Junction The Frontier War: Beacons of Light | Junction of Enclave-V'Shar, GA-Iskadrel

[Tren Chaar]

W A Y F I N D E R

ISKADRELL SECTOR
B-WING HEAVY STARFIGHTER​

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A chime rang out through the cockpit of the B-wing. Not a warning klaxon alerting Chaar to his impending death, but rather a pleasant alert emanating from his navicomputer. He reached forward and pulled back on the hyperdrive control lever, his starfighter decanting to realspace a moment later alongside the rest of Revenant Squadron.

The momentous nature of the moment was not lost of the commander - that was the first hyperspace jump the squadron had completed all day.

He flicked a number of switches on his console to recalculate the jump vector they’d just followed and confirm it with the flight computers of the other eleven Revenant ships. Sure enough, they’d blind jumped along a stable hyperspace lane toward the edge of the neighbouring Seeratter Sector. Now the lane didn’t go anywhere at the moment and wasn’t long by any stretch of the imagination.

But it was a start. If they could chain together a few more jumps they might have a viable hyperlane through the messy Iskadrell sector on their hands. He could already see the meritorious service citation which would be awaiting Revevant Squadron on their return to Coruscant.

“Beacon out,” he declared as he deployed a hyperspace beacon to mark their location. The Alliance astronavigators would need to come along and certify the route for safe use. Until then, the Revenant could always jump back to the beacon if they got lost or stuck and know they had a way back out of here.

“Spread out, scan for vectors,” Chaar orders. He swung his B-wing along and drifted away from the beacon, directing his gravitation sensors to try and find a clearing between the mess of stellar objects and mass shadows.

Revenant Squadron: Five: Kaul "Joker" Emos | Six: Dani Stellaris | Seven: Leon Gallo | Eight: Len Vert | Ten: Qellene Tyliame
Cadence Air Group: Liedran Kathause | Kathryn Foster | Voldran Molf
Mandalorian Enclave: Open
Brotherhood of the Maw: CETCOM
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[CETCOM]

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THE SANCTUM , O’REEN
UNKNOWN REGIONS

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O’reen. The Most Fortified Planet in the Unknown Regions and the De Facto Capital of the Final Dawn , the Neo-Imperialist Organization responsible for fueling the Brotherhood of the Maw’s War Machine. While Derix Tirall resided in the Grand Palace of O’reen ruling over the Final Dawn from there , the Supreme War Command nicknamed SUWACO and the Politorate coordinated both Military and Intelligence Operations of the Final Dawn from the Sanctum under the Oversight of Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen who essentially held a large degree of influence within both SUWACO and the Politorate.

Within the Sanctum , Acting Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar was in his office , currently reading recent Politorate reports provided by numerous Field Agents and Surveillance Ships operating within the Galactic Alliance regarding the Galactic Alliance’s recent Fleet Movements and Composition. In preparation for Grand Overseer Sularen’s envisioned Operation Deathstroke , the Director-Admiral had been working hard to compile a report for his superior regarding the overall threat posed by the numerous Fleets of the Galactic Alliance to Sularen’s Plans and their response patterns as a means to predict where the GADF would me most likely to respond to Deathstroke in order to ensure that Sularen’s Plan went as smoothly as possible.

As the Acting Director-Admiral went through another file regarding the newly established Syndulla Command which had caught the attention of both SUWACO and the Politorate , the door to his Office slid open with a Final Dawn Officer entering the room and informing the Director-Admiral of recent developments. “Sir , there has been a development in the Seeratter Sector” the Officer said. “What kind of development?” Sevenar said in response. “One of our Surveillance Ships has detected the presence of an Alliance Starfighter Squadron two Jump points away from lol.” Sevenar’s eyes widened. lol was one of the Main Sources of War Materials utilized by the Final Dawn to construct it’s Vast Armada.

Under the oversight of Sularen , the Final Dawn had absolete control of the Strategically Important World via one of Sularen’s Corporations known as the Mining Collective soon overexploiting the World for it’s Valuable Resources to fuel the Final Dawn’s War Machine. It was through lol that Sularen was able to easily replace the losses suffered at Csilla by the Maw Irregular Fleet. The mere presence of Alliance Starfighters two jump points away from the Vital Planet put the Final Dawn’s entire operation at risk as if they found out about the Final Dawn’s Operations there it would render their operations there vulnerable to future attacks as lol was outside the borders of the Brotherhood of the Maw. In addition to this , their presence could also uncover evidence of Operation Eavesdropper which could seriously threaten Dorian Sevenar’s efforts to monitor the Galactic Alliance’s Fleet Movements. They had to find a solution to this problem quickly or the Final Dawn might soon face an unprecedented disaster , one that could severely affect their future operations.

“Has the rest of High Command been summoned?” the Director-Admiral asked in an urgent tone. The Officer nodded. “Yes , already Overseer Pryce and Admiral Hamilton are present and the Grand Overseer has been informed of the Situation.” the Officer said in response. “Very well then , you’re dismissed.” Dorian Sevenar said. Soon enough the Officer left the Room and after placing his Datapad in one of his drawers , the Director-Admiral soon left his Office headed towards the Central Command Center where other members of SUWACO awaited him.

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SEERATTER SECTOR
UNKNOWN REGIONS

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As SUWACO scrambled to find a solution to this possible threat they now faced in the form of the Alliance being in a position to uncover Final Dawn Operations in lol and in the region as a whole , LT-224’s Quandary-Class Surveillance Ship continued to eavesdrop on Alliance Communications. News of the Alliance’s Presence in the area was worrying enough , but LT-224 himself was not prepared for what would come next.

“Sir , you might want to hear this.” 5-7 said. “What do we have now , 5-7” LT-224 asked in response, now fully invested in keeping tabs on the Alliance Starfighters nearby. 5-7 then played a recent communication from Revenant Squadron in the Command Center’s Speakers and what followed next shocked LT-224 completely.


Slightly concerned about the fact that one of the Galactic Alliance’s best Starfighter Squadrons were now headed towards them , LT-224 began immediately thinking of the best possible course of action he could take in order to ensure that his Surveillance Ship remained undetected.

If they stayed here , then they could risk detection from the incoming Revenant Squadron and should their presence in the area be uncovered , Revanant Squadron would be quickly alerted to the Final Dawn’s overall Presence in the Region which would be detrimental to Operation Eavesdropper and the Secrecy the Final Dawn’s Mining Operations at lol. If they left the area and headed for a nearby Sector , they would still be able eavesdrop on Revenant Squadron but still face the possibility of them stumbling upon the Final Dawn’s Operations on lol. Their best bet would be to contact reinforcements from lol to repel Revenant Squadron and force them back to Alliance Territory in order to prevent them from uncovering the full extent of the Final Dawn’s presence in the area. But regardless of what they would do , the Alliance would always uncover evidence that the Final Dawn was still operating in the area.

