The Red Tide Rises ( Galactic Alliance Dominion of Keres I )

[Tobias Wrynn]

[05]

Wrynn continued his ascent at the behest of Major Raith. The rugged terrain went on seemingly forever and the sounds of insanity behind him sobered the Mercenary. To their credit, the Alliance most likely had not anticipated anything of this magnitude. He had never seen anything like it outside horror stories. These were the sort of creatures parents told their children tall tales about before bed at night, then laughed about to their friends over drinks. In retrospect, the assumed normalcy of parental terrorism now seemed inhumane. He wondered if those people had ever seen monsters like this, or if they would still joke about them if they had.

Most youths grew up genuinely believing otherworldly horrors did not exist. Wrynn now understood how much of a lie that was. "I'm getting a faint signal," he huffed into the comm as a blip of chatter blinked across his HUD. "I'm going to try to bring up the message. Eight," he designated the number of seconds it would take to isolate the stream of radio waves, "seven, six, five-"

Unexpectedly, the feed screamed into both his ears. "Someone," the voice implored. The chilling sounds of slaughter permeated the backdrop, screams and blaster fire etched themselves into his memory forever. "Anyone, if you can hear this message, please, you have to help us." Wrynn pressed forward with the overwhelming and cryptic message blaring in his ears. He diverted the comm over so that the remainder of his unit could hear as well. "Everyone has gone crazy," the voice hissed, and it sounded for a moment like she was attempting to hide. "At first, we didn't fully understand. The sky went dark. Hours when we should have had full sunlight looked no different from midnight. Clouds of green and reddish starlight became our constant, and we had no contact with the outside world. Our technology went dead on us- as I am recording this message, we have only just resumed radio activity. Several distress signals failed, and what spaceworthy vehicles we had were loaded up with civilian women and children and scattered to whatever worlds they could find."

Wrynn narrowed his eyes as he came to the top of the plateau. The Biodomes crafted specifically for habitation of hostile environments were incredibly resilient things. It took an immense amount of duress to break through one- like orbital bombardment, or an ill fated meteorite crash. Never did the Sniper imagine he would see one in such disrepair. The transparisteel was cracked and shattered across the plateau like an egg after hatching. WIthin, the faux environment had withered and turned into a husk of once-rich flora, and Wrynn's optics detected skeletal remains strewn over the outer perimeter. "I can't describe," she continued, her voice just barely more than a whisper, "the hell we endured for months after the sky turned black. The livestock, the animals... they changed first..."

He shuddered and his eyes shut for a heartbeat.

"...at first, they ripped each other apart, until only the strongest of them remained," she explained, "they were mindless. They were..." A high pitched scream interrupted the stream, and Wrynn winced as the sound pierced his eardrums. He took a ragged breath, strode forward toward the dome slowly, then stopped short of the structure. "We were without a means of processing new food, and our rations were expended. The hungriest of us started to behave irregularly first. Signs of moral depravity and base survival instinct became increasingly prevalent. As their drive to live became an obsession, the... the power of that place... it changed them."

The voice trailed off. Wrynn skimmed the surrounding area carefully, then pinpointed the blinking beacon on a tower atop the facility. "There," he pointed. Strange sobbing overtook the broadcast, and slowly it shifted into depraved laughter. Tobias glanced toward the Jedi, twin blades carving a path through the one time denizens of this world. It was a strange, sobering realization.

"Where the hell are the survivors?" Draco inquired as he peered into the biodome. "I don't see anyone, and there are no signs that this place has been inhabited in a long time."

"Draco," Tobias spoke calmly. "These are the survivors."

"What the kriff."

Immediate:​

[member="Gideon Raith"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Amnon"]​

 

[Kaili Talith]

It was night. The darkness shrouded the planet with an uncomfortable aura yet it was pierced by the occasional specks of orange shining in the distance. Dust, ash and gravel crunched beneath the soles of her boots as Kaili made her way towards a rather unremarkable canyon. had been waiting for this for a while now. Several weeks of fruitless data searches finally brought her a small clue as to where she had to go. Keres I was not exactly known for much of anything, at least not anymore, but once upon a time it had been the home to a secret Imperial Base that housed prototype tech that had been forgotten since long ago. If her suspicions were correct it was fair to assume that this place had been scoured and abandoned a long while ago, but that didn’t mean she was supposed to just pack her bags and give up. She didn’t need the rumored ‘Megadrive’ they had around her or the ‘Overcharged Plasma Cell.’ What Kaili needed was co-ordinates, and if ever there was a place to find them, a long abandoned imperial outpost was it.

