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

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Some facility; Demonsgate
Allies: [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: Cat people
Choke Point Dorn

His footsteps echoed throughout the corridors of the facility which was the only sound that the Field Marshal could hear. Not even the alarms went off which was odd. Surely there would be red flashing lights reflecting off from the walls of the interior and that annoying, looping frequency noise that would get on everyone's nerves. Every step that he took would risk himself from getting infected by this Manda-awful disease, but he'd risk it for the greater good of him and the Galaxy. This was the only time he'd worry for the Galaxy because he lived in it and anyone could get infected at anytime which would just increase the numbers of Croas.

He was coming up to a room and his HUD could pick up IFF tags from the other side of the door. Multiple targets, about six. Piece of cake...or that's what the Mandalorian thought. His hands went to his bloodstripe cannon as he slung Orar-bev on his left shoulder. The door opened and out a Croa scientist jumped at the Bounty Hunter. The momentum of the cat-like Sithspawn caused Vilaz to fall on the floor and the rabid Croa was on him trying to find an opening to exploit. But the spawn would have no luck as the Warrior with his strength, that outmatched the ones of his attacker, pushed of the scientist with his feet a few feet from him.

The Redneck quickly got back on his feet and fired a buckshot from one of the trio barrels of his scattergun at a different Croa that approached him. While the velocity of the buckshot caused the spawn to fall to its knees there was no signs of the shell penetrating its skin. He readied another round and fired a shell of cryoban at its head which definitely stopped it where it was. Without hesitation he kicked its ice cubed head and it remnants became nothing more than pieces of ice scattered on the floor. He would investigate the killed hostile, but there were five more Croas to take care of.

"Come on then, you fethers," he muttered under his breath as he readied the last barrel of the cannon which had an incendiary shell and fired it at the incoming Croas.

 

[Raachwaroo]

[member="Ria Misrani"] was silly, risking her life just after it belonged to her again but the wookie wasn't there to judge. He was simply a dude caught up in a war because his best friend decided that's what they'd do today. Though it was better than anything he had planned, with the empty cargo crate still suspended he flew forward using it as a wrecking ball crushing the alchemized demons away from Ria. Once he'd made a line between the two he finally used his guns. Spinning his vulcan styled gun it began mowing through the beasts destroying them easily, sipping away at a water bottle with a bendy straw Rung took the words for him.

"Ria, get in the crate. Use it as a birds nest." Birds nest? Crows nest, Rung's personality card was interesting but it was pretty bad at communicating some times. Nevertheless now rested the cargo box with its door open providing Ria with cover. Meanwhile Raachwaroo was hailing BB on the comms. They were gonna get Ria and the monk friend outta here today.


[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Galvo Pharo"]

 

[Faith Organa]

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


"Funny I've heard of this Larraq person before there was some scuttle butt about him marrying Alyesa and them creating this huge ship building empire" Faith laughed, "Beach, like water, sand, sun....drinks with little parasols in them?" She leaned on Draco, "yes that would be great I could use a bit of down time or we could. We keep moving from one battle, meeting, appearance to the next."

She sighed heavily, "It isn't like that it will get any better any time soon." Faith moved along slowly, "Alyesa is still missing Draco, and there is a growing concern over her absence. I haven't heard from her. Do you think that the situation with Alderaan drove her away?"

She looked over yes she wanted to see the ship, but she liked being able to talk about the things that weighed heavily on her mind.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: - Planet side, aboard theThe Shining Starr, Demonsgate
Allied: The Underground( [member="glavo pahro"] [member="ria misrani"] [member="raachwaroo"] [member="jorus merrill"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] )
Enemies: Karking Sith spawn!
Objective: Doctor heal thy self!

BB was disturbed by what he though were the sounds of crashing metal on surecrete and wookiee yells. Shaking his head he reasoned he must be hearing things and went back to work. As he double and triple checked the findings his worse fears were being realized.

"Kark, no not this" BB whispered out loud.

​The contagion was unique but BB recognized the base genetic markers from something in his past on Taris. It was mutated and acted different in a few unique ways but their was no doubt what it was... The Rakghoul plague. Feverishly BB ran tests on his own blood, checking it again results he had stored from in the data banks and was surprised and confused by the results.... He was infected but each test he ran showed the infection decreasing by a significant factor, at this rate within an hour it would be eradicated from his system.

