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Shippin' My Pants [Rebel Alliance/Imperial Remnant]

Aurelia Grata

Crinan Practioner and Freedom Fighter
In a sublevel of the Fort Herald of Peace nearly a hundred men women and children of varying ages packed into the dark cells of the Detention Level. These people were being held indefinitely due to their particular association or ties to the Rebels. Some may have known family members still at large, others had participated in attacking military check points and killing Imperial and Crinan soldiers alike. Labelled ‘terrorists’ and sent to the depths of an Imperial prison. The price of the Imperial Order was high on the souls whom defied it…

A special section was guarded by a platoon of storm troopers where the Imperial Security Bureau kept a number of people considered most radical or dangerous. In one of these rooms a young girl was sitting on her knees bound in chains with a number of devices to keep her subdued. She was gifted with the force. The ISB and Crinan Royalists deemed her a danger and she would have been in standing in front of a firing squad, but she was needed to draw out her brother and the other rebels.

Terrorist; Rebel; Witch; Freedom Fighter; Peasant; Practitioner; Teenager

Aurelia Grata felt pain

A pain unlike any other. The pain of the emotions of all those around her were seeping deep into her soul. Her whole body was in pain. A broken rib, track marks from the interrogator droids. Her eyes were swollen and face bruised. Hours of interrogation by the Imperial Security Bureau had broken her in so many ways yet she had nothing to give. No grandiose plan of over throwing the Imperials. The rebellion was nothing more than smoldering embers seeking to simply sting the beast that was the Imperial warmachine. Resist. Fight. Die. All that was left in life for Aurelia and those who remained in the shadows.

Her eyes drifted around the padded room where there were no windows. Chains had her limbs bound in an awkward manner from moving. Aurelia was a witch to her people or a force user to the Imperials. She was one of the few Crinan Rebels who had continued to resist after the Great Liberation as the loyalist bastards called it. Aurelia and her Brother had tried to bomb the Imperial diplomats and royalists during their meetings but the Imperials had thwarted this attack. In the confusion Aurelia had lost her brother and had been stunned by several storm troopers.
Tears mingled with the blood that trickled from Aurelia’s wounds and sores. Sobbing for the better part of the day left her drained... The fear was palpable from those others who had been rounded up by the Imperials and deemed to be too dissident to remain in society. Transported as work labor to the planet Nicoleta.

‘Slavery. A worse state of life than what we had fought against, I’ve failed, I’ve failed…’ Aurelia’s connection to the force was once calm and neutral in spirit. Yet the events of the last few weeks, months and years had eroded her once naïve and go lucky spirit. The sorrow, anger and hate was culminating in to the dark side consuming her mind.
Now though she could not resist. She could not fight back. She could not even die…
She tried to move her left hand to wipe away the tears but a shock from wrist cuff forced the arm into temporary paralysis.

NO” She bellowed a scream. Rage boiled up inside of her. “Those bastards, those bastards, those bastards, I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill all of them!

A klaxon began to wail and several storm troopers entered the room with shock batons and weapons set in a mixture of stun and kill. Aurelia struggled against the chains that bound her she tried to snap at one of the troopers who moved to strike her. Although physically bound the force did not require one to move if the will was there. Drawing upon the dark side she lashed out with magic and threw a trooper against the wall. Another she began strangle and lifted off the ground. The storm trooper fought to release the invislbe handles crushing his carotid arteries. Finally another trooper struck her hard on her head sending shock waves through her body.

She cried out into the ether that is the force begging for someone to help her before passing out…


[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"]
 
(OOC note: Sorry for all the delays folks, finals and work have had me preoccupied.)

Robb had elected to sit out of the initial meet and greet, preferring to sit and watch, at least for the first round. He remained atop his improvised seat as Corvetta strutted hey way into the cargo hold and down the loading ramp, with all the gusto and panache he'd come to expect from her. True enough, when they'd first met he had been taken aback by the boldness of her character, but by now, after all this time, it was old hat. They'll never know what hit them.

Robb could hear voices coming from below, but was having a hard time making out the words. He pushed himself from the crate with a grunt, hooked his thumbs in his belt, and strode over towards the ramp. For all her bravado, Corvetta might need his help. Time to go to work.