She went armored for this one if for no other reason than because it provided her with the tools that she needed, breathing mask included. The grappling hook attached itself to a nearby rock and with a gentle tug Kaili made sure she was good to go. A deep breath filled her lungs with well-filtered air before she began her descent. The wire tensed up yet something felt wrong. The further down she got, the lighter she felt. She was descending at a speed that wasn’t what she was used to. For a second she stopped yet to her great surprise she was still in a slow descent. Her eyes darted up to the top only to notice that the very rock that she had attached herself to was ever so slowly creeping towards the edge.

Her lips thinned and her face turned pale. The rock rounded the ledge and in an instant the girl would feel the winds blow through her hair as she plummeted towards the ground. Her arms and legs flailed. Panic kicked into twelfth gear and before Kaili knew any better she felt her right arm and side catch the entirety of her fall. Air burst from her lungs, a coughing fit ensued. Eyes opened wide in panic, legs pushed for a roll in order to dodge the incoming boulder. It missed her, but it didn’t stop. The wire tensed up once more and without any further ado Kaili ignited her saber to cut herself loose.

The cyan blade set her free. Kaili was free to heave for the breath that she so desperately needed. Back to the rocky ground she looked to her side.

She was still a mere few inches from the fall herself, but at least she was safe. For now.

“Too close.” She panted. “Far too close.”

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective:3 Check out a different distress becon (sorry late to the party been busy)
Post: 2

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As her troops drew closer to there objective, the troop carriers began to pull over. Ass they did her troops piled out, and began to take up a defensive position. They where unsure what laid ahead, so they where cautious. The housecarls began to form up, troops commanders where barking orders. As they got ready to advance, she sent scouts forward first. To check for traps, and the likes. As she waited, she made sure her dueling armour was tight. She did not want it digging in, when she was in combat. She always hated moments like this, unknown was ahead, and she hated the unknown. She took out her holocommunicator and asked, Has anyone seen anything yet? This was not aimed at her men, but the team who went for the other beacon. She hoped they could shed light on what was ahead, and of not that would make her more nervous as they could wiped them out as well.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Gideon Raith"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member=Amnon] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]

"Alright Vyn, my stabilisation is shot so I can't come in slow. I'll go for shock and awe, you linger and cover their retreat to that plateau. Then we burn the low ground."

Asmus finished his slow turn beyond the treeline. He kept one eye on the holodisplay that showed the distance between his fighter and the terrain. Just twenty metres.

His fighter came over for another pass. He dipped the nose and fired repulsors and just a touch of reverse thrust together. The fighter followed an odd path, but the stream of laser cannon fire was true, gouging a scar into the ground and bringing another charge of sithspawn to a halt.​

 

[Elaine Thul]

Post: 3
Objective: 3

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As elaine troops took position, and her scouts had advanced. She had no news from the others on the planet, this made her more nervous. Though it could be they just never got it, as her local comms where down as well. She waited nervously as her scouts to report back, they where creeping forward. Then taking cover, time was not an issue here, making sure they came back in fuller number was an issue. Patience however was not one of Elaine's strong points, and she was was starting to pace up and down a bit. She then leant against the vehicle, and closed her eyes started to count to ten one, two three, four, five,six, seven, eight, nine, ten. It calmed her down a little, as she looked at her scouts, a message came in We are approaching cave entrance now. Then silence, she and her team waited with baited breath........

 

[Liliane]

[ 17 ]

"Thank you!" the girl said after taking the lightsaber from the boy. "You were pretty good with it. Didn't know you've had any training at all." She struggled to talk due to the pain she tried so hard to get rid of. She could feel the flesh moving and the subtle change in her cells, but she was unable to affect it seriously. Oh what she would have given to be a Healer.

Maybe next time she would have to take one with her when going on a mission.

Just a few more minutes, maybe even less before they would be taken away and brought to the healers. She didn't really wait for that, mainly because she had no idea how serious her wounds were. She just didn't want to stop her fight against the Dark Side of the Force.

"But I actually meant -- any serious injuries?"

