[The Kathol Outback]: Dominion of Jelucan Hex

[Dax Perl]

Location: Shiva IV, the Plains
Objective: Stay low, move fast, shoot first, die last
Nearby: [member="John Shepherd"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Aerin Kath"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Yarva Adisu"]

Dax opened his mouth to reply but stopped short to listen to the crashing, lumbering sounds that were slowly approaching. "Its go time..." he said, shoulding the rifle, aiming down field towards the sounds.

A tense feeling rose in the air as the soldiers around him prepared for the slaughter that was about to ensue. Maybe some were writing final words to their families. Or maybe saying prayers. Maybe they were simply readying themselves. Whatever was being done, Dax hoped it'd keep them alive, long enough to see tomorrow.

(Sorry, mentions have been crapping out on me...)

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Enemies: Qektoth and FO agents, possibly [member="Narbo"]
Objective: #1 Infiltrate the ball
Post: #8

Joza’s question was largely meant in jest, but it was a chance to probe the young man for his reaction. Her own response was mildly apathetic, focused intently on Matt as he stumbled through his explanation. So he had killed someone? That was a bit of a surprise, given how young she assumed him to be. Then again, assumptions were what often got her into trouble. That, and a few other factors.

“I see.” Lowering the glass, she swirled it slightly and fixed Matt with an impassive stare. A few moments passed, as she seemed to observe his posture with a bit more intensity. “I apologize if I kicked up any unwanted feelings.” Placing an empathetic hand on his shoulder, she unleashed a torrent of feel-good pheromones into his system. Years of Force and precision training had served to amplify and refine her natural abilities.

As the Aqualish materialized out of nowhere and seized Matt into a one-armed hug, Joza’s upper lip curled in a sneer and she glanced around at either entrance. Had they done all this research fitting in for nothing? Before the wermo could potentially lure Matt in, Joza sighed and put on her plastic socialite façade.

“Tempting offer, but I hear that huffing paint is bad for fetal development.” Her smile was large, white and absolutely fake. Leaning forward slightly, she flicked her free hand away and towards the door. “Boska, kung. Find someone else to bother.”

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Objective: #1
Post: #8

He sighed soft as he raised his head towards Joza as she placed her hand on his shoulder and he felt a little better finally wiping the thought from his mind and looked at her again. He kept looking her over not that he hasn't noticed every inch of detail, he just enjoyed looking at her, she made him calm in his uneasy state of being in that he knew that he or someone else would be trying to kill the Commandant tonight and his nerves where on edge. But in his sea of chaos she was a island of tranquility. Before he could say anything [member="Narbo"] laid his grubby hands on his shoulder and offered him an item. Again, before he could say anything Joza got very.... hostile in the most polite and evil way he had ever seen, it scared him, and made him like her a little more. He shook his head, he did not like her he does not like anyone he is here on a mission. He cleared his thoughts and looked at Narbo squinting his eyes a little, he had seen this type before and he didn't want anything to do with them.

"Listen to the lady and clear out, we don't want any of your narcotic crap here. If you feel a little hurt their are plenty of places in the galaxy that would love your product, far, far away from here where you won't get hurt by a bunch of military cadets taht are more then capable of holding you down and killing you in more then one way. So clear it, bub."

 

[John Shepherd]

Location: Foxhole
Objective: #2
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Cody Bantam"] | [member="Yarva Adisu"] | [member="Tilzi"] | [member="Aerin Kath"]
Post: #9

Right before the walkers got on top of him and his troops all that could be seen from the foxholes was a scene that would go down in the history books of the outback. Each men that made it out of there would remember this sigh very well, the sight that gave them hope, and the sight that made them brave. Most of them couldn't believe their eyes, most couldn't comprehend the bravery that was shown, but that didn't matter, because this was something that made them fight, with fury and a passion they fought. To their bones every man would fight until they where no longer on this plane of existence but where held in the hands of another. Every man that died on that field knew what they had put on the line, and knew that they had lived their lives to fullest, and the that the cause they died for was a just cause. The sight that they saw, was, breathtaking.

