Pretty stuff...Can I has it? (ORC/TSE skirmish)

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

ORC: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Kole Harper"]
TSE: [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Qade Weir"] [member="Alexa Typhe"]​

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Molars mashed down on the tender meat and crispy, spiced surface, but Joycelyn's face remained unimpressed with the food, It was good, but it wasn't good. Moreover, she felt like every bite would cost her time on the treadmill if she wanted to stay in shape for her armour. Getting that thing re-shaped was very, very costly. Okay, the food was pretty good. She took another bite and once more felt slightly underwhelmed. What kind of magic was in this?

"It's not terrible."

She picked up the drink and sipped it through the straw. The flavour hit her mouth, sweet and fizzy, and just as she turned to take a new bite of her lunch, something detonated. Glitter showered over her back, embedded itself in her hair, snuck into the back of her uniform, and coated her lunch just as she took a big bite out of it. Joycelyn's eyes widened slightly as she tasted the synthetics in her food like a grain that scoured against her tastebuds. She threw herself to her feet, causing her seat to topple over dramatically. The poltry-leg in her hand crunched under the vice grip as she pivoted and spat out the mouthful of glitter. Wiping the spit from her chin she looked at the scene as it transpired.

"What the actual far do you t-is that?"

She pointed at the Zeltron robbing the lingeries tore. Worse yet, Joycelyn could see a pair she had been mustering up the will to buy now being shuffled into the bag. Her frown deeped as she gripped the sheathed sithsword from its resting place next to the table. As she strode out from the Krayt Fried Chicken.

"Oy scutta!"

As she shouted, Joycelyn ripped open the collar bit of her jacket and rolled her shoulders to soften the muscles in her back. Where she walked, little flames burst out from under her boots, turning the glitter to little embers as they were blown aside. Her yellow eyes set hard on the person masked as her father, as she grabbed the sword hilt and aggressive pulled off the leather sheath to unveil the blackened blade.

Zaudraka hummed in delight, knowing full well where this was going.

 

[Jak Skirata]

*Sometime Before the Heist*

<I really think that Kylo Ren mask fits you, and it still somehow makes you look like a Mando!>

<Yeah, if Mandos were weird Dark Siders with a penchant for the letter t. Personally, I like the Omni mask orrrr maybe,> Davin reached into the bin and pulled out a cyborg mask with the label "Darth Apparatus" Davin smirked at his older brother. <Didn't you give this guy a kiss?>

Gil grimaced, <Aye,> he smacked Davin in the face with a wad of wrapped masks, <Just like that, except with beskar. It was a Keldabe Kiss boy.>

*Now*

Allies: [member="Vaudin Miir"] @Gib @Jorus Merrill [member="Joza Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Disguise: Darth Apparatus

A distorted snap hiss filled the air as the makeshift, probably incredibly unstable, Mandalorian lightsaber caught the Sith Sword before it could meet its intended mark. He was fairly certain in the super informal briefing his brother had given him that this mission was to steal Kolto...He grunted from behind his thick mask of a lesser known bionic Sith Lord. He looked up at the woman with glitter in her hair and the Sith Sword before he reached up to his own chin and pressed what looked like a servo but was actually a button.

Apparently his mask had a hidden feature. A voice modulator spewed out a phrase in garbled basic.

"Y҉ou ҉pr͞o̶lo҉n͟g̴ th̢e ̧i͘n̕ev̡i͡ta͜b́le̶,"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Business hub
Objective: Refill toner cartridges

For the time being, the attention of the Sith is on the lingerie boutique where the Sith Emperor was performing a panty raid. So, until these upper-floor guys start printing with these refilled toner cartridges, they won't realize anything. And, because of the anarchist girl's skill at refilling those toner cartridges, she could get several floors' worth of photocopiers finished before the first printing job was activated. Also, realizing that, thanks to the multi-function photocopiers being located at strategic points on their respective floors, it will cause more panic and make it harder to follow a proper evacuation in the dark. But she had to make every bit of Force-fear count as she starts tethering the minds of the upper floor occupants, while the first printing job was underway. By doing so, Janick caused a few key people on each floor to freeze in place, while feeding on these people's panic to recharge her Force-batteries. The photocopier exploded and bursting its surroundings into flames, fueled by the toner and its mixture based on ionic filling, which also caused power grid failures around the floors where those photocopiers exploded in a flaming, ionic burst. But since Janick was on the ground floor, she was in a position to stand back but the anarchist was forced to stop refilling after finishing the topmost four floors in the hub, and make straight for the loading dock after exhausting the supply of toner she could carry with her, where the remaining crates of toner were located.

