Dominion The Ring and the Prince [Republic Dominon of Kuat/Alderaan Hex]

[Hoid Hallafax]

The Core Imperial Confederation once sought to rule the Core with its ideals of order and obedience without exception. However, without a single vision to hold them together after the disappearance of Tanomas Graf the confederation split in chaos. Various imperial warlords attempted to grab power, with most being pushed out of the core and deep core by the Greyson Imperium and into Corellian, now Republic space. However intelligence reports have indicated that one of the most powerful warlords, Star Marshall Cynthia Allucard, has been gathering forces in Kuat. An unaffiliated world with a long legacy of Imperial support. It was no wonder they caved to Imperial pressure after the Confederacy's invasion.​

But the Republic could not let this mass of Imperials go unanswered. A joint task force of Corellian and Republic vessels converged on the Kuat system. Once before the Corellians had attempted to stop the deployment of a powerful new Imperial weapon, this time they come to wipe the CIC from Kuat entirely, cutting off the head of their leader through capture or death...But Kuat has proven to be a bloody battle. Plans of the attack leaked to the CIC and their defenses proved sturdier than thought. The battle has been raging for nearly a day with no end in sight.


Elsewhere on Alderaan, rising senator Fable Solborne and Corellian senator Lisza Starseeker engage with delegates of the Royal Family to discuss terms of joining the Republic

Objective 1: The Battle of Kuat

Objective 2: Diplomacy talks at Alderaan

 

[Fable Solborne]

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Alderaan​

The time had come to solidify and begin bringing about the Republic. It was more than a chance of reorganizing the Corellian Confederation. The Republic was an opportunity to make the galaxy better and unite those who believed in democracy and liberty to join together. For that, they needed the support of key worlds. Alderaan was one. The world had a long history of democracy, negotiation, and peacekeeping. After her encounter with Theo Vereen on Kalist, she felt she owed Alderaan that much. It was a chance to pay back a debt and prove that they were for real.

She gave another look over her datapad to bring to the negotiations and strode from the shuttlecraft with Raona Cadera and the rest of the delegation. If they could secure the support of Alderaan, it would go a long way to proving their sincerity to the rest of the galaxy. That would be crucial to connect with the other galactic powers and start making the galaxy better. They could open negotiations with the Silver Jedi and Outer Planet Alliance. Trade deals and defense agreements. Some way to make a difference across the rest of the galaxy. Maybe unified law enforcement capabilities. Reform the Sector Rangers and spread them out. All were good opportunities to help make the galaxy better. Perhaps unite the galactic powers into a political and legal campaign against slavery in the Outer Rim and neutral worlds. They didn't need to expand across the galaxy to make the difference.

They just needed to start persuading people and that was what they were here to do. She followed along with the escorts as they led to the negotiation room. Hopefully Theo would be there and they could work together to argue the cause after what happened on Kalist with the CIC and Directorate assault. Well, that was the other plan. She was concerned with the growing power of this corporation. History already showed what happened when private corporations gained too much power in a Republic.

 

[Malok]

Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tag: Alkor Centaris + Open

Never Have I Ever.

It had been ages since the Vicelord had an opportunity to share a beverage with his sibling. In fact, when last they raised a tankard together, the Galaxy had been a completely different place. Together, they had spearheaded the Mandalorian Crusaders and worked to restore the lost lands of Mandalore. But that seemed a lifetime ago. Since then, both had turned away from the cesspool that had become their homeworld. Those who clutched the reins had driven the culture headfirst into the ground.

Thus, among the numerous titles of their newfound home, the largest between them was Dar'manda.

So began the night where two such outcasts walked into a bar. A seedy little cantina far away from the gilded reality that was Alderaan. It was here that many a solidier or guardsman scurried for some strong drink and decent entertainment. Simply walking in the door and witnessing a stool slamming over a patron's face plastered a smirk on Darth Metus' face. It wasn't home, but it sure reminded him of it. Tonight, the brothers resolved to share several drinks, to make up for time lost, and to get better acquainted with others they considered friend.

