Ryloth Rising [CIS]

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Kala'uun, Market District, 5th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business
[member="Helix Syndicate"]

"Let'sh shtart with the cantina. The shingersh are trained there."

Few things fetched higher prices on the market than skilled singers. Beauty withered, but a gifted voice could last a lifetime. They would find better places than this at some resort, living in the lap of luxury. Slaves yes, but such was their lot in life. Brutus could scarcely contemplate otherwise. To do so went against thousands of years of tradition, everything he'd been taught to believe, and what his father and brothers died to preserve.

The Klatooinian nodded in the direction of the turbolift shafts. They'd have to go up a level.

Shoving their way through the crowded market district might have been difficult, but they had Houks and the average citizens of Kala'uun did not. Those who did not get out of the way received a lesson in proportional mass. Consequently, they arrived at the lifts in short order. Small groups of Twi'leks stood around the lift area, waiting.

Brutus looked at the button. The light was already on, but he pushed it anyway, then waited. The lift chimed. The door slid open. Laghin stomped his way inside before a trio of Twi'leks got the chance. They watched Brutus, the other Houks, Aldabert, and the shocktroopers cram themselves into the lift. They elected to wait for the next one.

The door slid closed. Brutus pushed the button for level 6, then folded his hands in front of him and waited. Raghin shuffled uneasily. The lift groaned.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v9-Nw4nAZg​

 

[BX-25233]

BX-25233 was able to get to the bridge controls without much problems. Now here was where the big problem was. BX-25233 had to take out the two guards at the controls and then turn the bridge on but once he does that some slavers may head to the controls and try to deactivate the bridge again meaning BX-25233 will have to fight them off and hope he doesn't get shot down. Once he entered the control room he quickly dispatched the first slaver who went to ask him why he entered the room while the second one quickly radioed that the droid was in the room. BX-25233 had to take the slaver down quickly and turn on the bridge before the rest of the slavers get to the control room. The slaver grabbed a vibro knife and lunged clumsily at BX-25233 who was easily able to dodge the slaver and behead the slaver. BX-25233 quickly ran to the controls and activated the bridge.

"This is BX-25233 breaking radio silence. Main objective completed bridge is active. New main objective assigned. Protect controls until main forces are able to push into the city."

Alarms started going off as the slavers realised what was happening and hopefully they realised too late. BX-25233 took off the slaver uniform since it was now useless and covered in blood. Looking at the body of the first slaver he killed in the room he saw that the slaver was wearing a nice looking hat which BX-25233 decided he would take as a trophy if he is able to survive long enough and even if he doesn't atleast he will go down with style. BX-25233 quickly put on the hat and moved to the side of the entrance of the room with both vibroblades ready to slice anyone who enters.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Kala'uun, Entertainment District, 6th Level
Objective: Mind Your Own Business

Aldabert was among the last to get into the turbolift, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by an ornery Twi'lek. It was only natural, these people were looking to move and move quickly when a band of armed thugs and cutthroat mercenaries rudely requisitioned the elevator. The only difference was most of them had the good sense to just let it happen. This one did not. He looked like a thug himself, but since he wasn't a member of Gorba's outfit or the Helix Syndicate, he was the wrong type of thug. Aldabert would later guess he was chosen for confrontation because he did not appear armed, and was not as inherently intimidating as the rest of the bunch.

"Just who the hell do you people-"

It was a lightning fast motion, a quick chop to the neck had the Twi'lek doubled over, sputtering like a wet toaster while Aldabert resumed boarding the elevator. "Dummkopf," he muttered as the doors shut. This could presumably come back to haunt them, but they all had guns. It would be fine. The elevator seemed to be moving slightly slower than usual owing to all the weight, but this was fine. Aldabert had no problems with cramped spaces. "You know, ze Assak-Twai Discipline of Gand Findsmen are able to contort zemselves into much smaller spaces zan zis, and could eefin remain in such spaces for days on end vithout food or water." There was a large metal creak as the elevator continued its slow climb.

"Uff all ze Findsmen, ze Assak-Twai are ze most suited for elevator failures."

[member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Who was this man? He did not speak like a peacekeeper or rescuer. In fact, his gravely baritone gave her a vaguely nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, and quite honestly to make a gastro-hearty Twi’lek ill? That was quite a feat of intimidation.

Suddenly rescue seemed like a terrible idea indeed.

“Doth bolla kohvaga sacan!” Seela shouted.

