Faction [UGF] A Different Sort of Auction (Signups Welcome)

[Laphisto]

Once he got word that Trace and his team had successfully infiltrated the tower, he quickly went up to the small barracks, pulled himself up, and examined the room. Small slits in the walls acted like windows for the guards to shoot out of and receive minimal fire if things went wrong. It made the perfect spot for him to provide overwatch for Trace and his team. " All alright job well done, Sargeant. I'll stay in contact from here, guide you through the facility, and warn you of any approaching individuals."

Looking out into the courtyard, they had ample view of the crowd and the current auction. He rumbled softly, seeing the young rancor be pulled onto the stage. His gaze flicked over towards a prominent figure, which he assumed to be a hut, though it was hard to see exactly who or what they were.. that was until his eyes flashed a teal blue, and he began peering into the crowd through the force. At first, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, minor blips of figures here and there, but then his eyes caught sight of several individuals that stood out further, his gaze rolling over Elise Ahana-Gwyneira , Shan Pavond . Rayne Lo'to The Vulptex Gatz Derrevar . his gaze peered over them momentarily as he scanned them through the force before moving on from one to the next as he examined them, peering into them through the force and identifying their alignment.

They were not too hard to see through the force. Those not force-sensitive appeared to him like tiny glows, while those who were force-sensitive - whether they knew it or not- shone like floodlights in the crowd. And while he peered through the force directly to these individuals, he did not attempt to hide his force signature. Whether he did so on purpose or because he didn't know how to remain up to debate.

Turning the trace, his eyes flashed back to normal, ensuing a slight signature wince as his eyes closed and fingers began to rub at the corners and along the bridge of his nose. " we are not the only ones here. I have spied several force-sensitives, presumably Jedi, from the Galactic Alliance. Be careful while you're out there. I don't want your team mixed up as an enemy combatant and on the wrong end of a lightsaber. understood?"

This changed things with others here trying to free the slaves. it meant possible allies, but at the same time, it meant if his men were disguised as guards of the facility, they would, unfortunately, become targets. he just hoped the special training he had signed off on worked in the field



Trace Xyston

[how Laphistos force sight works]

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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A_D I F F E R E N T_S O R T_O F_A U C T I O N

FINAL DAWN
ZYGERRIA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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After Sularen had visited the slave and beast pens within the basement of the Auction House, he would soon find himself within the northern courtyard where the auction was held, patiently seated amongst many other buyers that had come here to partake in the meeting, with Rackham seated beside him as usual. Of-course, his Raptors had to stay behind at the edge of the courtyard, keeping an eye out for any possible disruptions to the event. So far things had been going smoothly, just as the High Regent had expected, as he knew well that no one, not even the New Jedi Order, we're bold enough to disrupt today's auction. After it all it was merely one of many auctions that we're talking place on Zygerria, and a raid would have little effect on the Zygerrian Slave Trade other than serve as a public humiliation for the Lispari Brothers themselves, which again was not worth such a risk.

Soon enough the bidding would begin as a pair of guards would bring up a large Rancor Club onto the side of the stage with a Besalisk auctioneer following suit and announcing the starting price for the Rancor Club. As soon as the auctioneer made his announcement, a single individual shouted out, taking on the initial two hundred thousand bid for the Rancor Club. Upon hearing this, Sularen quickly turned to see who had spoken up, which appeared to be a large Hutt in the center of the crowd near the front. "Interesting..." Sularen muttered to himself as he looked back to the Rancor Club. For a second, he was tempted to challenge the Hutt's bid but elected not to do so, preferring instead to focus on the Mon Cala Tactical Genius and the Human Fallanassi Witch, whom he now sought to acquire upon inspecting them in the basement earlier.

Thus, the High Regent patiently waited for someone else to present their bid or for the auctioneer to declare the Rancor Club as sold to the Hutt in order to advance to the next lot. The sooner they reached the Mon Cala and the Human Witch, the better as Sularen was eager to add them to his growing collection of assets to be wielded against his enemies.

