Shut Down all the Gravity Wells on the Detention Lev-erm Belgaroth (Open)

[Spark Finn]

Sith space was really putting a downer on the Alliance's ability to jump from the Rimma Trade Route to the Unknown Regions due to a series of gravity wells set-up around Belgaroth. The hipster-slicer finally had the coordinates of the wells, according to reports, reports that may have come from Coren before he left the Alliance. #debbiedowners #rudesithrude

The gangly-limbed slicer was assigned as point - at least for the tech stuff. There was a small group of Alliance personal aboard her ship, The Flying Nuna. A team would have to get to the city of Belgar and run Spark's code to scramble the gravity wells so that the IFFs of Alliance ships could slip through. A second team would have to do the same thing to the grav-stations orbiting the planet.

Hopefully the sith codes she got earlier would still work.

#Pagingsneakysneak

"Alright peeps. Team space get ready to detach. Grounders, we're going in. Transmitting sith codes now."

Her BB8 unit warbled next to the blonde. "It's okay Beeze-neeze. We've got this."

#Ihope

 

[Caulder Dune]

BELGAROTH SYSTEM
GRAVITY WELL STATION

[member="Spark Finn"]

Every single day, people kept getting their hands on classified Sith codes. It was starting to become a nuisance, especially since they kept using those damnable codes to throw a wrench in the works. The One Sith's databanks were apparently a little too easy to break into. This kind of loathsome tomfoolery ended here. So what did Adekos do? He started intentionally leaking faulty codes, dangling them in all the right places where that sordid Galactic Alliance could find them. Rather than let them slip through whatever security measures they had set up unphased, the red flag codes would subtlety tip off security forces that whoever was approaching was up to no good. If the Alliance was going to get their hands on codes no matter what, he would make sure they couldn't tell the difference between the planted ones and the real deal.

Someone burst into Adekos' office without knocking. Considering that was the only request Adekos had made since being stationed here, this was probably something urgent. The officer realized his folly, straightened his uniform, and then stood at attention. "M'lord, some vessels have entered the system. They're broadcasting planted codes. I've ordered fighter pilots to their stations."

"There will be no need for that, commander." Adekos said, swiping right on his datapad as he perused a periodical. Probably something about droids. "Let them land, then activate the tractor beams to keep them from escaping. Send a few commando teams to greet them. Stun only, I'd like them alive. Alert ground control to the situation."

The officer pursed his lips and nodded. As usual, the Sith were playing games. But orders were orders. "As you wish, m'lord. I'll relay your orders."

"Quickly, please."

Once the officer had shuffled out, Adekos switched off his datapad and placed it in one of the drawers. He wasn't sure if he was grateful or agitated he now had something to do. By and large he preferred looting museums and banks whenever the One Sith descended on an independent world. However, the will of the Dark Lord had directed him here, and so here he had to sit around. At least now he had the opportunity capture some Alliance crooks.

 

[Spark Finn]

Approaching the City of Belgar - Groundside
Belgaroth System

[member="Darth Adekos"]

The codes were confirmed and they were give the green-light to land and approach the city. "Spacers detach. Keep chatter at a minimum and use the encryption." The small squad left the Flying Nuna and headed for the Gravity Well Station circling one of the planet's moons. #gogetem

Thin-fingers pushed the controls to her ship downward, the planet's mustard-tinted lakes glinting with the daylight, becoming larger in the viewport. Their ship headed for Dock 27 at the city-port. The moment they hit atmo, her techno-senses picked up on something. But she wasn't sure what it was. Pale-lips pursed.

#badjujualready #noturningback #mustcompletemission

Docking-clamps extended. Blue-eyes beneath glass-lenses darted nervously between the viewport and the city reports coming in from the ship's feed. Nothing...yet. Beeze-neeze beeped and warbled. "No, I'm not getting nervous for no reason. You stay with the ship."

A series of short-beeps.

"Yes, I'll call you if I need you. Stop it." The round-droid nudged her leg as she unstrapped herself and joined the small group of Alliance members. "Keep alert but don't y'know, draw attention to yourselves. I dunno - just act normal." The ramp lowered and they walked out. Converse-clad feet padded lightly onto city ground. A commotion caught her attention at the loading bay doors. Not just a commotion, a squad of commandos.

