[The Kathol Outback]: Dominion of Kal'Shebbol

[Ria Misrani]

Theme: John Williams, Star Wars.
Performed by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra

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A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY...​

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STAR WARS: CHAOS​

'KEEPING UP WITH THE VILLIERS'​

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IT IS A TIME OF CIVIL UNREST FOR THE CITIZENS OF KAL'SHEBBOL LONG SINCE SUBJUGATED TO CORRUPT CRIMINAL ORGANIZATIONS, SLAVERS AND CORRUPT COMPANIES SUCH AS GENTECH. AFTER SECURING THE KATHOL OUTBACK, THE UNDERGROUND IS CALLED TO AID THE CITIZENS OF KAL'SHEBBOL IN THEIR FIGHT AGAINST GENTECH. THE ARRIVAL OF THE KATHOL OUTBACK'S SEARCH AND RESCUE ORGANIZATION PROMPTS GENTECH AND THEIR ALLIES TO RETALIATE.

DURING THE BATTLE THE UNDERGROUND'S RUNNERS HAVE MANAGED THEIR WAY INTO SARNE'S PALACE. AN IMPERIAL HOLDOVER FROM THE REBELLION ERA THAT NOW HOUSES GENTECH'S OFFICIALS. THE RUNNERS MEET WITH KAL'SHEBBOL'S RESISTANCE MOVEMENT AND LEND THEIR AID IN SECURING THE PALACE FROM INSIDE, WHILE THEIR GROUND CAMPAIGN SECURES THE COMPLEX ITSELF.

ABOVE SARNE'S PALACE, GENTECH MOUNTS A COUNTER-OFFENSIVE AGAINST THE OUTBACK'S SEARCH AND RESCUE OPERATIONS, HOWEVER; THE UNDERGROUND'S RAGTAG FLEET ARRIVES IN TIME DISTRACTING THE CORPORATION FROM RETAKING THE PALACE. THE UNDERGROUND'S FLEET WORKS TO HOLD THEIR OWN AGAINST A WELL DISCIPLINED AND UNIFORMED OPPONENT...

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Spoiler

• Objective 1: The Underground's Slicers have finally cracked into some of the information found at the Shindig. After analyzing it they pull together a job, get into Kal'Shebbol's castle and get out with creds, blasters and whatever else they can get their hands on. It's supposed to be a quick smash and grab, but as with the Shindig. Things go terribly wrong and now a group of Runners finds themselves stuck in various prison cells within the castle itself. While on the block, the Runners make friendly with the local Resistance. From there the Runners and Resistance fighters work from inside the castle to overthrow the Gentech puppets and install a new and more Underground friendly government.

• Objective 2: The Kathol Outback's recently established Search and Rescue group have been, 'called' to Kal'Shebbol to assist another group of Resistance fighters in bringing an illegal Gentech operation down. Acting upon this information the TKO's S&R mounts a ground campaign, where Resistance fighters bring the Search and Rescue teams to Sarne's Palace, an Imperial holdover that has been since occupied by various groups and corporations, including Gentech. The palace is surrounded by a death fence and protected by Atgar 1.4 FD P-Towers. The complex itself includes a mixture of administrative spires, military bunkers, a command center that maintains control of planetary defenses, research labs, detention cells, a gladiator arena and as the TKO discovers, a shadowport large enough to house a light cruiser.

• Objective 3: While the Runners and the TKO teams work the Castle / Palace, above the complex Gentech Industries refuses to go down without a proper fight - mounting an air offensive, in the hopes of diminishing the TKO's forces. In come the rebels and their rag-tag 'fleet,' if one could call it that. The skies above become filled with the sounds of battle, between the TKO led' Runner fleet and Kal'Shebbol's own resistance fighters mounting their own counter attacks. The results leave room for those wanting to flee the Castle / Palace an escape route out off planet, providing the TKO's ragamuffin fleet can hold up long enough.

• Objective 4: Given the state of unrest that Kal'Shebbol now finds itself in this now leaves ample opportunity for anyone to do anything. Either for the TKO and its Runners or for Gentech and their allies, either way - nothing good can come of it.

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Location: Detention Center, Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Tilzi"], [member="Nikola Ticon"], [member="Bexel"] ; Kal'Shebbol's Resistance Fighters
Enemies: Gentech // Prison Guards
Objective: #1 // Prison Break

Theme: John Williams, March of the Resistance​

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Alarms wailed throughout the detention center, Ria put her hands to her ears. "Karkin' fething abyss, the poodoo is goin' on?" She gripped looking out of her cell as guards rushed down the hall. Turning behind her she had at least two other people in the cell with her, "what's that alarm for?" She asked them, wondering what was happening. In the nearby cells somewhat adjacent to hers she could spot other members of the Underground, two of whom she recognized from her time at the Shindig. One of the two resistance fighters with her mentioned.

"Sounds like someone's attacking the palace." Gavid Tanil was this fighter, "and from the looks of it, something big's going down. We gotta get outta here."

Ria quirked a brow and looked toward Dev, who was across from her but to her left as it were. Whistling she called out to him. "Dev, any ideas about how to get out of here?"