He arrived at the top of the ramp just in time to catch Corvetta taking a snapshot with the man who, judging by his uniform, had to be in charge. Robb couldn't help but crack a grin at that, he'd have to trouble Corvetta for a peek at that shot later. But his grin was short lived, as the Storm Troopers began to form up below, and with their guns at the ready. One of the lot began shouting directives, it appeared he hadn't noticed Robb yet.

"Alright hands up where we can see them, I want all your crew to wait here by the entrance..."

Jumpy buggers, It's like they want to find trouble. Robb remained where he was at the top of the ramp, and elected to keep his hands where they were. Both his blaster and his knife were plainly visible, if the imps had a problem they could discuss it with him like a person, and not bark in his face like dogs. If this was to be a routine sweep this aggression was undue, and spoke volumes of the "Empire's finest". I hope Kohai and Davik have solved any issues back there, 'cause here comes the bucket brigade.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Caius Flavian"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
 

Kara Runo

Callsign "Widow Maker"
((No worries m8 I'm lagging behind on this one too; hopefully we get through this search soon))

As I ascended the ramp a figure loomed at the top. The troopers who held the point raised their rifles up at the man. I walked right up the individual noting the sidearm and knife in plain view. I looked the man from top to bottom then compared him to the crew manifest on my datapad. Short Dark brown hair, a set of pale blue eyes, young in age, some facial hair, “You must be Robb Killian, says here you are the Security Coordinator and Co-pilot of the Lost Cause? In that case I would like it if all your crew could stand by here with you and allow these troopers to proceed. Due to some discrepancies between our scans of your vessel and the manifests we received these troopers will be performing a much more thorough inspection of this vessel” I had managed to gain control of my jealous streak from a moment ago and put up a calm and collective tone. “Of course full disclosure will result in a much smoother search of this fine vessel.” I didn’t want to come off as sarcastic. For my own rust bucket of a sentinel meant loads to me. In fact the personalities thus far between that Salvo woman and this muscle man was so familiar to me. Nostalgia of plying the trade routes of the mid rim with my father and mother travelling on different freighters and corvettes to get around. ‘I grew up among people like you, the bravado is unnecessary and will just make things worse…’ I thought before realizing I was standing between a wall of blasters at my back and this big guy.
"I'm glad you have your personal weapons out and visible for us, easily accountable I see"

[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]
 
(OOC note: I hate to make things drag, but I'll leave it to Corvetta and Caius to initiate the search, seeing as there's to be a tour of sorts.)

Robb didn't like the way this woman looked at him. But then, he didn't much like the way any women looked at him. Still, the way she appeared to size him up, assess his worth, and judge him did her little credit in Robb's eyes. She spoke as if knowing his name was the same as knowing him, and though her tone remained civil, her assessment was written plainly on her face. He fought to keep his jaw from clenching. Probably best to keep my karking mouth shut. Still, the way her eyes flicked to his blaster. Did she see him as a threat? What does she think I'm going to do? Charge this boarding party myself?

"...Due to some discrepancies between..."

Robb took care to reveal nothing, though the urge to grin was a hard one to suppress. 'Discrepancies'? Lady, I hope the 'discrepancies' are all you find.

"...I'm glad you have your personal weapons out and visible for us, easily accountable I see."

Robb would differ to Corvertta's judgement, she was the people person after all. He leaned slightly to the side and craned his neck, looking past the woman and her retinue, and down at where Corvetta stood with the officer. "Your call, Corvy."

He hated the idea of letting these goons poke around the ship, especially in light of their special cargo, but it was out of his hands now. All he could do was go with the flow and hope the karking rebels knew how to keep their mouths shut.


[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Caius Flavian"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"].
 
My call... There was a very awkward pause as the Imp offered Corvetta his arm. This was not a particularly normal occurrence in her universe. Oh boy, my call... She scrunched her eyebrows at Robb and accepted the Lieutenant Commander's arm without complaint.