Over all the noise and all the commotion the sound rang clear, the men sat up and adjusted their eyes to see their leader, Commander Shepherd, climbing out of his foxhole and looking the enemy straight in the face, his face covered in a scarf, his body covered in sand, but they knew who it was. The padding of his feet as he got out broke the noise of the machines in front of them, and all their eyes focused on their leader, and their friend. With a voice that pierced through the planes and through the storm that was brewing around them, through the he wore and the air around him his words rang true. His words rattled the enemy and strengthen the men behind him. The words he said was not hard to understand and was not hard to realize what it meant, but it broke into the minds of everyone who heard it, and gave them either hope, or despair.

"ATTACK! FOR YOUR FAMILY, FOR YOUR FRIENDS, AND FOR THE PEOPLE YOU SERVE, ATTACK! SHOW THEM NO MERCY, FOR THEY HAVE NOT SHOWN IT. FOR OUR HOME, AND FOR OUR PEOPLES, ATTACK!!!"

With those words the enemy line halt as he raised his blaster rifle and aimed at one of the ground troops and looked him in the eyes as his blaster bolt rang true and the man hit the ground, he turned to the right and fired more shots at the enemy as they began to take cover behind their walkers, he looked toward the men around him and saw their blasters ring out across the sandstorm making the sand turn into a rave with the different colors ringing back and forth between them. He felt as the blaster shots wizzed by him but he stood tall shooting at anything that moved in front of him.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Matthew Justice"], and [member="Kimiko"]
Objective: Uno.

He would watch the duo, staying relatively silent, only turning slightly as the man spoke about how hard it was to do that very thing; speak about the past. The question brought up many memories, all the men he killed, did any of them deserve it? Or was it his selfishness that cast so many their life? That hit home hard, but it shouldn't have, he wasn't one to care much, but something about actually thinking about what he's done...it didn't sit well with the big guy.

Setting down his glass, the flames in his eyes would flicker, faltering for a split second as his thoughts swirled in his head. All the people he's killed, most had families, now all wondering what happened to mommy or daddy, why the suddenly disappeared. It finally dawned on him, he was a killer, nothing else. Not a friend, a associate, nor a future husband/father. A killer, like the men who slaughtered his family, master and many friends.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Location: "105"
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Aerin Kath"] | [member="Tilzi"] | [member="Yarva Adisu"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="2-1B 35"]
Enemies: CALIAN CONFEDERACY forces
Objective: #2 - Save the smart mouthed droid

"You don't find a way to slow that fething frigate down you will laser brain you will be." Cody said in reply to the some what helpful droid.

"Helm, hard to starboard, full thrust. Lock those beams in tight and pull that crate as far away from the base as you can."

The crew responded and the "105" bucked and kicked and it wrestled the medical frigate's course away from the desert fortress. Slow, meter by meter the frigate began to turn away from the fort and toward the sandstorm that raged below. As it did circuits began to heat and overload. The smell of burn plastoid and metal began to fill the air.

"Engaging emergency measures." A metallic voice said through the ships comms.

As it did the ships engines slowed and the heavy tractor beams of the "105" went silent.

"What the feth just happened, I didn't tell you to stop!" Cody shouted.

"It wasn't us, the navigators protect the ship above all else. They reduced power and have locked out the controls." A random crewman responded.

Cody slammed his fist down as he watched the frigate begin to pull away from them. They had successfully diverted its' course but not saved it by any means.

"Droid, we shorted out and are powering down. We directed you into the open desert, scan for an area with deep sand flats and do what you can to set her down. All we can do, good luck."

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Shiva IV
Objective: Kick ass
Nearby: [member="John Shepherd"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Aerin Kath"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Yarva Adisu"]

The first blaster ray screamed throuh the air and struck the first soldier. Before the man had even struck the ground, Dax had opened fire upon the encroaching forces, the Shakebolt rifle's roar heralding the fall of several other soldiers. Blaster bolts whizzed past Dax's head. The Knight didn't flinch. He knew that none of those bolts would strike him.

The enemy soldiers rushed forward. One at 11 o' clock. Squeeze the trigger. The gun kicks. The soldier falls. Rinse, and repeat. A pile of bodies slowly grew before the Knight and the mercenary as the pair eliminated th advancing hostiles.

A spray of light careened towards Dax's head once again. He ducked this time, the red streaks of light kicking up dirt in front and behind him. Dax took a quick breath and popped up, pointed his rifle at the one who'd just shot at him, an squeezed the trigger.

