She Looked At Me With Them Big Brown Eyes (Underground Rebellion vs Black Rose)

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: - Planet side, Demonsgate
Allies: The Underground ( [member="Glavo Pahro"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Raachwaroo"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] )
Enemies: To be sure, and they be ugly
Objective: Study the beasties

BB grabbed the stunned creature before following Rai aboard the Starr. With the creature incapacitated BB wanted to get a better bead on what the kark these things were. Not wanting to take any chances he pulled a few vials of sedatives and in a soft spot just below the neck he slammed them into the beast. Thoughts now ran into his mind of Taris and the Rahghoul plague, were these like them he wondered? "Have I been infected?"

Quickly taking up an injector of broad spectrum anti vital, he injected himself around the wound as he stemmed the bleeding before he heard.

"Just drop me back down with him, Jedi or not - no one gets left behind, or fights alone."

Was she Kracking mad.... Drop her back down among those things....

"Rai, do you have a death wish?" BB screamed. "We barely survived a few minutes with those things, he is a fully made Jedi man and look at how much he's struggling."

BB clipped a strap onto the life harness Ria was still wearing.

"I'm taking us over there, not to fight but to get him out as well. Rai the're just too kraking many. If there were people to save I would say lets do this but look, just look..." BB said point to he melee beyond.

BB didn't feel he needed to say anymore, instead he commanded the craft to hover over Glavo, ready to evac him if needed.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: The Deep Down Under.
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Sympathizers of the Black Rose
Choke Point Dorn

Elijah sat patiently within the depths of the drop-pod. It shuddered as they breached the thin atmosphere of Demonsgate. The lights dimmed as its power was transferred from non-essential systems to the critical ones; engine, shields and life support, though that last one was a clear oversight from a PMC that was clearly not used to working with Mandalorians.

They didn’t need any external life support, not with their suits providing everything they needed.

“You hearing me, Rekali?”
“Loud and clear.”
“We got three pods coming down excluding you. North, West, East and South-point.”

Elijah grunted. “We supposed to regroup?”

“No, you are to breach the facility simultaneously from all four directions. Our intel suggests Undergrounders are moving in as well, one of which an acquaintance of yours.”

That got his attention.

“Who?”
“Field Marshal Munin.”
“You expect me to engage him?”
“No. Our goals and the Underground’s align this time around.”

Which was a good thing. Elijah would have been annoyed if he had to go out and track down every operative Eden had send here to execute them.

“Ten seconds for impact, Rekali. Better get ready.”

Eli just sniffed and closed his eyes.

This was gonna hurt a little.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: ?
Gear - none.

Oh he thought he was out thinking her getting in front of her anger and that by admitting everything he did was wrong and that he should have thought more about it. Yes his reasons made sense, she couldn't fault him for them. The underground, yes she knew, "Yes I know of the Underground, and a number of things they have done to secure peace." He wanted to show her how good he was trying to be, and she appreciated it, hell she loved him for it.

But.

"Draco" she saw him open his arms, waiting for that show of affection that reaffirmed to him that he wasn't in trouble that she wasn't upset, she reached up for one of his hands, "I AM the Minister of Intelligence for the Republic. and YES you should be choosing your battles more carefully. Especially when you decide you are going to enter a battle that fires shots at the Republic. The Republic has been changing Draco, the leadership has changed."

She exhaled."Firing shots at the Republic, means you're shooting at me shooting at a government that by holding a position I support. Draco if I had not contacted you to talk to you, you wouldn't have known I was on Togoria. You would have engaged Caius and destroyed him if possible."

Now she stepped back, "I don't know how we can be together and be on different sides. It's not possible not given my position with the Republic. Every time we engage the Sith I'll wonder if you are there." She frowned. This was a trying time, they needed to find the balance, or everything they worked for would be destroyed.

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

Location: Choke Point Aurek: Pempric II;
Objective: Resupply
Allies: The Indomitable Captain Darn Poo, [member="Runi Verin"].

Inside of Gabriel - that particular happy place everyone possessed, where they could return to in times of distress and think of when things weren’t going there way - a groan sounded as the girl went into it again. See, don’t misunderstand the inner-reaction to her tale, he felt her, truly did. No. He probably didn’t know what it was like to live like that, but she had missed the entire point.

“There ya go again, Vix.” Lethe finally replied from the leaning half vertical position his body was currently making.

