Dominion Sanctuary Flight | GA Dominion of Cerea

[Jaidan Shatani]

The decision to step away from the galaxy and out into the unknown for a time, perhaps even for quite some time had required no great deliberation from him. It was essentially what Jaidan Shatani had been doing for the bulk of his adult life. Admittedly, such forays had traditionally been not so much purely physical as...temporal. Delving into the long distant past had long been his passion. Hands digging in the dirt to aid his eager mind, ever receptive to echoes of the Force. And in retrospect, he'd been most fortunate to have had those long years relatively undisturbed by the chaos of the wider galaxy. But when Tython, so long the focus of his studies, had fallen to this latest empire and the effort to reclaim it had come to naught...well, it was unclear precisely what this voyage might have to offer the scholar in him, but solace was not a thing to be scoffed at when it could be found. And if he could be of some small aid to this endeavor, that might offer some small satisfaction.

Besides, if it was good enough for the Grandmaster, then he supposed it was good enough for him.

It was a lovely world, and he'd been availing himself of it liberally. The local and ancient laws of this place, aimed at keeping it so lovely, made extensive exploration something of a chore for most, but there were means of travel far more expedient than any land speeder. Cerea may not be awash in the raw living Force like his beloved Tython, but life thrived here, and it could show him much. The wildlife here experienced this paradise with eyes, ears and whatever else far more acute than most any humanoid, but in taking the time to reach out with his mind, these insights had in time become his as well. And after he had scouted the place at his leisure from the comfort of meditation, the time had come for his own two feet. The walk had done him good.

But he returned from it now, leaning against his carved walking stick more from habit than true need, and caught bits and pieces with a smile.

"What more scenic view would you prefer? I would happily conjure it. I'll even maintain the aesthetic until the landscapers have done their job, if you've no more pressing need."

Valery Noble Jonyna Si Michael Angellus Jalen Kai'el

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA: BATTLING THE UNDERWORLD

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

Drystan chuckled, shaking his head at Caelan's reaction to being called green. Judging by the look on his face, Drystan seemed blissfully unaware of Caelan's unique nature, dismissing the accelerated aging as an unusually aggressive, albeit late, growth spurt.

"Padawans," he muttered under his breath, smirking. "Grow a few inches, and suddenly they're too good for the 'rookie' banter." He punctuated the joke with a cigarette, taking a drag before pulling out his datapad.

Stepping closer, Drystan displayed a map of the immediate area, spanning several blocks. Blips marked the agents' movements, leaving faint colored trails as they traced their routes.

"These are the agents' last known locations and the routes they took," he explained, pressing a button. The blips vanished, replaced by ominous black dots. "Normally, this wouldn't raise too many alarms, but..."

He gestured toward the map, noting how the blips all disappeared within a specific zone. It was as if something was blacking them out as soon as they crossed a boundary within a certain area.

Drystan glanced at Caelan, offering him a nod. "Your call, kid. How do you want to handle this?"

Caelan Valoren

 

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker

"Dank farik!"

Okay, so this wasn't Captain Drake's proudest moment. Outbound Flight protocols that he'd helped write warned away from hives of scum and villainy like this. But the captain had a weakness for high stakes sabacc not to mention plenty of experience with the galactic underworld smuggling cargo across Sith and Imperial borders.

So when a rodian face planted onto their table sending credit dataries flying and spilling his flameout all over a winning hand Atlas lost his temper.

"Watch where you putz, you beady-eyed nerfherding chit!" ​

"You just cost me a fortune, clumsy sleemo!"

The hyperspace prospector staggered up to his feet and got in the hapless rodian's face as well. Their rowdy friend shoved Atlas back so, more than a little drunk, he took a wild swing. Both rodians ducked underneath the clumsy haymaker leaving a trained zeltron agent in the path of his misplaced aggression.

 

[Tigris]

​

Tigris' brow furrowed as the two younger padawan verbally, and physically, prodded and poked one another. It was obvious they were close, though she guessed they would both vehemently deny it. But their banter chafed at the tattooed woman. Just another reason she had wished to work alone. That request was denied. Tigirs wasn't sure if it was because she was technically a padawan, or a former darksider, that she was tied to a team. It was also an SIA mission, not a Jedi one, and they were calling the shots, ultimately.