#awwfeth

"Beeze-neeze lock the ship down - go. Everyone spread out! Disappear into the crowds." With a blast of hot-air, the Flying Nuna rose behind them. The blonde-slicer scurried over toward a crate of pre-frozen and packaged nerf-steaks, extending her mind forward, seeking to mechu-deru the bleep out of the first squad's blasters.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"]

There was only one entrance to the spaceport proper from the hangar bay, which was presently blocked by a force of about ten Storm Commandos. Needless to say, any crowds had been dispersed from the spaceport as a safety precaution for this little sting. Unless these Galactic Alliance wimps were going to blend in with Stormtroopers, they were stuck. Nevertheless, the plainclothes Galactic Alliance members attempted to scatter, but were only going to find solid walls and storage crates boxing them in. Easy pickings.

The commandos raised their weapons, took aim, and... Nothing happened. Just the miserable click click click of a jammed weapon. The formerly intimidating commandos turned into just perplexed soldiers in black armor as they tried to divine the problem that caused their weapons to lock up simultaneously. There was no telling if these rascals were armed or not, but the ship definitely was. The tractor beam locked on it would keep it from getting very far off the ground, but it wouldn't render its weapons inoperable. The commandos scattered as well, taking cover behind crates that were close to the entrance, still cursing at and smacking their guns. If only they knew.

Enter Darth Adekos, hands clasped behind his back, concealing from view something that was affixed to his right forearm. His annoyed expression wasn't visible behind his mask, but seeing his commandos cowering behind crates and fiddling with their weapons... Well, it could be inferred. Especially by his tone of voice. "Sergeant, please explain to me why these people are still on their feet." The sergeant urgently blurted out that there was a problem, that they were taking cover because of the freighter. Adekos had stopped listening, his thoughts trailing off because of something else.

"I sense..." He muttered. "Spark Finn."

Adekos seethed with annoyance.

Fate had made them cross paths again and the Umbaran was still sore over his treatment on Raxus Prime. He wasn't going to make the mistake of leaving her gorram shuttle in the game again this time. "Get a TIE bomber to strafe that shuttle. Destroy it. Until your weapons are working, don't move until I order you to." He ordered, reaching out with his left hand and conjuring the Force to his whim. He grabbed a random Alliance scoundrel by the scruff of their neck. Zabrak. Aged 29 years. Female. Designated combat medic. Adequate projectile weapon. He flung her with bone-crushing force for the crates that Spark had hid herself behind.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Adekos"]

His legions #jk, ten storm commandos would find that their power packs to their guns were completely drained. The slicer's attention shifted to her ship hovering just behind and the warbles of alarm coming from her BB8 unit acting as pilot on board. Those troops scattered. Her peeps were taking cover behind odds and ends of frozen meats and fries for McYodas. Her ship was acting like a baited fish on a line.

"Tractor beam....just fire at any of those armored dudes! Shields up. I've got the beam. Alliance peeps, fall back and send a message to command. It was a trap!"

Attention shifted as a scream ripped through the air from Sally, their Zabrak medic. #ohnoSally. She hit the boxes with a sickening crunch. Leaping from cover, an invisible bubble of protective energy crackled to life around herself and the woman, expanding to cover her stranded ship and the other ragtag alliance members as they scrambled to retreat. Two women grabbed Sally and pulled her back.

#femalepowah

Fire from the ship temporarily stopped. A bomb dropped. #literally, exploding on Spark's invisible barrier, sending a gulf of fire toward Adekos and his troopers and anything not protected by her bubble. Grimacing, the gangly-limbed girl staggered.

"Get on the ship."

"But the beam..."

"I'll take care of it."

"But you..."

"Go! I'm wearing my lucky converse for a reason"

#gottatakecareofmytribe Beeze-neeze gave a panicked warble in her ear as it realized its master volunteered to be left behind. #hangintherebuddy

A sith obviously threw Sally. And she could guess who it was. She knew he was there. Somewhere. #DarthKoKo

"Come out and fight like an adult, gramps!"

Unless he got a little too roasted from the bomber, just like those poor singed waffle fries on the city port floor.

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Word had come in that a team of Alliance personnel were caught in a trap. That meant it was time to deploy a retreival team. Volunteer only.

Cuan Kunn, the Sullustan homeboy, was one of the first to stand up. He and his astromech, Baller, were all for this type of work. Getting those who got their hands dirty out of the fire? You can count on him. Other pilots stepped up to take the trip. Two freighters were loaded with arms and ammunition, soldiers and an insurgency team. They would be tightly fit, but they had X-Wing escort, and that was making this little team one of the most terrifying team the Alliance could muster.