She’d been told before that she was gifted in the Force, but it meant nothing to her when each day her survival was at stake. For the most part the prescient, strange and unsettling feelings she had… the handsome alien flat out ignored them.

Noticing the sight of the dagger, she scrambled backwards, her fear evident in her movement and expression. She blinked her browless eyes as the weapon hit the floor.

At his final statement to her, Seela realized what the shadowy figure wanted her to do. Not committing to anything yet, she placed the dagger in one of her ruddy hands, stroking the blade with the other index finger.

Everything was moving so fast now, too fast. She felt incapable of making a decision, but the sweet, nectar of freedom beckoned, so strongly that she could almost taste it upon her tongue. Seela rose, nodding and indicating she would follow the robed, masked individual.

*Be gone swamp demon!

[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Operation Heartbreak
Location: Lessu, Eastern Wall
Objective: Free Slaves en route
Secondary Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="BX-25233"] [member="Arlox"]
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others

As she descended to the streets below, Natasha couldn't help but wonder how difficult it would be to arm the slaves once they were released. Once the alarm went up, both groups would be rushing for weapons, and it could very well end up a massacre. But she didn't have a choice. they had done their done her job. Now, for the secondary piece. "There should be a weapons cache nearby." She told the soldier. "Two streets north, one west." He nodded, and moved off without her. He probably assumed she had another weapons cache in mind that she'd retrieve.

He was wrong in that regard.

Pulling a needler from her coat pocket, she dashed for the medical center nearest the slave pits when Comm silence broke. "This is BX-25233 breaking radio silence. Main objective completed bridge is active. New main objective assigned. Protect controls until main forces are able to push into the city." She smiled. Good. They would be looking the other way while the soldiers swept the area.

The medical bay had one guard, dressed in a white uniform devoid of the grime or markings of the slavers, which confirmed her suspicions. Quietly, she aimed the pistol at his neck, firing a single shot. The man swatted his neck, Eyes going wide before he slumped to the ground.

Slowly, she slipped through the door inside. Maybe they would be out to lunch...

 

[Arlox]

Arlox finally received the message, he was surprised he managed to distract the slavers around the front for so long, but it worked in his favor when he saw the plasma bridge open up, the slavers turned around, looking confused. Arlox yelled "Now!" and his squad of soldiers brought out blasters and managed to send a barrage of fire at the slavers, killing or injuring most of them to the ground. Arlox then activated his comms and said "Good work [member="BX-25233"] " he then changed the channel frequency and said "All ground units on standby, move to the plasma bridge! it's been activated." of course, the slavers would notice that the bridge is activated and a great number of them were already by the gates, plus a lot more coming from what Arlox would expect.

The ordered troops did come, a major number of droids with different models and numbers came along, as well as a good chunk of Arlox's wing of Apex. It was time to march across the plasma bridge. Arlox yelled to the confederacy troops "Alright! they'll be concentrating fire on whoever goes through the plasma bridge first, so I want those who are tanks to march first! B2's, commando droids with those personal shields, whatever! if you can take a hit, you're going first." and a number of droids and soldiers walked up in a line-to-line formation and started to march across the bridge, the droids marching started to receive fire from the slavers by the gate, they also started to return fire. The droids were at a disadvantage however as the slavers by the gate were already deep in cover, while the droids were wide open.

"Snipers! prone down and see if you scope and snipe any of them from this point." it would help to put less pressure of the droids that were marching upon the gates, now he had to wait and see an opening, to see if the slavers guarding by the gate would either tire down or start to get less on numbers, which is the prime moment for Arlox to charge the rest of the troops through the plasma bridge. He changed his comm frequency again during the wait and said "To all units who have infiltrated the city, see if you can take out their AA guns if they have any, we could use the air support." and he shutted off the comms, right now... It was simply wait and see.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] I [member="BX-25233"] I [member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Really?" Brutus asked, chomping on his lip in thought. "I think the Keepersh of the Fountain could give theesh findshmen a run for their aurodium. Shurviving in the Derelkoosh deshert. Weeksh without food. Daysh without water. Fashting beneath the beauty of the Fountain and in the shcorching heat. Shearching for wishdom in the refracting lightsh." He sounded wistful.

Raghin reached out a finger and repeatedly jabbed the button for their floor.

"Technology ish banned around the Fountain, sho they make do, you shee."

The door slid open.

"Karking finally," growled Laghin, shuffling out with the rest of the Houks.

Brutus frowned. "Forgive them. They have no reshpect for traditionsh."

