Seoul Train (LotF Dominion of Seoul)

[Kitt Solo]

There was something that made her pause. The emotional imprint she was reading from the masked woman force user was oddly familiar when it should not be. Besides the fact that she was a scary mother-frakker.

Almost as scary as the sorcerer.

Of course, maybe her thinking was a bit muddled because she got knocked out right before Moira started fighting with the chestnut-haired mystery woman due to the blast of emotional familiarity. It made her stomach turn and twist. Standing-up quietly, she huddled beneath some debris and went for her comm.

"This is Kitt Solo on the roof. We need some reinforcements now. Prepare for a strafing run, over." She just had to get [member="Dak Canton"]'s attention so he wouldn't be in the way.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Are you kidding me? I grunted in astonishment as the Force Freak continued to dodge concussion rounds with graceful movements that made my clunky assault in armor look like a bantha running around with a bag over its head. I leveled my glowing gun at the guy to fire again.

Hang on...

Glowin' gun?

I stared at the weapon. The entire surface glowed a molten red. I dropped that thing like a Circean Wyrm. More damn space wizardry, I bet. Made me look pretty ig'nant. At about that same moment my handler crackled over the comm.

"Omega Blue, you've got a strafing run called in on your location, over."

I muttered a curse that'd make any non-Fringe woman blush and spun around, running for the friendly who I finally recognized as [member="Kitt Solo"]. The other friendly had bugged out already. The unknown could find his own way off the building. Solo and I needed to get the hell off this roof.

"Make it an airstrike," I growled back. "Light it up, over."

"Copy."

I reached out a hand to Kitt as I passed her. "Grab my hand."

She had a split-second to choose, because my run for the edge of the roof wasn't going to stop. Nuh-uh. Katarn-class came with a series of backpacks. I'd opted for the repulsor option, seein' as how we were fightin' so high up. I congratulated myself on my good choice. No way in hell I'd stick around and fight a bunch of invincible Force Freaks. I'd learn how to beat 'em myself some other time. Right now it was time to let the zoomies do their job.

I could hear the engine whine in the distance. Hooboy. Danger close, baby. Kitt better grab my damn hand.

@Je'gan Olra'en [member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Dak Canton"] @Je'gan Olra'en @Moira Skaldi

Hand reached out and secured a strong grip with Dak's hand.

A moment too late she realized where he was going.

In a moment MUCH, MUCH too late she found herself jumping, half dragged off the roof. Oh godohgodohgodohgod. She did not have a backpack flying-majig-thing on. She wasted no time in grabbing Canton in a hug tighter than a wookie's death grip.

Wind buffeted her face, the rushing roar in her ears. "CANTON IF YOU DROP ME I WILL COME BACK FROM THE DEAD TO KILL YOU SO HELP ME!!!!!!" Her eyes were closed - -so, SO closed. All thoughts about her weird connection with the masked forcer disappeared.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Tahira Solo"]

Je'gan caught more than a little directional alarm as the Fringers chose this very moment to swan dive off the skyscraper. He turned, looked up, saw the inbound air support-

Some Masters could block or redirect the shots, make them misfire, break the ship, jump off the roof and survive, drop a shield, but that wasn't how Je'gan did business. The illusion around the tower top shifted, as if the entire skyscraper was about thirty yards west. A powerful sense of normalcy pervaded the minds of the triggerman. The air strike slashed past the top of the tower, and the parking lot said goodbye. Je'gan vanished from sight and touched his wife's mind. Time to adjourn, I think.

 

[Velok the Younger]

As Rave began to cross the parking lot of the skyscraper, a handful of rapid impressions caught her attention. [member="Dak Canton"] and [member="Kitt Solo"] falling, two bodies and heavy armor drawing on one repulsorpack. An airstrike turning this parking lot to fire and earthquakes in front of her. The exoskeleton's shields and powerful armor held firm, but gone was any possibility of getting together enough focus to alleviate their mometum. She was too busy flying.

 

[Tahira Solo]

@Je'gan Olra'en

The heat from the misfired blast warmed her cheeks. Standing, she wobbled slightly as the building shook in the blast radius. Frowning, she pushed thoughts of the scarlet-masked fringer away from her mind.

With a little more concentration than her husband, she too vanished. A silent message went back to the master illusionist.

I'm with you. If I don't have to deal with a Fringe member for the next month, I'll be a very happy person.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Tahira Solo"]

They made their way down from the tower, quickly. Very quickly.

Back to business, I think. Sometimes I feel I do more harm than good when I come out to these things. But at least we bought a few people some time.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Kitt grabbed my wrist. Thank the Stars. Then we fell off the roof. Real fast. My stomach did a little flop and then disappeared. Now, it wasn't like I've never done one of these before - not jumping from a building about to be hit by an airstrike, mind - but it still got me a little every time. Fear, then... exhilaration.

The wind howled like the ten devils outside my helmet. Kitt grabbed me in a hug and I wrapped my arms around her, clasping them at the small of her back and practically crushing her to my chest. Her face was toward me so... good thing I was wearing armor. Behind us I heard the massive roar of an explosion. I ignored her screaming threat and grunted into my comm.

