Sticky Politics: Nar Haaska ((PM if you aren't in the faction and want to join))

[Djorn Bline]

Canal obeyed Calico and went to his left and followed him to the house. He looked around his surroundings and was lucky to have his sunglasses on so it would appear that he was looking at something from people's point of view while he could look from the left or right from his eyes. They came to the house and no one answered the door when Calico knocked on it. He heard Calico saying to the cat to go on the house to see if she can unlock the door from the inside. If not then Calico and Canal would have no choice but to break down the door. But that wouldn't look good if they just breached the door and having a lot of people witnessing it. "Sir, why not break a window and infiltrate the building from there?" he whispered to Calico.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Boone]

Captain Raul Boone had entered the city the night before, slipping in under the guise of a drifter. After a few hours of observation and some previous intel of potential locations, Boone had discerned that a sniper team in a watchtower were watching over their Master's hiding place. The two were relieved a few hours before sunrise. The sniper had climbed the tower carefully before dawn and "removed" the pair from duty. After putting on the one holding the rifle's gear and propped the other up.

Then he waited, sending periodic signals to Calico.

They arrived after a time and Boone went about covering his comrades as they moved toward their objectives.

After one of them took a guard the Captain cursed and put together his own slugthrower with a suppressor, shooting another guard before they rounded the corner nearest Krest.

"Commander? Can you calm your people down? Shit might get hot in a minute." Boone commed to the Commander.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Sanna Legra]

Sanna had followed and kept with the disguise the rest of her team was trying to keep. The worse part she found was keeping her tail tucked under so many layers of robes. It was so used to being free to wave and wag as it wanted that this almost seemed a crime for her to confine it. When they came to the door and no answer arrived Sanna had already been looking towards the window when @Commander Calico CC-247 had asked if she could make it in.

"No problem. And it's Sanna by the way." she said in a matter of fact tone.

With that she looked around, making sure no one was watching, before leaping up and quickly making her way up and in through the window. Sanna stopped to make sure no one was around before slipping in. She made her way down to the front door, being careful as not to alert anyone who may have been hiding inside, before reaching it and unlocking it. Opening in the door she indicated for them to come in.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Revenchent]

"Affirmative Captain. Keep on over-watch. I'm syncing you with Krest's comms."
Calico mumbled quietly into the comm system imbedded in the back of his molars. He switched to Krest's channel. "Krest, son, tone it down a bit. Captain Boone is on over-watch. If you need ranger support, flag him."


We need to keep this smooth. Very, very, very smooth.


The Commander gave Canal a short shrug, just as Sanna opened the door without any trouble. At least she was reliable. "Sanna, got it, locked in the back of my mind now." With that, Calico motioned forward. He filed past the half-Togorian and raised his twin DC--15s. The building was rather standard, white carpeted floors, chestnut brown walls, a long winding staircase, and a number of art pieces straddling the walls. Upstairs, with the assistance of his bucket's enhanced hearing, he could hear something rustling.


He crept slowly toward the stairs, almost without a sound. Halfway up, he made out four pairs of feet, all unmoving. They were waiting. Suddenly, metal bracing fell down in the doorway that they had entered from, and over every window on the lower floor. Quite a bit more rustling could be heard, now loud thumps as people scrambled toward the trio throughout the house. The dirst of which happened to be a Weequay in mismatched clothing, wielding a very intimidating repeater.

"The Monitor said you be come. Why you do this? We are noble cause. Does See-Eye-Ess like tyranny and oppression now?" The Weequay boomed in gutted basic. Calico simply held his position, making sure the four above weren't moving in his peripherals, and aiming his weapons at the Weequay. He had no doubt that at least two other individuals were behind the brute.


"Captain, we have an issue. Four contacts on the second floor. I'll buy you a caf if you turn them into Red Mist." He paused to switch to the loud speaker.
"Now, now, buddy, no reason to start a firefight....this is a really nice house. Carbon scorching doesn't fit well with the decor."


@[member="Krest"] @[member="Boone"] @[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Good where in.

He followed Calico through the door and was behind in every step. He viewed the surroundings on the first floor and moved up with Calico to the stairs. When they were halfway up the stairs metal sealed the door and the windows of the first floor and heard people on the second floor. He took out his pistol and aimed it at the Weequay from Calico's shoulder.

