The Treasure within the Roon: Open to All

[Ardgal Raxis]

Location: Edge of the City Center

"Soldier down," Virgil's voice rang out over the comm as Ardgal moved through the haze of the permacrete dust. "Prometheus has been hit, I repeat, Prometheus has been hit, he's not moving."

"Hold your fire," Ardgal ordered, ducking behind a half-melted shelf of snack goods. "Homer, on my mark, move in to treat Prom."

"Good copy, sir."

Ardgal's auditory amplifiers could pick up on the sound of approaching foot steps and voices talking. He could hear them getting closer, his echolocation matrix in his helmet gave him a visual on where the approaching hostiles were. They stepped through the rubble into the building. One of them coughed on the dust in the air, "Damn, you think they lived through that?"

"Doubt it, glad to have those crapwads outta the way though," another grunted.

"Real talk, way to blow them outta the waters, bro," laughed another. "Busting those hardasses outta the water like a buncha freckin--"

Ardgal rose over the melted shelf, a single shot from his carbine cutting him off with a trio of shots. "Homer, take, take, take."

Virgil popped out from behind the crumbled counter, raising one of her pistols and firing off a pair of shots that sprayed the survivors with his blood. The three others raised their blasters, torn between shooting at the demon behind the counter and the monster in front of them. A shot bounced off Ardgal's pauldron, jerking him off target as he squeezed off a second burst. The soldier recentered, his second burst turning the assailant's skull into a charred cinders. Virgil's second round of shots blasted a quartet of holes into her victim. The sole survivor threw his weapon down, feeling as fast as he could in pure horror.

"Mine," Virgil growled, leaping over the counter.

He was fast, but he didn't stand a chance against bio-engineering. Her fist jutted out, slamming into the back of his neck as her vibrokuckle plate ejected with a sickening shlick. The young man seized for a fraction of a second as death took over and he fell limp.

"nerf herder," she growled, marching back.

"How's he looking, Homer?" Ardgal asked the medic.

"He'll live," the doctor said as he leaned over his patient. "We have some head injuries here, but nothing new. I'll stay with the kid to make sure he recovers. Press on."

"You sure?"

Virgil reached over the counter, grabbing her rifle with one hand, the other hung limply at her side. Judging by the way it was hanging, it looked dislocated.

"I can hold my own, boss, you know that," Homer said injecting a needle in the the soft spot of Prometheus' thigh.

A sickening pop came from Virgil's side of the room, followed by a string of expletives. "Let's move, Ard. We don't have time to waste."

Ardgal patted Homer on the shoulder before moving into the broken street with his cousin by his side. The pair began sprinting down the street, moving down the street at speeds that could best be described as impossible.

"Star, inbound. Virgil in tow. That security should be down any second," Ardgal reported over the comm between pants.

[member="Relina Zhan"] I [member="Cynthia Raxis"] I @Ra'a'mah I [member="Stardust Raxis"] I [member="Leea Pandac"] I [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

 

[Riamah]

Pulling her speeder off to the side as Stardust jumped out and took off over the others in front of them. She watched as her friend deftly made her way through the crowd, avoiding or deflecting shots that headed her way. Too many people were trying to get out than in so while some turned their attention to her, most just kept moving the opposite direction.

As Stardust requested though, Ra kept her eyes open for any attacks that might come from behind Star as she moved. A couple enterprising miners had moved away from the compound to watch for incoming people. Ra saw them and drew her blaster. Setting it to stun and not kill them, she knocked out the few she saw. Placing it back in its holster, Ra soon followed the path set by Star and jumped down into the compound behind her clan sister.

