[The Kathol Outback]: Dominion of Kal'Shebbol

[Runi Verin]

Objective: #2
Location: Landing Zone > Palace Escape Tunnels
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Zetha Vesh"] | TKO S&R
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] | [member="The Harbinger"] (Soon™)
Post Count: 3

“I can only hope you kept the receipt, then.” Runi replied as retrieved her buy’ce from the co-pilot seat, holding the t-visor helmet in the crook of one arm and her scattergun in the other. Hardly the most subtle weapon to be taking on what was, for the first section at least, an infiltration mission, but the salvager had been in enough tunnels and tight situations as of late to value a little un-subtlety now and then. Besides, if they were caught in a situation where she needed to pull the trigger, chances were that they were already blown in the first place. “You make it a whole bottle and we might just have ourselves a deal, Doc.”

The first wave began to disembark as she spoke, the more veteran members of the S&R quickly moving to secure the landing zone before the rest moved to join them, no doubt appearing to an outside observer as if they were simply conjured forth from thin air. The rookies went last. A painfully sizeable batch given the mission, one that reminded her all too much of the last time she’d seen such fresh faces head into the unknown. With her leading the charge no less.

“That’s thankfully above my pay grade, vod’ika.” She answered, rapping her knuckles on Lok’s pauldron as she passed, his painted beskar’gam contrasting against the stripped and unadorned plates of her own. There was no aspect or family she wanted to honor. “Admittedly ain’t saying much since we’re not getting paid for this job period, but I was just in charge of the ride in. Here on out, the rest is on you and the S ‘n’ R lads. Try not to get me killed, ‘lek?”

She flashed him a grin, or perhaps a twisted grimace, her features quickly concealed beneath her helmet before it could be confirmed one way or another. As always there was a moment of disorientation as she acclimatised herself to the HUD and its expanded field of vision, causing a small hitch in her step as she hurried to join the forward team. Their rebel contacts waited patiently just beyond the Landing Zone, ushering them into the tunnels that would lead them into the palace.

A yell went up behind her as one of the younger members peeled off from the pack, the grin-slash-grimace definitely settling on the latter as she forced herself to carry on regardless. Yes, this was definitely shaping up like Mygeeto all over again.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: 2; survive at all costs, and make sure Bryce does too
Location: in the midst of the Gentech forces and the "slasha
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Kimiko"], [member="Zetha Vesh"]

Things were heating up, and he felt the heat from an explosion behind him, and he turned, searching for Bryce, but all he got was the feedback. Pain, sorrow, grief, and pure rage flooded through him as he connected with Bryce through the ethereal. All of those emotions hit him like a ton of bricks, crushing him. After fending off a attacker, He rose on his shakey legs, knowing what he had to do. "Hold on buddy, I'm coming for you."

Ever heard of the term "one-man-army?" Nate gave that word a new definition, he had pulled out his Vibro blade, which sang its deadly song as it was swung through the air, leaving gaping wounds in its foes. Hack, slash, dodge, punch, hack again, kick, throw, all those ings run through his mind like binary code in a astromech, becoming a automatic command, one run solely on instinct, and his drive to save his friend. Covered in blood, dust, and a rather large amount of scrapes, bruises, he pushed on, and you could see his progress, there was a line of corpses that r an all the way through the enemy forces, Nate had plowed through them like hurricane does to buildings. But he wasn't finished, not yet. After seeing about four corpses being eaten by those monster's in slasha horde, he had grown of them. "Snack on this," after picking up a rather sharp piece of metal, he used the Force to skewer the four monstrosities like meat. Not finding anymore but corpses, he pushed on, feeling BB's presence grow stronger.

After stepping up on a ridge, he found what he was looking for, below him layed [member="Bryce Bantam"], and standing nearby was that... thing [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]. He could see Bryce wasn't in a very good condition, and further investigation showed several broken bones, severe burns, and one hell of an ass kicking. He was about to jump down into the fray and defend his friend, when he felt familiar presence draw near.... and he turned, noting the torgruta approaching also, [member="Zetha Vesh"], he had met her once, and he knew her and Bryce were together, which gave him all the reserve he needed, and he checked the power core in his Vibro sword, and waited r he to come within earshot. "Welcome to the party, I will probably need your help saving Bryce, coming?"