Before Dev could give his opinion, Gavid walked up toward the bars that held some sort of shield barrier. "There's no use, the shields are in the way we can't break through the bars."

The blonde rolled her eyes and looked at Gavid, "why do you people always say these things, what kinda karkin' resistance movement are you? One sec." She whistled directly across from her cell, Ria had an idea. "Gigi, act three scene four." She yelled out and the busty redhead who sat in a cell sandwiched between Bev and Nikola, looked to Tilzi and gave the other person a wink.

Within a moment, Gigi was feigning some sort of sickness that no one should ever, ever buy into what so ever. It helped that Gigi purposefully cut her 'shirt' low enough to get the attention of two guards. Now, see there's a shield barrier that prevents the prisoners from getting out but there's not a barrier between the cells themselves. You see, Gentech needed the power diverted elsewhere so as these two guards walk into the cells - just know that they would not be walking out. With two guards down and one prison cell open, others within the cell block shouted to be let out of their cells as well.

Gigi looked to Tilzi and nodded. "Should probably get to the shield control panel for this block, I think it's up there." She gestured up the corridor toward the large console against the wall.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OBJECTIVE 3
AIR BATTLE

The attack craft D'Lessio, named for the notable shipwright to whom Jorus was married, was pretty big for a subcapital ship. Its wingspan could have held a couple of YT-series freighters. Even so, the bridge was small, more like a freighter's cockpit, and the commander also had the helm. In some ways, the D'Lessio handled like a bulky starfighter, a one-man operation with a support staff for things like power balance and shield integrity. When flying the D'Lessio in combat, Jorus and his bridge crew snapped brief questions and updates at each other, and the ship responded accordingly. Shields kept hovering around fifty percent as unavoidable fire battled recharge rates. They dropped lower, much lower, whenever Jorus fired the Qektoth-derived ion cannons that ignored shields utterly. Eye-searing bolts -- blue, with a yellow core -- crashed into GenTech enforcer ships and sent them spiralling to earth. These guns had gone to the Alliance, and had featured heavily in the Second Battle of Taloraan; the secret was out. The Underground had capital ship weapons that completely bypassed even the most modern shielding. So far, nobody had managed to one-up it, make some kind of shield permutation to stop them, but that would come. Either from the Qektoth, or from some disinterested third party half a galaxy away who just couldn't stand the thought of his technology facing something superior. In the meantime, though, there was no available counter to Jorus' cannons, and the GenTech ships reaped the consequences.

 

[Ula Kaddo]

Objective 1
Location: Cell Block 4, the other end.

At the other end of the hall from where [member="Ria Misrani"] and Gigi were causing a distraction, Ula was in a cell with a couple other guys being anything but defeated. Ula crouched in the corner of the cell by the door, a couple of improvised tools in her hands that she fashioned from a pin she wore on her jacket, a bracelet from one of her cellmates and a set of dogtags from the other one. The seam between the pieces of the facade around the door was thin but Ula was able to get something in enough to wedge the pieces apart and expose the edge of the shield barrier.

The energy field crackled and chirped every time she brushed her knuckles against the barrier, but she just shook her hands, picked up the tool and kept at it. She had been zapped by energy fields, capacitors and every manner of circuitry she could think of by this point. The street rat turned mechanic was resourceful and determined, with calloused hands and a penchant for getting zapped at least once by whatever she was working on.

When she tried to use the magnetic bracelet to foul up the field generator, it arched a nasty zap which left a black mark on her hand. She dropped the bracelet and tools, jumping back as she screeched in pain.

"FETH!"

She hadn't got herself that good in a long while. Dogtags looked at her incredulously.

"What? It worked on Hok."

She'd broken out of a shielded cell before but apparently the GenTech facilities were slightly better than the holding cell at an old Republic depot. She moved to the opening, trying to get a look down the hall where it sounded like someone had managed to get free of their cell. Ula caught a glimpse of hair and the high strains of a voice from where she could see.

"Oy, blondie, come let us out!"

Bracelet and Dogtags had joined her at the glimmering pane of energy, their voices added to the cacophony of others calling for freedom.

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: #2
Location: The Mirror’s Edge, T-Minus 3 Minutes to Landing Zone
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"] TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: Plenty

“So much for the stealthy portion of this mission,” Runi muttered softly as the cloaked Mirror’s Edge slipped through the crystal clear skies of Kal’Shabbol, a no doubt welcome reprieve for the locals from the heavy days of rain that had proceeded it. Less than an hour into the system and her comm relay was already buzzing with reports of conflict and violence breaking out across the planetary capital. It seemed that the distraction team, formed from local rebel cells and likely bolstered by more than a few on-the-day-malcontents, had tipped their hand a little too early. They were supposed to wait until the Edge had made planet fall before launching their attack on the palace; drawing attention (and hopefully troops) away from the service access tunnels and entrances through which the S&R planned to infiltrate.

“You still fine with us doing this, ‘lek?” It was rhetorical; they were too committed now. It was just something to preoccupy her with as she made the final landing checks, the ghost-like vessel practically dancing to every little gesture that it was almost too easy. She missed the Boracyk and its little eccentricities. As far as she knew, the Edge hadn’t tried to (accidentally) kill them once in the journey so far. It was almost positively saccharine. “Because it’s going to only get rough from here on in.”