Today, Darth Metus wasn't the leader of the Confederacy. But rather, he was the one buying the first round. Their "gaggle" had settled around a table with multiple seats and stools. And once the drinks began to flow, one had a genius idea. Never have I ever. A child's game as old as the Galaxy itself. With a beer in hand, Metus started the game with one of his own. "Never have I ever...snuck out of a married man's bed." The implications were scandalous, but, as expected, the Sith took a drink.​

 

[Sev Onasi]

The Battle of Kuat
Republic Starfighter Corps
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Erisi downed another cup of kaff and rubbed his eye, slipping a thumb under the eyepatch to wipe away the fatigue. "Get those fighters reloaded!" He called after choking down the rest of the caffeinated beverage. He stood and slung the flight jacket back over his shoulders and picking up his helmet and slinging it back on his head. The grease in his hair clung to the top of the hlemet and he grimaced. It'd been almost an entire day flying sorties against the CIC fleet and doing what they could to support the ground forces. It was nasty down there, from what the reports were saying. Initial landing forces had hit the ground and dug in, but they were surrounded and getting pinned down. Somehow, the landing zone targets had been leaked. Perhaps they had a mole or they'd been sliced.

No way to tell. And it wasn't his problem either. He had enough trying to keep his fighter wing supplied, functioning, and in the air. They were starting to get sloppy as exhaustion set in. Nothing to do about it. He'd started rotating them in every hour, so they got a little bit of shut-eye. Not enough, but could keep their neurons from fraying too drastically. He zipped up the flight jacket and waved to his squadron. "X-wings ready to go! Let's move. Targets are the CIC support craft. Going in underneath and hitting their ventral guns. Need to clear a way to get supplies and reinforcements down to the surface."

Ahead, the hangar was bustling with activity as the flight crews finished loading the next round of torpedoes into the X-wings and topping off the fuel. "Shields and armament online!" The deck officer said. "Clear the launch pad! Major Kasra, you are cleared for departure!"

Erisi nodded and hurried up the ladder and dropped into the cockpit. It was still sweaty and grimy from the last pilot, but he would set that aside. "Shadow Squadron, count off. Do prefli[ght checks powering up." His hands flicked the power controls and the ship engine roared to life underneath him and the craft lifted off the deck. The mechanical droids unplugged the fuel lines and grav-carts rolled away from the fighters as they began to line up for liftoff.

 

[Kyyrk]

TAGS: Malok | Alkor Centaris
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Alderaan. Home. Seedy bar. Even more like home. Voph smiled to himself as the entourage walked in to the establishment, stepping to the side as a drunken brawl threatened to entangle him. He stepped up to the bar, and flagged down the bartender for a drink. Tonight, the Confederacy was taking the day off. And it was time to party. Before long, however, Voph found himself sitting around a table with other Confederates.

The objective was simple. Never have I ever. Last man standing wins. And Metus had led with sneaking out of someone else's bed. Voph took a drink, and glared daggers at Metus, which was impressive for a blind man. It had been a long time ago. In fact, back before the Sith. Before the wars. Voph actually missed those days. But it had only been once. He looked around the table at the others who had to drink at Metus's suggestion. This was going to be a fun night...

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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Location: Cunny of the Goose
Tag: Malok Kyyrk

There were things Metus never knew about his adoptive brother, especially those things that occurred before they met. They shared in the building of an Empire in the Northern fringes of the Galaxy, and in the lament that followed. Isley Verd had been Mand'alor the Reclaimer, and subsequently ceded to Ra Vizsla, the Immortal. The Mandalorians fell to baser conflict and watched their Homeland turn to ash, be rebuilt, and be torn asunder again. The cycle that made them great once, became their ruin.

But now, Isley could learn in the best way Alkor knew how to teach.

Never have I ever snuck out of a married man's bed.

Alkor stared at the man evenly as he sipped from his own glass. There had been nothing sexual about the encounter, but the game was one without explanations. They were even in their trek toward inebriation. Alkor returned his drink to the table and considered for a moment.

