Dominion Tyrants Without Thrones || GA Dominion of Lazerian IV

[Diogo Talon]

Refugee camp outskirts
Connel Vanagor

Not our problem, he probably is in the soup too…

In the soup? Who the hell says that? His proboscises, tucked away in his cheeks, squirmed like they were amused. Well, Diogo was gonna have to steal that one—a fitting phrase for an Anzat.

Diogo's jaw tightened and his fists clenched as he watched two other slaves dragged to the encampment. His own anger paled in comparison to the big guy, though. He seemed ready to blow. When the dude took his helmet off, Diogo wanted to scream in mock horror, y'know... as a bit, but A) the seriousness of the situation ceased any desire for humor, and B) that would most definitely blow their cover.

No images, no games, this is “me” talking. Can you handle this? Tell me now, it is okay if you cannot. I’m going to get those slaves out of there, and if you can handle what is going on Connel then reached and pulled out the collected blasters from their tucked in spots in his belt and put them on the ground in front of the Padawan… You can give them these and direct them to the encampment. If not then take them with you and keep them safe. It’s okay whichever you choose, but I need to know that I can count on you, no matter which you choose.

For once, Diogo kept his mouth shut. Then his eyes hardened. Diogo reached for a blaster. Not since the Ballistakinesis class had he wielded a ranged weapon. Although the blaster was lighter than the slugthrowers he was used to, it still felt satisfying in his grip. Maybe it wouldn't feel as gratifying to shoot but as long as it could kill a few slavers that didn't matter much.

Calming down momentarily, in a way that added more weight to the situation, he stared into the kid’s soul… or at least it felt like it. This is real if you want to get out of here, it’s okay, if you want to stay it’s okay. I will be keeping the attention of those monsters, but I need you to tell me now and tell me honestly, no games…

Putting a hand gently, but firmly on Diogo’s shoulder, he asked one last time. Yes or no.

The big man's hand on his shoulder felt hefty, like the weight of the moment pressed down on him. "Yes. Let's do this," Diogo said confidently. Then humor slipped through the cracks. "You should put that helmet back on, though, unless you're plannin' on scarin' 'em to death."

 

[Drystan Creed]

LAZERIAN IV

Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

Tags: Corazona von Ascania | Caelan Valoren | Thralrii Hillbolt | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry

While their armor was blasterproof, Drystan noted a physical strike was more than enough to inflict damage, given it was augmented by external means.

Demonstrating this, Drystan hurled his lightsaber into one warrior, the blade embedding itself squarely in his chest. Simultaneously, he drove his knee into another opponent's helmet, the sheer force of the blow leaving a kneecap sized dent into the side of it with a spray of visor fragments, knocking him out cold.

A fireteam of commandos flanked him, their coordinated fire offering critical support, which he acknowledged with a nod.

"Creed, snipers on the roof."

"Acknowledged," he replied, motioning for the commandos to focus their fire.

"Neutralize oppositional ranged elements. Rooftops first." He pointed to the snipers entrenched above, his sharp gaze zeroing in on one perched atop the tallest building.

Producing a grapnel launcher, Drystan leapt into the air with Force-augmented power, firing the claw mid-flight. The grapnel's claw latched onto the rooftop edge with a metallic bite, the taut cable yanking him upward with dizzying speed.

As he neared the sniper, Drystan reached out with the Force, lifting the marksman high into the air. Using his momentum, he collided with the levitating target, locking him into a headlock under his arm, mid-descent. The pair plummeted back to the rooftop, the sniper hitting the concrete headfirst with a resounding crack, a cloud of dust rising on impact.

Drystan rose smoothly from the crater, the sniper's helmeted head now hidden deep into the epicenter of the concrete crater, a cold gaze locking onto the remaining rooftop guards. With his lightsaber ignited, he launched into their midst, as he cut through them with brutal efficiency.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

Jonyna had spent the last few hours piling through paperwork. Setting up a restaurant in the middle of a refugee camp was a lot harder than one would expect, but the first Maclunkee's was finally set up.

Wandering around, she seemed more interested in checking on folks than she did managing her own surroundings. It was old habits, really.

That of course, ended with her running headfirst into Nos's chest armor.

She fell onto her back, looking up to the armored commando. "Ow...sorry, just tunnel visioned there for a second. You're a new...face..."

