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[Aela Talith]

Galactic Alliance Border
Unknown System
3 Days After Attack

She hadn't expected it go like this, none of them had.

The events that had unfolded over the last three days had been some of the most urgent, and chaotic of Aela's life. It reminded her of Geonosis, all the activity, the flames, the blaster cannons and the turbolasers erupting all over the city. This wasn't a battle, this wasn't a small surgical strike, this was all out war. She had no idea who started it, no idea who was attacking or who she'd been fighting for the last three days. They wore armor that resembled those of stormtroopers, though they wore no insignia and carried no banners. She'd not seen a Sith among them, not yet anyway, she had no idea who was leading them or why they were here.

All she knew was that they were out for blood.

This had all been meant to be diplomatic missions. Aela and a few of her strike team had been sent as escorts to a dignitary from The Galactic Alliance, brought here to perhaps bring this world into the fold. The talks had gone well, with Aela giving her in put and while the others provided security and watched for any threats. They had no idea that anything was coming, no one had even guessed that something might strike.

Then it had happened.

An Electromagnetic Pulse had gone off, the planets defenses, communications, all of it completely wiped out in just a matter of second.

Then they had come.

She hadn't recognized any of their ships, though truthfully she hadn't really gotten a good look at any of them anyway, for all she knew this was the One Sith, The First Order, or some other kind of organization that had yet to identify itself. What was clear to her was their intention, the conquest of this world. Her team had immediately taken the Prime Minister into protective Custody, ironically something that had ended up saving all their lives. For three days they had been on the run, through torn government buildings and corpse riddled streets. The planetary defense forces had been torn to shreds, though isolated pockets of resistance still existed.

Aela breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling after the last spring they had conducted through the city streets. They were in an old transway tunnel how, the public transport that they utilized on this planet. Without electricity the place was useless of course, but at the very least it made for a good hiding place. "We need to contact the Alliance."

The young Marshall stated the obvious, her team nodding slightly, Arn looking a bit haggard from the last three days of fighting.

"There will be a communications outpost somewhere, they'll need communications to coordinate with the rest of their forces." Arn nodded to her, Aela's lips thinning slightly. "We just have to find it."

The task was easier said then done. They'd spent the last three days running from building to building, simply to protect the Prime Minister. If they were going to go on the offensive they would have to split their group. Once they split, one group would be able to keep the Prime Minister safe while the other found and reached the enemies communications outpost, once that was done they would get the reinforcements they needed to fight this threat. "You, you and you. Take the Prime Minister and head deeper into the tunnels, one of you check this station every twelve hours. The rest of you, we're going to the surface."

There was a series of nods and a few words of acknowledgement. Aela frowned slightly, then stood from her place in the rubble.

It was time to take the fight to them.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Eyes opened as the power suite finally got its backup power to kick in. The sky was dark and the glowing red and yellow intruded in and out of the view of the stars. He grumbled, What is goin on, where am I, he thought to himself. He was the viceroy of a planet, and after a month after his surgery he's back in a position where he was in trouble. Was he attracted to suck stuff like a damned chaos magnet?

He couldn't even think of what planet he was on, or why he was here. He was just laying there, under a bunch of rubble and powering on after... How many days was he out of it? He tried to get up, but rubble blocked his neck. He checked his suits power, t was running on power preservation. He sure as hell was luck the back up runs within a EMP reservation casing. He just needed to move around, the friction would recharge the battery. He just needed to get up, he would also need to keep the power usage to a minimum just in case the it didn't recharge fast enough. He figured a quick surge in his cybernetic right arm should be enough to get him out of the ruined building. He set up the right settings, and it would have to do.

A cloud of dust erupted from the ruins of the strange building of a strange planet. It seemed like it was a rather familiar place, like he came here for a reason. A man stood in the rubble of the what looked like a Star Port, or what was left of it. He looked around himself and he saw his soldiers, dead. He turned around to see the source of the red and yellow that emitted from the back of him. It was his dropship, one that he took from his personal capital ship, that would mean his ship was somewhere in orbit. He looked to his internal communications device, but it was offline, not enough power to even start the restart process.

