The Qektoth Connection (ORC Dominion of Yuuzhan'tar)

[Yula Perl]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Location: Yuuzhan’tar Underworld
With: [member="Jaeson Starchaser"]

Yula snorted through her last bite before dropping the apple core to the ground. “Nah. Too obvious.” She was still leering at the auctioneer, still fiddling with the blade. The sharp bit was more for self defense than anything, the chainbreaker’s main attribute being the deactivating wand. A lot of slave collars were rigged with explosives; one well-meaning snip could result in a whole lotta deaths.

Glancing sideways, she took her first look at the young man who’d come to accompany her. It was typical of the underground to send agents where and when they were needed without much consult beforehand, but you had to learn to be flexible and take things in stride. Either way, help was always appreciated. Even if said help was strikingly familiar.

“You look like my Uncle Damian, if he were about twenty years younger and had a runaway phase.” The sideways smirk she gave him said it all. Who knew, maybe Damian had a runaway punk phase. Apparently her mother had been a wild child to rival her own.

She pushed off of the wall, grinning wryly at Jae before nodding towards the stage. “We’re at an auction, aren’t we? It’s best we participate.”

Drifting through the sea of buyers, Yula appeared at the front of the crowd. Holding up a credit chip, she announced her bid.

“5,000 for the house slave.”

Mom was going to be pissed when she saw this on her credit statement.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Masterlooked at his copilot and grinned. Having [member="Cambria Zadira"] around always helped keep him, well grounded. Following the storm of issues after the betrayal of [member="Romi Jade"], Coren needed someone to help tether him. He knew his past, not from experience, but from datacron and holocron he had kept. He knew he was the type to follow the Force. And when he went dark, it helped tip scales in places he could never redeem himself from. Now though?

Now he was on a rescue mission. “Gunners,lets keep the interest on us, ok? Got the Eravana off to our side. Lets get them some cover.” Was the order from the Master as he pushed his throttle and shields, aiming right for the target of the hangar on Tyrax. Looking at the cockpit crew he nodded.

“We’ll be getting them all over us like locusts, coming in this way, but we’ll be ready. Need to be quick on the defenses. I think we may need to cut the head off this snake first, then get our people out.” Working with a drive and focus was what kept Coren grounded. "As long as it does start, just keep collateral down, Kimiko." He tossed a quick wink with a smirk.

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get a twofer.” A smirk across his face as he looked at the path again. Feeling the ship in the Force and through his implant, he was waiting, waiting, and dumped engine speed to full reverse just as the ship came hammering through the magcon. Throwing the rest of the power through the repulsors to touch down almost controlled, the feedback of the implant was producing that telltale blood taste, coppery, in his mouth. He shook it off before reaching to the Force as he unstrapped.

“Lets move!” He shouted, more to the troopers in the main chamber, grabbing his lightsaber and making the move to the loading ramp, opening it.

[member="Kimiko Taiyō"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

The Force moved in mysterious ways and here it was that Tiland found himself. It was a strange place, rich with life, yet difficult to know and understand within the Force. Such was the nature of the Vongforming existed in the world. Peculiar, yet there was its own form of balance. At a table in the bazaar, not far from the slave market, Tiland sat with a cup of tea cradled in his hands. They were old and wrinkled and while a team sought to destabilize and eliminate the slave market, he watched, listened, waited. Sought balance.

Ever in motion was the balance of the Force, both within the galaxy and within the self. It was the galaxy that many were concerned with, but Tiland found that immaterial. The galaxy would shift and turn with the tides. In the end, it was nothing but material.

It was only the immaterial that mattered in the end. The Force, cosmic and eternal, that bound and created all things, that was what mattered. Living things. Beings of spirit made material. It was this great web that was the Force and every action, regardless of how small, sent ripples throughout the universe. Yet what role did the Vong play in such a universe? Beings that willingly cut themselves off from the rest of life?

Such a question was what Tiland considered as his senses reached into the world around him. There were gaps where the Vong were found and vibrancies where the rest were found.

He could sense the Coalition team as they worked through their assignments. Where he was needed, he would be. Such was how the Force worked.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Breaker of chains
Allies: [member="Jaeson Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Gray Venasir"]
Enemies: Yuuzhan'tar underworld

"What do you mean?"

