Return of the Jedi (SJO Dominion of Hast)

[Gir Quee]

Location: Ibtisam City, Hast
Objective: Diplomatic Gains
Allies: Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A

[7/25]

"I think we should vote in favor of creating a consul system," started Thretkin.

Gir pressed his lips together into a thin line. While he didn't disagree with that proposition either, he did not think that bringing that idea to play at the current time was wise. While their group had managed to grudgingly sway the current councilor's viewpoints for the moment, Gir did not think that their own positions were solidified enough where they should be pushing for that large of a change. Mothut seemed to recognize Gir's discomfort as her eyes swept across the room.

"Does anyone object to that change?" asked the mon calamari, "Miss Thretkin, tell us why?"

"A central figure will help break the voting deadlocks among the planetary council," said the woman, "and having an appointed arbiter that can act between our city states can help prevent disputes from escalating to the levels that we're currently seeing. If the arbiter is particularly good, he or she may even be able to resolve them quickly."

"Yes, this is true," admitted Casulon, "but who would we elect to fulfill that position?"

"I'm not sure if the exact person really matters," said the brunette, "just its existence would help."

Cressit relaxed his tightly clenched facial tendrils to let them flap against his face, "It does matter who is elected. Clearly we cannot have Gregio in that position, or anyone else who is unstable or controversial."

"There will be time, I imagine, to find or groom such a person for that position," mused Mothut, "Mister Quee, what are your thoughts on this?"

"As much as I favor home rule for the cities, sometimes there is need for a central authority that can quickly and decisively organise the cities into action," said Gir, "especially if we see a continuation of threats to Hast."

"Those are some of the reasons that your Directorate exists, are they not?" questioned Mothut.

"It is."

Gir opened his mouth but quickly shut it. And we would be better at that job if we didn't have to spend so much time here dealing with internal matters...Mothut's lips kept a sly grin on them, leading Gir to think that she was enjoying that revelation as a slight to the Directorate's ability, and Gir's by extension, to change and protect Hast. Gir only wished that she wasn't so competitive to realize that the Directorate wasn't interested in power for power's sake, but that part of their mission was to protect all of Hast.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK4t6mKxrTw

Sorel gritted her teeth as she barely managed to dodge another volley from the droid fighter on her tail. As she did so, her shields came back online. They were recharging. The power indicator was not as precise as Kaytoo, but she could tell they were at least at 50 percent strength.

She glanced at her tactical display. Her flight from the droidmfighter had taken her in the direction of the carrier. A plan popped into her head – unbidden. But as it did so, it made perfect sense. In fact, she remembered something similar from history lessons. So she banked sharply to the left.

“Arm torpedoes Kaytoo,” she said. “We’re taking on the carrier.”

The droid issued a panicked flurry of sounds.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to help me avoid their defensive fire. If we’re lucky, maybe a wayward shot from the carrier will soften up the droid fighters.”

Her torpedoes loaded. Sorel targeted the bump near the centre of the carrier’s bulk: its primary bridge. She obviously took its captain and gunners by surprise, because their defensive weapons didn’t start firing until a full three seconds after her torpedoes had launched.

“Help me get as close to the carrier as possible, Kaytoo,” she said, pulling the fighter sharply down toward the hull. She felt her astromech droid adjust the ship’s attitude, starting to pull out of the dive a second before she was planning to.

The torpedoes passed through the flak and with Kaytoo’s help, Sorel wove safely through the solid wall of plasma bolts that streaked up from the carrier. Once Sorel was underneath the carrier’s defensive barrage, she allowed herself to breathe again. Jedi or not, that was a close call and she’d not been sure she would pull it off. In front of her, the ship’s hull spread out. Its weapons tried to target her, but she flew too close for them to get a fix on her.

The torpedoes impacted on the carrier as she started firing wildly across its hull. “Load another couple, Kaytoo.”

Two droid fighters were still pursuing. Then just one as its pair was taken out by friendly fire.