She did not share the same view of friend or foe the others did, but any time somebody raised a weapon at any of them, Ra shot them with her blaster still set to stun. Friend and foe could be sorted out after the rescue was done.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

@Ra'a'mah [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"]

Stardust stood, the turrets weren't firing at then. She laughed as she blocked incoming fire, this was gonna be easy. Stardust put her sabers up and switched to her blasters set for stun. She fired at two nearby coming at her both falling as she sat agaisnt the wall panting and glanced to ra

alright we have back up incoming, hopefully soon

She got on her comms as she spoke to ardgal, she hoped the god killers were arriving soon they could not get in otherwise

ardgal, how far are you me and ra can't get in. Plus the fact that their using slaves to fight can't press forward to hard be advised slaves are armed try and disable

She got off and peeked put as she fired at a slave who looked scared, she started in slowly but was forced to cover once more as she growled frustrated

Cynthia try and clear out some people give room to me and ra to get in

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Stardust Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah @Ardgal Raxis [member="Gray Raxis"]

Cipher released the docking clamps on the landing pad before shooting the panel so it can't be used again. As she moved out of the pad control booth, however, a shot from one of the newcomers that clearly weren't with the gang members here had hit and stunned one of the liberated workers, a female Twi'lek. Cipher would take aim to fire back. She was going to protect these people. Could she not tell, even in the heat of battle, that they we fighting the same common foe or was that woman an enemy as well? She really couldn't take that chance. She returned fire, switching her rifle to burst fire mode.

"Get on board! Hurry!" Cipher said to the former slaves. "You best hope your spectre appears soon or he'll be left behind." She'd then motion to one of the Commandos and then to the fallen worker's twitching, incapacitated body. "She is just stunned. Get her on board. Shar! Get over her and take a flanking position."

"Yes Ma'am!" The commando replied, activating his optical camouflage before moving around to try and flank their new aggressor.

On approach, a group of fighters belonging to one of the gangs was inbound on the Mines' airspace. The Angel Squadron turned to intercept, gaining missile lock tone within minutes.

"...Angels, We are red and free." Relina said, her thumb moving to the missile launch button on her stick. "Angel One, Fox Three!"

"Angel Three, Fox Three!"

"Angel Seven, Fox Three!"

A salvo of seven concussion missiles screamed through the troposphere just below the cloud layer, single-mindedly pursuing their respective targets, some erupting into flames in short order. The Angel Squadron passed directly over the Mining facility in pursuit of the few stragglers that managed to evade their first missile salvo, the roar of their engines generating a distinctive staccato unique to the Terminus design. The commandos loading the former slaves onto the shuttles let out a cheer as they passed by. "You see that? Those are our Angels! their here to blow your oppressors to the hot place.... Boss, tell the 77Th to..."

"I'm not telling them to do anything." Cipher replied evenly. "They are here to make sure we don't die during evac."

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray:​

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It was slow going for Gray as he continued to head in the direction of fear and hope. The darkness was still all around as he pressed forward and a chilled hardness below his bare feet. He was trying to focus on the people in need but his mind kept drifting back to before, back to the tortures he had to face. They wanted to break him to remold him. He didn't know why they had decided that. Perhaps they saw the darkness in him that he kept buried deep down or perhaps they were trying to be like the Sith Lords who turned Jedi and other force users to their path. No matter the reason it was all for power for them so they could rule their little piece of the galaxy, but it had ultimately failed. They didn't realize they had gone too far in trying to win him over and had lost one of their own. Gray was freed by this person and then....

Gray had to come to a stop. The memories were still too painful yet also fuzzy. All that mattered right now was moving to help those people in need. He began to refocus on the force and once more found those he had been following before. There was a change in their emotional state. They were no longer so fearful and more filled with hope. They also were filled with hatred and a drive for vengeance. What happened to change these people so much? He frowned as he pressed onward once again towards them. It wasn't normal for such a change to take place...unless they had help of some kind. Had help finally arrived for these people? He hoped so. They didn't deserve their fate in these mines.