"Never have I ever... dressed as a woman and convinced a man to take me into his bed."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tag: Alkor Centaris | Malok | Open

Having finally finished his latest project, Kurayami set down the F-105 gently near the...rather interestingly named cantina that was only a few block walk from the landing pad. As he unsealed and removed the helmet he rached into his flight jacket and pulled out his flask taking a long draught of the namana nectar within. He needed to be drunk before entering an establishment thusly named. As he entered he caught sight of his cousin at one of the nearby tables, he heard the words of Darth Metus. It was a game he knew well, one he had played many times, though he was too drunk to remember if he had won any of them by the end.

As he approached the group he raised the flask in a salute to them and took a long drink from the flask before throwing something out from long in the past.

"Never have I ever...watched my own child walk off a roof while doing nothing to help other, but laughing hysterically."

 

[Nya]

Tags: Malok || Alkor Centaris || Kyyrk || Kurayami Bloodborn
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There was little that she loved more than an excuse to drink on someone else's dime - so when the opportunity to sneak along with a group of already quite tipsy members of The Guild on a cross galaxy bar tour, the alcohol enthusiast in her couldn't exactly turn down the opportunity. Once the rowdy gents had spotted the leggy blonde in what amounted to clothing that was already perfect for the occasion, the invite to join the group had been an easy one to acquire.

An hour or two aboard their ship, followed by a short jaunt to the charming little establishment on Alderaan, saw Nya and her drunken companions stumbling their way in the door. She bid the fella's luck as they made their way to the bar, and instead turned her attentions to a group of men that had already set to what appeared to be a drinking game at a large table near the centre of the cantina.

Striding over to the table with a slightly uneven gait, the woman leaned across to where one of the many pre-poured shots of god-only-knew what were poured and scooped one up. Eyes the colour of cloudy skies levelled on Alkor Centaris , who had issued the challenge as she downed the shot and seated herself in one of the empty seats.

"Though, I don't know that my dressing as a woman was what got me into his bed..." She slammed the glass down on the table and reached for another.

The following remark, about children stumbling off rooves... That didn't earn her another drink... Unfortunately.

 

[BB-4001A]

STUCK IN A MANDO MOMENT
(aka the battle of kuat)

YTA-1300 Luck's Revenge
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When Alana Sunrider had told him that some scruffy-looking nerf herders were trying to re-create the Republic, this was exactly what he'd envisioned happening.

No, it wasn't enough that the Sith Empire was burning the whole galaxy down.

No, it wasn't enough that the Grayson Imperium had turned Coruscant into the cultural capital of fascism.

No, it wasn't enough that there were rumors of something called the Bryn'adul that was coming out of the Outer Rim like the gorram Second Coming of the Yuuzhan Vong.

Now, there was the Republic! As in, the Grand Re-Re-Re-Re-Opening of the same chit that happened the last time some crazy motherkarkers got this same idea in their head. Because democracy was one of those things that sounded like something that people wanted, except where there were Republic and Imperial ships shooting at one another and you're a civilian freighter trying to find safe harbor somewhere in the middle of the gorram apocalypse that you just jumped into.

For feth's sake, he wasn't even smuggling this time. This was a legitimate shipment for Offworld Exports. No, it didn't pay a lot, but with the Black Sun off his neck for the time being, it was work. And honest work was still work when you needed some source of income.

This was supposed to be a blue milk run, delivering parts and equipment. Instead, the chore bot was blowing chaff and trying to get underneath the proton torpedo that was currently trying to mate with his sublight drive.

Pulling the flares and chaff, the small droid threw the freighter into a stall, killing the sublight engines even as he pushed down on the dorsal thrusters to pitch the oblong-shaped ship into a downward spiral. Even in a vacuum, the sharp twist created its own g-force, as the droid felt its body being pitched into the pilot's seat.

Were the Imperials shooting at him?

Were the Republic shooting at him?