Nevertheless , LT-224 came to conclude that getting reinforcements to repel Revenant Squadron would be the best possible solution to avoid compromising the Mining Operations at lol and Operation Eavesdropper and thus he dedicated to make his next move. But as he prepared to speak , 9-6 interrupted him. “Sir , our scanners have indicated that the Revenant Squadron has arrived in the Seeratter Sector. Orders?” LT-224 quickly reacted, issuing new orders to his crew. “Inform the Supreme War Command of these new developments and send a request for reinforcements. If we can repel Revenant Squadron and send them running back home , then we can at least conceal the full extent of our Operations here.” Soon enough a message was sent to the Sanctum at O’reen informing SUWACO of these new developments and requesting for reinforcements to be sent to the Seeratter Sector. Sooner or later , Revenant Squadron would come in contact with the Final Dawn and it was imperative that they prevented them from uncovering Operation Eavesdropper and the Mining Operations on lol.

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Tags [Revenant Squadron] | Tren Chaar | Qellene Tyliame | Leon Gallo | Dani Stellaris | Kaul "Joker" Emos | Len Vert ​

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Convene the Tributary Council
Location: Ra'ntisr Capitol, New Krostport, Hefi
Action: Explain a possible plan
Attire

The processions continued as more delegates began to introduce themselves, before finally the Chancellor gave his introductions and presented to the Leader of the Enclave a gift that would impress Mandalorians. Likewise, the Mandalorians gifted the Chancellor a pair of forged weapons. Clearly the mood of the meeting felt good natured and things were going smoothly. Seto realized why as the Quartermaster spoke about their needs over in the outer reaches of the galaxy, they were in need of supplies and trade partners. As a fledgling nation like the Enclave, their powerbase needed to project strength and unity, and should there be a large storm approaching them, a safe harbor to weather the worst of it.

And the Alliance can supply materials to that effect. Seto mused, he knew the costs of overreaching and furthermore stretching already overstretched supply lines simply calls for disaster. But. Seto thought of the importance of projecting strength this far out; the Alliance had mostly been seen as a Core centered government with little influence in the outer reaches of the surrounding galaxy.

Forging a strong relationship with the Enclave, securing their fiefdom over the Wild Space regions would present the Alliance with a great boom. Nation building had never been the forefront of Alliance foreign policy, for the lack of a better excuse, it was simply too taxing to ensure. Building up Member Alliance Worlds was one thing, as they would eventually get a return via Tax revenue and Tariffs, but building up other independent governments to control regions of space? Another matter entirely. . . . but the Enclave appears rather self-sufficient and the Mandalorians have a tenured history of being. . . . difficult to remove.

“My colleagues have spoken truths of the difficulty of transporting and patrolling so far out from our territory, and maintaining supply lines with such limited protection will only hamper the effectiveness and diminishes our efficiency to grow a prosperous trade route.” Seto began, he hardly needed to present numbers on a chart to show such risks of being practically worthless.

“-And speaking of Trust I propose that you allow Alliance Companies and Corporations to buy into the developing infrastructure of the Enclave, as to have a stake in ensuring the success of a burgeoning nation. . . similar to how newly inducted member worlds in the Core join the Alliance Markets. We see a boom in not just productivity and stability, but a growing strong economy.” Seto explained, he could have added more details of tariffs and such but such things could be hammered out later on contracts. Even as a Committee Chair of Finance and Commerce, I grow bored of such talks and explaining spreadsheets upon spreadsheets demonstrating economic growth.

"But if you have an reservations, please express them so we can perhaps come up with a idea that will suite us all. After all, a safe and secure Wild Space can only benefit both of our respective governments."
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|| The Quartermaster | Ijaat Mereel | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | A ARS VAMI | Runi Kuryida | Dominique Vexx | Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa | Kronn K'taris ||

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

NEW KROSTPORT, HEFI

Faith Organa | Seto du Couteau | Dominique Vexx
The Quartermaster | Runi Kuryida | Verin Oldo | Ijaat Mereel

That the delegation to the Enclave was led by the Corporatist Party soon became clear. Dominique proposed the possibility of trade with the Alliance, with Seto adding that Alliance corporations may be interested in investing in the burgeoning government. Tithe could practically see the credits now. It had been a long time since anyone had developed the worlds in this corner of the galaxy, and with the stability of the nearby Silver Jedi domain offering friendly trade routes, the new markets could go some way to replacing those lost when Rurik Fel had raised his economic Iron Ring around the New Imperial Order.

Convincing the Enclave may not be so easy. While the Quartermaster explained the lengths they had gone to in ridding the cleaning up the local sectors, she also spoke to mistrust in foreign governments.

The Mandalorians would undoubtedly need something in return, a means to power their own economy, were they to even consider allowing the Alliance to profit from the region. They were, after all, so pleasantly pragmatic.

“The legacy of your people in renown, yes renown, through the Core,” Tithe explained. “Our government, large as it may be, has a times - how do I say this? - struggled with local law and order.” The wars against the Sith Empire and now the Brotherhood of the Sith had put an extraordinary strain on the GADF and the local planetary defence forces.

“Yes, our so-called ‘Peacekeeping Certification’ system never quite reached the lofty heights we had hoped.” To combat a rise in crime that pre-dated Tithe’s involvement with the Alliance, the Senate had passed powers to legalise regulated bounty hunting. Tithe always fancied himself a man of privatisation - the efficiencies compared to a lumbering bureaucracy were impossible to argue against. “I wonder, could the Senate empower your people with an exclusive contract for this type of work? I can think of few others beside a Mandalorian who would be up to the task.”

 

[Ijaat Mereel]

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Objective: Convene the Tributary Council
Location: Ra'ntisr Capitol, New Krostport, Hefi

"Medical supplies and help with agri concerns. We've yet to bring into the fold a breadbasket. Gardius, the new home for my House, has us well supplied industrially when paired with Kestri. But domestically our supply lines are short... I can..."

Here he trailed off, the words spoke by Aerarii Tithe catching his ear...

"I wonder, could the Senate empower your people with an exclusive contract for this type of work? I can think of few others beside a Mandalorian who would be up to the task."

He excused himself with a grimace.

Turning and advancing, he cleared his throat to draw eyes as he bowed his head.

"Senator, Quartermaster... If I may... Years ago, before the Crusaders and Empire ravaged in the name of the Mando'ade, the Mandalorian Sector was kept protected by the Mandalorian Protectors. A sort of police force ran by a Protector of each planet, with deputies known as Journeyman Protectors. I am, to my knowledge, the last surviving member of that organization. Much of our work fell under similar circumstances as the proposed contract from the esteemed Senator Tithe. It would be my honor and privilege to spearhead this contract and revive the Protectors to fill this need. I can even aid in offering training to local defense forces by my Protectors, once recruited, much like the Cuy'val Dar of the Republic during the Clone Wars. We would need to discuss specifics in terms of need and support from the Alliance to the Protectors, and the Enclave as a whole, but that can be done easy."