Well, perhaps not here exactly. This little schutta of a ship didn’t even have the decency to death-rattle whilst cutting through the lower vestiges of atmosphere. Yet very soon things would likely turn to osik in a very real, very fast way. The Outback and the Rebels had a great deal of heart, but it would take a lot more than that to get them through this day. A lesson she had learnt the hard way on Mygeeto watching the Kindred get cut down in the factories. One she would rather not see play out again. Ahead the landing zone, more of a clear stretch created by the city's greenbelt than anything, loomed into view.

“Final call, cheekas. If you need to check your gear, adjust your gett'se or kiss your shebs goodbye, now is the time to do it.”

 

[Zing]

Objective 3
AIR BATTLE

Orion was putting the finishing touches on his starfighter when the attack began. He had painted it black several days before, and now had painted grey flames along the wings. As soon as he had finished the final wing, the ship rocked and he dropped his spray gun. "Well I hope it dries fast" Orion muttered as he walked around his ship. "At least it looks good." Orion opened the cockpit and jumped into his seat. As it closed, he leaned back and sighed. "It has been a while since I have participated in one of these."

Orion missed flying. He hadn't been in a dogfight in such a long time. He just hoped some of the enemy fighters could keep up with him. But he needed to stay focused. The Outback fleet was much more of a rag tag group of fighters and capital ships. Gentech had a uniform fleet and their fighters wouldn't be pushovers. All Orion had to do was make sure that fleet stayed distracted and was unable to retake the palace.

As he sat there thinking, the hangar door opened and he revved the engines. "Here we go" The black Jedi Starfighter took off into the sky, and was met by a massive cloud of laser fire and explosions.

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Objective 2
Location: The Mirror's Edge (I invited myself)
Allies: [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Noooooone - oy, except maybe Runi's fist

"You saying you need your shebs kissed?" The medic shot off a few seats down. A crooked-toothed grin was on his face. He planned this. He was definitely out of Runi punching-range.

Bollocks, he'd definitely need a translator droid around her, though.

Medbag was around his shoulder. He had a packet of herbs in his pockets. A blaster was strapped on his outer leg. If this ship ride didn't make him chunder prior to landing, he'd be alright. He furiously chewed the gingermint in his mouth.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: Gentech forces and mercenaries

Spoiler

NPC forces
101st TKO S&R “Volunteers” (Company sized peacekeeping force)
(6) BCU-JT1 "Jordan Tractor" retrofitted to be combat ambulance’s and shielded transports
*ACS-402 Vehicle Shield Generator
*ACS-406 Remote Operated Weapon System
*QQ-T-05 "Hushaby" Rotary Ion Cannon (retrofitted)

The six JT1’s rumbled over the broken terrain around Sarne’s place and they raced toward the battle ahead. This was the first major combat mission for S&R, and BB could feel the nerves among the brave men and women that had offered up their service. War was harsh and unnatural for most and BB was not exception to this. In his heart he was a healer, a helper. But today he wore another mantle, that of leader.

His job was one that conflicted with his very nature but those free citizens that were pinned down near the gates of Sarne’s Place needed help and his force had been diverted from their primary mission to render aid and ride into the very teeth of the enemies defenses.

Taking the last few moments of peace to meditate BB reflected and his thoughts wandered to a young woman that had recently come into his life. He had met her on this very planet some weeks ago while he scouted the main capital. There was a connection between the two of them, in fact he was amazed how strong it was as her presence was still strong in his mind, like she was close by. He remembered how she had come by to see him off, how she wanted to join them in this fight. But Bryce had pushed her way, Kimiko's intentions were good but she didn’t have the slightest training in the arts of war. Taking her on this mission would have been impractical and so it was good she was somewhat safe aboard the transport ship above.

With a smile on his face from the though of her he open his eyes and saw the complex rising into view from his seat within the vehicle's front cab. Taking up the mic he took a deep breath before depressing the switch and sending out his final message to the 101st.

“Today we begin our legacy. Today we make our name… We ride not as conquerors but as liberators. Take heart and know your path is true. Take pride and know your fight is just. For the force is with us, it comes to those who answer it’s call. and those that defend ones who can’t. Today we answer in one voice that tyranny will not reign. Today we declare the will of the people will be heard, and today we will make them remember the name of the Volunteers!”

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(1)
Objective One: Prison Break


The location? Your typical interrogation cell that looked like it had been ripped straight out of a holovid. Small room, dark except for a brightly glowing lamp that was shining directly into the captive's eyes to abuse their eyes, a captive tied to a chair with a strong ropes, nearby table with various implements of torture. There was dried blood on the floor. How quaint.


The captive gasped for breath and when electrical shocks coursed through, causing a shocking pain in her neck when the torturer activated her taser. "That's just a little foretaste. I've got so much more planned," the fascist goon said smugly. Just a punch the clock villain who enjoyed their job way too much. The rush of power, the feeling of holding another's life in one's grasp...despite only being a cog in a machinery of oppression.