“Wrapping yourself in layers and layers and layers of…” his fingers scribbled something in the air, as if to signify what he was trying to say with some obscure and probably nonsensical sign-language.

“Your life sucked, I hear you. But you are alive and well and beautiful right now, right? So how does wrapping yourself around in sour grapes and lemons do ya any good?”

“It doesn’t.”

The reply would come to forestall any of her answers.

“All it does is underline that the Man has won, that you gave up and are currently just winging it, secretly waiting until life finally did done the last thing that will do you over.”

The Man. Who the feth was the Man? Gabriel didn’t rightly know, honestly. But there was always a Man with a capitalized M behind most of the issues at hand. Either the thugs stealing the crumbs from your table, the Man In The Suit taking your hard-won profit by taxes or any other combination of a certain, elusive individual (usually in a suit or other formal outfit, be that criminal formal or more tuxedo formal) who earned his pay by stomping on the little people.

“Look, Vix. You do you, but all I am sa-”

Whatever Gabey was gonna say next would have to wait. Mostly because suddenly alarm bells started to ring as the ship rocketed underneath them: it was a real good thing they had secured all the cargo, otherwise they would have been crushed by now. As it stood, the half vertical, relaxed shaded individual known as Lethe… flew from his chilled position off into one of the walls adjacent to him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have encountered a slight source of turbulence in the form of a few well-placed shots to our starboard flank. Please strap yourself in and await for instruction. This was your Captain speaking, thank you very much for remaining calm.”

Silence followed in the wake of that particular message.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: All Who Oppose Us
Gear: In Bio

Draco felt Faith take his hand. It wasn't as good as he wanted, but it was something. "Well, I just have to remember I am no longer only representing Clan Vereen. I am also Representing Alderaan, and House Organa." He let her finish speaking and sighed. "I suppose, if I am going to be your Prince I am going to have to continue making changes. There isn't much I can do to help the Republic, not that they would let me, as much as they have changed, I don't trust them. I've seen them turn on their allies for power and influence too many times. Seen them cast out allegiances and alliances on a whim. Seen them turn their backs on allies just to do it."

"I know Lasedri is gone, but she was Prime Minister for years. Years. I know a lot has changed, and the wheels are turning, the Republic is slowly trying to be what it once was. I know that you served it and love it still. But the Republic cut ties with the Mandalorians over one battle. And when they did, they cut ties in a relationship they had only benefited from as a statement. When Mandalore was attacked and we called for help, the Prime Minister ordered no one to respond. Whenever we sought assistance, Mandalore was rejected, and the Republic hasn't tried to cared to rebuild their relationship with Mandalore." Draco laughed, "Even after Roche they looked down at us like barbarians, after one of their own murdered civilians." Roche had been a diplomats nightmare. Half the Republic trying to make peace with the Mandalorians, a few intentionally provoking them, Hadrix running around like a madwoman trying to kill everyone who denounced her supreme reign, even ordering the arrest of several admirals and Jedi during that battle. Afterwards had been when Draco and Faith first met, during the peace talks he had initiated. He had initiated. Not the Republic, no they wanted reparations when they first arrived. All except Faith. She had been rational. Smart. Beautiful. And forgiving.

Draco sighed, "I will not fight for the Republic. Too many times has my kinsmen's blood been split for ungrateful facetious pricks the galaxy would be better off without." He squeezed her hand gently, refusing to let go of it. "But I will fight for you. And I won't fight against you. Never again, ner runi. I promise." Draco pressed her hand against his lips, looking down into her eyes. There were times when he thought the galaxy would be better ruled by the One Sith, but that had been under the Dark Lord, before the rise of the sadistic sect that was now unleashed and unhinged. Under the Dark Lord there was order in the Darkness, not so anymore. No longer could a rational being consider the chaos woven by the One Sith to be less than that crafted by the Republic Senate. And besides, as Prince of House Organa, Draco was bound to bring honor to the House, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, he had to act in the best interests of House Organa, in a manner that brought them honor as they defined it.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: ?
Gear: None

Faith drew closer she knew how his emotions twisted and how much history played into his decisions, "Fighting for me, or with me I can accept Draco" He had his reasons for everything it was ingrained within his make up. A design which she was accepting of a design that she loved.