As Gray grew close, he began to hear the sounds of battle. Screaming, stomping, gun fire, explosions, and even the sounds of ship engines. What was going on? As he listened he had to stop. Red stained white flooded to his memory. Artillery rounds falling like hail all around as men and women pressed to protect each other while blaster bolts whizzed all around. The heat of war melting the snow under foot and hurried steps banging against the still frozen ground. Death and blood and chaos was all around him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had brought those with him here and there was nothing he could do to pull them out of that hell.... Gray was petrified. He had become a statue of flesh and bone marking the numerous failures of his life. The physical pain had long since healed or at least subsided, but the mental anguish just wouldn't leave him. Even now he was still forced to relive through everything he had done wrong. What could he possibly do for these people when he couldn't even take care of his own before he was so broken?

Gray had to press forward. His doubts were nothing new for him. Every moment of his life he was always aware of his weaknesses and shortcomings. He had failed and there was nothing he could do to change that. All he could do was press forward and hope his best was good enough, even though he knew it wouldn't be. Slowly he made his way until he began to hear orders being issued by what sounded like a woman. Soldiers were here? No, they had to be mercenaries or anti-slavery freedom fighters. He hide Whisper as best he could in his pants then moved towards the sound of the group. His eyes were covered by a worn, gray scarf and his body looked beaten and ragged. The only article of clothing on him was his pants. They seemed to be directing the workers somewhere, so he found his way into the group and just followed the voice around him wherever it was they were going. He hoped it would be off of this world but he didn't know that. All he knew was that he needed to be with these people in case this salvation was not but an illusion.

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[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"] Ξ [member="Ra'a'mah"] Ξ [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

Cynthia fired shot after shot clearing a way for star and ra. She was been careful not to shoot slaves due to using bullets rather than energy. As she picked off targets one at a time she noticed the new player on the field escorting slaves to a near by transport. Everything had gone crazy in a matter of moments. "Star you have two flanking you that just went out my sight. Be careful." She said warning her if the imminent danger. It had been a long time since she was in a situation like this. Even though she was mandalorian she often played a minor role in wars. Not that anyone would notice but she didn't do it for glory or the thrill. She preferred to help those who could help themselves. Who had honor.

Cynthia began to notice the amount of enemies we're thinning out and slaves that held weapons we're now ditching them to run for the transports. It didn't he'll that star and ra was shooting them with a stun. At that moment Cynthia noticed the solider looking woman that escorted the slaves out the mine was shooting at star. No shots had hit yet so she let out a warning shot planting close to her feet. Looking through the scope she saw the bullet impact on the floor sending up sparks as it ricocheted and bounced into a different direction.

With the threats lowered in numbers Cynthia traced her scope over the large groups bundled together for any enemy's who may be hiding in them. Her grip lossened as a expression on her face changed to shock in a good way. "Gray." She said so sure it was him. She pushed herself up and jumped leaving her rifle behind as the jets on her jet pack ignighted. "GRAYYYY!" The girl shouted gaining speed. "GRAYYYYY!" Blaster shots began to hailing in her direction whizzing by her and getting more accurate as she got closer. She knew he'd not be able to hear her and more likely deafening star. Although it would alert her Cynthia had spotted him.

"GRAAAAYYYYY!" The girl shouted again, her eyes was focused on him as if nothing else existed. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she got closer and closer. It wasn't until it was close to her did she notice the rocket spearheading towards her. In a moment of instinct she brought her arms up as if she was looking at the sun for the first time in weeks. As it impacted she could hear the explosion and it's force but the flames engulfed around her like there was some invisible barrier around her.

Even though by some freak miracle she was alive it didn't stop her from crashing into the ground hard. Her body rolled and bounced several meters leaving imprints where she'd hit the floor. Adrenaline kept the worst of the pain away as she pushed herself up and began running into the crowd. "GRAYYY!" She'd shout again pulling people out the way. Cynthia could make out the back of his head as he was about to board the transport. One of the soldiers had pointed their gun at her even though the midnight black mandalorian armor didn't give away she wasn't one of the criminals. With a large stride she'd push the man over and kept shoving others out the way.

