So Uncivilized | The First Order Dominion of Shasfath and Korbin Hex

[Darth Athora]

Obj: Kyrffin Around

Mackie continued looking through the binoculars, watching the current situation within the estate ahead. "Looks like things are getting started. You ready to move in, Donnie?" He nudged his partner as he was taking a bit of a cat nap.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Let's get it done. I'm ready to show those First Order youngin's how to really take down some pirates."

"That's the spirit, kid. Haha!"

Donnie didn't like to be referred to as kid, especially since he has been around for centuries when Mackie was born. He didn't say anything of it, though. All he could think about was the fat paycheck on the other end of the operation. The landspeeder jolted forward as Mackie pushed the thruster. He kept moving at a moderate speed, trying not to attract too much attention. Once they reached the front of the plantation, the two mercs left their vehicle and ensured their guns were safely hidden on their person.

"Stick to the plan, Donnie."

"I got it, Mack."

The two walked up to where the tasting was and moved with the crowd, remaining as inconspicuous as they could. The whole time, however, something was nagging at Donnel. Something kept distracting him from the mission. He could not fully understand what, but he knew something was wrong in the area. Not wanting to ruin the job, he continued on blending in with the crowd.

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[member="Cim Salro"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"] | [member="BE-183"]​

 

[The Major]

Post 3, Obj: Kyrffin Around​

Status: Like a torque wrench, waiting - [member="Gurn Borman"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"] | [member="BE-183"]​

Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"]​

Acknowledging agent Cardonne’s status update by clicking upon her mic receiver (which was conveniently housed on the bottom of the frame of her glasses with utmost discretion, the piece of tech a miracle of engineering in its own right) just once and hiding the action as though she was removing a bit of dust from her lenses provided the subtle reinforcement the rest of the assembling FOSB agents -or in this case, contractors. Mercenaries? Interns? Titles mattered little- it gave them time to get into position for the seizure.

Her data glasses brought up a real time scan of Agent Borman and his vital sign readings: all nominal and within parameters if not for a slightly raised heart rate, no doubt a result of excitement at staring face to face with his prey.

What a thrill. She had to respect the junior agent’s moxy. The Major could see after moving away from her group of babbling, punchdrunk merchants to lay her moribund eyes that he was in the perfect place to seize the target.

But orders were orders. Command had made the rules of engagement clear: evidence worthy of seizure had to be found or the assemblage of agents had to be threatened with mortal peril to lash out. Otherwise the powers that be could have simply sent a contingent of stormtroopers to seize the grounds and kill the pirates. Shooting now would risk the lives of the civilians and later on cause political strain.

Borman would somehow have to entice the target into a private room where they could quietly take her.

If only it were possible to send out a signal to tell the agent to keep pushing, but the Deputy Director didn’t want to risk using the comms. For if the rumors were to be trusted, than there was far more than what could be seen by this Cim Salro.

 

[Gurn Borman]

Post 4
Obj: 1
[member="The Major"] [member="Cim Salro"]

Tiberius listened to the woman and kept up his smile, he slowly began to realize they were too close to everyone. This wouldn't work. He began to sweat but suddenly felt calm as she leaned closer to him. Spice? That would be quiet nice. Wait, no this is a trick. He knew he had to get her indoors and isolated in a room, "Mrs Salro, may I request we go somewhere even more private to discuss this business? Perhaps even indoors?" The man flashed another smile and silently prayed she would take the two to a room near enough that the other agents could reach it.

If all went correct then the major would be watching from her surveillance and rush in with the other agents to arrest the crime lord. Hopefully there would be no need for bloodshed, it would look bad on the First Orders part. He thought to himself that this would all be over soon, his first mission was certainly turning out to be a stressful one.

 

[Vek Calridge]

Post 3
[member="Samka Derith"]

Vek winced as a medical spray was applied to his wound, however his focus was on this girl. When he looked up into her eyes he felt a sense of protection and innocence, but there was something else. As he stared longer his face began to melt into fear. Where he saw protection he saw blind aggression and hate, so much hate. Where he saw innocence he saw deadly malice and he physically shuddered. His skin felt cold and he jolted to look away before he felt like his soul left his body. He had no idea who she was, but he was genuinely afraid of her.