"Perhaps you and Supreme Commander [member="Willam Forlon"] should meet he believes Mandalorians are honorable people I think you might like him. [member="Jack Sparrow"] has suggested the Republic hire private citizens, mercenaries perhaps we could hire you when there is need. But it must be approved by all without my input that is if you agree" She slid her free hand up his arm.

"You don't have to give up who you are or what you believe, but I'm glad you won't be shooting at me anymore ner kar'ta" She smiled, he didn't need to know how close she came to calling off everything between them, of walking away and not looking back. And why? because it was too much of a tear in her soul and heart to reconcile what she must do.

"So can I have a tour of your vessel Commander?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: All Who Oppose Us
Gear: In Bio

"No, no more shooting at you or at the Republic. I guess I haven't grown used to having to properly represent House Organa yet, but don't worry. I will remember not to shoot at your friends." Draco nudged her a little, smiling down at her amber eyes, piercing her with his stormy grey ones. "Maybe. I'm not a fan of the Republic, but my clansmen need work to make money and pay for their families and equipment. I'm distrustful of the Republic, too many times they have burned the Mandalorians since the four hundred year darkness. There are many in the clans who would like to see them utterly destroyed."

He kissed her cheek gently, holding her hand tightly, "But, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if you being happy requires your prince to fight for the Republic on occasion, I am sure I could be convinced by my Princess, given the right motivations." He nuzzled her a little bit, showing affection to the woman he loved. The Republic was a maybe. Perhaps he could be convinced to fight for them, but he wasn't keen on atoning for his actions, especially since so far his actions against them consisted of being a mercenary and taking the only work offered to him, and defending and fighting alongside his kinsmen. These were not actions he felt needed to be atoned for to them. For Faith, he would go to any lengths. For outsiders, not so much. "The Underground offered special things, and Clan Rekali asked me to see to the choke point. So far its been quite."

Draco took her arm and lead her back down the ramp, smiling still. He had done wrong, but he would make up for it. It would only be a matter of time before he figured out how to make it up to her properly. "Well, this is the flag hangar." He said waving his arm around in a wide arc. "That direction is the reactor and engines. Above is my quarters and the bridge. And to the fore is the barracks, cargo bay, and the weapons decks." He tugged her along gently, playfully towards a turbolift.

So far the man was unaware Faith had been willing to leave him over the situation, take his twins from him and walk away. It was a good thing, because that likely would have crushed him, as excited as he was about getting to be a real father for the first time. Getting to have a family for once. Draco's people had been severing ties with the One Sith for some time. Now just came the part where the next time they sent for work, they would just not hear back.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: ?
Gear - None

Faith nodded, "I"m sorry that I must ask you to do this for me right now. So what can I do to make thing easier Draco. I do not wish this to be all one sided, is there something I can do for your Clan, or should I meet your clan. We've talked about my meeting your friends, but not much about members of your clan." She walked slowly beside him her hand resting gently on his arm as they moved she listened to the pride he had in his voice.

"Clan Rekali, you mean Ember and [member="Elijah Rekali"] ? Are you close with their clan?" She knew what she asked was difficult but until her tenure ended with the Republic they needed to tread lightly and be cooperative.

"Is this ship your flag ship Draco?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: All Who Oppose Us
Gear: In Bio

Draco smiled as they walked, holding her hand in his, his stride short so as not to force her to hurry to keep up with them. "Oh, its not as one sided as you might think. You've given me love, a family, a House, and titles that most men would give far more for, especially men of my upbringing." In truth he and his brothers had joked about what they would give or what they would do to live in the Palaces on Naboo or with the Countesses of Sereno during his youth. It came up on occasion and it was truthful. Draco never thought he would end up living in a palace or being called prince-consort.

"My clan doesn't get bunched up into one group very often. A lot of them are off working other jobs, though the big jobs pay the best, the clan is formed of farmers, smiths, deputies, mercenaries, and bounty hunters. Its not everyday they get together. Besides, despite my hatred for the Republic looking down at us, calling Mandalorians barbarians, my clansmen are far from civilized." He chuckled a little bit as they entered the turbolift to go up to the bridge, the command deck of the ship.

"Yes, Ember Rekali is a mentor to me. Always will be, whether he accepts it or not. There are times I look at what he does, and wish that one day I would be that reserved and calm. But, he suffered greatly to get where he is, and I don't want what he has if that is the price that must be paid." Draco smiled down at his Princess, happy that she was here with him, spoiling him.

