Dominion Sanctuary Flight | GA Dominion of Cerea

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker Katarine Ryiah Amelia Hawthorne

"I see... and did ye menton dat ya owe ma for dat last fiasco mate?"

"That was a misunderstanding, ma bukee!" Drake looked shocked at the accusation, "Xin, I swear on the Force you can trust me."

Whatever cue the pair of Alliance agents had worked out between them caught Atlas totally by surprise. It was his shock that saved the drunken captain. He toppled backward in his own chair seconds before the room filled with a crossfire of slugthrowers and blasters. Still struggling to untangle his legs, Atlas fired his blaster back a few times while still cowering behind the broken seat.

A trembling hand reached up to feel around Xin's desk. Stray blaster fire shattered the crime lord's cup but his fingers at last found the bottle of booze and pulled it down behind cover. Atlas uncorked it and took a gulp before resealing it back up and hurling it towards his best guess at the closest cartel enforcer.

Drake leaned out from behind the chair at the same moment his thrown distraction shattered and blasted a flinching guard in the chest. Sparks from their wound ignited the alcohol and the injured thug burst into flame. Once Dean took care of the last standing threat in the room, he slowly stood up in an office that looked like it had just been hit by a meteor storm.

"I guess every once in a while, both suns shine on a womp rat's tail."

He checked the crime lord's pulse, grinned in relief and pulled out his comlink.

"Agent Hawthorne, this is Atlas Drake," he said, "Calling about that favor I owe. Bounty's in custody, oh and think I stumbled across two of yours. Don't worry, I kept them out of trouble. One second."

Atlas shrugged at the agents with a sheepish grin on his face.

"There's no liars in this game," Captain Drake winked, "Just players."

 

[Dean Walker]

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The moment Nos hit the ground, Dean moved.

The last enforcer had just enough time to register the shift before Dean was on him, closing the distance with practiced efficiency. The guard barely got his blaster up when Dean grabbed his wrist, twisting sharply — bone snapped, the weapon clattering uselessly to the floor.

The man barely had time to scream before Dean silenced him with a single, brutal strike to the temple. He crumpled like a rag doll, out cold before he even hit the ground.

And just like that, the fight was over.

Dean let out a slow breath, scanning the room. Smoke curled from burn marks in the walls, shattered glass crunched under his boots, and the lingering stench of spice mixed with the acrid tang of blood. The office looked like it had been chewed up and spat out.

Atlas, ever the opportunist, was already back to his usual antics — taking a drink, making a call, and somehow managing to look like he had everything under control when, in reality, everything had just barely come together. Dean let him talk. Right now, he had something more important to check on.

He turned, his sharp gray eyes locking onto Katarine. She was standing over Xin's unconscious form, still catching her breath, but something about her demeanor made Dean pause. She had played her role perfectly, done exactly what was needed — but he still wanted to check in on her. He wasn't that thrilled about the whole plan, after all.

Dean stepped up beside her, keeping his voice low. "Hell of a move," he muttered, nodding toward Xin. "Didn't even see it coming." His tone was light, but his eyes searched hers for something deeper.

Then, softer, "You alright?"

Because undercover work was messy. Playing a role like that — getting close to a man like Xin, using his trust against him — it had a way of sticking to you, even when it was necessary. Even when it was the job. Dean had been in it long enough to know that sometimes, after the dust settled, it didn't feel like a win.

Nos Voros Katarine Ryiah Atlas Drake​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Tags: Atlas Drake Nos Voros Dean Walker

"There's no liars in this game," Captain Drake winked, "Just players."

Katarine grinned at him, amused to see he was in on this party too. "Well said." She spoke as she noticed Dean approaching her.

"Hell of a move, Didn't even see it coming."

She grinned at him and winked. "Well that's what they pay me for. Anyway he will be able to stand trial for his deeds at least." She wasn't too thrilled with all the lives lost today but she knew going in that SIA did things differently than the Jedi did so she'd braced herself for the possibility that this might be more messy than usual.

Katarine let her deep green eyes scan the room and settle on the downed figure of the male Zeltronian. She hoped he was okay, though he still felt alive in the Force.

"You alright?"

Dean came over and she was impressed that he knew well enough to ask how she really was. The truth was the past few weeks hadn't been great. Xin was a disgusting, abusive, and overly handsy piece of work, and while Katarine played the femme fatale with practiced. ease, it didn't mean she enjoyed it or that the assignments didn't rack up hit points to her own self-esteem and self-worth as a woman. The fact that her partners grey eyes showed concern made her heart skip and she felt a small glimmer of hope that he might still be interested despite what she did for a living.

"I could use a pallet cleanser if you ever want to ask me out loverboy." Again with sarcasm and wit to mask her own feelings, but deep down she was afraid to directly ask him. What if their moments before had been fleeting bits of fun that never went anywhere? The realization that she might be attached was worrisome to the Jedi, but she pushed it aside for now. They still had a job to do.