"This is a short-term trading technique. I won't pretend to know which jurisdiction you're operating in, nor would I pretend to know how the tax code of that jurisdiction operates in the case of individuals vs. corporations unless you're operating in Talz-land. But, generally speaking, you don't want to hold on to shares for too long: try to sell them as soon as you receive the dividend payment or, for those companies with longer lead times between the record date and the payment date, the record date"

Here she was simply buying more time for the ambulance to return from the hideout of those who paid bounties on those slavers she fired at. For now, anyway, the ambulance hasn't returned, so the gangster would try to make the most out of this advice session before it does. Plus there are Shakurans also getting into scuffles against slavers elsewhere in the camp, so the guy's time was short. And she could feel they were coming for her and for the gangster that asked her for advice on dividend stripping, even though there were no bounties on the Shakurans posted on Yuuzhan'tar. Nevertheless, she is made to feel that the Shakurans have their own designs for the slaves that rely on them staying slaves, so from the moment she could sense them making a run for the gangster, as well as her, she fired a potshot at the nearest Shakuran trooper and, as was previously the case with the Vong kingpin, the plasma splash engulfed two of them, killing these Shakurans on the spot upon impact. But also the ambulance was on its way back from the rally point.

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Location: Yuuzhan’tar Underworld
With: [member="Yula Perl"]

Jaeson leaned against a wall next to Yula as she began to bid on one of the slaves up for auction. Mommy's money no doubt. Jae could relate, it wasn't like he had assets of his own to play around with, but then again his mother... wasn't his mother.... didn't have billions in credits lying around. Or did she? He considered what he knew about the woman for a moment. Maybe. Although Jae didn't know a lot about Joza Perl that didn't stop him from imagining the woman's response to the purchases.

A smile formed on his face as he looked over at Yula. Datapad in his hand he made note of various things at the slave auction. If she was the bidder and he didn't have money it was best to look like he was doing some work as part of this rich pair. Having met the girls sister not to long ago Jaeson had found his assumptions of the girl change instantly. Yula was not Nida. They carried themselves differently, Nida looking vulnerable and frail and Yula being more confident practically strutting about, it wasn't just age that gave her that sort of confidence. Of course they were different physically, one being adopted. Yula was lighter in skin tone and older with a more developed body. A shiver ran up Jaesons spine as he took in her form and thought for a moment about.... stop.

Smile all but disappearing into a thin line on his face Jaeson turned to Yula and said in a light tone, "Could you please turn off your pheromones. It's making me have a hard time concentrating." Looking back down to his datapad he started to look over his notes. On the pad was the various faces of those involved in the auction images captured while they worked, numbers of guards and prisoners up for auction as best he could estimate from his own count plus the plethora of materials and then he looked back at Yula his face blushing... he hadn't blushed in... well not years he wasn't that old, but a long time.

 

[Kingsley]

BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA​

YUUZHAN'TAR ORBIT​

[member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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"Dooka!"

"Pretty much," Kingsley agreed, grimacing in disgust as he forced the bulkhead doors open, "Almost feel sorry for them, rrrawk!"

The Hiitian smuggler and his Jawa shipmates had rigged the safety measures so that instead of halting based on movement, the bulkheads had snapped shut instead. Three Sharukan soldiers had been unlucky enough to be standing in the threshold, and even their advanced power armor had not been able to saved them from being pulped underneath tons of duranium. Off in the distance, the captain of the Eravana could hear the faint sounds of inhuman shrieking. Looks like someone had stumbled across a bear trap, or was it the spike pit?

"Umpee!" another Jawa's voice crackled over his comm link, "Gogowa! Gogowa!"

"I better get up to the bridge, see what he's panicking about. Think you can mop up the rest?"

"Mambay!" First Mate Iziz puffed out his chest and saluted.

Tiptoeing around the remaining booby traps and alien bodies, Kingsley lumbered back up to the bulk freighter's control center, swatting away the frantic Jawa mechanic mashing buttons on the sensor console at random. His beak curled up into a mischievous grin.

"That's not the Empire, you idiot," cuffing the Jawa out of his way, the captain moved over to navigation and cut sublight velocity, now adrift just outside Yuuzhan'tar orbit, "In fact, I think the Sharuka have bigger problems than a simple transport. Rrrawk!"

"Shumeneez un toyneepa!"