He needed to think of another process to get in contact with his ship and get off this planet.

But just as he was thinking of what was happening, a bolt from a blaster struck the back of his shoulder. He had been pumped full of Pain Killers and Kolto, but the bold barely even penetrated the outer layer of the armor. He looked over his shoulder with the red lights emitting from his helmet. Two storm troopers pointing blasters at him, Jaster from beneath his helmet, smiled with delight to revenge his fallen soldiers.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Chaos had come and enveloped whatever peace,tranquility, and any other status that had claimed this planet. Aston had been in a battle before, but nothing like this thus far. Aston glanced towards his lightsaber that was on his right hip, if they weren't already....they had become great friends during this little venture that was taking place now. When he was younger and he was brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant years ago to begin his training. Aston had become quite the book worm. He would spend hours on end inside the library, looking through the archives whenever possible on battles long past. And while he was young he didn't quite comprehend it, he always thought it would be fun,cool, something of that sort to be in the middle of one. And it wasn't until later on that he realized that this wasn't no game, there was no glory to be had. It was war, and people died some innocent and others that you wanted to die. Since then Aston's view on war had changed a great deal, and he was where he was at now. This was war, and he had job to do, his duty as a Jedi and as a person.

Aston opened his eyes for moment, before listening to the fires that could still be heard cackling nearby their flames dancing to an unheard bolero. Beads of sweat could be seen on the brow of the padawan as his hand in just habit reached for his lightsaber just to ensure it's safety and that it had not left him. As if it could grow legs and walk away, it had been one of those days, or several he could say. Their enemy he did not know, but they were definitely out for blood and looking and leaving nothing except dust in their wake. From a kneeling position the Jedi Padawan stood up and cleared his throat lightly as the Marshall spoke her peace and gave her orders. Aston opted to say with the Marshall and accompany her to the top.

"Marshall, we know what's waiting for us when we go up there." Aston took a deep breath and cleared his throat again. "I will follow you to hell." The Jedi padawan said with a nod of his head. Aston knew what his job was, and what he was supposed to do. There was an enemy up there, that was looking to annihilate. Aston knew it was their job to stop them at all costs, or else many more innocents would die.


[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Aela Talith]

"Let's not get too dramatic." Aella said with a smile, more trying to calm the nerves of the others then anything else. "We'll get through this."

It didn't really matter who was assaulting the planet, or even what they wanted, they had come here to help bring this world to the Galactic Alliance. As far as she was concerned that mission had not yet expired, and if they brought Alliance reinforcements here they could still help this world. She shifted slightly, standing and brushing the dust from her clothes before heading towards the stairs. They would have to find the communications tower first, then work from there.

"We need to get someplace high up, survey the city." She remembered a bell tower, though she had no idea if the thing was still standing.
Arn walked up beside her, the Jedi Knight nodding slightly as Aela broke out into a light jog.

The others would follow her lead, there was no doubt in her mind, it was just about exactly where she lead them to. They had their mission, fulfilling it would be difficult. Their foosteps echoed in the empty halls of the tunnel, ringing over and over again until a cast of light struck against the ground. She frowned slightly, holding up her hand to slow the group. They would have to be careful from here on, move more deliberately and slowly.

They stepped out into the city, finding rumble, flame, and ships patrolling overhead.

 

[Kiyron]

Unregistered Vessel- Edge of Alliance Space

Kiyron was a ghost. As far as the Republic knew, he was dead, and even among the Alliance, his existence was public knowledge. Not his identity, anyways. He was just another old, washed up soldier with a long history of living on battlefields. He had essentially grown up on battlefields- starting over a decade ago with the Republic first against the Sith Empire, then the One Sith, eventually ending with his duel against two Sith Lords. He had survived and changed his attack stratagems afterwards. Still working on that, but he had considered retiring. Joining [member="Ijaat Mereel"] wherever he had disappeared to. That had even been why he was out here.

