Some Days Are For Dying [ TSE Dominion of Raxus ]

[FlowerPower]

Location: Raxis Prime
Objective: Subsume the Lesser Spirit
Allies: None

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Fear. Force, how Imperia missed that. The look of fear in someone's eyes, the taste of it in their aura. it was almost as nice as being worshiped. Almost, but not quite.

Ah, well. One thing at a time. There was this annoying buzzing in her head that needed to be silenced.

Humming a merry tune to herself, Imperia scoped the surrounding area out for a nice little hiding spot. What she was about to do wouldn’t take long, but it was a delicate process. She assumed, at least. It wasn’t like she’d done this before.

A few moments of scouting later, and the (no longer) ghostly Sith found the perfect place; a crevice in the planet’s scrap surface, just the right size for a newly-revived young lady to hunker down and focus on removing an unwelcome guest from her body.

Imperia let out a sigh of contentment as she settled down, closed her eyes, and turned her focus inward, towards the admirably resilient soul of Sera Sadow. Now, what to do with it? It was readily apparent that this darling wasn’t going to leave her body, and if Imperia possessing her wasn’t enough to force her out, then nothing was.

A small smile settled on the Sith’s face after a few seconds. If this Sera was so intent on staying, then perhaps Imperia could oblige her.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Location: Raxus Prime
Objective: Help with the Fort Building
Allies: [member="Sparrow"]
Enemies: None

Standing so close, Vihaan realize the Nezumi was a lot smaller than he originally thought. He could see how building something like this could equate to being a castle to someone so smol. Somewhere the Amaran thought he'd feel a sense of superiority, finally being in a situation where he was the taller one for a change.

He looked at her, at the state of her clothes but without a care in the world aside from continuing her current work. Vihaan blinked in response to the concern and worry that showed in the Nezumi's eyes.

There was none of that holier-than-thou attitude in the Amaran. Sparrow was far too cute, although Vihaan would never openly admit it.

"You're gonna want to build supports if you want to build any higher." He couldn't help himself; pointing out the flaws he could see. Although in a more helpful sense than anything else. "Just adding weight the bottom won't help when a weight is suddenly added at the top."

"Oh, I'm Vihaan by the way. Vihaan Sloan, although most just call me Otto."

 

[Ao Xian]

It reminded her of home.

The acid swamps of Raykka where she'd grown up. It wasn't the fens and bogs and bubbling mud, but the air was similar. The acrid bite of pollution and the unstable footing while not the same, were at least evocative of home. Ao was not a strongly nostalgic figure, but something about the things that reminded her of a certain Raykkan and how they had met, well.

That was worth a little contented sigh over.

Ao did not generally look back, it distracted from the now.

But looking back over the two of them, well, that only somehow gave every moment they spent together more savor.

"Mmmm it's lovely, Gumdrop," she replied lazily, both in response to his comment about the view and her level of comfort.

Coiled up on a pile of cushions, a small furred creature in the center- shedding a ludicrous amount of heat but not actually touching any of the coiled form of the Xykan. Ao could not really be considered a 'pet' person, but this one was alright- besides, it was a custom ordered gift from her schmopsiepoo, which elevated it to very thoughtful indeed.

Sapphire eyes swept over the spread he had put out for them, ear flicking back in discomfort when the twi'lek cried out. But it was fine a moment later when it reverted to simply a soft keening. They tried to compromise between his love of their song and her delicate ears, but sometimes things dipped one way or the other too far for the other's liking.

That was a relationship though, yes? Built on the tenuous stones of the middle ground.

She had a gift for him herself, but it was too delicate to bring out here. She had it stashed away until later.

"It all looks amazing," she purred, batting long eyelashes as her whiskers waved in the warm breeze. "Tell me about each preparation? I don't know where to start it all looks so tasty."

Something on the table sobbed.

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Ao Xian"]

The smol pet in the center of the coiled form of Ao Xian made him smile.

Not simply because of its quality, but because of the memories it had left him. He still held onto a little piece of [member="Cassandra Paige"] to feed on at a special occasion, because... she had tasted heavenly. The fear and pain had given it just that little bit of ooomph that you couldn't get with regular spices. He had been planning on bringing it with him here, but then they had managed to acquire a special treat for the both of them.