"Yeah, um... snazzy," the pilot remarked, as everyone seemed to be looking at her about whether anyone got to snoop around on their ship. Being the sorta-captain-sorta-not was a big responsibility, apparently. "Yeah. We'll have to show you our really high-tech security system! Since you guys don't seem to crank about much, I mean." Not so much an insult as it was a prod to get them to focus on the aspect of the ship that might sound most suspicious and not the actual suspicious stuff. It also led to another idea.

Corvetta knew it was stupid. Oh, it was the worst idea ever. But why spoil any fun you can have when it might just make everything work out? Really! "Make sure Koko and her boyfriend..." Boyfriend, Killer. That... guy. Come on, comrade. Hopefully what little she could communicate without attracting notice would make it through to Robb. They totally planned these things out beforehand, you know... "...are all dressed and stuff." She nearly cringed at her own words, but it would be the best explanation for the extra blip she expected the Imperials had detected. If someone could dig that weirdo out of the compartment in time before the Stormies got there, they might be able to get away with some story about eloping or whatever it was people do these days.

Yeah, it was stupid.

[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"]
 
Robb was puzzled, but knew Corvetta well enough to follow her lead, and nodded his acknowledgment. He turned to the imperial who had been addressing him.

"Right then, I'll fetch the others..." he said, pausing momentarily. It hadn't occurred to him until that moment that the woman had failed to identify herself. He decided to play it safe while addressing her. "...ma'am." With that, he spun on his heels and marched up the ramp.

Boyfriend? Kohai has a... Then it all clicked. The rebel who'd snuck out of hiding, the "discrepancy". ...ah. Having cleared the ramp, Robb walked across the cargo hold to the wall-comm. That's simple enough to work.

He keyed the wall comm, he'd have to choose his words carefully, "Davik. Kohai. Imp's want us all out front so they can tear the ship apart. And "Peaches", better bring your little friend..." he switched to Huttese for the last bit, just for flavor. "...they want everyone."

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Caius Flavian"]

[member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
 

Kara Runo

Callsign "Widow Maker"
I let loose a sigh. I strode a little further up the ramp the troopers in tow until we all were standing in the cargo bay of the ship. It appeared this Robb Killian and Corvetta Salvo were going to give full cooperation. I raised a hand beckoned the Sergeant to stand at ease. The troopers came up did a standard sweep of the room of room before slinging their blaster carbines. When the man spoke over the intercom he switched for a moment to huttese. Now I had never grasped the language written nor did I actually understand how to produce such guttural nonsense, but after spending a good portion of my youth around in what was essentially a band of space gypsies I could understand some of the words. Really the only the swear words hutts use was the most I really ever picked up, but that wouldn't be appropriate to just blurt out my random knowledge of such things. Still it, piqued my curiosity ‘I wonder why he bothered to do that?’ I looked back to see that Salvo lady latched onto Caius and the jealousy nearly hit a boiling point. I mentally kicked myself and snapped back to my military bearing.

I turned back to the security coordinator and decided it would be best to introduce myself
My apologies mister Killian, we may have started off on the wrong foot here. It sounds like you are cooperating and given the circumstances of regional security right now we can’t let up. We've had a number of terrorist attacks at the capital any strange discrepancies must be thoroughly vetted. Lest more civilians and military personnel become harmed. I am Ensign Kara Runo of his and her Majesty’s Imperial Star Fleet” I offered my hand to the man. Something Caius had told me would always help in making things go a long way with new people.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Kara"] Runo [member="Caius Flavian"]

[member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
 

Caius Flavian

Faction Admin - The Galactic Republic
As the Lady Salvo shouted up instructions to her big burly looking crew member I couldn’t help but smile. ‘Ah good an easy day then no troopers shouting blast them, no explosions, just peace, but why is my gut saying otherwise right now?’ I pondered again for a moment. It was odd that this women and her crew even knew the route to get here. Granted the Luminita system had been discovered most likely by smugglers three centuries ago and that is what sparked the initial rebellion. I began to fall back on my intelligence training. Despite having a focus and specializing in the Diplomatic Services of the Intelligence branch I still had received extensive training in the basic’s of understanding intrigue. The old code, the discrepant number of passengers and crew. She had already mentioned there would be ‘oh what did she say…‘reps’ was what she referred to them as?’ I led the young lady I decided to play along with what was beginning to feel increasingly like a charade. “Ah nothing like young love, I remember a time like that. I was once married not but a decade ago…" Sincerity was in my voice as I trailed off there for a moment.