Honestly, the droid didn't much care either way. Right now, he was in a warzone, and there didn't seem any clear vector out of it. He'd just have to throw up the shields and pray he could hold out until there was a stable vector for a jump to lightspeed.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

BATTLE OF KUAT
GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC
FORWARD COMMAND POST AUREBESH
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"Get me the fleet command!" Krenis yelled over the comms. "We need heavy ammunition!" He ducked back down under the crates they'd piled up around the landing zone. Shuttles were coming in irregularly, based on when they could get fighter cover to clear out the CIC air support and AA guns.

"Can't make contact!" A voice called back. "Too much chatter and interference! Can't get through. Enemy armor en route! Five klicks north-east!" Heavy lasers hammered towards them from the ridge in the distance. "Redirect artillery fire! Get me more anti-armor guns now!"

Dirt hammered against his armor and he dropped to the ground, cradling his rifle in hand. "Sitrep on medevacs! Casualties mounting. Get us a medfleet evac."

"No can do! Last medavac too much AA fire. Went down about two klicks south of us."

"Kark. We need to get some people out there. Where's the ninth brigade? They were covering that sector."

"Negative, sir," the reply came, "our last contact with them was, oh kark."

"What's the problem?"

"They were moving to secure the ridge where we spotted the CIC armor."

A chill settled in Krenis' stomach at the thought. They would get massacred, going up into an armor unit on high ground. "Raise them on comms." He remembered. "Never mind. Get a courier to them! Call them back. See if they can put down some mines on their way back down. At least it will buy us some time to get some launchers ready. Any word on the Glave tanks?"

"Still en route!"

Krenis nodded and wiped a mudstain off his visor. It came away redder than it should have been, but he ignored it. No pain yet and he was still functional. Couldn't have been serious enough. "Everyone!:" He yelled over the sounds of blaster fire tearing through the air around them. Explosions rocked in the distance. "Hold this ground at all costs. Friendly tanks are en route! Just hold long enough to cut through their flank! Once we get that support, we can punch through and secure the ridge! From there, it's a nice lob to get some heavy artillery on their base."

A ragged cheer rose from the throats of the men around them. But it wasn't very enthusiastic. He couldn't blame them. This was a disaster. Hardly a good start for the beginning of the Grand Army's campaign to liberate the Core from the Imperial warlords. Didn't mean it was over quite yet though. They could hold on. They had spec ops teams on standby for just this contingency. Activate them and move in to hijack the enemy defense systems, turn their own weapons against them. Just needed enough time for them to do their job.

 

[STaCLO]

Location: Cunny of the Goose
Tags: Alkor Centaris Kyyrk Malok Nya Kurayami Bloodborn

Although STaCLO had hardly been around the scene when if came to the CIS, However, he was able to learn that they'd developed plans to visit Alderaan, he understood that SYN, one of the three minds shared the space between STaCLO's head had been to the planet before. After his union with a shard he'd spent most of his days under the thick canopies of the galaxy's jungles and forests.

Knowing of Alderaan's previous troubles he planned to visit the planet and it's unique wildlife in the future, and it seems this time it would benefit STaCLO to go along with CIS this one time.

He'd heard that many CIS affiliates, members, and officials were meeting up. As the droid made his way to the rustic establishment he looked down to see the noticeable buildup of dust, dirt, and moss that began to take off parts of his mechanical body. But he'd didn't care to clean himself off. After all discomfort was a genuine rarity for someone like him.

Walking into the establishment her scanned and recognized some of the fellow confederates gathered around. Walking over to the group with some heavy steps on the floor he looked down to see plenty of he could only assume to be alcoholic beverages. He also seemed to have walked in on some sort of discussion about cross dressing and children falling off roofs.