But word on the comms had caught his attention. The envoy party to a system on the edge of Alliance space had lost contact planetside. The whole planet had lost contact. That didn't just happen accidentally. It was always deliberate- especially when a party of foreign dignitaries were present. Too long in special operations had taught him that. So he had moved, dropped into watch position outside the system. Scanners weren't picking up anything distinct, but there were no transmissions from the planet outside encrypted military channels. Not Alliance military channels. Someone else's. Not the planetary military channels either. At least, not the ones the Alliance had record of.

He leaned forward in the captain's chair, studying what information he could detect from here. Some sort of military force had surrounded the planet and by the looks of it, had destroyed all defenses. That left the dignitary party alone and cut off, assuming they were still alive. He clenched his fist, listening to the hum of the servo-motors and the ones in his arm as well. This had not been a detailed military trip he had left for. All of his equipment was his own personal. Two sonic pistols, a Mandalorian sniper rifle, and his own rag-tag home assembled armor. Nothing for a dedicated military operation, but perhaps enough for infiltration.

He stood and keyed out a signal to Alliance command.
Personal Reconnaissance Report: Dignitary party out of communication. Presumed hostile military force above planet. Preparing to engage in ground level recon.

It was time for Kiyron to be who he had originally meant himself to be, as a soldier, anyways. Long term, ground level reconnaissance and light infantry. Low-technology reconnaissance, even. Nothing fancy except for himself, his eyes, and what he could carry with him. The comms would be a pain, as the Alliance would no doubt be yelling at him for what he was about to do. Probably get him discharged, but hey, he was retiring anyways. Not much they could do to him at this point.

Then he was in the back, suiting up one more time, loading his weapons, and strapping them to their holsters. Perhaps for one last time. Back to the console and into hyperspace for a quick jump. Then he was out, stopped beyond the military fleet as his alarms exploded with weapon locks and hails.

A message came through and he opened it, studying the officer who appeared in front of him. Never seen him before. Or that uniform.

"State your business and identification or be destroyed," The officer said. Kiyron nodded and leaned over to the console, pressing a different button. It broadcast the ship's identity as a neutral world registered, lightly armed personal ship.

"Bounty hunter," Kiyron said, "Tracking a mark." A new thought sprang to mind. "Have any targets you have issues with while I'm down there?" There was a slight pause as the officer considered and then shook his head.

"Negative. Secure your mark and depart." Sending you a course. Do not deviate."

"Understood. Shouldn't take long."

The alarms died down then and a landing course came to the computer. He put it in and leaned back in the chair until the ship had safely landed at an improvised spaceport not far from the old spaceport ruins. This was a nightmare down here, worse than he had seen in a long time. Never before against the Sith had he seen such absolute and utter destruction in such a short period of time. There was no resistance by the looks of it.

Now, to find the dignitaries.

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

"Of course, Marshall." The Jedi Padawan said softly and nodded his head towards her. Aston took a small glance towards the others as he gave them in turn an encouraging smile before looking back to her. The Jedi as did the others follow behind her towards the stairs and thus going up them following in suit breaking into a small jog, this was a second nature to Aston, as he momentarily recalled his ventures out int he wilderness of Dathomir, running and never stopping, especially in the middle of a storm. If what they were in was just a storm, then it was very strong.

Aston slowed up as the Marshall signaled them to slow down a bit. The sound of cackling fire grew a bit stronger as Aston glanced over towards a small fire and next to it lay the bodies of two civilians, Aston couldn't even imagine what had happened up here, while they had retreated down into the sub system. The area was filled with destruction and death as he glanced around and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The Jedi noted a tower about a hundred yards or so northwest of them, but it looked like it was on the verge of collapsing.