She paused, looking at the helmet. "You uh...eaten anything? I just got done setting up a diner freighter. Folks are piling in, you could probably get a decent burger before they get too crowded."

 

[Ran Serys]

Obj. III​

Ran worked hard in the encampments passing out food and medicine. She gave the surplus of what the Order could conjure from the Selvaris Jedi Enclave. As she handed the last sack of fruit and a first aid kit to a family of Duros, Ran felt an unusual whisper in the force, a primal one. She felt it before she was upon it. She could feel the complex emotions of a developing crowd, excitement at the forefront.

It didn’t take her long to reach the source of commotion. The crowd orbited a hooded figure that seemed to heal with green flames. For a moment, Ran thought she was in the presence of a witch. She knew she would have been wrong. She had met several witches from across the galaxy and the force traveled across them differently. Ran wasn’t sure what to make of this being, so she approached. She could feel selflessness and a sense of duty. The smiles of those healed and the grateful, misty eyes of their loved ones spoke volumes.

The hooded figure didn’t seem to be slowing down when it came to healing those who needed help but Ran decided to brace them as the crowd continued to grow. Ran approached from behind as she sent out feelings of a well intentioned calm through the force to the being and through the crowd. She set her hand on the figure's shoulder and created a circuit in the force that both focused and amplified the force within them. It was a strange sensation, but one that would yield results. “Let me help you. Together, we can help more for longer.” Ran said in a hushed tone as her cloak’s hood fell to reveal her green and tattooed face. Her expression was warm, one colored by the brilliant light within.

Phobos​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Lazerian IV | OBJECTIVE : ¾ Hybrid | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Jonyna Si | Jack Wright | Diogo Talon TAG (FOE) : @

Slowly pulling the mask back over his head and face, Connel allowed the tiniest of smirks to cross his lips. A derivative finger did find its way up to leveling in Diogo’s direction though. I’m going to let you have that one as it was pretty good, but just that one.

Checking his gear one last time and pulling a couple of Throwing Lightknives Connel looked for his opening and then looked back at the Anzat.

The safety of those slaves are the priority. Don’t draw their attention if you can help it, but if you do, “it’s them or you”. We go on “three”... “one”...

In a blur, he was gone and in flashes, one by one, slavers were being taken down, and not quietly. All anyone would be able to see would be dark flashes, before weapons were cut to pieces, or throwing knives in an appendage. The slaves? They were of course beyond frightened and in a panic. More and more the attention was being pulled away from Diogo’s location and his way was fairly clear, save one slaver with a blaster between him and the slaves.

“He’s outside the waterfall! Get out here!”

Stopping, Connel looked at the thug and waved a finger “no”.

You told me where your friends are… that was a mistake. In a flash he was gone again, inside and underneath the waterfall. Screams and yells of pain could be heard. Were the other Syndicate officers missing? No they were all on the ground, either unconscious of rolling around in pain, either way Diogo was more and more able to do his part.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania | Drystan Creed | Thralrii Hillbolt | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry

They were closing in on him. His blade whirled and twirled, keeping them at bay, but there were too many for him to fight alone. These were far too experienced of fighters, with much too great of skills in the Force. This type of battle was far more difficult than ones he'd previously experienced, with the only exception being that of the one on Tython. Facing off against Sith and Sithspawn had been very tough. This was, for him, very similar in its intensity and danger.

Just as he was about to resort to using a bubble for defense, Cora unleashed the Force in a manner that separated the attackers from him. Then she and the soldiers moved up swiftly to join him. He realized his error. His desired to get to the center of the city quickly had pulled him away from the rest of the group and isolated him, which allowed the people who wanted to kill him to have an easier path to doing so. He wasn't going to do that again.

Before he could thank them for joining him, the howls of a wookiee in the distance reached them. It caught him off guard. The only one he knew was Kuhbee, and he didn't think his fellow padawan would be in the center of the city. Cora said something about it and he shook his head.

"To my knowledge we don't," he said. "But people move here often so it's possible some arrived prior to... well, this."

The attackers were starting to move in again. He moved with the Republic forces to engage them, batting away their swords and striking as needed. He was doing his best not to kill unless he had to. Often he used Force enhanced strikes to hit armor and break it. Doing what he could to take the enemy out of the fight was important. The others didn't care as much, especially the soldiers, but he couldn't demand that they go easy on these people. They'd chosen to attack his world and now they were paying the price.