It was in the middle of the table and unlike the other dishes? It rotated around its own axis lazily.

A Diathim.

Truly beautiful. Every axis turn it shimmered, shifting its appearance to the eye, but always pretty to the eye. The crimson seeping down from the support pins only further decorated it as far as Kal was concerned.

"Our star dinner is an angel drenched in honey and oil, the edges only slightly roasted to let the taste seep in and its wings marinated with a stew of figs, butter and slices of oranges." Already he was salivating at the thought of it. It was just a shame how... fragile they were. "Sadly it isn't singing for us..." He seemed rather disappointed about that particular prospect.

Eating without a song??

"Or perhaps you would enjoy something more heavy? We have a plucked ape-" A wookiee, but they all looked the same without the fur. "Glazed with garlic sauce and a fresh array of Rishi appetizers to go with it."

The little lizard sitting in the center of Ao huffed softly, letting out a smoke plum.

"Aww, I think the little one is also hungry!"

Truly adorable... maybe Kalak should send a thank you-card to Cassandra or her corporation....

 

[LT-137]

Raxus Secundus - Raxulon Outskirts - Eastern Approach.
Alpha Lance, The Golden Company.

Although the Operator had focused his attention on slaughtering the pockets of resistance entrenched in the outskirts of Raxulon, salting the earth with their ashen remains, the nameless “Khepri” had been cognizant of their passenger. The machine ensured that he found himself somewhat comfortable, and safe from any possible vector of incoming fire - once their shields had collapsed. Had an external vocabulator been installed, it would’ve attempted to strike up a conversation with the figure, and learn what it could about his strange armour. While his implanted files had already pieced together the aesthetic origins and determined that this stranger was from Mandalore, the Machine couldn’t understand the Why? What made the man choose to wear that armour, over something more protective? There were so many questions it wanted to ask, but -- thanks in part to the heavily restrictive programming -- it would never get the answers it sought.

The nameless “Khepri” would, instead, learn of its weak-points and how best to counter an individual adorned in such a magnificent panoply of wargear, should they ever become a hostile threat. Until then, it would focus on the task at hand, and supplement it’s Operator’s abilities with every system it could spare.

While Khonsu had noted a momentary spike in the war machine’s processing capacity, the man pushed aside the fleeting irritation and refocused on the monumental task afore him. His solar ionization cannons had made short work of the entrenched forces of the League, not to mention the prefabricated defences they had hastily erected in defiance of the Empire’s advance into the Sector. For nearly a kilometre in either direction, nothing but molten slag and ash offered the advancing forces any resistance. All that was left, and all that would impede their progress, was the massive shield that would deny them access. However, with the resonance of the bombardment underpinning their every move, it wouldn’t be long until the League’s first line of defence was cast aside. Although it was only a matter of time until they were able to storm the City, Khonsu found himself unable to dredge up the patience that was needed.

Instead of waiting until the League’s generator failed, he had sallied forth from the Sith-Imperial lines and had brought with him something that would allow him - and those forces that had outpaced him - access into the city. From there, they’d be able to locate the generator and destroy it, which would, in turn, bring down the projected barrier and herald the Empire’s endgame. To that end, as the Walkers of Alpha Lance had lumbered towards the barrier’s edge, the vanguard had placed down several T-33 torpedoes, which detonated after their engineers had pulled back to a safe distance. Unphased by the sudden burst of radiation that weakened their shields, the Four “Khepri” war machines forced their way inside the overlapped screens that protected Raxulon - and were met by the armoured units that had taken shelter just behind his cannon’s reach.