The fighters were in hyperspace and the calls were out, Cuan was going to take a run to the surface, with whoever came with, and drop the freighters off. They had a mission of dropping off and picking up anyone who was in the hot zone. This team was special, they would disperse when the fighting was done. The freighters would pick up trouble spots and the fighters would clean the riff raff.

The Sith were going to fall.

[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Darth Adekos"]
@Poy Luroon
[member="Jareb Kaine"]
[member="Dax Ragnar"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Cuan Kunn"]

A TIE Bomber swooped overhead, delivering its payload onto the ill-fated Galactic Alliance shuttle. Or it would have been ill-fated, if a karking bubble hadn't saved it. One of these days Adekos was going to remember that was one of the two things Spark Finn did regularly. Besides annoying him, of course. With the blast deflected off of the ship, the flames spread out in other directions, including towards Adekos and the commandos. The commandos who didn't perish instantly were badly burned and not likely to regain consciousness any time soon. Fine. They were irrelevant to Adekos now. Darth Adekos had emerged from the firestorm completely unscathed. BY all appearances, the flames and heat hadn't even touched him. The perceptive observer would note the gauntlet on his right arm, which was now visible. Five linked oval plates, dark slate gray. A blood red gem gilded with gold embellished each one.

If Spark didn't know what it was, she could rest assured it would be the primary source of the bad time she was about to have.

Adekos, who had been standing in plain view the entire time, was a little puzzled by Spark's speech. Maybe her glasses were foggy? Someone was barking at him over his commlink. Apparently more ships had entered the system, and these ones weren't even trying to be sneaky. Enemy reinforcements coming in already? The trap had only been sprung a minute ago! Just how quickly did word travel in this galaxy, anyway? The commander he had spoken to early would probably take care of it. "Scramble the fighters, scramble the patrol cruisers, scramble everything with a pulse," he'd say. "None of them get to enter the atmosphere. None of them get to leave." If only he knew just how plucky these protagonists were... He'd have just given up then and there.

"You're very clever to have saved your friends with that barrier, Spark." Adekos hissed, stalking towards her. The Force gathered around him. It was invisible, but the pall of the Dark Side was unmistakable. A deep malevolence clouted the area as Darth Adekos extended his hands, ready to unleash snapping, cackling tendrils of virulent energy from his fingertips. "But let's see how well that little barrier measures up to FORCE LIGHTNING!"

...Only to stop, turn, and chuck a devastating Force Blast towards the cockpit of the hovering freighter. The ball of pure apocalyptic energy would rend the durasteel of the freighter, shatter the glass of the viewport, and turn the controls into a useless, mash of electronics. And if that successfully happened, flying it out of here would be just a little bit more difficult...

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Cuan Kunn"]

Thin-fingers clearly meant for datapad typing spread. The shield around her ship never left but it certainly got weakened from the TIE bomber. And she anticipated a direct strike to herself....not her ship. "Beeze-neeze!" Yell ripped through her throat. Metal twisted on the ship's hull and glass shattered on the viewport.

Mind surged forward but not in an attack against the Sith Lord. She felt the frequency of the tractor-beam and snapped its tether to her ship, shutting it down. Even if it was just momentarily. With a shudder, the damaged Flying Nuna limped free from the city-port and took to atmo. The crew would have to put the electro-field over the broken viewport but she couldn't help them now. Hopefully they still had enough power to do that.

#muffedup

Fingers curled into small fists at her sides. Mind lurched forward, seeking the familiar hum of electronics on Adekos' form: his lightsaber hilt and his helmet. She went to try and wipe his vision arrays while hoping to overheat the crystal in his lightsaber.

#mastermeetmaster

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Nedgwick the intern had one job at the spaceport: make sure the tractor beam stays on. When the weird stormtrooper dudes stormed into his station a few minutes ago and told him to leave it on until they said to turn it off, they scared him something fierce. They said it was important. So when the ship landed, he turned it on. He didn't ask why, he didn't want to know, but he found out anyway soon enough. The weird stormtrooper dudes tried to open fire on these other weird, regular chicks and dues but... Didn't? Their guns stopped working. It was weird, but he kept the tractor beam on. Then there was an explosion, and he flinched, but he kept the tractor beam on. Ned was still in the control room, sweating bullets when he watched the tractor beam shut off on its own.

