Invasion Some Like it Hoth [Galactic Alliance Invasion of First Order Hoth|Bespin Hex]

[Aeron Kreelan]

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H O T H
Hanging Valley
[member="Tsuki Aihara"] @Isar Kislo

"Don't look glum, kid, I am sure you'll get you're 'bout of fun soon enough." Aeron managed to quip out to Isar, sparing him a quick look between him and Tsuki. A check of her holographic data screen upon her wrist gave her updates on the current movements outside of what had formally been known as Echo Base. They were already engaging.

Sure enough, a message was patched through:

“Captain Vyrgg here, of team S. What’s your status?”

[ This is Sombra Three, need a little more time but expect a show. ] Aeron replied, the U-Wing giving another rumble. A voice beside her gave her the update.

"Landing in a minute." now would be the moment of truth. kark, why did it have to be me? she mused. If anything, Aeron was the worst possible choice when it came to diplomacy, but at least her bullpoodoo meter was high. If sweet words couldn't do it, then cold, hard logic would.

"Try to keep your lips shut this time around," it was said in mild annoyance to Isar but not with any venom. It was also in direct reference to the fact that Isar had completely decided to pick up a call meant for Aeron back on Sullust. Needless to say, Aeron hadn't been too pleased.

"Aihara, I'll need you to stay close. Don't go wondering off." they needed to be able to work together. A check of her powercell and then the woman secured her blaster pistol. Not that she'd need it from the get go. Well, one hoped.

The Heavenly Range wasn't far from Veers Outpost at all. It was both a benefit and a risk. With a near silent swoop, the three stealth craft would continue their low flying to keep under the radar. Within a few minutes, they reached the designated contact area.

"Landing in three, two, one...." the Stealth U-Wing approached the small range, landing just outside a cavern entrance. From within its depths, large, shaggy forms came to light.

It was the Talz.

This was going to be a fun talk.

Spoiler: Gear for Aeron and NPCs

For Aeron

• SI-HD Armor
• SI-17 Stealth Blaster
• BTI-839 Sonic Carbine
• Force Imbued Diskblade
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NPCS: Deployment of initial Omega Pyre Forces
Omega Pyre Special Forces | Troops of HBD-300 Droid Series SI-HD Armor | VT-Portable Shield Generator | BC-RT 1900 Portable Shield | Directed Charge | Multi Weapon Standard Model| KUT-42 'Stark' Plasma Torch | VT-Disruption Cutter | Neutra Hypoinjector Wristband | Neutra Serum Gas Dispenser | Serum Aurek | TS-N Healing Serum | BA-H377 Browncoat Forcebreaker Grenade | BTI-839 Sonic Carbine | ARGH- HVKF-MD-1 - Approved Technology | VT-SDC 13 - Approved Technology |Infiltrator Scarab Droid | Mindshackle Scarab Swarm |Incinerator Scarab Swarm | OBL-0 Scout Drone | OBL-1 Defense Drone | OBL-3 Attack Drone | OBL-4 Sniper Drone

Larger Land Forces to land subsequently later with the rest of GADF.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Ison Corridor
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Achim Veers"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Enemies:
Objective: Raise morale and anger
Ship: DRS Kaga

Ship complement.

Spoiler

3x Squadrons of Venom-class elite fighters
3x squadrons of T-90 Arrow-class
4x squadrons of XJ-9 Advanced X-wing
2x Squadrons of BTL S12 Aerofortress K-wings
4x squadrons Devastator-class heavy fighters
2x Squadrons of Remnant-class mutlirole fighters

Aedan yawned as he sat on the command throne of his newest ship the Dragon Reaper ship Kaga a newly made IFW Impellor-class battle carrier that had been purchased for use by him. His chin rested in his hand as he made a small sound of distaste looking at the close to live feed from the almost absolute devestation that the GA was bringing upon what was almost clearly a evacuation convoy. All around him from both his ship and the others hiding in the nebula he could feel the anger and rage bellowing forth smirking he let it fill him for a moment turning his gaze towards the leader of this expedition wondering what the man would do. There were a few choices laid out as far as Aedan could see and personally he was rather leaning towards one of the last ones they could always stay hidden in the nebula waiting for their trap to spring, they could abandon the trap and rush to save the convoy possibly making it in time to save a portion of them. OR they could choose to send in another morsel as bait someone to farther enrage the GA into chasing them farther into their own demise. Someone that had worked with them quite recently smirking Aedan almost wished that order would come. The order for his ship to jump to hyperspace and appear behind the GA and their cowardly attack firing on them and starting to draw them away from the convoy of evacuating civilians. Turning his gaze towards the ship the young man muttered to himself almost bored. "Which will you choose I wonder Carlyle. Will you abandon the civilians or will you dangle the pirate as bait to save them. I wonder who you put more value on let us wait and see."

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Objective: Free the hunted and enslaved!
Allies: GA Officially [member="John Shepherd"] Ξ [member="Nawago"] Ξ [member="Joza Perl"] Ξ [member="Leo Vandermolen"] Ξ [member="Bryce Bantam"] (Others with GA characters)
Enemies: All who would harm Wampa! FO

Gear and equipment -

Spoiler

Vehicle -

• B-Wing

Apparel -

• Sanya's mask
• Royal circlet
• Sekallien Grand Master Robes (not equipped)
• Black rose trench coat
• Timbre armor

Weapons -

• sword

The small squodron of b-wings flashed out of hyperspace not far behind the white hat. She wasn't sure on the details. She didn't really care about them. After all how difficult was a run of the mill escort. Well that's what she thought anyway. There was many other ships flooding into the sector mostly military. "This is S do you read Dancer? My squadron is accounted for. You have some explaining to do when we are down there. I've a feeling this was no straight forward escort mission was it?" She said contacting Bryce.