"There is a tower to the north or so of here, it looks badly damage. But if I can get high enough up I can get that quick look around, at least enough to point us towards the communications outpost. What do you think?" Aston said swiftly towards the Marshall.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aela Talith"]

On the floor of the ruins Space Port layed two soldiers in Stormtrooper Armor, one with his head severed from his shoulders and the other impaled into a support beam that was exposed. Under some concrete boulders layed two men in blue and black Mandalorian Armor. They were loyal members of a Sub-Clan that were loyal to Jasters family. He wanted revenge for what they had done to his friends, but it would have to wait. Jaster would need to call in reinforcements from his planet and get the revenge then.

Jaster stood inside the half destroyed doorway where he stood, his double edged collapsable vibroblade was in his hands and blood still dripped from one end. As he overlooked the city from a slightly elevated posistion he could see the sky light up from the red and blue blaster fire in the distance. He was no stranger to war, let alone battle, he was Mandalorian after all, but this was different, this had the feeling of a mass killing then a planetary take over. He turned to pick up the beeheaded Stormtrooper, he had sold weapons and military supplies to both sides of the line in his days. His Industrial plant was a neutral planet in the eyes of the Galaxy, thus he was allowed to get away with it. He didn't recognize the unit insignia on the soldiers shoulder pad. It resembled an old Imperial Remnant unit he once sold weapons to, but still different. He throw the body aside, his new power armor with exoskeleton abilities made him feel younge again, yet even stronger.

He looked at his power levels, fighting these soliders only increased his power levels by 5%, standing still was his enemy. He needed at least 25% reserve power to restart his planetary communications device within his armor. He set off to continue to recharge his batteries using the Friction Magnets inside his joint armor connections. Before he left though he picked up one of the blaster rifles and fired it once, a red blaster bolt exited and made an exsplosive contact with the wall. Now he knew the red bolts were defiantly the Stormtroopers.

He left the ruins to head tword the nearest fighting, maybe the units in contact may even have a recharging station for their vehicles.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Aela Talith"] and [member="Aston Jacobs"] were not alone in coveting the tower. They might even hear the sounds of the slow advance of Voidstalker and his Dogs. He was well aware that there were other Alliance Jedi in the sector, but the first thing fried by the electromagnetic pulse had been comms. None of them had been expecting to go into a truly contested EM environment so hadn't brought hardened comms.

They'd been here for training. Even if talks hadn't gone to plan with the politicians, the local military would have come out of the Alliance visit more prepared to fight alongside the Alliance should it come to it. Regardless of whether that situation was a planned coalition operation or an Alliance response to an emergency. No one had expected to require that training this quickly.

Aela and Aston might have heard the distant din of blaster fire, but fortunately they wouldn't heard Jacen turning the air blue. Whilst she'd picked up some interesting language on their foray into the underworld, he still had a backlog of interesting words the Talith could learn.

He threw his useless blaster rifle aside in frustration, pulling his sidearm free. His group were pinned in the middle of the road. Another fire team were working around the ambush but with no comms they had no idea where they were. They were approaching the tower from the east, looking to get the squad sniper up there.

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela moved the group quickly along the tighter corridors of the streets. This had once been the tourist section of the city, built more for it's sights then actual function. The streets were narrow, the courtyards large and ornate, and everything seemed to be made of the same ancient looking stone. Her eyes wandered from building to building, watching, waiting for anyone to pop out and attack them. Surprisingly she saw no enemies, only flames.

Then she heard it.

Blaster bolts sounding out, cannons erupting and explosions tearing apart heavy stone.

Her eyes wandered up, seeing the tower. Her lips thinned slightly, her eyes turning towards the group. She motioned to Arn and two of the others, pointing them towards the direction of combat, then she made a motion to the remaining padawan. "Aston, get up that tower and find the outpost. We'll head towards the direction of the fire and see if we can't distract the troopers around the tower."