He screamed, naturally. "H-hey!" Not that anyone else was in there to relish in the moment. He fumbled for the controls and jammed them back upwards. The tractor beam snapped back on, ensnaring the ship a second time and threatening to drag it back down into the landing bay. Someone else was going to have to beat up Ned before he stopped doing his job. Those stormtroopers had made it pretty clear what would happen to him otherwise.

Meanwhile, Adekos stumbled backwards. Most people would have just had their helmets rewired or lightsabers detonated, but they weren't the ones who patented that little trick. An exasperated grunt escaped his lips. How dare she! His own trademark moves, employed against him! Like that would work. Still, it caught the Umbaran off-guard for a moment. He looked uneased, taking a step backwards and grasping his helmet like he just experienced a flash migraine. He very narrowly avoided having his lightsaber blow up on him, so he unclipped it from his belt and chucked it towards one of the burnt up commandos. It was a liability. His helmet was easier to defend than the lightsaber, especially since he could focus on that more easily.

"You really think that would work on me?" Adekos scoffed. "Clearly your friends aren't keeping you on payroll for your brains, you murderer."

Adekos wouldn't consider himself a hypocrite. Whenever he killed, it was for a higher purpose: to bring law and order to a chaotic galaxy. Not senseless pleasure; not the disjointed and sickening anarchy the Galactic Alliance represented. TIE Bombers would be upon The Flying Nuna again in moments, which made Adekos believe he was free to complete Spark's capture. He extended his gauntlet-clad hand towards the young master and another powerful blast of crimson energy ripped through the air, threatening to slam into Spark.

 

[Eun]

A groan escaped her lips. Pale eyes fluttered open. She tried to stand, coughing.

"What?"

Through the squad channel she could hear sobbing. Kate Shorn shook her head, trying to clear it. Bad move. The throbbing got worse. Shakily, she got back to her feet, trying to remember what happened.

"Sally, dying stars, Sally no." Someone crying on the comm.

The explosion, she remembered. She'd been just outside Finn's Force shield. The bombs... Shorn stared down at the front of her scorched armor. I'm lucky to be alive. Beskar probably saved my life. What do you know, being a dar'manda comes in handy sometimes. The black and gold armor might fool some, but she was no Mandalorian.

Ducking behind a crate after she stood, Kate unholstered her QQ-83n sidearm. This op was blown, that much was pretty obvious. Kate glanced around the pile of crates and spotted a few remaining Storm Commandos. She scowled and set her pistol's setting to stun, then put a bead on the nearest commando and squeezed.

A thin, silvery beam leapt forth and slammed into the goon's chest, dropping him lack a sack of rocks. She smirked. The sable scout-trooper-esque armor of the Commandos might be a step above normal, but it still wouldn't stop an ion paddle beam. He wasn't dead, just unconscious and paralyzed.

The other Commandos moved for cover as soon as their comrade dropped, allowing Kate some breathing room. Of more concern to her was the man in black with the mask, shiny and chrome. The Dark Side radiated off him in waves, causing her lips to curl into a sneer. A Sith on a Sith planet. Who'd have thought it.

In her 17 years of existence, she had never encounter a full-blooded Sith. Knock offs, sure. But this? This was the real deal. She could feel it in the Force. Her hands trembled. After all this time. This was why she'd signed on for this mission, wasn't it? To hurt them. To stop them.

She might never have met one, but she'd heard all about them. Her whole life had been lived under the shadow of Sith-this and Sith-that. All because of her father. Daughter of a murderer. Sithspawn. Child of hell. "Are you gonna grow up to be like your daddy, little Sithspawn? Are you gonna kill lots of people?" Kate squeezed the butt of her sidearm until it hurt. "Who're you gonna kill? Quarrens? Nah, Quarrens are too ugly. You're gonna kill people though. Squidheads and hive brains and babies. Yeah, I bet you're gonna kill babies! That's what your daddy did, isn't it? Baby-killer. Thronebreaker. Stupid Shorn."

Round and round the playground they went. Chasing her. Yelling at her. Mocking her. She couldn't escape them. She couldn't escape him.

Salt stung her lips. Kate blinked away the mist. Cold blue eyes fixed on the man in black. She leveled her sidearm at his chest and pulled the trigger.