"I can only imagine the kind of inside jokes I've missed out on in my time off the grid..." STaCLO said to himself calmly, concluding that they we

 

[Darth Elyria]

Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tags: Malok | Alkor Centaris | Kyyrk

She hated this world. It was a dreadful bore, full of whining, ignorant things that didn't seem to know their place. Malok was one of them. At least he reminded her of one while trying to shove all of her magnificence into a shuttle so they ould do what..Negotiate? Why did he not simply take what he wanted? Why was he so alarmingly civil in a galaxy of beasts and bags of bones. At least, she mused, that his face was appealing among the masses.​

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His brother was exceedingly pale. Were he and Alkor Centaris even related at all?​

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"I do not see the resemblance, Metus. Where is my drink?"​

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He had been tasked with serving her this evening. She would have her drink, or, she would have death. It was his choice. The only downfall to her plan revolved around whether or not there were others to entertain her. Perhaps one of them would like to play a game?​

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Battle of Kuat
Location: Starchild II
Music​

A day of fighting...It had been a long time since he and his crew had been tested like this. He'd recently traded his more formal uniform for the more slightly more comfortable and protective blast bib. At least, that's what the crew called them. They were simple pieces of armor that fit over the head like a bib but protected the user from shrapnel and dispersed energy across its surface. Under the blast bib he wore simply a Corellian jumpsuit. His crew was similarly comfortable, even Garvey had changed his normal clothes to something a little more...casual. Donned in digital robes, slippers, and night made it difficult to take the virtual intelligence seriously but if it wasn't for him his crew would have been much more tired than they were. Automated systems, gun solutions and corrections, life support, water recycling, most of these basic systems were either being entirely run or partially controlled by him.

A turbolaser blast glanced off the shield to their starboard setting off a brief flash of red on the tactical display of the Starchild. He could read the numbers but a crewman still shouted over the chaos of the bridge.

"Shields holding sir!"

"How are the fighter squadrons doing?"

"Ace squadrons receiving minimal losses, but our Needler squadrons are taking a beating!"

"See if we can't get a corvette or frigate to back them up then. I don't want to be writing letters home for a decade."

"Blue squadron is asking if we need fighter support!" Pryce shrugged and nodded to the com officer. The Imps had put up a solid defense, better than they had any business setting up. Their plans had been leaked, he was sure of it.. Weather or not that traitor was still in their midst was another thing. He wished he had a Jedi on board but he couldn't let ghosts. His eyes fell on the tactical display again and then up at the rounded viewports. The Republic fleet was holding its own, surprisingly. Shabbily put together but filled with veterans of every war since the end of the Gulag Plague he knew they'd be fine...At least he hoped so.

"Fire heavy turbolasers!"

Cynthia Alucard Erisi Kasra

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tag: Alkor Centaris | Malok | Kurayami Bloodborn | Nya | STaCLO | Darth Elyria

A Nightsister, a Nightmother, and an Obsidian Lord walked into a bar...

A man tried cracking a chair over the Nightsister's head.

Another stumbled out of their seat and skittered away along the floor at the sight of a Nightmother's gaze.

And the Obsidian Lord found herself sitting at a table listening to men confess to dirty little secrets.

Why by the Fanged God had she come here? Well, getting to know the Vicelord -- even if he was on family leave -- had its own rewards. It also had its own challenges. This might be a night she'd live to regret, but offworlders would be offworlders.

Vytal snorted as a woman, Nya, sauntered up to the table and made comment about the state of dress and relations. "I know it was not," she replied of personal experience even if the round would not go to her. Then she turned her attention toward Kurayami at his... interesting contribution. That was one the Dathomiri woman certainly couldn't drink to. Perhaps if he'd left out the matter of it being her own child involved.

"Never have I ever..." What was this strange ritual? It boggled a Nightsister. "Been kicked out of a bar." An open smirk tugged at the pale woman's dark lips. Some or many present must have had an investigate altercation or ten in their time.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

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Objective: Capture Imperial Outposts
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30, Lightsaber

To be a Jedi once more was something that Lanik could truly say he missed. It wasn’t for the thrill of battle, not for the prestige or awe that it inspired in others. No, it was because once more he felt like he could make a change. Since seeing the attacks on Formos by The Brynadul, the Jedi knew that he could no more hide from his destiny. That he couldn’t turn his back on what he truly was, every fiber of his being urged him back to the Jedi to take up a saber once more. To do what was right, not for reward, not for others, but because it was simply his duty.