How is this possible he thought? Unsure what this meant he decided to continue running test. Till then he open a coded channel to the general.

"General, its BB. I have some bad news, the area around grid 52 is contaminated with sith spawn, it is a new strain of the Rakghoul virus. I'm continuing to research this and will update you once I know more. Till then I would advise everyone to avoid contact and above all do not get bitten or scratched by these things less you become one. "

 

[Runi Verin]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Crash site?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Cuss up a storm[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="Gabriel Lethe"]. Probably.

[SIZE=9pt]Her foray back to the world of the conscious could be described as a journey of parts.

It was her sense of smell that made the first step. The scent of burnt plastiods and scorched metals tugging her mind back to some form of coherency. Her nose wrinkling as she picked out the all too familiar scent of blood; a coppery twang that she could marry with the thick, gloopy taste in her mouth. It seemed her sense of taste was the second to return to the fold. If it was all the same, she’d rather it hadn’t.

The faint noises of a pain ridden groan, one she was perhaps eighty percent certain wasn’t hers, sounded the triumphant return of her hearing. Letting her know two things. One, there was someone else out there, beyond the black haze that surrounded her. And two, perhaps more importantly, she wasn’t alone in feeling like she’d just gone ten rounds with a barabel shockboxer champion.

Ah, pain. Another sensation she really could have done without. As if waiting for her to return to a suitable level of consciousness, it struck her from behind, lighting up her back with a molten spiderweb of agony. A sharp hiss escaped her; eyes fluttering as she fought to shake the last tangles that tried to bind her to the darkness. Someone let out a choice oath. A Mandalorian expletive that she knew could have only come from her own lascerated tongue. Gabriel looked a little too soft to use language like tha---[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Gabriel[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].

The name alone was enough to cut the final hold. The last few moments of V-39-xKK99939111119290xxxx7’s gallant attempt to defy the odds bombarding her into wakeful, painful living.

Her eyes snapped open and were instantly blinded by the light, searing her retinas like a hot knife, cuing yet another round of expletives. Hell, in situations like this, there was hardly a need to ration them. She pulled out the full catalogue; even the obscure, borderline obscene ones that she scarcely knew the meaning of. They sounded the right side of guttural and that was enough right now, complementing the full blackened litany that was Runi Verin’s life right now.

It only really halted when she stopped for air; the momentary pause giving her long enough to remember how to squint. A figure – no face – swam into bleary view. Too close for comfort. Way too close for comfort, in fact. The kind of proximity that triggered an automatic reflex.

She swung.

And she swung hard.[/SIZE]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

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

Inch by inch Gabriel was reclaiming his arm underneath Runi’s body. It was delicate work not to wake her u-

What followed next was a storm of expletives erupting only an inch from Gabey’s head. This meant that he received the full blunt of the numerous decibels being raged at his general direction.

It was because of this and the fact that he was still trying to pull his arm free that he did not notice Verin suddenly lashing out with her arm.

Bam!

Her fist connected solidly with his face - to be more specific: with his left cheek - it was lucky that the close proximity didn’t allow her to put too much force into the punch, also the fact that she was just as exhausted and in pain as he was. But that did nothing to make Gabey feel better.

“What the FETH was that for!” The lad grunted out, before pushing her away from him with his one free arm.

Freedom! His other arm dislodged from underneath her weight and he was free again.

Trying to stand up didn’t do much good though. His vision swam, the sudden pressure on his limbs intensified all the aches across his bodies… no, no, no this didn’t feel pleasant.

“Force, Vixen. Can you tone down that fury of yours for two seconds. My body already ached enough without another fist-sized bruise adding to the repertoire.” He rubbed his face while leaning against the wall.

Well, at least my shades are still a-okay.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Demonsgate - Planetside
Allies: The Underground ( [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Ria Misrani"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"])
Enemies: The Black Rose ([member="Sanya Val Swift"]) / Unknown "Bugs"
Objective: 'Allo Beastie!

