Dominion The Golden Touch | GA Dominion of Amar

[Spirit of Freedom]

THE GOLDEN TOUCH
GA DOMINION OF AMAR

As war ravages neutral worlds in the Mid Rim, star systems on the edge of Core space look to the Galactic Alliance for refuge from the Mandalorian Enclave's bloody crusade. Among these desperate worlds is Amar, an easily forgettable temperate planet in the lawless expanse known as the Slice. The people of Amar have a long history of treading the stars and assimilating into the settlements and cities of neighboring star systems. Despite this, the Amarans have much respect for their homeworld and are willing to do whatever they can to protect it from the wrath of the Enclave. They offer a unique contribution in return for the GA’s protection: A deep and powerful network of smugglers, informants, and spies.

OBJECTIVE I: The Midas Market - SIA​

The Amarans are an obscure people known more for the pop-up colonies they start on other planets than for the history of their own homeworld. But those in the business of smuggling know all about Amar's premier black market. Nestled in the forested highlands is the notorious Midas Market, a smuggler’s dream for illicit dealings for those connected enough to locate it. The Market's brokers relocate their business constantly, making its location at any given time unpredictable to avoid attention from the Slice’s numerous criminal syndicates. But with the Alliance moving in to offer stewardship, the Amaran brokers have elected to keep the Market static for any agents wishing to bolster their personal collections or establish networks.

Many of the goods for sale are legal pieces. Others, however, have more dubious origins. Buyers from all over the sector are making quiet trips to the Midas Market to purchase weapons, ship upgrades, blaster mods, and more while its location is still known. With the trenches of war spreading across dozens of worlds, the SIA will take all the help it can get.

OBJECTIVE II: Skies on Fire - Pilots​

Despite the efforts of the brokers, word of the Midas Market's temporary home has spread throughout the underworld networks of the Slice. A band of pirates, spicers, and gunrunners known as the Crimson Lancers have united behind a dangerous flagship to pillage the Midas Market. Already, squadrons of pirate starfighters have descended upon the Airon sector in search of the Market's signal. Luckily for the Amarans, a GADF defense fleet is already in orbit to support agents on the ground. The pilots and contractors above Amar must withstand the pirate onslaught until reinforcements arrive, defending their newfound allies with tooth and claw.

OBJECTIVE III: BYOO​

Amar is a natural beauty covered in rolling grasslands, beautiful mountains, and majestic seas. Small agrarian settlements dot the surface, leaving vast swaths of natural land in between to explore. Marketplaces and bazaars exist all over the rocky highlands, boasting a huge selection of supplies and bobbles. Some Amarans even take to the open savannahs, becoming beast charmers who herd the wild creatures of the plains. Pay a visit and seek your own way, wherever it leads you.

 

[Enki Rak]

Objective I | The Midas Market
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The Amaran shook his head. "For that price? You'll chew through my pockets."

"Buddy, do you know what this'll be worth once Amar's integrated? Disruptors are going to be the market. I've got enough to supply a system-wide war, right here. By next week they'll be more illegal than anything you could find here. And more valuable."

The mention of his stock's illegality seemed to spook the small vulpine. "Another time, captain."

The rejection almost made him want to lower his price. Almost.

He leaned back in his chair, scanning the other booths. Amar had yet to feel the heavy boot of Alliance law on its neck -- most of the regulars were still here. Now, though, they made their trades in more hushed tones. It seemed like the market was awash with strangers now. That meant feds.

"We're still loaded up, right?"

Sack was watching the scene from a little further back. The bodyguard grunted. "Ready to roll whenever."

To be fair, the wares he had on display were probably enough to put him away for life -- anti-material rifles that could pierce rancor hide, grenades filled with half a dozen extremely illegal neurotoxins, and handheld explosives graded for starships -- but it was the cargo on his ship that would outdo all of that. Still, he felt the market drying up.

Perhaps it was time to move on. The galaxy got smaller every day, it seemed.

