Quiet Time

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Kinthar was safe. The vaccines had been delivered to the village shortly after the assault on the Imperial facility. With the help of the Jedi Padawan [member="Besk"], Cyril had secured a large number of the medications for the sick villagers. It would not have been possible without the help of [member="Urya Uvatera"] and [member="Charlene Adaska"] either. The two women had distracted the stromtrooper commander and her cronies, buying the Jedi time.

So, in the tiny basement below one of the local taverns that Cyril had secured as a hideout, a cake was delivered. It was a plain mix of batter and chocolate, but it tasted good all the same. He's made sure to secure enough for the members of his cell, as well as the nearest arrival, [member="Dish"], a Dreadguard who had been assigned to him as an enforcer.

Currently, Cyril awaited the others. He had called a meeting, both to introduce the newest addition, celebrate, and plan their next move. He sat back in his wooden rocking chair, clad in sweatpants and a simple sleeveless shirt. A man needed to relax now and then.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Besk"]

Adenine Temple was walking to the cantina. It was hot and muggy, and she'd found a note on her datapad from a 'Urya Uvatera' to meet her there straightaway. She followed the instructions, stepping down into the little hideaway. "Hello? Is there an Urya here? If this is an ambush for the stupid blonde, I'm armed!"

Instead, there was a man with a cake. She started, dumbfounded. Floating in her own mind, Urya keyed out another note to the datapad, "Give him the datapad."

Adenine stared at it for a moment, then offered Cyril the tablet. "I'm supposed to give this to you."

 

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The chip was still in then. Cyril offered a kindly smile, pushed up from his feet, and took the datapad. He gave it a short once over, and angled himself around the pseudo-medtech. "Gotta take out your chip." He grunted casually,


Without awaiting a reply, the errant Jedi Knight reached for the spot where he'd seen the chipper woman insert her personality chips. If there were any instructions on the datapad, he would follow them to the letter. If not...well, ball parking things tended to work out.

Most of the time.

"Three, two, one, give me an Urya."

[member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska made her way down the back steps into the pub's basement. She didn't sense anything amiss, and yet, she still probed with her senses both exoteric and esoteric. Up the right sleeve was her lightsaber, a blaster pistol taking it's place on her right hip. Ceska's usual robes had been left behind in favor of plain clothes. It was best to not announce her allegiance and the robes were a dead giveaway to anyone who knew anything at all about Jedi.

The barkeep had responded to her code phrase with a simple nod and cast his eyes towards the basement door. Walking into the basement, her eyes moved from a woman with cybernetic implants and a man dressed down. Ceska was calm on the surface, but underneath her body was tensed in case of betrayal.

"Is this where the chocolate cake is; I am told it makes the medicine taste better."

This was what she'd been told to say once she had used the code phrase asking about the Kinthar Chess Club upstairs.



[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Besk"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Take out my what? Hey! Getting handsy are we!?"

The datapad gave simple instructions in graphic form. A cartoon Cyril moved up to cartoon Urya, and pressed the little circular indent on the side of her forehead plate. When he followed the instructions, there was a small 'pop' from inside her head. Adenine blinked once, twice and her eyes shut for a second. There was a second of whirring computer machinery, and Urya blinked away. She hit another button on her forehead, and a chip clicked free.

"Thank you! Look at that. We are alive! We lived!" She looked to the new woman. "We made friends! This was a good day."

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]

 

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"You did well." He clapped Urya on the shoulder, and offered a warm smile. That was when he felt it. That subtle shift in the force.

The Padawan was here.

"Hey kid." He offered in greeting, stepping around Urya to give Ceska a slight nod of the head. "it helps, but you can't ever really get over the bitterness." He replied smoothly, looking the girl over.

Young, fit, and she knew how to dress. She might survive out here in Sith space after all. "My name is Cyril Grayson. I'm running this outfit. This is Urya, the rest should be coming..." He checked his chrono. "Twn minutes ago."