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] ]

 

[Ava Solborne]

[ 18 ]

It was time for Ava to move now. She couldn't stay on the planet for long anymore -- there were malevolent creatures everywhere and the fact that the Galactic Alliance had turned up didn't make her feel a lot more secure. She didn't like the lightsided faction, even though they governed her home planet. She just didn't like how they purged people who tapped into their traditions.

There was no other way to shape elements than to use the Dark Side, which the Alliance shamelessly forbade. Now she was left with no home whatsoever, as she could not practice her religion anywhere in the faction's territory.

She put the fire out and rose to her feet. Her next destination was wherever -- she didn't really pick places to go to. She ended up wherever she ended up being and she just winged it. If the planet suited her needs, she remained there for longer. If not, she left sooner or later. By so far, she had not found a planet she would have liked being on.

"We'll meet again soon, Fire," she said. Every planet she stayed on, she lighted a fire to meet again with the one thing she considered holy. She found believing in fire to be more natural than believing in the Force -- something that nobody could even see.

Fire could have been seen and heard, as well as felt, unlike the Force.

 

[Republic Engineering]

All across the various tactical screens affixed before her, Astarii devoured whatever information she could in regards to the status of the operation. Contact with several units on the ground had been spotty at best; the encroaching storm had proven to be quite tiresome when signals were laced with deafening bouts of static. However, from what had been deciphered, they had made contact with some creature on the surface. A garbled transmission, after it had been cleared up by the ship's communication's expert, had identified what exactly they were facing upon the hellish crags of Keres I, and the answer chilled the Hapan's blood. Sithspawn. That was impossible. They scanned the planet thoroughly when they first arrived in System. The World was dead! Surely these creatures would've been picked out by the astral telemetry as odd variances in the System's thermals. Pulling up their preliminary scans and scouring through the data once again, she let out a frustrated sigh. How could this have happened? These beasts were all but invisible to their long range scanners. Was this some new type of Soldier that the Sith were breeding? Had they chosen this alien world, not only due to its location but because it was rife with demonic energies? So many questions, but never enough answers.

Pushing away the patched together information, Astarii stalked the near silent deck of the Warship's bridge. Her boots thundered off the deck as she walked with her arms folded behind her back, and with the sound reverberating in her skull - she felt the blade of sorrow knife further and further into her heart. The Eidolon was slain above Coruscant, and though it died in battle, the pain of loss was still a venomous barb that festered within her very soul. Just the difference in pitch, the sound of her polished leather boots kissing the deck, had been enough to be a painful reminder. That and the Kerrigan-Class Star Defender didn't have a Command Throne like her beloved Indomitable, so she was forced to pace about the tactical display. It was terrible!

Pursing her lips, the Captain did what she could to clear her mind. She had a crisis on her hands, and stewing about the loss of her prized vessel wasn't going to help. And after several thunderous beats of her raging heart, serenity had been restored. The 'In Midnight Clad' wasn't a terrible ship, and she had it where it counted - but it would take some time before her new Captain became accustomed to the strange layout of the bridge.

"Comms," She said aloud, turning her attention towards the officer at his bulkhead bound terminal. "Get the Captain's of the Shrike and Imura on the line, inform them they'll be making orbital insertion within the hour. I want their Gunships and marines ready to withdraw our forces should things get too hairy."

"Aye, ma'am!"

At least the Crew was proving themselves more than capable, she thought with an infectious smile.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Her fingertips burrowed into the loose layer of ash and grime as her hands curled up into a pair of fists. She brought herself onto her stomach, rolled away from the edge of the cliff and put herself on both her forearms and knees. The smell of dust overwhelmed her. She had to get the world to stop its violent spinning. She coughed once, twice, thrice and with a gentle push of the ground — and a displeased groan — Kaili found herself back on her feet. A hand ran down her side as she patted herself for any potential injury. Her entire body hurt, but at least she could stand, her legs were okay. Bruised, but okay. Her hand moved up to cover her mouth to hold back a coughing fit. The taste of copper set on her tongue. Kaili withdrew her hand from her lips and found herself staring at specks of crimson colored fluids. Her eyes opened wide in shock.

“Not goo-” Slime filled her airway. The girl coughed again before spitting it at the ground. “Not good.”

She looked up at the ledge again to estimate her fall. It looked like three stories at most, two stories at best.

“Allyson,” Kaili tried to speak over her intercom. “Allyson, do you read?”