"Are we done yet?" the anarchist girl asked.

"Just a bit of patience. They are in for one last unpleasant surprise. Stand back however" she warned the anarchist while the timing is not yet ripe for the final stage with the upper floors of the business hub being on fire and out of power.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Business Hub
Side: ORC
Objective: Distraction, shopping
With: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]

Joza would admit that she was surprised that Zef had agreed to join in on the outer rim shenanigans. He seemed on board enough with the raid, even the concealing your identity part. But force a rubber mask and some fake chicken wings on him and suddenly this all got a little too childish.

But he was still here, clucking away while relieving a vendor of some high end cigars. Joza had taken the liberty of dumping an armful of women’s delicates into the bag as well.

“Oy scutta!”​

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Knowing that was meant for her, Joza turned her head to find a very tall very angry young woman striding towards her. Something about her was vaguely familiar, but with the height and the muscles and the sword and the aggression, she guessed Sith. Probably.

Eyeing the woman and her blade for a few solid moments, the Zeltron decided to return the greeting.

“Sup scutta."

Another glitter bomb was tossed towards the approaching woman.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Business Hub
Objective: Teach someone the ins and outs of covert operations
Allies: Sith
Enemies: ORC

Equipment: Lightsaber Armor

When one was supposedly going to engage in covert operations against an enemy power, there were a few things to keep in mind. Number one, choose your disguise carefully for the location you are going to. An example, a holiday shopper or a business being frequenting the business sector, or a tourist wanting to see some of the sights that the Sith Empire had erected around its worlds. Number two, make sure you have a credible reason for being where you were going. Excuses made up on the spot were always likely to fail, one needed to be prepared for any situation. Number three, choose your target carefully. If one was going to try and steal data, pick a location that had secrets worth stealing. If one was trying to cause a distraction or inflict damage to enemy infrastructure, pick somewhere like a spaceport, planet tram station, banks, data processing centers, etc. Number four, make sure to have effective backup in the area. If alone, and one becomes compromised, it becomes highly likely one is going to wind up captured or dead, the mission having failed.

The task of one [member="Janick Beauchamp"] ran counter to every single one of those.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to disguise themselves as [member="Darth Venefica"] obviously did not know the woman very well at all. The Sith Lady was widely known among the Sith as a practitioner of necromancy and sorcery, and would never be caught dead going into this sort of area. Especially to what appeared to be to refill an archaic sort of business appliance, a Sith Lady would never stoop to such a lowly task. So there went one and two, and three was gone when whoever this was chose one of the most random targets to go to on the entire planet. Four was screwed because [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] was once again one of those Sith who would never stoop to doing such a task. Ink toner? Really?

"You truly have no idea what you are doing," she said, entering whatever printing shop the faux Darth Venefica was standing in. Lightsaber in hand, armor on and mask engaged, she just regarded the woman with body language that spoke clearly of contempt. "Lady Venefica? Joycelyn Zambrano? Really? Could you have picked worse disguises? You are far too short to be a Zambrano, even with that Mask on."

Explosions echoed around, and once again, Eldaah could only shake her head in contempt.