TAGS [Nearby] | Arla Rodarch | Basaba Willamina | Elise Ahana-Gwyneira | Shan Pavond | Murba Jiidak Anzani | Rayne Lo'to | Laphisto | The Vulptex | Tragic Writer | Trace Xyston | Seku Bondara | Gatz Derrevar | Valery Noble | Audren Sykes ​

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Zygerria
Tags: Gatz Derrevar , The Vulptex , Shan Pavond , Elise Ahana-Gwyneira , Others...

"I wouldn't discount a droid that old." The woman added. "They're still quite lethal."

"Not to me..."

Rayne set off, breaking away from the group. As she wandered the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Gatz. That was the guy she had patched up on Lothal. He really was one to get wrapped up in this sort of stuff. There was something he was trying to make amends for in his past, that much she had gathered. It was just strange to see the extremes an individual could jump to. He had just taken something off an Ithorian man, setting off towards somewhere.

The Twi'lek, who was hidden in a nearby alleyway by this point, picked up a small pebble, tossing it towards the man to get his attention. Whenever she did, the tall woman would gesture for him to come over.

If she was going to make a mess, she'd at least take some familiar company.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

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Another brief hint in the Force. He couldn't be crazy. Dammit, Gatz swore he felt Val—

A different hint from the Force, and Gatz raised a hand just in time to close his fingers around a pebble, before it would have harmlessly bounced off his prominent cheekbone. He blinked for a moment, staring at the newfound stone in his hand. Who the hell was throwing rocks? He glanced in the direction it came from, and saw a very familiar face hidden in the shadows of an alley.

That was somehow both reassuring, and terrifying.

Gatz approached the alley nonchalantly, not bothering to look over his shoulder as that might make him look suspicious. The last thing he needed was for someone to pick him out, or notice him enough to memorize his face.

"Hi Rayne, you're as gorgeous as ever." He spoke quietly, smile plastered on his face.

Gatz then placed a light hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to lead her farther down the alley. Only when they were far enough down that Gatz was sure they were out of sight and earshot, did he allow his brow to furrow and his tone to become serious.

"Rayne, what are you doing here!?" Though his voice was hushed, it was clear that Gatz wasn't exactly pleased to see her. "This is a slave auction! These people are dangerous!"

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Tags: Rayne Lo'to | Open

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Zygerria
Tags: Gatz Derrevar , Open

"Hi Rayne, you're as gorgeous as ever."

Rayne found herself emotionally confused at that moment. The stress of the auction faded briefly as her face flushed up. That was... weird. She pulled her cloak's hood down further over her face in a feeble attempt to hide any potential weakness. Gatz coming over and placing a hand on her shoulder certainly didn't help in that regard. They yellow Twi'lek would follow further down into the alleyway, where the human was very quick to express his concern for her being present. She looked slightly down at the man and gave a pout.

"I know the danger," she expressed through the vocoder hidden under her cloak. "I just... My people are here."

There were two Twi'lek twins up for auction, a pair of young women perhaps not to dissimilar to herself. It made her sick. She had no connection to Ryloth whatsoever, but it was frustrating to see people who looked like her whisked away from their home in chains. Gatz was more than likely here for redemption, but this was personal for the young scrapper.

"I'm not leaving them," Rayne affirmed. "The droid guards... I can control them. I think it can cause a distraction we can use to spring a break."

It was at least better than coming in blind. Rayne wasn't really a fighter, even with her height, but she could at least do this one thing. That was enough to keep her here.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

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Rayne pouted at Gatz underneath the hood of her cloak, and Gatz already knew he was about to help Rayne with whatever reason she happened to be here. That was his weakness, after all: cute girls. His father often told him that was a particular flaw that would get him into a whole load of trouble someday. Gatz just couldn't say no when a pretty woman asked something of him.

So with a reluctant sigh, and pinching the bridge of his nose, Gatz took a look at who Rayne was pointing at: two Twi'lek women, similar in age to the tall woman standing in front of him. Of course Rayne wanted to free them. Wouldn't he feel the same, if he was standing in her shoes?

"Okay," he acquiesced at last, "I'll find a way to help them. But I'm here for a lot more than just them, Rayne. There are a lot more slaves in that auction house. And I'm going to spring as many of them as I can."