This was going to become a long, drawn out battle.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"][member="Matthew Justice"][member="Joza Perl"][member="Bryce Bantam"] @3X774 [member="Kimiko"]

She'd well and truly lost sight of Tiberius now. If he was right and some foreign princess might be the target of a hit, this area could prove hazardous to Ajira's health and/or cover. She began a subtle Force process, concealed from others' senses, to detoxify her system of alcohol. Only two glasses, but still. The last thing she needed was to get tipsy and accidentally use the Force in a crisis, or experience a slip of the tongue. As she worked on the detox, she headed for the nearest balcony, ostensibly for some fresh air.

Outside, the academy air was bracing. She sucked in a lungful and felt her head clear. A glanced withered two canoodling cadets; they scrambled out from behind an ornamental shrub and dashed back into the ballroom. Alone now, Ajira rested her hands on the carved stone of the balcony.

If Naboo was going to pursue expansion of the royal academy program, in or near Theed, she was going to have to get used to social functions like this. Not her favorite part of being Ajira Cardei, that was for darn sure.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Jorus squinted across the ballroom as a statuesque, dark-skinned woman walked out onto a balcony. She'd looked a little like Alna used to look, at least when Alna cleaned up. More than that, though, she looked very familiar.

Cardei. Captain Ajira Cardei, Omega Defense Force, presumably retired. She'd commanded one of his escorts at Druckenwell. He'd been in charge of the largest ship in the 'verse, and she'd run that little frigate back and forth behind his shield cover to snipe Techno Union ships expertly. His pace quickened, but he paused. Before his transformation in Wild Space, she'd have recognized him; they'd served together, after all, shed blood together. Now, he was just another kid in just another local academy uniform. And he'd had The Talk with too many friends and relatives to want to go through 'yes, I'm actually Jorus Merrill' again.

Even so, though. Even so.

Glass of punch in hand, he ducked a couple of giggling, interlinked cadets on his way out to the balcony. Cardei glanced at him, then ignored him. She stood looking out over the city and the plain, hands resting on the stone railing. She looked older -- had it really been that many years since Druckenwell? What was she doing now, GADF? Or something on Naboo? He seemed to recall she'd been from a minor noble house there. Oh, right, Misrani had reported her presence at some negotiations there. Cardei had been representing Theed Hangar, which apparently was quite a decent shipwright these days.

He ignored her, or pretended to, and just stared out at the night from some distance away. He wondered if he felt nostalgia.

 

[Azimuth Industries]

"What? Hurt Narbo?"

He clutched at his chest, feigning offense. If he felt any real fear at the threat of being held down and literally beaten to death by a gang of near-humans, he didn't show it.

"Come on, just a taste. You've never traveled to worlds like you will with my product, eh chika."

[member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Hitting the dance floor hard!
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | Layla (NPC) | [member="Matt Justice "] | [member="3X744"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Qektoth and FO agents
Objective: #1 Infiltrate the ball
Gear: Executive Protection Armor Holo-link Defender Bracelet

Feth she was strong, Bryce knew he could channel the force to over power her if needed but the woman had a brute strength about her that was imposing. The whole situation was confusing, basically this woman was so overly affectionate toward him it was really messing with his head. Her Bio has said she was a controlled, cold and reserved woman, what the feth could now be driving her this exuberance of expression.

Still practically being dragged across the dance floor Bryce tired to look happy, like he was enjoying himself. All the while wondering how Joza did this on a regular basis. Probably had something to do with those pheromones ... Feth that was it, he had been close to Layla all night, she had rubbed off on him, literally. He soon realized the bad part of this was he was not producing any more so if he didn't think of something he would soon need to rely on his boyish charms to keep seducing her...

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kimiko"] |[member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Qektoth and FO agents, possibly [member="Narbo"]
Objective: #1 Infiltrate the ball
Post: #9

Joza’s gaze flickered over towards Nate as he became uncharacteristically silent, then back towards Narbo. A part of it was tempting to her—moreso to the party mad Zeltron she used to be. “Doubt it. My tolerance is pretty high.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she spied the form of Bryce being dragged across the dance floor by a tank of a woman, and it made her smile. Quite the charmer he was! Instinctively, she took stock of Layla and Ivan as well, ensuring that they were on task and staying out of trouble.

“Hey.” Sliding her body closer across the counter, she pinched Nate’s arm. “In the present, Mr. Phantoms. We’re at a party, remember?” She arched a brow, her words holding a bit more weight than that of the average socialite. They needed to be alert and aware given the situation. “I’d suggest keeping an eye on your girlfriend.” Her head jerked in the direction of Kimiko, currently in the company of Tiberius.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: the bar,
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Matthew Justice"], [member="Kimiko"] and good ol' [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Objective: Number one.