Kaytoo continued to beep, but Sorel did her best to block his protestations out. Even with his assistance, she needed to concentrate on piloting. Flying this close to a capital ship, traveling at the speed she was going, was almost certain suicide even without a droid ship in pursuit.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Hast
Eventide

Village
Objective: Discover what has been terrorising the village.
[member="Nina Heavenshield"]

(2)

-----------------------------------------------

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDpnjE1LUvE

After gathering a few things to take with him before heading out into the night to investigate what plagued this village, Theo pushed back the door to his quarters and entered the cool night air. The village seemed to be still, as the night itself, the atmosphere hung heavy around the buildings and along the street thick with anticipation of things to come. Yet he did not pay these any attention the only thing on his mind was to discover the source of the disappearances. Once he made it to the edge of the village her turned into the forest, the shadows seemed to close in around him, oozed with the darkness clinging to the leaves and trees around him. Onward he walked, aware of everything around him through the force, his blue eyes darting into the shadows but nothing there he would find save for some night creatures curious to look upon the intruder.

Eventually, he hear the sound of running water, a small stream filled a pool within the more dense part of the forest. And as he enter the area, he looked upon a lovely sight, the water sparkling with the rays of the moon, a soft white light filtered through the canopy and fed the pool with a radiant glow. On the bank, wild roses grew .. red as blood. They compelled him to approach, their striking colour so vivid, and as he leaned down to take in their scent, the aroma filled his sense with a perfume never matched by any other flower. Yet there is something sad within the heart of the rose, the unfolded bud still curled tight and awaiting the touch of light to release it. The sun would come tomorrow, but this was not what the rose waited for.

The snap of a twig turned Theo's head to the right and his eyes tried to pierce the surrounding darkness to see what it was. He stood up stepping toward the noise only to startle the culprit which darted off into the night. Theo followed, giving chase but the more he ran after the shadow that darted between the trees, the never he would gain ground.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwoiy-Fwm0E

A gun emplacement seemed to materialize directly in her path, its barrels swinging to fire at her. Fortunately the Force warned her, as her instrumentation was most definitely hit and miss at the moment. Kaytoo’s priorities changed every few seconds and it was a testament to his abilities – and Sorel’s tinkering to his programming – that he was able to keep up. Sorel’s conscious mind had barely registered its presence, but she was firing on instinct. The emplacement burst into hundreds of metal shards that ricocheted off her shields.

She checked her readouts. The carrier’s shields at 44 percent. Her shields were at 34 percent and holding.

A droid on her tail fired, some of the bolts hitting her, others streaking off into space or impacting against the carrier’s own shields.

Kaytoo informed her that her torpedoes were ready for launch. The carrier’s shields were now at 43 percent and recharging. Her shields were down to 23 percent.

“Keep the torpedoes coming,” Sorel said as she performed evasive meaneouvres. She cycled her targeting computer. A communications array appeared as a possible target. Without hesitating, she launched the torpedoes.

Kaytoo bleeped his annoyance as the ship was enveloped in the resulting explosion. A section of the transceiver dish bounced off Sorel’s canopy. The groove it left in the transparasteel was as wide as her hand. Given the impact, the X-wing was difficult to keep under control. But once more her Jedi training came to the fore as she went with the momentum the impacts had determined. Better that than try to fight them. Kaytoo bleeped what sounded like an obscenity as Sorel came into contact with the carrier’s energy shield. The red flashing lights indicated her shields threatened to overload again.

Redirecting power was Kaytoo’s response. She would have to give him a respray as a reward after this. But the good news was short-lived as her cockpit filled with the acrid smell of melting wires as her targeting sensor blinked out. She knew Kaytoo would have it under control soon enough, so she said nothing.

 

[Willa Isard]

Objective: Secret Project
Secondary Objective: Project Oculus
Tertiary Objective: Protect Herald
Allies: [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Face"] [member="Brooklyn Justice"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
16/25

They were making better progress as Willa moved with them. Seeing the ship and the hanger's as it was deploying the parts needed. Above in orbit was the station itself that they could get friendly forces from . Flowers being deployed and constructed from it that would be scattered throughout and function for defending the system. She wanted to work on more of it when she stopped looking at everything that was happening to them. She was following with the other ranger's as they marched through the city itself working to track down and help [member="Joza Perl"] for her objective until she was moving off into the distance so they could see out across the area they were setting up the base for themselves. The massive cradle next to it when she saw overhead there were other ships like the harrison moving into position and launching alert fighters to go around to fly overhead.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Ibtisam City, Hast
Objective: Diplomatic Gains
Allies: Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A

[8/25]

"This hasn't been the meeting that I envisioned," said Mothut, glancing at the room's old fashioned wall clock, "but it has been productive nonetheless. We should take a break before the real conference begins."