It was the safest play. If all of them headed towards the tower they were sure to be noticed, but if only Aston went it meant that Aela and the others could draw attention away from him. There was an element of danger to the plan, but she trusted Aston enough that she believed he could get to the tower and back without problem. As for the rest of them? Well, wherever that blaster fire was going towards likely needed help anyway, and that was why they were here, to help.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

"There are two in the building on the left keeping their heads down. Probably setting up an E-web," Jacen called. Down to his side arm he was mostly using the Force for situational awareness now. Standing up and lighting a saber in the current field of battle would be a very good way to get himself riddled with holes. He could only swing a blade so fast at they had enemies at several elevations firing on them from a few angles.

"Are you certain they're not civilians?" came the reply. Soldiers were used to trusting their eyes. Always hesitant to fire based on the intangible Force.

"Yes." Jacen responded product promptly.

No one called for a grenade, but the squad started putting some bolts through the window to dissuade the unseen soldiers.

There was a sudden flurry of blaster fire from one of the houses to their right. The windows lit up with red and green flashes. Their support had apparently arrived and started clearing that street. They just needed to hang on a few minutes longer and they could press on and turn the tide.

 

[Neivon]

Spoiler: Gear

* Electrostaff x1
* Heat-Seeking Missiles x4
* Regular Missiles x4
* C-300 Interceptor Ops Blaster Pistol x1
* Detonite x5
* Flashbang grenade x3
* Grappling Hook x1
* Flamethrower x1
* Jetpack x1
* Beskar'gam x1

Neivon, was supposed to be meeting with a smuggler to buy off a Lorrdian crystal off of them. Sadly, Neivon was a bit short on schedule to meet in the system. The bounty hunter started to become even more suspicious when the typical spaceports we closed to the public. Off course Neivon had his ways of getting onto the planet, but he also now had Galactic Alliance Personnel following shortly behind him. Neivon didn't care, his mission was to meet up with this smuggler, pay him the credits, and get off this rock. It brought Neivon a bit of hope when the Alliance members gave up on him, returning to the spaceport. He was catching his breath, staring up at the sky, looking at all the smoke and debris that was flung everywhere. Something definitely was happening here. It wasn't much of Neivon's concern. His main mission was to find this smuggler. He took off his helmet, wiping off sweat. It surely felt unexpectantly hot on this planet. Maybe it could potentially be that Neivon was nervous. He laughed to himself. Him? Nervous? Not too long ago he blew up an entire capital ship, he certainly didn't felt nervous there.

Putting his helmet back on, he turned on his holocommunicator, attempting to get a signal. In response, nothing but buzzing and broken wave frequencies. Did someone block out comm communications here? Neivon groaned in annoyance, all it did was make his job twelve times more difficult. He didn't know what fixated him so much about the number twelve either. Scooting across the small amount of cover he had, he peered over towards the direction where the Alliance members moved from. Now that he looked over it more, something certainly happened here. A battle, perhaps? Neivon thought. With caution, he took out his electrostaff, moving more slowly deeper in the city. Something happened here, and it certainly didn't tickle Neivon's fancy. He groaned, with the full knowledge of still not having his lightsaber staff. He always felt he was so much more intimidating. Then again, it probably made him more of a likely target anyways. Then, he felt it, the sudden rush of a blaster bolt, likely from a sniper rifle, hit him straight in the chest. The heat from it wasn't agonizing, but that wasn't to say it didn't bring Neivon any pain. Why didn't I activate my blasted energy shield? The bounty hunter always found himself forgetting to do that, entering the folds of such dangerous scenes.

Trying his best not to clutch at the pain in his chest, Neivon yelled out. "Whatever the frak you guys are trying to do out here, I'll have you know I won't be of any concern for your business, as mine isn't with whatever you guys are doing here." Neivon awaited a response, it should be clear to anyone he wasn't here to cause trouble, shame he wasn't part of the guild yet, if these guys knew his name, they probably would've left him alone. Another moment passed, with another bolt coming in reply. But Neivon was ready this time, activating his energy shield. Seemed these guys weren't going to cooperate. Then with a shake of his head, Neivon blasted with his jetpack into the direction the bolt came from, electrostaff at the ready.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Aston glanced up as he heard the explosions of fire and mortar just as well as the next person. Aston looked towards the Marshall when she spoke to him and he simply nodded his head.