Not entirely true, but since Houk colonists had recently burned down a dozen temples on Sriluur to Am-Shak, the Weequay god of thunder, and slaughtered hundreds of adherents... well, it certainly seemed that way.

"Ah, there'sh the cantina." Brutus pointed.

The stone building had a sign over it that read Zelada's Chom in Ryl, which roughly translated to the Traveler's Drum. Fitting, since the closer they drew to the cantina the louder the sound of a drum circle became.

[member="Helix Syndicate"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus helped the soldier get the weapons and drag them back to the slave pens, he broke open one of the pens using his mechanical arm to electrocute the lock and short circuit it, after opening the pen he started handing out weapons to the slaves, wel a few of the slaves opened the other pens, as they had armed the last of the slaves he climed onto a crate and spoke too the crowed in Ryl "The slavers thought they could make you into a commodity, they saw you as cattle to be used fore there profit, he show Thad bastards you are no commodity, show them this is your planet and they are not welcome here" a cheer went up from the crowed of freed slaves,
Marcus spoke agien "lets get too the bridge and kick to greedy bastards out of the city" he pulled out his blaster jumped of the crate and rushed into the direction of the bridge closely flowed by a small army of armed Twi'Leks.

They were about half way to the bridge when [member="BX-25233"] radio message came in marcus stopped and turned to the group of Twi'leks agien speaking to them in Ryl "We need volunteers to help hold the Bridge controls, if they fall back in the hand of the slavers, than the main CIS fore has no way of entering the city and we will be doomed" in quick order about 25 Twi'leks volunteer and he informed BX-25233 "BX2 i am sending reinforcements your way, about 25 armed Twi'leks should reach you in a few minutes" he turned back to the Twi'leks volunteers "whatever happens don't let those controls fall in to enemy hands, we are all counting in you" as the volunteers heated in the direction of the controls, Marcus led the rest of the Twi'leks again in the direction of the bridge.

As the neared to whit in a few blocks of the bridge he made radio contact whit [member="Arlox"] "We are heading toward the back line of the slaver force defending the bridge, if you can keep the pressure on them from the front we can crush them between are force and open a way fore your forces to enter the city"

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] I [member="BX-25233"] [member="Arlox"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

The Lethan slave hesitated for a moment before picking up the dagger. He was not amused with her choice of words, or her hesitation. "I am a Sith Lord." he spoke. "Even now I can sense your insecurities, your hesitation, your fear." Kentarch curled his hand into a fist. "Use that fear, let it give you focus, let it give you strength to break your chains."

Reaching into the force, he used his powers of mental manipulation to draw the attention of one of the guards. A slaver, one of Jarco's men assigned to guard duty believed he heard something from within Jarco's grand room. The Sith stepped back against the wall, and the suspicious guard entered the room with his blaster raised. Kentarch however was far to quick and caught the man off guard. Using the force, the blaster was stripped from his hands and sent skidding across the floor. His black gloved hand reached out and suddenly the man froze, the force engulfed the guard trapping the fool within an invisible force stasis.

"Now." Kentarch turned back to [member="Seela Tarkona"]. "Take that knife and slit this man's throat. Make the cut nice and deep and get the vein so he chokes on his own blood."
The guard struggled, his eyes bulged, his limbs trembled, he tried to speak only to choke and gag on his own tongue. Kentarch shook his head at the man. It was a better death than he deserved. Few got to be the first sacrifice an acolyte would make in their first steps to become Sith.

 

[Janeth Farr]

Janeth entered the temple where resistance seemed lightest. With the ensuing chaos she discovered it wasn't as hard as it looked. Although the Confederate forces overwhelmed the slaver's defenses in both measure and scope, they were entirely focused on dealing with the enemy that an insignificant smuggler was far beneath their notice.

The more important you were to someone, the bigger the target painted on your back. Janeth made it a personal habit to remain as unimportant as possible. Going so far as using numerous aliases when moving in and out of star systems. Once inside the temple she moved quickly to secure a position behind in the rafters.

She would choose to fight from above rather than below, avoiding main hallways a much as possible and instead deferred to routes within the maintenance shafts and air ducts. When she departed her ship, she did so moderately armed and only lightly armoured. A heavy blaster at hip with all the bells and whistles, and a long vibroknife tucked away in a boot sheathe.

Using preliminary observations and relying on public data of the location, Janeth constructed a plan to find her way to what is likely the most secure area in the building. This is where anything valuable would be kept, and if she could guess her target's motivations it would be the apprehension of said valuables.