She'd keep her distance from the white hat. "T, A stay close lock s-foils. We don't know what to be expecting. Just, just be prepared for the worse. The situation here doesn't look good with all these ships around." She was keeping her eyes on the sensors. The majority of battle ships entering the system was at a good distance mostly ships assigned to the galactic alliance. That alone put her in edge never mind been in first order territory. Her standing relationship with both wasn't the best. Actually far from it.

Sanya had a bad feeling about the this mission. There must have been a reason she was chose. Maybe to be observed or maybe battle experience. It was guess work. Its always guess work. "This is Jana thane. My squodron was hired to escort the dancers on the white hat. Requesting permission to follow the in for landing?"

 

[Isar Kislo]

Hanging Valley
[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]

Isar opened his eyes slowly as he heard Aeron's voice directed towards him. His face remained an expressionless mask save for a single arched eyebrow. Did he look glum? Isar had always been prone to rather intense moments of silence in most aspects of his life. Well - save for a recent interaction on Naboo with [member="Mira Rekali"], but that entire experience had been...foreign to him. At least his thoughts weren't distracted now. The impending reality of combat was always the perfect cure for wandering attentions.

"Try to keep your lips shut this time around."

Light blue eyes had shifted to regard the young woman accompanying them that he did not know, but they quickly redirected to Aeron once she addressed him. This time, the look he gave her was one of mild amusement. "Let's just stay focused on the mission. You can command the actions of my lips all you want afterwards." A playful, joking wink mostly meant to stir Aeron's emotion followed the comment as Isar pulled on the gloves of his armor.

Once they'd touched down, Isar stood and pulled on his heavy cloak before grasping a pair of goggles with his left hand.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ison Corridor
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"]
Forces: One civilian science frigate

The picket line vanished in a string of fireballs. Every soul on the bridge flinched. Naturally that didn't include Ashin.

“Transfer helm command to my station.” She began setting up a randomized course that went nowhere but would throw off long-range targeting like mad. “Any survivors?”

“Nebular interference. Eighty percent certainty of no.”

Ashin nodded. “Ops, deploy two SIARC probes to look for survivors, and two SUREC probes to jump for Varonat. Nav, begin calculating a jump to follow them.”

The Alliance vessels ceased fire. The Shambhala didn't stop dancing around.

A Barabel turned from the comm panel. “Captain, the Alliansse iss hailing uss.”

“Put it through.”

"Civilian ship registered as SS Shambhala, this is ANS Argent Dawn of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. This is an active warzone. We recommend you leave the area immediately."

Ashin cleared her throat. It was only a matter of time until they checked their databases. The Shambhala had tangled with a GADF cruiser in a neutral Wild Space system months ago. The cruiser had suspected it of intelligence gathering and opened fire. The Shambhala, by the skin of its metal teeth, had defeated that cruiser comprehensively. And there were other considerations that shaped Ashin’s reply, which took her a moment to formulate.

“Argent Dawn, this is the Shambhala, a civilian research vessel registered to New Habat University on Varunda Nine. You're speaking with Captain Ashin Varanin of the NHU shuttle service.” One by one, the bridge crew turned to look at her. She sensed confusion, shock, elation, fear. But they'd flown with her across the Unknown Regions, through worse than this. They could handle knowing who she was. “You've destroyed a military convoy bearing evacuation telesponders. Due to nebular interference, I've deployed probes to search for survivors. Thank you for ceasing fire. I would strongly recommend remaining at long range until we finish our search and leave.”

She nodded to the Barabel, who closed off the transmission.

“Thank you, Davoss. Oh, and please send a standard distress call to FIS Kuragen at Anoat, when you find a moment.”

Willem at Ops straightened up. “Ma’am, the probes detect no survivors - no significant biomass at all.”

“Ahh.” Ashin found herself grinning. “Someone's playing games. And by someone, I mean I'd wager serious money on Cyrus Tregessar appearing behind those Alliance fleets with a Darr Itah in the next couple of minutes. Or maybe not Tregessar: he'd have been more thorough with the ruse.”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Stealth U-Wing​

Objective: Prepare for some fun and games​

Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Abel"] [member="Shamira_Karuto"]​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: No one yet​

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"We should probably stick together for now," she said as Gabriel switched their insertion point. She could feel it too, a shift in the currents of the Force that... something was building at the plaza. The incineration plant would make for, in her opinion, a more direct access to the infrastructure they needed to capture. Plus, not many civilians were likely to get in the crossfire with any First Order or Ren in the area if they went in through an industrial section of the city.

She smiled as the nervous Padawan asked her her question. She honestly could not remember the last time she had been nervous about participating in such an operation. Given her background, she really didn't have such a luxury.

"I've been doing missions like this a long time, Padawan Karuto," she answered kindly. "Once you've done enough operations, the nervousness doesn't really strike you much. Plus, just between you and me, I expect some of our opponents to run away. They like to do that for some odd reason."

The last was added as a bit of joke for the Padawan, to relieve the tension somewhat for them. Taeli was still mystified about the Ren's actions on Mustafar, and that meant she really didn't have a high opinion of their little Force order yet... if ever.

"Don't worry about trying to live up to some expectation you think we have either," she continued. "Focus on staying alive and help however you think you can best."