The projected corona of his weakened shield flared in response to the chattering fire, draining the capacitor’s reserves faster than he would’ve liked. While he could’ve easily diverted power away from several systems to recover their strength, it would’ve reduced his war machine’s combat effectiveness - something that was admittedly more dangerous than the possibility of collapsing shields. That left him with no choice. He needed to destroy these hidden foes as swiftly as possible so that the “Khepri’s” would be able to partially rest as they advanced towards the shield generator. It was after his weapons were reignited, this time adding the mounted laser cannons and the stuttering wroth brought forth by the rotary blasters, that the Sun Guard was reminded of their passenger. Not willing to take his mind off the desolation that materialized before him, Khonsu wordlessly activated the blink-commands integrated into his armour’s systems and established a secured connection with the Mandalorian affixed to his golden hull.

“I’ve gotten you inside, Fett,” the Thyrsian stated, with his tone seemingly distant and distracted. “Feel free to make your way to the General, I’ll keep them occupied until we reach the shield generator.”

As their Twisuns Legate had spoken with the Scion of Mandalore, One of the nameless War machines had transmitted a single, encrypted, pulse of information to the distant Imperial command post that General Vexen had occupied. It contained a single line of text that informed him of their status, and of how they had managed to breach into the projected shield bubble. It also told him that the generator would soon be taken out of commission and that their Mandalorian asset would be bringing them a gift.

| [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Idris Voahan"] | [member="The League of Voss"] |​

 

[Darth Bellum]

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Kor Vexen​

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Raxus Secundus​

Outskirts of Capital​

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Chatter amongst his officers and commanders were heard from his command post as Vexen continued to stare out at the shielded city, watching as his artillery continued to relentlessly pound away at it. There was no cause for concern at the moment, as his adversaries had essentially locked themselves inside a cage with no way out. Twas the flaw of anyone utilizing a shield as its sole crutch; they always think that it will be the only thing that saves them, but fail to realize how easily they fall once it is swiped out from beneath them. ​

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Even as the battle continued on, Imperial assets had identified and located an alternative way into the city that allowed them to slip under the shield by traveling through an underground sewage system. While [member="Khonsu Amon"] and [member="Koda Fett"] made their way to breach the city from above ground, Vexen had dispatched his own troops to the sewer system to not only breach the city from below, but to prevent the escape of anyone meaning to travel through it.​

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Vexen turned his head as he directed his attention to an officer approaching him, informing him of the entire situation and the status of his assets as well as his men. So far everything was proceeding according to plan. All that was needed was time and patience for his efforts to produce results. In the meantime he began dispatching droids and walkers to begin advancing upon the city, pressuring it along one front and alleviate pressure for Khonsu and Koda's entrance to the city.​

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[Lemon]

RAXIS SECUNDUS
THE CAPITAL, EASTERN APPROACH

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The Bounty Hunter had one focus in mind as he rode upon the back of a walker, combined with it's movements and violent actions upon the soil- the returning fire made it no easier, but it wasn't anything Fett wasn't accustomed too. Conflict was in his blood, it was his purpose, and all he had ever known. It wasn't as if there was a better life he left or longed for, truly a lost soul caught up in a trade he's exceptional within. Unfortunately, it deals in death.

Such is life.

​Fett offered no words after acknowledging Khonsu, simply leaping from the walker as flames aggressively spat from the bottom of his jetpack, enabling flight. Rough locations of the General were known to him as per intel, however it may as well of been a needle in a haystack. No matter, Fett would find his man. He always did.

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[AMCO]

Location: Raxus Prime
Objective: Search Find the Junk Temple
Allies: [member="Sparrow"] and [member="Vihaan Sloan"]
Enemies: Those sneaky Jedi and his own sense of direction

It was supposed to be easy. A Jedi Temple? On Raxus Prime? How hard could that be to locate? He had been sure it would stick out like a Hutt at a charity auction and so he had landed his shuttle on the surface near where the Temple was supposed to be. It had started poorly, even then. His ship had been a bit too big for the unstable pile of garbage that was the planet. It had forced him to jump while the shuttle hovered above the trash-filled surface. He hadn't even been able to bring his speeder, the terrain was simply too fething messy for his civilian racing model.