 

[Vulpesen]

OBJ 3: Homecoming

Vulpesen rose up from the grave stone, his tail lashing out behind him as he gazed around. The Verres homestead, once home to a small house and a shop had become a massive estate, the sprawling woods behind it now owned by the heir of Zarro Verres CEO of Verres Trading Company of former senator of the Republic for Amar. But Zarro had no children. At least, none that were biological. "Don't worry old man, I'll see it cared for." Vulpesen rested his hand on the stone and turned to gaze out at the forest. Before Veradune, before the sith, before even the jedi, this had been his home. Here he had learned of the force. Here he had tamed his first beast. Here he had learned the wonder of the galaxy in the stars above. He lived in Veradune, but Amar would always be home.

There was a small "woof" by his ear and Vulpesen lifted a hand to pat Ace on the head. The small blue wolf had originally been a gift from Zarro, found on one of his many expeditions to find beasts to trade. instead, he had found a life long friend for himself, and a constant companion for the boy he had raised. "Credit should be around somewhere. Probably with Sera." He wiped away a tear and with a snap of his fingers, grew a bouquet of flowers at the base of the grave before he moved on.

 

[Phobos]

Amar
Tags: Open

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The cockpit of a downed starfighter opened, smoke erupting out of the center consol. It wasn't long before a rather lanky man emerged in haste, patting down his flaming pantleg as he scrambled to get some distance between himself and his starfighter. With some luck, the pilot did finally manage to get the fire on his jumpsuit fully snuffed out. A sigh escaped from his chest as he observed his suroundings.

Shot down? Embarrassing. Gareth had never been shot down in his over ten years as a pilot.

<Knight don Louise,> He finally managed to get out on his intercom. <Been shot down, in stable condition. I'll... rejoin the fleet later.>

He sighed, gathering up his ship's survival kit before setting off. There was no sense in lingering about. That would hardly be productive.

"Let's see," Loui muttered to himself. "Midas Market is..." he pulled out a cracked datapad, flipping through a topographical map of the planet. "27 clicks out..."

Gareth would stop in his tracks, coming to a flock of birds perched on a tree. There must have been hundreds of them. They all looked at the pilot, unblinking as they did so. There wasn't a twitch in any muscle, nor a flex of any talon. The only movement was of their feathers in the wind. The man frowned, tilting his head as he observed them.

"O...kay, then." he muttered. "You... guys waiting for me?"

The birds turned their heads to the right in unison, pointing at a three large spires of rocks in the distance. The sun was setting behind them, appearing to be sinking between two of them. A sigh escaped Gareth's chest as he realized the implication of this.

There was somebody waiting for him.

"Yeah, I get it," Gareth groaned. "Thanks..."

There was only one way to go now. He had an idea of who this was, and they didn't particularly enjoy waiting.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

SKIES ON FIRE​

Attire: x
Location: ANS Nighthawk Bridge
Objective: Protect the Night Market
Tags: Valery Noble | Open

The planet of Amar sat at the edge of Alliance territory, nestled in the Inner Rim of the Galaxy and positioned in a manner to potentially secure nearly a half-dozen more Systems in the region. With the Mandalorians having successfully Invaded the Galactic Alliance and shorn off a large portion of the Southern Systems, it seemed that the Alliance couldn't get a break when the Sith Order launched a strike against a handful of nearby systems that posed a threat to the stability of the Alliance. Though it was likely that certain elements did not desire to see Amar brought into the fold, the response had been deemed negligible at best, and after all, what was a handful of pirates and smugglers than a simple annoyance?

Amelia had taken the morning to prepare herself, not desiring to step into a proverbial hornet's nest, she still didn't feel that the response of the Alliance required a massive armada to bring to heel a few pirates. The formation she had chosen was a simple one, nothing too overt or gaudy; no, a simple patrol of smaller vessels to show that the Galactic Alliance was there to stay and still understood what proportional response meant. With a slight hissing noise, the blast doors to the bridge slipped open to reveal the woman, the armor a welcomed change of pace from the stuffy, albeit much more casual, business attire she had been wearing these past few months. The woman hadn't even taken more than three steps onto the bridge before a datapad found its way into the palm of her hand as she began to scan over the information concerning the current events that were unfolding.