She moved low along the top beam, masked by the building's natural architecture where it followed the edge of the hall below.

[member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Seela Tarkona"] | Anyone else inside the temple

 

[Armand Temi]

Seela wasn’t sure if this heavily shrouded figure before her, this Sith Lord, knew Huttese or just understood that her tone was derisive towards him. But either way, he scolded her for her natural fear.

She was aware that she had the the gift of the Force as one of her prior masters identified this within her, but the Lethan Twi’lek had never quite used it successfully. Not to mention, Seela had never hurt anyone being before, not even an animal as the slave was a staunch vegetarian.

But the way the Sith Lord so easily manipulated not only the guard, but his weapon… it did hold some promise for the future. If only she could get past the sheer intimidation of the man before her.

Rising up from her knees, Seela slowly walked over to the frozen guard and examined him for a moment, the dagger in her hand, attempting to work out the best way to stab him. It turns out all she had to do was think about this very same sentry of Jarco’s giving her a sharp and agonizing shock from a stun baton the day before for inadvertently talking during one of the slaver’s meeting with a wealthy patron.

She placed the dagger upon the crepey skin of his pale throat and with no pleasure whatsoever - only anger and the urge for retribution - she plunged it in and once it sliced through skin, it seemed far too easy to drag it across making a unexpectedly neat and tidy line, the flesh opening, blood leaking out, quicker and quicker as the guard’s adrenaline surged and his rapid breathing caused shock to settle in.

And then the choking began...

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Janeth Farr"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Kentarch smiled as the Lethan followed his orders, she had passed his first test. "I sense your hatred towards them, towards Jarco. You are nothing more to these men then another chattel slave. Well what if I told you I was going to set you free?" Kentarch said as he watched the guard bleed out onto the floor, choking on his blood. "By killing this man you have proven that you will follow my orders. But with your talents I can show you so much more than just random killings."

"Do you know that the Republic, the Jedi, and all the other governments of the galaxy have long permitted the trading of Twi'Leks as slaves? Despite all their talk of freedom and democracy it has always been nothing but a smoke screen for them to walk over individuals they consider lesser then themselves. The Sith have a saying: Through victory, my chains are broken. The force shall set me free." Kentarch lectured. "The force. I have this power as many Sith before me. You have this power too. Come with me and I will show you how to master the force so it will serve you."

He turned away from [member="Seela Tarkona"], expecting her to follow. The door to Jarco's chambers swung open and after a quick check no one was around. "Come." He said to Seela as he strode down the hall to the terrace where he originally infiltrated into the temple.

 

[Janeth Farr]

Janeth continued to sneak her way across the upper rafters of the building, but slunk low when the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. She kept herself as still as possible, and silent too. Her body tempered by rigorous training in her youth, the Farr clanswoman had a steady heartbeat and calm mind.

Her eyes searched the floor below. Watching what appeared to be a man and a Twi'lek stepping out from the end of the hallway. The large open space--as often designed in Sith and Jedi academies alike--gave ample room for the movement of individuals. Part of the wall blocked her view where it angled against the support pillar, cutting them off from her sight at a certain point for a few seconds worth of walking. Janeth adjusted herself to get a better look.

The woman's fingers danced along the grip of her blaster, her index finger flicked a small switch from lethal to stun. The weapon gave a soft whir as the stun bolt charged. Yet she did not draw her weapon, but kept the two in her sight.

[member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Ryloth Orbit, Coming out of hyperspace.​

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Edric was not happy about hearing Slavers had been able to chase off the defense fleet he had had in orbit.​

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Edric was also very unhappy that they had gotten straight to returning slavery to the planet that his predecessor had spent the time to free.​

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And then there was this CIS upstart group that Edric heard about, a group he assumed was the same that had long ago screwed with his predecessor's interests in the region.​

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In short, he was fully expecting to have to fight someone, and with that in mind he had come aboard his flagship with a rather sizable part of his fleet, looking over those waiting over the planet. Still expecting those that sat there to be the old CIS coming back to screw with his planets of influence and overthrow the government that was friends of Kesh, he opened the comms and spoke with very little patience in his voice, not expecting to hear [member="Darth Metus"] or anyone else that he knew like [member="Aedan Miles"].​

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"To all ships in orbit and the moronic Slavers who thought they would be cute and undo the work of Solan Charr, King of Kesh. This is Edric Vanyan, Heir to Kesh. Disband immediately or I will open fire." He waited, still expecting to hear unfamiliar voices.​

 

[Malok]

"Sir! We've got numerous ships dropping in!"