Gratefully, Vera and Roman's tit for tat ended with the younger advancing on the two burly guards. Tigris glanced at the two SIA agents, then moved forward quietly a few steps. She cloaked herself in the Force, a Seyugi tactic, that camouflaged her from the guards. The agents would lose sight of her as well, though Roman, and the Jedi she was unaware of observing, might see her outline. Tigris wouldn't interfere, curious as to what the teen Noble would do. She was just there to back her up if needed.

Vera didn't need backup.

The girl wove symbols in the air with her delicate fingers, a moment later, the men were down. Tigris had not seen the Force used in such a way, and she was intrigued. Her admiration for the girl grew as well. Tigris dispelled the Force cloak and looked back to Roman and the agents, then crept up behind the young brunette with the scintillating eyes, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. "That trick I must learn." She cooed, flashing Vera a rare grin before moving over to crouch over the guards and ensure that they were truly out.

Confident that the thugs were incapacitated, she looked again to the agents and Roman, she gestured. "These should be moved out of sight. I'll linger out here, hidden to keep watch, until you are inside. If I see anything, I will...take care of it, or comm you. If you need me, do the same." She said, tapping to the commlink peice in her ear. "Sound like a plan?"

Vera Noble Roman Vossari Aadihr Lidos

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean watched Nos stir the pot with a reckless shove, his gray eyes narrowing as the tension in the room snapped taut like a wire about to break. Nos's plan made sense — a field interrogation was the quickest way to get actionable intel, but Dean couldn't shake the feeling that this place was one wrong move away from erupting into chaos.

When Nos called dibs on bad cop, Dean let out a faint chuckle. "Alright, you can be the bad cop. Just don't get yourself killed before we get what we need," he muttered under his breath, his posture relaxing just enough to blend in, though his sharp gaze never left the suspicious trio Nos had pointed out. He scanned their movements, looking for any signs of comm chatter or body language that would give away their involvement with the Zualjinn Syndicate.

The plan was solid — at least, until Atlas Drake entered the mix.

Dean's head snapped toward the sabacc table as the spacer's drink went flying, followed by his loud exclamation and a drunken stagger to his feet. Dean's eyes flicked to the Rodians, to Nos, and then to the enraged man swinging a clumsy haymaker. The swing was wild, uncoordinated, and headed straight for Nos.

"Ah, hell," Dean muttered, springing into action.

In a single, fluid motion, Dean closed the gap and barreled into Atlas before the punch could connect. The two went down in a tangle of limbs, the weight of Dean's body slamming the spacer into the sticky, grimy floor of the cantina with a resounding thud. Dean grabbed Atlas's wrist to stop any follow-up swings, his gray eyes locking onto the man's with a hard glare.

"You really don't want to do this, buddy," Dean growled, his voice low and even, though his grip didn't waver. "Walk it off, get another drink, and pretend this never happened."

Nos Voros Atlas Drake​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"More like grow a few years," he said as he looked over the map. "Only a few weeks for you, but it's been four years for me since last we spoke."

To him the area was seemingly empty of any sort of contacts. It was too large of an area to be a single structure, but small enough that it could be encompassed by something that blacked out communications. In all likelihood it was some area of processing or distribution that the local syndicate was using and the SIA operatives had figured that out and went in to deal with it, not knowing they'd lose all communication when they had. A lack of communications was a recipe for disaster.

"That area is probably being blacked out by a jammer. Bad for the operatives but it won't affect us."

He traced a finger down one of the routes and then pointed to where it ended.

"We'll follow this one and see what we find. I'm going to assume that route is watched, so I suggest we follow it from an elevated position."

Looking across the rooftops, he could see they had a pathway that followed it with minimal difficulty. For the two of them it should be easy enough to move across the roofs without being detected, as long as they didn't have anyone watching them. They probably would, but they could cross that badge when they determined it was the case.