Her slender hand would grip his shoulder pulling him to face her as she took her helmet off and dropping it to the floor. "Gray." This time her voice was softer and shakey. She'd put her arms around his waist and her head against his chest. "Where here gray. We heard the call. Me and star are here." More tears rolled down her face as she sniffled to stop her nose from running. Her arms slacked after a long moment of them been around him. She could see the scars and loss of body mass. She lent over to pick her helmet back up and passed it to him pressing it into his hands. "The com is open. Star is on the other end no doubt making her way here."

 

[Riamah]

The automatic turrets had stopped firing as people outside of the compound disappeared. Keeping her word to Stardust, Ra kept an eye on her back. She actively chose not to harm these people since some of them were sure to be slaves and not actual employees or mercenaries of the mine owners, whoever they were. They had provided enough weapons for an army and Ra carefully picked her shots only aiming at those shooting for Star.

The blue rings of the stun shots flew through the air and connected each time, the bodies falling to the ground limply after. Even though Ra was sith, she generally chose not to kill first and ask questions later. After this was over, she would see what she could do to help any of these slaves and give them freedom. If any of those stunned were mercenaries, thugs or actual employees of the mine, she would deal with them too. Maybe not quite as nicely as she would the slaves.

As the commons ground of the facility slowly became less of a battle field and more people fell, Ra heard Cynthia yelling and running to one of the shuttles. All she heard was the name Gray and knew their target had been found. The husband of her friend and sister, father to her child and so also a clan mate of her own.

Shaking her head, Ra really needed to be educated in this whole clan business. Standing up from her hiding spot, she kept her blaster out, raised and ready to shoot at anything that moved outside of the people she already knew.

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

Cipher missed her shot at Star, barely, due to the sudden surprise of an unseen slug shot from her left at a steep angle. Commander Shar was moving into position, his bodily form barely visible as an indistinct distortion as his specialised armour broke up his outline. All Select Commandos had optical camouflage as standard equipment in their armour systems. The all-male unit was used for special operations missions just like this one. They did this every day. But Cipher.... well, she was what Hapan Royal Navy members referred to as a 'spook': a Royal Office of Naval Intelligence operative used to clandestine assassination and espionage operations. Culled from the upper echelons of the Royal Navy and its subsidiary branches, RONI was the division of the Hapan Ministry of Intelligence that were seen with both the greatest suspicion and the healthiest respect. They answered only to Ministry of Intelligence Division 8, or M.I. 8 for short.

Cipher immediately turned toward the direction the shot came from and spotted on her visor's HUD an armoured figure with a jetpack taking flight from a hill some distance away. Cipher guessed that this person was her sniper; the figure was the only living thing with a big enough gun that could have made that shot. She took aim and attempted to shoot her down in response while Shar moved to flank Star and at least hold her up from shooting at any more of them or their new charges. Cipher's rifle emitted three high-powered blaster bolts in burst fire. "Not this time." she muttered as flatly as her accent allowed. However, she missed as a rocket beat her blaster bolts to her. She kept Cynthia in her sights, but held her fire for the moment.

However, there was shouting of a name coming from the figure, who sounded female. Perhaps, she thought, that this person was the reason why there were here. In fact, it was the name provided in the cryptic transmission that so intrigued M.I. 8 in the first place. Was he among the former slaves? "Men, surround them and find Grey Raxis." she ordered, still leading her flying target while strafing. Most of the freed slaves were out of the way and in the safety of the transports.

Her men immediately moved to cover the last of the rescued stragglers. Eight high powered rifles were aimed at the two women who came in guns blazing. Shar revealed himself behind the cover of a crate, his gun leveled at Star's head. "Freeze. Don't move! Put down your weapons and keep your hands where we can see them." he ordered gruffly.

***

Meanwhile, in the air, Relina and the Angel Squadron were mopping up the last of the sad excuse for air support. The gang fighters were obsolete and statistically no match for the bleeding edge starfighters the Royal Navy deployed these days.

"Angels, reference vector 1-2-0." Relina said as she banked to keep her quarry in her sights. Another straggler was blown out of the sky in the next moment.

"Angel Three, 1-2-0." Angels Squadron's number three, "Screech", acknowledged as he pursued his own target that was trying to get behind his flight lead.