I was utilizing this moment of weakness to gain empathy.
Using the truth to garner trust, ‘I’m sorry my sweet heart to have used your memory for personal gain…’ A flicker of genuine sorrow crossed my face but resolved to a smile as I broached a new topic one to press home an issue…
Lady Salvo, I was quite curious as to how you obtained the codes to enter this system? We presently are not allowing commercial enterprises into this system due to the host governments desire to remain isolated. These representatives you speak of and your crew are welcome to stay here on Rodica for the evening but I’m afraid that some sort of mix up must have occurred in the acquisition of my old code… Must have been a pretty interesting credit figure to have purchased a military clearance code” I left the conversation at that for her reaction to those last remarks would aide in giving me a read on the true intentions. It was a bold gamble to be so forthright but I had no desire to have combat erupt. Besides the young lady was a bold and dashing type. My eyes caught the glaring glance that the ensign gave over her shoulder at me and the smuggler captain. ‘I’ll have to explain later why I’m acting this way… that will not be a fun conversation…

I had guided her up to the top and into the circle of troopers standing by. I kept her close but in a cordial and polite manner. Years in the high society of the coreworld’s nobility had made being a gentleman second nature.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Kara Runo"]

[member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
 
"Davik. Kohai. Imp's want us all out front so they can tear the ship apart. And "Peaches" better bring your little friend..."

Kohai came to a stop seconds before coming into view when she heard her crewmate over the ship-wide comm.

Little friend? what in the-?

"...they want everyone." Robb had spoken that last bit in Huttese. It was obviously for emphasis, but why?

...Oh... Right... Tossing the tails of her lucky scarf behind her, Kohai took off as quietly as she could to the compartment containing their "guests", muttering uncharacteristic expletives the whole way.

Dropping to her knees, the engineer slid to a stop before the hidden panel, practiced hands a blur as she cracked the seal. Quickly scanning the hole before her, the frazzled girl found her target immediately. Taking a firm hold of the troublemaker's arm, Kohai yanked him up as hard as she could, a cocktail of adrenaline and determination giving her a much-needed boost.

With all the fury she could muster, she half hissed-half snarled a simple command down to him. "You're a guest! Play along!" Emerald eyes shone purposefully behind the unkempt disaster that was her hair, almost daring him to misbehave.

After the longest few seconds in recent memory, Kohai re-sealed the hidden compartment, thanking the stars they'd elected to keep it sequestered from the rest of their cargo. Grabbing her "little friend" by the wrist, Kohai began the monumental task of trying to think of a justification for an unregistered guest. Hopefully she could just follow someone's lead, some small part of her refusing to be the one at fault if things with the buckets got tangled.

Fine... Everything's fine... Hiding her frenzied nerves behind a practiced grin, Kohai turned the final corner, making herself known to the intruders. "Tear gently, please? I'm the one who's gotta fix it all!" Wiping her free hand across her chest one more time, she made her way to the the others.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Kazen"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Caius Flavian"]
 
(OOC note: It isn't a big deal, and I am in no way offended, but Robb seems to be slowly transforming into a gorilla of sorts. Robb is only 5'11" tall, while Kara is 5'5" and Caius is 5'8". Just putting that out there :p)

Robb forced himself to hold eye-contact with Ms. Runo as he took her outstretched hand in his own, gave it a single, yet firm, shake, and released it. He was surprised to find himself staring. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, dark and deep, with a twinge of what Robb characterized as sadness. She has lovely eyes... But Robb snapped himself out of his momentary stupor, this woman was a threat. "The others, should be around soon enough," he said, trying his hardest not to stutter in the face of the Empire. Maker, I hate talking to women.

As if on queue, Kohai chose that moment to amble her way into the room, which was already getting too crowded for Robb's liking. He turned back to address the Ensign, giving the crowd of imperials a once over as well. "I'll be here if you have any questions, ma'am."