As he trudged along mountains of scrap, he muttered to himself in Sith, annoyed by his complete inability to find a temple. A temple! They're not exactly known for being subtle. "Ztadase dalin." Accursed luck. That's what it was. It shouldn't have been this hard. The last time he had seen a Jedi temple, it had stood out like a beacon. A beacon of mildly nauseating radiance, but a beacon nonetheless. This? This was just stupid. How was he supposed to find anything in this... this... mess. He hadn't even found any locals... well, besides the Rodian. The Rodian had been useless though. Taking a moment to curse the, recently deceased, oaf, he crested a small hill of garbage, getting a good look at the landscape for the first time in a while.

Sigh. More scrap. As far as the eye can see. As much as he hated to admit it, he was getting closer to admitting defeat. It had been two karking hours, after all. One more hill. One more, and he'd turn back. Shuffling up another small rise, he gazed upon... well... he wasn't sure. It was definitely not a temple, but it looked like... a house? Several? It was tiny, whatever it was. There was even a similarly small wall, though he didn't know what exactly it was meant to protect against, given its size. In front of it was a small furry creature. It was clothed, whatever it was, but it looked too big for the... residence? Fort? Oh, what the Hell. It's not like he had any better leads. Awkwardly trudging down the "mountain" of junk, he made his way towards the strange sight, making quite a lot of noise in the process, his snazzy black environment suit with its purple trim looking entirely out of place on the junkyard planet, though even his best efforts had been unable to prevent the legs from being caked in dust and shudder probably far worse. Nine Hells of Corellia, he needed to get off this rock.

 

[Elijah Black]

Raxus Secundus
Tamwith Bay

The war camp was a busy location. Force knew the nurses and doctors were working to the point of exhaustion, taking in far more than they had capacity to tend to. People were prioritised. Thanks to some wide EMP-type strikes they were low on medical droids to boot.

Zylah understood this. Yet even so, it bothered her to see one constantly overlooked. Not because his need wasn't great and not because they didn't have the time. Because of the colour of his shirt. The value on his life was set to low. She could have listened to and perhaps even appreciated their reasoning, had it not been for the hate in their eyes and the malice in their hearts as they passed him by. The war had treated them poorly, she knew, but hate bred hate, and so every piece ensured the cycle continued.

"I'm Zylah" she said suddenly and coming out of nowhere, making eye-contact by way of greeting before quickly moving on. She had caught the injured Sith soldier by surprise, she could tell. "Hold still" she said calmly, not pausing to hear any protest, objection or question along the lines of 'what the kark are you doing'. What was she doing? Fixing you, silly.

Perhaps it was easier to simply raise your weapon to an enemy. When they were defeated, it would only take a single moment to eliminate a threat and that would be the end. Yet, Zylah believed it was not the only way.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Raxus Secundus orbit
Objective: Rack up body count

Almost immediately after leaving the hangar, Zahori came under fire from enemy fighters. They were hardened and well trained, but the Malicious One was far too strong to be taken down by the likes of the League of Voss. As many attempted to chase Zahori's starfighter, each one was ripped apart by TIE fighters watching the Admiral's back. Zahori felt as if she were a young pilot once again, fresh into battle and eager to test her skills against enemies of the Empire. With the Pellucid Crown atop her head, she felt at one with her fighter, causing her movement to be fluid and calculated without much effort.

"All squadrons, focus fire on the main Star Defender."

Several squadrons of TIEs formed up in their formations and moved for the Viscount-class at the center of the League's fleet alongside Admiral Denko. Multiple blasts from flak cannons were exploded in the approach vector of the Imperial squadrons to the Star Defender. Zahori, even if she got hit, had no worries. She knew her starfighter was more than durable enough to take it's lumps.

 

[Sera Sadow]

Location: Raxis Prime
Objective: Cease
Allies: None

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The worst thing, Sera found, was that she couldn’t cry. She couldn’t do anything, for that matter. She was utterly defenseless against whatever depravity this...this thing had in mind, utterly at the mercy of a creature that had no concept of it.

And then, suddenly, there was pain.

No, not pain. Pain was physical, and more importantly, pain was substantive. Pain was something. What Sera felt wasn't. It was emptiness, a gnawing void in her soul that grew slowly larger as Imperia robbed Sera of who she was, scraping away hopes and memories like meat from a bone. She wasn’t being killed - she was being consumed.