"Er, yes and no. Its the flagship for this small group, but its not the clan's flagship. The Kandosii-type I was on around Togoria, the Akaan'drahr, is my Flaship." Probably not the best way to describe the ship, but it was the only time she had seen it. The other time, on the Alor-class ship he had protected Alderaan with was owned by the clan, but the sheer size of the vessel required assistance from the United Clans to operate, and so he rarely counted it as his own.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Choke Point Aurek; Pempric II; V-39-xKK99939111119290xxxx7
Objective: Resupply Survive
Allies: The Indomitable Captain Darn Poo, [member="Gabriel Lethe"].

If there was a compliment to be found somewhere in there, Runi wasn’t hearing it. Her brow arched upwards, assuming the tried and true ‘remind me why I haven’t introduced you to my wrench’ position. Sour grapes and lemons, no matter how beautiful he tried to preface it, was hardly doing his stock value any favours. Even if, in her heart of hearts, she knew there might have been a small – practically miniscule, really – grain of truth behind his words.

She did take things too seriously. Without even meaning to, she had found herself always looking for the hidden knife in the open palm or the raincloud that came with the silver lining. It was just how she was wired. How she kept things together in a life that was frequently falling apart at the seams. The fact that it had caused her to become hard instead of strong in the process, a subtle difference that was easy to miss, wasn’t completely lost on her. She just didn’t know how to be any different.

Her mouth opened up to cut him off, a choice expletive and counter argument already poised and ready, yet the words died before they could even reach her lips, seeming inconsequential in the face of the shrill alarms that sliced across the cargo hold. As if it had been waiting patiently for such a cue, the decking began rolling and bucking beneath her feet like a wild pulga, with only a lucky dive for the hand rail keeping her from sharing Gabriel’s fate.
‘How’s them sour grapes.’

A childish thought, one borne from being on the losing opposing end of an argument, yet also one that made Runi feel infinitely better considering Darn Poo was trying to assassinate both of them (not to mention himself) in one fatal swoop. Kark it all, this is why she never flew coach. “Fierfek, if that fethbasket gets us killed, I’m gonna nail those oversized ears to the gorram floor an’ use ‘em for a kar----”


Again, she was rudely cut off, this time by the sound of rent durasteel and cracked plastoids, a sound even less welcome than the earlier sirens. The kind that made your bones ache. Seemed like that turbulence was trying to upgrade itself from ‘slight’ to ‘severe with a high chance of death’. It was all she could do just to hold on, teeth gritted and jaw set. “Oh, this can shag all the way to haran and back. I’m not gonna die with two di’kutla aruetiise, on a ship who’s name I can’t even pronounce, just so some jumped up fleet captain can get a sandwich.”


“Nope. Nu draar. I refuse.”

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: ?
Gear: None

She nodded and listened, "Yes Clans are different in ways from the family setting I was raised in. Clans do what they must to survive and that means sometimes long separations misunderstandings but if I remember correctly they do love a reason to get together drink and eat. My Tia wanted to integrate Clan Ordo into Alderaan society she told them if I remember right that they would all hold property here on Alderaan, and i believe she has set aside small portions for each of them from House Organa holdings in the Glarus Valley, and of course on the Apalis Coast. Whether they lay claim to it, I don't know."

This ship was not as large as the one that Gir had shown to her but still it was impressive. "So, is this one of your designs or did you modify someone else?" She knew Draco was quite the designer of ships and weapons and if this was an example of such ability, he was definitely more than his armor.

"What will the Underground do with this territory? Do you know?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: All Who Oppose Us
Gear: In Bio

"Yes, we've been known to assault the occasional cantina. I'm sure there is one on Pembric they are looking forward to raiding." He smiled, remembering how his people had set up shop in an abandoned cantina during one invasion, and rode out the storm, just shooing people out of it while they camped out.

"Oh, no. This is one of Rygel Larraq's designs. The man is a master shipwright, I don't really compare to him, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I've built a few ships that are made to complement his or built off a few of his designs, filling holes in the fleet. He designed most of the Mandalorian Fleet, and Mandal Hypernautics helped build several of my designs. I helped with the Alor-class though, remember the Battle Cruiser I showed up on above Alderaan, back when we first met." He nuzzled his head against her softly, "Remember the Lake House? The lake, and the cave?" He sighed fondly, remembering some of the best times of his life, having spent them with the woman on his arm.