Rain poured down from above, heavy droplets hammering down upon the Jedi. Hair matting to his head, aquamarine eyes stared forward to the military outpost that was set in center of the Kuat wilderness. On the outside a squad of Imperial troopers patrolled. Their bleached armor standing out among the greens and browns of the surrounding environment. Mud was caked upon their armor, and their blasters held firmly within their hands.

Grip tightening on the hilt of his saber Lanik breathed in, chest rising, and then falling as with the exhalation of air all his worries, all his stress were shunted away. A Jedi learned to live in the present. A flick of the man’s thumb was all it took for the famed weapon to spring to life. Above a lightning bolt struck illuminating the clearing and the Jedi that flew into it akin to a spectre.

Robes billowing in the fierce winds Lanik landed crouched. “Its a Jedi!” One of the troopers shouted their blaster leveling on the man, finger pulling the trigger. With a thought, the shield upon Lanik’s left arm sprang to life the bolts deflecting harmlessly into the forestry. Going from a crouch into a flip, the Jedi careened over the trooper bringing a boot down upon the soldier’s visor, his weight slamming the trooper’s head into the ground a groan given as they slipped into unconsciousness.

A turn on his heels and a flick of his wrist was all that was necessary for Lanik to deflect two bolts back at two more troopers who were instantly floored as the bolts struck center mass. The final of them looking around at their squad before turning and running “No no no no!” The trooper shouted as they rushed into the brush.

“It’s all clear.” On Lanik’s confirmation from the foliage, a squad of Republic troopers emerged. Drabbed in camouflage armor, they came forward to join the Jedi. “Blow it, open commander.”

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tag: Alkor Centaris | Malok | Darth Elyria | Nya | STaCLO | Vytal Noctura

The man had lost count as to how many bars he had been kicked out of by this point in time. It took him a few seconds to stop drinking after that last one. So now it was trying to figure out what to say next. That was going to take some time but as he thought back over the years. And the sense of Dark Siders was making his recalling of former events a bit more difficult. So there were a few things that he could throw out there. Now it was just to figure out which would be best. Considering he had to come up with something this was more of a task than he had first anticipated.

Eventually he came to think of something that he could use and would alow him to drink yet again.

"Never have I ever...sat in a cantina and planned events for a Drunken Jedi Olympics."

Once he was done talking he took a look around the table, and after waiting for anyone else to take a drink he took another drink from his flask.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

The Battle of Kuat​

Honestly, it felt good to be back in the seat and while the Coalition or the Alliance as they called themselves as a good stay. Lieutenant Kinniak felt great bearing the emblem of the Republic. Especially when it came to her new task, taking out the CIC and with a smirk on her face she went to work. Signals were given for the squadron to depart their hangar and it wasn't until her X-wing had been launched and S-foils locked in attack position that she could truly grin like a nexu.

Wings of glory crossed the abyss toward their targets, explosive violence soon to be delivered as she looked out her canopy to the Y-wing bombers on her right. The fight approached as Imperial TIE fighters screamed toward her, target lock - fire. A burst of laser fire illuminated the void, verdant hued lights of death met their mark tearing into the shieldless birds.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Drinking on Alderaan / "Diplomacy"​

"That's a weird name for a cantina, then again, I used to be a cat," Ria muttered to herself, the guttersnipe adjusted her jacket and headed into the place all the same. The blonde slicer from the Outer Rim once worked Ashin and Spencer Varanin, and a host of other once-great galactic contenders of the galaxy. The times had changed since then but what hadn't changed were the bars, booze, and babes, it made her a little sick for the bars back on Demonsgate, this place that is, the Cunny of the Goose - an Alderaanian place.