The crew of the cutter could probably see him now. Any sort of intelligent predator eventually realized when its foe was beyond simple tactics. Glavo stood in a ring of four or five, maybe more, corpses, with at least as many more circling him, waiting. They seemed to be waiting, though for what he knew not. Each cocked their head to the side, and one lashed a slimy red tongue at the air. Seemingly it was tasting the air, as if searching out fear. Though he knew well the odds against survival, so long as the young ones got back to the ship without injury, the price was worth the pay. A life was the currency of the one living it, to be spent as he willed and wished it to be so, in whatever manner he saw fit. The defense of the innocent and those on such sides were worthy.

Directly conscious thought was flitting about, but his instincts were still strained. Beasts circling him had adapted a rather submissive posture, and suddenly the ground shook, as ones on the Eastern flank withdrew screeching in terror, not to be seen again. Something from a nightmare far worse than even the others charged, multiple arms flailing with razor-sharp bone claws shaped like swords for hands. True to training, Glavo reacted by stepping aside in a spin, vaulting over a stampeding minion beast. His MP-1 drew from his holster smoothly, and with two barking shots to the back of the head as he spun above it in free-leap, and it fell, brain matter scattered from exit wounds.

Landing, he skidded, almost falling over and definitely stumbling as the larger beast swung a claw at him, rending his left shoulder. The armor held, just barely, but the blunt impact fractured bone and left him wincing, a deep grimace of pain and shallow, ragged breathing from his bodily shock at the dump of endorphins and adrenaline. Rising up, his hand with the pistol emptied the entire gun into the beast as it faced him with a wicked grin and licked its lips. End was likely nigh, and so he dropped the empty gun into its' holster and raised his lightsaber in his good hand, a formal salute given to the creature. Oddly enough, there was not a trace of mockery in it. Abomination though it might be, this was a worthy opponent.

"Glavo to any listening... Facing some enhanced form of the bugs, rather nasty and large, four armed bugger. Fairly heavily injured, one arm useless. Extraction highly unlikely, need some back-up"

Dropping into a guarded stance, he smirked an old smirk that not many but [member="Keira Ticon"] had seen. It was full of cocksureness, faith in ability, and acceptance of the absurd. Death may indeed claim him this day, but if so, he would take this bugger down with him. And it would suffer every inch he dragged it. For a moment, almost, he could see a woman with dark hair and yellow eyes shaking her head at him on a planet of black sand, but the image was distorted and foggy. Banishing it took only a moments concentration before he moved, his left arm guarded at his abdomen and flopping about uselessly.

"Come now... Lets you and I dance real nice and slow, you ugly sod..."

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: - Planet side, aboard The Shining Starr, Demonsgate
Allied: The Underground( [member="Glavo Pahro"] [member="Raachwaroo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="ria masrani"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] )
Enemies: Per my hero "bugs, rather nasty and large"
Objective: Doctor heal thy self!

"Glavo to any listening... Facing some enhanced form of the bugs, rather nasty and large, four armed bugger. Fairly heavily injured, one arm useless. Extraction highly unlikely, need some back-up"

Things sounded bad out there, BB wanted to help Glavo but first needed to be sure he wouldn't become part of the problem. With another round of tests in and the results were the same, virus levels dropping, but how? BB compared his tests again with those from months back and he was beginning to understand what was transpiring in his body. Somehow his body was winning, producing antibodies and nullifying the virus's ability to produce. He saw the results but still didn't understand, Biituians had a genetically weak immune system, in all fairness this should have lead to a boost in the virus's reproduction. Surely it couldn't have been the broad spectrum anti virals, while good for weak infections this sith spawn virus should have run over them no problem. Then it hit him...

I'm Tarisian too. I don't have a Biituian immune system. I have my father's.... The people of Taris fought for melenia with the Gakghoul plague, but it has eventually died off. The people grew resistant... They passed that on to their offspring... The antibodies to fight this have been in my blood all this time.... This variation must be close enough for my body to recognize and fight it.

BB quickly began to comb through any and all texts he could find on inoculations, he had the cure, now he needed to get it our of him somehow...

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Demonsgate, Going to Check Point Dorn.
Allied: The Underground ( [member="Glavo Pahro"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Raachwaroo"])
Enemies: EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T HUMAN, or a Wookiee in an X-Wing.
Objective: RUN LIKE THE KARKIN' WIND!