He stepped to the edge, strengthened his leg muscles, and jumped across the gap between buildings, landing on the opposite roof with precision before he continued onward. Drystan told him to lead, so that's what he was going to do.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"You really don't want to do this, buddy," Dean growled, his voice low and even, though his grip didn't waver. "Walk it off, get another drink, and pretend this never happened."

Dean's interception of the spacer certainly drew the attention they needed - Nos scanned the myriad of shocked emotions, concern, frustration, anger, curiousity, but it was the mild irritation that he locked onto.

From the Bartender himself - speaking into a communicator mounted on the wall behind the bar.

The cantina is front for the operation - even better, they're about to unlock the front door for us.

The backup preparing for a drunken brawl won't be expecting two trained SIA officers when they come to intervene. Until then, he had to play the part.

Nos grinned despite himself. It would be nice to let loose a little.

"You just cost me a fortune, clumsy sleemo!"

"Boo-karkin-hoo, everyone knows Rodians are slow on the draw, just find another set of the gullible choobies."

That had the desired effect as the three peeved and sabacc players rushed Nos.
The Zeltron dipped his head just in time to dodge a thrown glass, turned around to one Rodian with a bottle and caught his arm mid-swing. With a planted foot and a twist the blue-green attacker was thrown over Nos's hip and atop the table - the final straw for the furniture as the surface cracked and the led caved in, giving way to the floor beneath.

By the time the Rodian had hit the floor Nos had tackled one of his mates into another table, getting every bystander he could involved in the chaos.

The three he identified earlier and pointed out to Dean were already approaching with shock batons. They acted like they were bouncers for this cantina, but their gait and killing intent of their emotions behind their 'bouncer' facade was enough to confirm the SIA Intel team was closer to the mark than they expected. These enforcers were certainly with the Zualjinn syndicate.

Nos abruptly weaved out of the brawl he had started, grabbed a glass, and threw it just past Dean to shatter against the face of an enforcer approaching the other agent.

With the moment he bought he spoke in a quieter tone, still almost a shout due to the commotion;
"D, scratch the plan, this is the place"
The spacer that had swung at Nos earlier was also close enough to hear, a risk Nos was willing to take considering the other two enforcers now rushed at the trio, now suspecting Atlas Drake to be part of whatever scheme Dean and Nos had planned.

"Play the part gentlemen, we'll have our exeunt momentarily"

Nos turned to face the 'bouncers' and angry patrons, keeping his weapons concealed.
After all, this was just the prelude - the moment the security door behind the bar opened the real operation would begin.

Dean Walker | Atlas Drake​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's fiery gaze lingered on the skeleton of the Citadel for a moment longer before turning back to Jonyna with a knowing smirk. "Alright, looks like you're in charge of this operation," she teased lightly, crossing her arms and giving her friend an exaggeratedly serious look. "Gardens, windows, retreats — it's all right up your alley, so let's see what you've got."

Her smirk softened into a grin as she gave Jonyna a light nudge. It was her way of encouraging her friend while also keeping the mood light, even as the weight of their responsibilities hung in the background.

Valery's attention then shifted toward the others. Jalen's thoughtful suggestion about mental health and Michael's enthusiasm for planting struck a chord with her. Both ideas carried a practicality that aligned perfectly with their goals for the Citadel.

As her gaze drifted across the bustling construction site, Valery caught sight of a familiar face. Taam Moghul . The Cathar Jedi who had recently returned. A warmth spread through her at the sight of him, and she raised a hand in greeting, her smile bright. While the others continued to exchange ideas, Valery decided to walk over.

She was curious what he had been up to lately.

Jonyna Si Michael Angellus Jalen Kai'el Jaidan Shatani Taam Moghul​

 

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker

"You really don't want to do this, buddy," Dean growled, his voice low and even, though his grip didn't waver. "Walk it off, get another drink, and pretend this never happened."

"Don't tell me the odds, kid."

Drunk enough on hull stripper Atlas did not hesitate to bite down hard on the hand grabbing his wrist. Numb teeth sunk into exposed flesh. Like a natural disaster individual fights broke out in ripples from the cantina brawl's epicenter. Reeling backward a bith tumbled over them and he managed to break free from the tangle of flailing limbs.