"Surrender now, or face the consequences of such ill chosen ideas."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

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TSE Nearby: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]
ORC Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

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Business with the Sith Assassins had brought Xevek to Shusugaunt, rumours of some the the scientists becoming unsatisfied with Empirical rule and contemplating spreading what secrets they had a hold of to the Empire's enemies. The Assassin's job had been to wait for confirmation of these rumours before quickly silencing the dissenting voices in such a manner that it would not be traced back to the Empire in any way and that it would spread a suitable message to any undiscovered dissenters. Naturally, the order to wait around on Shusugaunt had lead to Xevek taking advantage of the downtime by attempting to relax and unwind somewhat. In the moment just before the crazy exploded into being within the business hub, relaxing came in the form of sitting down for a meal that was not comprised of dried rations.

He had just been about to eat, a datapad set off to one side which he was absentmindedly scrolling through while sipping at his tea and waiting for the food placed before him to cool somewhat, when the first explosion rang out. Cursing under his breathe, he snatched up his mask, fastening it into place with a sense of efficiency born from experience, before sweeping out of the restaurant after one slightly mournful look at his abandoned meal. Black cloak settling around his form still from the abruptness of his movements, Xevek stepped out into a scene of dancing glitter, glitter that very quickly started to attach itself to his robes earning a growl of annoyance from the Iridonian as he hunted for those that were the source of the disturbance.

What greeted his gaze was a sight that caused him to pause for a few seconds. A heavily armoured woman wearing a crude mask of the Emperor while picking through the wares of a lingerie store while a second individual wearing fake wings and a mask of Darth Saarai was certainly not a sight that he saw everyday, though it was certainly a sight that brought a smirk of humour to his lips beneath the privacy of his mask. Chuckling to himself, Xevek got to witness the sight of a Sith he recognised as Joycelyn Zambrano from her showing at the recent tournament on Bastion charging forwards, her blade meeting the lightsaber of a third dissident while what looked to be a guard approached the 'winged' individual as he slowly approached, hands clasped behind his back as he ran through his options.

The Force whispering in his ear that charging in would most likely result in his death was certainly helpful in chaining down the primal instincts that reared their head within his chest and urged him to simply surge forwards, the slight tremor that was still effecting his right arm from the recent experimental drug he had been exposed to doubly ensuring that he was carefully evaluating everything. As far as he could tell, the trio he was approaching - the trio of Zambrano, panty raiding 'Zambrano' and armoured individual - were all more experienced in utilising the Force than he and should he choose to engage the two dissidents directly he would probably be torn apart.

The explosion of a second glitterbomb as he drew close enough garnered a quick telekinetic burst from the Iridonian as he hoped to ensure that no more of the garish substance clung to his robes - an endeavour that he feared he would ultimately fail in - distracted him from his thoughts and pulled him back to the present as he cleared his throat, voice slightly muffled by the bone mask he wore. "Excuse me, may I intrude for but a moment?"

As he spoke, amber gaze flickering from individual to individual, Xevek set to work shifting how the Force flowed through him, settling into a Form even as he remained straight-backed with his hands clasped behind his back and giving off an aura of confidence he didn't quite feel as steely focus settled across his mind. Though he was by no means someone who focused on just the Force to fight, that did not mean that his association with some more esoteric members of the Empire had not lead to him learning some methods of those that fought with the Force alone. In this case he was slowly settling into the Force Form colloquially known as Force Mastery in preparation for a fight without physically showing said preparations.

"Could I ask that you refrain from using another of your unique weapons?" Cocking his head at the armoured woman as he drew to a stop a short distance from the trio, enough of a distance that he would have ample time to react to any attack against him, Xevek's tone almost sounded jovial in nature. "This situation seems like it'll be devolving into one that will surely only be an annoyance, something I can't really be arsed to be dealing with right now, but perhaps you could avoid making the clean-up that much harder?"

 

[Zef Halo]

Business Hub
w/ [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Xevek Rakama"], [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Vaudin Miir"] (this guys is going to get it)

Boxes of expensive cigars filled the thick linen bag and Zef was about to bail on this shop when commotion took his attention to the side. Some guy with a gun was coughing for a reason the smuggler could not figure out.

"Cluck, cluck."

Huh?