Gir's eyes swept across the faces of those in the room, wondering just how much they would talk in the half hour before the conference. Gir doubted that any of their fractious political opposition would be able to formulate a coherent voting block and enact a plan of action to counter their maneuvers. But that wouldn't prevent them from stirring up trouble and making the alliance's goals unattainable. Cressit and his aides were among the first to rise. Curling his facial tendrils, the quarren silently regarded Gir before he abruptly stormed out of the room. Maybe I should assign someone to follow him to see what he does...The others quickly excused themselves, all except for Casulon. The man slowly paced over to the former Republic officer even as the councilor's aide shut the door to the room. Two of them and one of me. So is this the makings of a backdoor deal? Or hit attempt? He slid a hand into his jacket until his hand rested on the cold metal of his holdout blaster.

"They intend to make you the Consul, don't they?" said Casulon, coming to a slow halt in front of Gir.

Gir blinked, "What makes you think that?"

"You're the obvious choice," said the councilor, sitting on top of a nearby table, "most people think that you've been indifferent to the inter-city politics with your company working in multiple cities. You already wield some measure of power, and people think that you are most interested in focusing your power outwards, meaning that their own internal affairs won't be interfered with."

"They might not be right about it," said the blonde man, "as you should know from this meeting."

"But the common perception is there. And that image means more than the actual person behind it right now. And I can help ensure that people come around to voting not only for the consul set-up, but for you to become the consul."

"What do you want?"

"Forgiveness," said the other man, "maybe redemption. You already know the legendary ethos behind my fair city. The elaborate oath and rituals were surround our city's matters is not purely for show. At our heart, we still think of ourselves not merely as citizens of Ackbar City, but the successors of the New Republic and all that entailed. Too often we have moved to embody that Republic's worse vices and infighting rather than its greatest strength. Ackbar City should be at the center of drawing the other city states to the future we could have once obtained. One of unity and prosperity..."

Power then? Or rather, a new political order with some centrality around Ackbar City? Gir eyed the man carefully, looking for any signs of deceit or hidden agendas. Yet he didn't see any signs that the man wasn't being earnest. That perplexed him.

"I don't know what I can give you, or what you seek from me..."

"I'm not asking for anything yet," said the councilor, glancing at his wrist chrono, "I need to do some mingling before the meeting begins. But you will see, and hopefully you will understand."

 

[Sorel Crieff]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lywENW0ESUE

The carrier’s shields were at 21 percent and recharging. Hers were nine percent.

The end of the carrier’s hull was fast approaching as she now saw the blackness of space ahead. Several guns were already swinging into position to target her as she zoomed away from the capital ship’s surface.

Torpedoes ready, Kaytoo bleeped.

Her targeting scanner flickered, threatening to cut out along with life support and attitude control. She would trust Kaytoo’s ability to keep the fighter together.

So she focused on flying and plunged over the edge of the carrier, whipping her fighter to the right and skimming along its narrower side. To her surprise, the guns here were firing not in her direction – even the AI hadn’t predicted her move.

Sorel targeting one of the carrier’s shield generators and fired her torpedoes. They both found their mark.

The carrier’s shields were now at 12 percent and recharging. Hers were at 12 percent and holding.

Sorel fired torpedoes at will and spun away from the carrier as explosions started to spread across its hull. The carrier’s power plant overloaded, and the ship was consumed by the explosion. For an instant the carrier burned like a sun, and then as quickly the darkness consumed it.

And as it did so, all of the remaining droid ships were rendered inert. With no central command informing them what to do, they did nothing. They simply drifted in space.

“I think we need to collect one of those things. If we know how it works, we can jam its communication next time around. And we still need to find out how slavers got hold of such technology.” Her comms channel was open and she needed to work out who from her flight was still alive.

 

[Joza Perl]

Post #5
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Serana"]

“What?” Turning her head towards Serana, Joza’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t know what they want. We should go investigate that scream, though. It came from over there.” She pointed towards the cargo area, a look of concern etched into her face.

--

Farouk was busy dragging the pair of prisoners towards their inconspicuous looking transport, while Adnan seemed transfixed on something in the distance.

“A little help here?” The younger and smaller of the brothers grunted, struggling with the weight of the captive male. The woman was unconscious for now, having received a sharp blow to the back of her head after screaming. Farouk made a note to switch sedative supplies.