She was focused on something else now however, looking off into the jungle at who knows what. Vek winced again as the spray hardened and the combat medic continued to take care of him. He let his head fall back onto the ground and began to think about what had happened in this one day. He lost his tie fighter and nearly his life when the transport ship exploded. Now he was laying on a beach being tended by a medic and some girl shrouded in a cold evil. Yep, things were turning out all right.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Jungles of Korbin
Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] // Frienemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] // Who knows: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Objective 3: Extreme War Games // Take Down Colonel Larusse
Post: 2


Activity roared to life around the pair, from the hissing anger and the thrust-out weapon of the Knight beneath her, to the amusing, yet thoroughly misguided, demands from the Death trooper behind, the small clearing was suddenly filled with movement and sound. Amber eyes regarded the girl below her with a wicked sort of humor shining in their depths, a familiar expression to those who knew one Ara Zambrano peeking out from beneath the Pantoran visage the amulet Ba’Olin had bestowed upon the Master. The electrostaff that careened towards her midsection froze in place, an invisible grip of power wrapped around the weapon and holding it immobile mere inches away from her torso.

”Your speed is impressive, now we work on your strength.”

A slightly taunting whisper floated around the women, meant for their ears alone, the mechanical crackle messing with the barked demands of the onyx clad trooper now aiming his own weapon at the pair. One eyebrow raised slightly, the amusement never dying as she waited to see the girl’s reaction to their new friend. Her own challenging refusal to the demand that they quietly accompany the soldier back to the base camp died on her tongue as yet another signature joined theirs, this one poised high above, a soft glance out of the corner of her eyes searching in the direction of the unknown fourth participant in these asinine games.

”It seems we are quite the popular pair.”

The tell-tale whistle of a projectile flying through the air unimpeded met her sensitive hearing, the impact of metal on duraplast announcing the dart’s target as clear as if the Death trooper had collapsed immediately. A soft chuckle as she stood, Sarathiel Ren offering a hand to the younger woman still strewn about the ground as the crackle of more comm units echoed from deeper within the surrounding terrain, the harsh bark of orders all too familiar.

Shall we? You have your orders.

The voice whispered across the Knight’s mind once again, a connection made as the grip on her staff died away. Their orders were all too clear, detain Colonel Larusse and return him to Avalonia for a polite chat with the FOSB. Should he refuse, remove the good Colonel from his position by force.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Objective Three: Escort the Ren to the Medical Centre.
Location: War Games Site - Jungle.
Allies: [member="Kyli DT-6767"]
Enemies: None present.
Equipment: FO-XD Armour, G-12A Blaster Rifle, Blackwing Electro-Sword, Stun Baton.

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"No!" Luther shouts, scrambling to his feet. He pulls Kyli away from the unconscious Ren. "She's no threat to us now" he says, reaching down and retrieving the lightsaber. "And she's still a part of The Order. Killing her would be a waste". He looks down at Jane and whispers under his breath: "And I thought her dead once..." he shook his head and crouched down. He used the lightsaber to cut a length of cloth from the bottom of the Ren's cloak. He used to strip to make a tourniquet on the flesh just above the damaged limb. Using the baton to twist it tight, he stopped the bleeding from the exposed wound.

He turned back to Kyli. "She...I... both of us need medical treatment". The cut on his temple had gone deeper than he'd initially thought and he was feeling light-headed. "I can get us back to the FOB and to the medi-tents fine, but I'm in no state to hunt" he finished. He had confidence that he wasn't the only one who would stand up to the chaos. He pulled the comms unit out of the wreck of his helmet, showing it to Kyli before clipping it to his ear. "I'll be in contact, might need you to shoot some more ankles if I get in trouble..." he smiled weakly. He lifted the Ren over his right shoulder, nodded to his squad-mate, and jogged off into the jungle.

- - - - -​

"Take one more step and I'll have you digging latrines on Dagobah for the rest of your short, military career". Luther warned. The ST private hesitated before deciding to cut his losses and flee into the jungle. "You still have the same silver tongue I see, Luther" came a mutter from over his shoulder. Luther smiled faintly. "Still alive, are you?" he replied. "I wish I was dead" Jane replied with a groan. Luther continued on, leaving the worn path to wade through a thick bog. The sludge came up to his waist. "You've gotten taller, I see" Jane observed. "Thankful to keep out of the muck?" Luther responded wryly. "You're different too, my head still pounds after those screams". She said nothing, and Luther continued struggling through the mire. It wasn't until he was finally back on solid ground did she speak again. "The Order turned us both into freaks, eh?" she whispered. "Maybe..." Luther responded. "But some things still never change. Still kicked your arse". He could almost hear her roll her eyes. "Please, Ando, I heard you surrender". "It was all going according to plan". "Sure, sure".