"We need to get to the park at the center of the city. My home is within it, inside the forest. I need... I need to confirm my sister isn't there."

There was more to it than that. He didn't know what they'd done with his parents bodies, and he also suspected that those who attacked would be using the home as a logistical control point. He wanted to free his home while other teams worked to free other parts of the city. It was important to him. Family was important to him.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Senate Security Durasteel Armor
Weapons: Heavy Blaster Pistol | Vibroknife | Loadouts in bio

She fell onto her back, looking up to the armored commando. "Ow...sorry, just tunnel visioned there for a second. You're a new...face..."

She paused, looking at the helmet. "You uh...eaten anything? I just got done setting up a diner freighter. Folks are piling in, you could probably get a decent burger before they get too crowded."

Nos immediately knelt and offered a hand to help the Cathar back up to her feet - surprise washed over him to see the Jedi Councillor Jonyna Si was the one overseeing the new Maclunkie's freighter.

"Nos Voros, head of Senator Organa's security, Senate Commando force, Alderaan unit" he replied, voice modulation fading halfway through as he removed the helmet. He hung the helm on the the ankle-hugging sludgespawn, deciding it might be useful as a portable hat rack in addition to trash can.

Sugard immediately unwrapped from Nos's leg, it's goofy face now covered with the stern visage of the commando helmet, and accidentally mimicked Jonyna as it wobbled around blindly under the helmet into the leg of the Jedi Master, tipping itself over.

"I thank you for the offer, Master Si, but we'll need every burger for the refugees." No matter how much he salivated, the flavorful food was better saved for those who could feel joy with such. Bland bars suites Nos just fine.

Sugar, however, disagreed. The sludgespawn had disentangled his blob from the helmet and looked back up at Nos and Jonyna wobbling pleadingly at the scent of frying meat.

" Uh. . . maybe perhaps the little guy here could take a dip in the, er, trash bin?" Nos asked, incredulous of the slime as it wobbled confirmation. This creature befuddled the anhedonic Zeltron.

Confusion from both the sludgespawn's appetite and the Jedi Master's involvement with a fast food-freighter permeated his Empathic telepathy.

Jonyna Si | OPEN​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I
Overwatch: ACTIVE

"Epicanthix teach their young military hand signs so they can talk in operations like this once they're older."

Something about Aris's clarification saddened Aadihr. He understood differing cultures had differing values and necessities, but to have such an early start to military training felt tragic even if it was pragmatic.

---

Aadihr rushed to the next overwatch point as they advanced - Aris's senses were clearly powerful as he navigated around patrols, who didn't register anything amiss.

Conflict was inevitable, however, as another patrol of two sentries was directly on an intercept path, albeit unknowingly. Waiting for the the patrol to pass would delay them too far behind the Grandmaster and Azurine.

Aadihr fired his 'reference shot' to serve a triple purpose:

Firstly, the shot verified the trajectory he visualized with the current environmental conditions, allowing him to adjust for greater accuracy.

Secondly, with Aris's superior hearing, he'd definitely hear the impact of the slug in the dirt a few meters away; to warn him, perhaps redundantly, of the patrol and the urgency to bypass them.

Thirdly, the placement of the reference shot was just ahead of Aris, just outside of the foliage he hid within. As anticipated, The pair of sentries heard the thud and approached to investigate the sound, putting them close to Aris without them even realizing they were stepping closer to a trap.

Aadihr rapidly pulled back the lever, loaded in another subsonic slug, and waited for @Aris to act.

The sentry wore a helmet, which worked perfectly for Aadihr's plan.

The moment movement erupted, Aadihr fired at the sentry on Aris's right per the Padawan's earlier plan. The slug sailed with pinpoint accuracy through the foliage and over Aris, terminating in a grazing shot hitting the helmet of the sentry. The significant but nonlethal transfer of force from the slug to the helmet to the senty's head was enough to rattle their head enough to knock them unconscious - or perhaps break their neck - Aadihr couldn't quite see from this distance, but they still registered as alive.

Aadihr racked the rifle, loaded another shell, verified none of the other patrols suspected anything, and moved in behind Aris. When he reached the downed sentry, as he feared the sentry was unconscious but also paralyzed from the spinal injury. Aadihr touched a hand to his neck, healing with a trickle of his life force for the sentry to reconnect the nerves and knit the fractures of the spine, but not enough to fix the concussion or unconsciousness of the guard.