Adnan only growled, reaching for the handle of his light whip tucked into his belt. He stood with one foot towards the ship, looking as if he were in between charging headfirst into the approaching danger or abandoning it all and making a quick getaway. Right now, he was gauging the situation.

 

[Serana]

Objective: Investigate Abductions
Secondary Objective: Project Oculus
Post: 17/25
[member="Joza Perl"]

Looking at her master with a look on her face when she moved around with the scream before she gave a nod of her head. "Understood master." She stuck there with a look on her face while trotting to go and better find the source fo the screaming rounding the corner to see the people being taken when she knicked going into the air with the air but also a burst f force energy to lift her up. he ones she could see by the crate not a problem until she came down and her hoof smacked one of the men in the back of the head like a boss sending him to the ground. The large alicorn going up again before she touched down confident with her saber activating to block the path of the ones in front of her and her master was behind them.

 

[Akio Diachi]

Post: 13
Location: The Village
Objective: BYOO

"I suppose you are right," the Chiss murmured to himself with a nod, they reached the end of the street and he stopped, turning to Guidance, "I believe this farewell then."

"Why?" The old man quirked an eyebrow looking at the Blue Pilgrim, "Just because you have driven away the monster, why would it be goodbye?"

"I have completed my miss--"

"You think you're done?" he asked in disbelief, "Who told you the point of this was just to push the monster back, anyone could do that. That's not the point here. It never was. It runs so much deeper than that." He paused waiting for Akio to catch on, but the Chiss merely stood with an eyebrow quirked, waiting for the older man to finish explaining. "Any warrior could push back a monster. You are not a warrior. You are a monk. Your duties are so much more than that. With great power comes great responsibility."

Akio bowed his head, letting that sink in, "I suppose you are right. I have been wandering too long. Its time for me to start helping others."

"And now is the time," Guidance indicated, motioning to the crowd that was starting to form around the mother, Dianna, and the first responders with them.

Akio squared his shoulders. It was time to do something more with his life than just wander and learn. He strode closer, his steps firm and measured. He scaled one of the nearby speeders. The crowd was beginning to get frantic with the urge to learn what and why and if they were safe. That was it--safety. No one was ever really safe, locks on doors couldn't really keep anyone out but they made us feel so much safer. Doors and windows never kept things from happening, they just made you feel safer. It was time to help establish that sense of safety.

"People of the village," he proclaimed, his voice carrying to the end of the street, "Hear me."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

HAST
Post 6 of 20
Objective: Save the kitty. Save the day. Kiss the girl. (not necessarily in that order)
Gear: Ankarres Healer Robes | Riptide
#TeamAwesome: [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] (Wonder Woman) | [member="Izama"] (Shark Week) | [member="Nyt Rito"] (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Brah Team had narrowed down the possibilities.

Now they were standing vigil outside of a warehouse where the Trandoshan goon squad definitely wasn't part of the standard security package. A few exotic animals could be heard, restless behind cages. Which meant this was either the crappiest veterinarian office in the cosmos, or this was the place.

Dropping onto the roof, the Nautolan knight used the Force to throw open a skylight and then drop down onto a catwalk overlooking the complex inside.

There were animals in cages, all right. Lined up and waiting for transport to parts unknown. Meanwhile, a Sullustan mafioso was shaking down a Tydarian parts dealer for a new hyperdrive. A pair of Gamorreans were assisting in the negations. One holding the Tydarian, while the other softened him up.

Some security droids were mulling about, and a few other goons besides. Otherwise, the operation seemed stretched thin. No doubt due to the pirates that they'd taken out earlier. "Nyt, keep a look out," the knight remarked simply. "Izama, watch my back."

And with that, the Nautolan vaulted over the side of the cat walk.

As a large, Zak-sized shadow started to expand around the Sullustan, the gangster looked down, looked around, and finally looked up.

Right about the time that he did, a large Nautolan foot landed squarely in middle of his face. Vaulting and twisting in the air, the Nautolan lashed out with a mid-air windmill kick and knocked the one Gamorrean aside. As he landed, a straight arm jab combined with a Force Push to send the second Gamorrean flying back across the warehouse.

That set off the security droids.

As the blaster bolts started flying, the white blade of Riptide flashed into existence. A large smile spread across Zak's face.

And he'd been worried this outing was going to be boring...