Problem was, the thing was busted. Not dead, but certainly busted. Whatever transmission that reached over the comms was most likely filled with a generous amount of feedback. Kaili lowered the device and looked at it lying flat in her palm. There was nothing she could do, not from here. Her eyes set on the entrance to the outpost. Her feet found their way forward, albeit with a stagger as she clenched her hand by her left side.

“I found it.” She coughed. “We found it.”

“Just like I said we would.”

She made no mention of broken ribs. That one would have to wait until later.

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location-Keres I-Somewhere
Objective-Seek The Truth/Stay Alive
Allies-Galactic Alliance
{3}

The Jedi came to a stop, slowing his breathing down a little bit as a mile or two had been gone through as he stood next to the side of a mountainous structure as he took refuge with the astro droid speeding behind him. Kahne chuckled lightly as he looked down to the droid and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, it's not so bad things could be worse." Kahne knelt down on one knee for a a few moments to regain his bearings and took a small drink of water from the canteen before it was place back in the small pack that he had. The Jedi narrowed his eyes towards the astro droid after a series of beeps and whistles emitted from him. "What are you picking up?" Kahne inquired as he stood up as he glanced around.

"Well, let's hope they are friendly." The Jedi muttered under his breath, as the his astro droid was picking reading of lifeforms closing in on them rather quickly. The Jedi set his pack off to the side as he stared off into the distance and there he could see them, charging his way. Kahne scoffed slightly as he looked down to his Astro droid and shook his head. "I would find some cover my friend." The Jedi took a deep breath as his hand reached for his lightsaber.

"They aren't friendly..."

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Since Kaili hadn’t finished the armor that Allyson was supposed to be wearing at this moment, so instead she was wearing her usual attire with a couple of blasters strapped to her thighs. Leaning back against one of the trees she held a comm to her ear and listened for anything from the rogues or from Kaili. Of course her focus was Kaili instead of the Rogues for this mission. Groaning she silenced the comm with them for the time being and decided to just do the work she had volunteered to do with Kaili. In the end, Kaili was her employer and paid way better than the Galactic Alliance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Radio silence on both ends left Allyson with her own thoughts. She should have been in the skies with the other rogues, but she requested vacation or something along those lines. This was quite the vacation…no not really. Allyson sighed softly and then she heard the sound of falling and the clunk of Kaili in her armor hitting the bottom or something like that. Pushing from the tree she moved towards where Kaili had descended into. Poking her head down the shaft she blinked and called out to the woman in the hole. “Kaili!? KAILI?!” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]The shaft was deep and remembering quickly, Allyson sat at the edge of the shaft and fiddled the transmission’s waves to hopefully get something. The transmission cracked and Allyson ripped the comm from her ear and began to fiddle with it attempting to strengthen the signal the best she could by means of the Force. It didn’t provide much, but she was able to catch bits of the transmission for the most part. Tilting her head, she smirked knowing that Kaili was alright, but something didn’t feel right about everything. Grabbing one of the ropes, she situated herself just above the entrance of the drop down. Allyson rummaged through her side pocket and pulled out her breather. Once ready she quickly dropped down and landed safely and without any injury near Kaili. The radio signal strengthened and Allyson spoke, “So what did you find?” [member="Kaili Talith"][/SIZE]

 

[LT-137]

Soldier's were simple things. They're taught the tenets of Honor and Sacrifice. That all they've learned, will lead them down the darker path, whose only end was death- either their own or their enemies. No matter the flag they fight for or the people they strive to protect, in some ways, that's all a Soldier's honestly trained for; To undo the work of Gods. To take life, where only the Force can give it. Thus, as the surging tidal wave of flesh sought to steal his life, Gideon unleashed his righteous fury into the swarm. Bolts of coruscating lightning tore through the alchemical flesh, riddling their malformed bodies with smoldering holes. Corpses dropped, yet more and more had taken their place. They clambered over the dead as if they were nothing, in some cases mutilating those that lay dying, so others could charge up the incline unhindered. The sight was horrifying, and would've broken the former Stormtrooper were he a weaker man. Instead, he swallowed his rising terror and channeled it to his feet. The sensation kept him rooted in place and kept his aim true. He knew no fear - only Death.

