Time-check (FO's Dominion of Elrood {Hex L-51})

[Omari Ngao]

Objective: BYOO

Watching the proxy droids enter the landed shuttle, there was a moment of silence after they disappeared through the dark threshold into the ship. Nothing. Omari thought his helmet was malfunctioning and was reaching up to take off before the sound of blaster fire could be heard whining, dulled by the hull of the ship as there were screams of pain and death. There was an explosion that blew out the front of the ship, and when the Sergeant ran towards the vessel, it exploded in front of him.

The fiery light lit up in front of him, washing over him before it engulfed him before being followed by the concussive force that threw him away from the ship, tossing him across the dirt floor of the hangar. In his TEAMCOM he could hear the sound of his fireteam calling his name, or rather his unit designation and his rank.

He never believed that the stormtrooper armour they all wore was useful enough to actually save his life like this...

Whoever designed this is actually my hero.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Objective I
Equipment | Training Lightsaber, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires
Location | Grand Lobby of the Grace of Elrood, Daya Grand Plaza, Elrooden, Elrood
Allies | First Order, @Aren Graves
Status | Why do they always have to pick the difficult way?

[SIZE=11pt]It was clear from the way they angled their body slightly away that they were wary of her. Though they did not witness Marriskcal putting their employees into a stupor with their own eyes, her youthful appearance and solitary presence were suspect. “Oh, before I forget,” she said, looking up at the male standing closest to her. “Where do you source your kyber crystals from anyway[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?” Considering their headquarters were located on Elrood, their source could not be further away than the next sector. Perhaps she could request for permission to visit the crystal caves and see if any of them resonated with her. While part of her was fond enough of her training lightsaber, there was a reason why synth-crystals were used mainly for them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The male, a director or something whose title and name she did not care to remember, pressed his lips together in displeasure. The blonde gave a put upon sigh at the mild show of defiance. “Fine… we’ll just have to do this the difficult way then,” she mumbled to herself. Marriskcal caught his gaze and held them, impressing the full weight of her influence on the older man. Unlike the individuals that she has placed into deep slumber back up in top floor, his mind resisted her attempt for a fraction longer than his unfortunate employees. But no matter how willful an individual may be, without proper mental shields nor training, it was only a matter of time before their defenses crumbled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“T–Tantra,” he gasped out, a trail of blood slowly leaking out of his nostril.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“There we go. It would be sooooooo much less painful if you’ve just cooperated from the start.” Due to his misplaced stubbornness, they both had to suffer from a headache now. Ugh. It was not as if they would be allowed to keep their company either way, especially if the sharp sudden pitch of fear she sensed from them earlier were indicative of their allegiances.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the turbolift car began to approach the grand lobby, the blonde sensed fear and anger. Oh[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] It would seem that her escorts has arrived sooner than the estimation given to her. But such efficiency was definitely something Marriskcal appreciated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a melodious chime, the twin doors slid open.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A flare of confusion, swiftly accompanied by the bitter tinge of dismay and futility bloomed behind her as she stepped out into the grand lobby. Her blue eyes flickered to the prominent figure standing at the center of the lavishly decorated area, then to the stormtroopers that were carrying out their duties, and finally landing on the injured guard before going back to the male waiting for them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sergeant Major, I presume[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]? I'm Agent Skuld.”[/SIZE]

 

[Progflaw99]

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[Former] Rebellion Safehouse
Status: Ambush Sprung, Gritting Teeth​

Targets: Chrome Dome (The Majorhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11097-the-major/http://starwarsrp.net/user/11097-the-major/) | Solid Snake (Dresden Verbrennung)| [member="Leah Kaban"]​

Objective: Rescue Oren, Sian | Inflict Casualties on First Order Troops​

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Despite the ringing in his ears Atlas heard the elevated voice of Petra, it sounded muffled though. Confused, he shook his head once, twice - and then the pain. Whatever had caused it, his left ear felt like it had been pricked with a red hot poker. *Must have broke an eardrum. Damn.* Between the thundering of the lasers and resulting explosions, it was just his luck. Lifting his eyes skyward he saw the pilot's final volley kick up dirt and stone of the courtyard towards the direction of the oncoming chrome titan, then suddenly veer off course and disappear across the tops of the surrounding buildings. Though they were tenacious in a fight, the rebels weren't trained soldiers, their pilots not bloodied angels of death. Though Atlas hadn't known it, [member="Dresden Verbrennung"]'s laser had done the trick, intimidating the young pilot above enough to send him scrambling away.