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Samka Derith"]​

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E N E M I E S​

[member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Abel"] | [member="Shamira_Karuto"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Assist with Evacuation​

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Mishel had been on her way to the market when she first heard it, the sirens. Raid sirens wailed throughout the city civilians panicked at first and then recalled the training given to them, Bespin Wing Guard were already out in force. "Miss you need to get to a shelter, now!" One of them told her directing her toward one of the bunkers. She at least darted that way until he wasn't looking and was occupied elsewhere. The teenager wondered what the cause for the raid sirens were, normally drills were planned out in advance. And then as she passed through the market behind several stalls she heard it. They were being invaded by the Alliance, and as the market stall owners took their belongings heading for one of the evacuation lines she stopped to listen in on their conversation. And chuckled a moment, as one of the men said, "bloody Alliance terrorist they are!" His companion replied, "let's hope they're defeated quickly, I've got an appointment with Dr. Narsalu over in the Barrow District." - "Oh with Dr. Narsalu, mhmm? And what kind of cybernetic implant are you getting now?" - "None of your business but with any luck, I'll be able to see if a man is an Alliance agent and turn'im in propa!" - "You couldn't see if they were bloody terrorist any more than you can see a good deal!"

"This way!" The teenager directed, "evacuation lines here! C'mon, c'mon! You don't need to bring your whole stall, sir!" She yelled as he dragged his cart behind him doing his best to keep all of the contents in one piece.

The Atrisian man looked at her with arched brows, "we're being raided, there will be hungry people, and hungry people will want noodles and cabbages! I've got both!" He came right up to Mishel and shoved a finger into her chest, "and are you going to deprive an old man of an opportunity to make a profit?"

"I-" Mishel was stunned, flabbergasted really because who would try to make a profit at a time like this, other than maybe pirates and scoundrels. "Uh, no, no sir but it's-"

"I am well aware of how long it'll take but I aim to feed the people! Hail Seiger! Hail Natasi Fortan!" He shouted with glee as he pulled his cart behind him, whilst Mishel simply stepped out of the way and scratched her head a moment. She looked away and headed down a parallel street to another portion of the market doing her best to help people move out of harm's way. Bespin Wing Guards were now joined by Stormtroopers who worked to set up barricades, turrets and other defence mechanisms. It was about here she felt a particularly familiar presence and quirked a brow as she looked in the direction of another portion of market near the Plaza. Military police joined the fray working to help families with young children and the elderly getting them to evacuation zones. It seemed so chaotic, but ... an organized chaos as it were, Mishel stopped a moment to watch it and then recalled the familiar presence within the force. "Alkor?" She said aloud to no one in particular, "well if Alkor's-" And then she heard his voice over First Order channels.

"Alkor! It's Mishel I'm near the markets, where are you?"

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: Free the hunted and enslaved!
Allies: GA Officially [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] (Others with GA characters)
Enemies: All who would harm Wampa!
Theme X

Aboard The White hat they waited for a reply from Hoth control. One they were not sure was going to come. Unbeknownst to them, the Alliance had began entering that system with what looked like an attack force. Vessels of battle and all sorts of landing craft had appeared from no where. If they were not careful they may be mistaken as part of the attack.

"Thanks Leo, and to answer your questions about calm I say alcohol, time, and a severe lack oh humility. If I were you getting a good buzz on, should help."

Putting on his sash Bryce turned to Nawago.

"Absolutly man, love the positive waves keep them coming."

Having addressed those in the back Bryce made his way to the bridge where Joza was helping Shep get ready.

"Feth Joza, you know anything about an attack? This is truing into a fur ball real quick and if we don't get out shebs out of here then we are gonna get caught in the cross fire I'm afraid.Signal space control and Sanya again. Have her keep those fighters to back. Don't want them too close and make us look like a thread, or to far either encase we come under fire."

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Name	Class	Shields	Status	Squadrons
ANS Viperous	Custom MC60 Cruiser	100	Holding Position	N/A
ANS Dauntless	Peregrine	100	Flanking Viperous	2 Squadron Sprite-class X-Wing, 1 Squadron K-Wing, 1 Squadron D-Wing
ANS Shriek	Strike	100	Flanking Viperous	2 Squadron Dauntless class, 4 U-Wing gunships, 2 Inimica class gunships
Epsis	Subversion	100	Bespin Clouds	Wraith Squadron, 1 Squadron Cloaked U-Wings
Subversion	Subversion	100	Bespin Clouds	Spectre Squadron, 1 Squadron U-Wing Gunships

Spoiler: fighter links

Sprite X-Wing
Dauntless class X-Wing
K-Wing Aerofortress
D-Wing Fast Bomber
U-Wing anti-fighter gunship
OS-G2 Knights
Inimica-class Gunships

Allies: [member="Raze Lyter"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Objective: Hold Bespin orbit
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Mishel Ren"]

“They actually pulled it off?”

“Yes sir.”

“Huh.” Vilin canted his head to one side. The bridge of the Viperous afforded an exceptional view of the clouds below. The holoprojectors highlighted the positions of the two Subversion-class frigates. “Very well. Have the Shriek take the gunships and sprite class X-Wings to form a picket. I want the heavy fighters and bombers close and ready to engage. Give me a detailed scan of Cloud City and tell me what is going on.”

The lighter Sprite-class fighters were well suited to the space superiority role and would be ready to engage any threats. Meanwhile the mix of Dauntless-class X-Wings and fast to super-heavy bombers gave him a range of options to threaten the enemy with.

“Sir, we have an enemy Battlecruiser above Cloud City. Initial scan ooks li

“Load long range disruptortorpedoes. Keep beyond main weapon range for now and hold up. Let lyter know we’re not closing and launching the main boarding parties until that civilian traffic has dropped down. How is that going?”

“Detailed scans suggest they’re moving the civilians into designated zones and evacuation pads. I can’t give you more information without getting right on top of them and putting more power to the scanners,” called Lieutenant Saeoul. She was a tall sullustan bridge officer who had been working with him for several years now.