"Good work, Iziz," Kingsley answered his first mate's transmission, breathing out a sigh of relief now that his ship was once more free of bad guys with guns, "Now prep the shuttle, looks like we may have time for that last run after all."

"Nyeta gogowa?"

"I told you this was a once in a lifetime deal!" he reminded his second in command, "Do you have any idea how much amphistaffs go for on Bastion?"

"Nyeta."

"Well it's a lot!"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton Steele had been dispatched to take stock of what exactly was going on at the world of Yuuzhan’tar. Her job wasn’t always the most glamorous, she wasn’t always diving into worlds, being the Atomic Blonde, sometimes it was taking stock in where the Alliance and her allies were looking. And sure, maybe the Alliance-in-Exile wasn’t going to settle here, but providing the data to the Judges that would be patrolling this sector of space was going to be a good idea. And it would get bonus points for the Alliance in Exile.

Yeah, ok, Peyton was bored, she was competing the various states within the Coalition against each other and had a scoreboard. The Alliance fleet made them the biggest, but the Alliance agents, part SIS part SpyNet, she knew a few groups were forming and Outer Rim Intelligence agency and she was hoping to get to become part of that. Maybe. She’d have to see. For now, she liked what money the Alliance was able to provide her. Upkeep for some weapons that were no longer on the allowed supply list.

She got in when the getting was good.

Still, everything was not as shiny and new, but the woman was able to get herself from point A to B in some semblance of style. Landing her craft, she had coordinates to check. It was going to be slow moving but she didn’t want to attract attention. Not that being human on Yuuzhan’tar wasn’t, but she was armed enough.

People did tend to avoid a woman with a grenade launcher.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Allies: [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Jaeson Starchaser"] [member="Gray Venasir"]
Enemies: Yuuzhan'tar underworld, Shakurans

The ambulance has finally returned from the safe house. "Quick, get out of here before the Shakurans catch you!" she warns the gangster before using Neural Storm on the would-be money launderer.

Once the gangster was stricken by a seizure, the EMT droids swiftly put him onboard the ambulance, which would then proceed to collect other slavers that sustained injuries in the Shakuran attack, but somehow survived. The one stricken by a seizure was seated in front since it was minimally injured, while two more severely-injured slavers were in the main cab in the back, for a total of three criminals being carried away to some place that bore no resemblance to a medical center. While still nevertheless receiving some measure of first aid. Yet, they will not realize they are captured until too late. Meanwhile, Griet dives in deeper into the compound, where they find the Shakurans engaging the slavers at every turn, with both sides fighting tooth-and-nail. For now she decides not to engage any of them until provoked by either party. For this reason, she chose to step quietly, away from the main routes where the slavers held their positions in an attempt to defend what they perceived, rightly or wrongly, as their livelihoods. Yet, that may as well be more complicated than it initially seemed to be.

 

[Koushou Mito]

"It was super cute, but neither of us can afford ANYTHING here," she said over her shoulder. There was a pretty little myth that scientists could get rich just doing science- but unless you ended up in the private sector on the payroll of a big corporation, doing only the research THEY wanted you to do, well.

She peered into the backpack and grinned. "You're always prepared, this is perfect." Reaching into her own pocket, she pulled out a couple of sample tubes- something she never went anywhere without. "I checked before we got here- no laws prohibiting sampling- uh, honestly, no laws preventing much of anything. As to what we're looking for..... I'm going to guess rotting trees. The mandibles, did you catch those? They remind me of the sort from other insects that chew through punky wood, but I don't think this one EATS that. I think it's a hunter of something else that does."

The small had always been what caught her attention the hardest, and insects in particular were an entire swath of an ecosystem that, without them? Would just entirely collapse.

She looked where he was pointing. Smile brightening.

Reaching down she grabbed his hand and off they went again.

"I don't know," she said as they pushed through the crowd. "It PROBABLY goes too far? But I want to get a closer look before it takes o-oooooooh look at that!"

She pulled up short, other hand casting over her eyes to shield them from the sun as the manta-like creature took flight.

"Oh there's netting! See? People are holding on to that. How in the MAW does it fly though? It looks like it's swimming!"

[member="Orin Hawke"]

 

[Rian Taske]

Qektoth Black Site​

[member="Ari Flannigan"]​

"Everything here is a butt," Rian muttered. "You gonna point out every one?"