Atlas nodded gingerly in response to Petra's comment about cover, his free hand reaching to the side of his head momentarily. When he pulled it away, there was blood. *Yep. Definitely an eardrum. This is going to be fun.* To get to better cover meant sacrificing the one they now huddled behind - and moving fast. Neither of which Atlas really felt inclined to do. Unfortunately, he knew she was right. He let the woman drag him, resting his back against the central pillar of the fountain, cold water almost chest deep. Already he could see the gloss white of the First Order Stormtroopers glimmering on the rooftops across the courtyard, they didn't have much time. A quick glance was all he needed, eyeballing the lay of the land before splashing back down into the water.

"There's an overturned lorry about halfway between us and the next row of buildings, think we can make it?"​

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Atlas pointed the direction he'd looked in. His voice sounded off to him, but he chalked it up to his eardrum. He sure hoped he could still keep his balance, the pain had begun to settle in and each laser blast from his or the troopers blasters was like a slap on the side of his head.

[member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Leah Kaban"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"]​

 

[The Major]

A cello can be heard strumming playfully -brushed with fingertips without attention, making a medley of scattershot notes that came across as a mess on the surface. Yet still there was a rhythm and calm energy to them.

….

……………..

…..

………………You fell asleep again, haven’t you?​

A groan permeated the dark, followed by a single question buzzing. What do you mean?

Don’tcha know that if you’re not being yourself then you’re asleep?​

I’m doing my best.

EhhhhHHH. Maybe. If you were just like them. But you’re not. And it’s killing you. Look at you now, Girly: asleep on the floor. You don’t listen to me. You don’t listen to Old Man Robot either. You don’t listen to the living. You don’t listen to the dead. You’re running. Neither roses nor metal; neither right nor wrong. No wonder you’re asleep. You’re bored.​

So what? Maybe I don’t need to play games. Maybe this is how I should be. How I deserve to be.

Booooooring. Look, Little One. Lemme do you a favor: What you’re sweating for right now -what you’re bleeding for? It ain’t gonna leave a legacy. It won’t even leave a trace.​

…. ……… ….

Hah hahahah. Think it over, Dear. Think about what you’re doing.​

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……………...

The Major coughed suddenly and a world of light and pain exploded upon her awareness. Blood splattered against her helmet’s filter and immediately dribbled back onto her tongue and teeth, pushing the raw taste of iron all along her taste buds. Her body was stiff but still responsive, and her chest felt tight and hot. A number of warning indicators buzzed along the corners of her HUD, whining about damage or status ailments that didn’t really pierce the strange, floating sensation tingling in her arms and legs. Straining her neck, the now toasty Chrome Dome could peer down and espy that a large spot of soot at appeared upon the chest of armor, and as she laid there steam was still flowing outwards where some of the plate was superheated to the point of worry. Another pop up indicated that her temporary bubble shield was now recharging. So although the details were murky, she assumed that she heard the craft diving, turned on the personal shield as a reflex, and still was thrown back a few meters as the high powered beam bounced off the protection but not without conferring some blast back. In fact, Sybil could see she had slid back all the way to the street corner, and only was stopped when her head crashed into a street pole. That pole now listed dangerously, creaking lightly as the weight started pulling it over inch by inch.

The chest flicked warrior probably looked like a KIA to the rebels, so while somewhat dulled to the danger of her present situation she slowly tried to squeeze her hands before reaching carefully down her sides to the level of her hip. There, upon her utility belt should be some kind of upper that could keep her going. With any luck she would find it before anyone on her side could notice.

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Dresden Verbrennung"], [member="Leah Kaban"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Petra Vitalis"] and his accomplices

 

[Dresden Verbrennung]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="The Major"] and FO
Enemies: [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"]

Dresden didn't have time to do more than take a couple of potshots at the rebels. If that pilot had any brains at all, he'd be back to hammer this location, and fast.

He barreled back downstairs as fast as his lanky legs would carry him, barely missing his own tripwires. The few remaining troopers with the prisoner looked confused, but didn't question when he told them to let the rebels have the prisoner if there was no other option. She wasn't worth their lives, and it's not like they'd get much out of her. If he died, or got more than a kilometer or so away from her, the grenades in her tummy would detonate and she'd pop like the world's largest pimple.