He departed without another word, stepping around one of the storm troopers, and stalked off to the crate where he'd been sitting before, regretting that he had neglected to bring a book or a data-pad to read.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Kara Runo"]

[member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]
 
@Everyone

A humanoid figure in the light green color of an Imperial Army Officer uniform could be seen lazily observing the group of beings from a vantage point opposite them, the ember of a cigarette dangling from it's lips. The being's cover was pulled smartly over it's forehead, slightly obscuring the view of the face from prying eyes. A blaster pistol sat on the hip.

Captain Maximilian Vinticus was leaning against a rock wall that ran along the edge of a small hill. He'd liked to go there about a hour a day and take a moment to reflect a bit in solitude. The view wasn't half bad and it was a rare occasion when anyone beyond the odd technician, pilot, or guard was seen going to or fro from some errand, and they'd never bothered the weathered looking Stormtrooper who smoked alone. Max was only twenty seven and he felt at least forty five. Almost a decade spent in conflict had left him someone that he barely recognized when he looked in a mirror. Too much death. Bombs. Limbs.

The life of a trooper was rough. The life of a tech was even worse.

Though Max would never complain. He'd volunteered for this and despite himself he couldn't help but love his work, it was his trade, something he felt he'd gotten close to perfecting. It was a feeling akin to what aging master craftsmen felt when they completed a project, but with a hint of excitement and the smell of sweat wrought from adrenaline. In a millisecond your life could end. Everything you'd ever been or could be might be wiped away in an instant.

It was a hell of a feeling.

Max shook off his musing and took a moment to give a scarred grin at the situation that was developing ahead. While he couldn't hear the specifics the visuals painted enough of a picture for him to get a kick out of the vessel's pilot swooning the Lt. Commander and the infinite frustration it caused the Ensign.

Gave him a bit of a kick.
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
Davik heard Robb and was preparing for the boarding prior to the callout. It was just a matter of hiding away the things that the imps might get tight about, which was nearly everything...

The young spacer quickly set about shoving some personal belongings into his flight bags, including his datapad and blaster. Not that these items were particularly illegal, they just might cause some un-needed attention.

"Lets get this over with..."

Davik approached the boarding ramp slowly and with a small bit of reluctance in his stride as he stepped onto the duracrete of the landing pad.

The initial surprise was the sheer amount of white helmets that he saw upon disembarking. There were at least two squads of bucket-heads ready to march on board the Cause and it was quite the impressive sight... If not an unnerving one. The spacer's only solace was finding Corvy out here as well. He gave her a nod and stood at the side of the ramp in a rather bored pose.

[member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Caius Flavian"] [member="Aurelia Grata"] [member="Kara Runo"]
 

Kara Runo

Callsign "Widow Maker"
OOC
((why you discriminating on 5’11” gorilla’s? too good looking to be compared to a 5’11” gorilla? XP joking! I’ve been on a blitz of bio readings lately… character stretch since becoming interim faction leader… So I must have merged him with a wookiee somewhere and half dozen other bios!!! Also sorry for late posts I've been semi LOA))

Ensign Runo was happy that Mr. Killian had accepted the handshake in a firm and solo manner. His gaze seemed to bear into my own for what felt a little longer than for comfort. ‘What a handsome face, I feel I may have misjudged him initially for some brute…’ I stared back feeling socially awkward as this man very well could be some sort of criminal. He seemed to sense something of me. As if realizing the awkwardness of this moment he finally said "The others, should be around soon enough,” Mr. Killian strode away right as another crew member seemed to appear.
"I'll be here if you have any questions, ma'am."
Uhm thank you,” Was I all I could muster to reply back ‘Why do the celestials have to let nice looking guys on the other side of the law?’
I turned my attention fully though to the two crew members who had shown themselves ‘Yes! I really didn’t want to be caught up in another ‘blast them’ storm trooper shoot out…’

An adorable blonde with striking green eyes. She seemed to be gracefully suppressing a nervous fit ‘I swear its like they have never gone through a customs check before!’
"Tear gently, please? I'm the one who's gotta fix it all!"