"I like butts and I cannot lie."

Seemed like a yes.

"You sure that's safe to smoke? I wouldn't trust it," eyeing Ari from the side, but after that, dropping it.

There were worse things.

Honestly, the giggling ladder almost made her give up on this whole thing completely.

"Are you gorram kidding me- no, no, absolutely the kark not."

Absolutely the kark yes apparently, and up they went because sometimes you pulled on your grown up pants to get a job done. If she had known what they were headed for in truth, she might have canceled the whole thing right then and there and demanded someone, anyone, just carpet bomb the whole block.

Civilians?

Ugh, FINE.

Fine.

Entry went smoothly. It helped that Ari figured out almost immediately that she had to tickle the door under it's 'chin' (yeah we're going with chin, don't make us think too hard about this) and it happily opened for them. What would have happened if she hadn't? Would it have set off an alarm? Screamed? Good lords.

"It's not possible to hate this place more than I do right now."

Heading down the main stairwell slowly from the roof, they moved in single file. "You, slicer," "Jannings ma'am." "..... Slicer. Slice into.... something. Confirm where they have the bioweapon, if it's just one lab in the place or if we have to play hide and seek with these fethers. If you can get the names and bios of the scientists- pictures would be good- of the ones working on this project that would be swell."

It only took a couple of minutes for Jannings to confirm the location of the lab. First order of business then as she kept working to pull up the faces they needed. Go in, destroy the test tubes full of the bioweapon. Easy peasy.

Right?

The room they ended up in wasn't a lab per se. More like an aquarium. Large plate transparisteel cutting the room in half. And on the other side?

"What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fark."

Not neat test tubes or petri dishes. They hadn't made a bioweapon virus or mutagenic bacteria. They had made creatures.

"Someone find me something that will burn this whole gorram place to the GROUND."

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Rian Taske"]

"You know- for a doctor you are really squeamish about this stuff." Ari commented with amusement. Oh, she wasn't exactly having the grand time of her life either. Most of this stuff was so.... weird. Especially that gorram weird door. Had it been its chin? HOPEFULLY. Best not to think about it too hard. For the most part Ari dealt with it though. What was the point of complaining? The only line she had was taking a crap on one of their toilets though.

That chit just wasn't right.

The corridors were deserted. Also- they were a mix of that same organic chit, but interlaced with metal here and there. Plating, computer consoles biting into walls of flesh. Something told her that if the Yuuzhan Vong had seen this?

Well.

Their newfound liberalism probably had their limits.

By the time they found the lab? Ari whistled. Stepping up towards the.... aquarium? Apparently? She leaned in and studied the creatures drifting in the ooze. "Oh yikes." Ari muttered, tapping the transparisteel plate to see if there was a reaction on the other side. Nothing. Just some bubbling and then the half a dozen creatures drifted some more. Quite... boring, really. Even if- "Y'know, pretty sure these fethers could chew right through anything, look at dem teeth tho." Honestly. She was acting really relaxed and nonchalant? Internally though, different story. There was a shiver within her. Something primal recognizing something else. These things weren't just animals.

Nothing natural about them.

Sheer malice in the lines.

"Yeah, I dunno if fire gonna do much, while they are swimming around in that chit, boss." Ari said over her shoulder, before stepping away from them. It took some effort to let her back face them. A spot in her back was itching like mad in response.

"Let slicer and demo," Jennings and... Dominic? But Rian was already on edge enough. Best not to push that line too much. "-figure out how to kill those chits in their tanks. Scientists still need to be taken out." So they couldn't repeat this mad chit again. They left the room through the side-entrance. Hallway empty again. No doors, until on the other side was a gap in the wall. Translucent skin. It seemed to be moving. Once they got there, Ari figured out what it was.

Chit was being transported through the... tubes?

"A... lift." Like a blood vessel being pumped around. "How the chit does this work?" There weren't any buttons or anything. Not that Ari could see anyway. She was about to push against the translucent skin that was separating their hallway from the tube.

Then something melted out of the flesh next to the 'lift'.

It was a face.

Well, two eyes, stitched mouth, like a dried shrunk head. It looked at one, then the other.

"Password." It then declared self-importantly.

 

[Rian Taske]

[member="Ari Flannigan"]

"Lady whoever said I was a doctor? Yikes that's terrifying."