Relina's missile-lock tone resounded as she partially let her instincts guide her. "Angel One, sweet lock. Good tone. Fox two!"

"Angel Three, Fox two." Screech replied.

Both pilots fired concussion missiles at their respective targets. The missiles themselves were stored internally in a rotating cylinder much like that of a revolver. The cylinder rotated a fresh missile into firing position and then launched it on demand, breifly dropping down to do so before retreating back into the undercarriage. The enemy fighters turned to evade but were both struck, their shielding, if they had any, apparently unable to handle the yield.

Relina banked to evade the debris, a few tiny particles clattering on her opaque canopy through which she could see everything around her with a much better view than a traditional bubble canopy could provide. An advanced, fly-by-optic system allowed this gimmicky design to work competitively. "My sky is sanitsied, Cipher Team. We will stay on station to keep it that way. You may take off safely." Relina advised Cipher as she sharply banked around to get the mining facility back into view in front of her.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] @ra'a'mah

Blaster fire rained at her, Stardust ducked into cover as she panted and put her blaster up...she needed a way to tell them she wasn't a enemy...thwm again she realized maybe just maybe that wasn't a good idea to go in guns blazing...but she rather stun then be shot to death

She felt people surrounding her and ra, to many that even star doubted she could stop them even if she could...least not safely enough that she could avoid hitting the slaves

She stopped and removed her comm, Cynthia was scrwaming something...then it registered...gray...she had found gray, she peeked over seeing her flying towards him, however she saw a rocket take her out but yet she could still hear her...she sat back as she didn't believe it till she heard cynthia again...she raised a hand as she went to speak but couldn't...then she spoke

gray? I...its me..its me stardust...your wife..listen...im coming ok

She looked to the person as she removed her helmet, she shook her head as she spoke

I can't do that soldier, my husband is in there.

She started walking slowly to where she felt gray, she had no weapons in her hands and she seemed relaxed...she kept going and going not caring about the soldiers as she wanted to see her husband

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Stardust Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

Shar, the commando ordering a ceasefire and, effectively, a surrender, stayed his hand but didn't move his rifle from its bearing. He would watch Stardust intently while the rest of his unit minded Ra'a'mah. "I'm sure... You and yours fired upon those we are trying to protect, which is an act of aggression. We won't allow these people to be exploited again as long as they are in our care." The Commando declared evenly. He kept his weapon on her just in case she or her crew decided to attack again. Frankly, he didn't have to explain himself, but given the circumstances, it was clear all of the soldiers would rather defuse the situation before it got more than gang members killed.

"It was this Gray Raxis person whose transmission we intercepted. The same one you did, I'm sure.... find your consort, but you and yours are to stand down. No one else needs to die today." he added, canting his head toward the nearest gangster's corpse in both of their lines of sight.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Midway Mine:​

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The ruckus being made was getting to the miners a bit. Their hope was still burning bright, which would be clouding the force signatures of everyone in the area, but some of the old fear was crawling back in. To make matters worse, some crazy lady was flying in from some hill screaming at all of them. She was hit by a rocket and hit the ground. Getting back up she continued to scream and it was terrifying those who hadn't gotten into transport yet. A panic was brewing in the crowd of former slaves and they were all about to bolt for it when she suddenly hugged one of the guys about to get on the ship. She said a bunch of stuff that none of them understood and then handed him her helmet.

After the weird woman finished speaking, the man she hugged said, " Yeah I can be this Gray or who ever else you want me to be sweet cheeks!" The guy then slapped her rear with a cheesy smile plastered over his face. He was ready to get lucky tonight! The guy was not Gray. He did sort of look like Gray use to months ago, especially from behind, only with a shaggier hair and thinner but he wasn't Gray. He just kept making those terrible play boy flirting pick up lines and winking at this woman who clearly wanted him bad enough to cross a battlefield to get a piece of him. As all of this happened the rest of the crowd could on only think: What was going on?!