"I'm told, that Master Merrill intends on settling a base of operations in the Kathol Outback after liberating it from the Black Rose. Which is good. A lot of these guys with the Underground don't stay in one place very long, but its good to have a place to call home."

"Oh, oh. Since you are here, how about once the all clear is given by the Underground, we go planetside, and relax on one of the beaches, then we can go to a club or something? How does that sound Cyar'ika?"

 

[The Banshee]

Location: In the control room
Objective: Chokepoint Besh
Enemies: All those dead ppl
Allies: All those living ppl ([member="Casandrae Vau"], [member="Janev Noska"])

The Banshee nodded approvingly as Kaiga (I always spell this wrong) managed to slice open the door. The mercenary had been fully prepared to melt the door down with a flamethrower before the bounty hunter had made an alternative way of entry.

Smart.

As the doors slid open, two very confused looking security guards drew their blasters. It seemed they were unused to such action, as their draw wasn't even remotely quick. Pathetic. The Banshee ripped them open with his pistol before they even got a chance to pull the trigger.

He would step into the room, indicating with his blaster for everyone to lay down. They wisely obliged, no doubt galvanized into action by the fate of the two guards. They would lay down on their stomachs, hands behind their heads. Good, it seemed they were cooperating.

Axel turned to face Kaiga, tilting his head towards the terminal in an obvious signal telling her the way was clear. She knew what she had to do.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Enroute to Demonsgate through hyperspace,​

Aboard the Skyborn, Infernus Heavy Cruiser​

Objective: Find out what the hell is happening next door.​

Allies: None​

Enemies: None​

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Others in area: [member="Gabriel Lethe"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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Fleet Composition: Keshiri Royal Navy​

Spoiler

1x Infernus Heavy Cruiser (900m)

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3x Karakter Pocket Carriers (220m each)​

2x Hammerhead Frigates (315m each)​

4x Preatorian Corvettes (180m each)​

4x Vainglorious Cruisers (120m each)​

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Solan blinked as he thought over the situation. It would seem there was a bit of an effort by the Underground that he had not known about. He didn't even realize that they cared about this sector of the galaxy and that made his brow certainly raise. "My apologies commander, i suppose i would be considered an ally as our purpose for being here align but i must say you have surprised me with your being here. I had accepted the fact the only people looking to set up shop out here were those who wanted power for themselves like the previous occupants that ive had to deal with lately and the constant annoyance of Pirates and Slavers still trying to infest this sector. Its good to know that someone else is out here looking to make a bit of a difference."​

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It was more than obvious how surprised he was, the shock of actually seeing a force out here to protect the people of the outer rim was something he had expected to be gone or atleast to be muddled by the words of over zealous jedi. For as much good the Galactic Alliance had brought to the surrounding worlds, there remained the fact of their danger being the zealous elements of their Jedi Order. This was the Underground though, a group he had thought would never show their faces here and yet...​

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"If you don't mind the question Commander, what did bring the Kathol Sector to your people's attention?"​

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

Location: Choke Point Aurek: Pempric II; V-39-xKK99939111119290xxxx7.
Objective: Resupply
Allies: The Indomitable Captain Darn Poo, [member="Runi Verin"].

“Don’t even say it!” Gabriel shouted over the noisy klaxons as he tried to pick himself up from the ground.

Mixed success, but eventually he did manage it.

Not entirely graceful, agile or any other word that would designate a successfully smooth recovery, but what can ya do? The walkman decided this was the exactly right time to start playing again - his headphones were plugged in, luckily. So mixed with the bleary alarms Runi probably wouldn’t even notice.

“You are jinxing it, stop jinxing it!”

It was a common belief on the space lanes that the last thing you needed or wanted to talk about during times of duress was the possibility of dying in a crash.

Because by the laws of probability and causality that actually increased that probability by a thousandfold. This wasn’t fair, of course, but as they had already established… life was anything but fair: short and apparently also cheap, but fair had never gotten into the equation.

A deep groan echoed through the very bones of the freighter as its hull grinded against something.

Gabey didn’t want to know what said something was.

Instead he grabbed at Runi’s arm to pull her out of the gorram cargo space.

“You wanna be here when those clamps decide that they don’t like staying put, while the rest of the ship is prancing about? No? Me neither, let’s go!”

Out of the room they entered a short hallway just in time to-

Or not.