The taser's power level was dialled up, then her bruised arm got another shock. The captive's heartbeat was racing, her body was covered in sweat. She cried out as pain shot through her...but did not seem that bothered. "Confess!"


In response, the captive spat at her. The torturer's counter was swift in coming, for she rammed her fist into the prisoner's face. There was enough force behind the blow to make the captive's chair topple over. The goon grabbed her prisoner and pulled her up, punching her again. This produced a broken nose. Ouch. "Start talking! Where are the rebels hidden, where did these infiltrators come from! Or we will torture your friends to death right before your eyes...and kill you."


Bruised, blood-smeared lips curled into a...very disturbing smile. "Y'know, there's this problem...you have nothing to threaten me with. Loved ones? Haven't got any. Death? I've been to hell. Didn't mind it much. Felt like home. Pain? I just swim in it. It feels good. Nothing to do with all your strength." she hissed through gritted strength. What the interrogator did not see was that she was concentrating intently on raising a knife lying on the table. It took a lot of concentration for her, but it rose into the air.


"I'll teach you manners, girl!" The torturer turned around to get a different toy, then an expression of shock crossed her features when she saw the knife racing towards her, as if being tossed by an invisible hand. There was a reason she'd kept her abilities concealed.


"Except die." The blade was rammed into the torturer's chest and driven right through. She fell to the ground and Naamah was just about able to move her foot to scoop up the keys lying on the goon's belt. The goon was not dead yet, but blood loss was an unpleasant thing.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlPEg9LCKgo​

864 Years Earlier...

Five at five.

A five kilometer formation run at zero-five-hundred. Reveille a half-hour before that. And there was nothing so beautiful as the sound of hundreds of boots pounding against the ground in unison. Every face was his own. Every movement precise. A sea of blue, often termed the Blue Brigade, for the color of their tunics and the darker tone of their sleeves. As the clone younglings were marching out, the Clone Youth Brigades -- red tunics with blue sleeves -- were marching to breakfast. And the venerable elders among them, the Clone Cadets, in their red-on-crimson tunics, were headed from breakfast to the simulators. Everything happened the same, day after day.

The same face. The same unit. The same schedule.

They didn't have names. The only identity that mattered to them was the unit. Charlie Company, First Division. Bravo Company, Ain't no Clone Trooper like an Airborne Trooper! HOOAH!

He didn't learn to read fairy tales, he learned to read field manuals. He didn't play sports, he qualified on the range. He didn't go to karate, he went to Army Combatives Training. There was simulator training twice a day. He didn't earn merit badges, but he learned land navigation, blaster handling, and first aid.

He was nobody, but he was also the finest fighting force the galaxy had ever known.

He was in the Clone Army.

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Present Day...
Post 1 of 20
Objective 2/4: Be All That You Can Be
Location: Sorbiss Valley (Secret Hangar)

The Mark I bulk transport was an ungainly vehicle.

This particular Mark I, the Calamari Embrace, had been scheduled to undergo maintenance at the Kal'Shebbol repair yard more than a month ago. The flight plans had been filed, approved, and the airspace over the Kal'Shebbol starport resourced accordingly two weeks before. So even as alarm bells were ringing at the appearance of the Underground, no one was batting an eye when the old junker drifted through on an auto-piloted course toward the starship graveyard.

Part of the air space over the Sorbiss Valley was a no-flight zone. Ostensibly for aerospace security and traffic management, but the Underground had gotten whispers of there being something out there that GenTech didn't want anybody to see. The going suspicion was that it was some kind of experimental starship. One that wasn't yet operationally capable. With the Underground committing itself to action over Kal'Shebbol, it was all hands on deck.

Even still, they'd looked to see if they had anyone with military training that might be available for an unsanctioned mission deep into enemy lines. To their surprise, there was someone among them with extensive military training and the skills necessary to pull this operation off.

They just imagined he'd be taller.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective: #2 (secretly)

Her own fear had caused Kimiko to not pay any attention to the familiar voice's rally speech. It do a number for several of those around as they cheered in response, slapped gloved palms together, and readied their weapons for the fight.

Why was she here?

~Flashback~

The transports were loading all the volunteers that were headed to the different operations on the planet. Kimiko rushed along with the masses, passing all to familiar faces, friends she had made in her time amongst those of the Outback. Bidding short, but as sweet as she could make them, farewells, her green eyes looked out for one in particular. She spotted a head of recognizable red hair and pushed through to it, finding none other than Bryce beneath it.

Her arms quickly flung themselves around him, her flight suit sleeves riding up her arms slightly. Kimiko nearly began bawling onto him as words flowed from her mouth,"Master! Please be careful! And please...", dramatically pausing as she looked up at him,"...come back."

She picked her words carefully, not saying to much with worry it would get her in trouble...

~End~

A soft slap on her shoulder shook Kimiko from her thoughts and her goggled face looked to where it came from. The trooper beside her offered a confidant grin and a thumbs up which she attempted to return in earnest. Her gaze quickly adverted to her weapon, which she (at least attempted to) figure out how to operate and after a few minutes, a near negligent discharge, and some words of advice from her friendly neighbor, learned everything she needed to "point-and-shoot" as he put it.