"The schooling?"

"The debt."

Rian paced across the room, tapping at one of the console pads, the motion too fast, too hard. This wasn't what she'd been expecting at all, and the whole thing was beyond unnerving. There were plenty of things she could handle just fine. But this was something else entirely. This was deeply disturbing and made her want to run literally screaming back to the shuttle, but she managed to keep a hold on it. Teeth clenched, she turned away.

"Kill 'em with fire, acid. Whatever you have to use. Check the make up of that liquid, see if there's something here we can flush it with that'll kill them. They'd be beyond stupid to not have some kind of back up in case these things got loose."

"You're going to see where the scientists are, make sure they don't bother us?"

".... Yeah. That's exactly what we're going to do."

She wasn't lying.

Leaving those three to sort out disposing of the.... samples.... she followed along after Ari who seemed far too amused by all of this. Unholstering her heavy blaster, she was checking the settings (changing them from stun because feth. this. whole. place). Missing the morphing of the face. Until it spoke.

Rian looked up.

It looked up.

"AH"

"AHH"
"AHHH"

BLAM BLAM BLAM

Something in the distance started to wail. The lift sloshed open.

"APPARENTLY THAT WAS THE GORRAM PASSWORD COME ON LET'S MOVE."

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland leaned forward, inspecting the color and spread of the tea. The world had such unusual fauna that he had never seen before. He had spent time wandering the bazaar, seeking unique plants, and he found a few. But that was only the first step. After that, he needed to see how it would truly work with the tea. Not all plants could make a quality tea, even if they had beneficial properties. Some simply had a far too difficult time releasing their nature into the water. Others lost their properties when dropped into the heated water.

A shadow loomed across his cup of tea and Tiland looked up. He squinted as they were illuminated by the light behind them. A sibiliant hiss from one of the figures told him all that he needed to know. Trandoshans.

"Welll, whats we have here..." a voice hissed, followed by a few wet chuckles from the other three.

"Just a humble tea brewer," Tiland answered, pushing a few more of the cups to the other side of his small table. "Please, join me. Having tea with new friends is always a delight. We can drink to the Scorekeeper."

There was a sudden pause as his words caught them by surprise, but one by one, they settled their hulking forms down around the small table and wrapped massive clawed hands around the wooden cups. As solid as they were, they looked surprisingly fragile in the hands of the Trandoshans. Without pausing, Tiland wrapped a cloth around his hand and hefted the small pot of tea that rested on the brazier and, with solemn dignity, poured each of his new companions a cup.

The aromatic steam swirled up into the air around them and Tiland gave a broad smile as he wrapped his own hands around the cup. "What business brings you here, friends?"

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Location: Yuuzhan’tar Underworld
With: [member="Jaeson Starchaser"]

“5,500!”

Another bidder nearby raised Yula, to which she squinted. Was the slave really worth this much? She had a ballpark idea, but was no connoisseur of slaves. It was relief enough that she’d managed to select a price that wouldn’t seem too suspicious from the outside.

“6,000.” A hard glance in the direction from where the challenger’s voice had come. Jaeson was busying himself at her side, looking busy with his datapad. That was a good thing—Yula didn’t have time to gauge his skill or give him the shakedown, but he was playing along nicely.

“Sold, to the Zeltroni!” The auctioneer, a Quarren man, curled his words at the end when he made note of her pink skin. Those in the immediate vicinity shifted their eyes towards the young woman, perhaps not expecting to see one of her kind here. Keeping her eyes steeled forward, the Zeltron and her companion made their way towards the stage, following the slave trader and his most recently sold wares back to the holding area. It was then where she turned to Jae, both brows quirked.

“I don’t have pheromones.”

Being a mix had its boons and banes, but Yula’s blood was too diluted to give her much of the tell-tale Zeltron biology. No pheromones, only one liver. The flush of her pink skin was the only outward sign of her heritage. On the flip side, her brother Alan didn’t look the least bit pink. Something in her, deep down, was amused by Jae.

The holding area was something of a partially underground warehouse, occupied by about a dozen slaves. Two guards were posted at the only door, and there was a window at the far end of the room. Yula’s eyes found Jae’s, and she flicked her gaze to toward the guards, figuring that was enough to answer his earlier request of “Just tell me who to shoot”. With that, her focus shifted to the slaver that was walking in front of them, his back turned.