"On second thought," he said after taking one look at the imposing Zualjinn bouncers, "It was a lousy hand anyway."

Captain Drake leaped over the bar or tried to. Drinks tumbled everywhere and so did the captain when his legs failed to hurdle, and he landed on his face. This wasn't his first cantina brawl so Atlas looked around for some more liquid courage and grabbed an undamaged bottle of lothal spice brew. Now he needed an escape route.

Fumbling a data spike from his jacket, Drake missed a few times before plugging into a nearby security door's access port. He tried to listen for the right frequency, but Atlas couldn't even feel his tongue.

 

[Lyandra Thalorin]

While her experience with diplomatic relations towards a world like Cerea was limited, Lyandra felt compelled to go and speak with their leadership about joining the Alliance. There was a relative kinship she felt with their people, concerns over how they would be governed. It was all too familiar to her in the interactions between her state and the Kingdom of Devit on Lazerian. It had been an additional concern when the Alliance came to call and the world made the decision to join them. And by the world she meant her cousin, Caelan, who had decided it was in their best interest to do so.

Since Doxeti deferred to the larger state in galactic matters, they'd been forced to go along with it.

She was accompanied by a single guard, though she honestly didn't feel that was necessary. Cerea wasn't an overly dangerous world, aside from the new syndicate making moves. She had her holdout anyway. If it came down to it, she was certain that she could handle herself well enough. But, they had insisted she have at least one guard, just in case things got too volatile, or someone decided that a senator would be a good hostage to take in order to get something.

She entered the council building, a meeting already scheduled between herself and councilman Tovar Anar-Di. While she didn't feel that expansion into Cerea was necessarily the right thing for the Alliance, she did recognize that historically their people had made contributions to the Alliance's predecessors, and if they so desired, she should entertain their motions to join and assuage any doubts that they might have in regards to joining, or any fears associated with it.

"May I help you?" a female Cerean asked from her position at the assistants desk.

"Yes, I do hope so," Lyandra said. "I am Senator Lyandra Thalorin of Lazerian IV, a member of the Alliance assembly. I have a meeting with Councilman Anar-Di."

The woman took a moment to type in the information and check the schedule. "Yes, I have you here. He's running a few minutes late with a council meeting, so if you'll wait in the waiting area, I'm sure he'll be with you shortly."

"Thank you."

Lyandra turned, her guard in tow, and walked to the seating area where she sat down, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands on her knees as she looked about the space she was in. The guard remained standing, ever vigilant. In the meantime, she waited quietly, unsure how long it would take.

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ATTIRE: LINK | WEAPONS: BLASTER

TAGS: Open​

 

[Taam Moghul]

Even with the sound of the construction work behind him, Taam found the pastoral Cerea before him soothing. Small villages, copse of trees and a lively myriad of fauna played upon the more primal instincts of the cathar knight. In that moment, it seemed the price the Cerean's paid for shunning technology had a priceless reward. Aside from the Outsider Citadels.

From the location of the Alliance's citadel build, none of the Outsider Citadel's could be seen. Those massive structures were scars in the otherwise tranquil landscape, in the cathar's eyes. He hoped the efforts the Alliance and NJO were putting into their home on Cerea would allow it to become a part of the planet's beauty, not a distraction from it.

Turning back to the build sight, Taam again caught sight of Jonyna and Valery. The latter waved and turned from her companions to head in his direction. Taam, in turn, made his way across the site to meet her, heart warming as they drew near.

On New Cov, Taam had made himself vulnerable. Grandmaster Noble's wisdom and kind demeanor allowed him to express his guilt, over several matters in his recent past, including the death of his padawan and the unfortunate end to his relationship with Jonyna Si . Valery Noble walked him through his healing without judgement, even though he had also abandoned the order for a time as well. Her kindness and her own vulnerability allowed Taam to heal, stronger and no longer shackled by his shame and guilt. For that, the big cathar knight was eternally grateful, and would count Valery Noble as a friend.