“Then ask.”

“Ask?”

“Request Cloud City control give us the locations of each civilian refuge such that they can be avoided.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, mark them on the maps for the landing teams. Keep me updated on the formations of fighters. Inform Cloud City that they are to ground all civilian craft as soon as possible. I don’t want their police force getting caught into the dog fights.”

His fingers wrapped tightly around the head of his cane. A quick flick sent it spinning on the spot. It started to waver and he caught it again and repeated the process. It all hung in the balance now.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

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Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers
Objective: Purge
Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"]. Other allied folks: [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Chron Terix"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Anora Shaw"], [member="Hatori Ikari"]
Gear: Imperatrix Armour, shatterbolter, hard sound carbine, revolver, grenades and thermal dets, wrist bolter, 2x lightsabres.


Bloodshed, slaughter, explosions - Siobhan was right at home. Hoth's harsh wind howled as the Countess' heavily armoured form descended from above, a controlled descent thanks to her armour's jets. The white expanse rushed towards her, then she hit the ground with a loud thud.


Quickly, she arose, taking stock of the situation. In support of the Alliance, Firemane and Eldorai forces were arriving. Doubtless there were casualties on their side. Here a dropship would crash after being struck by anti-air fire, there an allied tank would be blown up, but they would advance onward. Artillery thundered, laser fire lit up the sky, and explosions blossomed. No Holowood action movie could generate special effects that matched the real thing. In the light of how things had gone on Kaeshana and Skor, several of the troops would carry mobile shield generators, to provide protection against orbital bombardment.


"Agreed," Siobhan responded tersely to the message from 'Captain Vrygg. Her voice was modulated by her helmet's electronic speaker. "Let's punch a hole through their defences. We're the hammer," she breathed in, gathering tremendous power from the Force, she unleashed a massive telekinetic punch intended to crush both the head of an enemy walker and the pilots inside it.


Her shatterbolter was in her hands, ready to snipe targets or rain down a bombardment on them. "We got a target-rich environment. Suggestions?" From the distance she could obviously only see so much of the First Order's defences, but it seemed they'd amassed quite a force. Good. A similarly encrypted transmission would be sent to HK-36, using the channel he and Sio commonly used to communicate. "On the ground. Hitting things. You coming?"

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Rhia Novatinsky"]​

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Ranulph hadn't been at Kaeshana. He wished he had been, but no his orders were quite explicit. Ensure that no Alliance scum came across the border as he sat aboard the FIV Warden as it bordered between Seoul and the Alliance. The officer stood and watched as Bespin Wing Guard, Military Police and his own men worked to clear the streets. At some point, he breathed with some relief as the lines seemed to be disappearing as people were moved into shelters and bunkers. All the while he listened to Audrey, Dr. Saint George talk about Kaeshana and his heart ached for her and her loss. "Quite alright, Doctor," he reassured her, "we're still human, we still feel - for those who are not of our own. It's called empathy and it's a good thing to have. Separates us from the Alliance and their ilk." He took in a deep breath and exhaled, "your husband was a good man, a brave man. He went to Kaeshana not expecting any more than to help where he could." Beneath his helmet, he licked at lips and was about to continue when she changed the subject.

"Yes, of course." Ranulph agreed and turned to look at his platoon his eyes went straight for Viramontes. "Serjeant keep watch on the children will you?"

Viramontes shot him a ripe bird and he chuckled. "I'll be sure to remind you of this when the Trisector starts up again, eh?"

"Why? Do you think your precious Sandcats have a chance?" He said in jest with a laugh, "money will always be on the Royals, just so you know."

"Bloody Panathan teams," she cursed under her breath.

He turned away from Viramontes and his platoon, electing to wave up two of the newer recruits to the platoon. Private Falkreath and Private Markarth, the two young men were quite the stocky ones in as far as Ranulph as concerned. They grew up in Junker City as boys and parted ways doing their own thing and came back to join the Army - proved their mettle enough and got selected to Stormtrooper Corps. "Hope you don't mind me bringing a little extra help, Doctor Saint George." Ranulph told her as the two lumbering men in their hulking white armour walked in behind the officer.

 

[Linna Beorht]

HOTH
STAR TOURS RESORT
MOUNT ISON

Everyone developed coping mechanisms for stress. Linna’s had generally been pharmaceutical in nature, right up until her latest stint in rehab. Once escaping the House of the Dying Sun and its godlike master, far out on the freezing slopes, Linna faced two options. She could chew glitterstim in a hot tub with millionaires and their girlfriends, or she could spend money. As a result, half the Star Tours gift shop now resided in her luggage, and she'd picked up a white ski suit with tasteful wampa-fur trim. The attendant assured her that the planet's First Order naval yard used the exact same grade of fur to keep its officers warm. He'd waxed eloquent about sustainable culling and ecological balance, as if ethical sourcing was anything more than a sales label. All Linna cared about was that she stayed warm for long enough to ponder life on hoverskis.

Mount Ison’s austere slopes blurred past. Skiing demanded her full focus, interspersed with periods of quiet contemplation. Hoth offered a strange clarity.

After her fight with Talith the Broken, the cyborg Dark Knight had taken her to Venmock - either from grudging respect, or on Venmock’s explicit orders. The spectral Dark Master had proven less compromising, and Linna had only barely escaped with her life. In the cult’s eyes, she knew, she'd gone from potential recruit to real liability. They'd revealed too much too soon, by accident or design. And before or after Linna left Hoth on the next Star Tours liner, the cult would come for her. No question about it.