The mercenary wasn't built for running. It was one of his least favorite things to do. There was a long, extensive list of things he'd prefer to running, not in the least of which being packing his peehole with glitter and confetti and pretending his pecker was a party popper, or shaving his nipples with a lightsaber. Running was for suckers, and if it wasn't absolutely life or death, he tried not to.

Unfortunately, it was life or death. Not for him, maybe, although getting the hell off that roof before the bird circled back around was a must.

In the last instant before the pilot veered off, he caught a glimpse of a chrome figure flying through the air like a ragdoll. He had a decent idea of where she landed, and knew better than to think something like that would take out Ms. S. The old wardog had met his fair share of hard to kill folks over the years, and she was right up there with the best of them. But if the enemy got their hands on her before she recovered from the initial effects of the blast, or if she was too injured to move on her own (which more or less amounted to the same thing), that would probably drop her down a few spots.

And so, he sprinted out of the not so safehouse, across the street, through an alley or two until finally, he had eyes on his hideously shiny employer.

If pressed, Dresden probably couldn't say why he bothered. As a rule, he tried not to leave comrades to die, but in this business (both the merc and the spy game), you couldn't afford to care too much. Their days were as numbered as yours, and as sure as the stars burned in the heavens, everyone's counter would tick down to zero sooner or later. And yet, here he was, running.

He wouldn't go so far as to call her a friend, although they were definitely friendly. After she rehired him as a mercenary, the two had shared a few laughs and any number of drinks at the expense or because of their more feebleminded coworkers, but there was a wall between the two of them that no amount of liquor would break. They certainly weren't lovers; Dresden wasn't sure S knew exactly what a penis was for, aside from a convenient place to stick electrodes during interrogation, and the cocktail of medicines he was on for his condition left his libido hovering somewhere between nonexistent and theoretical.

So why risk his life?

Well, it's not like he had anything better to do.

::S, it's V. I've got eyes on from an alleyway about 30 meters to your 4 o'clock. You've got about 30 seconds before anyone notices you're alive, so catch your breath. When you're ready to move, just do it, I've got you covered.::

 

[Robogeber]

"NO!" The scream echoed throughout the command deck, as six of the engineers writhed and contorted in the vacuum of space. The droid watched the life drain from their bodies, and frost replace the moisture of their skin. It was done. The engineering hierarchy of the Bexley Corporation had been liquadated in that instant. The Mon Calamari, Dubrov turned back to Rausgeber's autonomous form. "You! I'll kill you!" Two stormtroopers ruthlessly bashed the elderly man, sending him sprawling into the consoles.

Rausgeber gave a cold chuckle, "Your colleagues were immaterial, if not a detriment to our efforts." The Grand Admiral coolly mused to the engineer, "It seems you are the man we need for the job." The menacing hum of repulsorlift generators resonated across the chamber as Rausgeber began to pace back and forth. "Work for the First Order, and I will see that no more of your staff will come to be harmed."

The Mon Cal wiped blood from his face, and glared through his comically bulbous eyes at the officer. "What would you have me do?" He venomously spat.

Rausgeber allowed a sly smile. "See, I knew we could be reasonable." He patronisingly mused, his smile however returned to the usual cold, contemptuous gaze he gifted foe and friend alike with. "This facility is of great import for our navy. But it requires a transformation." He then looked the man dead in the eye, "You, sir. You will help us administer this transition."

"And why would I help you?"

"Because," Rausgeber continued, "What choice do you have?"

 

[Elena Lowe]

Objective 1: Repel the rebel counterattack.
Location: Outside the remains of the rebel safehouse

It was pandemonium on the ground. At the centre of the courtyard, she was trapped between the attacking rebels, the bewildered FOSB forces, and the suddenly advancing rebel forces. By the time the X-Wing swooped down upon the commander, ziplining across the causeway between buildings, the two troopers fighting beside her were dead. The first had his head blown off by a heavy blaster bolt, the helmet detaching neatly and rattling as it rolled away behind her. The second succumbed to rifle fire, and he remained crouched and lifeless over his heavy blaster rifle.

Hunkered low, paralysed with terror and trapped in the worst position possible, Leah came to the gut-wrenching realisation that she needed to move. If she remained behind the battered, scorched wall at the edge of the courtyard, she would surely die.

Hefting her F-11, she sent a spray of fire wildly across the square, aiming roughly at the myriad windows from which flashes of crimson illuminated grim, savage faces in beastly shades of plasmatic red. Leah scanned her dark eyes left, then right, twice before her head once again ducked down and she shrunk away from the answering fire that tore chunks from the flimsy cover.