The errant Jedi Master shrugged. "Rooms are down the hall. Cake is free, just don't eat all of it. Welcome to Kinthar."

[member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska watched the chip being removed from [member="Urya Uvatera"]'s head. Not just implants, she noted, but rather a cyborg then. She remained silent as [member="Cyril Grayson"] inserted the chip into his datapad. Some kind of information came up, but Ceska couldn't see.

The man had a familiar presence though they'd never met before. It was the Force which she felt now that they were much closer. He'd hidden himself in the Force to some extent, it would seem. She nodded in acknowledgment of their names.

"Ceska Starshield," came her simple reply.

She glanced at the cake but instead elected to lean with her back against the wall and arms crossed, facing the stairs. Training had taught her to remain calm but ever vigilant. Starshield did allow herself to relax, but was ready to draw the blaster in an eye blink.

Like most Jedi, she strongly preferred her lightsaber but igniting it would scream 'I'm a Jedi'. That was an incredibly bad idea on Bamorra, deep within Sith space. Better to use a firearm like everyone else; it also made for an effective deterrent, she would admit. There was also the stun setting, which she had it set to. Better to avoid killing when possible.

 

[Besk]

Besk took a deep breath and for the first time in days he didn't wince in pain as he did. His broken rib was beginning to heal properly and in a few days he would hardly be able to tell which one had broken. e wandered into the cantina and walked towards the back like he owned the place. He had been given very specific directions on where to go and how to get there and he was following them perfectly. The small basement was well hidden and it was already half full of people, [member="Cyril Grayson"], he knew, that was the crazy jedi that he had tried to 'rescue', he stopped re.e.bering how that had gone, the other two, women the both of them, he didn't know. He remembered seeing [member="Urya Uvatera"] at the garrison as well, one of the spies that the jedi had used.

The other woman was a mystery, he had never seen her before and wondered what her skills were. He wandered into the small room and nodded to everyone. " I see we're all still alive." he said sarcastically as he moved to the back of the room. His lightsaber was well hidden in a hidden pocket in his jacket, a sturdy blaster pistol ride low on his thigh he walked.

He still wasn't sure that being here was the right decision, but he was here none the less. He had damned himself to this cause as soon as he had gotten involved and there was nothing left for him to do but to walk the path that he had chosen., even if he wasn't sure he would survive to see the end.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Ceska Starshield"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] |

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Of course I did! Did you have any doubts?" Urya laughed, wandering over to a wash basin once she was free of [member="Cyril Grayson"]. Scrubbing at her face exposed that Urya had been wearing a concealing makeup; an intricate web of scars, and garish orange tattoos that scrawled across her skin blossomed from under the brown goo. She dropped her dark hair from the severe bun, instead yanking some of it back in a spiky sort of half-twist, leaving her bangs free on her forehead. "Cyril! Cyril. Where are my clothes? Did you bring my pack? This medical uniform is itchy."

The hunt for her pack in the small room brought her face to face with [member="Ceska Starshield"] . She stopped, staring at her for a long moment. "Look at you," She marveled, " You're human! And in the best kind of way. Look at you, even if you were in a human room packed with humans doing human things you'd still stand out amongst the humanly human human things with th---" There was a sharp 'pik!' sound inside her head. " ... Hello Ceska. Excuse me. I have to go look at this fellow over here. Don't forget the cake!"

She wheeled around on a heel, setting her sharp green eyes on [member="Besk"], and homing in on her target. Run Besk. Run while you still can.

 

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"We're immortal kid. Undying." Cyril joked as he tossed [member="Besk"] a datapad. "Your connection to the force is established, but your form is sloppy. Look at the lightsaber sets for Soresu on there. Once you think you have a grasp of it, come see me."

Besk was not Cyril's Padawan, but the boy was sloppy. He had potential, and gods knew it would be wasted playing closer Jedi without any training. If the boy decided the Order was the path for him, and if he proved he was ready for real training, Cyril might take him on as his student.