With that he stepped back, right arm held at military attention behind his back, helmet cradled in the crook of his left arm, and sketched a formal and yet not to deep bow to the Alliance attendees, and one just ever so much more to the Quartermaster. Rough though his stubble and weather-tanned features may make him appear, Ijaat had spent time on Atrisia and Adumar and countless other worlds learning from royal swordsman and serving their lords. He could speak the language of politics if he had to, and this was apt to confuse a few politicians in the room to hear eloquence coming from a Mando'ad.
Tag: Seto du Couteau

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Seto du Couteau | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx | The Quartermaster The Quartermaster |
Ijaat Mereel Ijaat Mereel | [IMG alt="Vemric Keldra"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/20/20254.jpg?1619466549[/IMG]
Vemric Keldra | Kronn K'taris Kronn K'taris | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa Faith Organa | Runi Kuryida

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

S M A S H
A N D
G R A B

Location: V’shar, Planet’s Capital City, Sewers, Enroute to Insertion Point
Local Time: 20:39
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Secure Precious Cargo
Secondary Objective: Eliminate Terrorist Group’s Leader (Optional)
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the ECM 598 Backpack) + The Goran’s Stand (Greatsword’s Sheath lies over his left pistol holster on his Kama)
Friendlies: Alora Vizsla | Ishida Ashina | Shai Maji | Thonn Rokkal | Sasha Kryze | Valery Noble | Gorthalon | Tarre Priest
Hostiles: Krek Libera

The muffled clatter of armored boots on the dirty, luteous floor echoed from wall-to-wall as the Supercommando’s team descended into the catacomb-esque, cylindrical sewage tunnels of the city. The giant stood there with his back turned towards the sewage access above. His rifle was raised as he held security for his team.

”If you don’t mind, I’ll take point in here. If we run into trouble in these narrow sewers, you have little to no cover. But I can be your cover.”

The giant gave the Master Jetii a glance over his right shoulder in response to her suggestion before looking down through his rifle scope once again. He pondered her suggestion in his mind for a few seconds before nodding curtly. <”Very well. I will stay close so I can guide the way with you.”> He didn’t enjoy the thought of taking shelter behind a Jetii’s lightsaber. Beskar protects, after all. But blindly refusing without even considering the advantage she possessed would be unwise.

”Kranak, I’m gonna ring your karking bell after this.”

Shai’s uneasy voice sounded off over his comm circuit. <”Duly noted, now get your shebs down here, old girl.”> Without skipping a beat, the giant quipped in response as she descended the ladder into the murky bowels of the city. Others followed suit soon after.

He noticed movement further into the tunnel while waiting for his comrades to join him in the sewers and as the Master Jetii walked past him, stepping into the sewers to get some eyes up ahead. Was it some womp rat? Unsure about what it was, the giant reached for the helmet mounted macrobinoculars and pulled it down. With a pre-recorded verbal command, the giant turned on his night vision and zoomed in on the unidentified contact as he turned his blaster rifle towards its direction.

A slightly grainy filter of green haze with heat overlay was cast over the giant’s environment as he looked through his night vision. There, in the distance. He could see a large, hulking figure about two hundred meters to his north. He saw the unknown contact holding a large object in his numerous hands, pointing at their general direction. In response, the Supercommando’s trigger finger swiftly slid from above the rifle’s receiver and on to the trigger, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

His night vision’s brightness automatically adjusted to the sudden, bright muzzle flash of an assault cannon firing on their position. <”Conta-”> The giant stumbled backwards as several blaster bolts and an anti infantry round struck him. It would have been a lethal blow if it weren’t for his personal energy shield. The shield endured the attack as it glistened with a bright azure over where the bolts and the anti infantry round had struck, keeping the giant out of harm's way at the expense of its energy. His shield’s charge had been reduced to twenty five percent. It would take a few seconds for it to start recharging slowly.

The rest of the storm of blaster bolts were masterfully deflected and blocked by the Master Jetii in front of him. He heard Alora call out contact at the same time. <”Take cover and return fire!”> The Supercommando went prone on the ground to minimize his tall silhouette to make it harder for the enemy to see and hit him.

<Should have avoided the sewers after all.>

Ishida’s remark hadn’t escaped the giant as she ran past him, sprinting towards the hostile while dodging and weaving past the storm of blaster bolts hurled at them from the assault cannon. He wouldn’t argue with her, or anyone that voiced their discontented opinions about the matter. Not while they were out in the field. Arguing while in combat would have one end up dead.

They had to be unlucky for this occasion to be taking contact so early into their mission, though. The possibility of engaging hostile troops in the sewers was mentioned during the briefing. This must be one of the teams the insurgents must have sent to begin raiding operations into government held territory using the sewage system of the capital. The bastards were growing bolder and bolder with each passing hour.

”Take him down!”

The Master Jetii hollered over the com circuit. She didn’t need to say it twice. The fire selector switch crisply clicked as he switched from ‘Full Auto’ to ‘Semi-Auto’ to deliver accurate shots down range. The scope's crosshair hovered over the contact’s head and opened fire with hopes of dispatching him quickly. A salvo of blaster bolts had been let loose at the enemy contact from the giant and his vode, now. The giant was being extra careful to avoid blue-on-blue with the Jetii that had rushed the hostile contact. He wanted to return the greeting in kind with an explosive grenade slug from his underbarrel grenade launcher in response to the anti-infantry round that had hit him earlier, but the Jetii was too damn close.

Thonn, the squad’s resident Jorir, had taken up positions at the front besides Kranak. Pulling down the rotary blaster cannon’s trigger, the Mandalorian unleashed long winded salvos at the hostile.

Kranak’s mind raced as he shot several more blaster bolts at the target. They had taken contact very early on. The single foe they faced seemed formidable. It was very unlikely the hostile was all alone. There had to be a squad not too far away, then. After swiftly assessing the situation parameters all the while keeping their mission objective in mind, the giant made the call and began issuing orders to his fellow squadmates.