No, the only real question was what she needed to do to survive. What she needed to become.

Rehab had left her oscillating between extremes of security and agency. Some days she felt perfectly in control, able to drive herself to difficult decisions. Other days, terror gnawed at her, fear that she'd slip and go back to her old lifestyle. Last night had been the latter, hence the shopping. Today she felt strong.

A dull rumble brought her to a halt. She scanned the slopes uphill for any sign of an avalanche. The hoverskis could boost her above one, if she timed the repulsor blast correctly, and only if she paid attention. But no avalanche was in sight.

Her gaze tracked around to the broad hills between Mount Ison and the local garrison - Echo Veers or something like that. For a frigid moment, she shifted her goggles to her forehead and squinted across the distance.

A spur of the mountain blocked much of the scene. What little she saw involved armored figures falling from the sky and trading fire with heavy walkers. The Galactic Alliance, apparently, had arrived.

Linna cursed and adjusted her goggles. She'd done significant business with the First Order - been part owner of their largest shipbuilder - but if she held any sympathies they lay with the Alliance. Well, no, that wasn't true. Her sympathies lay with whoever didn't end up shooting her.

Another rumble, this one closer. A stray munition plowed into the mountainside, and now an avalanche actually did begin. It didn't put Linna in any immediate danger, but her entire course had just vanished. In theory, she could still get back to the top or bottom of the ski run, but either course would take a while and expose her to further stray fire. A ridge cut her off from going across the mountain to the resort.

With a grimace, she set off toward the back side of the mountain. From the summit, she'd glimpsed what looked like an old stone structure. A jutting secondary peak stood between it and the battlefield. Whatever the ruin was, it might offer her best shot at safety.

 

[Silara Varis]

LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member=Zark], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
ENEMIES: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Vessel: GAS Resolute Vengeance

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It had been months since her last battle. The young Captain was on fire from head to toe, battling a nervous system infection and she was all the grumpier. Combined with her knee injury that still flared up, it had driven her frenzy to new levels. Although some of her men thought to relieve her from time to time, the events of the past months had dissuaded them from that. Having a good compliment of Junior Officers to back her up was priceless. Loyalty was rewarded, disloyal officers were purged from her ship.

"Ma'am, we've reverted to realspace."

"What's the assessment XO?"

Lt. Jax was her main man now. A hard charging Rodian who spoke amazing basic. He was originally a Pirate she'd hired on to help her with her tactical manuevers and ruses. Now he was a vital component of her crew.

"Admiral Morrows forces are proceeding as planned. We count two Allied Fleets, and looks like....hold on. Do you recognize a ship called the Shambhalla or something like that?"

Fire and ice both duked it out in her veins, stirring pin and needles of red hot passion. She felt her cheeks flush a rosy red and resisted the urge to leap down from the command deck to check it out. Instead the Captain smoothed her blue uniform, adjusted her feet to shoulder length, and tapped a deathstick form its carton to her palm.

"Aye I recognize it XO. Set Condition One throughout the ship. Prepare fighters for launch. Comms reach out to Admirals Morrow and Thuku. Inform them we will be moving above the battlespace to over-watch position."

"Aye Ma'am."

"Gunnery, activate and arm all Javelin Cannons. Helm move us up two thousand meters and tilt our bow to engage maximum fields of fire on the FO formations estimated spot of arrival. Standbye for course corrections."

"Aye Ma'am, moving now."

Silara grinned and dropped the deathstick between her lips, lighting it. A foggy haze of smoke puffed from her nostrils like a dragon and both hands clamped the railing. Her duty was to provide extra security for the fleets. Though her heart as in different place.

Now Shambhalla. We meet again....

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Save civilians from terrorist labels on Anoat Station[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Vessel: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Calrissian Class Freighter with updated Sensor Mask and cargo hold painted with Sensor-Deflector Spray[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hyperspace approaching Anoat [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Micah Talith"] [member="Atham'aali'kema"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO - no one directly yet, potentially [member="Magnus Ren"], ethnic but not racist ren[/SIZE]


The mirialan sat squished between Maalik's hulking form and an Alliance operative on her other side. The small, obelisk shuttle was packed with gear and bodies. The Lieutenant finished his debrief, letting his gaze pass from the jedi knight to linger and fall on the chiss-hybrid criminal. "To recap. Our people will attempt to enter the station at different points. There are already several inbound and preparing to launch their shuttles. Your job is to protect the primaries within Micah Talith's group. The battleweave, baffler, and scrambler should help us not to get shot out of the skies so quickly. That coupled with the civies still evacuating. We're approaching from the southeast quadrant. Should put you near the mess hall if things go according to plan."

The operative next to her snorted. "Heard today's special was gonna be n'yorks and honey. I'm starving."

The Lieutenant shot the man a glare, then continued. "Civilians are still evacuating. We're riding the civilian traffic as long as we can. Everyone clear on the objective?"

A resounding 'sir, yes sir,' filled the small space.

Taheera shifted, aware of Maalik's leg pressing against her own. Thoughts were still a complex mess. She still couldn't believe the set-up from the Alliance and how she got tied into everything. She knew war was coming but she didn't think she'd meet this hybrid-chiss and he'd get roped in. Was it fair? Perhaps Gabe could talk to Omai Ren when they returned or anyone else that could pull some weight to make sure Maalik had the due process he deserved.

Suddenly, tattooed-face looked up to the blue man's chiseled jaw and she whispered.

"You don't have to come. You can stay on the freighter. They can't make you come. It's not right to be thrown into a war that isn't yours."