Might.

"Glad to see you're walking at least. That was a nasty fall you took." He added quietly, nibbling on a piece of cake as he did so.

"The talkative lady is Urya. By the way." He said to both the Padawans. "Our technological brain and-no-I-don't-have-your-bag-and-I-never-doubted-you."

He shrugged.

"This is the safest place in town. It's where we plan, and eat cake on occasion." He shoved the cake forward on the table, toward Besk and Ceska. "It's good cake."

Then to Urya.

"If you need clothes you can use mine. Back room, and take a shower first. We'll go shopping for something that'll help you pass for the average citizen later."




[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

[member="Besk"] strode down the steps and Starshield felt him in the Force. His gait was a bit hesitant, and paired with his grumpy expression, he was probably recovering from injury. [member="Cyril Grayson"] spoke up and confirmed her suspicions of the other human's injuries. Besk's glance at her was all 'and you are?'. She gave him a curt nod in reply.

Ceska blinked at [member="Urya Uvatera"]'s unexpected outburst of happiness, standing up straight with a puzzled expression as he personality seemed to...change. Her hand went to her blaster and she took a step forward, detecting something from Urya, sending a quick and questioning look at Cyril.

 

[Dish]

He didn't talk, he only stood. Clad in jet black armor, with a skull faced helmet, Dish leaned against the wall of the safehouse. In his hand he grasped the large knife usually sheathed on his shoulder, twirling the blade in an attempt to not be social. He was here to kill Sith, not make friends.

As he looked about the room he found himself boggled by the idea of doing something like eating a karking cake when there were jobs to be done, traps to be set, and so on. Maybe it was a Jedi thing, he wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't care to ask. [member="Urya Uvatera"], whoever she was, seemed off. Pushing off the wall the unit's enforcer slid the curved blade into its sheath and unholstered the weapon from his side in a much less subtle indication of concern than [member="Ceska Starshield"]'s. Subtlety had never been his forte anyway.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] had surely screened them all thoroughly so the idea of either Urya or [member="Besk"] was a traitor. Perhaps there was history between the two? Questions whirled about in his head as he stood tall, his grip around the S6-A in his right hand tightening. This was making for a rather odd first day.

 

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Cyril held up a hand, and pushed up from his chair. He was forced to set his cake down with the other. Such a waste.

With a look that could scare off a Gundark, Cyril glared at the gathering. "You pull a rifle on one or the other, and I'll cut off your shooting hand." He stated firmly, expression softening as soon as the words escaped him.

"Dish, my friend, please don't shoot our tech lady." He asked quietly, falling back into his chair. "We recently delivered vaccines to the people of Kinthar. It was rough. The cake was to celebrate the fact that no one was critically injured."

He have a moment's pause. "Now if you would all relax, I'll explain our current situation, and what needs doing, alright?"









[member="Dish"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Besk"] [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya forgot Besk when she heard Cyril growl out a warning. She stopped, looking over the gathered company with a small, sad smile. "Why are we trying to kill each other? We aren't Empire," she pointed out in her pointed, Imperial accent, "And there is cake! Speaking of..."

Her disguise as medical officer comprised of the Greg medical tunic, black pants, black boots, and long, elbow-length black gloves. She yanked off the gloves, tossing them over her shoulder. 'Armed' with a fleshy forearm and one entirely cybernetic limb, Urya reached for a slice of cake.

"My cake and I are going to take a shower." She kicked off the boots, leaving a trail of clothing in her bionic-footed wake. Mercifully it was a small room, and the trail visible to those assembled ended after she tossed her second boot. A shower started running somewhere in the background, allowing the group to converse without her oddities interrupting conversation.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Besk"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska took her hand from her blaster and let herself relax at Grayson's irritated growl. She eyed Dish who'd drawn his blaster matter of factly. He looked ready to use it, with or without orders. He had the air of a professional and a dangerous one at that.