"Done, I'll be back quickly." Aston muttered as he took a peak out towards the direction of the tower and decided on a approach on the right portion of what remained of the roadway, ducking in between and behind debris were presentable. He wasn't sure if there was snipers about and he wasn't going to take any chances either. Luckily no shot had hit him, and none had missed him enough for him to hear. Potentially they were just a really bad aim or that hadn't spotted him at all yet. The Jedi moved along the wall rotating his body so that his stomach was facing the wall coming before the corner that would take him just before the tower on the opposite side of the street.

Aston peered around as he noted 5 soldiers that were about that area. Aston ducked back behind the wall again, before taking another peak around, one quick glance at the soldiers positions and a quick glance around at his surroundings. Aston glanced towards a piece of rubble that was on a the second floor of a damaged building to the right of the tower. Calling upon the force to aid him a small piece of the rubble broke off that was hanging by a thread it seemed had fallen to the ground causing enough commotion to catch the soldiers attention. It looked for a moment as if only one was going to stay behind but he then followed suit with the others and made his way towards that spot.

He took a quick glance around and as quickly as possible darted towards the tower. He would get as high as he could go, as much as the tower would allow him too.

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela nodded, watching the Padawan run off towards the tower before slowly turning.

Her fingers slipped around the lightsaber at her belt, drawing it out and slowly spinning the hilt in her hand for a moment before she curled her fingers tightly around the hilt. Her other blade would remain in it's place in the leather leg holster, not yet needed. She frowned for a moment, shifting as she stood and began to run towards the sound of the Blaster Fire. It got louder and louder, echoing and sounding out as the streets grew more narrow and tighter. Her thumb hovered over the activation switch of her lightsaber, the blade igniting just as her group stumbled into a small clearing at the edge of the square.

The Marshall's eyes immediately locked on the figures in the center, her lips thinned as she recognized one of the men. "Jacen?"

She said the name far too quietly for him to actually hear, but the confusion in her tone was clear. Her head shot towards the direction that Blaster Fire was raining towards, eyes locking onto a nearby window. She saw figures huddled and hidden behind concrete.

The hail of bolts suddenly stopped, ceasing as the figures behind the windows were cut down.

There was a lull within the battle, a slight pause as soldiers reorganized themselves and reinforcements fell into place. Aela motioned to her squad, the two other Jedi falling into step behind her as she rushed over towards Jacen and his soldiers.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]

Jacen had been too focussed. Tunnel vision on the enemies ahead of them. Aela and her group emerged just as he leap over the duracrete road blocks they’d been using for cover and rushed towards a crashed shuttle ahead.

In a fraction of a second he turned, bringing his blaster pistol up towards the movement. Eyes settled down the length of his pistol sights on Aela.

“Kark,” he whispered to himself. Without pause he turned away and dove into cover ahead. He rounded the edge of the shuttle and fired two quick shots at a window above them, allowing the Force to guide his hand. The rest of his men moved up the street in ones and twos, alternating between keeping the enemy pinned and advancing. Several of them made their way into the rows of houses on the left side of the street. Two of his own men emerged from a window on the right.

“Sorry!” he called out as Aela approached. “We haven’t had any comms since that EMP went off but I should have sensed you coming. We were trying to put a sniper on that tower, but got ambushed.” Jacen paused for a moment, stretching out with his senses. The Dogs were model professionals. Special Forces drawn from across the Alliance. Urban combat was their bread and butter.

He turned to Aela, his expression a mix of relief and warmth. “It’s good to see you,” he said earnestly.