 

[Ula Kaddo]

Objective 1
Location: Detention Center; Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Tilzi"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Bexel"]
Post: 3

These people were not screwing around about getting the feth out of this place by any means necessary. They used sabers to burn through doors and jammed rifle butt into cracks in doorjams until they relented under the sheer might of those who knew what it was to fight for freedom. Ula didn't even know you could do that with a saber but she saw hot drips of molten metal plop onto the floor.

These people she could understand. She followed the Painted Lady and Blondie, shooting everything that dared to think it could stop them, though not without some scrapes and burns for her trouble. They were joined by others who seemed to know the ones from Ula's cell block and the group

Breaking out of the castle wasn't the time and place for small talk, but Ula hoped that once they were safely away from here, there would be introductions though that thought was quickly replaced by horror as new adversaries appeared in the hallway, eight feet tall and monstrous.

"What the KARK IS THAT?!?"

Ula screamed. She opened fire on it, but she was still screaming and trying to lay down cover fire while everyone else scrambled through the open door behind her.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: the Gladiator Arena // ???
Allies: [member="Ula Kaddo"], [member="Naamah Aesham"], [member=Tilzi], [member="Nikola Ticon"], [member=Bexel] ; Kathol's Resistance Fighters // [member=Nawago]
Enemies: GenTech Experiments | [member="The Harbinger"], [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] (Soon ™) ; the Horde
Objective: #1 // Prison Break -- Escape the Arena, ALIVE!
Post: 3 / ??

Well kids, as our heroes bust through a heavy, heavy door - the kind of door that requires a lightsaber or two. Our valiant heroes find themselves flooding into what looks to have been a gladiatorial arena. Now kids, before we get too carried away. Let's go back a few paces, you remember when our heroes were in their detention center, yeah? Yeah, fun times that one. So now kids, that detention center was filled with minimum security.

The Gladiator Arena was filled with maximum security. The worst of Kal'Shebbols' criminals, were housed here and it was here they were experimented on. And down below our ragtag group of rebels is where those experiments duked it out and you could see if you just leaned over the edge enough where some dried blood might be. Looking up, you could see the sun light dancing in and around you could see holding pens, each one had a lift to be lowered down and funneled out below. Of course, where they were was a staging area, and as our heroes now make their daring escape from the detention center.

They will soon realize that they are not alone.

Now kids, our friends from the TKO's S&R group are pounding on the palace gates which are just on the other side, on the ground you see. Our kids are looking for the planetary defenses and command center stations still within the palace. So it could happen that our heroes meet with their friends and so before this rodeo brawl continues...

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Ria's eyes practically bulged out of her head, "what the feth!" She shouted, "Gigi!" The blonde scrambled to her feet, tucking her blaster pistol into her holster she ran heading right out of those doors. It felt like slow motion as she pulled Gigi by the waist and then grabbed the brunette ( [member="Ula [/COLOR][COLOR=#33ccff]Kaddo[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][COLOR=#33ccff]"] ) by the arm, and then shouting for Dev ( [member=Bexel] ). "STOP SHOOTING AND START RUNNING!" [/FONT]

The lot of resistance fighters ran from the two huge hulking monsters, but just as the The doors were broken down and just as they emerged, she turned and watched ( [member=Tilzi] ). "Guys." She pointed to the palace doors that she could just barely make out from around here. And then she looked up, to a third floor. "We gotta get up there and back into the main building, if we're gonna kick these poodoo faced... wait, wait, what's that!"

She's leaning over the railings of the Arena's second floor. "What in the..." ( [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=12px][FONT='lucida sans unicode']Nawago[/FONT]"] ). "Sweet hyperlanes..." She cringed watching whatever it was. "Kark..." She looked around them. "Guys."