In a practiced motion, she sprung to her feet and ran with her head low, quickly and efficiently following the path she'd committed to memory in her brief glimpse over the cover. Her body followed all the minds commands, her toned muscles conditioned in training. In moments, she'd crossed the short distance to an overturned truck lying against the scorched facade of a building. She rolled behind the cover as the rebel fire struggled to catch up with her, peppering the stone behind her.

Unbeknownst to Leah, another pair of soldiers was fast approaching the cover.

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[member="The Major"] | [member="Max Fel"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"]​

 

[Suki Klev]

Objective 1, Post 3
Allies: [member="The Major"] [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] [member="Max Fel"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Soundtrack: You Only Live Twice

Like all competent spies, or at least the ones in the holomovies, Suki had a thin blaster strapped to her right thigh and a tiny vibroblade strapped to the left, the holster feeling no more intrusive than a garter belt. Of all of the laced, tight, boned and itchy lingerie a woman had to wear in her life, it was as though they were cut out to endure the accoutrements of a secret agent.

After she completed the encore, she slammed back another shot - her last one of the night if she wanted to remain steady on her feet and the high heels only proved this to be a perilous task after four alcoholic drinks.

Either way, it was go time. But with no backup could she take out two rebel sympathizers?

She approached the pair like a Cliveden’s showgirl, one leg cross-crossing in front of the other as she walked confidently up to Mr. Angevin.

“Thank you for the Noonian Fixer, it was certainly-”

“I’ll have three of them sent over right away,” he said with a sly smile.

Suki tried to grin, but she knew it came out as a grimace. A small, round serving droid wheeled over with the three of the potent drinks. The agent went to take hers, and Mr. Angevin swooped in and handed her the glass with a chivalrous flourish, causing her to grit her teeth over the machismo display.

Then a strange thing happened.

The diplomat’s female companion began sputtering and holding her throat, pinkish froth bubbling up from her lips. Suki ungracefully spit out her own mouthful of Noonian Fixer, but she knew with a sinking feeling that she’d distinctly felt the cold, bitter liquid slide down her esophagus and into her stomach.

 

[The Major]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Dresden Verbrennung"], [member="Leah Kaban"] and the First Order
Enemies: [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Petra Vitalis"] and his accomplices

Survive. That was now her current aim. When things came down to such desperate times it never looked pretty. For instance, as both rebels and First Order operatives engaged in firefights that spread into the nearby streets as people tried to spread out to gain an advantage of a flanking angle on their opposition. The Major, still disoriented from the after effects of surviving a strafing run found herself even further confused by the spreading angles of battle. She could hardly see, and not because of any specific damage to the eye slots in her shiny helmet, but because shock was settling in and providing a fog of sensory overload. In her stupor she even forgot exactly why she needed to reach over to her belt for the treatment that could at least speed up her recovery in this streetfight.

But then she heard a voice over comms, and for all she knew it might as well have been the Force itself speaking. It called her “S,” and she struggled to remember if it was because some people had once called her Miss Spider, or if the name she was told to give out once leaving her home began with the letter “S.” Who was she again? Why did her chest burn? Right. She was hit. It was infuriating because the Director knew that just a few moments ago all of this was clear, but now a gray haze was overtaking her awareness.

Nevertheless, the Major rolled with a groan unto her belly and crawled toward the source of the voice, convincing herself that all she needed to do was make like a slug and keep inching. As long as she could reach that source all would be fine.

 

[Petra Vitalis]

Petra recoiled at the sight of [member="Atlas Viridian"]'s blood, then instinctively reached across him to gently tug his chin towards her, so she could see the source. His ear was bleeding. It could mean a couple of things, in her experience, but as her dark eyes examined his lighter ones, she didn't see the kind of disorientation that she would expect from a head injury. He seemed alert, and his movements and words certainly illustrated that was the case. She followed his gaze towards the lorry and then nodded. "Agreed," she called.

She shucked her waistcoat, deciding that it too was too sodden with chlorinated water to allow her the best freedom of movement. She took the initiative, pulling herself over the edge of the fountain, and drew her blaster from her now-exposed shoulder holster. She fired at the troopers she could see while reaching out to Atlas with her other arm. "Lean on me if you need to," she ordered. "I'm not going to leave you here."