Who's the monitor. Canal thought when the hostile said something about a monitor. He didn't like that repeater that the Weequay had but did nothing cause he didn't want to blow this operation. He heard Calico calling to Boone for assistance through the comm link before he started talking with the hostile. "Yeah, I mean you don't want to lower the price of this beautiful house whenever you try to sell it on the market, do ya?" He said to the Weequay as he supported Calico's comment on the house. He knew that they were stalling so that way they wouldn't be harmed at all.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Boone]

"Affirmative." Boone comm'd back to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] as he continued scanning.

Another call came over, Calico again, four tangos, second floor. A promise of caf if all died quickly. The quip brought a grin to Boone's face as his scope drifted upward, eyeing the four hostiles clearly visible through the few windows on the second floor.

Weequay? Damn that was a big one.

Breathe. Squeeze.

A tuft of hair and a large section of the Weequay's cranium exited out of the right side of it's skull. A pattern yielded itself on the furniture behind it and the face of his Devarion comrade.

Next one. Neck shot. Hit a vein.

The two remaining attempted to shift to fire towards the new threat before receiving a round into their respective skulls. Four Tangos. Two seconds.

Not bad.

"Done brother. Now you owe me a caf." Boone said with a chuckle as he inserted a magazine into the now empty magazine well.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest rolled his shoulders after putting his outfit on. Only @[member="Sophia Walsh"] was outfit less, and he had an idea for that. "She's going to be our prisoner. We're to take her inside and see if we can find the big boss here or not. Once we do, we put a tracer on him. @[member="Boone"]'ll be able to finish the rest." Easy plan. Get in, find the man, mark him, get out. Shouldn't be too hard.

Right?

@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Oron Verd"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"I like it, sounds solid. You two just have to act like your one of them and I can act like a helpless prisoner. I won't struggle much and make it look like you have already worn me down. It might be good for me to have dirt on my face or rip my clothes a little for affect. I want to play this part correctly." Once when she had been in the Republic, Sophia had actually posed as a slave for over a month so doing this for a few hours was a piece of cake in her eyes. She just had to hope those whom were with her could get the job done. The last thing she wished was for them all to be thrown into some dungeon. That would never do and Sophia wouldn't stand for it but that was plan b. She always had a plan b.

@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Oron Verd"] @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded slow. He then proceeded to grab a hold of the back of @[member="Sophia Walsh"]'s head to throw her to the ground. He wasn't holding back, though he did feel a pang of guilt. He never did like hurting those who didn't deserve it. But for looks this would be best. He would crouch beside her should she fall, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "You can do what you'd like to me when we're done. But should a guard get suspicious, I want you to reach out into their mind and make them look away. Should be good training. If you can't, I'm sure we can convince them otherwise." He motions to @[member="Oron Verd"] and @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"].

"You lot ready?"

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

@[member="Kage CC-743"]

Kage was't completely alone in the air, inside the LAAT's hull was a lone trooper. Unlike his brothers and sisters on the ground he was still decked out in his kit and toting a Reaver, which was essentially a present from Isely. When the pilot of the Dreadies touched down for exfill and the doors swung open, he'd make sure the only things getting aboard were friendly, and mow down anyone who didn't fall into that category. Daral wasn't thrilled with his job during the mission, but it was necessary even though he didn't want to acknowledge that fact.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay nodded once. "Fair enough." She said, standing off to one side as she waited for Krest to pull Sophia back up and march them all inside. Simple in theory, undoubtedly more complicated in practice.

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Oron Verd"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Revenchent]

Four bodies hit the floor. The impact noise was loud enough to alert all within the building. Calico's sidearm was up in the Weequay's face before the brute could let off a shot. A sharp popping noise reverberated through the room as the alien slumped back, a smoking hole in the center of its forehead.


Weapons fire set the dark building alight. The faces of combatants were illuminated in split second flashes of light as Calico fired streams of bolts toward the position of two other combatants. One body hit the floor with a thump, another continued to spray some sort of PEP laser down the hall toward their position.


"Someone put that di'kut down for me!"

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Sanna Legra]

Sanna took cover with the rest and activated her saber when the fighting began. Often she would pop out to provide cover for whatever barrage was coming at them before ducking back down to catch her breath. At one point she deflected a blast right back at one of the men, making her smirk as she'd just managed one kill. When @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] had ordered for the one way at the end of the hall to be dealt with she stood and said "I've got this."