Right well you must be Kohai Drenn, uhm it’s also a pleasure to meet you,” I said noting the concern in her voice. I thought about my own personal shuttle the Cradle and how much work I put into it. To have people ripping through your hardwork would be unacceptable to my own conscience as a pilot “Sergeant Elyas if you need to take anything apart please ensure that miss Drenn is by your side so that you don’t give her more work than needed,” My gaze drifted to the last crew member " Ah good and you must be Mister Davik Tren, looks like we have all the crew members here…” My voice trailed as I began to assess the young man or well, boy? The individual who did not show up on the manifests. He was quite young and had just as striking green eyes as miss Drenn “So you must be our discrepancy?”


-Sergeant Elyas Rendall
‘Finally’ The storm trooper waved to his squad mates who began to fan out to search the ship in pairs. The Sergeant held his spot however and waited. “Right, understood Ma’am. TY-1253 and TY-1254 start searching in here. Check wall panels and the floor for any signs of hidden compartments.” The old legendary tale of a smuggler and a wookiee having stowed away inside such a deceptive tactic which led to a prison break and eventually the destruction of the deathstar… Today Sergeant Elyas was not going to overlook such a simple trick.
Of course the Storm Troopers would be looking in all the wrong places…

[member="Davik Tren"] [member="Maximilian Vinticus"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

edited: cause grammar and spelling take a nose dive when sleep deprived
 
An immense sense of danger would overwhelm the young boy, as he felt [member="Kohai Drenn"] approaching through the force. This was it, these criminals were going to either hand him over to the Imperials, or slaughter him on the spot for his mischief! Simply remaining still and quiet, the young boy would hardly react as he felt a firm grip around his arm, which would subsequently result in his body being lifted from the hidden compartment. Instead of finding himself in a world of pain, Tugoro found himself being led down the freighter's corridor, towards the exit. Of course, the young boy had to take care of his attire, so in a gentle and graceful manner, Tugoro would slip free of the female's grasp, lifting his hand to display a single finger to her. He obviously wanted her to wait.

With little hesitation, the young Jedi would begin to strip, starting with his boots and gloves that he would quickly throw into the hidden compartment, hopefully not hitting anyone that was within. Then his pants would go, leaving him in a black jumpsuit after his torso plating was removed and hidden along with his helmet. Shaking out his hair, the teen would run a few fair skinned digits through it before giving the female a thumbs up, extending his arm out for her to take. He wasn't exactly sure as to what he was playing along with, and figured he had several ideas that would be better than whatever these smugglers had come up with. Of course, his idea would involve self sacrifice, and the possible abandonment on this planet. Something he was completely willing to do, however how would he ever convey such a plan to this criminal with his limited vocabulary?

After a few moments, the bare footed boy would arrive in front of [member="Kara Runo"], his piercing emerald eyes darting back and forth between the two females awkwardly. He had no clue as to what he was supposed to do, and was actually quite nervous.
 
"Woah, there. Reverse course, bud," Corvetta interrupted as Caius began to voice some implicated suspicions. "Just had some enthusiastic investors, all jumpin' in the hyperdrive--ya know what I mean?--hoping to be the first ones to pad here and shunt the market. Guess they locked something on the black market." The pilot hoped her her heartrate would stay low, because the stress was beginning to build up and she was worried that this man's arm was locked around hers for more than just courtesy.

Best to move things along as fast as possible. She shrugged herself out from his loose grip and bent over to reach into one of her pants' several pockets. "I mean, if we owe you an apology..." Out came a flask of Tanaab gin--the good stuff, she liked to think. At least, it was her weapon of choice. "...I hope this helps."

She winked at that lady officer.

[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Maximilian Vinticus"]
 