He then quickly dragged the sentry into the foliage to hide them and clambered up a tree to continue providing overwatch for Aris and the others.

Aris Noble | Valery Noble | Azurine Varek​

 

[Valery Noble]

​

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery watched as her team moved into position, her fiery gaze scanning the area with sharp precision. Aadihr's overwatch was as reliable as ever, his calculated shots keeping the path clear without drawing unnecessary attention. She could feel the mix of tension and focus emanating from Azurine, Aris, and Aadihr, each contributing their unique strengths to the mission. Despite the danger, she felt a sense of pride in their coordination and resolve.

Her comm crackled softly as she received the encrypted message from the commandos. She listened to the report about their objective to disable the shield generator and assist with the military base. Valery's expression tightened slightly — their timing was fortunate, but it added another layer of urgency to their mission. The coordination would need to be perfect.

Tapping into her comm, Valery sent a brief acknowledgment. <Understood, Lieutenant. We're moving toward the barracks now. Once the shield generator is down, focus your efforts on supporting us at the base. Let's make this count.>

She turned her attention back to Azurine and Aris. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Azurine whispered her joke to Aris, lightening the mood even in the face of danger.

As the group began advancing, Valery extended her senses through the Force, sweeping the area for patrols or unexpected dangers. Her awareness quickly locked onto a disturbance ahead — faint sounds of movement and a ripple of urgency in the Force. She paused, signaling the group to hold as her fiery gaze narrowed on the direction of the disturbance.

"A patrol is closing in," she murmured through the comm, her voice steady but firm. "Aadihr, adjust your position to keep overwatch if needed. Aris, Azurine, stay sharp — we'll need to move quickly and cleanly through this."

Moments later, she caught the sound of Aadihr's rifle firing, the precise shot guiding the patrol into Aris's trap. Valery's heart steadied, trusting in their abilities to handle the situation without hesitation. When the path was clear, she gave the signal to advance.

They had to move fast.

Azurine Varek Aris Noble Aadihr Lidos ​

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris realized the shot, the intending for the two guards. When the second shot came, Aris snatched up the other. Quick and quiet, pulling the man into a nearby bush and knocking him out cold. If he didn't have to kill, he wouldn't, and surprise certainly lent itself to keeping these people alive even if they were a threat. He paused as he heard footsteps, glancing towards Aadihr.

He didn't get how Aadihr could see without eyes, shoot even, but he hit his mark no issue. The Force was even weirder than he thought. Azurine's earlier joke rang through his head, and for a brief moment he let himself smile.

Just for a moment.

Another patrol had him sink into the bushes again under the tree, to wait for it to pass. He could hear them, all of them. The main group. The stragglers. He waited for those, the last of them, before he got back out of the bush to start moving forward again. They still had their objective to get to.

Valery Noble | Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Thralrii Hillbolt]

​

2200 hours
DEVIT MILITARY BASE - Echo + Sierra platoons
Valery Noble Aris Noble Aadihr Lidos Azurine Varek OPEN!

Their time to shine. Forty commandos, lead by two lieutenants, Faulkner and Ambrose, were soon making this way from their staging ground around the base itself. With the party in full swing elsewhere, both platoons had to operate with their element of surprise gone, but that didn't mean they weren't still sneaky bastards. No, with their use of active camo and dispersal into fireteams of four, those ten groups of brothers in arms scattered throughout the surrounding area, probing every possible entrance and lead they could. For once Faulker and Ambrose stayed behind, breaking the tried and true tradition of leading from the front. With so many different groups on the ground they'd need a reserve after all, and it was easier to speak with the jedi when not in a firefight.

This wasn't a fair fight, nor was that the point. Through active camo and suppressed blasters did the commandos make their move through restrained and premeditated violence. Soon, those around the base patrolling, those out of sight, in small groups, or just plain unlucky, were cut down by knife or blaster. Nothing much the poor souls could do against them, how could you fight what you couldn't see? Truthfully, it was evil, unfair, those cut down without mercy from the shadows would never see the light of day again, and their dreams would die with them.

But still the commandos kept moving.

One, Four, Nine, sixteen, twenty-eight. The bodies began to stack from a death silent to all. What's more is some voices were recorded and played through the short range base commutations, luring others into their grasp and soothing the minds of those they hunted into a false sense of security. There was no raid on the base, or so they thought. What the commandos were doing was horrible, if the jedi were keen to easily would the Sanval stand trial for crimes against sentients, but this was simply how they waged war.