"Grandmaster Noble. It's good to see you again." Taam greeted Valery with a bow of his head, though his full grin was much less formal. He stood tall over Valery, but did not loom. Given the nature of the work going on, and the cathar's preferences, Taam wore no shirt, only the open armored coat Jonyna had made for him. Loose pants tucked into his boots completed his garment. "I trust you are doing well?" Taam asked genuinely.

Valery Noble

 

[Amelia Hawthorne]

Objective: 2 - Provide Overwatch
Location: [Undisclosed]
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Amelia’s eyes flickered across the numerous screens before her, each one tuned into the various camera systems that were dotted around the Outsider Citadels. Not that it was a particularly difficult task, a novice hacker would’ve been able to do it with how lacking the Zualjinn Syndicate were towards cybersecurity.

The Director had briefed her on what to potentially expect and what to anticipate with the different teams on the ground.

And yet somehow, the group of Padawans were the more well behaved of the bunch. At least compared to the lot currently entangled in a cantina fight.

The Chiss agent refrained from rubbing her temple in annoyance. Instead, she quickly tuned into the comms of Dean Walker , Nos Voros and Atlas Drake .

“This is Overwatch. You’ve got at least half a dozen Zualjinn Enforcers heading your way. I’d advise either wrapping things up quickly, or start preparing for a firefight.”

At the very least however, it meant a window of opportunity was opening up for another one of the teams. Hawthorne’s gaze shifted over to the cloaked drone that was overlooking the area Drystan Creed and Caelan Valoren were presently positioned.

Knowing they were keeping things quiet, the Chiss opted to ping Drystan’s datapad, rather than his commlink. The message read:

Shadow Creed, this is Overwatch. A commotion elsewhere has put the Zualjinns on a minor alert. But they’ve also diverted some men near your position to deal with it.​

​

It was hard to say with absolute certainty if they had come from the area covered by the jammer, but from what Amelia could see on her end, they had come from the general direction. With that done the Chiss agent returned her attention to the group of Padawans that were seemingly being led by the redhead. So far it seemed everything was going smoothly for them, well aside from Vossari and Noble trading verbal barbs.

 

[Aris Noble]

"She's taunting."

It was absolutely the most Vera thing to be doing. Aris watched the trio of padawans beside Aadihr, his ears easily picking up their conversation. The conversations all around, really. They weren't technically supposed to be down here fighting against the criminals. Aris was already remembering back to when Vera and him had tried something similar themselves.

Except this time he wasn't with her.

"Roman is also taunting. The third I don't know is trying to keep on task. Should we go and help them?"

Aadihr Lidos | Roman Vossari | Vera Noble | Tigris

 

[Dean Walker]

​

Dean gritted his teeth as sharp pain flared through his hand, courtesy of the spacer biting down like some rabid loth-cat. "Ah, you fucker," he growled, yanking his hand back and shaking it out with a wince. The drunk spacer tumbled away, and Dean barely had a moment to process before the cantina descended into chaos. Tables were overturned, glasses shattered, and the commotion spread like wildfire.

Nos’s voice cut through the chaos, loud enough to catch Dean’s attention despite the noise.

Dean’s sharp gray eyes flicked to the bartender, catching the way he was whispering into a wall-mounted communicator. His jaw tightened, and he muttered a quiet curse under his breath. This wasn’t just a dive bar — it was a Syndicate front, and their little stunt had stirred up the hornet's nest.

Before he could respond to Nos, Amelia’s calm, professional voice came through his earpiece.

“This is Overwatch. You’ve got at least half a dozen Zualjinn Enforcers heading your way. I’d advise either wrapping things up quickly or start preparing for a firefight.”

Dean touched a hand to his comm, ducking a flying glass as he moved toward the edge of the chaos. "Acknowledged, Overwatch. We’ll keep the heat off the other teams, but if these enforcers start shooting, we’re gonna have a hell of a mess on our hands."

He turned his attention back to Nos, who was already weaving through the fight with the kind of agility Dean could only envy. Meanwhile, Atlas was making a spectacular mess of himself, first trying to vault over the bar and then fumbling with a data spike like it was a puzzle he’d never seen before.

"Drunk and clumsy," Dean muttered, shaking his head as he followed Nos’s lead.