WELP! Fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Ria girl. She swore she could hear old man Tylo naggin' at her already. She heard the Wookiee say something, but she uh, didn't quite get all of it. Instead she was busy firing her blaster and slapping in her second to last cell. Thankfully her stun baton was working just fine. She smacked a few of the buggars around before finally laying eyes on the Jedi, [member="Glavo Pahro"]. "HEY JEDI GUY!" She shouts running toward him, and as she approaches she can see him in the midst of a battle with what looked like the mother of all beasties. "SWEET MOTHER OF SPICE!" Ria shouts upon seeing the creature and then looks back at the angry mob of beasties behind her. Giving the Jedi a salute, she makes a mad dash right in the middle of their little Red Light Standoff.

Running across this battlefield with [member="Raachwaroo"] not to far behind in his X-Wing. Ria gets back on comms and in between breaths, "hey, Bryce - I know you're nursing a wound up there, but you know - a little fire power down here could help, too! SON OF A HUTT!" She yelps as she leaps up dodging acid spits and splashes turning just enough so she can fire at a few of the beasties. "EAT THIS YOU KARKIN' SLIMEBALLS!"

"CAW CAW FISAKRU!" She shouts rolling behind barrels and spice knew what else was around here as she approached a facility. Sithspawns? THEY ACTUALLY EXIST? Ria doesn't believe what she's seeing, big Cat things, Sithspawn-y Cat things. "WHAT IN THE BLUE ABYSS IS THIS PLANET?!" Well she knew the answer to that but all she could think off was, run and hide as she slipped and slid behind a particularly interestin' lookin' fella, [member="Vilaz Munin"]. Tipping her at to him as she slid behind him.

Looking up as she finally came to a stop not to far from him, she lifted her hat and gazed up as the bugs were now engaged in fighting said Sithspawn-y Cat things. "Hi, I'm Ria." She says to the guy in front of her, way to go Ria this is you literally being the equivalent of a Rebellion era stormtrooper you couldn't hit the broadside of a Uxibeast. "I swear I normally shoot a lot better than this." She squeezes off one large overpowered shot that once more sends her flying back based on recoil alone, but she does manage to land one helluva shot between the eyes of one beastie. "So, uh, you come here often?" The young slicer says in a manner that is more indicative of coping, than it is of anything else.

 

[Raachwaroo]

Location: Planetside
Allies: [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Glavo Pahro"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] and the whole Underground
Enemies: Sithspawn, Sithzilla, and any Black Rose still scuttling around here.
Objecetive: Initiate ancient human war technique, specifically used on buildings or music videos.

Rung was, well... that's not important. Raachwaroo was blasting with only his rotating minigun on the front of the ship. Taking out the ones close to Ria was his first objective as the other guy had a lightsaber. That kinda weapon only went to people who really knew what they were doing so he didn't help out as much with the Sithzilla. Though a moment cleared up and he saw an opportunity to help the monk jedi. Rung was notified of the plan and translated to basic over the ships speakers.

"Moooooooove!!!" He cried out in his chill dialect. Raachwaroo had backed up quite a bit and smiled as he was about to show off his more reckless personality flaw. Turning up the power to the thrusters he boosted off towards the sithzilla and tilted the angle upwards that way the one thing coming at a line of sithspawn and finally the larger one was an empty crate. Coming in like a wrecking ball, never hitting so hard before.

In hindsight this was a really good idea, being susceptible to zombie strains and such a ship was one of the safest places, unless these things started flying and such.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Continuing personal arch...

Kira awoke to heavy coughing on her behalf. Thick layers of dust having covered her face and as such had managed to coat her mouth and throat in a chocking embrace. The complete lack of oxygen was only match by the sheer darkness and costraphobic surrounds of what was at one time a mining tunnel beneath the now removed Phrik mines.
With effort Kira managed to get to her knees, bringing up a load of dust ridden flem. A faint red glow illuminated parts of the cavern that she had found herself in, remnants of flames from the explosions and destruction from the miners arrogance.
“Great.” She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “Just great.” Something was broken, her left arm possibly? She tried to move her wrist and was answered only with pain. Not the best situation. Glancing around she gathered together a nearby twisted piece of metal and with a piece of torn clothing put together a makeshift splint.

After tremors of the caves falling in on themselves could still be heard and felt as Kira started to make her way down along a gap that she had found in the cavern. She had to take it slow and with her body squat to the ground in order to get through, but it was better then staying in an area that had recently seen piles of dirt land loosely upon it. Besides she had no idea how deep she was.