<”Shai, Gorth’alon! Take an alternate route and flank that chakaar from his side or rear! Aid the Jetii!”> Kranak shouted as he spared them a quick glance before continuing. <”Thonn, stay here, keep suppressing and pinning him down,”> The giant then swiftly stood up from his prone position as he broke into a sprint towards one of the sewage tunnels to his two o’clock direction. <”The rest of you, on me! We regroup once the threats are neutralized!”> They had to keep moving, they could not afford to stay put in this killzone of a tunnel for far too long. They needed to rout out the opposing force quickly and make their way towards their insertion point. <”Alora, began jamming sequence. We cannot let them get a word out, warning them about our presence.”>

The foul puddles of sewage water splashed all over his combat boots, shin plates and his long black kama as his armored feet stomped on them while sprinting into an alternate sewage tunnel. The blaster fire reverberated loudly in the tunnels. It wasn’t too long after he went in the alternate tunnel he saw about fifteen humanoid contacts in the distance, about a hundred meters ahead. They were highlighted in an orange hue due to his night vision’s heat overlay. They were armed. <”Enemies spotted. Insurgents, hundred meters, right up ahead. Engage.”> His interactive heads-up display passively shared tactical data to the HUD’s of his squadmates within close proximity. The hostiles were highlighted with small, red hollow triangles over their heads, displaying combat related information to his vode, such as their distance and squad size.

Coming to a sudden halt not a moment after calling out enemy contacts, the giant crouched behind a small piece of ferroconcrete wall protruding from the left. After bracing the rifle on the vertical edge of the wall, the giant opened fire. Recoiling and stumbling backwards, several targets fell on their backs with each squeeze of his blaster rifle’s trigger. Their thermal signature on his heat overlay faded away slowly. The giant would continue his movement with his squad as soon as all the insurgents were dispatched.

Spoiler: List of Actions

• Kranak returned fire at Krek. A few blaster bolts were aimed at his cranium.
• Assessing the situation, Kranak ordered two of his squad elements to flank Krek from a different angle to assist Ishida. Ordered Thonn to continue his suppressing fire to keep Krek pinned. Ordered the rest of his squad elements to follow him to start moving towards their insertion point in order to not get bogged down in a long, pitched battle.
• Took contact from Krek’s squad of insurgents not too long after Kranak took his remaining elements to an alternate path leading to their insertion point.

 

[Shai Maji]

Tags: Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze | Alora Vizsla | Valery Noble | Ishida Ashina | Thonn Rokkal | Gorthalon | Tarre Priest
Engaging: Krek Libera
Equipment: In bio | Standard loadout

WAR PIG​

As much as the quips from Alora and Kranak were appreciated, it didn't help much to soothe her paranoid state. She kept telling herself to focus on the way ahead of them and tried to do just that. But for the one second she looked down to see what the hell she stepped on, everything went south in an explosive inferno.

The shockwave of the missiles knocked her off balance and a bolt to her helmet smashed her down into the muck with a groan. The moment she realized it, she scrambled to get back on her feet and out of the muck with hasty splashing and panicked gasps. Somewhat dazed, she looked around for their target and raised her rifle at the figure in the distance. More blaster fire came at them from their enemy's squad and a few bolts bounced off her armour as she flipped to semi-auto and fired back. Her shaking hands ruined any hope of good accuracy, but at least she only had to shoot close to her targets for the particle bolts to do their job.

Ishida seemed to have the right idea and charged forward while the rest of them provided suppressing fire. Holding her breath, she tried to calm herself to avoid accidentally hitting her newest Jedi friend in the back as the girl charged at the monstrous figure.

<”Shai, Gorth’alon! Take an alternate route and flank that chakaar from his side or rear! Aid the Jetii!”>

With a quick glance at Kranak she gave a nod and an anxious "Right!" before she gestured for Gorth to follow. Running to a pipe on their left, she used the X-ray system in her HUD to somewhat keep track of their enemy. With the thick walls it wasn't as effective as she had hoped, but at least a faint blob popped up randomly through the wall that gave her an idea of where it and Ishida was. Long, heavy breathes heaved in and out of her cybernetic lungs as she sprinted at full speed to cover the long flank. "Karkin' hell." She muttered as she clipped her rifle to the side of her jetpack and dropped down to all fours to cover the ground quicker. Thank goodness she had gloves.

:: Thonn, Ishida, what's going on?! :: She called over the comms as she sprinted with Gorth. Once she reached the right turn, she drew her rifle once more and slotted in a fresh magazine, ready to fire the moment she got a sight on their enemy. "Kark you, buddy!" She shouted as she fired three rounds at him. With a better view of him and his weapons... her hopes were dwindling somewhat.

Her focus turned to his squad as she fired at them as well.

 

[Qellene Tyliame]

[Flight Lieutenant Qellene Tyliame]
[Revenant Squadron - Callsign "Revenant Ten"]
[A-Wing Interceptor]
[Iskadrel Sector]

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“Jump in three, two, one.”

Instinctively, Qellene braced herself against the leather skin of her pilots' seat. Her hands clenched, dull nails nonetheless finding the strength to cut into the padding at the chair's sides; all in preparation for a bout of violent maneuvering... that never came.

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[Seeratter Sector]
[Systems Green]
[Hyperdrive - COOLDOWN]
[Time To Jump- 5 Min.]
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The lieutenant's sapphire-hued eyes widened in a mixture of shock, and pride. Her limbs relaxed quickly-- against all reason, they weren't careening violently as a product of a failed jump. She consulted her navigational records, linked a pair of quick calculations together. Ahh.. Revenant Squadron hadn't made it as far as they hoped; from what the records could tell, their lucky hyperlane wasn't that long a route. Yet, the sigh of relief that washed over Qellene's softened expression didn't take such pessimism into account.

Almost to remind the starfighter group of their purpose, Commander Chaar released his B-wing's hyperspace beacon, marking what was more or less a safe haven to regroup around. It wasn't long before comms were awakened by the Umbaran's order to:

“Spread out, scan for vectors,”

She brought her mass sensors online; Qellene spun by force of her craft's maneuvering jets, nodding silently as she did so, held within an air of resoluteness as the sensor domes scoured nearby space.

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[CONTACT - B. 10 | Mk. 20 | Dis. CALCULATING]
[IFF - Unresponsive]
[??? Quandary-class - 60.28% probability|??? 50m - 85.436% probability]
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Any remnant of a grin, any sign of relief plastered on Qellene's face, burned slowly away as she hurried to recalibrate the sensors. Maybe they'd missed something. Or the unknown starship's transponders must have simply been malfunctioning. And yet, regardless of what should have been the case, she locked a missile into position. With the Brotherhood lurking within nearby sectors, it felt only right that suspicious circumstances be responded to with appropriate suspicion.

It was with this same skepticism that the flight lieutenant dialed in Revenant Squadron's general channel, feeling around for the designated switches and ensuring her eyes remained affixed to her scanner plots, "{Ten-- I've got a contact. Bearing...}" She read back the sparing snippets of data the A-wing and its arrays bestowed, "{Bearing 23. Mark 40. IFFs aren't responding.}" Qellene paused again. The readings appeared fainter now, {"Requesting Confirmation of readings."}

In the mean time, her interceptor maneuvered into a defensive posture.