[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Cuan Kunn"]

Spark may not be able to sense when someone was a Sith or Jedi or how strong they were in the force, but she could sense codes and all forms of electronics. Each power source sang a different tune: hyperdrives, shields, blasters, the hum of unique lightsaber crystals, tractor-beams powering up. Attention shifted back up and out, away from Adekos' mask.

But before she shifted, she could feel his work, like the other side of a cred chit she shared with him. Countermeasures so similar. It was unsettling. But only for a moment.

The blonde technopath' mind was already hooked back into the tractor beam, sending a burst of power to destroy the controls through the force. The Flying Nuna still had shields and it would take another hit from the bombers off the port wing. But she couldn't see it. And when she tried to feel it, she felt something else - a tidal wave of malevolence.

Thin-hand rose, an invisible shield shimmering to life between herself and the masked sith. But it wasn't fast enough. Like a ragdoll, her bony-form was launched backwards. Ankle twisted as she hit the pavement, skinny-jeans and flesh were torn, glasses went askew on her freckled-nose.

#owieroadburn #motherefffffer #needAvahere

Tousled blonde-hair dripped across her brow as she pushed to her scraped knees, trying to gather her strength, dipping into the familiar hum of the force. And there was another alliance member there. Somewhere.

#needmoreskinnyjeans

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Katya Shorn"]

"Hah!" Adekos sniggered, entering the classic villainous folly: gloating before winning. "Now you'll get to watch helplessly as I-"

The Umbaran was suddenly distracted by the flare of The Flying Nuna's engines as it, quite plainly, began its escape in earnest a third time. What the hell was the operator they left in the control room tower doing, anyway? It was a question Adekos wouldn't bother getting an answer to on his way out. But if he did ask, the answer would have been that Ned the intern fainted in the shower of sparks that came with the destruction of his control panels. Adekos watched the ship shoot off into the distance, pursued by a wing of TIE fighters. They wouldn't catch them. They never did. Unless those TIE fighters also happened to be piloted by rag tag degenerates...

Adekos leveled his gauntlet hand at Spark as she scrambled back to her feet. "Bah! Forget the freighter and your pathetic friends. You're luck has clearly run out, Spark F-"

An ion paddle beam, shot from nowhere by all perceptions, smacked Adekos in his other arm. This solicited a wild scream from him as he staggered back, his other arm no longer pointed at Spark but instead clutching in vain at the now limp and unresponsive limb. "Who in the Corellian hell just shot me!?" Katya had since moved back behind her crate, but Adekos could sense her and the weapon she just used. His annoyance bubbled and threatened to spill over into unfocused rage, like some sort of creamy froth out of a tankard of mead, or some other disgusting analogy reserved for wintertime sexual escapades. Adekos' senses honed in on the newcomer, particularly her weapon. Focus was momentarily diverted from Spark.

"I sense... A child! Child soldiers! Your little gang of anarchists fields armed children!"

Katya had a single hot second before her weapon's powerpack overloaded, causing a nasty little explosion with the potential to relieve her of several fingers, if not a hand. If that did little to incapacitate her, the three remaining commandos would make short work of her as they came up on her position, stun blasters similarly primed.

 

[Eun]

She crouched behind the stack of crates, breathing as though she'd run a sprint. His anger, she could feel it coming off him in aphotic waves. Nausea threatened her stomach, as if she was staring at an open, gangrenous wound. The specter raged his protestations, attention drifting toward her, like a great, invisible eye. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Suddenly, the sidearm in her hand grew intensely hot.

With a cry of astonishment, Kate tossed the pistol away from her. It skittered across the permacrete before exploding in a spray of overheated, molten slag.

"Stang," she cursed, hefting her vor'cha stick, the only weapon she had left.

Reaching out in the Force, she sensed the three Commandos closing in on her presence. Two moved to flank her, while the first approached the pile of crates directly. Overhead, the shuttle roared off, leaving Finn and her to fend for themselves for the moment.

The young woman moved quickly into action. Pivoting around the crates, she hurled her stick at the goon on the far right. The length of wire-wrapped wood whirled end over end, hitting the commando on his upraised arm, which did nothing to ward off the stunning shock. He fell to the ground, body twitching and convulsing.