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Ibtisam City, Hast
Objective: Diplomatic Gains
Allies: Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A

[9/25]

Gir watched Councilor Casulon and his aide depart from the room. As their backsides disappeared through the doorway, his hold on the hold-out blaster in his pocket slackened. He withdrew his sweaty hand, wiped it on his slacks, and walked out back into the ballroom. It seemed to be as raucous as it had been before with people mingling while talking politics or eating d'oeuvres. Yet a quick sweep of the room showed Gir that most of the most powerful people on Hast were not present. They've moved on to the conference itself. Gir quickly lost interest in the happenings of the room as he waded through the people and serving droids. He felt some delicately grasp his arm as he slipped past a gaggle of younger elites. He turned his head to see Thretkin step alongside him.

"I just talked to Councilor Rojas," said the woman, "his group is onboard."

"Casulon seems like me might be doing some maneuvering to voluntarily join our block."

She blinked, "What does he want?"

"Forgiveness, or he so says."

"What does he really want?"

"I don't know," said Gir, "and that troubles me, especially since he's come to the conclusion that we are making me the consul."

She remained silent for a moment as they squeezed past several businessmen.

"You would be a good choice," said the woman, "better than Jameson, at least. That's assuming you would accept the position. You have thought about it in past discussions, haven't you? Even if no-one has seriously asked you to step up to it."

"It's been such a faint possibility that I think that even seriously considering it would be a flight of fantasy."

She lightly laughed, "And some call you a man of vision."

A subdued smile creased his face, "But not you."

"And not you as well."

The two passed through a pair of doors and into the corridors of the conference center. People clustered around each other in cliques, talking in quiet tones about everything from politics to restaurants and sight-seeing attractions. While Gir found the bulk of such conversations that he managed to overhear uninteresting, there were a few that he would have liked to join. But now was not that time. The duo ascended up a turbolift to the uppermost floor of the building, where a pair of armed guards checked their identification documents. Satisfied, they swung open a pair of doors that admitted them into a dome-like room. Metal crisscrossed around them to hold in thick panes of ceraglass. Light from the world's sun filtered through the waters to dance around the ringed wooden table and the chairs and their occupants set around it. As Gir and Thretkin moved to their seats, other people began to filter in join those already at the table. He settled in his chair. Not late, and not early...how typical.

 

[Joza Perl]

Post #6
Objective: Fight baddies
Allies: [member="Serana"]

Neither men anticipated that they’d be up against a flying sentient horse, and Serana’s hoof to the head knocked Farouk out cold. The younger of the Saeed brothers suddenly stopped dragging the bound captives aboard, and fell to the ground with a solid thunk. Adnan wheeled around, seemingly taken aback by the telekinetic lightsaber wielding alicorn. He hadn’t faced an opponent like this before, but he knew a few underworld schmucks and politicians that would pay a pretty penny to acquire a rare specimen like her. A grin snaked its way onto his face as he activated his lightwhip.

“Well, look at what we’ve got here…far more than I’d expected. Come on out and give us a hand, boys!” From the open hatch of the ship, five Trandoshan men filed out, wielding an assortment of blaster rifles and pistols. They looked eager to shed blood, held back only by the man who signed their paycheck. “Look who joined us, boys. Make sure there’s no permanent damage.” Half turning back towards the direction he’d been facing before, a frown creased his face when the form of a pink woman became visible weaving through the space between the shipping containers. Her Force signature was stronger than that of his own, and Adnan silently cursed his poor luck. No matter. Even if they didn’t manage to defeat the Jedi, the slaver was clever.

“Another one? Looks like it’s my lucky day.” A depreciate chuckled rumbled in his chest, and Adnan struck out towards the Zeltron with his whip in a wide arc. Meanwhile, the Trandoshan’s moved in on Serana, aiming to surround her.

 

[Serana]

Objective: Fight baddies
Secondary Objective: Project Oculus
Post: 18/25
[member="Joza Perl"]

She was looking at the man as suddenly there were more of them, more people who could prove dangerous when she was prepared finding a good place to circle herself. The saber blade itself on her horn and spinning with a rotating sound whe n she could feel her master and moved quickly. Compared to most she was a masive horse... few species in the galaxy would stay standing in the way of a charging mountain of meat and lightsaber blades spinning but the trandoshan's likely could maybe before she saw them break to surround her instead of break to run. One of them catching and getting his rifle caught with the saber slicing into the rifles barrel and she kicked catching another in the shoulder when there was a loud cracking sound then a roar of pain. Serana prepared herself for the fight.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Ibtisam City, Hast
Objective: Diplomatic Gains
Allies: Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A

[10/25]

The last stragglers took their seat among the circular table. Councilors, CEOs, military officers both local and Directorate, and other community leaders sat down side by side. Rarely had Gir seen such people in the same occupations arrayed against each other in such disparate and tangled political alliances. An elderly man, whom Gir identified as Councilor Geham, shakily rose up from his seat and awkwardly cleared his throat. He slowly turned his head from side to side to look over the assembled members.