She looked over to the cast of characters on her left and right, and at first, she didn't pay any mind. Ria ordered up a Kal'Shebbol Special but when the bartender said they were out she went for her second-best choice. "Yeah let me get a Varanin Volcano, double on the spice - yeah thanks, chief." Ria tipped the bartender and took the long hand grenade of a drink. She again looked over to the cast of characters and gave a nod before settling down to drink alone in a corner booth. While she was there she took out her tablet and searched for the nearest network to hack into.

Alkor Centaris | Malok | Darth Elyria | Nya | STaCLO | Vytal Noctura | Kurayami Bloodborn ​

 

[Vlyph Corobb]

Objective: Capture Imperial Bases and tend to the wounded.

"For the Republic!" It was something I always wanted to say. The Vocabulator device around my head resting over my mouths buzzed hitting a bass sound granted too much for the equipment's system to handle. It made the phrase come out with a roar then a buzz over the adjacent area. Raising my head both eyes fell apon a wounded soldier. Pain wracked his body in throbbing pulsations. Rushing over to the soldier I did my best to examine the wounds quickly while behind cover.

" What is this mans condition?!" I demanded in question. The Medic nearby was in a panic attempting to gather his thoughts. This must of been one of his few times in battle. " We can resuscitate him. What is his condition?!" I asked again gripping the them both. His hands dripped with perspiration. The sweat from his pores. His Blood pressure was rising higher and pulse on the verge of exploding. The medic was going through hell itself. " Look at me! LOOK AT ME! Peace. Calm. Relax." My hand shifted to his shoulder with an embrace. My thoughts welled on the peace and relaxation I had once experienced as a pupil on Ithor. The great water falls and beauty of the jungles. From my mind to my limb into the medics mind my intentions sought to ease his soul.

And it did.

" Three broken ribs, multiple contusions on the ventral cavity and my medical droid is reporting atelectasis, here." The medic hand hovered over the spot. As he was once panics now I found that I was. What on earth did he just say?! My mind was attempting to digest his medical terminology but like a big meal it was not going all too well. Pausing briefly I exhaled and focused on the only constant in the situation.

The Force. It guided my eyes and hand to the major areas up and down the wounded troopers chest.

" Give him a bacta injection and cover me. Were going to save his life."

 

[BB-4001A]

STUCK IN A MANDO MOMENT
(aka the battle of kuat)

YTA-1300 Luck's Revenge​

The alarms were echoing throughout the interior of the freighter.

One was connected to the shield generator. The stress from the volleys that were passing between the two star navies were sometimes striking the civilian ship by design, sometimes by sheer happenstance, and sometimes because the droid had just zigged and he should have zagged. Any more of this, and the shields were likely to collapse.

If the computer was right, the shields may already have collapsed on the aft port quarter.

The second was a sensor fault warning, which was telling him that they'd just lost the lateral controls. That was noticeable immediately, as the droid found the controls sluggish and the ship seemingly stuck in a strafing drift that he couldn't readily control. He'd have to compensate with ventral and dorsal thrusters, to the degree that anyone could anyway.

A third alarm was on the power core. The sublight drive was running over the red line, everything not powering the engines was getting thrown at the shields, and the hyperdrive was spinning in case the navicomputer came up with a plot. Unfortunately, the latter seemed unlikely. With all the evasive maneuvers that he was flying, the moment that the navicomputer started to run a computation, the droid had to drastically alter their flight path and the navicomputer would have to run the plot all over again.

This was a merry nightmare.

Throwing the controls hard over, the small droid flipped the freighter around. Getting an angle on the planet Kuat, itself, the small droid killed the power to the hyperdrive. At this rate, the chances of them getting out of system were rapidly escalating and not in their favor.

They'd need another option.

Toryaz Station was close, in orbit of Ronay. If he could make it there, then it might be possible to find safe passage. At least for long enough to make repairs to the lateral controls, if nothing else.

"Mayday. Mayday. Toryaz Station, this is the freighter Luck's Revenge. Our sublight controls are damaged and we're unable to get a safe vector out of the system. Request emergency landing clearance, over."

Okay, it was a shot in the dark. At this point, what did he have to lose?

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