A loud BOOM burst through the hallways and send both them crashing into the wall (for Gabriel a second time), though Runi was slightly better off, considering she crashed against Gabriel.

So in essence poor Gabey got crashed twice. Probably some karmic intervention somewhere there.

Anything Lethe had to say about the matter would have to wait though, because he was currently knocked out cold.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Choke Point Aurek; Pempric II; V-39-xKK99939111119290xxxx7
Objective: Resupply Survive
Allies: The Indomitable Captain Darn Poo, [member="Gabriel Lethe"]

“Not saying it won’ change anything’.” The Kiffar retorted angrily as she hung on for dear life, cybernetic hand digging so hard into the support handle that she could feel it start to bend beneath her faux-fingers. “Gonna take more than just spacer superstition to hold this bucket of bolts together.”

Runi issued a small grunt as Gabriel swept her along in his wake, for once voicing no objection to being almost bodily hauled from the bowels of the cargo hold. Even more than complimenting Darn Poo on ability to make good time, a thought that was woefully sardonic given the current situation, it pained her to admit that he was right for once. Staying in the cargo bay right now was paramount to suicide. She could already hear the groan of the clamps giving away behind them.

Unfortunately, the hallway presented itself as only a marginally better as an alternative. Instead of being outright killed, they found themselves punted by a sudden explosion of kinetic energy, avoiding being crushed in favour of being swept off their feet and thrown bodily into the bulkheads. Or rather, Gabriel into a bulkhead. Her own impact was actually a somewhat softer, yet considerably bonier affair by comparison.

Her vision swam as her head bounced off his shoulder, the wind knocked from her sails as she was cast back down on the decking in a crumpled heap, too stunned and confused to fully comprehend what just happened. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth; an open wound lacerating the side of her tongue. Oddly there was no pain. Her consciousness was far too busy slinking off into the shadows to process that right now, allowing the rushing blackness to swallow her whole.

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

Location: Who?
Objective: What?
Allies: Huh? -- [member="Runi Verin"]

His head hurt.

Not the kind of ache that bounced around your synapses after a long, long night with too loud a music and alcohol dehydrating your brain. No, this was something way worse, but Gabey couldn’t really put his finger on it.

Mostly because he couldn’t move his finger.

Nor his hand or arm for that matter. As if something of considerable weight was holding it down and refusing to budge.

He tried to open his eye-

Big mistake, big, big, biiiiiig mistake.

Sunrays tried to force itself through his eyelids and he simply refused to accommodate them in this manner.

“Ughgh.”

Gabriel shuffled on his side with some difficulty and carefully lodged open one eye.

Once again he closed it immediately. Not because of any light, but because he had come face-to-face with a visage that…

Well, Runi wasn’t unpretty. She was actually pretty pretty.

But the lad was reasonably sure that if she woke up two inches away from his face, while crushing his arm, it would be him in considerable pain. So Gabey did the only thing a gentleman could do in this kind of compromised position.

He started gently tugging at his own arm in an attempt to pull it from under her.

Once free he would be able to get some aspirin… maybe some water, by the Force some bacta might be better.

Feth. This wasn’t going as well as he had hoped it would.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: - Planet side, aboard theThe Shining Starr, Demonsgate
Allies: The Underground ( [member="glavo pahro"] [member="ria misrani"] [member="raachwaroo"] [member="jorus merrill"] )
Enemies: These things, whatever the kark they are...
Objective: Study the beasties

As the Starr hovered high enough to be beyond the feral beasts reach but low enough to cover Glavo. BB thoughts centered on the sedated beast he had procured and worried of his own possible infection he decided then and there to take action.

"Ria, don't you kraking dare go down there." BB said handing him his R-7 Blaster rifle.

"Here if you need to help him use this. It is strong enough to pen them in a few hits and a damn sight more accurate than that hand cannon too." BB continued before taking the beast in hand.

Entering his primary med bay he found his Dedicated Repair Droid had already cleaned up most of the mess and were in the process of completing repairs to the bay itself. Taking out syringes and other needed medical equipment BB began to draw blood and other body fluids from the creature before he threw it into a status pod. The medal extractors soon became jammed and fouled as he worked but he was able to get enough fluids into the glass vials to run the studies he needed.

As he working he noticed his hands were shaking and he was sweating profusely causing him to stop working for a moment to redress his wounds and with clean instruments draw his own blood for comparison. If his worse fears were true he needed to know how much time he had left....