In his moment of acceptance, as the swarm threatened to overwhelm him, a Jedi had come. Clad in the armor of his blackened kin, and brandishing plasmatic blades of brilliant twilight and virescent silver the figure surged forth into the red tides, slaying monsters with every step. Gideon was amazed at the fluidity of his movements, the perfect blend of precision and skill, yoked to a singular purpose. The Danse Macabre. Mesmerized by the sight, the Soldier had almost dry-cycled his weapon as the Repeater's charge depleted. With the subtle pulse of energy tensing behind his augmented vision, the Balmorran withdrew his attentions from the Warrior-Monk and withdrew another power cell. Swapping it out with dextrous ease, Gideon slowly began to backpedal towards the cliff. He had finally realized what the Jedi had said before he became a whirlwind of violence. The words were lost in the tempest of hatred, and as they found their way back into his graces - the Soldier made his fighting withdrawal.

Though, Gideon never considered it to be akin to retreating. The mere thought of fleeing from a fight had chaffed at his pride. This, This was merely a tactical redeployment - moving to a place where his efforts would be better suited.

Once within arm's reach of the rocky outcropping, Gideon swung the repeater across his shoulder and mag-locked the heavy weapon to his armor. With both of his hands-free, he began his ascent, knowing full well that the hand-holds that his comrades used would not support his weight - thus made his own by punching into the knapped ridge. Fresh agonies tore through his frame as the man climbed the cliff-face, stopping every few moments to toss a glance back at the Jedi weaving a beauteous pattern of death amongst the encroaching Sithspawn. As he reached the precipice, the armor-clad soldier felt the earth give way, and his grip had slipped. Clenching his hand into a fist and forcing the knuckle-bound vibroblade to eject from his gauntlet, the Major slammed his fist home into the Obsidian crag.

Braced and able to compensate for where the planet had given way, he was able to mount the lip of the rocky ledge and roll onto more stable ground. Rousing himself from the cinnamon dusted soil, his senses were assaulted by the sounds of Tobias' rising horror and the booming echoes of a Starfighter stitching the surface with deafening cannonade. So, the Rogues hadn't crashed; He thought as his eyes followed the projected path of allied craft. Stifling the urge to chuckle, Gideon withdrew his repeater and slowly moved towards the surviving members of the Recon team. As he drew closer, their words had become clearer, and almost instantly he had known of the source of their disgust.

They had managed to reconstruct the signal pulsating from the beacon and revealed the barbarity that transpired long before the Alliance's arrival. Listening in, the Major had felt his gorge rise. It reminded him of how he had come to the Alliance in the first place. Of how his Sith Master had experimented on his Brothers in Arms, turning them into monsters that beggared belief and stretched his understanding of reality. However, while the demons of the past had threatened to steal what remained of his resolve, Gideon snarled in the silence of his helm. He wouldn't let his past consume him in the present. What would've been the point of all that time spent in rehabilitation? It would cheapen the choice he made and challenged everything he was at the core.

Thus, when the sickening revelation came, that these beasts were the mutated husks of the populace, he kept his tone low and measured.

"Then we give them the Mercy they deserve. There is nothing we can do here for them. Slay them all, so when those disparate natives are found, they can rebuild their world in peace."

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Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Julius Sedaire"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Amnon"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]​

 

[Julius Sedaire]

There was a difference between Julius and other Jedi that at once brought him closer to those he devoted his life to the service of, and further from those of his 'own kind' as someone had once told him. And that was the perception of what his gifts gave him, and what they meant. To him, all who lacked such a perspective in some way lacked a certain core essential of being a Jedi. If others deemed him rogue because of it, then so be it. In his mind he knew the truth of the matter, and a man who is convinced he knows the truth needs no salvation but his own. The fighting became a dull pattern as he gave himself over to the Force, letting it direct him in the moment.

Anchored firmly in the present, pain flared with a claw pierced his gut, blood splashing across his armor, but his face did not change as the monster ducked out of range. Instead the one lightsaber was dropped into the boot sheath he had hastily rigged, and with a twist of the handle, Julius ushered out a surprise that would take others aback. The lightsaber telescoped out, being of the now truly ancient tehcnology of the Echani, a molecular compression of the metal the blade was made out of. Several creatures dropped back a singular moment as the purple blade grew into a pike, and Julius used the time to begin cutting himself a swathe back towards where Gideon had redeployed to, his mind given over to the Force again, dancing through enemies, even if his movement was stiffer now from injuries.