"You better go check on the Zeltronian. He took a pretty hard hit, though I can feel he's still alive."

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• 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

With a gasp, Nos finally managed to get his diaphragm properly sucking in air again.

"Dank Farik" Nos muttered as he rose to his feet, checking the vaporized hole in his shirt and the carbon mark on the protective vest underneath.

"You better go check on the Zeltronian. He took a pretty hard hit, though I can feel he's still alive."

"This Zeltron is fine, Jedi." Nos pieced together from her word choice and the slight regret deaths in her emotions

"There's no liars in this game," Captain Drake winked, "Just players."

Not only the barmaid was a Jedi, but this bystander had a line to contact Amelia Hawthorne — the Intel team was either playing a prank on Nos or seriously karked up his prep. The cantina itself being a front had him believing the former.

"Dean, tell me I didn't miss an extra briefing before we headed out or was this some kriffing cluster of coincidence?"

Nos looked down at the unconscious Xin. He didn't envy the fellow - hopefully he was quick to spill the beans to the SIA before his trial, for his own sake.

Atlas Drake | Dean Walker | Katarine Ryiah​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"Not for a little while, yet," he said in response to Drystan's comment. "Logistics are a little more involved since I don't have parents to pass the crown to me."

Caelan waited to give Drystan a head start. The other was the shadow, he was just a guardian. Shadows were meant for stealth operations and guardians were meant for, well, breaking things. He was good at that, even though it wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. Breaking people was not a fun thing to do and he rarely believed it was necessary. The only time it was necessary as a first choice was when the other side had the upper hand and made the first move. Then you didn't get much choice but to hurt them.

Following down, he moved quietly down the tunnel, allowing his eyes to adjust to the very dim lighting as he kept as low as he could. Being somewhat tall, he had to crouch down to make sure he wasn't silhouetting himself against the lights. But soon enough Drystan reappeared with the news that two guards with blasters were coming down the tunnel towards them.

"Single tunnel, not wide. Gotta hit them with speed."

Make quick decisions and stick to them. Don't dwell on them. Don't be predictable.

"I'll take left, you take right. Or first and second, whichever formation they're in."

He gave Drystan a thumbs up, dumped the Force into his legs and mind, and took off at a run down the tunnel. The two would never know what hit them as long as his shadow companion followed suit. They were walking side by side, having a conversation about moisturizer and making money when Caelan barreled into the one on the left with enough Force to slam them both to the ground. The goon took the brunt of it, being knocked unconscious almost immediately. Caelan landed atop him, and skidded along on the mans body for a short distance. Body surfing getting a new meaning.

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

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Amelia Hawthorne]

Objective: 2 - Provide Overwatch
Location: [Undisclosed]
Tags: Dean Walker | Nos Voros | Atlas Drake | Katarine Ryiah
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“I am aware, Mister Drake. I’ve been watching.” Hawthorne had been able to track them along via the security system, masking the group's movements as they had headed towards Xin’s office. Playing a gambit was also a tense situation, as any variable could result in an entirely different outcome. Fortunately, everything seemed to have resolved well. “I see your reputation of getting out of situations in a drunken haze has proven accurate.”

There was almost a hint of sarcasm in the Chiss’ monotone voice.

“A bit of both, Agent Voros.” She replied, opening up communication to everyone else. “SIA was aware of Miss Ryiah taking the initiative to investigate months ago. What we weren’t aware of, was whether she’d be present during the Op.”

“Either way, it’s time to move Agents. Restrain the target and haul yourselves to evac. The Zualjinn’s no doubt heard the commotion.” Hawthorne paused as she began to map an escape route for everyone.

“Mister Drake, I’d advise you join them, unless you have your own means of escaping."

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA

Drystan nodded, channeling the Force to amplify his speed as he waited for Caelan's signal. The moment the Padawan moved, he followed.

While Caelan opted for a direct, rapid strike, Drystan took a different approach. He slithered around his target, moving with fluid precision before locking his thick arms around the guard's head. With his height, he arched backward, lifting the man off his feet and cutting off his air in a tight sleeper hold. The struggle was brief—seconds later, the guard went limp.

As the unconscious body slumped to the ground, a datapad clattered from the guard's grip. Drystan knelt, ensuring his target was out cold before picking it up. His eyes skimmed over the contents just as Caelan finished with his own.

"Interesting." He muttered, scrolling through the data.

He turned the screen toward Caelan, brow furrowing.

"Look at this—this tunnel leads to one of their main processing plants. No wonder they're masking it with the jammer."

Bringing up a structural layout, he scanned the plans with a discerning eye before pointing to a marked section.

"Prisoners should be here. Cells are heavily secured, but nothing we can't handle."

His gaze lingered on the map.

"Getting them out is the top priority. But…" He tapped another section of the layout, considering.

"Maybe we don't just extract—we shut this place down for good. Take their entire operation off the board."

Regardless, the prisoners came first. If they were still alive.

Lowering that priority would put them at risk.

And that wasn't an option.

Caelan Valoren