Another hour passed, or at least that is what it felt like and Kira had slowly wound her way through several tunnels and even a fully intact mining shaft that had allowed her to head upwards for several levels towards the surface. However after the ease of that particular shaft things only got more difficult.
Her energy was starting to fade and the thin oxygen that did remain wasn’t fuelling her at all. Her muscles gave up and suddenly she found herself on the floor. All will to carry on disappearing.

“Kira…”

 

[Casandrae Vau]

Location: In the control room
Objective: Chokepoint Besh
Enemies: All those dead ppl
Allies: All those living ppl

Casandra moved over to the mainframe and got to work. And what work it was! For a moment Cas needed to orient herself, the hardware much more difficult but at least it was in a relatively large, well-lit area. She plays with a console, and studies the servers, Ignoring the technician's offer to help. She has the defenses shut down for a reboot first, at least the guns would be silent for a few minutes. Then she heads over and replacing the current IFF (Identify Friend Foe) data-slate with the Paladins'. Now, every Paladin vessel, as well as everyone now who identified with their employers, would be safe- everyone else would be blown to kingdom come.

The systems all restarted and began recalibrating, which took an uncomfortable amount of time. But stiil, the defense matrix began to comply, and Cas proudly watched as the enemies and friends on the holofeed switched around. She locks the system with a strong encryption.

"The defenses are ours." She said to [member="The Banshee"] triumphantly.

 

[The Banshee]

Location: Inside defense complex control room​

Objective: Chokepoint Besh​

Allies: Alive ppl​

Enemies: Dead ppl​

​

As [member="Casandrae Vau"] was busy working on the defense matrix, the Banshee was playing bodyguard. Several people tried to storm into the room at several different times, only to be met with laser bolts going clean through their head. He even got an opportunity to use his dagger as a security guard got a little too close for comfort. Blood would jet from his jugular like a geyser as he fell to the ground thrashing like a fish out of water.​

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The walls splashed with a new dash of red, Axel high-fived Kaiga when she finished her job. He would pull out a datapad and send a message on an encrypted file to both Janus and [member="Jorus Merrill"].​

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/initiate transmission​

​

Chokepoint Besh has been successfully overridden by friendly forces per the client's request. The Consortium fleet is now inbound, its ships preparing to effectively block the point. Planetary defense matrix has been reprogrammed to the Underground's agenda. Consortium forces will now defend the point until instructed otherwise.​

​

/end transmission​

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Crash site?
Objective: Assess the damage.
Allies: [member="Gabriel Lethe"]. Probably.

If there was even a flicker of guilt for slugging Gabriel, the man that may very well have saved her life by both dragging her out of the cargo bay and cushioning her impact, it was quickly squashed. All things considered, he was lucky he’d made it as long as he had without tasting her fist. Vixen Fury, indeed. She should have hit him back in the cargo bay. And don’t even get her started on what she owed Darn Poo.

“You’re lucky I pulled the punch.” A tenuous half-truth; she’d been too disorientated to really put her full weight behind it, let alone call upon the force to really do some damage. She dragged herself up into a half-sitting, half-sprawled position as she tried to take stock of what the kark had transpired while they were out. Ignoring the sharp stab her side made at the movement. “I told you, it’s Runi. Two syllables. roo-Nee. Even you should be able to handle that much.”

While more versed in seeing wrecks from the opposite perspective, she still knew one when she saw one. Loose wires sparked and danced freely between the access points, surging in time with the dull flicker of emergency lighting. The smell of burnt plastic was stronger now, coinciding with the dark smoke that was seeping through the battered ventilation. Ironically, unless Darn Poo had done some aftermarket modifications on V-39-xKK99939111119290xxxx7, she was pretty sure it was coming from the fire suppression unit. That alone was enough to bring that small, half-smirk back to her lips. A morbid sight given the situation. An uncontrolled fire was never a good sign on a vessel, more so when it was between the walls and decking.

Turning her attentions back to a more personal inventory, she ran a hand over her side, once more ignoring the protests her body registered. Fortunately, beyond being battered and bruised on the surface, nothing felt broken or overly loose. Whether that was a true assessment or not, only time would tell, but for now Runi was willing to chalk it up as a lucky escape. “Cracked rib, pretty sure a busted servo in my arm and, considering I’m not too put out that you’re alive, probably one hell of a concussion. You? ”

 

[Kira Vaal]

“Kira.”