Without waiting for an agreement, she pulled his arm over her shoulder and they made off. The noise was intense -- uncomfortable for her, but it seemed to be taking its toll on the pilot. She kept up suppressing fire on her way down the walkway, moving as quickly as was practicable and hoping that her suppressing fire would actually suppress. There were some uncomfortably close shots, and Petra nearly let go of Atlas on more than one occasion, but somehow they managed to reach the lorry. When she had lowered Atlas on the safer side of cover, Petra was still blissfully unaware that they weren't alone as she dug in her pocket for an emergency medkit.

"I don't know if there's anything in here that will help you," she admitted as she fumbled with the package, adrenaline rushing through her. "But it's the only thing I've got."

[member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Leah Kaban"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"]​

 

[Aren Graves]

OBJ. I

Location: Grand lobby of the Grace Of Elrood, Elrooden, Elrood

Equipment: Full set of stormtrooper armor, F-11D blaster rifle

Allies: All FO members, Marriskcal Latihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18910-marriskcal-lati/

Aren had to suspend disbelief as he stared at the child that had just exited the turbolift with his targets and introduced herself as Agent Skuld. A- a child? What kind of joke is this. The man The stormtrooper did not extend his hand to her and instead kept it tight against his blaster, holding the weapon to his chest and looking down at the girl. He was about to speak but was distracted by the sound of blows landing and painful cries from behind him. He smirked as he watched the horrified faces of the Grace Of Elrood officials. Aren's eyes returned to the girl while the squelching sounds of teeth being knocked out continued in the background.

"Agent Skuld, a pleasure. My men and I will be escorting you today. " The stormtroopers in the room carried out their gaurds and loaded them onto a truck while Aren, Skuld, and the officials headed outside towards a large speeder with two more troopers waiting inside. Aren glanced down and back to the terrified officials and back down to the girl. "Have you gained any information yet? I can tell this crowd will be rather talkative after a bit of motivation." As the men and women loaded onto the speeder Aren shouted out to them "Keep in mind ladies and gentlemen, be cooperative and no one has to get hurt!"

 

[Progflaw99]

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Overturned Lorry | In Cover
Status: In Conflict​

Targets: Chrome Dome (The Major) | Solid Snake (Dresden Verbrennung)| Leah Kabanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19235-leah-kaban/​

Objective: Rescue Oren, Sian | Inflict Casualties on First Order Troops | Escape / Exfil​

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He didn't have much a choice in the matter, the wound to his eardrum sending his feet wobbling every which way as the pair of rebel fighters tried their damnedest to reach the overturned lorry. After a few close calls and the constant thundering in his skull, they made it - oblivious to all else. Atlas' own blaster hung limply at his side. He wasn't tired but damn if he couldn't focus. His head was fine but with each laser blast it felt like the whole world was screaming into his ear. Now nestled 'safely' behind the vehicle, Atlas had a moment to catch his breath. Gratefully he took the package, winding up some gauze and wrapping his head hastily. If he could just prevent sound from getting in his ear at all, maybe the pain would subside. *But what about Sian?*

He couldn't help in this condition, there wasn't a way to break through the First Order soldiers now that they'd gained their footing. There was only one shot left, and it required nothing from them and everything from the woman who'd been held captive. If she could just make a run for it, get somewhat close, the dynamic duo of Atlas and Petra could provide covering fire. Having finished hastily wrapping his head, Atlas peeked around the edge of the truck and raised his voice.

"Sian, run!"​

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In a flash he saw the woman appear from one of the blown out windows, the gloved fist of a First Order trooper slipping from her arm as she batted it away. *She broke free!* he thought, though his elation would only last a few more moments. Extending his arm and firing towards the Order's positions, Atlas silently hoped and prayed that the Devaronian woman would make it. He had to duck again behind cover as blaster fire erupted along the back end of the vehicle from a moving figure hunched low. Shouting over the lorry, he would wait a moment before peeking out again.

"Not far now, hurry! Petra, help me here!"​

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[member="Petra Vitalis"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Leah Kaban"]​

 

[Suki Klev]

Objective 1, Post 4
Allies: [member="The Major"] [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] [member="Max Fel"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Poison. The woman had ingested some kind of poison, but off the bat Suki had no idea what kind, not unless she remained conscious herself. Somewhere in her clutch bag, she had a small cache of charcoal pills, but she already felt sick to her stomach and weak in her limbs, convinced the politician had also poisoned her drink.

As the female diplomat fell to her knees, holding her throat, the FOSB agent gave Mr. Angevin a panicked glance, yet he just stood there and grinned like a fool as death began to consume the woman below them.