"Slaver Reinforcements?"

"Can't get a read on IFF...Hail incoming from the lead ship."

"Tell [member="Aedan Miles"] to hold his fire, we don't want to engage until we know intentions. Patch it through."

"Roger, Roger."

From upon the command throne of one of the Blockade's own Lucrehulks, Darth Metus hearkened to them missive. Inquisitively, the Sith raised an eyebrow...this was the heir of Solan Charr? Did he not know of the history he and the famed Admiral had?

"Heir of Kesh, my name is Darth Metus. Your predecessor knew me as Isley Verd. We were comrades for many years." he began. "We, the reconstituted Confederacy, are not here to undo the work of my dear friend. We are here to wipe clean the Slaver menace from this world and to free her people. If you are truly the heir of Solan Charr, then turn your cannons away from us. Lend us your strength in bringing freedom back to Ryloth."

[member="Edric Vanyan"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

[member="Edric Vanyan"]

Aedan's eyes narrowed and shortly after Metus had finished speaking his voice came over the comms as well clearly irritated at someone coming into his area of command he spoke rather pointedly. "Alright pup check the IFF codes on the ships in orbit and cross referance them with the ones that I have floating over Kesh I know you have access to them in your data banks on your ships. You will find that everything checks out as our leader said we are here to take out the slavers if you want to help go reinforce Quadrant 7 I don't have as many ships there also don't shoot to destroy who knows what slaves they may have on their ships. Disable them and mark them for boarding actions later as Pirate King and Admiral those are my orders. Also good to hear from you haven't heard who was in charge of Kesh lately been busy doing what I do best. Aedan Miles out." He cut communication with the Heir of Kesh's ships and grumbled darkly as he grabbed a new bottle of Whiskey opening it and taking a deep drink from it as he watched ships in Quadrant 4 intercept another series of ships that had attempted to run the blockade.

 

[Armand Temi]

Darth Kentarch spoke in oxymorons. First he wanted to set the Lethan slave free, and next threatened to give her orders. As a man’s life slipped through her ruddy blood-stained fingertips, she was now forced to examine whether she would truly be free under the guidance of this Sith Lord. Or if it was all a silver-tongued ruse to place her back in his own kind of chains.

While she had no lust for battle inside of her, Seela did feel a sense of satisfaction in murdering this human that had mistreated her along with many of Jarco’s underlings. Perhaps if she were further along in her Force journey, she could have detected the hunter, sneaking around the temple with laser sights aimed at her head.

She dropped the man as though he a sack of topatoes and followed Kentarch dutifully. For now, Seela was still in that slave mindset, and perhaps she’d never break free of those mental chains, but being able to kill one of her captors, did inject her with a small surge of promise.

The promise of power, which the Sith Lord also spoke of. The Force shall set me free, he had said.

She followed him, her feet padding on the stone floor, barely making a sound.

“What should I call you? Master? Lord? Or by your name?”

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Janeth Farr"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Lessu, more to the Front
@Open, drag me in for the real fun

It had been an ordeal, the last two years. Pain, had work, losing herself. Finally though, the spell upon her had been broken and Katrine Van-Derveld Hawk was free to be who she was always meant to be, to become who she was meant to be. Stranger things still, the young Lupine had yet to figure out who that would be.

Mother's communication device had been going off repeatedly lately, receiving a call out for members of the former CIS members to return to the fold. Katrine had early on recognized the voices on the waves as that of her Uncle Isley though each time she heard the voice, she couldn't quite tell what she felt a little off about it.

Her devices were always catching news though. There were names she was looking out for, places she worried for... After being out of the loop for so long, there was much she had missed... news broke finally, loud and clear stating the attack on Ryloth. News were mixed but Mother's communication was still calling out, repeating old messages. The Lupine glanced back at the device before setting in the coordinates she had known for so long before entering hyperspace. Pulling on her backpack, Katrine removed a small membrebilia Mother had given her years ago. It was old and worn out, decades after it had been given to her. Ring of Knighthood, a symbol of old Templars of CIS. Mother wore it back when Father was Viceroy of Ryloth even. Though long had passed his control since she had been taken to see the place, it drew fond memories for both of them. Enough for her to settle course.