Spinning on the balls of her feet, she moved back behind the crates just as the two other commandos rounded the left side of the stack. Kate reached out a hand, made a claw like gesture, then dragged it back toward her swiftly. A Force pull tugged the nearest of the thugs directly into the line of fire of the first. He caught the stun blast in the back and slumped to the ground.

"Don't taze me, bro," she sneered.

Another gesture tore the blaster from the hands of the last remaining commando, or would have if he hadn't been an elite special forces soldier capable of maintaining a grip on his weapon. What it did do throw his aim off enough that the second shot only grazed the left side of her body. Shorn grit her teeth and nearly stumbled as her left arm and leg went numb.

"Don't move!" yelled the commando, clearly under orders to take Galactic Alliance operatives alive. Unfortunately, those rules of engagement were a pretty heavy handicap to the otherwise elite soldier.

Kate glanced up at a stack of crates behind the commando and pulled. They came tumbling down, slamming into the soldier and bearing him down beneath an avalanche of shipping supplies.

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

The gangly-blonde lurched and limped over to a half-burned crate of scrambled Nuna eggs. Mmmm. Just needed some peppers and onions and hot sauce.....hopefully they were free-range...FOCUS. Pale, freckled-face scrunched up as Darth KoKo gloated and turned his attention toward her comrade. Crates fell. Other baddies were shot or temporarily disabled? Reinforcements could come at any minute. She and this other Alliance member needed to get out of there.

O tempora? O mores?

Was this dude born BJJB? #beforeJarJarBinks

The air above the Darth would suddenly power up as Spark extended her bruised and bleeding hands to create a flattened force shield, about an 8x8 foot square 5-6 feet above his head. With a nod of her chin it would slam down with extreme prejudice like the bottom of a boot going to squish an upside down Nabooian-roach.

"You got a clear exit?" Finn called toward the younger Shorn.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Katya Shorn"]

It was good that Adekos was unaware that the commando had ordered Katya to freeze instead of just shooting her. His weapon was set to stun. They were all set to stun, so why would he do anything other than shoot her when he had the chance? That man would have been brought up on incompetency charges. Minor details, anyway. Adekos was more preoccupied with the general of was that his minion pool had been largely diminished. Gauntlet or not, he didn't like it. There was nothing quite so reassuring to have as three squads of Stormtroopers at his back. He watched passively the obscured conflict between the Shornborn and the remaining commandos. He grimaced, then activated his commlink. "I'm going to need squads A through C to my lo-"

A chill ran up his spine. He instinctively looked up. Adekos didn't exactly see anything, but there was the clear sensation that something was falling for him. Clearly he didn't want it to touch him, and that was where the gauntlet kicked in once again. It was the same vile energy that Adekos had lobbed at the freighter and then Spark, tendrils of crimson energy launching from the gauntlet and lashing upwards. Only now it did so protectively, stopping the impromptu barrier before destroying it entirely, preventing the Nabooian cockroach that was Adekos from being crushed. The reflective mask fixated itself on Spark.

"An exit? But we're just getting started!"

There was a certain amount of raw power that no amount of clever tactics and strategy could succeed against. As long as he had the gauntlet, Adekos was convinced he was that power. The power to blast away his enemies on a whim! And these two thought they could do anything to stop it? Speaking of blasting away his detractors on a whim, Adekos once again pointed his functioning arm towards Spark and, you guessed it, launched another powerful blast of energy towards her.

 

[Eun]

Kate extended her right arm out, hand open. The vor'cha stun stick rocked back and forth on the permacrete before shooting through the air and smacking into her palm. Fingers wrapped closed around the familiar grip.

Sweat dribbled down her forehead inside the helmet. The armor itself fit like a glove, heavy, but the weight was reassuring. If not being able to wipe a few drops of sweat off her forehead, or scratch an itch, was the price she had to pay for the sort of protection Mandalorian iron could afford, then it was well worth it.

A voice came across the comm. Finn. Ice blue eyes roved the area, searching for a route, then stopped, drawn back to the figure of the Sith Lord. They had him here, vulnerable. Weak.

"Negative. I'm taking him now!"

As [member="Darth Adekos"] launched a blast from his gauntlet toward [member="Spark Finn"], Kate raced toward him as fast as her numbed left leg would allow. Her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, she reached out in the Force and pulled on his feet, aiming to send him sprawling to the floor.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Katya Shorn"]

That mask was like a wolf with really beady, reflective eyes. And she didn't like the way they were staring at her. The power build up was there. Like a bomb about to explode.