Searing pain made him grimace as something ripped into his helmet and took it off, slashing open the left side of his face, and his only thing that kept him anchored and not giving into the pain and sudden rage were his thoughts from earlier. A Force User is a servant of the people, imbued with incredible power by the very essence of Life. And imbued with that power to protect and ward others, in whatever that way may best be for the individual. And Julius was a warrior, if nothing else. Ever since he had become a Padawan, it had been drilled into him that his life was not his own in a very unique way. His was a life of the peoples, to keep them safe. Perhaps sometime he strayed from that, but he would not forget it. Maybe others would decry his ways of serving, but that was there issue, not his.

Spinning the haft of the weapon around the back and to the front, he screamed challenge at the beasts, roaring their own darkness back into them. Something in their brains realized it, but still they fought on madly, insensibly, but the press was almost calculated. Designed to try and bring him down and destroy him bit by bit, rather than overwhelm him with numbers. Now Julius truly began to fight, his skill at Ataru blending into the chaos of Vapaad, his arms blurring as he worked the pike in sweeps and stabs, using both ends of the weapon like a blazing dervish, giving ground and blood at ever turn, but all to a purpose. Any moment now and he would be in range and able to extract himself.

Suddenly he drew on the darkness around him, the darkness within himself, the Force itself as a burning light, and crouched, spinning the blade like a primitive aircraft rotor. Limbs and bodies dropped, and only one manage to score a hit on Julius, a nasty bite to the meat of his left shoulder, before Julius simply wasn't there. The fabric of space, for those temporally and spatially inclined, seemed to fuzz and wrinkle, and he appeared inches from the edge of the rise the rest were on. A quick stab of the saber and he heaved himself up over the ledge and promptly let go of the saber, chest heaving as he dropped to a knee, handing splaying out to catch himself and keep his body upright, free hand clutching the bloody wound on his abdomen.

Looking up, he tried his best to smile through the pain, looking as his lightsaber shrank back down to a single handed hilt.

"I really hope one of you lot has some whiskey..."

No... Not your average Jedi... Not at all...

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Gideon Raith"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member=Amnon] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]​

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Gideon Raith"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member=Amnon] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]​

Overhead: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]​

 

[Varien Moxla]

[13]

The Kiffar shrugged his shoulders. Face tattoos stretching underneath his mask as he grinned at the compliment. Perhaps she even saw the sparkle of his amethyst eyes from behind the thing that concealed his face. Was he glad to have impressed someone who was already apart of the New Jedi Order? Most likely.

There was a difference between being arrogant and expecting praise than when you actually got praise because you deserved it.

Of course, it also served to ego-stroke to some degree.

"I do have training, just not with an actual lightsabre," he said with a low chuckle. "I was planning on being a Guardian of Kiffu," he explained. Blinking, he figured that she wouldn't know what they were. "They guard the prison planet, Kiffex and enforce the law on Kiffu." He sighs as he shrugs. "One day maybe," he said wistfully.

He remained in his thoughts when she clarified her meaning. But he only shook his head at her with a lopsided grin on his face.

"I know what you meant. I told you didn't I?"

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective:3 Check out a different distress beacon(sorry late to the party been busy)
Post: 4

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Her scouts reported back, there where sith spawn ahead, a whole nest of them. First reports indicate these where not giant sith spawn, but none the less they where sith spawn, and need destroying. The troops began to move forward, and behind them the vehicles trundled along. The plasma caster where in front, as they could stop any rush from cave mouth in fiery death. The scouts pulled back to make a kill zone at the entrance to the cave, and when they got into position. It was time to make some noise, as it was better for them to do a disorganise rush towards them, than they rush into the cave. She gave an order, Fire the some crowd control grenade into the cave, let's get them to come to us. Everyone ready on my mark.........OPEN FIRE! Her troops open fire into the cave, the banging noise from the grenades, and then a you could hear thousand of terrible things rushing towards them. Her troops where in firing lines, this is what she wanted, all they had to do now was hold there nerve......

 

[Kaili Talith]

“That.” Kaili said and pointed towards the grand gate before them. “We found the door.”

Kaili hid her limp and proceeded to walk towards the grand metal pillars. Her hand wanted to grab her side again but she held it back. By now her entire side was covered in dust. Black-brown spots where her face had rolled through the ashes and sands of a civilization long gone. Which was to say there had been much more than an Imperial outpost around here. There had not. The rust adorned metal plating and duracrete floors left very little in the way of an impressionable appearance, but that was usually how it was with old and ancient ruins.