Nos Voros Atlas Drake Amelia Hawthorne​

 

[Valery Noble]

​

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery smiled warmly as she approached Taam, her pace slowing slightly to match his as they met in the middle of the construction site. The cathar knight carried an air of strength and calm, and seeing him now — free from the weight she remembered him carrying before — warmed her heart.

"I'm doing very well, Taam," she replied, her voice carrying the kind of warmth that only came from genuine sincerity. "It's good to see you again, and I can tell you're doing well too. It suits you."

Her gaze briefly shifted past him to the rolling hills and untouched beauty of the landscape beyond the construction site. The contrast between the rising Citadel and the unspoiled surroundings was striking, but she hoped, like him, that the Alliance's efforts would respect the natural harmony of Cerea.

Her focus returned to him, curiosity flickering across her expression. "So, what drew you to visit Cerea?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Planning to help out or just checking in on a few Jedi?"

Taam Moghul​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Caninta
Objective: 2 - Underworld
Tags: Dean Walker Nos Voros Atlas Drake Amelia Hawthorne

All hell was breaking lose in the Cantina and Katarine had a pretty good bet that SIA was behind the chaos. She had been deep undercover for two months, working her way into the syndicate to help pave the way for an Alliance front on the planet. She had no idea when and how it was coming but the disturbance in the cantina was probably a good clue that it was go time.

The cantina doors opened and more Zualjinn Enforcers piled into the fray, smashing heads and tables in the progress. It was an all out bar fight. The Enforcers were doing their best to subdue the trouble makers (Atlas, Dean & Nos).

Katarine was hanging out behind the bar, dressed in a revealing outfit that made her look like an underworld groupie, which was in fact the part she was playing for the past two months. The man in charge of this cantina front was Xin Fors, one of the low level under bosses of the syndicate that she had managed to get close to. It was an opening for SIA... or would be if she could get them to stop beating the snot out of everybody without blowing her cover.

"Xin wants a word with those gentlemen in the back"

"Listen lady.. just because you are banging the boss doesn't mean I take orders from you!"

Katarine shrugged at the enforcer. "I'd be happy to tell him you said that."

The large bald headed human spit in her direction but he turned to his buddies and yelled "Get them to the backroom! Boss wants to see them!"


((was not sure how to jump in. Can edit if this messes anything up))

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"Acknowledged, Overwatch. We’ll keep the heat off the other teams, but if these enforcers start shooting, we’re gonna have a hell of a mess on our hands."

As long as we shoot first, Nos thought, we won't have a problem.

Nos nodded acknowledgement of Dean's response to overwatch right before he continued twisting the barstool, snapping the arm of the enforcer tangled in the furniture's legs. He felt a few more emotions approaching, and a rise of frustration from the Barmaid ( Katarine Ryiah ) who was pointedly looking in his direction.

Karking pheromones.

Nos had a grip on his pistol as the security doors began to open, a handful of enforcers ready to shoot when the bartender interrupted:

"Get them to the backroom! Boss wants to see them!"

Surprisingly, the cantina grew silent. There was an uneasy calm. Half the patrons suddenly decided there were better Cantinas to brawl in, and the other half were frozen in place with the enforcers aiming blasters at the crowd.

All eyes turned to Nos and Dean. Nos hesitated - he was fast, but not fast enough to quickdraw a half dozen shooters with weapons already trained on him.

Nos's eyes flicked to the bartender and the barmaid they were just arguing with. Was this a setup? She seemed to be in control of the situation based on the hesitation of the enforcers and the reluctant spite of the bartender.

"D, I think it's time for good cop. " Nos muttered. He slowly let go of the concealed holster, moving his hands slowly. The tension in the air was honey-thick, making every motion seem of utmost importance.

Nos was a coiled and compressed spring - one sudden move and he'd loose a stun grenade down and dive for cover.

Katarine Ryiah | Dean Walker | Atlas Drake​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Pranks...?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azzie crouched on the rooftop, watching the scene unfold below her with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She'd gotten Aadihr's last-minute invite and, after a moment of deliberation, decided to follow along. She wasn't exactly the type to miss out on a chance to stir up some trouble—or at least watch others try. She didn't know if it was the best idea to interrupt something potentially dangerous... but what's life without being on the edge sometimes.