Gavid swallowed hard, "it's a staging area for fights." He walked away from the railing and pointed toward what looked to be a set of stairs. "Up there, up, c'mon."

"Wait!" Ria shouted and looked at Gigi. "Listen if Bryce ( [member="Bryce Bantam"] ) is out there, or, or Lok ( [member="Lok Munin"] ). "Kark!" She shouted and then they weren't given much of a choice, the two hulking things from earlier. "As they say at the big casino's in the lifts, must go down to go up!" She shouted. The blondie made haste for the stairs which were a lot further away than she thought sliding down the railing through each stair case, until she ended up on the ground floor of the Arena.

Ria skidded to a halt somewhere on the ground floor. "Spread out guys! I need to find a terminal, Gigi c'mon." The blondie essentially left her friends to handle whatever it was the Arena could throw at them while she darted off to find something of an office, a terminal, anything that she could use to help their friends at the gates. She jumped when the two hulks from earlier basically leaped over the railings from the second floor and continued their marching path toward her companions. She noted a uh, very, uh, um pretty young lady. "Gi-" She tugged on her friend's tunic gesturing toward the Gladiator Ring, at ( [member="Astrid Santii"] ).

"Hey, Doll. You can flirt with all the pretty girls and boys, when we're out of here, alright?" Gigi told her as she leaned to check what looked to be the offices for the Arena. "I think you'll find what you need in here, Doll."

"Awesome." Ria clapped her hands together and followed after Gigi.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: 1 and 2 (whoever's coming for Astrid)
Location: Sarne’s Palace, Gladiator Ring
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Bexel"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Ula Kaddo"] [member="Tilzi"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Nikola Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Harbinger"] [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]
Posts: 2/20

In the background, Astrid could still hear what appeared to be gunfire, rocket launchers shushing out their missiles, and thermal detonators booming in the distance. But with a Cerean warrior to tangle with, she could do nothing but swing the small, razor-sharp sickle and hope it sliced through the alien's flesh and bone. Luckily only the hybrid girl had use of the Force, so employing telekinesis, she pushed his large form away from her, sending him windmilling back into the dirt of the Gladiator ring. Growling, the Cerean male ran forward and before Astrid could Force Push him away again, his sword connected with her sickle, the machete grazing her lightly armored shoulder.

She felt a pinch, then a more acute pain, and then the warmth of her own blood seeping through to the layered garment she wore. Hopefully that was a superficial wound, though she’d find out soon enough by the steadiness of her stance and whether her reflexes stayed sharp or not.

The Cerean’s arms however were exposed, though Astrid wasn’t sure if this was his master’s bidding, or that he preferred to engage with his limbs unprotected, but the girl saw an opening to cause some damage while the sword and sickle clashed. Augmented with Force Speed, Astrid lunged her head out to the warrior’s arm and sunk her dagger-sharp canines into his flesh, chomping down on it as though it were a thimiar. Howling in pain, the Cerean pulled his arm away, sword and sickle unlocking, but the hybrid girl had a nice, chunk of flesh still in her mouth, which she promptly spat on the ground and muttered in hoarse Togruti: “I haven’t eaten anything today so forgive me if I seem a little hungry.”

Astrid heard another explosion, and her mind momentarily wandered to a Wampa named [member="Nawago"], one of the best fighters out of all of the slaves. Would he too welcome the freedom brought by their liberators, if truly that’s what was happening outside of the Gladiator Ring?

A knock from the Cerean’s elbow into her face, from the same arm she’d just feasted upon, snapped her back to attention. You are lucky that wasn’t the machete, she thought. Blood now dripping out of her nose, from her mouth, her hair in her face, also matted with blood, Astrid screamed a banshee howl, and again with another violent Force Push drove the enraged Cerean back.