Gray:​

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Gray hadn't gotten far out of the mines when things went crazy. He didn't know what was happening but it got loud quickly. Lots of screaming occurred and he could sense panic beginning to set in. A rocket explosion sounded and then he heard someone's name being yelled out. It was followed by a calming of the fight a bit after, but he still didn't know what was happening here. He did get a quick sense of one of the people in the area though. It was Star. He felt conflicted. Too much had happened and he had heard too much while in his torment. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he couldn't get it off his mind. He couldn't handle seeing her right now though was all he was certain about.

So Gray focused on hiding his signature. He drew the force of his body within himself to compact it as tightly as possible so none of it could escape. He hadn't done this much before so he was not sure how good he was at it, but he continued to work on it as best as he could. The soldiers helping out the miners were speaking with Star and whoever else was with her as he hunched over and hide himself amongst the workers. His hair was long and ragged. A beard now grew wildly on his face and his eyes and forehead were completely covered by a gray scarf that was worn to the point of near tatters. His body was thin and as worn as his scarf. He looked nothing like his former self and was highly unlikely anyone would recognize him from looks alone. He just kept quiet and to himself while pretending to be one of the worst of miners.

Spoiler

[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Riamah]

Being at the far end of the commons area at the entrance to the mine, Ra was able to get a good view of where fighting was still going on, where it was calm and decided now would be a good time to get an area set aside for the medics.

People were still coming up out of the mine and were absorbed into the confusion going on over in that area. The slave workers that had been left unattended were looking rather clueless, so Ra gave them purpose.

"Go about clearing this area of its debris. People that are in need of medical attention will be moved here."

They had been used to taking orders and at the moment she was just another master. They didn't care about their lot in life only the fact they were alive to keep working. These slaves got working on clearing the area and making it as clear of rubble as possible.

"Now, I'm going to go out there and start herding the injured in here. If any of you have medical training, make sure to keep the ones in worst condition here to be treated. I'm sorry I don't have any medical supplies with me. Those are incoming though."

A wild shot headed in their direction and she dove to the ground with the miners around her. Once it passed, Ra was on the move. She motioned to the people nearby to head over to that corner she had secured and started herding the various groups she found in the direction she wanted them to go.

Slowly, she made her way to the entrance to see what was going on there. Even there, the battle had cooled off and right now there was just a mingling of confused people. The guards and employees of the mine were disarmed and apprehended, all standing in a defeated group. As the groups came up from the mine, Ra just directed traffic to pass through the medical area she had made in the corner.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

@Ra'a'mah [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

She held a hand a hand up to silence them, the force suddenly drew in quickly, she didn't like that at all. She looked to the commando as she spoke calmly

no more shots shall be fired any more, we all agree we are tired of the fighting. Ra stand down if you've not already start gather wounded let's help these people. Ardgal weapons down when you enter try and get ships over here large amount of wounded and slaves

She sighed as she looked to the crowd,Cynthia found the wrong man which meant Stardust couldn't find him.by looks alone. She took a minute as she sat on the ground taking a breath in and blocking out the world. Her reach in the force extedned out, like tendrils gently probing those around with a sense of calm as she went over the crowd...one area stick out like the force was being pulled inwards, Stardust opened her eyes and stood announcing

I'm going in the crowd to search for my husbamd, you've my word no harm shall come to a soul here anymore

She spoke calmly as she started walking gently moving people out of her way softly as she homed in on that area where the force was drawn in. She stopped probably a few feet from gray however she didn't know that as she stopped and thought for a second...if she can't recognize hid face or body...she knew one just one thing...soemthing she had bared witness to years ago

She moved and looked at the arms of the men before her, she had witness gray take judgment of the clans do to jack, unfortunately it had cost gray part of his arm...something buried in he remind that she hated to remember...it was as bad as castameer almost

She checked the arms of the men in the area she felt the force suddenly drawn, she stopped at one with a scarf around his forehead and eyes, this man didn't look no where close to gray but...she had to consider he could be in terrible condition. She looked at his arms then stopped cold...she stepped closer looking at his arm as she blinked....she slowly looked up shaky as she spoke

g...gray...i..is it you?