Across the way, Aadihr and Aris were perched like nosy Loth-cats, whispering to each other. She couldn't quite hear their words, but she could read their body language from a mile away. Aadihr was relaxed—too relaxed—leaning back like he was watching a holo-drama. Aris, on the other hand, seemed more serious, his posture stiff, his gaze darting between the other Padawans and his master.

A mischievous grin crept across her face. Aadihr's stance gave him away. His head was tilted just slightly, his shoulders loose, and there was an almost imperceptible tilt to his chin. He was projecting his sight elsewhere—probably keeping tabs on the Padawans. That meant he wouldn't see her coming.

Finally! Oh, this is going to be good.

Azzie began her approach, slipping from her perch with the grace of a shadow. She moved along the rooftop's edge, keeping low to avoid drawing their attention. Every step was calculated, every shift of weight silent. The faint hum of conversation drifted to her ears as she closed the distance. Something about dodgeball and taunting? She couldn't help but smirk. Well, if they were going to pull something on others, then it was only fair that she took advantage of this sudden opportunity.

She reached the final stretch, now just a few steps away from Aadihr and Aris. Her muscles tensed, ready to pounce, when a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. What if he wasn't as distracted as she thought? What if he had some clever counter planned? The thought made her hesitate for a fraction of a second before she pushed it aside.

No, he's clueless. Just in case, she turned her attention to Aris, who she knew for a fact could hear her coming no matter how silent she could make herself. She pressed a finger to her lips, hoping that he'd get the message and not give away her position.

She took one last step forward, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself. Then, with the precision of a predator, she lunged, grabbing his shoulder from behind.

"Boo!"

Aadihr Lidos | Aris Noble​

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Cerea
Tags: Valery Noble , Jonyna Si , Michael Angellus , Others...

Delta-7​

"Or we could make the padawans do it?"

"I'll remind you that I have a medical duty to uphold, Master Si," Jalen stated in a rather blunt, but by no means rude manner. It was just a matter of fact. "If you're looking for extra hands it's best to find ones that don't need to rush back to patients."

Jalen spoke like a knight. He was skilled enough to be a knight. Jasper was a knight at his age. Yet, for all of that he still refused to take the next step. That reluctance persisted. He had begun to take on more responsibilities, the sorts typically not allotted to padawans. It probably frustrated his master to no end that he was so unwilling to advance.

A problem for another day, Jalen always told himself.

Thanks, I’m Michael, Michael Angellus. What’s your name, sir?

"Jalen Kai'el," the young man stated. "Said you were headed to Naboo? I hear things are getting rather busy down there. I'd go, but the war has me rather tied up back here."

Jalen would pause to give Valery a dip of his head as she stepped away before carrying on.

"If you're enthusiastic about planting you may as well give a hand," he noted. "Force knows everyone else around here is swamped to the Netherworld and back..."

Including himself, not that he'd admit it. Too many patients....

Too many deaths.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

OPERATION: VERACITY

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr kept his Mind's eye on the Padawan group, Aris's explanation syncing up with the body language. He watched the infiltration and even managed to locate their overwatch via clairvoyance, but and so far everything was going smoothl-

Then, with the precision of a predator, she lunged, grabbing his shoulder from behind.

"Boo!"

Something - not Aris - grabbed him and Aadihr nearly lept out of his skin. Assuming the syndicate had found him, and too panicked to re-anchored his mind's eye, he called out "Aris, run!" as he grabbed the wrists of his attacker and dove forward into a roll, activating the Bangle on his left arm to produce a circular energy shield to leverage against the attacker who... Who was Azurine Varek . Aadihr disabled the shield and side rolled off of her with a sheepish, "oh... Sorry". He extended a hand to help her out, genuinely happy to 'see' her. "I'm glad you could make it!" He said earnestly.

Aadihr turned his head as if mock-glaring at Aris, but with a smile to assure it as banter instead of any actual hard feelings.

"Now that the master mind's here, should we get a little closer to the target? They're entering the facility as we speak."

Aris Noble | Azurine Varek​