 

[Nia Siroc]

OOC: Please ignore, I'm dropping the thread. :3

 

[Neivon]

Of course they were in a ruined building. Neivon had blasted through a window, from the location the blaster bolt had come from. He gritted his teeth as he made impact with the durasteel floors. He was beginning to regret rushing in so recklessly. As he stood up from the floor, he stared at his adversary, one in stormtrooper armor, obviously retrofitted for speed. Lowering the strength of his electrostaff's power, Neivon chased him the moment he was about to flee, stunning him in the back.

"Why the blast did you think it was a good thing to try and kill me?" Neivon knew it was part of his fault for being so reckless to begin with, not taking cover and using stealth maneuvers. But this was Six-Eyes's task, and Neivon rarely had much patience for his missions. Besides, he wasn't fond of stealth in the first place. He'd done it many times in the past, or more recently, aboard The Gjallarhorn. But even that was tossed aside the moment he engaged into battle. At least here, Neivon could've had more leeway. He had his foot pressing hard onto this stormtrooper, although gasps of air were made, they certainly didn't try to be quiet. With displeasure, Neivon cranked up his electrostaff to maximum power, planning on simply getting rid of his adversary and figure out the state of the planet himself. Perhaps even found comm towers to restore communication. That way he could speak with this smuggler about the crystal, if the smuggler was even here to begin with.

As Neivon was about to plunge the staff into the toppled stormtrooper, he found himself being caught off guard as a smoke grenade went off, being pushed back by his adversary. Blinded, Neivon shot his rockets all over the place, not taking chances with the storm troopers. He rather dealt with a ruined building then deal with a bunch of guys, if there was even a bunch in the building. Neivon felt the structure shake, rocketing himself out of there as he met the painful impact of collapsing debris. Neivon looked back at the ground, observing as the building fell into the ground. He couldn't see if there were any of these stormtroopers that fell with it. Neivon didn't have time to watch as he felt the hot flurry of blaster bolts hit him from the ground, a group of the stormtroopers were shooting him with what Neivon made out to be blaster rifles. Neivon knew there was no way he could deal with so many armed men by himself, he wasn't that experienced of a fighter. With one hand, he used his c-300, shooting down at the stormtroopers below as he activated his energy shield. With his other, he shot a series of heat-seeking missiles. Watching the stormtroopers duck and cover, trying to get away from the blasts. Neivon took this oppertunity to fly away. Once he was distant enough, he landed on the ground looking around. The enemy were likely checking for heat signatures. Luckily, Neivon knew that he didn't have one. He inferred it must've been something with his body. It was now time he investigated this place, find a tower and restore it's frequency, find the smuggler if he could, and get off this rock. Whatever fight was going on here wasn't his business, and he had no intentions to make it his.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster was on the third floor overlooking [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], and [member="Aela Talith"] posistion as they were taking fire from the building next to his. He also noticed the young, [member="Aston Jacobs"] climbing the tower not far from their posistion, Jaster himself was trying to make it there to look for a better vantage point, but this conflict zone was blocking his path. He planned on seeing who killed off who and then just slaughter the survivors, he didn't know who started the conflict or who were resistance fighters after all, best to be neutral. As he watched though he saw the object that changed his opinion on the matter. A lightsaber was ignited, and it didn't appear to be that of Sith origins. That meant he was closer to either Republic Space or Alliance Space, more room to negotiate. He decided to help.

He had killed a small squad of Stormtroopers before getting here, so he had a few Thermal Detonators on him. Might even be enough to collapse the building, but those damn Rebels were too close, might make his situration worse. So instead he put the Detonators down and pulled out his double sided vibroblade and got ready to run. He planned on running through the wall and onto the Stormtroopers below him to kill them by surprise. The wall looked weak enough but if he moved, the creaking alone would give his posistion away. So he could only rely on the bad optics and crappy visuals he got just by looking at the wall. He let out a large yell and began to run through the object in front of him.