A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she passed the datapad back to a Lieutenant who just as quickly disappeared to their station whilst she took her place towards the large viewscreen at the front of the bridge. Amelia silently pulled her helmet free with some ease before placing it down on a small railing, her attention looking towards the pirates and smugglers that had decided to make their displeasure with Amar joining the Alliance, known. It wasn't going to be an easy day, though all she needed to do was hold out until a larger force was able to arrive to properly secure the system, then it could be their problem.

Her attention shifted for a moment as she looked over her shoulder, seemingly having a sixth sense as to who belonged on the bridge and who did not. A soft smile slipped across her lips, tugging enough to reveal a hint of her fangs as she returned her golden-yellow hues forward and stared out across the vast inkiness of space.

"Master Jedi Noble, it's a pleasure that you were able to join us."

Spoiler: Fleet

• Caamas-class Escort Frigate - ANS Nighthawk
• Kota-class Corvette - ANS Morning Star
• Kota-class Corvette - ANS Arcturus
• (2) Aether GS-01 Gunships
• (2) RZ-5 A-wing Squadrons

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring
Ship: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber
Tag: Amelia von Sorenn

<Glad I could be here, Captain,> Valery replied over her comms once her X-wing had jumped into the system. She fell into formation with the Alliance Task Force and kept her scanners open, while her Jedi senses began to wander. The pirates were out there somewhere, hiding and likely formed up on their flagship. Valery had no details about it, and no idea how strong their presence here was.

But she doubted they'd be much of a challenge for Captain von Sorenn and her fleet.

<Did we get any readings on enemy positions, Captain?> Valery asked while she looked around. <It's awfully quiet.> She squinted out through the viewscreen and let out a soft sigh.

She didn't like it at all.

<I'll remain with your forces under your command until it's dealt with.> Amelia was in the better position to overlook the battlefield, so Valery had no trouble offering herself to be under the woman's command.

 

[Sanzjii Jennis]

THE GOLDEN TOUCH

Amelia von Sorenn Valery Noble
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Pirate Flagship: Ardent II Class Fast Frigate​

Pirate Escort: Foray Class II Blockade Runner [x2]​

Pirate Fighter Core: Pirate Snub Fighters​

As the Formidable Pirate Flagship of the Crimson Lancers emerged over the Planet of Amar, the vibrant swirls of hyperspace gradually faded away. Accompanied by its loyal Escorts, the Crimson Lancers embarked on a daring quest to seize the treasures of the Midas Market for their own.

However, their ambitious plans were soon thwarted when they discovered that the Galactic Alliance Defense Force had already dispatched a small task force to impede the Pirates' advance.

It was clear that this ragtag group of Pirates, Slicers, and Gunrunners stood no chance against the most skilled and formidable force in the entire galaxy.

Although they would persist as the Flagship came into full view of the scanners, none other than an Imperial Ardent II Class Fast Frigate. Heavily armed and adequately shielded despite being several years old since the fall of the New Imperial Order/Empire.

Painted on the side of the Fast Frigate was none other than a Croc Motif, the Insidious Symbol of the Bounty Hunter Karkosuchus.

Following behind this Formidable Vessel was two Foray Class II Blockade Runners to provide escorts for the flagship, although they were far more easy to overcome than a top of the line Imperial construction.

"Captain Croc to all decks, set those targeting computers and give me some firepower. We'll blow these Alliance Dogs right out of orbit." The voice of Karkosuchus rang clear over the intercom as each station reported in and double checked that all repairs had been completed on schedule.

Already the Small Raiding Force sent out Pirate Snub Fighters.

 

[Grisha Fletch]

OBJECTIVE III: BYOO
Hunters of the Plains
Tags: Kalon Sal

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He didn't know this one, but his intuition said the man was trouble. Grisha had heard whispers that this stranger was one of the many from the past who'd woken up to the present day. Some of them adjusted well, like Master Noble, but he'd heard it said that others could not cope with the radical departure from the world they once knew, and went truly mad. As the two Jedi stood at the crest of a hill amidst rolling glass, Grisha tried to guess if Kalon Sal would break. Or at least, if he would break today.