She hoped this was him and not someone similar...she hoped so much so

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[Member="Ra'a'mah"]Ξ [member="Gray Raxis"] Ξ [member="Relina Zhan"] Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"]

Maybe the blast from the rocket hit harder than what she thought. She could see now that she lost gray and instead mistakes him for a man looked similar from behind. Snatching her helmet back she'd hit the man who slapped her ass with it, it was a hard hit knocking him to the floor. "Sorry but not sorry. Thought you was someone else. But you deserved that don't ever touch a girl without her permission." She said scolding the creep of a man with an angered tone. Although she did make the mistake in the first place. Still two wrongs don't make a right. Cynthia turned to face Star with a sheepish look and went after star. A sickening feeling sank in her stomach. "Gray is here somewhere I just now it. He has to be star, he just has to be." She said as she looked at her. The transport clearly looked full and near over capacity. Yet still many left who came out the mines.

Walking up to star she'd take hold of her hand and squeezed tight. She made a rookie mistake and maybe her personal feeling was effecting her rational thinking. Panic was quickly setting in as she could feel hear heart race, pounding hard against her chest. She'd put her helmet on and once again began to scan the croud. Although it was no use as her eyes filled with tears. Tears no one would see but star was one of the only other people that knew cynthia enough to tell. "I'm sorry." Her hand would slip away as star began to search people. Her eyes drew to the floor as she followed star until she spoke his name this time. She'd lift her head up looking at the man in in a gray tattered scarf.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Gray Raxis"]

Cipher lowered her weapon as the Mandalorian woman who had shot at her just a bit ago entered the scene. "Mandalorians...." she said, trailing off as she looked upon the brash newcomers seeking Gray Raxis. "... If that is your affiliation, then there is no need for us to be fighting in the first place. The Hapes Consortium would rather work with the Mandalorians, frankly."

At the order being given to more slaves that had been freed, she would countermand the order given to them that involved cleaning debris. "All liberated workers, cease and desist. Cancel that last order. You are no one's property. Not anymore. Your implants have all been deactivated. You are free to go back to your families or otherwise live your own lives again. We will be taking as many of you as possible from this area." She declared firmly.

Cipher then looked to the Mandalorians and asked, "Do you have more transports to get the rest of these people off this planet and ensure their safety? We have a squadron of fighters above keeping the skies clear."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Location: At the mine--ish

Ardgal finally made it to the mine in time to see the third party involved. Every military had their tell. To a being who was purely organic but well trained they might be able to differentiate the different general locations of the forces in the galaxy; if given enough time they might be able to see when a mercenary forces is from the Outer Rim instead of Wild Space or the Mid Rim. But a cyborg with a database chalked full of such details, it was clear on sight who these people were with. Not only that, the Hapans were far from strangers to him. Their reclusive military ways were unlike anything else in the galaxy, from how they gripped their rifles to the way they stood in formation, to the armor they wore.

Beside some of their forces, Ardgal could see Stardust doing some of her strange wizard ways. He wasn't a force adept, in fact he was the anti-thesis of all things Force. As the subject of Vong shaping, he was as force-dead as they came.

"What do you want to do here, Ardgal?" Virgil asked, her words guarded and terse through their squad comm.

"Stand by, I'll handle this," the man strode forward just in time to pick up on the tail end of Cypher's statement about working with the Mandalorians.

"And we would rather work with you as well," the general said amiably as he could. His white helmet gave a nod, "Ardgal, Raxis'alor. My thanks and the thanks of my clan for your exemplary assistance in removing the opposition. I have several transports of my own that can assist in any moving that is necessary, but they are cargo vessels so it may take some time for them to do their work."

It was an olive branch, or at least his attempt at one. If it went well they could all be back on the same page sooner than later.

"If it is alright with you, I would like to conduct a thorough search for our missing person. He is family," Ardgal gave a gesture with his hand, "I'm sure you understand how important he is to us."