He ran right through the wall causing peices of the wall to form dust and a smokescreen for Jaster to land on a trooper, forcing the Vibroblade into the troopers neck. He took a quick count to visually see how many troopers he needed to kill, 5 with 3 already dead on the floor. A squad sized element, must have been a flanking team, force the rebels to fall back. He couldn't think of that at the moment as he needed to get this done in front of him. The large 6'5" man in Power Armor Survival Suite stood before the troopers as the dust slowly cleared. Jasters red eyes projected through the smoke making the smoke light up in red. He began his work.

From outside all that could be seen was a puff of smoke blowing through the open windows of the second floor and the troopers no longer firing down on the Jedi below. As the smoke began to drop, Jasters red eyes stained from the second floor, holding a Stormtroopers helmet and throwing it down to them.

 

[Kiyron]

There was a war here. He could smell it in the air. Blaster's ionized energy and explosives, building dust. Even through the helmet filters, he could smell it. And it still raged by the sound of it. Blaster fire and explosives. Rubble crunched beneath his foot-steps as stormtroopers gave him wary glances. He stopped. Time to think. He needed to contact the diplomatic team- especially Marshall Talith and Voidstalker. They could get him the information he needed and he could work some operations they couldn't.

He strode over to a squad of stormtroopers with his hands slightly raised. They raised their carbines and he froze.

"Looking to catch some Jedi. Seen them around? Point me in their direction and I can take care of them for you. How's that sound? Check with your officers. Let me know. I can wait."

He stood there, while the troopers worked their comms, discussing and arguing. Finally one strode forward, and activated his datapad marking out a point. It was quite a walk and he didn't want to use the jetpack yet.

"Last sighting was here," The soldier said, "But we lost contact soon after. We're to escort you to the vicinity, establish a command post, and await reinforcements or your capture of the Jedi."

An engine rumbled not far away and Kiyron turned. A tracked vehicle trundled forward- carrying an additional squad of soldiers. It stopped and the stormtroopers gestured for him to enter. He strode aboard and the machine started weaving itself forward through the streets with the soldiers crouching along the edge- seeking any sign of resistance or attacks. None came, however. Some time later they stopped and gestured him to leave. Kiyron stepped off the transport.

"One block South was the last sighting."

Kiyron nodded and marched forward, ducking along the edge of the building. He could hear nothing at this point. No blasters. No lightsabers. Quiet so far. There was a lull. This was his moment to find them without having to go shooting the place up. It was a disadvantage of sonic weapons. Loud. No stealth there, but his sniper rifle was silent. Nobody would hear that. He activated the jetpack, feeling the ground drop away from beneath him. He shot up along the edge of the building and then dropped down onto the roof. More debris up here as well.

He knelt and unslung the rifle case and set the pieces on the ledge- quickly putting them together. But would one find Jedi that did not wish to be found? To use one of their own favorite words. Patience. They would show themselves in time. Then he could make contact.

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] @Neivon @Nia Siroc [member="Aston Jacobs"]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Up the stairs...
Up the stairs...
Up the stairs...

Aston's legs moved like they were possessed as he shot up the way as quickly and efficiently as possible. Half the tower was blown to hell that exposed him a bit, but he was quick enough to go through that it looked like a blur. Aston knelt against the wall, at the highest point of it that wasn't blown apart. The Jedi peeked his head out for a quick second as his eyes caught everything that he could see. He moved to the right a bit and look through a hole that was in the wall, taking in a longer yet much much more narrowed view.

Aston caught the glance of what looked to be what they were going to, yet at the last moment, the smallest flicker of a reflector as he moved away from the hole quickly, placing his back against the wall. There was a sniper ahead of his position, probably two hundred yards or so. Aston moved back to where he originally was and took another glance out to where he saw the communications outpost, or where he though it was. Aston narrowed his eyes a bit as he smirked and nodded his head, mainly to himself as he found what he was here for.

Aston retreated down the stairs a bit as his sight traveled to where the troops were earlier and they were still busy scoping out the area that he had caused to collapse. Moving down to the ground floor and back the way he came, moving to the location of where his allies were thus far.

This day was just getting started.