Although, Gatz found it intriguing that she could control the droid guards. How was she going to manage that? He knew she had some sort of... way with technology, evident by the way she could make her droid vocoder speak for her, without so much as touching it.

"Tell me what you're planning with these droids. You said you could control them. How much, how many, and for how long?"

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Tags: Rayne Lo'to

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Zygerria
Tags: Gatz Derrevar , Open

"Tell me what you're planning with these droids. You said you could control them. How much, how many, and for how long?"

A weary smile would return to Rayne's face. She'd take what help she could get. Ultimately what they needed was chaos, something to draw eyes away from the main stage. Something that could get the ball rolling for allies in the crowd.

"I can control about twenty... probably indefinitely as long as I stay focused," she explained. "I want to make them turn and fire on the other droids. Like a bar fight. Sudden commotion draws attention away from the bidding. There are others in the crowd here to save people. I think that will be enough to get them started."

She could feel other presences as well... that force thing that Vitiion Daivik had told her about probably. There were definately other friendlies here.

"What were you gonna do?" Rayne asked, giving a concerned look towards the human.

The young Twi'lek woman silently hoped it was nothing as reckless as what got him shot back on Lothal.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

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"Well, as far as ideas go, that one is pretty damn good."

Twenty? Gatz blinked in surprise. Damn. Girl was talented. Rayne could pull more off with the Force than he could, and he'd had formal training, both recently from Valery Noble and as a Jedi youngling. But then, Rayne had probably been using her talents all her life, refining them until they were as sharp as a blade. Meanwhile, he'd let his connection to the Force rust over for fifteen years, and had only begun to reconnect to it very recently.

She was the useful one here, and he'd had the gall to reprimand her for coming at all.

You're useless, his mind whispered to him, always relying on others.

But he ignored his wounded pride for now, choosing instead to focus on the problem at hand. Rayne said there were others here, just waiting to strike. That was great—for the courtyard and the stage. But Gatz still needed to get inside the auction house. He had a feeling that if Rayne set things off now, the Zygerrians would lock the building up tight, and then they'd never get in.

"I stole someone's invitation to the private gathering in the auction house," Gatz explained his own plan, "figured I'd free some slaves. Then shoot my way out. Mix things up a little."

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Tags: Rayne Lo'to | Open

 

[Trace Xyston]

" we are not the only ones here. I have spied several force-sensitives, presumably Jedi, from the Galactic Alliance. Be careful while you're out there. I don't want your team mixed up as an enemy combatant and on the wrong end of a lightsaber. understood?"

"Got it, sir," Trace said, already donning the guard attire. They wore a black utility vest over a white suit with a tie. Very classy. However, Trace could feel the armor padding concealed within the surprisingly thick suit. Unfortunately, there was no helmet provided to hide his lekku. Would it look strange if an "alien" was guarding a slave auction. Maybe. But they would silence any guards that could possibly report the strange sight.

The news about the undercover Jedi was a surprise as well...Trace couldn't determine whether the news was welcome or not. On one hand, the Jedi could neutralize security if anything went wrong, or when they decided to strike. On the other hand, the Elghaseki team was security. But Trace was confident in his team's ability to remain stealthy. That's what they were trained to do.

With one last nod to Laphisto , he descended the ladder and was back on the tall wall before long. Rhomma, Garz, and Traxus were behind him. The rest of the team would blend in with the auction crowd and report on any suspicious activity.

Trace surveyed the area below. There was a door thirty meters away, leading into the main complex. It was guarded by four droids, all heavily armed. He looked to his right. There was another bunker built on the corner of the surrounding wall. A turbolift was built into the side of it. Perfect.

He walked to the lift and took it to the ground level. The mansion looked a lot bigger from down here. Three stories tall. And the majority of that wealth from selling sentient beings. Trace concealed a snarl as he walked up to the droids. He held his head high, acting like he was supposed to be there.

From a few meters away, he realized the door had a spot for an access card. Trace casually fished around in his pockets, looking for a card...there! The silver rectangle slid perfectly in the slot and the entrance slid open. "Stop," a monotone voice said.

Trace frozed and looked up into the security droid's glowing gold eyes. "Yes?"

After a moment of silence, the droid replied, "You forgot your blaster."