And through this cloak and dagger operation did the commandos slowly encroach upon the shield generator, forty armed and dangerous cut throats with unmatched training and skill. If only the alliance could see their handy work. That's not to say there wasn't a hiccup, however, as having grown comfortable in the tempo of their operation, one of the greener faces to the Sierra platoon grew too greedy for his own good, catching the attention of one of the sentries while in the process of taking down another.

Blindly did the sentry fire into what seemed like nothing, for there was no commando in sight. The active camouflage never once slipped up, for such was the engineering marvels that kept them going. However, no longer could their cover be maintained, as the sound of blaster fire could be heard throughout the base, causing more to investigate. The sentry had raised the alarm, shouting over the radio at the top of his lung about how he'd seen a ghost slaughter Winters in cold blood.

Worse, the sentry had been silenced mid sentence, cut down by another member of the fireteam trying to contain the fire. When no response was given to command, the ruse was up. No longer were the commandos the hunters, the stalkers in the dead of night. No, the base was now kick starting into high alert, lights began flicker on throughout as those dead in their sleep were called to action. And while the commandos had indeed slipped back into the shadows of night, getting to those shield generators was going to be a lot harder than they'd hoped for.

The silver lining, however, was that the jedi's way forward was now likely much smoother, as many patrols descended upon the last known location of the so called ghost, as even still they assumed the incursion to be manned by a small team.

​

TIME UNKNOWN
DEVIT CHARGE - Alpha Platoon
Caelan Valoren Drystan Creed Corazona von Ascania open!

Elsewhere did the commandos rage against tyrants in open conflict. The choice to target the Crown Prince had in truth been little more than a fools errand, and Alpha platoon was more than willing to show them why. With the fire focused upon the boy and his escort did the others begin to push forward, with or without their escort. The bots played a vital role in this spearhead, controlled from above by naval crews enjoying the comfort of their chairs while the meat bags down below fought in the mug.

Still, their heavy hitting firepower and suppression were no doubt welcome support to both the commandos but to their escorts as well. Every time some poor bastard opened fire would they be returned upon with heavy gatling blaster fire in return, or a rocket, hell, even a Pulse cannon if Kingsnake was kicking about. And while they had begun to take losses on the armor front losing two of the infantry bots to concentrated firepower from more well adjusted fighters, quickly did the gain their ground.

Corazona, with Diamondback and Anaconda to cover her, would find her request followed through with flying colors, and that wave of fools pushed through with Captain Hillbolt and Intelligence officer Aurlyn Roux sticking to the jedi like glue, soaking up stray fire with their personal shields and unmatched armor. Quickly were the commandos through the gap and regrouped alongside the rest, focusing their strength in one concentrated push.

"Alright lads find some cover and kill the bastards! Cobra, Basilisk! Take front! Diamond take right! Mamba take left! Command you're with me protecting the Jedi!"

In that moment they remained planning their next move, the captain allowed the jedi to their vises while he maintained their base of fire. Weapons sergeant Joshua Zhang had suffered a minor injury as his shield burst and he took a blaster to the chest, causing him to stumble back in order to receive quick medical attention from Lieutenant Yilani. While the man would survive and could surely continue the fight, more were soon to join Sergeant Zhang if they weren't too move quickly, and this caused the captain to address the jedi directly in the middle of their firefight.

"Lead the way kid, we just need to get going now before we start taking proper losses. Hell's name are we doing out here in the open for?"

Surely that'd get him some flak speaking to a prince like that, but really amongst blaster fire aimed at them and demands from the commandos to keep it moving... was it hard to see where he was coming from? Regardless, there was still fighting to be had, and so the captain didn't belabor the point, returning to his post soon after and keeping those so called blaster proof guards pinned or tested, both suited their needs well.

 

[Jack Wright]

​

(Tags: OPEN)

In the western forests of the camp. Having more than enough of being barraged by nature, Jack retaliated in kind by spinning around from his defensive posture, blue saber cleaning through the base of the tree between them, and gave off a boot planted in the bark, gritting his teeth while the Force focused.

The descending tree left an impact in the area, both Syndicate members evading in time, but left themselves wide open for the Jedi to flip through the rain-pattern air, blue and violet ignited to rip through their energy blades, a collecting of swings and jabs left burning cuts through torsos and neck, shoulders also bearing some marks from Jack's cyclone of Niman. The young Knight stepped away, exerting gently with both bodies fallen.