If you’re coming this way, she thought to the unknown liberators, better make it fast.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective: 2 (still being sneaky about it)
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Matthew Robinson"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Bexel"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Ula Kaddo"] [member="Tilzi"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Nikola Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Harbinger"] [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]

Kimiko's body carried her as far as it could...she was not trained or conditioned for this kind of mental or physical exertion. She had reached her limit.

Running to just shy of a slight rise in the terrain, she could see Bryce in front of her, surrounded.

"Bryce!" was forced out, hoarse and tired.

Hefting the new rifle she found, barely finding a good shoulder stock, and squeezed the trigger...nothing. She wanted to help. Wanted to be more useful than she ever thought she could, and where did that get her? Cursing herself on this Force-forsaken planet, attempting too be someone she was not.

The weapon fell to the ground as she reached behind her head, only now remembering her lack of headgear, and felt something slick coating normally white hair. Pulling forward her hand, her eyes watered seeing the crimson color of blood, her own blood. Onto her knees she fell...a sense of hopelessness overtaking her.

It was then her eyes finally moved from her Master's location: Standing above him on an outcropping was the familiar form of Nate, looking down, and seemingly ready to pounce, with reinforcements.

Mustering up all the strength she had left, Kimiko cried out one more time,"Nate! Save him!...please!"

She could only hope that her plea was heard...

 

[Bryce Bantam]

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

The sounds of battle were deafening on the front line, but for Bryce, his world was slowing growing silent. Struggling with his face shield he eventually was able to flip it open and cough out some of the blood that was slowly filling his lungs. His vision was growing darker and the blackness was closing in on him like a camera shutter slowly closing and taking the light with it.

BB knew someone was near him, he heard his familiar voice but his words were garbled and lost to the confusion that now enveloped him. Each breath becoming more labored than the last, and he knew in his mind that he had gone too far. His body struggled to cope. To try to find a way to keep working but it was a lost battle, one it couldn't hope to win.

Other were around him two, one young at heart and full of kindness even though darkness had plagued her. The other a whirlwind of passion and fire that seemed to be coming closer. Both BB knew, but in his state, he was unable to understand who they were. As the darkness continued to close in on him a fourth presence entered his mind. An ethereal presence that seemed to gracefully walk over the battlefield as if it were nothing more than a field of wildflowers. As she approached her green skin seemed to shimmer in what little light there was. Soon she had drawn near and knelt down beside Bryce, her face shining with pride.

"It's not time yet my son," She said with a voice BB knew from the day he was born. "You have come so far, I'm so very proud of you BB."

Her hand brushed over his blood covered face as she continued.

"Don't give up, your friends are near."

"I'm scared." he replied in between difficult breaths.

"They are here, you will be safe my brave boy..."

Seemingly as soon as she came the vision of his mother began to vanish and tears welled up into BB eyes as he cried out. "No, Don't go!"

As she vanished BB began to slip into unconsciousness, the strain on his body finally becoming too much for him to take, he drifted from reality...

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Kimiko"]
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]
Post: 3

To the last wave of enemies, Zetha pushed her hand out, fingers splayed. The goons flew away from her, smacking the ground hard. They were stunned, and that gave her enough time to assess what was before her. A hulking mass of a man, and at his feet, the broken body of her BB. She was just about to run to him when Nate ran up. There still was the hulking monster that did this. Quickly, Zetha's mind formulated a plan. "Nate, get to BB." She told him, lifting her sabre in a fighting stance. "I will handle this guy."

She lunged, aiming a strike to his stomach, then up to his weapon-bearing arm. She took BB's Force hold to her advantage to get as many strikes in as possible. Wait. Hold up. BB was using the force? She turned back to her boyfriend in time to see his arm fall and he slipped unconscious. She quickly turned back to Cronas. With no Force holding him back, he could now fight back.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: nobody gives a damn about objectives! SAVE BRYCE
Location: outside of the palace
Allies: [member="Zetha Vesh"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Kimiko"]
Enemies: if there's anything left of [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]