She wished she could tell her parents goodbye.

And then she wished she could remember who they were.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Tamwith Bay - The Magistrate

Join the jedi, they said. We're the good guys, they said.

Well that was before the war, and before the withdrawal. Drexden would never withdraw without evacuation. He would never leave them behind like- No. Focus on the present. Focus on your task. The master had given him a task. He had to get the message to the magistrate before it was too late.

Someone was plotting to murder the Magistrate.

The breath was quick in his mouth as he abandoned his speeder and climbed the fence. He didn't have time for the checks, he had to get this through. He didn't have time to be stopped, he had to get this through. The war depended on it. Civilian life depended on it. Drexden's own sanity depended on his ability to get the message to the Magistrate.

Bolts of plasma crashed into the wall next to him as he ducked. The young Rodian drew his lightsabre. He batted two more shots back and hit one of the assailants in the chest. Oh Force, what if it was all a misunderstanding? No. The Force would lead him on. He couldn't look back. He mustn't be attached. The League depended on him. He was a Jedi, and he would be the one to bring down the Sith.

Drexden Zoost; Hero of Raxus.

No, mustn't. Focus, breathe. Run. The sabre extinguished, but remained in his hand as he turned the corner.

 

[LT-137]

Raxus Secundus - Raxulon Outskirts - Eastern Approach.
Alpha Lance, The Golden Company.

With their Mandalorian passenger delivered to his destination, Khonsu turned his attention to the gnats that began to gather in the streets below. There, he had found dozens of soldiers from the League taking position down the narrow street, hefting various shoulder-mounted weapons in an attempt to finally bring down his Walker’s shields. Whatever munitions they brought to bear would force his barrier to dissipate, unless they had somehow and mistakenly loaded bags of woven beads. As doubtful as that was, the “Khepri” growled in autonomous reply and spat death from its rotary blasters in a valiant attempt to deny them the chance to depress their triggers. However, even as they died to a man, there were several streams of activation that were spewed forth by the light weapons and followed seconds thereafter by the blossoming detonations of fiery flowers. The war machine’s projected barrier collapsed soon after being rocked by the subsequent impacts in a shower of evaporating plasma and destabilized magnetic energy ignited by the impact.

As his forward viewscreen had rimmed itself in flashing crimson, and the cockpit filled with a harshly harmonic chime, Khonsu pushed the walker into a side street, nearly barreling into the battle-scarred surface of a building in the process. With a twist of his wrists and a hard yank towards his person, the towering golden crustacean scraped along the outskirts of the structure, causing innumerable amounts of surface damage that would have to be repaired before it was to be occupied again. Although, that was of little concern to the Mercenary. He had a job to do, and it wouldn’t do his reputation, let alone the payment he was about to receive, any good if he was caught worrying about something utterly minuscule in the Empire’s grand design for Raxus Secundus.

Thus, the Sun Guard drove his mechanical steed further and further into the Capital’s embrace, followed swiftly after by the remnants of Alpha Lance, and their lumbering war machines.

It wasn’t long after his shields had collapsed, that the capacitors had recharged and the emitters once again thrummed with projected energy. Having gone so long without encountering resistance, at least worthy enough to cause more than aesthetic damage, the Twisuns Legate figured that there was no better time than to initiate the automated recharging cycle and hope for the best. While a sheepish smile had adorned his lips, Khonsu knew that with his luck it was more than likely that every junction he had crossed, or came up too, housed a unit of soldiers that were sworn to the League of Voss and were more than capable of rendering his walker immobile. However, as he passed one intersection after another, the Thyrsian noted a distinct lack of opposition, which, with the shield overhead weakening under the ceaseless duress of General Vexen’s bombardment, left the man thinking they were re-deployed to that distant front.