#fethingfeth

On her good foot, she launched herself behind the scrambled Nuna eggs crate and rolled with some force imbued speed to her sore limbs. The crate exploded, eggs getting tangled in her hair and showering down on her crawling form.

#totesgross

She got the call from Shorn. What was with kids these days not listening to their few years older elders? #theyouth #eyeroll #spacebookrestricted

Scrambled-egg head popped up, getting a clear line of site at the kid running toward KoKo. Reaching out with the force, she took hold of the Darth's mask, trying to force her mind into his electronic display. This time it wasn't to disengage his vision sensors. This time it was to send a few jolting sparks and shocks into the back of his head.

#distractions

"If you can get through. We need a pick-up for two Alliance members on City Port B-16."

#bingo

Call went up to those Alliance volunteer rescue teams.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Katya Shorn"]

While Spark Finn was busy being tossed around with scrambled egg containers (this entire landing bay was beginning to smell like a slowly thawing breakfast burrito), something else caught his attention. A small figure barreling towards him with all the inelegant bravery of a stunted youth, screaming about how she would take him now. Take him where? To dinner? She was a bit young for his tastes, but Adekos would certainly forward her request to [member="Darth Carach"]. That was right up that Sith Lord's alley... His dark, depraved, utterly senseless alley...

Anyway, there were more important things going on.

He was starting to suspect that this was the person who had shot him. If that was the case, they were in for a very bad time once he was finished here. The energy of the gauntlet flared once, red electricity arcing through the air around his feet, preventing the seizure of his ankles. If he had even noticed, he would have been impressed. Such finesse for an amateur! As it stood, his only response was to just point his good arm at her as she continued forward and loosing yet another Force Blast. He could do this all day. She would, perhaps, have a moment to try and alter her course. Duck, dive to the side, what have you. But destructive orbs of Dark Side energy tended to travel faster than armored humanoids.

Adekos sneered, preparing to turn back towards Finn. "Just how many idiot freebooters do you-"

Getting zapped by your own helmet was never a pleasant feeling. Not with the kind of equipment the Umbaran had packed inside of it. He grabbed the back of his helmet (with only his good arm- the other barely managed a twitch) and gave an abrupt yowl; the kind of sound a dog might make if you yanked on its tail too hard.

 

[Eun]

The sizzling orb of lucent fury crackled through the air. A meteorite hurled from some spiteful god. The very air distorted with its freakish passage. Blue eyes widened. Panic rose in Kate's throat. She'd die. She'd die and he'd escape. No. No. Shorn hurled the vor'cha stun stick, willing it forth with the accuracy and power of the Force. A split-second reaction, but one that occurred at the same time that [member="Darth Adekos"] was blinded and distracted by [member="Spark Finn"]'s attack on his faceplate. If the vor'cha struck home it would unleash a deluge of electrical shocks that would probably knock out a Wookiee, even through armor.

Shorn never got to see what happen, because just then the comet struck.

A giant's fist slammed into the chest plate. The breath left her in a rush and she crumpled around the point of impact. Kate's body hurtled backward, slamming into a pile of crates which toppled down around her. Something in her ribcage cracked. Black smoke rose from the melted ruination of her beskar chest plate. Her nostrils filled with the acrid stench of sulfur, brimstone and burning flesh. Raw, unadulterated agony wracked her body. She would have screamed if she could find air to breath. Instead, she lay there, gasping like a fish out of water and fading in and out of consciousness.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Katya Shorn"]

The armored...chick? Yeah, chick from her voice over the comms and other stuff, landed in a heap fairly close to her position. The blonde tried to soften the Alliance member's fall but it looked like the damage was already done. The technopath didn't hesitate. She limped over to the girl and peeled off her helmet to make sure she was still alive.

She was.

#nerfherder #lessonslearned #don'tscareme

i-Pad beeped at her side. Alliance extraction was coming and soon. Her biggest priority? Keep the sith's attention on herself so they could pick up the kid-Shorn. With a nudge of the force, she floated Katya's body behind the remains of several crates. "Hang in there chick." Adjusting the black-rimmed glasses, she stepped out of cover and constructed another force shield - a flattened vertical wall about 12 feet high and wide stretching from the floor up. With a push of her palm, she sent it flying toward Darth Adekos. #electrocuted? #notelectrocuted #idk She continued to move, circling further away from Katya's hidden position.