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Revenant Squadron: Tren Chaar , Kaul "Joker" Emos , Leon Gallo , Dani Stellaris , Len Vert
Scary Brotherhood Fellow: CETCOM

 

[Gorthalon]

Team: Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Shai Maji Thonn Rokkal Ishida Ashina Valery Noble Tarre Priest
Hostile: Krek Libera
TLDR: Gorth expands the sewer entrance's diameter using blaster fire and sheer force and descends. Providing cover with his makeshift shield, he pushes forward behind Shai. After Shai's shots, he throws the manhole cover at the firing enemy.​

As Gorthalon peers into the deep dark horizon, distant flashes of combat reveal the night clouds repeatedly. The breeze from before has since become a sustained stream of chilled air along the war-torn streets of V'shar. Gorthalon stands ready to descend the sewer entrance after gesturing for all the others to enter before him. Although it might seem he just wishes to avoid the putrid smells for as long as he can, in truth, he simply believes he is best suited to quickly and silently lower the manhole cover after them with the least effort.

"Okay sexy, listen up. Rebels got some kyber crystals they got from somewhere and they wanna use it for a superweapon of some sort. We're gonna sneak in through kriffin' sewers to get into their compound and steal them back. We gotta keep low profile for as long as possible. Once we get there, we'll split into two teams." Shai explained. Gorthalon smiles, half surprised, half flattered by the words as he raises his left hand slightly for a thumbs up and simply utters. - Understood.

One by one the formidable warriors enter; some are rightly expressing their disgust, others soldiering on in silence. Just as Shai, the last person to enter the sewers before him goes down, a cascade of blaster fire and missiles is unleashed at the operatives from somewhere in the distance below. It appears their mission just got a whole lot more complicated.

Based on what the Yuzzem hears, each of Gorthalon's teammates spring into action right away. Gorthalon snaps back at the entrance, and looking down, he can see Shai on her back. He quickly looks around and his gaze is suddenly fixed on the large manhole cover that the robust Mandalorian just sliced prior to his descent, the magnetic lock of which just happens to have a handle in the middle. Seemingly smaller in size following the slicing maneuver, it apparently has some form of mechanism that rectracts a portion of its overall frame once opened to allow easier extraction and removal. Perfect – he thinks. He reaches over, grabs the handle and lifts up the manhole cover as a makeshift shield. It covers about one third of his frame, but he can carry it with ease and may use it to soak up blaster fire to provide some defense for the otherwise extremely exposed warriors below. He takes his blaster from his waistbelt and fires about fifteen shots around the edge of the manhole entrance. Concrete and debris explodes upwards as the laser barrage hits the hollow ground above the tunnel. He quickly holsters his weapon and with all his strength, stomps the ground, allowing for a crack to form along the tunnel below.

With the battle still raging on below, he takes a step forward, holds the cover close to his chest and with incredible force once again stomps the weakened surface around the entrance point and crashes through the ceiling. His heavy landing splashes filth on the nearby walls. By this time Shai had repositioned and has opened fire at the unknown enemy, along with all the others. The dark tunnel echoes with the shrieks of speeding blaster fire, mixed with the blunt screeches of reflected projectiles from the Jedi's lightsaber in the front. The colorful discharges paint only snippets of scenes as every person moves with determination. Based on the origin of the opposition's fire, the Yuzzem calculates that the enemy must be about two hundred meters down the forlorn tunnel. Blaster bolts immediately find their way to him as well, heating the manhole cover quickly as they relentlessly carve dents into its rugged surface.

A second Jedi charges past all others and attempts to close the gap with stunning moves. This is the first time the Yuzzem sees a lightsaber in person, let alone a Jedi in action. The tenacity of the Mandalorian warriors however do not pale in comparison to the miraculous skills of the mysterious members of the Jedi religion at all. Each soldier present is replying with an uncompromising assault of their own. Although these thoughts go through the brute's mind in an instant, he truly marvels at the company he finds himself in and realizes the strength they have at this moment. Even with an upper hand currently in the insurgents' possession, the magnitude of competence displayed in merely the past few seconds should send shivers down their spines.

- Shai, Gorth'alon! Take an alternate route and flank that chakaar from his side or rear! Aid the Jetii! – Bellows our leader through our shared frequency, but the Yuzzem's ear picks up on it despite the sounds of battle. – Right! – Confirms my assigned partner. – Copy. – I add. The similarly armored, yet physically different Mandalorian next to him drops on all fours all of a sudden and darts ahead in a flash. The Yuzzem, still holding the manhole cover, advances steadily along his battle sister's path, attempting to reduce his stature to the best of his ability, while at the same time attempting to provide cover to others that may be located behind him. He follows Shai while sticking close to the tunnel wall.

- Thonn, Ishida, What's going on? – Shai inquires through the comms. Shortly after, Gorthalon catches up to her and takes cover behind the corner. Much to his surprise, their opponent is… by himself. What he lacks in the number of squad members, he makes up for in the number of limbs that together are capable of unleashing a wall of laser at the intruders. After firing at the opponent, Shai reloads and tosses the used cell aside, a move and ease of muscle memory which tells the tale of significant experience. Gorthalon waits for her to fire her second wave of shots at a group further behind, then immediately as she ducks back, he takes a step out of cover, makes a full rotation around his own axis to wind up the object in his hand and flings the massive manhole cover at the formidable enemy engaging them, then slides back into cover. Facing Shai, he comments. – You've a nice gun.​

 

[The Quartermaster]

T H E
E N C L A V E

Objective: Establish Relations
Location: Ra'ntisr Capitol, New Krostport, Hefi
Tag: Ijaat Mereel | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Seto du Couteau | Runi Kuryida | Dominique Vexx | Kronn K'taris | Aerarii Tithe

The Quartermaster nodded as Ijaat spoke. "Though specifics would have to be ironed out, the Karjr are elite peacekeeping forces when it comes to messes too dirty for legitimate organizations. We were contracted as such by the Confederacy, and their criminal scum of their underworld was overwhelmingly neutered, though I have no doubt that in our absence it has regrown like weeds."

The Mandalorian Forgemaster tilted her head. "However, I speak of the Confederacy. They used us to clean up their underworld, and when they had no further use for us we were discarded. I will not make the same mistake of sending my people to shed blood for a government who would not do the same. If we are to go through with this, there would be conditions required on our end. Most simply, a mutual defensive alliance between our two peoples. We will grant your warships safe passage, we will trade with you, and we will clean up your streets. But in turn, the Galactic Alliance must be able to defend us in our times of need. Those are my terms."
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[Tarre Priest]

TAGS:
| Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze | Valery Noble | Alora Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Ishida Ashina | Vren Rook |
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Bootfalls hit the dirt heavily. I did my best to stay low against the background so that enemies on the ramparts would not be able to see me. It did help that I had a makeshift change to my armor so that the blanket and dust I had put on myself allowed me to blend in with the environment. Once I found a small croping to hide behind, I leaned my back against it. Pulling up my HUD systems to pull any possible radio signals they may be using. I had to find the source of where it was first. Taking out the signal point would prevent people from talking to one another. Considering the Strike teams were using their own com systems quite a lot, I was really hoping they had isolation helms so then others couldn't hear them.