"Councilors, esteemed representatives of the public," started Geham, "it is time that we decided on the future of Hast. One could say that the Jedi have returned, yet we are not ready for them, and I dare say that most of us know that in our hearts. We do not have unity among us to join them wholeheartedly and without reservation. I have heard much murmuring among us about what system we should chose, who we should choose, and even if we should entertain the Jedi. If we look back on our past, that latter choice is no real choice at all, but a thumb at both our world's history, its condition, its future. We cannot call ourselves leaders if we cannot lead our people to their benefit. I am pleased to see that several of you have stepped up to the challenge, but I feel obligated to present first the proposal that I believe will lead our people's to prosperity. Councilor Casulon?"

Gir blinked as Councilor Casulon rose from his seat as Geham descended back into his seat. This is the mingling that Geham had? If he has Geham's block with us, we may actually have this. As small as their numbers are, they are actually quite influential with the other groups...but is Casualon really with us? The blonde man leaned forward after Casulon introduced himself to the group.

"...as the Councilor of Ackbar City, I have been privileged to have grown up immersed in the traditions of a people who have the embraced the highest ideals that I think we could strive for. But these are not the traditions of just the then New Republic, nor of our ancestors, but of a creed followed by billions of people through the ages: a creed forged in the fires of the original Republic, and championed by the Jedi. A way of peace, knowledge, serenity, and harmony. High lofty ideals that never were quite realized, but always strove for. And in grasping for those ideals, those have embraced that philosophy have made the lives for those around them better, regardless of their station. We have stations higher than most. With that, we have the opportunity to change not only our own lives, but those of our countrymen.

But this can only be achieved by abandoning the old order which has led to the depths of emotion and ignorance, to the undertows of passion and chaos.

I move to propose that we move to a federal council that will oversee the transition of our current political structure into a unity government. As part of this process, I would like to recommend that we appoint a consul to act as our executive officer as needed by our worlds in times of trouble. An impartial party who can make the tie-breaking vote when we as a council cannot decide among ourselves the proper course of action. I recommend Mister Gir Quee for this position. Councilor Rojas is now transmitting your datapads the specific details of this proposal."

Casulon sat back down as Geham rose.

"Thank you Councilor Casulon," said Geham, "We will take a vote on this matter in twenty minutes, which should give you all time to review the proposal's basic plans. If so voted upon as our base course of action, we will need to make further votes to hammer out the exact details..."

 

[Izama]

Location: FIre fight
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Nyt Rito"]
Post: 19/25

She was moving as something happened and there were people shooting at the three of them. Izama's grin becoming a look of determination while she went into cover taking out the training lightsaber that she would be able to use coming out as she moved around defending herself and her master. There was also the little brah when she moved forward and one of the beings who were shooting popped out seeing her up close. While she might not actually eat him the mouthful of sharp teeth she showed him to get him scared and to stop firing helped them in the long run. That was more important and implied danger from a creature who gave no threats when she knocked him on the side of the head so that she could have him unconscious and using some of the cuffs that they would be able to use. "This is rather interesting master."

 

[Nyt Rito]

Post 4 of 25
Objective: Being Awesome (With [member="Zak Dymo"])
Gear: Sick Dance Moves, Endless Charisma
#TeamAwesome: [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] (the gross one) | [member="Izama"] (the fishy one) | [member="Zak Dymo"] (the Brah one)

The youngling tumbled cautiously to the ground level. Stray shots caused damage to crates and the walls, leaving shards of duracrete and similar materials scattered about. The young Nautolan grinned as a thought tore through his mind.

Ladies and gentlemen, Nyt was going to do the thing.

Tendrils of the Force latched onto pieces of debris, as the youngling peered around a corner. A Rodian was taking aim at Zak, when the youngling went to get his attention.