“You’re just drunk, Agent Klev. You haven’t been poisoned.” Mr. Angevin said this with a jovial tone as though he’d pulled a silly prank and hadn’t actually executed a fellow being in the dingy confines of the Drunken Droid.

“What?” she asked, hand finally unholstering the elegant, compact blaster at her hip. Funny how the mind worked, yet the man was correct. She merely felt inebriated, not actually ill. “Wait. How do you know my name?”

“Because I can normally hear you typing up your field notes in the next office. The name is Agent Oliver. On the odd occasion I'm at headquarters and not here on Elrood, I work in Room 78."

“You’ve been undercover all of this time?”

"Yes, I have." He sipped from his short glass and tapped the female diplomat with his well-polished shoe, attesting to her expiration. “Rigor mortis sets in right away, doesn’t it? But you, Agent Klev. Were you not undercover at Clivedens for the last few years?”

“No, that was my real job.”

He gave her a dry, withering apologetic look. “So sorry.”

“I almost killed you, you know.”

“Ah but you hesitated. That should be a lesson to you if I had really poisoned you. You would have given your life to the First Order and accomplished your mission. You would give your life for the cause, would you not?”

“Y-yes. Yes I would.”

But it was said with reticence which both of them noticed.

Luckily Agent Obdris said nothing, out of dashing quips for the moment.

 

[Dresden Verbrennung]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="The Major"] | FO
Enemies: [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Petra Vitalis"]

Sian did indeed make it to the lorry. In fact, she made it into the waiting arms of the rebels, still woozy, no doubt, but alive. It was honestly a wonder that she'd had the presence of mind to break free at all. But then again, it was notoriously tricky to brew drugs meant for Devaronians. Their silver-based blood and unique biochemistry meant that nearly nothing went as planned, unless you were a Devaronian yourself, and even then it was tricky.

That was as much as Dresden cared before turning his attention to his comrade. He didn't bother manually triggering the grenades, instead opting to swap them to a thirty second timer via the control module in his cargo pocket. He'd miss the money shot, but there were more important things.

It was pretty clear that S was in a bad way. He could now see the scorch mark on her chest, could see the armor still glowing slightly.

"Kark," he muttered.

She wasn't moving very well at all. Probably concussed, almost certainly in shock, possible internal trauma, she wasn't going to get very far on her own. The former agent swore again, then peered through his scope.

The rebels were putting up a good fight, but they knew this was one they didn't have much of a chance to win. FO reinforcements would be here sooner or later, and tenacity was no substitute for numbers. As near as he could tell, they were more worried about breaking contact than dealing with the wounded, even one so shiny as Ms. S.

It was now or never. There was a decent chance that in 27 seconds or so, they'd be pissed off enough to come looking for revenge, and then S would make for a juicy prize. He had to get her off the street and behind something solid until medevac could get here.

Dresden darted out from his hidey hole, leaving his rifle behind and drawing a large, semiautomatic pistol from his side. He sprinted over to S. She was moving, arms and legs, so if she had a spinal injury, it wasn't critical. Moving her carelessly might make one worse, but at this point, it was more important to get her off the X. If she lived, she could yell at him later.

Rather than try to pick her up, he reached under her armor at the base of her neck, where a convenient handle was tucked away.

The harness was a relatively new addition to her armor, suggested by Dresden for just such an occasion. Normally, it was a comfortable, fitted item worn between the bodysuit and armor. It was lightweight and thin, and didn't get in the way or cause any problems. In the event of an emergency, the handle at the back of the neck could be pulled, releasing a meter long lanyard. With the harness to both secure the lanyard to the patient and distribute the pressure of being dragged across the ground evenly across their torso, it was an effective and relatively safe way to drag a patient to safety without having to stop and pick them up for a traditional carry. The harness could leave bruises if it wasn't adjusted properly beforehand, but that was a small price to pay.

"Via woman, that armor is heavy!" he snarled as he dragged her across the street and into the alleyway.

::Overlord, this is Victor 2-1. Request immediate dustoff on my location.::

::Roger, Victor 2-1. What is your status?::

Dresden snorted loudly.

::Overlord, situation is Charlie Foxtrot at this time.::

There were a few more terse moments of radio chatter as the mercenary relayed the situation to higher. Because he wasn't actually a member of the FO's military or the FOSB, it took longer than it should have to authenticate and receive authorization, but they finally got the message. It took another moment after that to frantically explain that no, a fire mission was not called for, as the enemy was still danger karking close.