"Activate repulsors."

Our rapid descent turned swiftly into a slow, relatively tranquil fall. I giggled a little to myself as we drifted to the ground. Yeah, you heard me. I giggled. I had a lot of adrenaline pumping through my body, ok?

Jumping off a building right before an airstrike on some crazy powerful sorcerers, while holding a hot babe in my arms? Yeah, I love my job.

[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Dak Canton"] would land in the wrecked parking lot, as one seriously battered suit of powered armor clomped up to him. The Force gave no indication that enemies were still about, and the air strikes seemed to have stopped. She eyed [member="Kitt Solo"], currently wrapped around the Katarn rig.

"If I knew you liked'em armored, Kitt, I'd have thought twice about telling you my love for Skirata."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

In orbit, the Chimaera watched over Seoul. Unusual resilience and coordination, Ashin mused. Apparently this 'sorcerer' on the ground had given the Fringers some difficulty. And the Fringers were good.

Maybe the Protectorate was finally doing something. Maybe not, though.

She sorted through comms intercepts, unsettled.

 

[Aran Finn]

Alen had passed out ... now he was returned to the Chimaera, waking up in the infirmary with tubes sticking out of his nose. He knew nothing of what was happening on the surface, or what had happened at all. This blew immensely. Tearing the tubes out, Alen went to find Ashin.

Eventually, he found her sorting through comms like an Arbiter was apt to do. Clad in a white nightie and slippers, the Dark Jedi went to join her.

"What the frell happened, man?"

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Not Ordo]

Gavin opened an eye and slowly sat up pushing a leg off his chest and looking at the two galley crewers that lay sleeping tangled in his blankets. The two women said they were sisters but gavin was pretty sure they lied. He rubbed his chin and looked at his chrono.


"Well I woke up late." He said shaking his head. "Wait did I use protection? Oh man."

 

[Marcus Tritum]

I didn't know what to choke more at, Rave's comment about likin' em armored, or how she dug the body of the Mando Chieftain.

So I choked at both and hurriedly extricated myself from the Solo hug. I grunted and gave a salute to [member="Rave Merrill"].

"Threat, uh," I glanced up at the building. Why wasn't it on fire?

"Damnit."

 

[Lucianus Adair]

Had he abandoned [member="Kitt Solo"], after those strange mirrors that surpassed his own ability in illusion? Perhaps, but not intentionally. Something had caught his eye - a lot of somethings. Bodies, in fact! Soldiers! Live ones... or they used to be, until he had gotten to them. Slashes of blade both solid and energy, healthy applications of situationally relevant powers in the force... well, they were not present in this life anymore.

He came around eventually, finding Solo and [member="Rave Merrill"], his daggers and lightsaber having been given a good exercise, and the freeing of blood from veins had energized him greatly.

"I found something to occupy myself with. Several somethings." He said with a deep, dark grin.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

"Still putting that together." His hospital getup got a doubletake. "Sure you should be out of bed? Best as we can figure out, one of our airstrikes was on target...except that it wasn't. Between that and reports of an illusionist at work, it looks like you took friendly fire. In the form of a concussion missile throwing a landspeeder at you. Fether's still at large."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Dak Canton"]

That was, on balance, an awful lot of choking from inside the Katarn rig. Perhaps asphyxiation -- the sloppiness of the salute might indicate that also.

"Our airstrike was on target. Except that it wasn't." Rave gestured around at the parking lot and the intact skyscraper. "Our mirror-maze friend in action, at a guess. Not something I've encountered before."

[member="Lucianus Adair"] got a reciprocal grin.

 

[Aran Finn]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

"I will tear him ... or her, apart." Na'Varro was only half-joking. Then another thought crossed his mind, fear starting to creep into his gut. That didn't happen all too often. But you know, sometimes the Dark Jedi actually gave a kark about other people. He was no empath, but he wasn't a cold person either.

"How's [member="Kitt Solo"]? Is she alive?" Alen waited for an affirmative.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

"Tearing apart would be appropriate. I've got air crews running a spot check on our people in the vicinity. Results should be coming in...now. Yes, Solo's alive and appears unhurt." Insofar as Ashin Varanin had ever offered a gentle smile of commiseration, this expression came closer than most. "Casuaty list is small across the board."

 

[Not Ordo]

Gavin stood and walked toward the refresher.

"[member="Jared Ovmar"]?" One of the women said sleepily. "One more time?"

'Pfftt' Gavin thought to himself, 'I forgot about that.'

"Ah just cleaning up sweeties," he said holding back a laugh, "just stay there I'll be right back. Wake your sister for me."

Jared would be so mad if they were pregnant and called for him. That would be priceless.

 

[Aran Finn]

"Tearing apart would be appropriate."

"You don't say, mother." Alen smiled, a weight had been lifted off his chest. Putting a hand on Ashin's shoulder lightly, the Dark Jedi Master turned to find a pair of pants and waddled off. Ending the day with pants ... now how he'd imagined it.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]