- - - - -​

He could see the outer edge of FOB now. "How's your pain?" Luther asked. He was surprised she was conscious. "I'm blocking most of it through the force" she said through gritted teeth. "Would have helped if your buddy hadn't nearly shot my foot off". "Only because you were trying to cut me in half" Luther protested. He recieved only a grunt in return. They were approaching the gates now, and a pair of guards moved to intercept them. He raised his free hand to show he was unarmed and allowed them to strip his remaining weapons.

"By entering now" one of them began. "You state that you officially forfeit your position in the-". "Yeah, yeah" Luther interrupted. "Where is the Colonel?" The two guards exchanged a look. "Witnessing a duel between Ren in the jungle, or something like that" the second responded. Luther let out a sigh and moved past the pair. Adjusting to Jane's weight on his shoulder (and receiving a complaint in return) he moved towards the medical pavilion.

[Exit Thread]​

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective 2 - Survive
[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Vek Calridge"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Felix"]

Survival had just gotten a lot more difficult. The giant stone golem emerged with a primal roar. Around her was panic, the Imperials scrambling for cover or weapons as their foe descended on them. Samka, however, stood stoic, gazing at the creature in curiosity. Never had she so much as heard of a beast like this. It was fascinating to experience.

Her interest, however, should be filed away for later. Right now, survival was in order. The Imperial camp was largely disarmed, little weapons had been brought with them in the scramble for the escape pods. A few blaster shots from personal weapons were aimed at the beast but it only seemed to enrage the creature further. It was so large that Samka expected little short of an artillery barrage could fell it. There was no clear way to fight, only to prolong things and privately the Overlord of Ren knew she was likely their best hope. Kyrel had better hurry up.

Putting herself between the fallen TIE pilot and the approaching behemoth, Samka closed her eyes for a moment. Time seemed to freeze. She could feel it. The beast's anger, its rage. The creature was in tune with the Dark Side of the Force. Which meant she knew it somewhat. First, she would have to recover her strength. Crimson eyes snapped open as the girl extended her reach towards the golem. Thin strands of orange energy flared out from her to converge on the enemy. The beast staggered somewhat as its powers were depleted, draining its energy and replenishing the exhausted Decitus.

It would be nothing permanent but it would give them a moment's pause and let her recover enough to distract the beast further.

 

[Felix]

Objective 2: Survival
[member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Vek Calridge"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Felix looked toward the Dark Master and nodded. At times listening was the best thing to do. Her nose wrinkled as she could feel the other Master reaching out in the darkness. Rolling her shoulders back she continued to wander with the Master Ren keeping her wits about her. The last thing they both needed was an ambush by some Jedi or something even worse. Rubbing her nose, Felix looked around feeling that they were moving a bit too slow.

A noise ripped through the Force and the small hairs on Felix’s neck stood up quickly. This wasn’t a good sign and they needed to move faster. Looking towards the Dark Master, she nodded her head. “Doesn’t sound good out there we gotta move now.” With that, the disciple moved through the area quickly zeroing in on [member="Samka Derith"] ‘s current in the force. Frowning, it didn’t take long for Felix to arrive. She stood there as the woman drained what seemed to be the life force or something out of the thing. Seeing it as a moment of opportunity, Felix ran past the stupid thing using the force to enhance her movements.

She got closer to Samka and gave the Master a disgusted face. “That was gross. But the rescue team is here – you can take me to dinner later~” The grossed out look on her face faded and she gave the Master a cheeky smile.

 

[Armand Temi]

Jungles of Korbin
Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] // KO'ed: [member="Rexus Wenck"] // Who knows: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Objective 3: Extreme War Games // Take Down Colonel Larusse
Post: 7

Varas heard the rustling of the Trooper nearby but only focused on her electrostaff, and how it wasn’t moving now, the stronger Force user holding it steady in an invisible vice-grip. She grunted as she tried to pry it away, but it was no use. Sarathiel Ren was right. Her strength left something to be desired.