The conversation upon which Joza and the sleemo before him were having flew over his head, barely comprehending the words spoken. Luckily, she managed to bring him out of his slump, the pinch causing him to turn, fiery gaze meeting hers before turnung to the form of [member="Kimiko"], then to Tiberius, a grimace surfacing at her words. "Yes, probably a good idea. Stay out of trouble yourself Joza, I have no intention of carrying either of you out in body bag."

Moving away with a mock salute, he would weave in and out of the crowd, finding a secluded bench with a wide view of the dance floor, especially on Ki. He had even taken a drink from a waiter to avoid suspicion, sipping on it every 20 seconds or so. Waiting for the right moment, he would prepare him self, watching her intently, a telepathic message still on hold.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Location: Ballroom, escorting the man of the night, hopefully towards his death
Allies: [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] / [member="Joza Perl"] / [member="Bryce Bantam"] / [member="Jorus Merrill"] / [member="Matthew Justice"] / [member="Ajira Cardei"]
Enemies: Quekoth and FO agents
Objective #1, infiltrate the ball and assassinate Commandant Tiberius

It had been some time since Kimiko and Tiberius had their first drinks. He had been giving off an air of anxiousness after he returned, she was curious as to why, but paid little mind to it. He had also never let her, or his drink far from his vision as he continued to whisk her around, much to Ki's dismay.

Now they were on their fourth round, and the woman was being twirled on the dance floor, rather enjoying her time. The alcohol in her system was allowing her that much.

After a rather upbeat dance, with a bunch of spins, the Commandant refilled their glasses one more time, and lead her out of the main room towards the upper levels. Kimiko was a giggling mess the entire time, but she put plan F...or was it G?...into action. She took her last sip of her whiskey and cut a the small pouch open and emptied it into her own glass and swirled it around as they walked.

The alcohol was affecting her heavily, seemingly a lightweight, as she a constant giggling mess with red cheeks and slurred speech. Tiberius was hopeful this would give him an in with the exotic "princess".

Ki stopped for a moment against a wall that lead to one of the balconies, and eyed her glass with a coy smile,"T-Tiberius?"

"Yes darling?"

"I...I think I've had enough tonight, mind finishing this for me?" she asked as cutely as possible.

He fell for the trap, and moved before her, taking her glass and downing it's contents in one swig before throwing the glass aside.

59:59...59:58...59:57...tick, tock.

His next move surprised her even more as she immediately began counting down the clock, he trapped her in a rather aggressive embrace and pressed his lips onto her own.

The night had really begun to get interesting...

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Location: Surface (Fox-Hole)
Allies: [member="Cody Bantam"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/11613-cody-bantam/ | @Aerin Kath | [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | @Yarva Adisu
Enemies: CALIAN CONFEDERACY
Objective: #2 (Let's get fight'n)
Post: #7

The battle had begun. Blaster fire screamed throughout the sand dunes as men dropped, one by one. John gave another speech to rally the troops while Dax began popping shots off into the enemy, ducking just in time to avoid having his head taken off. Leo drew his Westar-34 from his trench coat and opened fire, he wasn't packing much power but his plan wasn't to stay in the fox-hole for long. He had to get behind those lines...

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Shiva IV
Objective: Bang bang, slash slash (Was that a scream? Oh well.)
Nearby: [member="John Shepherd"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Aerin Kath"], [member="Yarva Adisu"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Cody Bantam"]

Despite the troops that fell around the men defending their position, the walkers advanced. The troopers marched on, returning their own hellish fire. Soon enough the men would be over-run. The planet would be lost, their lives wasted. That could not be allowed to happen.

The Shacklebolt felt to the ground, into the dust, a clatter drowned out in the din of battle, quickly over taken by the deep rumble and a shrill screech of two sabers igniting, the two orange blade suddenly offering a screen of light deflecting blaster bolts in all direction, each blade occasionally taking a troop down.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: on the dance floor, definitely not dancing.
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kimiko"], [member="Bryce Bantam"].
Objective: kill Tiberius so he could stop smooching on his girl.

He had kept tabs on most people in the ball that he knew, but now, most of his attention was placed on [member="Kimiko"]. That little girl was drunk off her ass, and so was her escort, which did not sit well with him at all. He had gone through about two bottles worth of wine, and still not the slightest drunk.