That meant there was a possibility of a token garrison defending the generator, or that the troops were withdrawn to defend the installation in order for their technicians to begin repairs - further strengthening the projected barrier and keeping the City of Raxulon from falling into the Empire’s taloned claws. Whatever the case was, Khonsu had managed to push the Walker’s of Alpha Lance through the habitation district on the Eastern Approach, and found himself coming to a halt - almost face to face with the towering generator. The spire, capped with a circular dish, dominated much of the Landscape within this portion of the city and was within the range of his primary weapons. As entertaining as it would be to close the gap between his position and the fortified installation, there was little time for him to see that through and successfully keep to his assigned timetable. So, without further delay, the Sun Guard ordered his men to take up firing positions alongside his walker and target the fixture beneath the enormous concave projector.

Once the targeting solutions had acquired a lock, the Four Assault Walkers had opened fire with blinding beams of solarized plasma. Mere seconds after they were discharged, the emitter dish found itself without a connection to the base’s foundation and came crashing down on top of the levels below. This triggered a consecutive chain of events, as the detonations rippled throughout the tower’s frame, and effective vaporized the shield that had previously defended the city. As the tower crumbled, Khonsu transmitted the confirmation of his target’s demise to the distant Imperial command post, along with a request for new orders. With the shield destroyed, there were plenty of opportune targets for his unit to chase after, but as the Empire had procured his services - it was always a good idea to see what they wanted assistance with when they began advancing into the city.

| [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Idris Voahan"] | [member="The League of Voss"] |​

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: Tamwith Bay
Objective: Redirect the flow of trade to the Empire
Allies: -

The communicator beeped with a reply and Sebastian slid the device securely into his pocket. With every explosion which rattled the outside of the building, he jolted in his seat and looked over his shoulder every so often. He regained his focus and scrolled through the windows of data on the screen while he chewing the end of his pen, a bad habit he had been meaning to overcome.

Blue code rolled down one screen as Sebastian swished through windows on screen standing directly opposite, displaying the details of of trade routes, ports and their resources. Beside him, Tula removed her blazer, revealing a lace-trimmed blouse and applied lip gloss while she organized files. He shifted his glance to the computer screen and continued to type away, analyzing the rate at which the funds were processed and redirecting them to the Imperial ports.

On the graphs displayed in the windows on the left holo-screen, the flow of data began to drop as Sebastian cut off the supply lines. Too gradually for anybody to notice at first, he scanned the trade network for vulnerabilities and erased the routes supplying ports ruled by the League of Voss. The line on the graph continued to droop, before he switched to the following window and repeated the process. His wrist began to cramp as he typed and he pulled his eyes away from the screen to take a break.

Tula had left her desk and Sebastian had heard no more messages arrive on his communicator. Shifting his eyes, he noticed that most of the floor where clearing out, possibly for a morning break. That did not seem right, since he had only just arrived. He took the moment to sit at Tula's computer and read through her messages.

"Target located." The last message in her outbox read.

Sebastian gulped and looked over his shoulder for sign of Tula. Taking a breath, he quickly sat back at his own desk and checked his pocket. The communicator was gone. He ran through the desks and down the corridor, searching frantically for the agent, before she found him. Lines of people moved towards exits, preparing for an evacuation while the bay was shelled. Sebastian ran in the opposite direction, more intent on finding Tula and whatever she planned to do.

A pair of blue lekku swayed side to side down the corridor and Sebastian planted his back behind a corner. He turned around and moved slowly towards her as she disappeared at every turn. The hem of his coat brushed his ankles as he picked up his pace, before Tula turned around and caught him face-to-face.

"You need to be evacuating with everyone else." She said in a tone more serious than how she had spoke previously. Glaring downwards, she eyed Sebastian with an edge of steel.

"I'm looking for my communicator." Sebastian spoke quietly. The line of his mouth remained straight as he focused on the wall. He had no means of defense against her and did not know what weapons she had hidden away.

"I left it on your desk." A diversion. Perhaps she knew that he was only a civilian and did not wish to harm him, or her target had been somebody else. Either way, Sebastian had no choice other than to believe her. Should he stay and fight, he was done for. When Tula turned to walk away, he took one step forward, motioning to follow her as she turned around.

"You don't want to do that." She said with her back turned. Sebastian froze, his mouth firmly shut. He wanted to ask questions, when no sound came from his mouth. As he watched the woman stride away, he smacked his forehead repeatedly in frustration.