He nodded at Z, giving her a quick salute as he vaulted over a burning transport and slid across the ground, landing at BB's side. Gingerly, he placed his hands on his chest, he sent forth the Force, feeling all the wounds. Internal bleeding, several broken bones, severe burns, and a hella cuts and scrapes. "Oh... this is very bad, stay with me Bryce," closing his eyes, he brought up all of his will power, feeling strength flood through him, only to be transferred into Bryce, and he focused on each and every wound, picturing the broken bones mending, the ruptures in his organs starting to close. Already, after only a minute of this, Nate was exhausted, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, but he refused to give up, for Bryce's sake. Only problem, he wasn't a healer, not even close, so he had at least stopped the internal bleeding, but not much else. Nothing happened for a while, and he feared that Bryce was beyond healing, and that meant.... He couldn't even bear to think about it, and he closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears form falling. Ho could've stoped this, he could've got here sooner, it should've been him on the floor, not Bryce.

Finally, he felt a pulse, his hopes soared, and he propped BB's head up with his hand. "Bryce, come on, please.... I need you with me buddy,"

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Objective 2: Save [member="Astrid Santii"] and give her an ewok bandaid
Mates: [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Zetha Vesh"] [member="Ria Misrani"]
Location: Landing zone with some serious force running to outside Arena and about to go in

Hazel-gaze swept back to Runi as they made their way forward, his shield still strong. "I'll make it a bottle as long as I don't have to hold your hair back when you get sloshed." Humor tinted his voice, only half there. He heard a crackle of comm message. Something about Bryce being injured. But there were good TKO members around, like Nate.

His fellow medic wouldn't be too buggered. He hoped.

He stretched his empathic abilities forward, invisibly in the force. There was one particular soul it pinged to: Astrid Santii. They were losing time. He knew Ria would do her thing and so would the others. Right now, he had his thing to do.

"See you on the other side, Ru." Call it smokejumper daring into action. Maybe Luc rubbed off. Or, perhaps the doc was just being foolish again. The medic took off, following the explosions, letting the force lead him, letting the pain and panic he felt through the force direct his well placed footsteps. The force welled through his muscles and in one moment, he became a blur.

Matt would be quite chuffed if he came out of this one alive.

 

[TC-91]

Object #2 (Presumably)
Location: Gladiator Staging Area
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Zetha Vesh"] | [member='Bexel'] | [member="Ria Misrani"] | [member="Ula Kaddo"] | [member='Tilzi'] | [member="Naamah Aesham"] | [member="Nikola Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] | [member="The Harbinger"] | Gentech
Post: 2

It had been only a few minutes after the conversation ended in the holding pens when Nawago was moved into the staging area. Standing, chained to the wall, he mentally prepared himself for the guards to come in and unchain him for his next fight. Oddly enough, the people who dragged him to the room didn't seem concerned about the constant explosions going on outside. They did seem to leave in a rush though, which wasn't very surprising considering how much closer the sounds of battle were getting to the palace. Hopefully they didn't return and went to die in the battlefield so he wouldn't have to risk his life once again. To be fair, it would've made more sense to stall the show to add more troops to security than have the opposition bust in during a fighter swap.

Taking a quick glance towards the current brawlers through a window at the end of the room, Nawago saw what appeared to be a rather ferocious, big headed individual being shot across the arena. His opponent must have been a slave, like him, named [member='Astrid Santii']. The perks of listening more than talking is that he was able to learn a bit about the various fighters. Many had gone so far as to even call her a sorceress, didn't exactly seem to be aware of what the Force was. Neither did he to a certain extent, he only learned to a certain degree of what it was while in captivity. Watching the fight, that was apparent as her opponent seemed to constantly get pushed back by some mysterious entity. As he looked over at the crowd, he even noticed that they have barely even been paying attention and just seemed anxious about the approaching sounds. Something 'dangerous' had to be approaching, otherwise they would have been informed if it was just bomb testing or something else along that matter.