But as soon as the man nearby spoke, the Knight focused her concentration on the pair, abandoning the tug of war for her staff. Varas felt momentarily that she would be taken out of the game by the both of them, only picking up the faint signature of the fourth “contestant” in the practice exercise.

And then the Trooper collapsed. Varas only laughed when she heard Sarathiel as though the woman’s chuckle gave her permission to let out a giggle which turned into more of a guffaw in light of the obnoxious insinuation he’d vocalized that she and her opponent were caught in some kind of illicit tryst and not fighting.

The staff dropped to the ground.

Varas was so unused to this type of treatment - a kind of respectful rivalry rather than beating each other senseless. Her father, Kyrel trained her with constant anger and punishment and in a way, she’d lost a little bit of faith that he actually wanted her to succeed. She felt more of a kinship with Sarathiel for a reason she could not explain to herself.

“Why did you stop? What happened? Are the games on pause?”

She glanced at the trooper hoping he wasn’t actually dead from whatever had pierced his armor and slightly unnerved that the perpetrator could still be out there.

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Objective 3: Kyrffin Around
Post: 3
Allies: [member="The Major"] | [member="Gurn Borman"] | [member="BE-183"] |
Enemies: [member="Cim Salro"]

The click of confirmation came a moment after her transmission. The distinct lack of any further instructions meant that the woman was otherwise occupied. Ilya would wait patiently until their commander was in a position to give orders, ready to strike. Meanwhile, the rest of her team would continue to infiltrate the backrooms, making their way to the basement with their boxes of cargo.

Sitting down in a soft, high-backed armchair, Ilya listened to the soft murmurs of her team as they moved. The chatter was comforting, showing that they hadn't stalled waiting for [member="The Major"] and her quarry. It was going according to plan, and the pieces were falling into place.

Then it all fell apart.

First, there was a hiss over the communicator, warning of hostiles. A few bumps and grunts followed, quiet enough to be drowned out by the hubbub of the party. The following blaster shots were not, they registered as dull thumps, loud enough to turn heads towards the Western wall of the living room. Ilya sighed and got to her feet, noting how a few otherwise plain men had drawn blasters and now made their way downstairs. The firing resumed, louder this time, closer. Ilya was walking now, moving across the crowded room towards the sound. By now, conversation had died down, and the patrons all huddled together, glancing warily through the floor towards the source of the blaster fire.

Ilya had just reached the banister when a mighty roar erupted from below, and she was blown backwards off of her feet, rolling away from the staircase and cowering from the accompanying fireball. She shot to her feet, flames were now licking the walls and carpeted floor, emerging hungrily from the shattered remains of the blazing basement staircase.

People ran everywhere, panicked, and Ilya fueled it, channeling her power to appear as a towering daemon, cloaked in flames and spreading the blaze wherever she moved. The explosion was a distaster, and they'd have to move quickly in order to prevent the criminals escaping. Hopefully the other team had managed to isolate [member="Cim Salro"], otherwise they'd be in for a bad time.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: 2 Survival
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Felix"] [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Vek Calridge"]

Kyrel kept the girl close to him, as they had both searched the jungle, the presence of the Overlord grew stronger with each step he had taken. The girl with whom he was wary of to begin seemed to only have acknowledged his presence. The Jungle overall was uninhabited, aside from the plant life that was here, he had not seen a single sign of animals yet. That did not mean he had taken every step with caution, his metallic boots snapping branches and rustling through the tall grass slowly, the troopers doing the same, blasters at the ready with each step they took.