Apparently Urya was a humanitarian underneath it all. Good on her, Starshield thought, too many people could care less. Then she impromptly made her way off to the refresher, cake in hand. She blinked and shook her head slowly before she turned back to Cyril.

"So, what's next?"

[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Besk"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Dish]

Dish complied without a word, the weapon glided back into its holster and the man leaned back against the wall. He wasn't completely sure of what had just occurred, but it seemed likely that it wasn't an anomaly among the group which lead to him further questioning his decision to sign up. Then again, he'd never seen any in the cell fight or outside of the situation at hand. Both would change soon, he had a feeling.

Having peacefully returned to his relaxed position, the enforcer returned to his knife spinning, mindlessly maneuvering the blade out of memory. Unless addressed, the silent titan planned to continue what he was doing for quite some time, after all it was so much easier than making an attempt at being social with the rest of the cell. No the skull helmeted warrior planned on staying quiet unless told otherwise.

[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Besk"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

What a week! First she'd been kidnapped by a couple of ship thieves, then she'd been convinced to work for them! What was the Galaxy coming to? Still, even she had to admit it was kid of fun. Reluctantly and with a lot of cringing. After the mission, Charlene had once again retreated to the engine room of Binkie, and there she'd remained, even setting up a hammac to sleep in. She had nothing but this ship now. It was starting to become more home than anything.

wiping off engine grease, Charlene made her way to where Cyril had told her to meet them.

 

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On to business then.

Cyril ran through their options in his mind multiple times. The Imperial presence on Balmorra needed to be weakened before they could commit to any kind of heavy assault. That would require a bit of tactical precision, and the errant Jedi Master knew exactly what to look for. The issue was that he would be splitting the group up if it was to be done correctly.

"Welcome to the party Charlene." He greeted, offering a two finger wave. "I was beginning to think you'd slept through it."

He cast his gaze around the room, and presented a Holocomm. It lit up with the touch of a button, showing three transparent blue circles.

"We have two key targets that need hitting. It'll have to be at the same time. One, an Imperial arms depot four klicks south. That's where they build the big guns." He motioned toward the left sphere, and it expanded. "Make a riot out of it."

The sphere then deflated, and disappeared. Another inflated in response.

"The other group will be accessing an Imperial transceiver. We'll be sending a message to rise up across Balmorra. It'll be more guarded than the depot, so I'll be going there."

He rested his hands on the table, and set the comm down. "Ceska, Besk, you'll be coming with me. They'll come after Jedi first. Urya, Charlene, and Dish will use that time to level the depot. We clear?"

He lofted a brow, looking over the little gathering.

[member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Dish"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

The refresher abruptly shut off, leaving half of a sodden cake slice sitting on the soap dispenser. In the back room, Urya padded about, finding some of Cyril's extra garments. She could hear what was going on in the front room.

" We'd better have a proper party after that, I hope you know! It takes a lot of effort, destroying things. One cake will simply not cut it. Do we get grenades, or are we trying to make it look like an accident?" She held up one of his shirts against her. Nope. Too long.

There was the sound of ripping cloth.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Besk"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska looked off towards the back rooms as she heard the cyborg woman speak out. She blinked before turning her attention to Cyril who was speaking again. Definitely something off about her, she thought. Her eyes focused on the holographic projections, scanning the buildings in question.

When he divvied up the group, Ceska looked up from the images at him.

"Come after the Jedi, you say. Are we making a show of our lightsabers, and will there be Sith?"

Her voice betrayed no emotion, and indeed she didn't feel any fear at the prospect of Sith lackies showing up. Rather, she had to fight down a sense of anticipation and excitement. Her desire to destroy the Sith was beyond the duty of any Jedi. It had a personal edge to it. Come to think of it, maybe there was a tinge of fear, but not of what most would expect. She licked her lips unconsciously, her eyes shining.

[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Dish"]
[member="Besk"]