Quick as a flash, Yula covered his mouth with one hand and drew her blade across his throat with the other.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Allies: ORC [member="Jaeson Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"]
Enemies: Sharukans, Yuuzhan'tar underworld

And then a Sharukan patrol called in as reinforcements to attempt getting deeper into the compound fired at her. Using the Force to accelerate herself enough to dodge the incoming fire, she managed to cause the enemy to narrowly miss her. It was then that she tried to return fire, while aiming for the pelvic area. Once again, a near-miss that went between the legs of the Sharukan being aimed at, but impacted on the wall right behind him. The detonation also took the Sharukans on patrol off-guard, killed by the blast of Umbaran electromagnetic plasma burting from behind them. And shards of the wall were flying all over them, stabbing others in the hall, Sharukan or slaver, and also leaving behind a puff of smoke. With that said, Griet knew she was closing in on her main objective: the bodies of the slaver kingpins. That, even though the slaver mooks brought to the safehouse by ambulance could still be allowed to live, if only so that they could face the consequences of their actions. She moved deeper into the compound, even if it meant hiding in the slave pits for a bit before resuming the search for the kingpin bodies.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"Insurgents have breached the hangar bay," one of Overseer Zal's officers reported in the Sharuka's native language, but Mynock had something of a knack for language and he had spent months as a prisoner of war. He understood far more than he let on, "The Testoran are falling back to defend amidship."

"An irritation, nothing more," the regent seemed genuinely unconcerned, "Contain them for now. I will see to their undoing when we are finished here. Have our agents on the surface located the weapon?"

"There has been no contact since they breached the site."

"And we cannot send another team until we retake the hangar," Zal finished for the other alien, scowling this team and glaring in Mynock's direction. In Basic this time, he cried out, "They task me! But I shall have them."

Before he could inflict any more suffering on the Underground agent at his mercy, the Overseer was interrupted with news from their forces in the Kal'Shebbol system. Shock drained the vigor from his expression, before it came flushing back in a rage.

"Heavy losses?!" Dubrillion was able to make out the overseer's outcry, for the first time since the autocrat had captured him Zal seemed wholly unrestrained, "The battle was all but ours! I gave the order to launch troop transports less than half an hour ago!"

Mynock couldn't make out the officer's response, but he saw they were now both gesturing at one of the Sharuka's holographic projections. It appeared to be a ship, and one that the well traveled Dubrillion had seen before. He struggled to make sense of what was going on, and was starting to get the chilling impression that he was overhearing something momentous. He struggled not to give his surprise away, but it was too late. Zal had caught the flash of recognition in his eyes, and before he could do anything about it Mynock was being dragged bodily up to the hologram.

"This species," Zal's voice was like fire and ice, "You recognize them?"

"I...I can't be certain-"

The Overseer slammed his head against the holodisplay. Blood filled his vision from the gash now in his scalp.

"Ssi'ruuvi!" Mynock cried out, "At least, I think. I don't understand, what do you care about the Imperium? They never come out this way, the First Order has always kept them under control."

He caught the subtle glance pass between both aliens, and Dubrillion got the sense that he was missing a piece to this puzzle.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Kimiko Taiyō"]​

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Yuuzhan'tar Orbit​

Hangar of the Tyrax
Objective: The Beheading
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[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kimiko Taiyō"] | [member="Mynock Dubrillion"]


"Yes... May the Force be with us," Cam answered Coren Starchaser, giving the Corellian an assured nod as well as one to Kimiko Taiyo; the other Master she had the honor to work with on this mission.

The Guardian stepped forward with her lightsaber in hand, then as the boarding ramp lowered the blue-hued Twi'lek was the first down placing herself in front of the troopers. Cambria's cerulean-colored blade came to life with a snap-hiss just as blaster bolts greeted the new arrivals.

She skillfully batted the initial fire incoming back at the enemy senders therefore creating a screen of protection for the troopers to exit the Tachyon Rising behind her in relative safety. This allowed them to work as a team taking on the Tyrax's hangar bay security. It was something the Jedi Knight enjoyed doing with the NFU soldiers.

It didn't take long to dispatch the Tyrax's sent welcome wagon as the rescue team worked together as one. Cambria shut down her lightsaber as the last of the Sharuka were taken care of with a satisfied twitch of her lekku.