Then the girl spoke to him, warning of a sound, or even a presence she had felt. The girl was too reckless that was to be seen as Kyrel felt anger at the rashness of her actions, she sped off deeper into the jungle, following after her, the troops behind them catching up, as they finally reached a clearing of what looked to be a makeshift camp, Imperials were strewn about, and a shelter. In front of him, he could spot both the Disciple and Decitus Ren. Stepping forward slowly, he nodded in respect to Decitus speaking through the garbled voice processor of his mask. "Apologies for the delay Overlord. Little is known what can be found on this planet, and so I had to be on the side of caution. We can transmit our position to the shuttle and we will be on our way shortly." He then switched his attention to the disciple, to which he can only describe as impatient and arrogant, his temper already rising, as he looked to her and spoke sternly. "Next time Disciple I would advise caution and most of all patience. We do not rush in head first into the unknown regardless of what the Force tells us. A repeated occurrence like that could prove fatal otherwise. Do not wander off on your own again." He said his scolding of the Disciple finished, he pressed a button on his wrist to which would give the location of their position to the shuttle they arrived on.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Post 2
Allies: ---
Enemies ---

The plan was to draw out the Colonel, and the women required no disruptions to be sure they commanded his attention. Alkor had dealt with the Death Trooper to that end; and yet, the problem of Larusse remained. He slid from his position in the trees to the forest floor and shouldered his rifle. In this situation, where he could quickly come into contact with other combatants in CQC, he needed a more suitable weapon.

He opted for a Standard E-11, since they were readily available in the armory, and it slung without encumbering weight. The weapon felt eerily familiar in his hands, as if the time he spent in House Verd had changed him into more of a soldier than an assassin. Still, his sharp senses remained from a time long past- and he could feel everything around him like an exposed nerve.

It took a concerted effort to suppress the malice that threatened to overpower his senses. Life in an overabundance of forms assailed him on all sides when all he wanted was the simple answer to a question. Is there anyone else nearby?

Far more than he liked, apparently.

The Dark Jedi checked and rechecked his ammunition and the grenades on his bandolier, all Crowd Control options given the non-lethal nature of the exercise. He increased his pace to close the distance between himself and the two women- a Pantoran and a Human, from what he could tell- and he stayed out of sight, hidden in the underbrush.

He was in position to pull the trigger, should the detainee prove less than cooperative.

[member="Ara Zambrano"], [member="Varas Kyrel"]​

 

[BE-183]

Post: 3
Location: Kyrf plantation
Objective: Locate the contraband
Status: Incognito
Ally: [member="The Major"] | [member="Gurn Borman"] | [member="Ilya Cardonne"]
Enemy: [member="Cim Salro"]​

"Uh, thanks." This lady was an agent the whole time? There were some things a lowly stormtrooper didn't question. "Roger that. We won't keep you." Bee watched her leave. She was a natural.

"... I kind of knew."

"Like hell you did." In the storage area, they checked over the cargo in the back again. It was hidden, but sure enough there was some product in there. "Hey 'Zed'... wanna buy some death sticks?" She dangled a bag towards him.

"Shut up." They closed it all up, grabbed some boxes and hung around behind the truck. The lieutenant called to some personnel. "Little help?" They came to unload the cargo. The two disguised troops followed them deeper into the facility, in both the sense they were heading towards the centre and descending a level. Zero swore he heard some whimpered cries for help behind one or two of the closed doors they passed along the way. They had a job to do, he just ignored it.

They eventually filed out into a spacious duracrete storeroom, dimly lit and stuffed with shelves, terminals and industrial packing machines. An assembly line of droid workers milled about, stacking boxes, moving bags, separating spice into smaller packages ready for distribution. It was frankly impressive.

One after the other, Bee and Zero discreetly reached into their pockets and switched on their Ren masks. The tracking systems connected to the HUD would activate, putting two adjacent beacons on control's map. Not much more they could do for now, but the message was sent. They hit the motherlode.

 

[Cim Salro]

Post 9, Obj: Kyrffin Around
Location: Kryf Plantation, Seating Area
Enemies: [member="The Major"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Donnal Jethid"]
[member="Ilya Cardonne"] [member="Gurn Borman"]

The Sultana was so close, incredibly close to what she needed. Like humans sampling an appetizer plate, she occasionally needed to snack. And what a tempting morsel was in front of her.

“What is more private than the basement of the Great House?” she asked, surprised that Mr. Borman wanted to go somewhere even more secluded. To Cim it meant her hypnosis was working. She did not let her proboscises show. Not yet.

Beads of sweat on his forehead signaled that the man was nervous. Which made the Sultana nervous. He was supposed to be utterly relaxed right now and under her spell.

In the distance she heard blaster fire. That wasn’t in the script, was it?