Her eyes, brown in colour shot open once more. The oppressing darkness that had been having faded away to allow a dull blue glow to embrace the space in which she lay.
Her breathing was still laboured but it felt anew and aided by some force outside of her knowledge.
Indeed she was even questioning how she had gotten here so far beneath the ground.

“Kira.”

Her sight fell on a form that had taken presence nearby, both their in physicality and not at the same time. A robed source of light that cast itself over the cave with a warming essence. Her eyes met that of the woman’s face, staring into them instantly recognising the familiarity of their appearance.

“Help.” Kira’s voice was patchy and worn, exhausted through her ordeal.

“You are taking your first steps alone now.” The woman’s voice was on the air, yet also in her mind. A strange echo of sorts that carried across her material understanding. Each word felt distant yet more intimate that could ever be understood. “You shall continue onwards as you ever have.”

Kira swore the cave was moving yet not a single effort was put into her muscles. She merely led there muttering at the blue shade before her.
“Who are you?”

“All will be answered in time young one.” The form drew nearer to Kira, kneeling down to be next to her. “You are strong in the Force, your blood carries with it more ability then you shall ever understand. You need to be put on the correct path before you are consumed.” Kira felt a shiver down her spine. “You shall leave this place and pursue my own path, there you will learn, there you will understand.” A warmth spread across Kira’s face as a hand caressed her cheek. “Now rise as a Knight of the Jedi Kira and go embrace your destiny.”

The woman disappeared. The cave had disappeared. In fact Kira herself was stood alone on the volcanic plains of Demonsgate with no mine or cavern in sight. Her energy was full, her aches gone. Yet in her hand something strange had remained, a cube, no bigger then her palm and made of a bronze finish. A trinket of what she had just experienced perhaps?

All she knew was that she was lucky to be alive.

“Commander [member="Jorus Merrill"]. Charlwook. Newka. Anybody.” Kira spoke into the com-channel on her wrist. “This is Captain Kira Vaal. I need a pick-up.”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Pembric II
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]

"Yes, sand and sun, and fruity drinks with the little umbrellas." Pembric was supposedly home to a number of white sandy beaches that Draco wouldn't mind laying out on once the fighting and liberation was over. "It wouldn't hurt you to relax on some beach in the outer rim for a few days either, Princess." He smiled at her as the turbolift stopped and the doors hissed open to the command deck.

"I know it seems like we are always in some kind of conflict, but it will slow down for me some soon." His people needed a break, needed to return to their farms and to their families for a time, especially since he was taking up responsibility and titles with the people of Alderaan. The Mandalorians would likely be settling on Alderaan some in the near future.

"I don't know. Alyesa has always been a bit of an Ice Queen towards me, you know. Our only meeting was purely business. I'm not sure about her motives. I think she's probably just adjusting." He didn't rightly know, the woman who was Faith's sister had only met with him once, and the Crown Princess had only focused on paying for defense forces and letting the Mandalorians assist in defending the planet.

"But, I wouldn't worry too much about all that. We are on the outer rim, there has been no sign of any approaching enemy fleets, we have early detection systems giving us hours of notice, and no one can bother you with problems." Draco smile stayed on his face as they walked onto the bridge, men and women sitting calmly at their stations, the viewscreens covering the transparisteel windows displaying tactical data. But Draco pulled her towards an office attached to the bridge, the admiralty's office.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

"General Merrill to [member="Kira Vaal"]. Heading your way."

The picture in the Demonsgate system, at least so far as the D'Lessio's gear and Jorus' instincts could detect, was grim by acceptable. The civilian evac -- the Black Rose sympathizers, and the terrified innocents they'd whipped into a panic -- was well underway. Most of those ships had departed, some using jump points that Jorus didn't have. A quick instinctive-astrogation jaunt had taken him along the linked, unknown routes, enough to verify that the Black Rose had somehow forged a back route to Demonsgate. A secret route that skipped some, maybe all, of the Rift and the Kathol Outback. That was a thing worth knowing, but Demonsgate's troubles required his attention. The situation had developed in his time away. Vaal was down and needed aid, Bantam had apparently run into some manner of especially nasty Sithspawn, and a suicidal self-destruct in the phrik mine had been narrowly averted. And, of course, the admitted war criminal Sanya Val Lerium had escaped by using the civilian evac as human shielding. But that was a problem for another day.