The girl put her breather back on again and continued her approach towards the ruin. For each step she took there was subtle stagger. She tried to suppress it but in the end you could only dull so little pain without the proper knowledge and technique. Her left hand was curled into a tight ball but her right remained by her side, waving as if this walk was anything but painful. She had to think on something else. Kaili needed something to keep her mind on the matter at hand and her injuries second.

“Imperia-” Cough-cough-cough. “-s used this as a communications array or pro-” Cough. “-xy.”

“It’s long since been abandoned, I hope.” Kaili continued her subtly staggered walk towards the door. “I want that damn power generator.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Devyn Lynton]

[ 19 ]

<< Rogue Seventeen, you are without a command. >> came in a voice from the command. << The evacuation ship has arrived. Escort it to the victims, safely. >>

[ Roger that. ] Devyn said, taking a little turn with his fighter to fly towards the incoming evacuation ship. He didn't know why he would be given the command when he could have had more important stuff to do, such as fighting creatures of the hell for example. He hadn't joined the Rogue Squadron with the idea of being the escort to evacuation ships.

Uh, well, guess everybody had to start somewhere.

"I don't like this," he spoke, now to his astromech. "Why don't I ever get to do anything awesome? Why don't I get to kill sithspits?" The boy's speech of disappointment was followed up with a series of beeps from the droid, laughing at the Rogue. At times, he though he had been given the most annoying astromech ever.

"Don't you laugh at me. I'm serious"

Even more beeps.

"Whatever."

He soon made it to the ship, after which he turned around to fly parallel to the ship. He wouldn't want to wander off too far from the evacuation ship, but he also didn't want to remain too close to it, so he decided to just fly some ten metres ahead of the ship and escort it to the victims.

"Don't worry, peeps. We're coming," he said to himself as they started to near the ones called [member="Varien Moxla"] and [member="Lilin Imperieuse"].

 

[Progflaw99]

Keres I, Orbit
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Rogue Squadron
Enemies: Unidentified

A lone T-70 streaked across space, loosely following the curve of the planet's atmosphere as it's engines flared. He'd been assigned last minute, more of an afterthought really. Truthfully, the lead had forgotten about their newest initiate. Vale had heard the alarm and managed to be one of the first pilots to his assigned bay only to find his ship had yet to be fueled and prepped for launch. As he'd looked around the hangar, he watched as all the other pilots climbed into their cockpits and were given the all clear. In a mild state of bewilderment, he saw them all depart, some arcing visibly downward towards the planet, a trio of fighters climbing in a more linear manner out towards space. Still seeing no crew nearby, he set down his flight helmet on a nearby toolbox and began moving containers and sleds out of the way. From what it looked like, the crew may not even have known they'd gotten a replacement for the last pilot. Quickly he cleared the bay around the T-70, hefting a fueling hose by himself up to the appropriate port on the starfighter.

As the process came to an end, he once more climbed up and began to disconnect hoses and tubes. Just as he was descending from a ladder, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye; that's when he heard the laughter. Standing behind him was, what he assumed to be, the hangar crew assigned to this particular T-70. They didn't seem to believe their eyes, a pilot, their pilot had actually gotten up on a ladder and started prepping his own ship! A man with a particularly long nose and pinched face spoke to him.

"Hey boy, guess yer the replacement. Sorry about that, didn't get word we'd gotten a replacement. I take it she's ready to go then, eh chief?"

Another chuckle escaped the man's thin frame. Vale sighed, brushing past the man and retrieving his helmet from the toolbox where he'd left it. Turning back to the man, he bit his tongue. Better to let this one go... If this man was his crew chief, he couldn't afford to step on the wrong toes, unless he wanted trouble in the future. Offering his gloved hand, he introduced himself.

"Vale Endriss, Just got transferred over from Blue Squadron. You're the chief I take it?"

The thin man nodded and took Vale's hand in a firm grip.

"Sure am, Trill Xendo at yer service. Looks like you've done the job for us this time, eh chief? Better get on up there..." he said, pointing to the cockpit. "Rogue isn't too fond of late-comers. We'll get you out there, lickety split."

Vale took his words to heart, quickly climbing up the ladder into the cockpit. Practically throwing himself into it, he settled in. Tightly strapping on his helmet, he reached out, initializing the power switches and getting ready for launch. Below him, the crew removed what little debris there was left between the T-70 and the launch sequence. As Vale took stock of the control panel in front of him, a hydraulic hiss-snap from behind him indicated something... A series of sharp beeps and soft tones assaulted Vale's ears, causing him to flinch.