"I would say the Overlord needs to work on his hospitality, hmm?" she jested lightly, golden eyes filled with mirth as they regrouped for the next stage of their mission to rescue Mynock Dubrillion.

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective: Breaker of Chains
Location: Yuuzhan’tar Underworld
With: [member="Yula Perl"]

Uhg. Jae felt his cheeks flush and resented every second of it. No pheromones? How embarrassing. looking up from his data pad he glanced again at the girl trying to play it cool, trying to recover some semblance of dignity. As he glanced and evaluated the young woman, in a way eerily reminiscent of some of the slavers he'd seen, he felt her claim to be dubious. Internal he could feel his heart beating in his chest, feel the red in his cheeks and bit back a quick retort. The girl moved into action, a knife flicking from her wrist to hold the man in jeopardy.

The nod worked, and Jae knew what to do although not how to do it. Were they trying to be silent? Should he just shoot? Bitterly he reflected on how 'Uncle Damian' would have known what to do. Normally the answer would have been yes,start blasting away and see what happens, but Yula hadn't done that and seemed to be.... no time to dwell.

Jae shot forward taking his hand and thrusting up at the first guard at the door using a Teräs Käsi he learned recently. The second guard shifted in his spot and attacked, youth turned to intercept the hook closing the distance and shooting a knee into the mans side just below the ribs causing him to buckle over and allowing Jae to finish the knockout with a second knee directed at the guards head. The blow landed with a satisfying crunch. The man collapsed like a ragdoll.

Looking at the handy work he confirmed the first man had been downed by his surprise blow, writing on the floor from the strike but nearing recovery, and finished him with a solid kick. Despite what the proverb was you should always kick an enemy while he's down. With the two guards down Jae sauntered over to Yula, suddenly jealous of the slaver wrapped in her ... no that was weird. Stop. "Could have given me a bit more warning" he said pulling the blaster from it's holster and preparing himself for whatever came next, even more dubious of the girls claimed lack of pheromones. "So what we get him to open the pens and then make a run for it?" that seemed like a bad plan. Jae had a lightsaber on his belt but he wasn't particularly good with it, and definitely not good enough to cover a group of fleeing former slaves without leaving himself utterly exposed. Still this wasn't the type of job he normally went for.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective: Breaker of chains
Allies: [member="Jaeson Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"]
Enemies: Sharukans, Yuuzhan'tar underworld

As the firefight continued all over the compound, there were many dead slavers as well as Sharukan troopers, strewn all over the place. The firefight reduced in intensity with each combatant or otherwise disabled. However, she would rather wait for the right opportunity to hit those Sharukans and run for the bodies afterward. She edged closer to the grand prize, the bodies of those slaver kingpins, but she needed a hoversled that acted as a stretcher to get the final part done. Or maybe a wheeled trash bin. Actually, there weren't any injured slavers left on-site; by now, the Sharukans tried to kill the slavers clean whenever it was feasible, even if it meant firing at them twice. Hurry now, before Sharukan reinforcements make my life, and the slaves', impossible, she thought, realizing also that there were some slaves to save, and not just take out the slaver kingpin. Yet, there were also some gangsters en route from other parts of the slave market preparing to engage and intercept any Sharukan reinforcements, and, maybe, another Talz gang, too. Now that the path to the bodies was cleared...

 

[Peyton Steele]

The blonde made her way through what could be said to be a city. Yuuzhan’tar was still foreign to her. The technology didn’t work right with her own, and she was hoping that she could at least get photographs. Unlike everyone else, she … assumed she had ended up near Knigot-Val, the military city. It was… definitely something to watch out for. Vongtech differed from everything else she was used to, but this one… well, she wanted to provide data to the powers that be.

She had known she was looking out of place, and while stealing snapshots? Yes, it was getting her attention, and not any of it was really wanted. She shook her head and began thinking to herself yeah… maybe I should stick to the fringe of the city. A quick turn, as two blue skinned Vong approached her. She felt their eyes on her.

The lithe agent was not speeding up, but neither was her tail. She was really not hoping to cause a scene, but all the same, she tapped her wrist top datapad to warm her ship up. Another corner, and she would see the gate.

She just hoped they weren’t armored, or her batons wouldn’t do what she was hoping.