Relief flooded Trace as the guard handed him a heavy pistol. "Thank you," he said, a note of sincerity in his voice.

He continued inside, three Elghaseki behind him. Immediately, he was struck by the beauty of the interior. Pristine marble pillars supported the ceiling, and the floor was made of some similar material (but it was far more shiny). Three chandeliers hung from the ceiling, spaced out ten meters from each other. Trace made sure not to hesitate. Who knew what was watching him?

The Twi'lek took a deep breath. He was inside. Now, to find the release for the collars. And hopefully not to run into any actual guards.

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto remained in the tower. His arms crossed over his chest as he looked out through the window, his eyes flashing teal blue once again as he began using his force sight. He watched Trace, Rhomma, Garz, and Traxus walk across the courtyard and to the main building. All looked clear from his point of view. They had unobstructed access to the doorway and to get inside until he heard the conversation with the droid. He gave a small irritated growl to himself with a shake of his head. The two Elghaseki with him were most likely watching the side entrances should someone come to check on the room they were in.

With a light sigh of relief as Trace entered the building, he immediately pipped up. "you have guards scattered all over the floor. You are in each room in front of you, and down the hallways, you have at most five or six and at least two or three guards within. If you head up to the second floor, there are fewer guards. You'll want to find a way to the northeast section of the second floor. I can see at least three people at a terminal, with two people standing guard outside. looks like a possible security room. You might be able to download the files and information we need from there."

After giving Trace his direction as best he could, he let his eyes wander to the rest of the auction, specifically the other force-sensitive in the area. He wasn't sure what they were up to, but he didn't want to put his people in the way of their war path should things start going south. he had learned early on in his career that force sensitive were loose cannons. some thinking themselves invincible due to it. Though in his youth, he had done the same.

While he waited, he let his ear flick and swivel around. While he couldn't see the droids, perhaps he could at least hear if any were coming towards his location. Though he gave a light rumble, the commotion of the auction below, mixed with the distant thumping of droids, made it difficult to hear anything on approach. And so he was forced to rely on the two in the tower with him

Trace Xyston

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Zygerria
Tags: Gatz Derrevar , Laphisto , Trace Xyston , Valery Noble , Shan Pavond , Elise Ahana-Gwyneira , Arla Rodarch , Others...

"I stole someone's invitation to the private gathering in the auction house," Gatz explained his own plan, "figured I'd free some slaves. Then shoot my way out. Mix things up a little."

Rayne let out a mute sigh. That was... better than nothing. She hoped he had the capacity to take care of himself, which he seemed to more or less. It was just the risk of it all that had her uneasy. This wasn't the sort of thing that they young woman did very often.

"Okay," She nodded. "I'll get started then... just don't get shot."

From there, Rayne would open her mind, reaching out to latch onto the minds of several guard droids patrolling the wall of the auction space. The Twi'lek would worm her way in, infecting their brains and taking over akin to a virus, though wholly temporary as she saw fit. Then, with some effort and concentration, the droids would raise their blasters, turning to those uninfected by her mind. One by one, blaster shots rang out. A newly panicked crowd would turn to see their own protection beginning to brawl, firing on each other for some unknown reason.

And from there the rest could proceed. All she needed to do was wait for her window to assist further and hopefully get her kin somewhere safer for them, away from the salivating gazes of the uncivilized.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

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Gatz did not have the capacity to take care of himself. The sheer amount of times he'd been stabbed, shot, or beaten to a pulp in the last few months were proof of that. Chasing after the example Valery had set had only revealed his inadequacies, and even with her training him now, he was still just one man with a blaster. He just happened to be a man with a blaster that could levitate a couple rocks, and sidestep a few blaster bolts now.

But that wasn't enough to make a difference. Not the way she did.

This mission, and his stupid plan, they were almost doomed to end in his death. But if the death of a man like him meant that a few others would live, then that was a trade he was glad to make. At least then his life would have meaning; that the culmination of his twenty-four years was more than spice and credits.

"No promises," Gatz couldn't tell Rayne he wasn't going to get hurt, because he usually ended up getting hurt, "but I'll get your people out. As for the rest... I'll see what I can do."