Ears stiffening by the activation of another weapon, hazel darted forwards for the next opponent, coated in shadow. Something about her signature, was stronger than the last.

"Your kind aren't welcome, Jedi." Sneered her masked visage, holding her sword steadily by her right, a trained lieutenant who thought a Knight would be easy prey, or worthy, "In the name of the Syndicate, I will present your head for a trophy."

"Hm. I've heard worse proposals from a woman." Jack's smirk only infuriated the opponent, who sped forwards with surpriginly speed. Blue and purple clashed with yellow, the Knight backing up to begin this artful dance, waltzing in combative blazes in the rain.

The Knight keeping his distance, drawing the agent away with the tip of both lightsabers. Moreover, diverting her from the direction to the refugees, their lives mattering more than his revel in the dance.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Caelan Valoren | Drystan Creed | Thralrii Hillbolt | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry

Cora only had to block two more headshots - both directed at the young Prince - before they ceased altogether. The heavy thud of the marksman as he was slammed down into the duracrete barely reverberated over the din, but she didn't need to hear it to know that Drystan had done quick work.

"The park?" Cora struck at the knee of an Obsidian soldier, then his shoulder. She aimed for joints where armor's protection was thinned. He crumpled to the ground.

"Creed, moving to the center of the city," she said into the comm. "For the park."

The mention of Caelan's sister had her frowning in thought. She'd already known that Lazerian IV would be highly emotional for him - throwing in the unknown status of a sibling made it even more complicated.

Cora recalled pulling one of her younger sisters from the rubble of Axilla after Ukatis had been attacked. The memory had her blood running hot and a lead weight sink from her chest to her stomach, just for a moment before she began moving again.

Captain Hillbolt made a good point, one that they'd all come to realize in the thick of the fighting - despite their superior firepower and presence of several skilled sabers, the enemy had numbers. The path forward would be slow, unless they shifted course.

"The Captain is right," she said before ducking below the wide arc of a vibroblade. The strike was so close that it sheared a few strands of stray hair. With the brief contact came a flash of something dark.

"Avoid taking direct hits from their blades," she advised. "I sense something unnatural about them."

 

[Azurine Varek]

Fighting For Others

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine moved silently through the shadows, her body a blur of motion as she melded with the darkness. Her heart raced as the team advanced, her mind shifting between strategy and instinct. They had to be swift. She was about to move on when she caught the subtle flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. Focusing on the auras, she caught it. A patrolman. Two of them. She didn't need to say anything, remaining in the cover of her invisibility for as long as she could.

She crept forward, listening closely to their muffled voices. Her eyes narrowed, watching as one of them passed close to her position. She felt a flicker of empathy—one of them was nervous, his pulse quickening under his armor. She wanted to make sure their movements remained unnoticed, so she'd have to be quick.

With a controlled exhale, Azzie reached out, pulling the threads of sleep from the deep places of her mind. It was a gentle push—just enough to bring the patrolmen into a deep slumber. She'd been working on the ins and outs of this technique for so long now that it was slowly becoming second nature. Their bodies sagged in unison, and she caught them both before they could hit the ground with a soft thud. She let them down, carefully, making sure they were out of sight.

"We're clear for the time being." She whispered through the comms, her voice low but determined. She didn’t wait for a reply before moving forward, a surge of fire in her chest. They were ahead of the game, for now at least.

Aadihr Lidos | Aris Noble | Valery Noble​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I

The sound of blaster fire drew Aadihr's attention - and that of the sentries. The Echo and Sierra Squadrons were engaging the enemy opposite of the Jedi's approach.

Aadihr remained still, watching the auras of reserve troops exiting the base to engage - leaving a skeleton crew within. This was a perfect chance to break in and secure a watchtower, maybe even to get to the barracks if they were quick.

Aadihr slid down from the tree trunk, replacing his rifle with the Pikesaber from his back harness, and began running for the entrance, following after the path his new Padawan - as far as Aadihr could tell, there was no longer any need to move silently at least until they enter the base itself.

Aadihr halted just before the treeline broke, just out of sight from the transparisteel windows and ferrocrete defenses of the Base exterior. Once again Aadihr found himself in a spot where his Padawan could probably just leap over the wall, but Aadihr had to get creative.