She rushed down while spinning her saber in front of her fast enough to avoid the shots. Eventually she reached him as he stood out of cover to try and fire point blank. She cut his hand that held the blaster before sweeping to take his head clean off in the process. Seeing he was down she looked back and signaled it was all clear.

 

[Placeholder 0139]

@EVERYONE!


The Monitor was....displeased. Things were not following along the predetermined design, this warranted a reroute. The spider like droid clicked its pointed metal limbs across the domed, marble roof belonging to one of the many buildings in the city's skyline. It took exactly four seconds for an entirely new plan to formulate. Yes, that would work perfectly.



"Alpha-five-eight." Its unsettling voice rumbled. A simple command code, but it would do its job.


One...two...three...CLICK!


One moment, the city was calm, serene and rather peaceful. The next, utter chaos. The earth itself rumbled as explosions rocked the settlement. Violent plums of flame and smoke rose up from the warehouse--the building that the Monitor knew all too well the CIS was monitoring. That would take care of the Rebel leader, yes. It would also make it seem like the Rebels had attacked the city itself, thus putting the public opinion in the CIS's favor. The sounds of people screaming, and the distant movement of bodies far below made the Monitor certain its plan was working.


Elsewhere, another plume of smoke rose. Scattered, flaming wrecks were where family homes should have stood. Bodies and debris littered the streets, and none of it was in an entirely one piece. One single house remained standing, the home that the Monitor had instructed the second group of Rebels to inhabit. The CIS had made quick work of them, to the Monitor's dismay, but that could be accounted for. It watched with satisfaction as the residential district burned and the the main plaza began to birth new flames from the fallen debris launched from the warehouse.


And now, it was time to see who had survived.


"A pity. Such a waste of resources."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest found himself flying through the air. The whole city was alight, burning from bombs. Bombs. Krest gritted his teeth as he landed. At least the armor was useful. He pushed himself up, rubbing the back of his head. He called out, not bothering to be secretive. "Oi! Sound off!" @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"], @[member="Oron Verd"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

One moment, she'd been waiting for Krest and Sophia. The next, she was flying backwards into the ground that had seemed a lot softer when she was walking on it. She heard a distinct crack when her neck snapped back, but since she could still feel the rest of her body - and she wasn't screaming in pain - she guessed it was just a whiplash injury. Groaning a little as she rolled into a crouched position, she blinked once or twice to clear her vision before responding to Krest.
"Bluejay here." She said, teeth a little clenched. "I'm fine, but I'm gonna be all sorts of interesting shades tomorrow."

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Revenchent]

First, the shockwave stuns.

Then, the debris flies, the flames come alight.

And finally, the dismembered, still warm bodies crush the morale of the opposing force.


The words repeated in the back of Calico's head as he went on full autopilot. That was the entire point of drilling. When things went to complete osik and discipline broke down, you had to do your job. You didn't think, you just did.

The house's windows had shattered, littering the floor with glass. The ringing of explosions permeated in Calico's head--he had forgotten how painful they were without a helmet.

He pushed himself up from the dirty floor, wincing as sharp glass shards dug deep into his hands and knees. He settled himself up on his feet and chanced a look outside.

Every home in the row seemed to have been rigged. The air was filled with suffocating smoke from the vibrant orange flames, crawling up from the wrecks that were once people's homes. The fires were beginning to spread toward the industrial district. Bodies were strewn in pieces across well maintained front lawns. Pools of blood littered the permacrete roads. The sound of sirens roaring over the monstrous flames fought with the screams for dominance.

This was cowardly. This was wrong. This would work in the CIS's favor.

Calico began to pull at the glass shards in his hands, wincing as fresh blood trailed down his calloused palms. "Everyone fit to move? This had to be the Rebels, their house--this house-- is the only one left standing."

The Commander shuffled half-dazed through the wreckage to scoop up his DC-15s, which had decided to imbed themselves grip down into the adjacent wall. "We need to find the Rebels, but people can't know the CIS was here." He grunted as he gently whisked the front door open.

An action so simple was completely out of place in this chaotic scene.

He stood in the doorway and pulled the cloak's hood up over his face. People were running now, toward, or away from the fires. Calico keyed into the CIS TacOps channel--shared by the entire group.

