Campaign Spark of Rebellion: Empire's Edge | TF vs DE

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Jerrilek.
Objective: Infiltrate the Imperial Supply Depot.
Wearing: Imitation Imperial Uniform.
Weapons: Lightsaber (Hidden) & K-16 Bryar Pistol (Holstered)
Allies: Trent Perris (Present) & Veythun (Distant)

The moment the turbolift doors sealed shut, Balun exhaled a quiet yet weighty sigh of relief. For the first time since stepping into the Imperial corridors, they were momentarily alone—just the hum of the lift surrounding them. The hallways had been thick with Imperial personnel, a steady current of officers and troopers moving with purpose. While he and Trent Perris had played their roles to perfection, it was a delicate act, balanced on the knife's edge of scrutiny. One misplaced word, one inconsistency, and their carefully crafted deception would unravel.

But this was the risk he had volunteered for. Balun had known the stakes from the moment he agreed to this mission, and though that knowledge did little to settle the anxiety gnawing at his gut, he had only himself to blame. There was no turning back now—only forward. The Foundation was still new to him, its ideals not yet fully clear, but one thing he understood, one thing he could commit to, was the fight against Imperial tyranny. He had seen firsthand the chokehold they maintained on countless worlds, how they crushed the free will of good, innocent people beneath their endless hunger for dominion. If nothing else, Balun knew he would not stand idle while they continued their reign.

He was about to respond to Trent's warning about using the Force only as a last resort when the turbolift suddenly halted. The doors slid open, and three Imperials entered—one of them particularly imposing in reinforced armor, likely a security officer. Without hesitation, Balun stepped back, making room as expected of a junior officer in the presence of his supposed superiors.

Silence became his shield. He did not speak, did not embellish the explanation Trent had already provided. It would have been improper for a subordinate to interject on behalf of his commanding officer in the presence of higher-ranking personnel. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood at ease, every inch the disciplined junior officer awaiting further instruction.

The urge to assist Trent in deflecting suspicion burned within him, but discipline kept him in check. Speaking out of turn could raise unnecessary questions—doubt where there needed to be none. His role demanded restraint, precision, and complete adherence to the illusion. This was not the time for personal instincts to take hold.

Balun had not always lived in such structured deception, but he had learned its necessity long ago. Years before discovering his family, he had survived the underbelly of Coruscant, slipping through the cracks of the megacity after walking away from the Jedi Order. Those years had been brutal. He had learned to survive. To lie. To steal. To keep his expression neutral even when carrying secrets that could get him killed. He had been a vagabond back then, a ghost among the desperate and forgotten. But those hard-learned lessons had sharpened his instincts, refined his ability to wear a mask when the moment demanded it.

And today, that mask was the uniform he wore, the Imperial sigil stitched into fabric that sat heavy on his shoulders.

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Kampe
Tags: Aela Keersu , Captain Malthus

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<Ensure thermals and noise dampners are functional.>

Oh. That was reassuring.

The following vibrations of a flashbang going off below her certainly didn't increase that level of stress at all. No, everything was fine. Perfect even. Rayne continued her way through the ventilation, followed by the individual called Fawkes. Surely that would be enough confusion to access the data terminal. Aela and her team would take the brunt of the focus and they'd be able to slip in no problem. Easy as pie.

Rayne's heterochromatic eyes peered through a ceiling grate into the room below. Outline of troopers, the residual flash of the grenade Aela had thrown, and the first wave of plasma fire. They were in. Now was the opportunity to make a move on the terminal. But what to use...

Distraction. If they could be overwhelmed a little more she'd certainly have ample opportunity to slip in. So Rayne reached out with her mind, using her Technomancy to interface with one of the Imperial's blasters. Reroute the internal systems to overload the powercells in the blaster and suddenly you had a pretty good low-grade explosive, which turned to shrapnel violently within their hands. It wouldn't be anything like a thermal detonator, but it certainly wasn't gonna feel good.

From there she'd wait. She just needed people to clear out of the room a little.