Aurelia Grata

Crinan Practioner and Freedom Fighter
Aurelia’s body was profusely sweating. A medical droid was standing in the room in attendance monitoring her vital signs. Several IV drip lines had been started to help her body stabilize as the cocktail of drugs used during the interrogations impacted Aurelia’s body from functioning on its own.
The young woman was now bound to a hospital bed. Electronic metal restraints held her limbs down. With thick leather restraints keeping her hands bound. A squad of storm troopers now remained inside the room. They stood ready with shock staves in case she came to and tried something. The medical droid had addressed her injuries and performed basic treatment.
The door to the prison cell opened.
A figure shrouded by a simple black hooded robe stood at the entry for a moment. The robe had the imperial emblem resplendently large on the back along with a smaller insignia on the upper left torso of the robe. The man was Val Salazaar a colonel in the imperial Army who had been seconded into the ISB. the robe covered the entirety of his body with only the hands and feet visible. Jet black metal metal boots and gauntlets clad those hands and feet. The Colonel was heading the interrogations of the Crinan rebels. In particular he was dealing with the force or ‘magic’ users.
The Colonel strode to the foot of the bed. Each stepped was measured and his movements seemed cumbersome. He wore underneath the robe a set of the legionnaire armor. Originally developed for the Intelligence Bureau’s Force Tracker Squad, recent changes in the intelligence community had allowed the Colonel to acquire authorization to use this armor during his interrogations. It didn’t help mitigate actual force powers but it aided in achieving a level of fear and gave some protection against certain elements that force users could try.
“Will she live?” The colonel addressed the droid which responded in a curt yes and prattled off a list of medical issues that Salazar could care less about.
He pondered for a moment as he considered his next move…
* * * * *

Aurelia’s mind was lost in the dark recesses of memory. The horrors of war, suffering, the death, her parents cleaved in two… A growing pit of hatred continued to be dug in her soul. Coalescing and drawing on the essence of magic. Aurelia was a practitioner from Cosminia. Her strength and prowess was still very much untapped. However she had learned to weave the elements and could manipulate the fabric of space around her if needed. The energy was unseen to those who were not as attuned to the ether of magic as she was. The sweat was pushing the toxicity out of her body, as Aurelia regained consciousness she made sure to not give that away. Her eyes closed an assessment had to be made of her surroundings… The Imperials were all around her. The man whom had spent so long interrogating her, violating her, hurting her stood at the foot of the bed. All though she could not see it with her own eyes she could feel the smirk on his lips. The air he breathe was damn near palpable with misguided power. His hand reached down and grasped Aurelia’s ankle. He gave it a firm squeeze on the bruised side. Aurelia struggled to keep from wincing.
“Excuse me sir that will incur further damage to the patient”
“Shut up droid I’m testing to see if this witch is awake.” He said that word with such lashing venom, witch…
‘I can’t let things end this way… I won’t be some rag doll for these Imperial dogs to chew apart… I won’t be just another grave post for the Crinan royalty to dance around… no… no… no…’
Her heart rate began to spike. The machine began to frantically beep. The energy staves in the room began to flicker and glow, the circuitry in the droid began to spark and erupt into flame. The lights above the bed and the medical machines attached to the bed also began to flicker and spark.

The air became heavy, the colonel let go of her leg and stepped back as the storm troopers tried t turn off their weapons.
Manipulation of the air, of the energy, of power.
Aurelia began to draw upon the dark magic forbidden by the Cosminia Academy. These magical arts could only be found in the lost ruins of sorcerers and witches who had fled persecution for practicing these things over the many centuries.
Aurelia had studied on weaving these spells… it required to let the darkness into one’s heart. Give in to the hatred and anger.
And so Aurelia Grata gave in completely and fully letting the power of dark side of the force take hold
She let a banshee shriek rip from her throat and thrashed forward in the restraints to point her fingers right at the colonel. The electricity in the room became focused and leapt into the practitioner.
Lightning erupted from her finger tips and struck the imperial officer.
He screamed as the electric shock seared his flesh inside the armor. He collapsed onto the ground. The storm troopers reacted and tried to use their staves or draw their pistols to shot her. She flicked her wrists and the lightning began to strike of the white armored imperials down the same as their officer. One of managed a shot before the lighting storm consumed him, but it struck the right wrist cuff breaking the locking mechanism.
Klaxons began to wail
She had to act fast…

The droid was on fire and fell to the side tugging onto a bed sheet. Which then caught fire. Aurelia struggled with most elements of magic. Fire however was one she had well mastered. She took several breathes before manipulating the flames to consume only the electrical wiring associated with the metal restraints holding her down. The electronic locks failed and she was freed.
She couldn’t hold back the flames any longer as her body was drained form handling so much electricity. Her heart felt taxed.Nicoleta lend me strength…” as she pushed her weakened body off the bed falling with a heavy thud onto her side. She let out a whelp and closed her eyes in response from the shooting pain.