Some hours later, the small ship announced itself with a quick ping, her fingers moving over the controls before pulling the lever to slow the engine out of hyperspace. Ahead came a full view of Ryloth. "Lots of boats already," Katrine spoke to herself before she grinned, noting a small space in between two larger ones. Typing in quickly, she adjusted speed and sped forward, turning her smaller ship slightly to the side as she passed through and entered the atmosphere shortly after, slowly down upon impact. "This is gonna be fun." Katrine decided with a nod of her head before completely slowing down and coming down into a halt, landing outside Lessu, one of the twin capitals.

Avarisa would probably say this is pointless, that this was not her war nor her people but granny dearest would be absolutely wrong in that assumption 'cos these folks were once governed by the same people that raised her, with beliefs that weren't half as bad, despite their Sith histories. For one, slavery was bad and slavers needed to be killed. And last Kat heard, slavery had gone cuckoo since CIS had left. And slavers would die. Putting on her jacket and checking her Dissuader KD-30 slugthrower, Kat picked up some extra slug magazines before adjusting it into her belt. Then she put the Tempar ring on her finger and turned it, activating its GPS system. "You'd probably want to be here for this, Mother," she quietly whispered to herself before locking the command with a coda and running out the starchaser.

The sight of Lessu during the attack was nothing Katrine had seen. It was all smoke and fire, loud and kind scary. It brought a smile to her face before breaking into a run, the Force giving her extra speed to get her there sooner. Without stopping, she jumped, giving herself an extra boost to make her way across the hole in between before running into the city. Last time Katrine was here, it was crowded with slow moving people, sellers. It was perky. Now it was all dead and fighting. She paused when she noticed an alien pulling a Twi'lek, the alien clearly injured as he hurried in his attempt to get out. "Kark no," the purple haired girl decided and pulled out her gun, firing him in the head. The alien feel and the Twi'lek screamed before realizing she had been freed and grabbed the aliens weapon. Katrine didn't stick around to chit chat, hurrying down one of the paths to the side to find some more like that to kill. Maybe next time, she would shoot not to kill so the slaver can down slowly from the acid. Maybe.

 

[Ak'lya]

Operation Heartbreak
Location: Lessu, Eastern Wall
Objective: Determine Corporate Connections
Allies: [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="BX-25233"] [member="Arlox"]
Enemies: Slaver's guild, Others

Two men were inside, one working desperately at the computer while the other threw parts of what looked like cybernetics into a crate. They were rushing, trying to get out before the main force arrived. She smiled, raised the needler, and squeezed off a pair of shots at each of them. The first one struck the man in his hand, the other whizzing past the man's neck. She really needed to work on her aim. Ah, well.

Time to go loud.

Drawing the slugthrower, she glared at the panicked scientist. "On the ground. Now." He complied, glancing at his unconscious colleague before dropping to the floor. "So, Soulife has a research station here? I'm assuming there's another one in Kala'uun?" He whimpered and nodded. So they were here off the books. She frowned, slowly approaching him, a pair of binders in her offhand. When she was close enough, the woman forced her knee into his back, pressing the barrel into the base of his skull. It took her a few moments to get him secured. With it done, she rushed to the computer.

They were erasing everything. She forced a stop before speaking. "How much can we recover?"

So we're taking them down?

"Of course we are. Answer the question." Her voice was curt, a hint of anger in her voice. "I've seen enough to know this can't stand."

Fine. Let's see what we got. Trained fingers flew over the keyboard, trying to save as much of the company's research data as she could. Most of it could fit on a pair of memory cores, but she'd need more. She'd need a testimony. Smiling, she turned to the scientist.

"I have a proposition for you."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Kentarch tapped his communicator on his wrist. "What is going on with this operation? I got a tail, likely a bounty hunter, and now reports of fleet actions are coming in." He expected a report from [member="Tmoxin Temi"] about the cleansing of the temple. "And I want the Red Bandit alive."

He noted [member="Janeth Farr"] but kept moving. His Lightsaber could snap to his hand in a second if need be. But his concern was the exfil of [member="Seela Tarkona"] at the moment, and if the armed individual did nothing, there was no reason to use force when Kentarch had other priorities. Pushing on he sent the coordinates to his Stealth Ship, a Phasm-Class Infiltrator, The Black Mercury to pick him up at the terrace.

"Keep moving, pick up the pace." He barked at the Lethan Twi'lek, Jarco and his men still held control of the temple and an encounter with them was likely as well.

Quickly they came to a large threshold that overlooked the vast jungle surrounding the temple, and led to the terrace that Kentarch had originally infiltrated the temple. "Our ride will be here in a moment" He said to the Twi'lek.