He wished that he could just break out of the chains since he had a firm believing that no one would come and focus on defending the palace, but there would be no telling what would happen to him if he was found trying to escape. The Wampa just simply sat and hoped that something would happen, wondering who it may have been that would have launched a full scale attack to destroy the corrupt government. An interesting concept to think about while waiting, even if he would have found out someway. He remembered doubting the idea that liberation was coming, but now it had to be approaching, he was certain of it.

 

[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="Zetha Vesh"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc

Anger raged in the alpha as this new even younger one attacked. A female now interrupted his revenge, the dishonor...

His armor and flesh burned under the attacks but soon he felt the grip of the beaten leader fade and with wrathful spite lurched at the red bladed witch. He barely felt her final strike rip through his forearm as he dove for the girl. With speed unnatural to a beast his size and if she failed to move in time he would grip her in a bear hug and attempt to squeeze the life out of her.

"You will pay for this dishonor girl!"

 

[Singularity]

Objectives: 1 and 2
Location: Research Labs/Gladiator Staging Area
Allies: [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Nawago"], [member="Matthew Robinson"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Zetha Vesh"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Kimiko"], [member="Astrid Santii"], [member="Ria Misrani"], [member="Ula Kaddo"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Bexel"], [member="Tilzi"], TKO and S&R
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"], [member="The Harbinger"], Gentech
Posts: 1



It had been 243 hours, 47 minutes, 11 seconds; Standard Galactic Time; since the cargo ship he was being transported on had been boarded and ransacked by pirates. The scavengers had then collected anything deemed of value; the majority of which was transferred to GenTech. Singularity was among these items.

Soon after arriving at Sarne's Palace, he had been sent to one of GenTechs many research labs for droid reprogramming and study. It had been 31 hours, 25 minutes, 19 seconds; Standard Galac-...

Singularity became aware of changes in his surroundings when he felt faint vibrations from the floor.Soon after the palace security protocols activated; causing the alarm system to go off.

The sirens from above started making noise and the lights in the Research lab dimmed; taking on a more crimson tint. Feigning his continued deactivation, Singularity remained kneeling on the ground and observed the lab workers on the other side of the room. Taking in the lack of significant response from the humans, he felt the cause of the alarm wasn't of any significance. His best calculations only increased his chance of escape by a margin of three percent.

Continueing from his internal clock, the droid went back to calculating the amount of time that had been passing since he'd arrived in the labs. It had been 31 hours, 28 minutes, 3 seconds; Standard Galactic Time. From what he'd overheard upon his arrival, his reprogramming was scheduled in 16 hours, 32 mi-

*static*"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."*static*

The palace was under attack from both within and without? That altered his estimates of survival and escape by a significant margin. Even more so if he added himself to their numbers. He was a little confused about the "outback" remark though. Did the female voice mean head to the back of the palace? Or avoid that area and head for the front? Singularity decide that he would ask when he managed to converge with their group.

Powering up into full activation; a low humming noise began to come from the droids side of the room as the droid stood.

Turning around, the two lab technicians watched as Singularity began walking towards them.

"Did you activate the droid?"

"No. Did you?"

"Well I sure as fething didn't." Stepping forward slightly the first technician spoke, "Droid stand down and deactivate yourself."

Ignoring the command, the droid kept walking towards them. If he allowed their existence to continue his calculations dropped his chances of escape by 46 percent. Besides they were going to attempt to destroy what made Singularity himself. From the time he had spent in the labs he had also observed the things had been done to others of their organic kind. To forcefully change the base programming of another entity without authorization... This company... GenTech and its employees required deletion.

Before he could react, Singularity activated his back thrusters and launched himself the last few feet at the closer of the two humans. Snapping his arms up in a blur; he closed his hands around the technicians neck and lifted him off the ground; crushing his windpipe before dropping him. As the human fell to the ground grasping at his throat; the droid activated side and back thrusters; sending him forward and to the left. In a blur he repeated his actions; dropping the human on the floor.