Her racing mind kept her occupied for the most part. She couldn't have let herself stay behind and be useless. Not while her friends, the volunteers, all the beings from across the Underground were willing to sacrifice themselves for this cause. Not while he was out here.

The ride suddenly ceased and through the headset donned over her ears, the faint explosions and rapid fire could be heard. The collective heads turned towards the loading ramp. Kimiko took one deep breath before picking her rifle up. Steeling herself for the battle to come.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Matthew Robinson"]

 

[The Great Narrator]

Objective: #2
Location: Gate's of Sarne's Palace
Allies: Gentech and the Slasha Hoard
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc

The hoard was filled with pleasure over the feast they enjoyed. War was upon them and the blood of the foolish rebels that attacked them now covered the field of battle. He could feel the emotion flowing from his brothers due to their cybernetic links and it filled him with pride as he watched them ruthlessly fell all those that stood against them. This would surely earn them favor with their employers and the drug of war would be heaped upon them. The songs that would be sung tonight. The songs of glory and death. They would sing them loud enough so even their kin floating in space would be able to hear them.

Loud explosions interrupted his gloating as another 1.4 FD P-Tower was destroyed. Looking up he cursed the X-wing fighters that sped overhead. Where was their air cover? Were his employer's such fools and so warp bent on defending space that they failed to realize the damage the enemies fighters were doing to the defenses on the ground? Had it not been for the rebels air support, they would have crushed them easily by now. Instead, the fighting had evolved into trench war, one where the fighting was bogged down and his warriors slowed by covering fire. Still, the hunting was good and may of the hoard had feasted on their enemy. Planes and ships can not hold ground, but his warrior's can and soon enough they will dispell this filth before them.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

864 Years Earlier...

He was supposed to have been gone less than a month. The equivalent to Clone Summer Camp.

"3Y427, 3V229, 3V589, 3X744."

As he read off their numbers, the four boys each snapped to attention. Head high. Shoulders back. Chest out. CC-1A354 was one of the original clones. He'd gone to Geonosis and served with General Fisto on the front lines of the Clone Wars. Now, he was one of the instructors in charge of preparing the next generation of Clone Trooper. "You're here because you have each performed in the top of your divisions," the venerable veteran of foreign wars stated, reading off their respective place in the current Blue Brigade. "Headquarters Company, Bravo Company, Charlie Company... Delta Squad."

As he uttered the last, the boy at the said reared back and belted out, "AIR ASSAULT, SIR!!"

"HOOAH!"

The drill deck reverberated with the force of the younglings bellowing, each snapping back perfectly at attention in unison with the others. When the last echoes of their shouting had faded, CC-1A354 continued. "You have been selected for a training deployment."

The word deployment immediately resonated with each of the four in the line. Deploy? As in, away from Kamino? It was known to happen. Clone Youth Brigades traveled in small groups on training and familiarization missions with the Republic Navy. But, even then, it was rare. Especially for younglings.

"You will look, listen, and learn. Observe how our army operates in the field," the man said brusquely. Pacing in front of the four boys, the man explained, "You will then bring your observations back with you to your units, improving their capability and your leadership." Pausing at the end of the line, the man executed a sharp about face to face the four again, before barking, "Is that clear?"

"SIR, YES, SIR!"

"You'll be traveling with the Star Destroyer Sentinel..."

A star destroyer. With the fleet! Anxious, happy nerves tugged at the discipline which kept him rooted in place, even as he pleaded silently, Please be the 501st. Please be the 501st...

"...and the 432nd Legion."

The 432nd!? But that was the Corellian Defense Force. It was a Mid-Rim Reserve. They hadn't even seen any of the major fighting! A twinge of displeasure ran through him like a shiver, a reaction which seemed to be shared by the three brothers standing in line with him.

The sound of foot steps approaching. With the boys facing forward, at attention, none could see who was approaching. But they could see the immediate reaction by CC-1A354. The man snapped to attention, rendering a sharp salute as he said, "General Xantha, these are your cadets."

...wait, wut?

General... as in... Jedi General!? THIS WAS ASTRAL!

3X744, along with his three twins, were straining their eyes and peripheral vision for a glimpse of the neigh mythological Jedi.

Then, there he was.

And he was a youngling. Barely any bigger than they were. His form and frame swallowed up by a robe that was a brilliant green color.

Breaking attention, 3X744's head tilted to the side as his face contorted into a look of confusion. He hadn't known what to expect with a Jedi, but it most certainly wasn't this.

No, seriously... was this some kind of fething joke?

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Present Day...
Post 2 of 20
Objective 2/4: Be All That You Can Be
Location: Sorbiss Valley (Secret Hangar)

The Calamari Embrace was skirting the edge of the No-Fly Zone.

The L-Z was ten kilometers from the location of the secret facility. For an ordinary youngling Three's age, that was an insane physical demand. Maybe impossible.