"Listen, kid, this is your chance to get rich and not die tryin' " The masked scoundrel gestured at the wealthy cigar shop. The business hub was in chaos, might as well have the common folk use that to their advantage. "Kubaz cigarras sell for a chit ton of-"

Zef was interrupted when he caught the appearance of bad people making their way into the lingerie store where the kid he abandoned decades ago was robbing it masked as the Sith Emperor.

"Gotta go."

Fethin' kids.

His arm lunged upwards and from his wing attachment a grappling hook was fired piercing the glass roof of the shop and landing on the ceiling. The rope snatched him upwards and Zef shifted his weight forward towards the lingerie shop. He dismissed the hook with almost perfect timing and spread the wings. Looking like a complete old fool and actually believing he was one, the ol' gunslinger glided towards the glass roof of the lingerie shop. Zef took a U turn so he come in a strafing run towards the degenerates face his crazy as feth kiddo dressed as a Sith Emperor and another ORC child dressed in something even more ridiculous.

"Ugh, I am too old for this chit." He muttered underneath his breath before his arm with his particle beam blaster pistol was raised and a salvo of explosive particle beam bolts were fired at the sword wielding woman and the odd robed figure.

"Cluck, cluck, motherkarkers." Zef unloaded the magazine before he landed next to Davin and Joza almost tripping down from the lack of balance.

I really am getting tired of this childish chit.

 

[Kenth Typho]

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SHUSUGAUNT
BUSINESS COMPLEX

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There was gunfire, smoke, explosions in the background as the chaos spread through the business complex.

Shusugaunt was an integral part of the Sith's kolto and bacta operations, it didn't surprise anyone that the response came swift. Morgan Vance was on assignment, but it wasn't the usual guard duty or anything else. Instead he had been planted in the facility to check up on the internal affairs department. Make sure that everything was squeaky clean and solid.

At the end of the corridor Kole would suddenly hear the loud bark of a revolver going off.

Two times.

Then a body fell down, arm and part of the head just visible around the corner. A ghost stepped out, wearing the face of a brother as he looked down and let the revolver roar one more time to double-tap the ORC trooper. Morgan looked up, glancing about and noticing something peculiar. No, not peculiar, that wasn't strong enough of a word to describe the rush of feelings storming through his veins as Kole came into view with his mask ripped-off.

"The fe-" Before Vance could take a step towards them something in his earpiece made him scowl, glance away towards the T-junction and sigh. "Fine, I am heading up there."

Personal calls aside, there was trouble brewing deeper in the facility.

One more glance towards Kole-- their eyes meeting for just a second, before the Sith agent disappeared in the dark fog.

[member="Kole Harper"]​

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Allies: Water, TSE, usually dearest [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"].
Enemies: [member="Gib"] & [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Objective: Welcome their guests.

Jain didn't correct Sebastian.

Behind the mask the smile grew wider at the obvious confusion and perhaps even the taste of anxiety. It always amused the smol doctor how they seemed unnerved by their presence, especially if Vain was with them, which Vee often was, of course. "Mmm, freelance work? That sounds exciting. What kind of work is your brilliant, big brain contemplating these days then?" Another polite question asked innocently with some weight of probing behind it. This was always how it went though. Jain was kind and even nice, but neither of those automatically meant that they were good.

In fact, Jain was maybe even stricter than Vain was when it came to proper procedure.

"I am afraid the Doctor-" Even then they didn't clarify which doctor was which. "-is quite correct. If you don't know what experiment is going on here, you probably shouldn't be here, dear Bas..."

The smol doctor stepped up closer.

Tip of the mask almost brushing Sebastian's body or at the very least the fabric of his attire. Jain looked up now, the dark orbs that shadowed their real eyes looking like holes without any depth to them. Just yawning caverns that seemed less nice than they had been just a moment ago. Head tilted, almost mechanically, quizzically and pondersome.

"I almost think you are here to hurt my feelings, Sebastian. Are you... misbehaving?"

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Alexa was just getting to the good part of the fried chicken (the marrow of the bone) when Joyce suddenly got a mouth full of glitter.