The D'Lessio slipped down through the atmosphere of Demonsgate. The attack ship shed velocity, circling over what Jorus felt to be Vaal's location. The sensors confirmed it: Demonsgate's population qualified as 'sparse.' It was, after all, possibly the most remote world in the galaxy.

The ramp dropped, and Jorus squinted through the dust his landing had kicked up. His cybernetic eyes zoomed and enhanced -- and then widened as he recognized the metal-and-crystal cube she held.

"What do we have here..."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: In a pile of Rubble
Allies: The Underground ( [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Ria Misrani"] )
Enemies: BUGS!
Objective: Ow..

Glavo sagged, dizzy and weak, as the beast faced him. Easily four or five times taller, the thing was the very definition of a goliath. And his name was not David. Squaring up, he brought the saber in his hand up, wincing but ignoring the pain as he gripped the blade double handed in a classic dueling pose. Straight backed, knees relaxed, death grimace on his bearded face. He stalked forward, slowly, and the larger creature cocked its' head, infernal intelligence shining in its' eyes as it gazed at the former Jedi. Something within him, at this moment, spoke to it, for it ducked its' head almost like a bow or nod, before roaring challenge.

"Koccic sulng il pla... Min min vil ut valle Nharquis"

That was all he needed, with a sprint of speed, he was suddenly not there again. His form appeared on the top of the things head, saber gripped in a blade-down hold. With both hands, he slammed the blade home into an eye socket, a bubbling hiss from the melted goo of its ocular organ as it shrieked and thrashed, throwing him from it's head to slam into the rubble and slide down, finally beaten. Battered. Pain spiked and screamed in his body as what felt like several bones, including his back, broke. Darkness took him as the saber clattered from his grip, covered in more and more collapsing rubble, the image of the yellow eyed, dark haired woman again in his mind.

"Doaba ol'val tru min Larel"

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: - Planet side, aboard The Shining Starr, Demonsgate
Allied: The Underground( [member="Glavo Pahro"] [member="Raachwaroo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ria Masrani"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] )
Enemies: Per my hero "bugs, rather nasty and large"
Objective: Doctor heal thy self!

The kid was sweating profusely at this point, he body in full combat mode against the foreign infection. In turn BB was talking blood sample after sample, while replacing his lost fluids with plasma and glusose from his ships supplies. The plan he had devised was simple, he did have the means to replicate the antibodies with any equipment on board so he instead used his own body as a factory to produce them, forcing it to full production mode through medical means.

With he slowly growing antibody supply in had he mixed them in a bacta solution and combine that with immune boosters and other viral suppressors, by the time he was done some hours later he was physically spent but force himself onward with three treatments in hand. Before he could begin testing them however BB needed to see to his friends. While he had been feverishly working inside the Starr, they had been battling the spawn outside. Now with the mother creature vanquished they seemed to be in full retreat which was good news for all and a much needed rest bit.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

[member="Glavo Pahro"] and anyone else around

Location: looking through rubble, planetside


Booted-feet crunched through the rocky debris. Even with the hellish landscape, there was clear evidence of a recent battle. Not to mention the giant, freshly killed....bugs? Toe prodded one of the bodies hesitantly. Long dead.

Lucky for Matt. Unlucky for bug.

A small medical bag hung on his broad shoulder. Hazel-gaze scanned the rubble. His untrained empathic skills in the force could pick up the pain. A sentient's pain.

Didn't take the young man long to spot the garb of a fellow under grounder. The pain he felt from the stranger spiked too. Quickly kneeling down, his hands began to clear the rubble.

"Don't know if you can hear me, mister. But my name's Matt and I'm a medic. I'm here to help."

Standard lines taught in med school to prevent lawsuits. Or sabers to the gut. One hand kept moving, clearing the way. His other hand already had a scanner out, hovering it over the guy's body.

The mint leaves Matt habitually chewed stayed tucked in the back of his teeth. It helped the herbalist's son to concentrate. And for this case? He was gonna need all his concentration.