Aadihr ran up the ferrocrete battlements, sidling against it to remain hidden from the watchtowers. With the snap-hiss of his Pike's emitter, he used the blade to bore a hole into the side of the battlement at an downward angle - it was slow going, kicking up sparks. If not for the two squads, this would be impossible, but he had the time.

When the hole was wide enough, Aadihr stuck the end of the staff into the wall like a flagpost, climbing atop it and using it as a springboard to leap atop the battlements, landing with a roll. So far, so good - if not for the watchtower sentry who had returned to their post to pick up a blaster they left behind.

For a pregnant pause the sentry looked at Aadihr, and Aadihr stood, blindfolded, staffless with a rifle slung over his shoulder, stood motionless. The guard also stood motionless, hand outstretched for the blaster.

Aadihr slowly shook his head and took a step. The guard nodded and slowly moved closer to the blaster.

Aadihr dived towards the blaster, but was not fast enough - the guard aimed and fired the blaster. The bolt was deflected with a fluid motion from Aadihr's hand and the force.

The guard then realized the predicament he was in. That bolt alerted the skeleton crew at the base and the one he fired it at was, in fact a Jedi.

The guard slowly shook his head and took a step back. Aadihr nodded and slowly moved closer to the guard.

Viewed from the Base exterior, the watchtower lit up from several panicked blaster shots, multiple deflected out of the window - then the shots were abruptly stopped with the sound of a helmeted head being slammed against a wall, then the guard was thrown out of the watchtower to the mud below, motionless.

Aadihr rushed back to the battlement edge to kneel low and grab his pike, pulling it free from the wall, then rolling to the opposite side of the wall to drop into the base.

The Miraluka then searched for the auras of the other Jedi, checking on their status.

Aris Noble | Azurine Varek | Valery Noble | Thralrii Hillbolt​

 

[Resh]

Eloise Dinn​

It was strange to think about. Resh didn't exactly feel ready for all this. Did other padawans their age feel the same way?

"Listen, did they give you any grenades?" she asked, her tone much calmer than Resh's panicked whisper. "EMT or ION shit? Do you know how to shoot lightning with the Force or something else that would disable the electronics in that thing?"

"Huh? Grenades?" Resh sputtered at the idea, "N-no! And no!" The war machine was getting closer now. They would be running out of cover before long. Resh thought quickly, and slipped inside the abandoned building they hung out next to. At least the interior would give them a bit more cover as they watched from the windows, "…Isn't lighting a… dark side ability?" He asked apprehensively.

 

[Diogo Talon]

Refugee camp outskirts
Connel Vanagor

Slowly pulling the mask back over his head and face, Connel allowed the tiniest of smirks to cross his lips. A derivative finger did find its way up to leveling in Diogo’s direction though. I’m going to let you have that one as it was pretty good, but just that one.

Checking his gear one last time and pulling a couple of Throwing Lightknives Connel looked for his opening and then looked back at the Anzat.

Diogo grinned. Maybe the big guy wasn't so bad.

"Woah, those knives are cool. Can I have—" before Diogo could finish, big man was springing into action. The Anzati boy sighed, spun the blaster in one hand and unclipped his lightsaber with the other. By the time he got down there, Connel had cleaved or assassinated his way through most of them. Which left one slaver, idiotically standing in front of the slaves instead of fleeing when he had the chance. As far as Diogo was concerned, slavers didn't get second chances.

The slaver desperately tried to aim his blaster at one of the captives, but Diogo was too fast and took joy in cleaving the Syndicate thug's arm off before he could take a shot. Now at point-blank range, Diogo aimed his blaster and pulled the trigger. He could barely hear the body thump to the ground over the righteous rush of the waterfall.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Lazerian IV | OBJECTIVE : ¾ Hybrid | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Jonyna Si | Jack Wright | Diogo Talon TAG (FOE) : @

Slowly walking out of and through the waterfall, Connel was not alone as an elderly Rodian woman was limping with him. The Shadow was helping her along, until one of the other slaves ran to her to keep her erect. Connel was busy pulling the comm-link out of his belt, as well as the Throwing Lightknives he used out of the broken weapons, as well as the bodies of two of the Syndicate criminal thugs. Three of them, like you asked… see, I paid attention. Take care of them though, I only have a few left myself.

Amidst emotional “thank you”s Connel offered them to the Anzat boy, as well as the comm-link, but not before tapping a spot around his ear.