Cim knew the First Order had been closing in on Korbin but she hadn’t expected them so soon. If this was indeed the Imperial government coming to seize her property the Anzati was far from ready.

Suddenly everyone was an enemy, even Mr. Borman. Ugh, such a pain when mealtime was interrupted. The Sultana suddenly jumped up, kicking the chair out from under her and fired a few blaster shots towards the man she thought was a gullible businessman as turmoil erupted around her. She thought she smelled smoke.

Feth, it was go time, meaning time to go! Modeste, radio for my ship. We’re evacuating, NOW! She told her assistant with a telepathic scream.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective 2 - Survive
[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Felix"] | [member="Vek Calridge"] | [member="Ember Farseer"]

"Not that your apologies and lecturing Disciples aren't fascinating and of crucial importance, Kyrel," Samka grunted unable to hold the Drain over the creature any longer as it shock off her attack and charged. "But we have a situation!"

With an acrobatic back flip, Samka evaded a stone fist which slammed into the spot she'd been just a moment earlier. The beast's next wild attack went for the pilot she'd been stood with. A quick Force Pull snatched him out of harms way in the nick of time, pulling the man along the ground.

"Sorry," she muttered instinctively, knowing the injured pilot can't have found that a pleasant experience but it would be better than death.

Now standing beside the new Disciple, Samka barked orders, not taking her eye off the enemy who seemed spoiled by an abundance of targets as the new rescue team barraged the creature with blaster fire. "Gather the injured and move them to the shuttle," a roar from overhead signified the shuttle's appearance, descending on the beach a short distance away. "We'll keep the beast distracted," A bolt of Lighting erupted from the Ren's finger tips to strike the creature which bellowed in rage.

It was a short pause before Samka spoke again, "And I am not grotesque, thank you."

 

[Zef Halo]

The clearance that formed between him and the Imperials fighting the stone titan gave him a clear view of the situation. The Jedi's head was still spinning from the hard landing after the golem's shockwave but he had to act.

And act quick. More dark side signatures popped on his ethereal radar before appearing physically next to the woman draining the creature of the dark side.

The odds were against him, a fight would only result in a premature death or something far worse. Yet, he couldn't leave without...knowing more. Abruptly, Ember stood up and the hilt of his lightsaber materialized in his hand. Summoning the Force came immediately after as the Jedi rushed in a force-enhanced dash towards the golem's back. He did not have much time, he had to be quick and decisive taking into account that his speedy figure would be immediately noticed by the Imperials and the dark siders. He hoped the threat of the golem would give him enough of time frame to do what he aimed to do.

The blue blade came to life a few feet before the dashing Jedi Knight approached the golem from his side. A supernatural jump followed and a precise slice across the back of the golem. His free hand grasped the slab of rock he had surgically removed from the massive being before his eyes locked with the crimson ones of the dark siders. Ember engraved their faces in his memory before turning his head once more forward and fleeing the scene into the thick jungle.

It was time to go.

Eventually, in time, he would come back.

A powerful creation of the dark side could not be left without further research and decisive action. The Jedi Code called on action against the dark side.

Which did not mean orbit bombing a planet into dust.

[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Vek Calridge"] [member="Felix"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Obj: Kyrffin Around

Things just got interesting. Activity spurred and the two mercenaries jumped to action. "Donnie, cover me while i take out these pirates. Donnie! Donnie where'd you g-Ah!" A stray blaster bolt found it's way to Mackie's side as Donnie had disappeared from the area. "I'm gonna kill that schutta."

Meanwhile, Donnie had managed to intercept a ship currently en route to the plantation by some elite persuasion and skill. A trail of bodies laid behind him as he took his seat in the captain's chair. "I know that feeling. Won't stop nagging me until I confirm it so..here we go." Confidently, Donnie brought the ship to the now chaotic plantation to pick up the cargo awaiting a way out. He did not know how the pirate would react to a change in staff aboard her ship, but Donnie didn't really care or give her a choice in the matter. He needed a way out as well and she was his best bet.

Plus, %$&# Mackie.

[member="Cim Salro"]​

 

[Felix]

The Ren Felix had ditched showed up, this time with a scolding tone as he relayed his dislike for what she had done. The man wasn’t her Master, she didn’t have one at the moment. His words bore weight, there were several before her that were foolish and soon met their end. As much as Felix wanted to ignore the scolding - she knew she couldn’t. A frown replaced her cheeky grin and she moved quickly to avoid the golem’s attack.