Practiced ease allowed Typhe to avoid the same fate. The horror of wasted food was not lost to her, however. She bristled when instead of a mouth full of it, some of the glitter pounded into her face and blinded her for a moment. Sputtering her face warped in anger.... literally with her pretty face warping into a mess of sharpened teeth, eyes disappeared back into the skin and only showing that hungry maw.

She rose up, the face moving back into existence as the anger simmered on a low-pitch, following quietly next to Joyce with only a step behind her.

"You ruined my food." Alexa declared easily as her hands shifted from beautiful graceful limbs into sharpened edges, claws, blades. "Your skin will be ripped off for that, I hope you kept it hydrated." Typhe really disliked eating dried skin. It was ew. The second glitter bomb was caught by a fleshy tendril (had it been metal the sudden touch might have caused it to explode, but the squishy flesh caused it to bounce right back towards the Zeltron).

"Don't char her too much. I haven't tried Zeltron skin yet..." Tongue flicked out, licking thin lips as the teeth grew larger and sharper.

Mmm, it would be delicious, Alexa knew that for sure.

After all, Joza looked very tasty. Pretty skin, nice eyes, hips to die for- though she supposed it would be Joza doing the dying.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

BUSINESS COMPLEX
EXITING DOJO

Life wasn't a movie and Jorus wasn't much of a Master. Within about a minute, courtesy of a light pair of shockboxing gloves, he'd made a fighting retreat and left a few worthy folks on the ground. The remaining trainees made the sensible move of securing the dojo and barricading the door. Maybe some of them were low-level Sith; others might just be private citizens, clients, maybe high rollers interested in an authentic experience. This certainly wasn't a full-bore Sith academy.

He stripped off one bloody metal glove and adjusted his obviously fake Zeradias Mant mask again. Darn thing was always too snug around the temples. He should have gone with the Carnifex thing like Joza.

Various kinds of chaos displayed themselves all up and down the promenade. The glove slid back on and cinched around his wrist. Time to keep up the pace, keep things fluid. Without compunction, he broke a display window and began electrocuting pricey electronics one punch at a time.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

SHUSUGAUNT

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BUSINESS COMPLEX

Harper stood over the Duros as it clutched onto the ground ahead of it, one hand after another- sliding across the glass, leaving a mess of itself. Kole just watched. His hands remained by his side, balled up into fists. Murder plagued his mind, that and uncertainty. In a moment of silence and isolation it was only his thoughts he was left with, or trapped with. Not even he knew where they would lead him. However, it was inevitable that he was going to finish him off. Kole's rage hadn't ended just yet. Red stained glass was crushed beneath his boot with each, slow, step the man made in the direction of his current victim. Seemingly preparing to stand by his side, and finally doing so as a final stare with those hatful eyes was offered at the bulbous, blue head of the Duros.

Then gunshots sounded at the end of the hall, forcing Kole out of his violent day-dream. His head shifted upwards, left leg moving forwards, the right one back. His hand reaching for the blaster on his hip, but only resting there, the initial tense grip falling into a loose rest. That face. That face was his. Why was another man wearing his face? Time had simply stopped, or so it seemed. The brief glance two identical men shared felt like an eternity. Trapping Harper in this moment of raw confusion. Then it vanished into the smoke, gone forever. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't in the heat of the moment. Instead, a breath-y, "Wha..." Escaped his lungs, but was ultimately inaudible, even to himself.

The HRD, by which the one that was unaware of that very important fact, felt inclined to step forwards and pursue... himself? Initially, his steps were slow, cautious, hand still on his own blaster. As closed the gap, however, his pace quickened the pistol in his grip emerged from it's holster and into Kole's tense grasp. A mix between a scowl and confusion expressed upon his artificial face, delving into the smoke as his eyes squinted, his head bowed, and his left hand waved it from his view. No matter how hard he tried, where he looked, this, that, or the other. There was no sign of him.

Kole briefly stared down at the corpse of the ORC Trooper that had been killed by the original, a single question consuming his mind.

Where did I go?