 

[Ao Xian]

Ao's nostrils flares and she sighed in obvious appreciation and contentment.

"I do so love when you use honey, sugar ears," she replied warmly. "It smells delicious."

Honestly, Ao was just as happy that it wasn't singing. It was a thing she tolerated because she loved him, but sometimes it was down right painful.

"The Diathim," she decided after mulling for a moment over the choices. "To start. It seems the perfect thing to begin such a meal with. I'm afraid if I start with the Ape I'll have no room for anything else and then where would we be?"

After he had made his choice for starters, Ao casually used the Force to shift things across the table. Several choice bits were set aside to feed to her pet as the meal progressed, and her eyes gleamed at him across the spread, watching with clear affection as they settled in for their anniversary picnic.

"I am glad I looked you up again, after all those years," she said, ears laying back in a mark of sincerity beyond simple truth and into a depth of feeling that could not be explained in the limited aspects of spoken basic. "One of the best decisions I ever made."

[member="Kalak the Raykkan"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

Scrap. Scrap, junk, garbage, debris, and refuse. Everywhere. And not a lick of it was worth salvaging. Ceypleskey Fu, an orange-skinned Rodian with a half-off right antenna, kicked petulantly at the ground. This sent a worthless plasteel can into a pile of other, even more mundane plasteel cans. Which sat at the bottom of a mountain of plasteel cans. Which was one of several mountains of palsteel cans that comprised a range of plasteel cans that constituted Rodian Junk Cartel territory.

Karking Tionese. They got all the good scrap. Lucky bastards.

After several minutes of staring at the pile, contemplating his miserable place in a more miserable universe, a friend of his showed up - Niildopow Preetch. Niildopow was a light green-skinned Rodian who was, despite years of service with the Junk Cartel, total unmarred. Unless you counted his steadily failing eyesight. Ceypleskey assumed it was failing, anyway. There had to be some reason Niildopow was squinting all of the time. More to the point, though, Niildopow still had both of his antennas. Ceypleskey resented this more than could be described.

"Hey," said Niildopow. "You busy?"

Really? Do I look busy? "No."

"Wralnall says she saw those - whatchacall'em - Jawas unearth an old Kuat ship. Should be good scrap. We're gonna go wait on the other side of the pile 'till they finish hauling all the good stuff out and then beat them up for it. Wanna come?"

Always with the beatings and the stealing. But it couldn't be helped. Jawas got all the good scrap. Lucky bastards. "Yeah, I guess. I'll catch up in a minute."

"Good deal." Niildopow squinted at his surroundings for several moments to orient himself and then proceeded down the path, leaving Ceypleskey alone to contemplate the plasteel can piles.

And contemplate he did.

 

[Lemon]

RAXIS SECUNDUS
THE CAPITAL, EASTERN APPROACH

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The cacophony of chaotic sounds became muffled, near silenced by the thick walls of the rubble, still finding it's way through the cracks and into the ears of the Mandalorian. His booted feet crushed the withering stone beneath him, each bit of dust trickling over him as the buildings rumbled violently. It was possible that the structure was to simply collapse, bringing an end to the infamous Fett. Not today, a man such as Fett lived a long life when it may just be better for him to die young. At least he could die knowing that the galaxy would not forget his name.

There it was. The sound of encroaching footsteps and hushed tones of voice catching his attention, the T-Shaped Visor shifting in it's direction. Koda's feet crossed over each other as slowly stepped off to the left, his carbine trained on the doorway they were rapidly approaching... but then, a soft wall? Thin, breakable, perfect.

The Bounty Hunter stood with his right side against the thin wall, activating his scanning pulse to view the positions in which the inbound adversaries held. Once they reached the opposite side of the wall, Fett activated his jetpack, forced through the thin wall and into the League's soldiers. Panicked yelps were held as some simply fell back down the stairs whilst others were thrust over the railing and to their deaths. Those that remained were executed with precision.

An armored corpse remain slumped up against the wall, and Fett took notice of the comm chatter coming from this individual. He took a knee, rummaging over the body, tuning his own helmet's comms to their own.