[member="Relina Zhan"] I [member="Cynthia Raxis"] I [member="Stardust Raxis"] I @Ra'a'mah I [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

Cipher turned to the approaching Mandalorian general. She didn't move her head apart from facing him, but behind her mirrored visor, she briefly sized him up. After a short pause she would wave a hand in a downward motion.

"Weapons down, boys." she said evenly. "I am known as Cipher. Royal Office of Naval Intelligence Acquisitions and Retrieval department. Rank, Lieutenant Colonel. Service number: Delta-five-one-nine-Sierra Juliet. The rest is classified."

The rest of the Hapan Commandos lowered their weapons upon hearing the orders, taking a stand by position.

"It would seem alot of people are looking for this Gray Raxis person. We freed these people from bondage here, but it is not known to us whether your guy was among them, although this woman seems to think he is." she added, pointing out Stardust. "If he is here, then it is by chance, although I won't deny that I acted upon a moral obligation beyond the scope of my orders.... I'll take the court martial, too, if it comes to one."

 

[Gray Raxis]

Midway Mine

Things were not going well. The mine entrance had become thick with activity and everyone was focused on finding Gray. He didn't want to be found though, so how did they know to come here? It was true he wanted to get these people some help but too much of the attention now was on finding him and not on helping out these poor people. At least the soldiers that were here were focused on the right thing, but even they were beginning to be lead towards other things. It seemed the gathered people were starting to panic a bit again as the various groups identified themselves. Mandalorians and Hapes soldier here on Roon? The Imperials were sure to not like that if they noticed and even if they didn't the Mandalorians didn't have a great reputation in the galaxy at large. They were known for hostility not humanitarianism. The feelings were bothering Gray as he couldn't block them out. They were too close and there was nothing else for him to focus on other then that while he was trying to hide his signature.

Eventually Star found her way over to him. Gray didn't know how she would recognize him at first. He was sure he didn't look the same as before and his signature might be similar but it had changed along with him. He had been through too much for it not to have been effected as well. So what could it be? As he tightened his hands into fists it dawned on him: his hand. He wanted to curse himself right now but he needed to get through this. He couldn't acknowledge her or it would give him away. He couldn't run for it because even if he wasn't himself it would just get him shot or attacked in this situation. That really only left him with one option....

Gray just stood there after she had said something to him as if he didn't realize she was speaking to him. He couldn't be Gray Raxis right now but he could be someone else. He could be a blind man who had seen his share of troubles in life. It would not take much to be that man after all. Gray was already that man and just needed a different name....

Spoiler

[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust watched the man in silence, or should she say gray, seeing his fist tighten she took a step back and looked at his hand again...she knew it had to be him..she remembered helping him with the hand many many times as her own arms had been taken by war. She knew the ins and outs of the circuits motors bolts.

Stardust stood strong as she stared the man down, she let a breath out as she motioned to the hand. Seeing it busted and a few wires split here and there as she spoke

seems uh..got a lot to fix on it huh...gray? Did they take your voice?

Being so close she could feel his force signature only confirming for her this was the man she married...but it didn't look like him except for the hand. She reached out slowly as she lifted it up and looked at it as she closed her eyes as she bowed her head

we looked everywhere for you...cynthia especially...i searched when I could along with dealing with the clan and my planet...and taking care of our child...

She gave a smile that then faded as she sighed and let his hand go as she tightened her fist

they hurt you...they hurt you...theybwill not see a cell

She went silent standing before him...quiet with the house of those around them

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Relina Zhan"] @ra'a'mah [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Stardust Raxis"] Ξ [member="Gray Raxis"]

Cynthia saw stars hand clench into a fist. Even though her eyes blurred with tears streaming down her face. She'd nudge stars hand with her own. It was a subtle way to say hold my hand. "Gray?" She said softly reaching out to the scarf ready to pull it down. Cynthia needed to know herself. She needed this to be gray.


(Sorry for the small post I wasn't sure what to put.)