But Three wasn't an ordinary youngling. Even still, this mission was unsanctioned. Officially, the Underground had tabled it the moment they'd identified Three as the only one available to undertake the effort. They didn't see him as a soldier, they saw him as a child. He wasn't even supposed to be here. They hadn't even wanted him on the Alderaan Queen. He was supposed to be in day care back on Rebellion Actual.

But that wasn't who... that wasn't what he was.

He had a blaster carbine strapped to his back, and a DC-17 hand blaster strapped to his chest. Flexing his knees, the youngling let go the strut he'd been holding on to and jumped. A feeling of sudden weightlessness and a sense of vertigo hit him as the all-too-familiar sensation of free fall took hold. As the Calamari Embrace ventured slowly onward through the air, the boy was falling like Icarus out of the sky. But he wasn't frightened. This was what he'd been cloned for.

It was going to be a High Altitude, Low Opening jump to get under any air search sensors that may be covering the area. As he oriented himself in the air, the youngling marveled at the feel of the wind and air rushing over his body.

He'd done this dozens of times.

Never in real life, but dozens of times.

Man... the simulators never felt like this, though!

 

[Tyr'Vult]

Objective: 4- Obtain food for rebels and TKO members
Location: Rolling plains
Allies: TKO, Rebels, and Ranchers
Post: 1/20

Things were not going well on Kal'Shebbol at all. Rebellion, puppet government, an evil corporation seeking to gain even more power and control over a key trade planet. Things were violent enough as it was for the poor people on the planet even with the assistance of the Kathol Outback, but things were at a boiling point due to a severe shortage of food. Gentech was doing a salted earth strategy with the local farms by torching all of the crops and slaughtering the herds of the local ranchers. They were even blockading as much of the importing of food stuff as possible as well to try to starve out the rebels. The situation was very bad and would start to become deadly soon as the rebels stash of supplies was quickly dwindling to nothing. Starvation and famine was setting in........but that was where Tyr and Lyk came into the picture.

Tyr had come with the Kathol Outback to the planet, but he did not like to play at war the way these star children did. What he did like doing was seeing to it that younglings did not go hungry because of the bickering of their elders. So he was out on the rolling plains of the planet to hunt down chollas and bantha. There was a hidden rebel encampment not far away that was out here to try to find whatever food they could to feed their brothers in arms. Hunting happened to be Tyr's way of life along with crafting, so this suited him perfectly. It also helped he had Lyk with him and bantha were a familiar prey for them on their homeworld. The large vult could track the known scent and the large beasts would provide much meat for the racks.

Tyr was wearing his Hunter's Hide with his carbine holstered on his back. He had to pray before the hunt, even though he knew the gods would bless it because of the suffering it would relieve. He sat cross legged with his helmet next to him on his right. His arms rested on his knees with his palms facing the sky. His head bowed, eyes closed, he prayed out loud, " Weave un vest. Tirn un vest. Ryl un vest. Tilla un vest. Rayn un vest." Once he finished his prayers, he opened up his eyes and grabbed his helmet. He secured it on his head as he stood up. He drew his carbine from his back and looked to his companion Lyk. He said to the large vult, " Let us hunt and provide for the hungry brother. The gods surely will guide our steps." He then let out a howl that Lyk matched. The two were ready to do what they were born to do, hunt to provide for the pack.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective 3: Air Battle
[member="Orion Trex"]
2/20

The D'Lessio could turn on a dime, handle like a far smaller ship -- but it still constituted a big fething target, especially in an atmospheric fight. Its shields kept dropping, not rapidly but consistently, and there was no real solution except to kill more things more quickly. Jorus steered the sixty-metre cutter on a frenetic course, ions and short-range plasma cannons tearing into GenTech fighters. Swamping them, really: capital-scale beams were about the same size in cross-section as a narrow fighter's main fuselage. The plasma cannons expended all their energy on the first thing they hit, too, so clouds of plasma blossomed around the near sides of various small craft and melted them away.

He switched exclusively to the plasma cannons now, unable to afford the temporary shield drop of the special ion cannons' intense power drain. That reduced his effective range by a ton, but this was a knife fight, so that worked out.

Instinct brought him around just as a comm ping indicated another Underground fighter had gotten off the tarmac. A flight of GenTech interceptors closed in on the rising ship, a black-painted old Jedi fighter. Their hulls melted away under Jorus' guns.

"Shields down to twenty percent, General," said the Arcona behind him. Feth.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Orion Trex"]
1/20

Elaine's troops began furiously setting up AA defences, there job was to guard the runways the Outback was using. She did have an air force, but she did troops. They set up guard positions, and spotter positions so they knew who coming towards them. If it was not one of the outback aircraft, she had given standing orders to destroy it on site. The fuel and armament dumps here meant she could not afford the risk, of the wrong side getting through her defenses. As it would not just wipe out the base, it possibly kill her and half her troops.