Looking towards the Dark Master, Charlie gave him a half smirk and shrugged. “Maybe you should install some jet boots on your armor, Sir.” It was possible he didn’t hear her, because in that moment Samka started to bark orders and remark to him herself. A heavy sigh and Felix listened. Upon seeing who the woman was, she knew she would be in some deep poodoo if she didn’t listen. Gathering some of the wounded, she moved towards the pilot that wasn’t in the best of places.

“Okay you and me we gotta go - shuttle’s here buddy” She helped helped the pilot up if he could muster the energy, if not, well he would find himself being dragged by his shirt towards the shuttle. Felix remarked under her breath towards Samka, “Yeah you are…”

[member="Samka Derith"][member="Kyrel Ren"][member="Vek Calridge"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Jungles of Korbin
Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] // KO'ed: [member="Rexus Wenck"] // Who knows: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Objective 3: Extreme War Games // Take Down Colonel Larusse
Post: 10

Dusk began to fall in the jungle, yet the moon of Korbin shone full and bright, casting almost a spotlight on rug of leaves beneath her feet. Through telepathic means Sarathiel explained to Varas that she was no longer the target of the Ren Master and that Colonel Larusse was.

The brunette Knight had so many questions. What did the man look like? How old was he? They’d literally been dropped off by a junky transport into the middle of the jungle and she had no idea where to start.

Force Sight maybe? Or she could try to track him as a wolf tracks a rabbit, with senses enhanced and heightened by the Force.

She looked around and suddenly Saratheil was gone. “This is a trick, isn’t it?” She snorted and shook her head. “I know what you are trying to do Master, and it won’t work.” But for five minutes, she only listened to the echo of her shouts, the chirping of crickets or other such insects. She supposed either Saratheil had more patience than she did, or else Colonel Larusse really was the target.

Crouching down, she put her hand on the ground to try feel the vibrations of anyone around. Varas caught the Force signature of [member="Alkor Centaris"], but she knew Larusse would not emit any aura at all. The Knight of Ren concentrated again on the audible sounds of the jungle, reducing her hearing of ambient noises and increasing it to focus on anything large like a human. And there! She felt it.

Varas sprinted a quarter of a mile to where thought she’d heard the Colonel, thrashing at vines with her electrostaff to clear her path, until she stopped…

She nearly tripped over the dead body of Colonel Larusse. And a shiver went through her spine as she knelt again and pulling off her gloves, felt for a pulse. He was cold and stiff which made her withdraw her hand without even trying to detect a heartbeat.

Mission accomplished, she thought, until Varas heard a bone-chilling roar nearby - nothing human and it barely sounded like an animal either. And whatever it was it sounded either angry or hungry.

 

[Vek Calridge]

Vek's eyes widened as he pulled grasped his hold out blaster and aimed the shaky weapon towards the mass of rocks that was moving towards him. He had no idea what the massive creature was, he had never seen anything like it. However he knew a hostile creature when he saw one. As the behemoth moved towards him and the girl he fired several shots from the small blaster, the burning bolts of heat seemed to just bounce if of it. He started to pull himself backward away from the monster as he fired at the creature with his blaster. He was breathing heavy as he used his left arm to prop himself up and scoot back.

Just as he thought things couldn't get any weirder, the girl reached out her hand and a thin orange aura crept towards the beast and bean to, drain it? He glared to his right to see a group of stormtroopers rushing out of the jungle, firing at the creature, angering it further. But there was more, a tall dark figure and another girl. We're these force users of some kind? Knights of Ren? Vek gasped as he looked up to see a massive fist lying towards him, not a moment later he was being dragged across the dirt by, nothing?

Vek cried out as the hunk of metal in his side was ripped out while getting caught on a rock. He finally stopped dragging across the ground and winced as he looked up to see the girl again, she apologized for the pain but she had saved him. He just laid there in pain and anguish and blood seeped from the now open wound. As his eyes began to shut again the girl who had come from the jungle was standing over him, asking him to move. "I- I can't move." Tears began to well up in his eyes as he looked to his limp body, a pool of blood surrounding him.

[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Felix"]