The wind blew in, his white and gold robes billowing with it, loose strands of brown hair fluttering across his face. Grisha felt the weight of his pike inert at his side, felt the living force in the world around him, and let it guide him.

"So, poachers. Not the flashiest of assignments, but I suppose the both of us need a warm up, eh?" The attempt at banter was likely going to fall flat, but such was the way of things. The sooner they found whoever was slaughtering the animals of nearby farmers and put a stop to it, he wouldn't have to keep trying so hard. He missed the silence of guard duty, Grisha was out of his element.

 

[Aris Noble]

Pirates were a problem.

Aris blitzed his way through the streets, ducking just as a blaster shot sailed overhead. The pirates were, as far as he knew, supposed to be off world. And yet, he found himself quite the group by accident. He was just going around to help the locals prepare just in case any of the pirates attacked fled to the surface, but he certainly hadn't expected them to already be here.

Then again, they were pirates, not a hostile army. It was something he'd have to keep in memory. He brought his lightsaber around, knocking away another shot as a pirate on the rooftops tried to shoot. He was fast, far faster than any of them, they certainly had the numbers. And a grudge against Jedi.

This was very much a problem.

 

[B/U-187 "Ayana"]

Objective I: The Midas Market
Tags: Enki Rak
Mission: Shop til you drop

Midas Market, one of innumerable smuggler's rows hidden throughout the galaxy. Black markets like this were particularly useful for people like Ayana. It was a way to get equipment that Imperial logistics couldn't supply. As much as it would infuriate her commanding officers, Ayana adored places like this. They had an air of danger about them, a thrill that came with the risk of discovery. One stall caught her attention for its selection of neurotoxin grenades. She took one of the particularly deadly spheres into her hand and commenced to fidget with it like it was a rubber ball, a sly smile painted across her ruby red lips.

"Pretty dangerous stuff you have on sale. Pretty and dangerous are two of my favorite things, so let's just see what you have," Yana said, placing her playing back on the table. "I'm looking for something quiet, discreet, and most of all deadly."

Dealing with smugglers was easy enough, a cordial attitude and a pouch full of credits did the trick well enough. What Ayana was really worried about was the potential for enemy agents to find her. She'd received word that the Galactic Alliance would have a presence on Amar. That could mean nothing, or it could mean a knife in the back if she wasn't careful. Better to just act like any other buyer. Best to keep close to the exit just to be safe.

 

[Lycus Merita]

The 283rd
Chapter One: Feet First

The VSF-55 Lupa came over the horizon, weaving between the towers in Midas Market, with shrieking engines. The fire of the pirates harmlessly plinked off its reinforced Quadranium hull. It hovered there for a moment as if amused, before letting loose its blaster cannons mounted on swivels. The exposed rooftops were raked ruthlessly, leaving the pirates one choice: jump onto the streets or be cut down like the animals they were.

The dropship came to rest on the rooftops, dropping its ramp to disgorge a platoon from the 283rd. These soldiers donned light armor and equipment but more than made up for it with their ferocity as they fanned out to secure the roof, firing at what Pirates were left.

"Come on! That's all you bastards got?" gleefully shouted an Air-Assault Trooper as she let rip with her GAAB-27 Claw Heavy Blaster. The bodies of Pirates jerked and twisted under her fire as if they were performing a group interpretive dance. "Get some! Get some!"

"Cease fire." shouted a man who came off the dropship. His epaulets declared his rank as Major, yet he wore the same uniform as his men. "They're retreating deeper into the city. It's just a waste of ammunition now. Don't embarrass me in front of the Jedi. It was pain enough for me to convince the Colonel to allow us to come here."

The man noticed Aris Noble on the streets below and leaped off the rooftop, landing on a cate on the ground. "Sorry, you had to see that mess kid. Me and my men are still finding our footing." he held out his hand, "Major Lycus Merita of the 283rd Air-Assault Pathfinder Battalion. We heard there was a pirate infestation here."

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris let out a breath of relief as he found himself no longer hounded by the pirates. He might've been able to take them down if there weren't so many, but he wasn't capable enough to handle that many shots being aimed his way. He leaned over, taking a couple gulps of air to help calm his body before he glanced up to the Major and stood to his full height.