Either it'll hit me in tommorow, or tonight when it's completely unnecessary.

Playing with legitimate fire, he stared into the flames within his palm, going into a meditative state, allowing him to watch many through the use of the Force, seeing thier prospective. If he really wanted to, he could summon a dart gun and silence the commander once he went to the restroom, making it look like he passed out from the astronomical amount of alcohol he consumed, face first in the toilet.

That was quite the image, but, it wasn't his place. He didn't even have a specific assignment, just stay alert and protect his allies.

Wish I could get drunk as hell...Maybe have some fun for a change.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

A slim comlink buzzed in the pocket of Jorus' uniform. He glanced at Cardei, who didn't appear to have noticed him. As the buzzing continued, Jorus left the balcony and went looking for privacy. He found it, eventually, on a different balcony, and redialed the comm number.

"Merrill."

"General, thought you might want to know. It's being done."

"Here? Now? I just saw the guy."

"It's being done, sir. No fuss."

"Is that a promise that there isn't any, or a warning that I shouldn't?"

"Sir?"

"This whole business is beneath us."

"If you say so, sir."

Jorus gathered his thoughts, but the line was dead. A hot ball of frustrated energy had gathered in his chest. He let out a slow breath and the tension began to fade. The cool air helped a little. It distracted him from the fact that, somewhere in this building, Commandant Jaemes Tiberius was about to die. His primary crime was that he didn't like the Underground, and opposed his cadets and graduates making those connections. His probable replacement was more favorable. It would all work out well, ideally, netting the Underground an awful lot of good solid young officers. That was why Jorus, as one of the Underground's generals at large, had acquiesced, even helped refine the operation.

But still.

"Ends and means," he muttered to himself, tucking the comlink back in his coat pocket. "Ends and gorram means."

 

[Thorald Magnusson]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
Objective: #1
Post: #9

Now he just ignored the Narbo, he didn't want any of it and he shook his head softly looking back at Joza as he stood there watching her as she talked to Nate. His mind flashed with images again, of his past life, the life he had and the life he could have in the future, this night definitely wasn't what he had thought it would be but he was having a good time, but definitely some, unnerving thoughts had come into his head and was ruining the mood he was having. Some days he wished that the drink had an effect on him, that it would make him forget all the pain and sorrow he had ever gone through, but he knew he had it lucky and, most of the time had the control of his body.

He focused back on Joza and decided to do something other then stand at the table and drink or "socialize". He put his arm in hers and slowly led her to the dance floor as a song came on. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of deciding to take this time to have a dance with a beautiful Zeltron like you, and relax a little at this party. Or do you want to stick to the bar and drink more water, it's completely up to you." He raised his brow in question giving a slight smile begging her her to not say no, he wanted to do something more enjoyable then standing and hatting about useless things.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: [member="Matthew Justice"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Qektoth and FO agents, possibly Narbo
Objective: #1 Infiltrate the ball
Post: #10

As the night progressed, Joza inwardly became a little antsier, though her socialite façade would have her appear content if a little giddy. She’d lost sight of Kimiko and Tiberius and though she trusted the girl, she didn’t exactly trust the Commandant. Given the delicate nature of their mission, she figured it would be best to have more eyes on Kimiko and her escort…as covertly as possible. Hopefully. If they had to pull out now, they would do so.

“Hm?” She gaze up at Matt, remaining silent for a few moments after his posed question before answering. It was a bit roundabout way of asking for dance, but it made her smile all the same. “That sounds lovely. Please excuse me for a moment, if you will. I’ll be right back.” Meandering her way over towards Nate, she placed a hand on his shoulder gently and leaned in a bit, the coy smile on her face making it appear as if she were trying to reel him in for a night of fun. Such was the way of the Zeltron, and with luck any of the partygoers who had noticed would shrug and write it off as her being a pink hussy, not an infiltrator helping to direct an assassination attempt. “Go and make sure Kimiko’s alright. Say you’re part of her security team or whatever, and see if you can get her away from the Commander. If she hasn’t made her move yet, we need to re-evaluate or get out of here. Now pretend to be turning down my alleged sexual advances.”

Once she’d moved away from Nate, Joza returned to Matt’s side. “Alright, but just a short dance. It’s a bit much being on my feet.” She giggled a little, lacing her arm around his own.