Stepping past their corpses, the droid made his way over to the labs terminal. Observing that one of the lab technicians was still logged in, he accessed terminal. After 4 minutes, 56 seconds; Singularity left the terminal and looked around until he found his vibro-sword and vibro-knife laying on a workbench. Making his way over to them, he picked them up; sheathing and holstering them. Turning around he made his way towards the lab rooms exit.

He now had a internal map of the Palace and surrounding areas. From sifting through camera feeds he found that all of the groups trying to fight their way out were currently converging at the gladiatorial arena.

If he continued to travel down the path he'd mapped out, then he would converge on what he calculated to be a female member of theirs ([member="Astrid Santii"]) currently locked in combat. At his current movement speed he would arrive shortly to aid her in combat. Being with her when they met the other group would increase his chances of joining them exponentially.

Singularity needed the female.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Objective: Kill this stupid guy
Location: Outside the palace
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Enemies: @Cronus Plagueborn
Posts: 4

He lunged at her and Zetha leapt to the side. He was fast, faster than she had expected. She had to come up with a plan. She went on the offensive again, trying to deal as many blows as possible, but her technique was sloppy. She faltered, feeling her old insecurities come back. Why she could never become a true apprentice and pair off with a Jedi Knight, why the other padawans mocked her and forced her to leave.

That falter would prove to be her undoing.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective 3: Air Battle

[member="Orion Trex"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Elaine Thul"]

The D'Lessio's aural sensors registered a whining roar and a whole lot of weapons fire. The other sensors registered new contacts, friendlies, good-sized vessels that scattered the Gentech fighters like chaff. Millennium Falcon, captained by the always reliable Kira Vaal. Alderaan Queen, the personal ship of Sor-Jan Xantha, who'd helped teach Jorus on Ahch-To once upon a time. Good ships, good captains, and most importantly good guns.

One little line of orange started blinking as the D'Lessio's shields went from zero to one percent. Now that the pressure was off, recharge could happen. And one whole wing's cannons were still functional, more than enough to give Gentech some grief.

"Feth, am I glad to see you folks." Jorus slewed the cutter around to point at the nearest corporate security fighters. Others were running; he let them go. Shooting someone in the back wasn't his style.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

KESH SYSTEM

[member="Solan Charr"]

Beginning at the Battle of Demonsgate, and later with the whole Sekalus situation, the Keshiri Royal Navy had cropped up on the Underground's radar. Solan Charr, longstanding ruler of Kesh, had proven himself to be a significant regional presence. Some of the Underground's best people spoke well of Charr.

This move to Kal'Shebbol on the Underground's part would extend its admittedly feeble sphere of influence around the general area of Kesh. The Underground had no reason to work against Charr's regime, of course -- by all accounts, the only barbarism he permitted was a truly shocking flat taxation system -- but so far, contact had been somewhat wary. Clearly, if the Underground was to operate in this region, putting down roots against the Qektoth and laying groundwork for probes against the First Order, someone needed to talk with the Keshiri leadership. Hence, General Beyyr had been dispatched in a refitted whaling barge, the kind used to snare neebrays and exogorths. This one had been modified to serve as a sort of small mobile shadowport, home base to a couple fighter squadrons and a lot of ramshackle freighters. As diplomatic vessels went, the Gorgon wasn't the worst, but it was close.

They'd called ahead so as not to irritate the Royal Navy with an unannounced arrival in the Kesh System. Now, the Gorgon exited hyperspace over the planet that the Lost Tribe had called home.

Beyyr glanced at his fellow negotiator, [member="Darron Wraith"], and whuffled briefly. A small floating droid translated, with some embellishment:

"His Majesty is known for hatred of Darksiders; we believe he came to power by putting down certain Sith who followed the traditions of the Lost Tribe. That said, he may not be free of the Dark Side himself."

"Rrawr."

"We must approach the situation with a sense of proportion and subtlety. Ideally, we can prevail on him and secure mutual defense agreements against the Qektoth and any potential violence from the direction of Sekalus."