Either way, It took a moment to pinpoint the source. It was fairly close to their shielding systems. Made sense. One of the most secure place in the location. However, it wasn't good against slug weapons. Most common shield systems were not rated for physical projectiles that moved slow enough. I pulled a couple rounds that were sub-sonic, and loaded them in by hand. Making sure they were ready. However, after the first two sub-sonic rounds, if those two didn't work, I loaded in an AP round. If it needed some more power to break it.

A few seconds to set myself up, I wrapped my gun with the blanket. Moving around just a bit so I could lay prone. Angled my feet to have a good shooting platform to use. Bracing it well, All I had to do was worry about where I placed my shoulder and arm to get the right angle from my pivot point. Down the scope my eyesight went. A black ring forming at first before full sight picture came into view. Looking at the distance on the scope, it pointed out this shot was just a hair over 800 meters. Shit.

I pulled away. Reaching down to the sand, I picked up a handful and tossed it into the wind. Seeing it was a southward one. Against me. Great. So I would have to keep the shot low to avoid the wind increasing drag on the slug. Looking over in the direction of the soldiers, I attempted to find something to show me the wind. Found it. A flag that showed they owned the place. Southward as well, but not aggressive wind. Just enough to see the symbol but not much. Maybe 3 km/h at best. Adjusting for wind, and altitude, as well as bullet drop, I was about to scope in again when I checked a second time. I forgot, this planet spins a little fast. Meaning the turning of the planet would offset the shot from this distance, barely anything, but at 500 meters, about two meters to the left. 800, would be closer to 2 and a quarter. Looking at that adjustment again, I made the changes to the scope.

Once more, getting into position, I started to relax my breathing. Tuning out everything. The sounds of the voices on the coms faded away to silence. My eyes closed for a moment. A single drop of water falling into a puddle within darkness. Once more, it fell.

Eyes snapped open. Natural point of aim found its mark on the cable for the tower. A release of air dropping to empty lungs as I pulled the trigger. It took barely a quarter of a second for the round to reach its target. Snapping the cord the tower began to lean hard. I smiled and moved to the side as people around it started to notice it starting to have problems. Cycling the bolt as quick as I could, I took another breath before releasing it. Empty lungs once more as the trigger set off the controlled explosion of the powder.

Snap.

Down came the tower.

"Strike Team, Communications on enemy side taken out. Move faster. Clock started 30 seconds ago."

After that call out to them, I moved to a kneeling position, and prepped for stage 2 of Plan Besh.

 

[Krek Libera]

// KREK // KILLER INSTINCT //
// POSITION // V'SHAR // SEWERS //
// OBJECTIVE // DEFEND // THE OBSTACLE
// FOCUS // Ishida Ashina Valery Noble Kranak Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Alora Vizsla Shai Maji Vren Rook Sasha Kryze Gorthalon Tarre Priest //
// EQUIPMENT // EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK //
// COMPANY // INSURRECTIONISTS AND MERCENARIES //

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The enemy was quick to charge forward -- incredibly quick. Krek could see the blazing weapons two of them had brought. One was fast enough to weave through his barrage, the other fast enough to meet his shots with her weapon, and strong enough to beat them away. Nine strokes a second to block the barrage.

That must be a Jedi. A weapon of kyber and raw power even greater.

The enemy began to fire back, and Krek ducked, shrinking his target profile despite his size. He strafed diagonally backwards, knowing that the travel time of the enemy's projectiles and a touch of erratic movement made him a hard target. Yet, his weapon was equally useless in the face of the Jedi. Instead of aiming to kill he shifted his focus to zoning the one rushing him, forcing her to stay directly in the way of her allies, making their shots even more difficult.

In preparation for the Jedi's arrival he drew his own vibroblade, a long and wicked thing that hummed in his leathered hand. Elsewhere fire erupted; his fellow mercenaries having entered the sewers. He paid them no mind.

The speed at which she advanced had told Krek she was strong, but he was willing to capitalize on any lapse. As soon as she gave up her mobility to slide he lurched forward to strike. Some invisible barrier pushed against his legs but he forced his way past it, aggressively stepping forward just as the Jedi reached her lowest point. A long arm lashed out, intent to grab the Jedi's torso to stop her momentum; his blade came down to sever her arm as it too began to swing.

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Shai Maji Ishida Ashina Vren Rook Sasha Kryze Valery Noble Gorthalon Krek Libera

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<”Thonn, stay here, keep suppressing and pinning him down,”>

"On it; well prepared to do just that." He responded, a serious tone inflecting the words of his reply. A statement too true; as far as confrontation went, he was loaded for bear and had plenty of ammunition to keep blasting away with long bursts of blaster fire. They were all in the thick of it now, and the heavily-armed Thonn was facing off against what he had wished for when he was above and preparing to descend.

While the others began to move, Thonn increased his rate of fire, unleashing long volleys of blaster fire from the steadily spinning barrels of his blaster cannon.

:: Thonn, Ishida, what's going on?! ::

Asked Shai, audible over the continued roar of blaster fire.

"Enemy contact; just one - it's a heavy unit." He gave his reply, his tone carrying the same inflection they had before. The battle was on and Thonn's blaster fire continued to be unleashed directly upon the upper portion of Krek Libera. In the thick of it. he'd no idea where Shai and Gorathalon were. full attention remained on the threat posed. Thonn knew what was most important; keeping the attention focused on him, so that his allies could outmaneuver and flank the multi-limbed monstrosity.

Krek however had ducked, reducing his profile and becoming harder to hit – especially considering the Jedi ahead of him. His upper body had been a fine target, but at his new height and new direction of movement, Krek became a challenge to strike at. Thonn even had to let his finger of the trigger, bringing the continuous stream of blaster fire to a halt, lest he accidentally strike one of the Jedi.

Well, kark it all. Their foe had managed to find cover too, and Thonn couldn't help but curse that these Jedi had managed to get in the way after all. Without the pressure of blaster cannon fire to keep him busy, Krek had free reign to reposition himself – just was Thonn was tasked with preventing. Ever determined to resume the blaster fire, Thonn's next maneuver would be to gain what height his jetpack would allow and allow him a line of fire over top of the Jedi to the crouching Krek.