The shuttle was being prepped. In a few seconds the doors would close and a few seconds after that they would launch. If Maalik wanted out, he'd have to speak up quickly.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ison Corridor
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"], @Fiolette Yvarra, [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"]
Objective: Whine on comms a bit more; add context; continue being the only First Orderish ship in sight; continue not shooting things - this is a double post on my part, but since I'm at long range from anyone, not shooting, not being targeted by anyone, I doubt you guys will object.


“Captain, another Alliance ship has arrived. Telesponder reads…” The Thuwisten sensor operator looked up. Its tendrils paled from deep fuchsia to violet. “...Resolute Vengeance.”

Ashin stood convulsively and stalked to the viewport. “Marques, take the helm back and continue random maneuvers. Davoss, bring up the raw data from last time.”

The Barabel’s long tongue clicked in approval. “Vengeanssss.”

“Apropos, yes.” Ashin clasped her hands behind her back. “When it's ready, broadcast on all subspace frequencies. Full power, compressed to a data packet, followed by the audio recordings in real time.”

“Ready, sssir.”

For a few heartbeats, the moving starscape resolved into a view of the picket line's wreckage - and, far beyond it, the gleaming pinpricks of the Alliance ships. Ashin nodded to her reflection in the transparisteel.

“Do it.”

***​

The data packet, followed by the unedited audio stream, told an unambiguous story. The Shambhala visited an asteroid field in Wild Space for research and survey purposes. The Resolute Vengeance had arrived, claimed Alliance dominion over the neutral system, and demanded to board and inspect the Shambhala. Ashin had refused and fled into the asteroid field.

At which point the Resolute Vengeance had begun firing on the fragile, lightly armed civilian ship with its axial Javelin mount.

Without shooting back, the Shambhala had begun using asteroids for cover as it tried to escape. The Alliance cruiser had shifted its fire, shattering asteroids ahead of the target to cut off its escape. The Shambhala's shields had depleted drastically. From her ongoing dialogue with the cruiser's captain, Ashin had judged that her passengers’ best chance of avoiding death or Alliance incarceration involved fighting back. She'd stirred the enemy captain to a fury and baited her to bring the Resolute Vengeance into the asteroid field. The cruiser, far bulkier and less maneuverable, had taken the brunt of its own asteroid shrapnel and lost most of its shields.

A bloody mutiny had broken out among the Resolute Vengeance's bridge crew - and Ashin had turned the Shambhala to attack under cover of the remaining asteroids. Its own shields depleted, hull weakening, the science frigate had bombarded the cruiser with recon probes and its relative handful of weapons. It had taken up a position in the cruiser's blind spot, behind its engines, and applied sustained ion cannon fire. Once the last ribbons of the Alliance shields failed, the Shambhala's ultra-quick, unarmed, droid-piloted shuttles had set a collision course for the cruiser’s bridge. End result: one cruiser neutralized, one science frigate escaped, several civilian casualties.

And one useful audio track.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

HOTH ATMOSPHERE,
OUTPOST VEERS​

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ALLIES: [member="Xel"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]​

ENEMIES: @TK4261​

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Right behind you.

The stealth X screamed through atmosphere like a nightshrike swooping down on unsuspecting prey. X-foils locked into attack position. Korr pulled back on the joystick and tilted the nose down toward the white surface below. He had done this dozens of times, but still his breath quickened.

The fighter came in hot. Korr reached out in the Force and launched a single shadow bomb toward a battery of AA emplacements. The bomb was packed with enough explosives to rip a corvette in half, but lacked a guidance system. Korr guided it part of the way with the Force, then let gravity do the rest. The resulting explosion would likely scoop out a crater below, heat melting permafrost and all.

Ryan pulled up immediately after, trailing off to Naomi's right. He turned the craft to the side slightly and glanced down to see if she had hit her target.

 

[Chloe Blake]

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B E S P I N
Allies: [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

The blonde Warden had already taken a seat when [member="Kaili Talith"] came sauntering in. Glancing to the side, sitting at the far end of the bar, the woman gave a small sideway's glance over to the younger woman. With the alarms blaring out by Cloud City, several patrons were already watching the holographic screen nearby with the news. Tensions were high.

"I'll take Honey mead with Rye." a standard fare, but what followed it was the code used to identify herself to any Underground, placing a particular credit chip with a small coded image at the corner of it. [member="Rekha Kaarde"] perhaps would be able to identify it, understanding that one of the Underground had come to call.

"Khasaan'l," a standard greeting was given to both women, along with a small sideways glance over towards the holographic stream showing the mass of civilian evacuations at the plaza.

"To Sahsahlah we go." Olys Corellisi for 'the promised land' or 'the place of wise fools.' It would be the code phrase Kaili would be on the look out for.

Now if they could move towards a more secure location out in the back, then they could get started on their side of the mission. Getting everything they knew about Cloud City since First Order occupation to set Bespin free. It was all about the Tibanna trade here. If they could get a motion on cutting that off... then like Rodian dominoes, the rest of Anoat Sector would come falling down.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Skor -> Ison Corridor
Objective: Control the Corridor
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Silara Varis"]
Enemies: First Order [member="M33P"] [member="BB-10R2"] [member="Achim Veers"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

"Admiral, there is something troubling" the sensor technician reported.

"What is it now?" Tanith asked the sensor technician.

"It appears that Phoenix Fleet has shot at some evacuation convoy, but the sensor readings show no lifeforms onboard"

"Either the First Order relies on crew-less ships to evacuate civilians or they are playing tricks on us. For now anyway, we need to deploy all squadrons but don't launch attacks on anybody just yet. We have 14 squadrons, we can ill afford to lose any of those since Phoenix Fleet didn't bring any fighters in tow. Also, open a channel to the Resolute Vengeance"

"Channel open"

"Resolute Vengeance, this is Therapist Actual, once the enemy fleet enters long range, fire on the enemy anti-starfighter ships!"