And then Rayne kicked off her plan, and Gatz sprinted back down the alley, determined to set someone free before he was inevitably incapacitated.

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Tags: Rayne Lo'to | Open

 

[Seku Bondara]

Seku muttered curses in her native tongue, under her breath, as the bidding got underway. She was just one Rutian Twi'lek, alone in a sea of potential adversaries, the rational part of her brain thought to itself. What the heck could she do?

Without warning, Seku found herself shaking off a sudden dizzy spell. The Rodian, she thought, as she began to feel panic. The Rodian had tagged her with something when she tapped her shoulder.

"Girl...you're in trouble now," Seku muttered to herself as she dropped to her knees without warning.

"You don't know the half of it," the Rodian replied, stepping into Seku's line of sight. "You're going to make a fine addition to someone's collection once I get rid of your smart Twi'lek mouth and attitude."

TAGS: OPEN

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Objective B:

The impact was the first thing, hitting the ground was easy... practice could make perfect for maximum intimmidation factor... guiding yourself so when you came down you dive bombed through the vents of a roof... precision and skill... do that after guiding yourself through the air and avoiding gazes only to land feet first on the shoulders of a zygarrian who was there.... perfection. She landed on him and the wet sound that was made muffled her impact even better. She crouched down bringing the rifle out and switching to the grapple on her wrist weapons. Scanners going as the communications would likely be the hottest area of the facility with the most cooling needed if it was doing things right.. or they it shielded from sensors which would make it stick out. Opening the door while she picked up a retinal scanner tool from the zyygerrian on a stylus she nodded. A good way to go through the facility as well was with a key.

 

[Trace Xyston]

Trace refrained from nodding to himself as he heard Laphisto's intel. He held his head high as he walked down the right hallway...and nearly ran into a group of four humans. The Elghaseki scowled mentally, but nodded respectfully to the men. "That's my bad," he apologized.

The one with a buzz-cut said, "No problem. Carry on."

Trace nodded again and resumed walking. He could see that the hallway branched out into many different sub-corridors. How do I find the turbolift in all this? he wondered to himself. Suddenly, his blood ran cold as the same guard called out, "Hey...I don't think I've seen you around before."

He had to think quickly if he was to salvage this mission. Trace turned around slowly. "I was on the other side of the compound. That's probably why."

"Well, I haven't seen you in the mess hall at all either. And I know my men well," the guard said, suspicion creeping into his voice. He now stopped leaning against the wall and began to stride towards the Twi'lek.

Doing his best to look uncomfortable, Trace replied, "Well...I just got demoted from watching the collar monitor. One of the slaves almost got out, and it was under my watch. But now, I got promoted again, so I'm going back to the monitor. It's been quite some time since I've been up on the second floor...where's the lift again?"

The guard stopped walking, now fixing Trace with a piercing glare. After a few seconds of loud silence, Buzz-Cut spoke again. "Down the hallway, to your left, third corridor," he gestured down the hallway.

"Thank you," Trace said, and walked to the lift, feeling the man's gaze on him until he turned the corner.

Once he was on the second floor, there were less guards. He and his group had walked for three minutes before they encountered the two guards Laphisto had been talking about. Already, Trace saw no way to get past them other than to incapacitate them. So, he pulled out his blaster and set it on stun. Motioning to Rhomma, Garz, and Traxus, he aimed around the corner and fired two shots. Both of the men were unconscious before they hit the ground.

"Let's move."

Trace jogged over to the door, glancing at the touchpad by its side briefly before grabbing one of the guards' arm and slapping his hand against the pad. The door slid open, revealing a room filled with camera footage viewscreens, and a terminal across the room. Standing by it were three people, all human.

No one turned around as Trace and his comrades entered. One of them said, "Hey, could we get another cup of caf? Watching these screens takes the energy out of us. Thanks!"

At Trace's command, Rhomma and Garz dropped two of the men with stun shots to the back. Trace dashed over to the last man and covered his mouth, pinning his arms behind his back. "Listen closely. You're gonna tell us how to disable the slave collars, now!" the Twi'lek demanded.

He could feel the man shuddering in fear in his grasp. "F-f-fine! Please spare me!"

"I will."