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[Joycelyn Zambrano]

ORC: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Davin Skirata"]
TSE: [member="Alexa Typhe"] [member="Xevek Rakama"]​

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Okay, so, there were a few more of them than she had expected. That was fine. Allies were coming to her aid as well. She knew Alexa would be right by her side, and the skull-masked individual who had joined them was likely not one of the robbers, judging by his choice of words and attire; he was simply not dressed ridiculous enough to be one of these disturbed individuals. So, it would be a brawl then.

Joycelyn was very okay with a brawl right now.

Many things seemed to happen in quick succession, pressing Joycelyn's ability to observe and react to the very limit of its capacity.

Her Zaudraka was checked by an unstable lightsabre blade, forcing her to maintain a certain pressure against it and prevent it from gaining an advantageous position.

Joycelyn could vaguely sense the glitterbomb as it was thrown, but trusted Alexa to deal with it and cover her back. At this time, it was in their mutual benefit to cover each other's backs and fight together against greater numbers and potentially more advanced force-users than themselves. She really, really wished she was wearing the Imperators Raiment instead of the officer uniform. It awarded great mobility, certainly, but it did not absorb damage as well as she preferred.

However, there was one item of protection she carried on her person. One that would protect her life in this very moment; glass shattered above as wire roped and an audible "cluck cluck" reached her ears, followed by the "click click" of a familiar sort of firearm. She had to act fast.

Shifting her weight, Joycelyn let go of her sword with one hand and turned her hips while extending her right arm in an attempt at pulling the unstable lightsabre away from Alexa and herself. Meanwhile, her left hand went to a little contraption on her belt. As her thumb hit the red button, an opaque shield formed around Joycelyn, rippling fiercely with each explosive hit of the particle beam blaster. The shield would not hold indefinitely, but it would keep her safe in this barrage. With her movement, she aimed to provide Alexa with some cover as well by putting the bubble between her and the particle beams.

Surrounded by the thunderous blasts of discharged particle beams, Joycelyn felt the fire within. Fire licked around her lips and glowed in her eyes as she took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Business Complex

Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Alexa Typhe"] [member="Xevek Rakama"]

Enemies: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Joza Perl"]


''Bloody freaking perfect!''​ Was all Noatyr managed to yell, before he gave chase, rushing back out through the shop, his legs quickly following after the fleeing chicken man, although the fake wings wearing individual had gotten a jumpstart and was somehow using the fake wings like gliders, Noatyr could see his objective wasn't far at all.

It was just the lingerie shop. Not a place he would normally find himself, but where the fighting had broken out. Two Sith Knights and a skull masked man, had taken up arms against the one who had been within said lingerie shop, who had just finished chucking around what must have been the source of the original explosions: Glitter Bombs.

Although he knew he would look out of place in the middle of such a battle, especially since he knew which side he was on, he figured now was a better time then ever to show off what he could do.

He already knew what he wanted to do anyway.

​''I see I brought a blaster to a mostly dance of the blades! Good thing I can multi-task!''​ He grinned ferociously and proceeded to tap his BL-28's stock in, and in a flash draw his Vibrosword.

He dashed forwards, coming to a full stop next to his allies. He proceeded to return fire to the chicken winged man one handed, while his other hand readied itself for hand to hand combat.

This was going to be a lot of fun.

He could tell how they all saw him already, just some merc with a blaster, another expendable solider in the war. He begged to differ, he got paid for his work, and he got a lot more enjoyment out of these kinds of situations.

​His grip on the weapons tightened.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: Sea Labs
Objective: Gather Intel
Allies: [member="Gib"]
Enemies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"], [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"]

When Jain asked Sebastian about his work, he delivered a coy smile to the doctor and ran a hand nervously through his hair, making the strands appear even more disheveled. Not sure where to begin, he repressed the thoughts of the transmissions he had decoded for the rebels, as well as slicing for the Coalition. The pressure amounted as the doctor placed him on the spot and he looked around for Gib, who might offer a possible distraction.