"Hey hey hey!" He shouted. "Pipe down back there, I know your'e excited." He took a deep breath. "Well, nice to meet you R8, that's what you want to be called?" Another series of beeps and chirps, slightly quieter this time. "Alright, well we'll figure something out I'm sure. I'm your new pilot, Vale." This time, rather than chirps or beeps, the R8 series astromech droid made a low squeal. Vale bit his lip. This was going to be difficult. It seemed as if the R8 droid wasn't particularly fond of this new pilot. Well, that was tough luck... maybe the droid would get used to him, at least he hoped so.

Below, the crew moved the T-70 into launch position and signaled the all clear. Vale switched on his HUD, an indicator now counting down to launch appeared. Adjusting the engine controls on his left he prepared for the initial shock of G forces to the body, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly. This was it. His first real mission with Rogue Squadron. He'd been designated as Rogue 8. Raw energy pulsed through his body, his fingers tingling with excitement. As the indicator reached zero he grinned.

The engines had roared to life as the T-70 was expelled from it's carrier ship, the nimble frame vibrating with the power of it's quad 5L5 Fusial Thrust Engines. As the engines ramped up, the T-70 had lurched forward, increasing its speed. It was one of the benefits of getting to fly one of the newer model X-wings, their technology was specifically designed to allow extremely fast acceleration. He'd launched with the S-foils joined, in cruise mode. Looking down at his comm panel, he saw that he'd been assigned Combat Air Patrol. From the mission briefing they'd gotten, it looked like most of the action was going to be planetside. His objective was to fly, more or less, an overwatch with Flight One, he'd be their fourth. They were to make sure nothing attacked their allies below, at least from above. Inputting a few commands, he spoke to the droid.

"R8, let's get on the right bearing, we're supposed to meet up with..." He was interrupted by a shrill chirp and a few errant beeps.

*Okay then... Guess I'll keep to myself.*

The droid had in no kind terms notified him that he was well aware of the mission guidelines as well as their objective. An indicator pinged on Vale's targeting screen. He was coming up quick on the flight. Hitting a few buttons he adjusted his comm frequency to the assigned Flight 1 channel. The lead on One Flight was listed as Rogue 11. Taking a short breath, he keyed up his mic.

:: Flight One Lead, this is Rogue 8. Joining your formation now, per assignment. ::

He was tempted to try and explain his tardiness, but it didn't matter, no one likely cared why he was late but that he was late. Besides, no one liked to hear excuses from the 'new guy'. He hadn't actually met any of the pilots of Rogue Squadron, at least not socially. He'd seen them at the mission briefing, but that was about it. He bit the inside of his cheek. Vale matched their speed and vector, mirroring their movements as he pulled up into the rear, completing the diamond formation. He nervously waited for a response.

 

[Liliane]

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"Whatever," Lilin muttered, not bothering to argue with the Padawan. She did not like his behaviour and attitude, but then again, she was sure he would learn over time. No undisciplined Jedi ever made it to the rank of Master, and that was most likely because such an attitude would be torn off of people during the training.

The girl took her hand off her shoulder, the whole palm and her fingers covered with blood. She wasn't scared of it -- it was a normal occurrence in the life of a Jedi who fought against the Dark.

And then she saw a ship.

"I... think that one is ours. Evacuation ship, I believe."

She leaned his hand on one of the nearby rocks as she rose to her feet.

"I just hope the others are OK as well."

The Master didn't have the energy to contact them just as of yet. She would do that after being taken to the evacuation ship. If they were injured as well, the ship could take them aboard as well.

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] ]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective:3 Check out a different distress beacon(sorry late to the party been busy)
Post: 5

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As host of sith spawn began to rush out of the caves, as they came out her plasma casters began to torch them. Her vehicles opened fire, and her troops followed suit. There ranks just got cut to pieces, and soon fell back to cave into cover. She sent troops in after them, with the plasma casters, to clear the route. They would not be able to stay in long though, as co levels would become too great, this could lead to her troops dying as well. She wanted to drive them back, so she could find out what else was in there. The cave was wide enough for her vehicles to take the lead, which meant her advance would have cover. The Thul Reapers mounted on the front would make short work, of any normal sithspawn that moved in towards her group. As her troops fell back, they took the front closely followed by her housecarls. She intend to drive them all abck to the beacon, and then find out what made these foul creatures, and kill it.....