 

[Kalak the Raykkan]

[member="Ao Xian"]

"With one honeyed angel going to waste."

He smacked his lips and nodded. "I agree, I will have some of them too then." Kalak enjoyed it when they were eating the same thing at the same time- it allowed him to taste what she was tasting, to link the subtle expression shifts according to the taste they were both experiencing. It was... intimate and Kal liked it. There were better ways to bring each other close rather than the usual mammalian desire for mating and touching, it made him shudder to think about it.

Barbarians.

What she said next made him look up from his meal.

A bright smile, showing sharp carnivorous teeth, followed by a softening of eyes. The almost crimson making way for a warm yellow glow. "Oh, babycakes, I was so happy." Letting his mind stretch out to nuzzle hers softly where she liked it most. "Even more to find out how successful and powerful you have grown over the years. Truly the walk of the goddess becomes you."

"You should try some of the ash-mutton, dear, the Gamorrean was especially rude, but it goes great with the wings."

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Raxus Prime, Cartel Controlled Junkyards
Objective: Deal with the Rodian Junk Cartel
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

Several minutes ticked by before Ceypleskey had his fill of contemplating. The Rodian sighed, kicked another plasteel can, and then began his sad little trudge to the edge of Rodian territory. The walkways the Rodian Junk Cartel had paved through its lackluster holdings were almost always flanked by mountains of garbage. They were more like trenches and valleys, come to think of it. It wasn't exactly safe. Nothing was safe. Just this week there had been, like, three separate avalanches. Trashalanches. Two people had died, but they weren't Rodians. Just a bunch of idiots who didn't know how to navigate the territory properly, so it didn't matter.

The Rodians knew how to walk around without stumbling over themselves. You either learned or you died. Few people outside the Cartel dared to come out here, so it did make a good spot to hole up and launch raids from. Cepleskey was considering all this when he entered a wide open clearing and found a Gand sitting cross-legged on a small pile of garbage. Ragged robes, apparently unarmed. The Rodian stopped dead in his tracks, hand already on his sidearm - a busted up DL-44 that worked maybe 60% of the time.

If that sounds specific, that was because it was. He had done the math. There wasn't exactly a lot for him to do out here, you know. Definitely not like he could get a new gun. Rest of the Cartel got all the good guns. Lucky bastards.

"Hallo," said the Gand, as if it were perfectly normal for him to be here.

Ceypleskey drew his pistol out of the holster, but didn't take aim it just yet. "Who're you?"

"I am happy you haf seen me. Your friend valked by as eef I vere not here."

"Man, I don't..." Ceypleskey trailed off, then continued more authoritatively. This guy was trespassing, after all! "Who're you? And what're you... Doing out here?"

"Aldabert," the former Findsman answered, "Und I haff been sent to offer you... A job."

Ceypleskey scoffed audibly, "You get all your employees from sitting around in junkyards?"

"You vould be quite suuprised."

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Raxis Secundus - Tamwith Bay
Objective: Pass judgment in the name of the Valkyries
Allies: The Sith
Tags: [member="Zylah Dvale"]

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:: This is Marala. I have spotted an enemy camp. I am too far off to see how many people are present, much less how many are armed, if any. Sending coordinates to you now. ::

:: Understood. I will be heading there immediately. Remain somewhere within the vicinity in case backup is required. Out. ::

Without delay Darth Avacyn began to move towards the coordinates she had been given, intent on finding out what the discovered camp harbored. Getting close was likely going to be a challenge, however. Chances were that if the place was of any significance it would have to be heavily guarded and as such she decided she would keep her distance as much as possible until she was certain of their numbers.

It did not take long for the camp to come within the Sith Lady's view, at which point she halted her approach for a moment. To proceed any further without caution was ill-advised and so she began to slowly inch closer until the distance was closed enough to be able to scout it out.

Then, a ripple.

Her senses told Avacyn something she was not surprised by, but it did not make things easier in the slightest. There was something, or rather someone who left a clear signature within the Force, the indication that there was a Jedi there more likely than not. Suddenly the situation had become that much more complicated, even if it had the potential to be turned into a good thing.