I just activated the locator on my headset. If you use the comm-link, it will lead you right to me. If you will lead these people back to the encampment, I will move forward and scout out the next area.

He was not pushy, or grouchy, or anything. The kid showed he can listen, and given the circumstances, that was good enough for Connel. Connel realized that the kid had the potential to become better, so he decided to take him on for now. Connel assigned him tasks that would gradually teach him more about being a Jedi.

It’s not all lightsabers and jumping around.
Make sure they get back okay and catch up? He was indeed asking, but he wasn’t really “asking”, this was not “busy work”.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Resh​

"Huh? Grenades? N-no! And no!"

Eloise heaved a sigh and followed the skittish Pureblood into the building. It was in ruins; a few scattered desks revealed it had once been some sort of workplace, though it was impossible to tell what kind of work it had been for.

"…Isn't lightning a… dark side ability?"

"Oh yeah," came her sarcastic reply. "Unless it's light-sided, in which case it's called electric judgment. Bite me." She blinked, remembering who she was talking to. "Don't actually bite me." Not again...

Gunfire erupted in the spot where they had once been standing, pockmarking the crumbling walls of the office building. Resh was looking to her for guidance, for leadership. "Screw it," she muttered, an idea striking her. "Resh, can you to cover me?"

 

[Stevru Klamat]

⠀

Location⠀ Crystal Valley, Lazerian IV
Objective 2⠀ Crystal Valley
Tags⠀ Ariana du Couteau

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was not fond of nature. But he was less fond of slavers. So he could tolerate a walk in the woods. Everything that the local cell had given him on the missing villagers had directed him here. Intel that was quickly proven reliable as he came across corpses. Decapitations. High heat weapon. Precise cuts. Third, death by suffocation, collapsed trachea.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Patting the corpses down, he took stock of their gear, before his gaze wandered to the abandoned truck. Searching through it, he came up with a backpack, which he tossed on the ground near the corpses. Looking around some more, he gave out a sigh of frustration. Sliding out of the truck's cab, he stared at the ground a moment. Footprints, single set, shoes different than the dead men. His gaze slid to the horizon, extrapolating the direction the person had taken.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tracking, though within the scope of his training, wasn't something he felt lay within his core competencies. The blaster fire, therefore, was truly appreciated. He honed in on it, judging the distance a moment, counting the seconds between the POP of plasma erupting from a blaster barrel and the zing of it's travel. Securing his pilfered gear a bit more firmly to himself with some strapping, he took a running jump and activated his jetpack.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Traveling in a series of jet assisted jumps rather than truly flying, he covered the distance between himself and the gunfire swiftly, coming in for a swift landing about twenty meters short of the noise. Built up area. Evidence of mining operation. Abducted villagers made sense as captive labor force. The sound of a lightsaber whirling through the air silenced all further consideration.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sith? Unlikely. Jedi? Investigating disappearances? Crystals native to planet sensitive to force users. Likely object of Jedi interest. Plan of action? Simple. He'd intended to kill these people anyway. Now he just had help. Moving up in a rapid crouch, he blended well into the local foliage, armor painted in green dapple and stone patterns, shoulders shrouded in a similarly patterned poncho.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Which was to say, he took the already engaged Syndicate soldiers by surprise when he exploded from the underbrush. Spinning in midair, he landed on one foot, translating the momentum of his jetpack assisted lunge into a blurring swing, the humming blade of a vibro-hatchet burying itself in the back of an enforcer, near the shoulder where the armor ended. Using the handle of still buried ax for leverage, he pushed the barrel of a blaster rifle up under the enforcer's armpit, and spun him around, using the man as a shield as he unleashed a staccato burst of fully automatic blaster fire, stitching another full of smoking holes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Turning on the entrance to the barracks with his human shield, he held the trigger down, spraying the doorway with a withering hale of blaster fire.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Mandalorian turned, for just a moment, to regard the Jedi that had lead him here. Even beneath the paint, the oddness of their helmet would be evident to anyone familiar with the Mando'ade. It was more curves than angles, and had a line, one beneath each eye, molded into the beskar, as though to give the impression of weeping. A blaster bolt SPARKED off of the armor of their helmet, and the warrior gave off a grunt of irritation, wheeling their hostage around and kicking his leg out from behind to force him to kneel as he did, using his shoulder as a brace as he opened fire on the source of the blaster shot.