A vision struck her mind
A women with a marble white eye and brown eye gave a smile and handed her a black book the size of Aurelia's palm...

Aurelia opened her eyes. A warm feeling seeped into her body… the darkness began to subside.Was that lady Nicoleta, was that a sign?’
She felt a strange renewal in her body and lifted herself up off the ground. She stood up. Wobbley but she was on her feet. She continued to breathe slowly letting the new energy flood her body. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air. The smoke from the droid and machines began to make it hard to breathe.
She took a few steps toward the door.

Colonel Salazar was not dead, he was severely injured and suffering from second and third degree burns. His skin in some places fused to the armor inside. He reached out and took hold of her ankle.
Aurelia looked down at the man and the rage and anger came rushing back. YOU!!!” She bellowed and turned to the burning bed and lifted it up with her mind and brought the flaming wreck down on the man’s legs. Despite the armor the wet sound of bones cracking could be heard as the knee caps were shattered. “Now die in the pyre of your failure”
She spat on the man’s face before exiting the room. The Imperial emblem displayed on the torso was scoured in the flames of retribution…
The klaxons were beginning to wail throughout Fort Herald Of Peace and the landing field
Aurelia Grata could sense the rest of the tortured souls in the detention block. She was free and now must free everyone else...

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The remnant was strange as she stood there, slowly she stood there wearing her gloves and her headdress matched the outfit. She was the maid, the servant and now looking over things her eyes glowed a little as she was focusing on the bridge of the small ship. Crina had an interest in the remnant and its people which meant as the small atrisian was working with the controls as she piloted and worked it. Her small force energies built into directing them around hazards. @Alva Cavarona
 
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Alva sighed, having been mostly unaware of the interactions going on with majority of the others currently engaged with dealing with one another on Rodica at this time. And in fact wouldn't even be there were it not deemed for the whim of fate to progress a separate story-line for the entertainment of greater beings. So it was that she found herself on Crina's sister world, the only other planet in the Luminita System worth inhabiting. A world with rolling plains and mountains and with climates very similar to Crina's own, yet at the same time it was more varied, with tundras and even some arid regions. However, it held a much smaller population, once being much more difficult to approach before the asteroid fields between Crina and Rodica had been properly and thoroughly mapped. Only followers of the rebellion had lived here once, though now there were several Imperial and Crinan Royalist outposts setup after the resistance's soldiers had been defeated on Crina and their forces holding out had been eliminated on the world they had fled to so long ago.

Crina's second princess was on the former rebel world to make a show of escorting its new Crinan governor. One of the more respected and talented members of the nobility, someone the royal family trusted and who was proven to be competent. It was actually one of the more elder gentlemen that had once served as the King's adviser in his youth and ensured his protection, so it was likely he would perform an admirable job and work in the best interests of Crina without causing trouble. Alva made sure to have enjoyable small talk with him as they walked about his interim offices where he would reside until an appropriate governor's home could be erected and work station could be provided. Several units of the Royal Army had been deployed to help take up residence though due to Rodica's lesser status in the Luminita system there was also more Imperial presence on the planet.

For example they had several outposts and pseudo stations, some holding prisoners even. Prisoners who were apparently escaping as reports would say as soldiers of Crina would inform the new governor as they urged both him and Alva to hold off on any plans to visit other regions of Rodica for the new governor's tour while it was sorted out. However, Alva had no intention of obliging that. She was rather annoyed as it was being forced out when her older sister appeared to be rather absent as of late, not that the new governor was irritating or rude though. Besides, as one of Crina's princesses, she did have a certain responsibility to act in the interest of securing Crina's interests and welfare. Taking care of a prisoner outbreak wasn't too much, and as part of her work for the Imperial Remnant she probably ought to aid in salvaging their outpost.

So it was that she was soon on a shuttle with a squad of Crinan Soldiers to the site of the trouble, switching in standard royal soldier armor and checking her slicewire with a grin on her face.

After all, it would be so much nicer to get active after so much dull paperwork and flaunting about for politics lately.
 

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