue eyes across from her widened ever so slightly with contained elation. "...May I?"

"No." The Zabrak answered without missing a beat, then swiveled to rummage for the other item the woman asked for.

Penny's lips thinned while the merchant was turned, something of suspect twinkling in her eyes...but she didn't. 'Don't be suspicious'. Instead, she continued with her playful banter. "Oh, come on... I'll let you touch mine!"

"Touch your what?" The tired merchant asked incredulously, quirking a brow and instantly glancing to the human's head, and the horns it clearly lacked.

Penny looked thoughtful for a moment, and then answered with a deceptively innocent tone. "I mean...that could be up for discussion..."

The second item was set on the counter with a quiet tap, and the Zabrak and human faced one another. A blank staring contest lasting almost 10 seconds between them. Eventually, the merchant cracked with a short, but genuine peel of laughter, and shoo'd Penny away with a brisk swipe of her hand. "25... Now go, and don't lose this one. I won't be here for your sad story next time. I'm going home."

Collecting her new fishing pole and bait, Penny thanked her with a pleased smile, purposely making no mention of the discount she apparently wriggled out of the Zabrak. It was supposed to be 35, after all--she paid attention. Then, she was off with a spring in her step. Unlike the Lord Commander and his trusty ace pilot, this Force user would be claiming the most tactical spot--for night fishing, that is.

Of course, until a much more interesting target emerged on the salty ocean horizon... For now, she would be an inconspicuous piece of dock decoration. Lying in wait for the chum to fly...

Spoiler

Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Alejandro Vizcaya Nadira Malan Durane Thia Sas
Equipment: lightsaber (concealed), Viper Burst Pistol (concealed), commlink (concealed) ... this isn't a complete list, but I'm a busy noob, so please bear with me. ^^ Just know she has nothing fancy.

 

[Sola Wessiri]

Sola was on patrol in Vossport, with a few other Paladins. Their numbers were much smaller now, due to the vile actions of Varlo and the other Lucites. And yet they needed to be here. It was still their duty and responsibility, afterall.

The Paladins were, in some respect, very much like Jedi. In fact their whole Order had grown from the teachings of Jedi nearly a thousand years ago. Even their sunfire swords were handed down from generation to generation. Of course the whole docterine of no personal attachments wasn't followed. There wasn't a huge population on Weik and discouraging people from having children was just unheard of. People like Sola, however, made it their own personal choice not to allow themselves to get attached or have children. There were other more important things.

Like duty. Walking through the Docklands, Sola kept an eye out for trouble. Her hatchet was clipped to her back, her daggers sheathed and her sunfire sword hung off her belt. There was hardly a time when she wasn't armed. Weik wasn't too kind to...well, to the weak.

She patrolled the docks, walking along the pier and glancing at the wind-ships that were tied up against it. Netted crates were piled up in various spots. Winter was at their door and the last of the shipments were being made before the ice made it impossible.

It was almost fitting that the fog was rolling in too. It was as though it was heralding a coming storm...

Alejandro Vizcaya Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Penny Rasalas Nadira Thia Sas Malan Durane

 

[Malan Durane]

Malan was very intrigued at what the turbo-lazer could do. By all accounts he figured it to be some modified harpoon gun, for that was what it looked like. As for how he had contacted Alejandro Vizcaya when it was known that Weik had no contact with the outside Galaxy? Well, that was a story for another time. What mattered was that the Outsider was going to help him conquer Weik. Vossport, being the Capital City, was the perfect starting point.

And it had plenty of loot.

Like clockwork, the entire fleet lined up, ready for the signal to open fire. The rowboats were made ready, with some of them loaded with armed men and already lowered into the water, eagerly awaiting the run on the city.

Malan caught Nadira 's wink and responded with one of his own. Tonight was going to be a VERY good evening and he could think of quite a few ways to celebrate their victory....

"You may fire when ready! Let's see what this turbo-lazer can do!"

Thia Sas Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Penny Rasalas Sola Wessiri Rayia Si​

 

[Thia Sas]

She nodded to him, “Yes Sir.”

Once she was given the order she opened fire, the artillery battery letting out a resounding boom as it’s projectile tore through the enemy. She continued to bombard the enemy until given the her order to stop. She may be a pirate now, but she had been a professional soldier from her creation, so she was going to behave like a professional soldier. It was her way.

 

[Sola Wessiri]

The green beam of the turbolaser erupted from the fog and hit the far wall that protected Vossport, cutting a hole through the rigid stone like one giant pick axe. The thick wall still held, however it wasn't until the second and third hit was made that a part of it crumbled down.

Sola watched with her mouth agape, along with many others. Never in nearly a thousand years had a weapon been seen on Weik. Screams were heard coming from the city as the people began to panic. "SOUND THE ALARM!!!" She didn't really need to say it. From atop of the tall Guild Hall, a gong was being struck. It's sound echoed throughout the city and beyond. Vossport was under attack.

Without a second to lose, Sola ran on the dock, heading back into the city. She weaved in and out of the crowds of people and made her way towards where the wall was being fired upon, knowing that the enemies would seek to enter the city through their newly created breach.

Out on the water, patrol wind-ships started to make their move, sailing quickly towards the fog where the enemy were hiding. They let lose their cannons once they were in firing range, hoping to hit the enemy ships.

Alejandro Vizcaya Malan Durane Thia Sas Cyprian Ichar Kain Aldore Penny Rasalas Rayia Si