::2-1, how close is danger close?::

::Stay on the line for a second and I'll let you talk to the bastards! Just send the birds and tell FDC to keep their fingers off the buttons! 2-1 Out.::

If they didn't get here soon, it might not matter.

 

[Petra Vitalis]

Petra ducked into a repulsor well to dodge blaster fire, then leaned out and fired a few bolts towards [member="Leah Kaban"]. "This isn't going to work in the medium-to-long term," Petra called dryly to her compatriots. The overturned lorry was already starting to disintegrate under the assault of the firefight. She scanned the opposite side of the street from the now-ruined safehouse. It was a warren of terrace apparetments houses over commercial spaces. She could easily make it to the roof; someone with less experience in climbing than she, while still being physically fit, could likely do the same. She reloaded her pistol and glanced down to Atlas and Sian. "Cover me. I'll get to cover, then suppress fire until you join me. We can repeat the process to someplace safe we can pop a flare and get the hell out of here!"

The Galidraani noblewoman holstered her blaster and with more gusto than she actually felt, tore away from the crashed lorry, again heading for the fountain. But she didn't go in it; instead, she leapt onto the wide rim of it and used her momentum to throw herself onto the sturdy awning of the shop opposite. It was an easy scramble from there to a colonnade balcony of a posh apartment above the shop. She ducked behind one of the columns and shouted down to Atlas and Sian to make ready, then leaned out and began firing suppressing fire at the First Order forces. She ducked, spinning to the next column, and leaned out again. At this range, her pistol wasn't as accurate as she had hoped, but hopefully it would keep Imperial heads down to give the rebels a chance to flee.

She moved back across the balcony towards the edge she had climbed up, prepared to offer a helping hand to Atlas and Sian on their journey up.

[member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Leah Kaban"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Objective I
Equipment | Training Lightsaber, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires
Location | Troop Carrier, Daya Grand Plaza, Elrooden, Elrood
Allies | First Order, [member="Aren Graves "]
Status | Can I nap now?

[SIZE=11pt]The corner of her lips twitched in barely concealed amusement at the incredulity she could sense emanating off of the Sergeant Major. She was conscious of her status, of course, but as Marriskcal was in a good enough mood from what she deemed to be a successful assignment, it did not annoy her that yet another individual was probably judging her worth solely from her appearances. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The dull thud of weapons and fists meeting flesh was distinct, and the youngling’s attention was drawn to the unfortunate guard. She watched with brutal proceedings with curiousity, noting that all the landed blows were meant to disable more to kill. A silent warning, perhaps[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Marriskcal turned her head to look back at the officials, carefully noting the expressions on their features and assessing their distress at the sight unfolding before them. She wrinkled her nose at the rage and revulsion that was twisting and coiling tightly around them. Oh right, civilians have delicate sensibilities. She would have rolled her eyes as the thought made its way to her mind if she was alone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The pleasure is all mine, Sergeant Major. And thank you for your aid.” She allowed the stormtrooper to lead her outside of the building, using the taller figures that was cordoning off the area to somewhat shroud her presence from curious eyes as they made their way in the waiting vehicle. “I did manage to discern that they have cause for concern in regards to the upcoming interrogation, but I’m not certain whether it’s something that is on a personal basis, or if it involves other elements.” Well, with this short report, her task was definitely over and done with.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Location: Elrood, Outskirts of Capital City
Objective: III (An Ending of Sorts)
Tasks: Finish up a Report

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A calmness settled around most of the market and crowds, even as more heavy fighting continued across a different part of the city everyone else moved along normally. It's almost a bit whimsical really. Seto understood the larger happenings of the galaxy, but often he imagined himself a simpler man in a simpler galaxy. While an entertaining thought to say the least, it did not exactly fill him with any excitement at the prospect of such a simple life. Best to be a man doomed to face the suffering of this wider known galaxy than a man ignorant and blissful as their own death approaches, never allowing them to see a different star. Seto continued his musings as he followed a path laid out to him on his dataslate, the crowds and people around him paid no heed to the young Du Couteau heir hardly giving him a glance his way. He limited his own Force presence greatly, he had no idea if the Rangers were Force sensitive or had someone else with them that could detect other Force users. Best to play it safe.