Once at the apex of his jump and able to take the shot, a heavy burst of blaster fire would resume and pelt Krek yet again from the steepened angle. He'd only have a moment of time as a window with which to do so, as he could not keep airborne indefinitely in such confined spaces. Shortly after his jetpack thrust him upward, he would sink back down, landing back in the muck with a splash and with smoke emanating from the barrels of his blaster, still slowing from their spin.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Jedi could dodge blaster fire and reflect blaster fire, this was known. Though they usually did that when it was being shot at them from the front, and not from behind. So it made things...tricky when the 'creative' one of the pair shot straight up into the enemy's face. At least they dropped low, which made it less likely they'd all shoot their own ally. 'Cause if Alora hit them with a disruptor bolt...

Everyone stepped into motion to lay down fire on the nasty in their way in short order. Which meant the entire sewer was a blinding light show. Especially when the Noble Jedi sent rockets up into the ceiling. Better there than in their bellies. Good thing most of them had helmets one too -- that sound would have been deafening. The concussive force alone was felt even through Alora's metal suit.

Kranak didn't waste time marshalling the troops, of course. Shai and Thonn were given orders with the rest forming up on the Big Guy. With one little task doled out for Alora herself along the way.

<"Copy."> Alora didn't waste time pointing out the sound level of the fight and how it might travel within the sewer tunnels. Maybe someone would hear it, maybe they wouldn't. There could be fighting going on in the streets right now between government forces and rebels that would cover the party below. Whatever the case, Alora holstered her disruptors and began tapping away at a projected interface along her forearm. Signal jamming should work fine down there; after all, if it didn't then normal communication wouldn't do any better getting out -- problem solves itself.

As they rushed down the tunnel, Alora didn't bother noting the quality of consistency of what they ran through. Among others in a social setting she was happy to wax about how disgusting it was and the trouble it would cause later. In the field, however, the young woman couldn't care less unless it had a direct impact on the mission.

Comm tower is down.

Kranak stopped and announced more inbound hostiles, took cover, and started firing before word came in from Tarre Priest confirming Gambit's report. Thirty seconds for a sniper to make sure they weren't taken out. Fair enough. At least the man gave them a heads up that the party had started -- though fifteen people standing in their way kind of gave that away already.

After the soft slip of metal in Alora's holsters, Alora stepped into the tunnel and began pulling one shot after another alternating barrels. The deep, sharp wine of the disruptors filled the air as one body after another simply went up in smoke. Their team didn't have time to waste playing down here, she thought. The enemy knew they were under assault, and the moment they felt overwhelmed they clock would start ticking down. So, the young Mandalorian ignored the bolts that caused her shoulder to jerk back from the impact as she continued returning the favor, but with greater success.

Alora did cross to find cover so she wasn't completely in the open, but she didn't duck behind it and wait for them to giver her an opening either. Not until the number was cut drastically down anyway. Then she'd pull behind the lackluster cover to size up her own condition and their tactical options. <'Time to go,"> she quipped hopeful Sasha would cut down the rest, otherwise Kranak and her would race to who got the last one.

POYO!! Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze
POYO. Valery Noble | Ishida Ashina | Thonn Rokkal | Gorthalon | Tarre Priest | Krek Libera​

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Coruscant
After This And This
IVI

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When the Director repeated his line, the Knight knew that she wasn't buying his simple answer.

Is she for force-sensitive, and he couldn't tell this entire time? Did she know about the hyperlane before he sent the message to Auteme? How much did the woman know about him? Though the Director's tone stayed calm when she began to talk about her childhood friend, his heart rate began to quicken slightly. Stories and rumors had been told to him about the scope of the Intellegence Agenecey, but they couldn't have been spying on him this entire time.

Could they?

"I...I'm sorry about your friend's daughter. I have heard of the sky-walkers, but I didn't know that the Maw was taking them and using them."

From destroying their homeworld to taking their children, it was truly evident on how much the Maw was a galactic wide threat that needed to be stopped. Unfortunately, it just seemed like there was no end in site. Trying to loosen up a little, the Knight decided to share some of his own past as well.

"Back when I was a kid, no older than your friend's daughter, my family's ship was attacked by a group of marauders. They took everything, including me, and sent the ship and my parents on a collision course with a nearby star."

Cleaning his throat, the man tried to hold back tears.

"The leader of them planned on selling me to the Blck Market, figuring I could make them some credits. I was rescued by a Jedi Master before they could, but that didn't stop them from doing terrible things to me. I know this won't bring your friend's child back, but I thought I'd let you know wthat I can kinda relate with what you feel."

A few seconds passed before the Knight looked at the ground. The silence between the two was odd, but felt needed. Unfortunately though, he didn't believe he was here to catch up on tragic stories with the Director.

"So that is why I have such a hard time trusting people. You never know when they will turn against you and destroy your life."

 

[Shai Maji]

TAGS: Ishida Ashina | Thonn Rokkal | Gorthalon
ENGAGING: Krek Libera
VICINITY: Kranak Vizsla | Sasha Kryze | Alora Vizsla | Valery Noble | Tarre Priest
Equipment: In bio | Standard loadout

Covering 200 meters wasn't going to be a quick thing, even on all fours with Gorth and his enormous strides close behind. It was a matter of pushing herself and her cybernetics as hard as she could without losing her balance completely. This was the first time since she got them that she was doing this... she needed to practice more.

She could hear the blaster fire and lightsaber swings echo through the pipes of the sewers, urging her to go faster to help her comrades. Ishida was an unknown variable for her, no bearing at all on how strong of a Jedi she was or what she was capable of. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that the opponent they were facing wasn't just a walk in the park. She wouldn't be surprised if a knight or even a master struggled against him, be it at a distance or right in his face. They needed to get there as quickly as possible.

What felt like an eternity was in fact a couple dozen seconds for the two abnormal beings. Shai had no naïve thoughts that Ishida and Thonn already dispatched the enemy, their struggle was still likely in full swing. After she arrived, she delivered her salvo of three rounds at the monstrosity ahead of her and fell back behind cover, careful not to hit her Jedi comrade. With the monster's focus on Ishida, she could only hope that her rounds would score. "I'd suggest you save the flirting for when we get a drink after this mission, babe." She quickly retorted as she spared a quick glance at Gorth. If her rifle wasn't far too small for him, she would have given it to him without hesitation.

Rounding the corner once more, Shai advanced the small distance between her and the two combatants, her rifle and systems ready to engage further if Ishida needed the help.

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith nodded, "I will have Maeve bring medical supplies from Mandal Medical for the enclave perhaps Tia Rianna has something in the greenhouse that will help with the agriculture." The words at the main table drifted their way Faith understood why Ijaat Mereel moved away.

She looked to Runi Kuryida , "I think I too must excuse myself but we will speak again of things very soon." A small a nod and Faith joined the table listening.

The words of The Quartermaster stuck with her the most, she too remembered a time when they were taken advantage of by another well meaning government who used the Mandalorians. Faith remembered as a young senator many Vod who were part of the armies of another the Republic, training them, leading them....to only turn their back on them in the end. The attacks, the death....the...