"Psst...."

When the poacher turned, he caught a piece of duracrete straight in the face, disgusting blood splattering as he fell back unconscious and slightly concussed.

"Booped yer nose!!!!" he chirped, before darting of to find a new target.

A Trandoshan went down. "Booped yer nose!!!!"

A Gamorrean. "Booped yer nose!!!!"

"Booped yer..... uh oh...." a piece of duracrete stopped midair. "Big Brah! They got a Forcer!!!" the youngling squealed as he tore off, running like hell for the safety of his Master.

In the distance a snap-hiss could be heard....​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Obligatory Zak fencing music​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUnrWo6z9WY​

HAST
Post 7 of 20
Objective: Save the kitty. Save the day. Kiss the girl. (not necessarily in that order)
Gear: Ankarres Healer Robes | Riptide
#TeamAwesome: [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] (Wonder Woman) | [member="Izama"] (Shark Week) | [member="Nyt Rito"] (Codename: Kids Next Door)

They've got a... what?

Just as he was turning to see what Nyt had gotten into, the small Nautolan was running to position himself behind Zak. Glancing down at the boy, the knight was looking away as he passed the lightsaber off to his left hand. "I'm sorry to tell you this, brah, but I've no candy on me," Zak remarked, as though assuming the quest for such was what brought Nyt near him.

The roll of his wrist was so casual, it could have easily been missed. The curved lightsaber shifted by the slightest change in orientation, so that the white blade suddenly shot up to connect with a orange blade.

Bringing his free hand up, Zak placed in atop Nyt's head. The sounds of lightsaber's clashing echoed as the Nautolan knight continued to parry and riposte his attacker's onslaught without so much as looking up at him. "We'll have to stop at a candy store when we're done here."

With that, the Nautolan moved his hand from the top of the boy's head to his shoulder, gently guiding him out of the way.

Then, stepping in and around with a dancer's flourish, the Nautolan tossed the lightsaber up into the air with his left hand, to catch it with his right. Then, one step back and two steps forward, the Nautolan forced the lightsaber-wielder back with a quick series of one-handed strokes. As he did, he used his free hand to point to Nyt. "Everything begins with your stance..." the Nautolan noted, turning the attack into a lesson on proper lightsaber technique.

"Keep your stance wide," Zak noted, indicating the space between his feet even as he shuffled about. Then he flattened out his palm, parallel to the floor, and pushed downward. "Keep your body lower."

Another swift series of strikes, each articulated through the smallest of motions or neigh imperceptible variation in orientation, and Zak was forcing the lightsaber wielder back some more. "Then, as you're moving forward, balance is the key."

The Nautolan looked back over his shoulder. "Izama, you care to cut in for some practice?" the knight asked.

 

[Nyt Rito]

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Objective: Being Awesome (With [member="Zak Dymo"])
Gear: Sick Dance Moves, Endless Charisma
#TeamAwesome: [member="Sia Ike-Dymo"] (the gross one) | [member="Izama"] (the fishy one) | [member="Zak Dymo"] (the Brah one)

As he was gently pushed aside, the youngling temporarily forgot the danger of the present, because of both the calm, cool demeanor of Big Brah, and the promise of candy.

A momentary flinch at the clashing of blades, the youngling stared in awe at the ease in which Zak kept the foe at bay. He then began attempting to mimic the motions and posture of his Master.

It was far from perfect, but for a simple initiate, he didn't do a terrible imitation. He stumbled slightly at the shuffle-step forward, but showed all the signs of promise at being a potentially efficient duelist.

At the call to Izama, the youngling perked, eager to see the girl-brah in action.

"Oh yeah!!!"​

 

[Willa Isard]

Post: 20/25

Willa was looking at what they had been constructing on the ground, the massive projects and ships they had brought in to help defend the system was deploying its own flowers in orbit before arriving overhead for them. Her work with the other ranger's as they were all standing around provided the Ranger with the other bits of information that they needed for the tasks. "Send the reports in, we have a small foothold on Hast and will start sending in advanced teams to work with the locals and start securing the system and area around it. The others who have been working here we'll build up with so the directorate has its say in things but I want us to start putting stations and beacons out to primarily secure the planet itself." She got nods of approval as the ranger's using the oculus were standing there with the heralds providing protection for the children who had been allowed to come with them. Ones who wanted to become jedi or ranger's even."