Which was just two inches shy of the human. Humans really were awfully short, weren't they?

He took the hand and gave a brief smile. "They weren't supposed to be down here yet, but pirates aren't a military. Once the assault above begins, things will get more chaotic here for the locals. Do you think your people can help secure the town before then? I don't want these people to suffer any more from these pirates."

Lycus Merita

 

[Vera Noble]

Amar

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Tag: Korr Du Lac

This time, she wasn't jumping into pure chaos.

Her Mom was up in space, fighting off pirates, and even Aris was handling trouble with his blade. Vera, however, had chosen to head down to the surface and focus on the more cultural side of things. She was walking down the street of one of Amar's many settlements and spotted a Bazaar up ahead. If these people were to join the Alliance, she figured that learning more about them would be a good thing.

Perhaps give them a chance to learn about the Jedi, too.

Looking around, Vera realized she wasn't the only one with an idea like that. Another presence walked nearby, but it wasn't one she recognized. Her multi-colored eyes shifted around until she spotted Korr Du Lac not too far away. Definitely not a familiar face, but he looked and felt Jedi.

Maybe he was new? Or just someone she hadn't met yet?

 

[Korr Du Lac]

As he descended towards the Bazaar, his pace gradually slowed to a halt, allowing him a moment to bask in the liberating ambience that this place offered, a stark departure from the confinements of the dusty walls back at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The tranquil institute of peace sharply contrasted with the expansive plains of Korr's homeworld, a disconcerting disparity that had unsettled him even during his days as a Padawan.

The prospect of encountering numerous new faces and delving into their diverse experiences excited Korr. The opportunity to descend to the surface and engage in these excursions ignited the flame of curiosity and adventure within the young Jedi. However, the carefree moment was short-lived, as Korr suddenly realized he had come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the bustling street, inadvertently obstructing the path of other travellers. A quick survey of his surroundings revealed another individual whom he hoped he hadn't inconvenienced.

With a swift raise of his hand, Korr offered a small wave and voiced a simple apology.

"Apologies."

 

[Vera Noble]

Amar

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Tag: Korr Du Lac

"Daydreaming?" Vera asked with a little grin when she caught Korr snapping from his thoughts. She knew what it was like to be drawn into her own mind — the young Seer often experienced it going into her visions. But she wasn't so shy that she wouldn't tease him about it just a little.

He seemed friendly enough.

"I'm Padawan Vera Noble," she then added to introduce herself, before she dipped her upper body into a bow. Once she rose back up, she looked him over and offered a smile, "I don't think I've seen you before. Are you a new Jedi with the Order? Or aren't you a part of the New Jedi Order at all?" It was possible — some Jedi wandered alone or focused more on smaller enclaves scattered around the Galaxy.

A waste of talent, as far as Vera was concerned. The Sith and Mandalorians being aggressive meant Jedi should be working together.

She wasn't going to voice those thoughts, for now.

 

[Korr Du Lac]

Pausing to contemplate whether he was caught in a daydream, it appeared that, in its simplest form, such was the case.

"You could say that; places like this offer a brief respite from the turmoil and troubles of the galaxy."

Taken aback slightly by the bow, Korr awkwardly reciprocated, still navigating the intricacies of social norms and protocol.

"I am Knight Korr Du Lac."

Smoothing out the dusty robes he adorned, Korr returned the light smile, feeling a growing sense of ease.

"Ah, I recently joined the Order but have been confined to dusty old rooms for quite some time due to my lack of formal training."

A light chuckle broke free from his lips at his next words.

"Though I might be a knight , it's safe to say a Padawan such as yourself more then likely have more experience then me"

 

[Enki Rak]

B/U-187 "Ayana"
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A young woman approached his booth, walking with the carelessness of a dangerous person. That was his target market, of course -- but there was a difference between dangerous and monstrous. A low glow took his eyes as he sized up his latest customer.