"Well right now I'm very interested in designing equipment for space stations." He tried to maintain his nonchalant demeanor. While the small-talk did not feel like lying, using his friendly manner to his advantage just rubbed Sebastian the wrong way.

Subterfuge had never been Sebastian's strong suit, lying even less so. Things were only about to get worse when Vain snapped back in response to his question surrounding the experiment. Did they just call me a waste of oxygen? Sebastian thought as his hands began to shake. Sweat gathered on the back of his neck and his heart rate accelerated to a rapid pace. He held his breath for as long as he could, then released.

Uh-oh. This was not looking good.

Jain started to probe him with words, having suspected him of trespassing and breaching the security system. Sebastian repeated the process of holding his breath and exhaling, gripping onto the clipboard for dear life and feeling his lips turn dry. Where is Gib when I need him? He tried to think of every lie possible, failing to find any answer which made sense. Always excelling with numbers and failing where words where involved. Lying and smooth-talk were best left to the smugglers and gunslingers, both roles completely unsuited to the mathematician.

"Not at all doctor, I'm just here to analyze research statistics." The words were not untrue. That was his assigned task, with the exception of collecting said data for the Coalition. "Oh! that's my cue!" Beep! The computer terminal rang from the other side of the room, waiting for Sebastian to take his station. He released his breath and excused himself from the company of Jain and Vain, feeling the beady eyes of each scientist watch his back as he turned to walk away.

"Gib, what are you doing?!" Sprinting over to the wall, Sebastian found Gib rummaging through equipment. "I was almost done for!" He grabbed the collar of his overalls and snapped at him, the frustration clear in his voice. "Try to gather as many samples as you can, I'll be at the terminal." He uttered in a low whisper. With the two doctors watching from the other side of the room, Sebastian departed from the wall and took his seat at the computer.

Windows displaying graphs slid across one screen, while blue code rolled down the other. Placing his clipboard aside, Sebastian cracked his fingers and prepared to work. He inserted a chip into the terminal and tapped away, sifting through the project statistics for any valuable information. The data filtered into the chip as he typed, ripping the graphs from the terminal and collecting them for the Coalition.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

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TSE Nearby: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] |[member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] | [member="Alexa Typhe"]
ORC Nearby: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

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"Slua."

Hissing out in Ul'Zabrak towards the now airborn individual as an entire clip was emptied towards him, Joycelyn and who appeared to be Joycelyn's companion, though he knew not her name and so far could only conclude that she had an odd appetite for flesh - not that he was going to judge. Amber eye flickering between hazy and sharp as what would look to be a thin film of mist would sometimes cross over his pupil, Xevek's gaze shifted around in the brief moment before the onslaught would reach him, absentmindedly taking note of his fellow Sith's actions as he did so. However, in wishing to conserve his strength in the Force and not truly knowing if throwing a physical barrier in front of him would serve in halting the blaster fire from reaching him, the Iridonina was forced to reveal one of the few items in his arsenal.

Robes catching on his cybernetic arm as he brought it forth, there would be a brief moment where Xevek's choice to go without armour would be revealed as the simple, loose necked tunic he wore could be briefly glimpsed before the cloak he wore settled around him once more. A quiet hum filled the air around the Acolyte as a field of energy similar to what surrounded Joycelyn snapped into place in front of Xevek. Unlike her's, however, his was much smaller in size and originated from the forearm of his cybernetic arm, almost as if it were a shield strapped to him, though it too was rippling with each individual blast that struck it.

Snarling at every strike that impacted against the energy field, Xevek absentmindedly took in the sight of the guard he had recognised earlier rushing in as well as beginning to identify the swirl of scents that were slowly gathering in the store, looking to separate friend from foe. However, the majority of his focus was on feeling his connection to the Force twist and alter as he slowly settled into his Force Form. Force Mastery, while sounding overly impressive, would serve to only bolster his strength within the Force slightly and certainly not the point that he was guaranteed to go head-to-head with any of the gathered Force Users, Sith and Dissidents alike. No, in this case, it would give him a quick and short-term boost that would, hopefully, portray him as being stronger than he was. Deception and trickery would have to be the play here.