"Brevity code is Vice. This is the Grand Marshal. The residential wars is a complete mess. Bodies everywhere. Everyone key in, now." He paused for a moment, before deciding to switch to the private channel reserved for his personal agent.

@[member="Ven"] "Ad'ika. Give me a SitRep. You alright? Any eyes on the droid? I think this might have had something to do with it."


Another scream cut him off. Far down the row, he could make out a group of humans--too far to tell their ages-- waving their hands wildly from the roof of a burning home. One tried to jump, she wouldn't be getting back up.

Calico's gaze shifted to the right; toward the rescue vehicles. The four emergency speeders wouldn't make it down the row fast enough at that rate, but his team certainly could.

At the same time, they needed to regroup, make sure the Rebels were slotted, and ex-fill before the city locked down. Saving the people would take time. Time they needed.

"Shab..."

@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Oron Verd"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"] @[member="Sanna Legra"]@ CC-442 Daral @[member="Boone"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Screams, chaos, pandemonium, shouts of death, blackness.

Cana was on the ground from the shockwave of the explosions. He could feel the shards of glass in his hands and on his head. He got up and shook his head to get the glass off of his head and began taking out the glass out of his hands. It hurt and he loved it as well as the pain slowly converted himself into strength.

He looked from a window on the second floor and could hear and see death, chaos everywhere. All the houses were destroyed, corpses everywhere, blood all over the place, and survivors trying to get out of this hell hole. He followed his brother and stood by him at the doorway. "Who couldve done this without anyone else knowing. Its like stealing credits right in front of your nose.

He then saw a group of survivors away from them. He then saw a rescue team trying to reach them. He wanted to help them but they wouldn't be making the time they were limited with. He knew Calico for a long from being at his brother's side in battles and other operations. Calico wanted to help them as well but they needed to get out of here. After the chaos that happened the people would obviously merge with the CIS.

"Sir, I'm sorry to tell you this but we can't help them. We need to get out of here as soon as possible." But then he had an idea. They could save them but Krest's team would have to go first. He got his comm link and made a private one with Krest. "Krest, this Sergeant Canal. You need to hurry up with what you're doing and he out of here. We'll meet with you guys in a jiffy. I know that I'm not suppose to give you orders but this is an order that can't be denied. At all. No excuses. Over." He adjusted his sunglasses and said to Calico, "All right brother. We will help them but we need to do it fast." He said in a normal opinion tone.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]@Krest@Monitor@Sanna Legra@[member="CC-442 Daral"]@[member="Sophia Walsh"]@[member="Boone"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

One minute Sophia was going to punch @[member="Krest"] in the face for throwing her on the ground and the next she was back on the ground with a boom. When Sophia had stated that she wished to look for a captive she didn't mean that he ought to throw her face in the dirt. That was long forgotten though as now her back hurt from the blast. "I'm fine but that didn't sound good at all. I wonder what that was all about. Do you think they know we are here."

Groaning she sat up and rubbed her back as she tried to regain her composure. They needed to figure out what was going on and fast before the next blast because she was sure that there was going to be another one. She was slowly finding out that she hated not being in charge in military operations such as this. Being in charge and giving orders was in her blood so this for her was so odd.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Kaprosuchus96]

Ven sighed, glancing down briefly at the console as she piloted her ship into Nar Haaska space, and down right over Druksten in more time than she cared to take. She glanced out the front shields and down into Druksten, her eyes narrowed as she tried to locate where she was supposed to be. Her eyes continued to scan the chaotic city just as it all crumbled to pieces. The explosions didn't affect her much, given she was up in the air. The Falleen looked down at the city in awe, looking at the horrible scene of fire and disaster, only to get distracted by the comlink channel from Commander Calico opening up.


She patched back in to him, shaking her head despite the fact that she knew he couldn't see it, "I'm fine, Commander. Explosions don't affect me much when I'm up in the air," she pulled the ship around, scanning the city once more, this time looking for the droid, "As to the droid.. I've got nothing. Can't see a thing. Its not in my line of sight, and thats not just because of how much smoke is blocking my view." Ven sighed, growling faintly under her breath out of frustration as she tried to pull around to another vantage point in the sky to get a different angle and set her eyes on the droid; she had no idea where it was quite yet. "I'll find it, I swear." She continues to scan the world below, her brow furrowed as she's trying to find this frustrating droid.


"Where are you ya little bugger.." She mumbled under her breath.


@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]