After a moment, he uncrossed his arms, and with a flick of his wrist there was a blaster in his hand. "The TOTT-004 Veshet Repeater. Power cell powered, but works with plasma cartridges if you can find the right size. Average output, but the rate of fire and heat dissipation is unmatched. You can empty a full cell in five seconds -- that's 1200 RPM."

He flicked his wrist again, now showing his forearm where the weapon was stored. "This one's modded to look natural on a vac suit, but it's made for under the sleeve. See how thin? Reflec coated, universal jammer built in -- bypasses anything up to a military-grade scanning suite. Walking through a basic metal detector, handheld scanners, nothing'll touch you. Obviously don't get patted down, but- it's concealable, reliable, and shoots faster than a Jedi can run."

He leaned back in his chair.

"Not a wonder it's no longer in production. Very limited production run. I'm probably the only mover this side of the run who's selling." He flicked it back into his hand, then back into its holster.

"Ten thousand. Alliance standard. But I'll take any credits at exchange value."

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective Two: The Midas Market
Outfit

Damian often wondered about his life decisions whenever he stepped out of his Senatorial Offices back on Coruscant. For the most part it seems I can’t seemingly catch a break. His eyes darted around the empty office he was in, desks turned upside down and broken data-pads laid strewn across the floor. The young Du Couteau wondered if it was simply back luck or his own poor judgment that kept so many potential businessmen out of his reach. But at least it gets me out and away from all that data-slate work.

Well, this was supposed to be a broker I was told to talk with. Damian’s tongue clicked the top of his mouth as he kept up his frown and knelt down to grab one of the broken data-pads. It was clear that whoever came here to do this really wanted nothing left for anyone. With a small sigh he stood back up and walked back towards the exit. His chief of staff had already begun to get important trade routes mapped out and soon the Royal Miners Guild would receive notice of potential new contracts.

Transport missions and setting up Commercial outposts were quite small in comparison to larger industries that could find greater wealth in a single planet. But, we live in an age of open markets and vast networks of traders. Damian though really wished he could have established a friendly relationship with an information broker, sometimes business reports often overlook certain small things.

If you can’t extract a credit amount, it can often go under the radar of even the most diligent of Tax agents. Damian walked back out into the streets, his eyes met with his designated senate guard for a brief moment and with a nod the two of them began to make the long walk back to the star port.

“Tell the flight crew to be ready for us, no dinner. We’re heading back to Coruscant.” Damian explained to his guard who quickly relayed the orders. He lifted his right hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, he wanted to head straight to bed for the scant hours he could afford on his hype-journey back to the planet that never sleeps.

At least I bought a gift for my sister, can't say it was a complete waste of a day. Damian mused wearily and wondered how Ari would react to another cape to add to the closet.
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|| @Open ||​

 

[Vera Noble]

Amar

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Tag: Korr Du Lac

"How did you become a Knight without little experience?" It wasn't an attack, but simple curiosity. As far as Vera knew, Jedi had to go through trials, but only after gaining years of experience and mastering all sorts of skills. Did he come from a different Temple where things weren't handled the same way?

She wasn't sure, but she wanted to know.

"If you need help, you should talk to the Masters Noble." she paused and smiled. "My parents. They're on the Council, and they can help you." Maybe he already had things figured out, and was merely working on training and getting experience before going out on missions.

But it didn't hurt to bring up!

 

[Lycus Merita]

The 283rd
Chapter One: Feet First

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"Possible," Lycus nodded, "But not optimal. Securing every inch of this town would stretch my Battalion to the point where we couldn't defend anything effectively. Nope, we'll go on the offensive against these bastards and send them to the afterlife with our own hands. Eyes in the sky have identified that the group that attacked you has fled to a congregation of hab-blocks to the south."

Lycus pointed towards said hab-blocks. "There's a chance they'll be holding up in there until reinforcements arrive. There's a risk there are civilians still in there but that's a risk I'm going to take. If we don't crush these pirates now they'll no doubt use it as a jump-pad to attack the rest of the town and incur heavier collateral damage."

He turned back to Aris Noble , "Could use your help to keep the civilians inside the building safe while we assault it. Any special Jedi tricks up your sleeve that could be of use?"