 

[Eliza Steele]

Location: Choke Point Cresh - Uukaablis
Allie: Underground - [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Objective: Continue to monitor things from the command post, though the planet was now seemingly under UG aided Uukaablian control in all sectors.

"Eliza, it's Rekha I'm headed to you provided you are still in the Cantina"

A lopsided grin grew on the petite smuggler's face, then Eliza picked up her comlink and responded to her old friend's hail. "That's affirmative on my location. The command post is secure. I'll have a cold one waiting for you. Steele out."

​With that said, the fiery Corellisi waved down the bartender and ordered fresh drinks for both of them. While she waited, Eliza resumed perusing over her datapad; going over the various planets within the Kathol sector. There was one she passed by that the smuggler wanted to stop at on the way back out and take a look. Galtea was it's name.

The terrestrial planet intrigued the Corellian to no end. It seemed a lot like her beloved homeworld of Corellia that now sadly was just a hunk of molten junk called Brokellia as it had been destroyed by a crazed dark sider. Eliza would show the info to Rekha and see what the other smuggler thought. It was a dream to find a new Corellia… Could this planet possibly be it?

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Aboard the Shining Star, Demonsgate
Allies: The Underground ([member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Raachwaroo"], [member="Glavo Pahro"])
Enemies: Big Kark'n Bugs, also Black Rose.
Objective: Help that Jedi Guy.

Ria stood there, listening to Bryce. She heard what he was saying, and she knew deep down that she should leave it alone. Jedi guy was a big dude, could handle himself, sure. Even Tylo would've told her to leave a force user alone, and yet as she stared down at the lift door. All she could think about was Lona. Gritting her teeth the young slicer closed her eyes, and thought about her life on Nar Shaddaa, how many people risked their lives just so one little human could survive. Ria secured her trimmed hat and pulled the goggles down, she hooked her liquid dispenser cable up to one of the latches within the cargo bay.

She licked her lips, as she could hear Bryce tell her, quite adamantly not to karking go down there. She looked down at her ion pistol and then at her heavy blaster as she secured the cable from her bandoleer to her life harness. Her jaw clenched tightly, swallowing hard she could feel her heart beat against her chest. Anxiety started to take over, blood pressure rose and she over her shoulder. "Bryce." Ria calls out as she crosses toward that button. "It's been great, but Jedi or no." Nobody gets left behind. Lona did not raise her that way, and while Tylo might've been justified in leaving folks - that didn't mean she was ever okay with it. But then, she was a kid ...

It was as if something was telling her to go back down there.

"Raachwaroo, think you can lay down some heavy cover for me big guy?" She asks with a devilish smile. "CAW CAW FISAKRU!"

Down she went her cable dispenser rippling down as she head for the ground.

SSHHHHRRRRUUUIIPPP - KERK!

The line snapped tight and groaned under the weight. Ria didn't even need the line as she cut the cable landing on top of a beastie that was looking to rush up on the Jedi. "You said between the eyes, right?" She asks over comms as she whips her stun baton out and bashes this bug straight in the face. She doesn't count for the fact that smacking this thing on the face, might make it mad. It bucks and kicks lashing out trying to get her off, finally the darn thing flings her off. Ria braces for impact and hits against a wall taking a little damage. "THAT ALL YOU GOT?!"

Why she thinks taunting these things is a good idea, Ria would never really understand. Other than, she was hoping to draw attention away from the Jedi.

Then she sees the three within her vicinity, including the one she just hit was already hit and two others. "C'MON BEASTIES!" She slid underneath one, flinging out her dispenser cable around it's legs. Mesh tape to secure it. What she heard next was music to her hears, the sounds of the bugs screeching as it tripped over itself. Whipping out her blaster pistol she slides behind cover as acid splash licks at her boots. "Son of a HUTT!" Ria isn't sure if she could go berserk like most of the big fellas she knew on Nar Shaddaa, but - if pain is suppose to act as a rage inducer.

"C'MON THESE ARE MY ONLY BOOTS!" She holds tight on her blaster pistol, squeezing off a burst round.

PREW, PREW, PEW.

Again.

PEW, PHRAAANG - PHERRRWANG.

Her stray shots hit behind the bug, aggravating a second mob. "Oh Kark." She says while rushing for the same mob as the two other beasts start to get to their feet again. "WAROO! NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME FOR THAT COVER FIRE!"