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 3
Post: 4
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Orion Trex"] [member="Kira Vaal"] @sor-jan

She watched the air battle from her computer holo projector, she sent another message to the fleet of fighters All fighters, all runways are now clear for use. Her voice was calm, and the air strip seemed to be in little danger. She then saw a ship whose name sent a chill down her spine, The Alderaan Queen. Half of wanted to shoot down, but it just a name, and was not worth it. She wept a little inside, as far as she could see it was ruled by sith. She was wrong of course, but she get past her own prejudice. She then watched for any incoming enemy fighters, as she would need to get them shot down, as she waited she sipped tea.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Kal'Shebbol Orbit
Allies: TKO
Enemies: Gentech
Objective: TBD
Post: 1

Julius hadn't been paying the Outback much mind, but when he heard of the ruckus on Kal'Shebbol, he made track from the core as fast as his ship could. And... Well... Given his talents, and given the abilities of his ship, that was a fast transit time indeed, making use of the symbiotic compass along his spine, S-Thread boosters and the Fold-Drive. Suddenly in orbit above Kal'Shebbol blinked a rather bizzare looking blend of Corellian and Aing-Tii design, organic looking almost, and reading with odd residual signatures from its' fold jump into the orbit from just outside the system. Buoying himself in high revolving orbit, he sent out a friendly greeting along channels that folks like [member="Jorus Merrill"] might recognize, blends of TKO and Underground comms signals.

"Wanderlust here... Point me where I'm needed"

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

KAL'SHEBBOL ORBIT

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

"Wanderlust, this is the Bullet Time. Welcome to Kal'Shebbol, Sedaire."

The extent to which Julius really was still Julius remained an open question. They'd linked closely at the Battle of Coruscant, them and Meeristali and some other Jedi. Mara had never known Julius all that well, as such things were reckoned, but that link had made a few things really clear. Whatever he'd experienced in the Kathol Rift, with the Aing-Tii monks, had left him changed at a bone-deep level. The cocky Corellian seemed, now, to always have an eye on something that Mara couldn't see or detect, something in another plane or over the horizon or inside his own skull.

Then again, he wasn't the first to come out of the Kathol Rift a changed man. That place was hell, even or especially for instinctive astrogators. The stronger you were in the Force, the stronger the hallucinations.

"I'm reading a Gentech ship sneaking past our orbital lines from some kind of facility we didn't detect -- up near the north pole. I'm en route to intercept. Wouldn't mind a hand."

 

[Darron Wraith]

Kesh System

Wraith idly scratched the stubble on his chin, blonde mixed with brown and hints of grey. Staring out of the viewport on the barge, pulled his shoulders back and relaxed them. A resounding pop and the release of the nitrogen gas forced a smile, and the realization that some parts of him were getting older even if he didn’t understand his aging process. Stars and ships of unknown origin clouded his reflection, but he could see how tired his eyes were. Even if the intensity was always there, fatigue had set in. That was the price of seeing so many wars, so much conflict, and so many expansions like the one he was going to be a part of.

Darron had somehow managed to survive through luck, the Force, skill, and a little of them all.

To him, it was a curse, one that he gladly accepted now that he was stepping back out into the galactic spotlight. Jorus and the New Jedi Order had both asked him to come, just to help stabilize the region. A large man in his own right, the simple blue robes he wore did nothing to hide that. Underneath he wore Iron Skin armorweave, and he proudly wore the ligthsaber of Mace Windu on his belt. No matter how large he appeared, he was tiny next to the Wookie he had been sent with.

They had exited hyperspace, and the pair moved as one towards the docking area. All the while the translator droids deciphered his comrades grunts for him. Darron could understand meanings, and a beings heart with the Force, but he was ever thankful to have the droid with them.

“Absolutely General Beyyr, I’ll gladly let you lead and assist in whatever means I can. This is a peaceful mission, and I will do my best to assist.” Darron had read the reports on the [member="Solan Charr"], he himself was curious if the man was free of the darkside.

[member="General Beyyr"]