She looked down her words here would not lend the weight needed she was already outnumbered since it was the Chancellor Aerarii Tithe who had made the suggestion. She felt that discomfort in her neck stiffening her spine that pushed forward that need to protect those around her.

The counter from the Quartermaster was compelling, it made the attempt to make them all have something to lose. They would engage as long as the Alliance engaged. But would they Alliance keep their word? In most things she had never seen them back down, or not keep their word. She would not remind anyone of that time most of them would have been around but not in the political area of the old Republic.

Her Uncle by marriage Ordo had led troops, had watched the Vod die and then had to defend himself against the same troops that he had trained ...Faith shook her head slightly she had to get these thoughts from her it would poison her and these talks.

This offer though it would have to be accepted by the Chancellor she could only then nod an agreement or voice her concerns. Her legitimate concerns not one haunted by the past and the fear of repeat.

Seto du Couteau | Verin Oldo | Vemric Keldra | Dominique Vexx | Kronn K'taris

 

[Leon Gallo]

Revenant Squadron--Callsign Revenant Seven
Saber Class X-02 X-wing

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This was getting tiring. They’d been at it for hours. Jumping along random vectors, like the ancient explorers who charted the stars long ago. Leon kept his mouth shut, of course. He’d only just gotten back on his commander’s good side after Coruscant. Even as his heel tapped incessantly against the floor of his cockpit, the knight tried to remain attentive to every detail.

As the squadron made another jump, Leon’s hairs stood on end. Something felt off about this one. Even as they made the jump safely, the feeling remained. Something was out there...

"{Ten-- I've got a contact. Bearing...Bearing 23. Mark 40. IFFs aren't responding. Requesting Confirmation of readings."}

Leon checked his instruments again, launching another ping along Qellene’s report. Sure enough, his reading matched. With a flick of his thumb, the pilot activated his comms.

{“This is Seven, confirming Ten’s readings. Bearing is Twenty-Three, mark Forty.”}

Even without the orders coming in, Leon readied himself. If that was what he’d felt, it wasn’t good. A fight was coming, much to the pilot’s excitement. Thumbing through his ship’s data, Leon checked shields once again, then the status of the advanced X-wing’s stealth measures.

{“Sir, if you want, I have stealth systems. I should be able to check it out without being detected if its a hostile.”}

Hopefully the Commander was willing to give him the chance to redeem himself.



Qellene Tyliame Tren Chaar Kaul "Joker" Emos Len Vert Dani Stellaris
CETCOM

 

[Gorthalon]

Team: Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Shai Maji Thonn Rokkal Ishida Ashina Valery Noble Tarre Priest
Hostile: Krek Libera

TLDR: Gorth follows in Shai's footsteps and waits for his turn to attack Krek.

Bowels of V'Shar​

Unaware of the fate of the flying manhole cover – since he had ducked before he saw what happened to it – Gorthalon is taking cover in one of the tunnels perpendicular to the long tubular stretch that his teammates are fighting in. For him, this whole situation is a nightmare to fight in. A low growl seeps out through his gritted teeth and fangs upon this thought's inception. This confined, straightforward space is an almost perfect counter to the skills borne from his own size and physical strength. Even during these few minutes he had spent here in the grimy depths, he had bruised his elbow, hit his head and stumbled to his knees numerous times; and to top it all off, the greataxe on his back sticks out even higher above his frame. This sideways tunnel he is taking cover in is obviously smaller than the main sewer line and he even has trouble folding his right arm to draw his blaster pistol from his waistbelt. So much so, that the Yuzzem finally gives up and reevaluates his approach towards the attacking hostile.

Still, an ongoing barrage of blaster fire from both directions is underway and is beginning to raise the temperature of the sewers' microclimate, further amplifying the stench of the underground passageways. The Yuzzem shakes his head, spits to the side, and following his assigned partner's example, drops an all fours and as fast as he is able, rockets ahead, once again attempting to catch up to Shai. The lowered stance proves to be much more preferable, maneuverable and blocks out a much smaller portion of the firing window the others behind him have. After arriving and once again taking cover next to Shai, she quickly glances at him with a strict demeanor. - I'd suggest you save the flirting for when we get a drink after this mission, babe.

Gorthalon chuckles wholeheartedly, providing a stark contrast to the otherwise serious situation, with blaster bolts flying overhead and sizzling splashes of evaporating sewage erupting from the unrelenting blaster impacts. – Huh. Can't imagine what you'd dislike about this place. – Says Gorthalon, kneeling, looking at his right leg submerged in the filth of others, as a half-smile reveals his recognition of the irony in the situation. – Okay now let's kick this guy's ass.

Gorthalon, still ducking behind cover, with his left hand unclips the weapon on his back, and grips the handle just below the axe head; with his right hand he grabs onto the cover's edge for further stability. With eyes closed and breathing steadily, he waits patiently and listens for a cease in the enemy's fire. After the nimble Jedi ahead makes her move, he too shall charge at the enemy with all his might.​

 

[Ishida Ashina]

V'SHAR | COOL, THE SEWERS
LIGHT CAN DEVOUR THE DARKNESS
BUT DARKNESS CANNOT CONSUME THE LIGHT

Ishida’s trajectory was halted by the unforeseen grip of the long-armed assailant. Instantly, she felt her ribs contract, and she clenched her teeth to prevent any noise that admitted her pain. Only a ragged breath slipped through the rebreather over her face. In a desperate retaliation, she continued with her swing against his calf — despite being back a few inches that she hadn't accounted for, she felt the necessary connection against the hum of her plasma that accounted for something.

But the suddenness of his snatch jarred some of the security of her facemask, its tightness compromised and letting a splash of sewage water slip in through her pained expression. She gagged putrid sting that splashed against her teeth, losing another layer of clarity with the disoriented tightness around her waist and now the encompassing disgustingness on her taste buds and in her nostrils. She wanted to heave, vomit, and wretch, but alas.

Swiftly, the second part of the killer’s defense evidenced. Another arm came down, towards hers. Even in the poor lighting, the hum of his vibroblade triggered her weaponized senses, and the glinting edge of his knife reflected the glow of hers. At least her vision, other than the starting of her eyes watering, was uncompromised.

With her arms out of his grip, she lifted both in a double-handed hold to stop his attack. Veering from it was impossible, but she could at least prevent it from meeting its mark.

The exertion necessary to stop the slice was immense, and she tried to writhe from her position to little avail. Her arms trembled, throat tickled and begged for her to cough. But even the slightest movement from a wheeze would jeopardize her lock of blades with the mercenary.

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LIGHTBRINGERS: Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble | Thonn Rokkal | Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla | Vren Rook | Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble | Sasha Kryze | Tarre Priest | Gorthalon

UNHAND ME YOU BRUTE: Krek Libera