Breathing in deeply, Xevek's focus sharpened, locking onto the trio before him. Exhaling slowly as the storm of blaster fire came to an end and the individual who had fired at them landed awkwardly, still dressed up comically and poorly as Darth Saarai, Xevek felt his connection with the Force be strengthened slightly and started a timer in his head - he could not hold this Form forever, after all.

"I guess that offering a nice cup of tea would not be enough to settle this dispute? How bothersome." Despite the blaster fire, Xevek's voice still sounded jovial and warm from beneath his mask, not matching his sneer in the slightest.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

TSE Nearby: None (Yet)
ORC Nearby: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

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BUSINESS COMPLEX
ENTERING DOJO

Tyric had joined late, but the proper meditation and work required for his regimen couldn't be sacrificed. His skill was his strength, and his strength his skill. One relied on the other, and without each, both would cease to be. So, behind Jorus by a good amount of time came striding a man towering close to seven feet tall. Swathed in Matukao adept robes dyed in burnt umber and orange and yellow - colors of the sun - he walked up to the Navigator Supreme and nodded politely. He wore a mask of [member="Coci Heavenshield"], and seemed to have a determined air. He knocked, and the only answer was profanity from within, which caused a frown hidden by the mask, but the rumbling 'Hrm' was not disguised in it's distaste. Something was muttered about having a talk with those inside.

Focusing, his eyes closed, and his legs slid, left leg forward and straight, right leg back and parallel and bent. His right hand flipped from drawn in close to the body to palm raised at the door, and as the palm came forward his body seemed to shift, almost blurring the foot or so of space between him and the door, and his left foot came forward in a mighty glowing fist, slamming into the door with a concussive whoomph and a shockwave that echoed in sound and in the Force, the building seeming to vibrate just barely. Harmonic frequencies were a thing, and when applied right, one could bust a door off the hinges. This one seemed fine though, and Tyric reached his right hand up as he straightened, knocking again.

And the simple touch of the first knock saw the door collapse into rubble. With a nod to Jorus of a deeply respectful angle, he stepped over the stones, those inside screaming various war cries. As the businessmen on their lunches and street thugs charged, they seemed to exit the building rather quickly, all clutching and dragging a deadened limb. A few also left airborne, crashing into stalls. Whatever was going on in there, staccato bursts of the Force punctuated deep grunts and screams of the Dojo attendants.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Business Hub
Side: ORC
Objective: Flee
Broskis: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Davin Skirata"]
Not broskis: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Xevek Rakama"]

Right on cue, one chicken winged father descended from Force knows where and unleashed a hail of blaster fire upon the Sith who’d come to confront her. He had a habit of doing that, not that it was a bad thing. Reliable in an assault, at least. Or a panty raid.

The tall, angry woman unleashed a particle shield that held against the fire while her eerie friend used a…tentacle? to pass the grenade back to Joza. These Sith got stranger every time she encountered them.

At that point, a masked figure had moved in to intercept her. The armored Zeltron’s body language had shifted by this point from lax to wary, ready to dodge or engage if necessary. Instead of unleashing a crimson blade or a diatribe of dark side superiority, the shrouded figure asked her politely to stop. Before she had a chance to respond though, the glitter bomb that had been served back at her plinked off of her helmet and burst between them, coating both beings in annoyingly adhesive glitter.

“Sorry about that. You seem nice, for a Sith.” Her voice was laced with a genuine apologetic tone, though it could very well have been condescending. “You know what?” She glanced over to her father and the man engaging him. “Here’s something for your trouble.” Joza handed over a pair of women’s underwear from the pile she was holding, one that wasn’t covered in glitter too badly. It was red and lacy with little hearts all over it. “Give it to your girlfriend.”

With his own entanglement, Zef couldn’t hold off the tall woman forever. And she looked…pissed. “Probably time for us to head out!” She verbally nudged the old smuggler before turning back to the Sith. “Smell ya later.” A grappling hook from her belt deployed, attaching to the upper level and she began to ascend.