In the meantime, Tanith and company being out of range of any First Order ships registered in the sector, Cathul saw fit to just stay there, sensing that there is a trap laying in wait if she did choose to make an advance. Yet, there was another friendly escort called the ANS Resolute Vengeance. What hare-brained plan by the Alliance High Command forced me to deploy this little in escorts in the middle of the Ison Corridor? I pray that Carmen and the others are able to hold off the enemy over Anoat, Hoth and Bespin, she thought, while the enemy is still out of range of even long-range weapons. And only now did the appeal of medvac/casvac ships devoid of crew resonate in Cathul's mind: she would think Therapy Command would allow to greatly expand its ability of performing its medvac/casvac duties while making a better use of limited naval crew supply. With that said, she began slicing the enemy ships she could detect on sensors for precisely that sort of thing, prompting slicer droids to deploy dataspikes in an attempt to steal the schematics of those ships, for better or for worse. By now it's painfully clear that the First Order has the edge in that area, and she does not intend to let the enemy enjoy that advantage for long, with the slicers fanning out to slice the computers of the Shambhala in quest for the schematics of the crew-less casvac ships, and then [member="Ashin Varanin"] would be horrified once they realize the slicing attempt for these crew-less casvac ships is underway.

"Commence slicing into the enemy databases for schematics of the crew-less casvac ships!"

"Roger, roger" the slicer droids acknowledged, while they began slicing the enemy databases in earnest, in an attempt to recover the schematics of these crew-less casvac ships that Cathul hoped to one day adapt to medvac since she suspected that it might not be as simple as just adding a few bacta tanks and medical droids.

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Gravitational Anomaly (Peregrine-class pocket carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Lictor (Duquesne-class heavy frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Mustafar (Mustafar-class monitor) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Attack craft:

96 OS-G2s
36 BTL-A-4 Y-Wings
12 Inimica-class gunships

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Hoth[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: Outpost Veers - Within the Outpost[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies/Relevant: First Order & Allies | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Fiver"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Selene Sinclaire"] | (If I have missed anyone just let me know)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies/Relevant: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] (If I have missed anyone just let me know)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Outpost Veers[/SIZE]

Personal Equipment:[SIZE=11pt] FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Variant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] | Military Mobility Shield | T-7 Ion Disruptor Rifle | F-11D Blaster Rifle | Vibro-Bayonet | Combat Knife | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | x2 Coded Thermal Detonators | x2 Physical Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]NPC Equipment: (For flavour and reference purposes, like the NPCs themselves), FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper Variant| F-11D Blaster Rifles | SE-44C Blaster Pistols | FWMB-10 Repeating Blasters (select troopers) | PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers (select troopers) | Coded Thermal Detonators | Physical Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Post # (For Ease of Reference): 1[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Alarm klaxons blared and red warning lights cast an ominous crimson glow on the icy interior of Outpost Veers as the explosions and thumps of combat could be heard from within the base itself. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Amidst[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] it all, Captain Pharazon Draken strode through the outpost with great and confident strides in his snow climate variant FO-02 armour. Behind him to either side followed his protege Lieutenant Remus Cain and loyal Colour Sergeant Edmund Sandalphon who were in turn followed by the other Stormtroopers and officers of Pharazon’s command squad, who once more were followed by the rest of the two hundred strong stormtrooper company, two imposing columns of disciplined stomrtroopers dominating the corridor. A blood red Captain’s pauldron adorned Pharazon's armour and his imposing just over two metres frame, head held high, shoulders back, and ramrod straight back he was the picture of an officer in the Stormtrooper Corps. Com chatter from the outposts encrypted communication network played through his internal helmet speakers as he mentally took stock of the situation, transports were coming down, Alliance combatants had made planetfall, contact had been made, and at least two walkers had been toppled or destroyed. As such Pharazon and his Stormtroopers had been ordered to take up positions in the trenches, but first they needed to pick up additional equipment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ice was shaken loose of the ceiling and the ground shook as an airstrike impacted somewhere close to the base, though Pharazon could not assess where or what had been hit and so he and his Stormtroopers continued through the corridors of the Outpost.[/SIZE]