All around the base she had SAM batteries set up, internally she had some stingers to take out any ships that come into orbit. She did not like this, defense was not her strong point attack was her strong point. She had learned that well, though for now she waited for incoming messages.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Mirror's Edge
Allies: [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Matthew Robinson"], [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Soon™
Objective: 2
Post count: [1/25]
Gear:

Spoiler

-Czerka Machine Gun
Two thermal detonators
-Two flashbangs
-Beskar'gam
-One MT-14
-All miscellaneous items in Bio

"You bet your shebs I'm ready," the youngster said in response to Runi, giving them a final warning before with such an attitude. An attitude that he liked in girls and attracted him. He enjoyed chasing girls like Runi which had a fiery attitude, was tough and like tomboy, and just didn't have a single fething lake about almost anything m. Maybe he could get Runi's number after this, or he'd have to try a bit harder to get those digits. Maybe if he was lucky, he could score a hit on the Salvager right after this whole thing was over.

For now, he would enjoy the smooth sailing through the atmosphere of the Kal'Shebbol and not worry about enemy fighters, interceptors, or anti-aircraft machinery trying to blast them sky high since the Edge was in incognito mode due to the stealth features that it had.

Nothing much he could do until Runi landed the stealth ship to its designation area, and once they landed it was going to be rough and hectic, just like Runi told them. And there would be no turning back from the youngster whatsoever.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] | Gentech forces and "The hoard"

Spoiler

NPC forces
101st TKO S&R “Volunteers” (Company sized peacekeeping force)
(6) BCU-JT1 "Jordan Tractor" retrofitted to be combat ambulance’s and shielded transports
*ACS-402 Vehicle Shield Generator
*ACS-406 Remote Operated Weapon System
*QQ-T-05 "Hushaby" Rotary Ion Cannon (retrofitted)

Two of the JT-1's peeled off to guard the flanks and act in their primary role as battle field ambulances while the remaining four, which included the command vehicle roared into the complex toward the gate. As they approached the sixteen wheeled tractors open fire with their rotary ion cannons, lasing into the freakish genetically altered warriors. The cannons meant for combat on star fighters dropped all those they hit as the shock of the blasts wither overwhelmed their nervous systems or shorted out their many cybernetic implants. Pushing past the rebal forces the formed a perimeter and dropped their hatches allowing the troops of the 101st to deploy and join the frey.

BB was one of the first to deploy and with Shoto saber and stunner in hand he lead the charge straight into the warrior constructs. Saber and blaster met chain axe and slug thrower as the two sides violent clashed in a mighty wave. For a time the hoard forces were able to hold their ground but soon the superior numbers of the 101st began to push them back into the compound.

The first phase of the mission was complete. BB and his volunteers dug in to hold position while the wounded were taken to the rear or treatment. The 101st had held together and seem to rally around the ginger general, but was battle was far from over.

"Bantam to HQ, we have engaged the enemy."

 

[punchsmith]

Location: Detention Center, Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: Tilzi, Nikola Ticon, Bexel ; Kal'Shebbol's Resistance Fighters
Enemies: Gentech // Prison Guards
Objective: #1 // Prison Break


The color of Dev's cell doorway was red. This was meant to denote threat level. He was in there with two other lifeforms:

• Shruv Maledo, a retired Rodian prizefighter-cum-merchant. Transplanted to this planet after her career ended, Shruv found her fortune by leaning into the speciel stereotypes of Rodians. She was a shrewd businesswoman. She was also supplying Gentech weapons and supplies at a significantly discounted price to the right bidder. When the local police came for her, she was eventually subdued by the second round of backup.
• Mor'te Cervrun, Twi'leki community leader. His sector taken from him overnight, Gentech's troopers came for him at a charity dinner. As community leader of his sector, he was the honoree. They did not even let his children finish their speeches before the detachment of Gentech troops stormed the ballroom, detaining and swinging rifle butts like real heroes. Mor'te took one with him, left another in a coma.
• Dev Bexel: Kathol Outback member & sort of the muscle? On his way into the cell, somewhere between the failed mission at Sarne's Palace and his group's incarceration, Dev managed to dislodge one man's jaw and remove the eye ever so slightly from another man.

The hope was that these people would murder each other before their public execution. Gentech did not think much of the Resistance - after all, if they did not fall in line, what hope did they have elsewhere? No, to Gentech they were impure savages and what did savages know but violence?

What they did not count on was the three's collective love of classical Jizz music. The three hot-blooded sentients cooled their rage by spinning yarns of trivia and stories. They made a promise to find the safety deposit box that Dev's ancestor has (reportedly) stored the original master of Figrin D'An & The Modal Node's first and best album after this. All that mattered now was helping the Resistance and getting out of here.

Ria whistled to Dev and his heart jumped. Was this the moment he was to be made useful? Before he could even get a word in, her cellmate piped in. Dev could barely stifle an eye roll.

"Whiners, these kids are," he muttered to his cell mates, who chuckled. "What say we three show them exactly how to rebel?"

Mor'te and Shruv nodded, and the three of them watched with rapt glee as Gigi took out the two guards. The trio jumped to their feet. They were collectively impressed by this display, moreso that it worked. Was this the best they had to offer?

"Armory's on the floor above us, Ria. Saw it on the way from interrogation, pretended my guy knocked me out."