The curfew for these newly recognized Imperial Citizens commenced soon, and as if almost like clock work a plethora of First Order Stormtroopers filled the markets and streets. Anxiety and fear spiked up quickly, but Seto dug his way past all the expected emotions as he zeroed on a a very focused and brave emotion. It shone brightly in Seto’s head, like a white canvas as a painter decided to splash some orange across. Got you.

He couldn’t yet spot them physically but it would hardly take much time before he reached them, they wouldn’t dare go through a pair of Stormtroopers checking passes and random inspections. There were very few areas and Seto kept his normal pace, his confidence nearly doubled as he heard some shouts of discomfort as a pair of figures pushed past a small crowd of people to turn back around.

With closed eyes he stepped in front of the pair and opened his eyes slowly as he gestured for them to stop. “Well,” Seto started but as he looked around and then down he raised a single eyebrow, “-You kids lost?” He asked. Trying to recover his shock he knew his targets weren’t children, but he swore it was as if he was looking at the Rangers when they were children. The boy was struggling with a large backpack, almost comically so even, Seto slowly took a step back.

“N-no!” The boy responded, with a huff he settled back on one of the straps. The young girl looked even more worried as she glanced around herself, searching for something. “We’re just late to meet up with some friends,” The boy added. This time with a bit more bravery as Seto gave him a questioningly look.

“Well it’s curfew now, so let me escort you kids back to your parents,” Seto declared, with a sigh he looked between the two. Both kids looked up with uncertainty, Seto raised a single finger and with the Force he lifted up the bag and the boy slid off the straps. “Or I’ll just grab one of the Stormtroopers over to help you kids instead,” Seto offered.

The pair of kids gave some serious thought of their possible action, the boy attempted to grab his backpack but Seto simply lifted it a bit higher. They both in turn nodded and quickly the pair led Seto around another corner. The trio stopped as a group of Stormtroopers approached them, but Seto waved them off and the trio continued on their short journey. The boy huffed and continued to pout before suddenly Seto presented his lightsaber to the lad. Seto knew the kid couldn’t ignite the weapon, perhaps one of the most sure things in this galaxy, and the girl appeared to grow a tad braver.

“Are you a Jedi?” She asked, curious. She had already seen him lift the backpack, which is still idly floating behind Seto.

They approached their destination, an apartment complex no worse for wear than the rest of the city, “Something like that I guess, but cooler in my case.” Seto responded with a shrug, he gently laid the backpack down in front of the pair as he stepped back a step. “Do you have a book in your bag?” Seto asked as he knelt down with one knee as he accepted back his lightsaber.

The boy appeared annoyed he couldn’t turn on the saber, he nodded and reached into the bag and handed it to Seto. The girl nervously clutched both her hands together as Seto gave the book a good once over. The book was made by some quite archaic methods, pages contained information and as he flipped through them he found himself staring a picture. With an almost sympathetic smile he closed the book and returned it back to them.

“Well, you kids watch out for trouble, and keep each other safe,” Seto spoke as he stood back up. The communication devices in the bag were broken, no doubt about that, and the kids looked expectantly up at their not-sorta Jedi friend. Seto simply waved bye, sneaking in a Credit chip worth a hefty sum, he moved away and wondered how orphans would fair in the First Order.

Guess I’m not that good of an Inquisitor after all. What a shame.

After a good distance away Seto commed in, "Du Couteau here, objective completed and status cleared. Nothing here." Seto smiled a bit more, knowing his report was only going to take maybe ten minutes of his life now.

 

[Aren Graves]

OBJ. I

Location: Grand lobby of the Grace Of Elrood, Elrooden, Elrood

Equipment: Full set of stormtrooper armor, F-11D blaster rifle

Allies: All FO members, Marriskcal Latihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18910-marriskcal-lati/

Aren smirked under his helmet at her remark. "I would consider their concern a mixture of both." The stormtroopers continued to herd the frightened officials onto the speeder which sealed with a hiss as the last one boarded. Aren would consider this a job well done. However he was annoyed they had to add in some child from an Order that no one knew nothing about, it would have been easier to let him and his men storm the building on their own. Nevertheless, she had done her duty and delivered to him what he needed.

The trooper's face remained expressionless as he shook hands with the girl, not that she could see that anyway "Thank you for your service, I believe we can handle them from here." With that the Sergeant Major whistled to his men who quickly boarded the front cabin of the shuttle. Aren climbed on to the side and held on to a handhold embedded in the metal. With a curt nod to the girl the Major hit the side of the vessel with his fist. The engines roared into action and the troopers made their departure.