So it begins [SIZE=11pt]Pharazon thought as he strode into one of the Outpost's armouries, tactical considerations flowing through his mind as he listened to incoming contact and combat reports over the outpost’s encrypted comm system. His Stormtrooper company, the newly reorganised and consolidated after the Battle of Mustafar 13th Company, 4th Battalion, 1st Stormtrooper Grenadier Regiment were armed and armoured, but required additional heavy weaponry that had not been initially [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]available[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] to them given their recent arrival to the outpost. The few white armoured Stormtroopers that had directly accompanied Pharazon into the armoury silently streamed towards where the PLX missile launchers they sought were stored, every movement smooth and grimly efficient as Pharazon and his entourage of officers strode to the centre, coming to a near synchronous stop. The Stormtroopers halted before they reached the weapons, waiting for confirmation before seizing the weapons, waiting for Pharazon’s order. Raising his hands to his snow variant helmet, Phararzon expertly disengaged the seals with a hiss and lifted his helmet from his head, exposing his immaculate short black hair and vibrant emerald eyes, surveying the armoury, searching for the quartermaster, [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] , who he knew was on duty.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon had armed himself and had his armour fitted previously in the day, having personally requisitioned a F-11D blaster rifle which he now wore in his right thigh holster, a T-7 ion disruptor rifle which was slung over his shoulder, a SE-44C blaster pistol [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]holstered[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] on his left hip in addition to four thermal detonators, his vibro-bayonet, and a combat knife in addition to ammunition and various supplies. He also wore a military mobility shield on his belt, the perks of being a Captain he had mused when he was able to successfully requisition one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Holding his helmet with on hand, Pharazon cast his eyes over the comparatively diminutive quartermaster, when compared with the massive and imperious Stormtrooper Captain, “Staff Sergeant Desmaris” he addressed her coldly and firmly, though not disrespectfully, as befitted a Stormtrooper officer. “I require eight PLX launchers and associated ammunition, authorise with operating number TK-6850, the 13th must deploy immediately so do not delay” he finished, not overly concerned with the fact she may have been doing something else at the time, his voice still imperious and to the point, identifying himself only by his operating number as he knew that would confirm his authority to requisition these weapons. His Stormtroopers stood almost completely still, statuesque next to the PLX launchers they desired, the only piece of heavy weaponry they had yet to be issued given their recent stationing at the outpost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ammunition and supplies will also be needed on the front line, be ready should that task fall to you or should the Outpost be breached[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he finished, still cold and professional, though nodding with approval that the quartermaster was already armouring herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Falling silent, waiting for the quartermaster to grant his men permission to seize the weapons, he took in a long breath of the outpost’s freezing air even with the internal heating, he could not help but down upon his cybernetic right leg, even if it was imperceptible as it was armoured like his own flesh and blood left leg. It still felt wrong [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]to him, he knew it felt exactly like a real leg and was likely more sturdy than his own flesh and blood, but it was a shameful blemish on his body, a mark on the only thing he had total control of in his life. He looked over to the diminutive quartermaster when compared to himself, and considered asking her to check it over one last time. However, the growing situation and assault on the base would not wait for his shame or neurosis. However, the quartermaster had potential to be far more useful during the coming battle than questioning an unmistakably well made cybernetic leg. He swallowed, willing his emotions to come back under his control.[/SIZE]

“I… should my cybernetic leg need any attention I hope I can count on you, Desmaris”[SIZE=11pt] a slight break in his imperious facade when he mentioned his leg, a hint of emotion from the grim and imperious officer, a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]discernible[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] deference to the quartermaster’s likely expertise in this area. Even if the realisation that he was no longer the total master of his body shamed him deeply still. Taking another breath he reasserted his stern facade and ramrod straight posture.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Leaning over to listen to his protege, Cain, he nodded quietly and spoke a few low words to the man. [/SIZE]“Ensure the company is ready to deploy throughout the trenches as soon as we exit the Outpost, the Alliance assault has begun and must be blunted as soon as possible”[SIZE=11pt] professional and nearly emotionless, nearly. Cain nodded crisply in response, silently to those observing as he commed the other platoon lieutenants of the company from within his helmet. The echos of battle could still be heard, and Pharazon wished to spend no more time than necessary within the base rather than defending it, so as he waited he made some minor adjustments to his weapons settings, checked his armour systems, checked the sights on his weapons, and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]conferred[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] with his officers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Stormtroopers once again fought for control of Hoth, and Pharazon, brow grimly furrowed, muscles tensed and ready, would soon lead the 13th to seize the legacy of their progenitors eight and a half centuries past. Pharazon had but one thought in that moment, staring at his grim and disciplined Stormtroopers within the armoury and thinking of his assembled company outside in the corridor, waiting for his orders, Rebel blood will flow across the snow of Hoth once more[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

 

[Kaili Talith]

Her pad chimed up with Allyson’s personalized message tune. Eyebrows reached for the blonde woman’s hairline as she handed the payment for her drink to the bartender. Eyes lingered at the picture that hovered before her face in both surprise as well as appreciation for the view that she had been provided with. Kaili herself wasn’t as ‘open’ as her partner was with these things. Modesty was a cruel mistress to simply rid oneself of. While the idea of repaying the favor provided was one that crossed Kaili’s mind she found the idea of not positioning herself at an awkward angle in order to get a good shot of her butt even better. Allyson would understand. Hopefully. Instead she kept the camera angled at her face for a quick shot at herself with the beer in her other hand doing an awkward thumbs up. It was as good of a shot as she would get in public.

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“Crowded place, not drinking the beer, keep the outfit, you are mine when we’re both back home. - K”​

The wrist-mounted hologram was turned off in time for Kaili to catch the very end of what one of the other patrons at the bar was ordering. She had no idea what Honey mead even was but it sounded fancy. Or rather, Kaili knew what it was but the idea to try it had never really crossed her mind. Nonetheless it was not the drink itself as much as the person ordering it that caught Kaili's attention. She placed a small chip offered as pay, spoke in Old Corellian and looked over at the screen much like everyone else seemed to be. Kaili wouldn’t claim herself disinterested with what was going on around the planet, but as it were she wasn’t here to cause trouble. At least not today. She was here to meet a contact, expand her network and then go home again. With luck, and If the code phrase was anything to go by, the blonde woman with the Underground chip was the most likely suspect.

“Ol’val, guerfel.” Kaili responded. It roughly meant something along the style of ‘Hello (and/or Goodbye), fool’ according Kaili’s books. Of course the girl botched the accent entirely and it was most likely hard to tell what she was actually saying, but that was the phrase her contact had provided her with as response. Her eyes wandered to look at the other blonde hoping to whatever gods there were that she hadn’t blown herself out of the water. Figuring there was nothing to lose Kaili proceeded to place her own chip on the counter, small as it was with its little Underground symbol.

She waited for the response of those around her.

The second she got her confirmation was the time she would move for a proper greeting.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Makai Dashiell"] // [member="Rekha Kaarde"]​