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(2)
Location: Detention Centre
Objective: Prison break


The key unlocked her bonds, a stab through a neck joint put the guard out of her misery. Freedom! Klaxxons blared loudly, she could hear shouting and the sound of boots thumping on the floor coming from outside. It seemed unrest had broken out in the cell block. The praetorians of the local corporate fascist regime were mobilising. She quickly liberated a blaster pistol and the vibroknife from the now dead guard. The noise was getting louder, so she had to act fast. Fortunately the guard's uniform seemed to fit her well enough.


"See you in hell. It's not that bad. Lot of whiny ghosts," she muttered to herself, then she closed her eyes and concentrated intently. Chaos had taken a lot from her. The woman had never been a Master of the Force, but now her power was a sliver of its former self. Basic telekinesis, obscuring her Force Signature, gun-fu....and that was largely it.


But hell could not take away a gift that was inherent to her species and was not caused by the Force. And so it came to pass that suddenly Naamah changed, morphing into a replica of her dead tormentor. It took time and she grimaced in pain due to the strain it caused. She grit her teeth when she felt the stab of pain. Her bruise-covered, but still soft human skin shifted and turned gnarled and coarse. Wrinkles spread across her face, her lips seemed to vanish. Instead of a mane of dark hair, only a topknot sprouting from her head remained.


She took a deep breath and raised a leathery, tanned hand to touch her cheek. The transformation could obviously not remove her bruises or make her nose look better. The mimicry was not perfect, but a guard should know the difference unless he was up close. She dumped the guard's body in a footlocker after confiscating her helmet and closed the door behind her, heading out quickly. Outside, violence awaited. The armoury should not be far away.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Detention Center, Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Ula Kaddo"], [member="Bexel"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Nikola Ticon"], [member="Naamah Aesham"] ; Kal'Shebbol's Resistance Fighters
Enemies: Gentech // Prison Guards
Objective: #1 // Prison Break
Post: 1/??

Gigi led the way, she hadn't been keeping track of the woman who was supposedly behind her. "Kark!" She shouted, she knew nothing about slicing into computers or consoles. "This is your kinda gig, Ria!" She turned and then suddenly right behind her was Ria who had slipped away with a few stun batons, handing one to Gigi and the other to Tilzi. The blonde Nar Shaddan native heard someone whistle for Blondie. Turning she eyed the brunette and kept her lips thin and then looked back to the console. "Gigi, Tilzi hold those doors."

Licking her lips she threw her hands into her hair sweeping loose strands of blonde out of her face. "Right. Routine commands, and let's flip through this." Her finger flew across the console looking through various camera feeds. "Right guard barracks, yeah let's gas that, and yes turn defense turrets against the Gentech goons, and who the what now." Ria's eyes caught one of the cameras feeds, another girl, being tortured. "Well, that's just not gonna fly with me."

Looking around the cabinet by the console she found a few data spikes. "Everyone, I need you to stand back from your cells right now." She shouted down the hall, as Gigi and Tilzi kept the doors on hold. Taking a deep breath she shook off the nerves and plunged the spikes in so she could get further into the network. "Yes release clamps on the prisoner, and yes turn torture droid on the torturer and hopefully that girl can find her way to a rifle or two."

Then she shoved a second data spike and went to the detention center controls. Throughout the entire detention center, the barriers began to fiz, crack and pop, as Ria worked with the controls. "Son of a hutt!" Feedback from the spikes she jerked her fingers away and then jumped on her toes a little. She could hear the turrets firing on the guards up and down the other hallways. "Turn droids against the goons, and yes release all barriers, and-"

PHOOWH, CLRRWRUNG, CLRUNG, PHSSH

The sounds of all the energy barriers and cell doors swinging open at once could be heard. In her head, Ria already knew the chaos that was ensuing and so. The blonde got on the pa system and decided that if Gentech didn't already know what was happening, they knew now. If you were going to rebel, at least do it in style. "Kark Gentech to the fething abyss! Your Runners are here with the Resistance, now let's make some noise and kick these karkin' nerf herders outta here! You might've met some of us Runners earlier, we'll be around, link up with us as soon as possible - oh and those alarms you're hearin'? That's the Outback knockin' on the palace doors."

She knew that Bryce's S&R group was supposed to be here, she had gone ahead with a small team to try and run a smash and grab operation. Unfortunately, they tripped alarms and got themselves thrown into the detention cells at least a few hours earlier than they were supposed to. But on the bright side they met with the resistance leaders and were now trying to form something of a plan to take the castle / palace over. Jamming a third and final spike into the console she overloaded it looked at Gigi, where Tilzi had gone Ria didn't know but she knew that some of the Resistance's leaders were now at her side and the guards were dying if they weren't already dead.

"You said that armory was upstairs, yeah Dev?" She asked rhetorically. "C'mon lets get upstairs, you too Gavid." She jerked the lanky-armed guy along for the ride, as she and a handful of others now outside of Cell Block 4, moved toward the detention center doors pushing through with ease. "Which way were the stairs?"

"This way," Gavid mentioned leading them up the set of stairs to the second floor where a massacre was taking place, of prisoners grabbing the guards' weapons. Defense turrets taking out anything that looked remotely like a Gentech goon and droids who were normally docile were now doing the same as well.