The man took out a card from his pocket and plugged it in to one of three slots. Each slot was a different shape. "There are keys in my companions' pockets too."

Rhomma and Traxus searched the stunned men and discovered a cube-shaped key, and a star-shaped object. They each plugged it into their respective slots and a green light appeared on the screen. All it needed was a fingerprint. Trace let go of one of the man's hands, and watched him slowly put it to the screen. A chime played from the terminal when it was done, and on the security cams, Trace could see the collars dropping off, thudding to the floor.

A grin appeared on his face. And was quickly wiped off when there were sounds of boots stomping on the floor outside. Quickly, Garz switched his blaster to lethal and shot the door controls. It immediately slid closed. There were sounds of pounding outside, and a familiar voice said, "Open up! Now!"

Buzz-Cut was back. And he'd brought friends.

Trace held a finger to his ear and said to Laphisto and the rest of his team, "I need help! Second floor, Laphisto will guide you. There are guards outside, they're about to break in!"

Laphisto

 

[Seku Bondara]

Knowing she had very little time before whatever toxin she'd been exposed to knocked her out cold, Seku reached an unsteady hand for the pouch on her belt where she had packed a few broad spectrum toxin antidotes. Without knowing precisely what she'd been exposed to, it was her best chance at survival.

Jabbing herself in the right thigh with the injector, Seku forced herself back to her feet as she scowled at the treacherous Rodian.

"My turn," Seku said with a snarl as she pulled the empty antidote injector from her thigh and stabbed the Rodian right between the eyes with the needle using every ounce of remaining strength she could muster.

Seku was on auto-pilot, her SIA hand to hand combat training kicking in as she delivered a flurry of blows with her hands and feet meant to cripple or kill her opponent. A few minutes later, as if she was snapping out of a daze, Seku stood over the inert form, completely out of breath. Glancing around to make sure she hadn't been spotted, she dragged the Rodian out of sight, checking for a pulse. Kark...she was definitely dead.

"No sense in feeling sorry for her," Seku said, arguing with herself over her sudden internal moral conflict. "She was going to sell you back to the Hutts on Nar Shadda. Can't let that happen, can we now, Blue?"


TAGS- OPEN

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto watched Trace move through the building, catching the interaction with the others before eventually making it to the center room. All was going smoothly. Just as planned, or it would have been, but suddenly he heard it, blaster fire, and the crowd began to churn. He didn't know where the fire was coming from, but he caught small indications of the force scattered - if not very weakly- in a few objects. With a minor grumble, he drew his blade, igniting his saber and working to quickly cut a rectangular hole in the side of the watch tower he was hiding in. he turned to the other two in the tower, giving a slight squint as he tried to look at them. " you two provide overwatch from here, barricade the doors and be on the lookout. A fire has already started. Make sure our extraction point is clear."

Turning back to the now-cut wall, Laphisto pushed the material out of its hole, sending the chunk flying into the adjacent building before he dropped, wings spreading out to slow his fall. He hit the ground with a roll and ignited his blade again. Using his Battle Precognition, he moved on the droids. His vision was a blurry mess. He saw the silhouettes of the droids. Reaching out and crushing one of them. Balling it up and throwing it through the doors. He had hoped that with such an aggressive assault on the front door, he could pull most attention away from trace.

Pushing himself forward, he gave a few grunts, blaster bolts bouncing against his Beskar when he missed Shots from the droid's assault. Reaching out through the force again, he quickly crushed the droid, throwing it to the side. His eyes flashed that teal blue once more before stepping through the entrance. He spotted the five guards on the ground floor and the seven scattered along the second-floor railing. He braced himself, Adopting a Shien lightsaber stance, and the moment the blaster fire began, he went to work on deflecting the bolts back to those firing at him. Several bolts hit his armor, causing him to tighten his stance and even take a few steps back.

One of the guards grasped his radio, screaming into the comms relay," Jedi! We have a Jedi in the main house. We need reinforcements immediately!" Laphisto heard the guard just barely over the blaster fire. With a small grunt, he deflected two bolts back to their senders, killing three guards, then another on the bottom floor. Three out of twelve, this was going to slow. Reaching out with the force and grabbing the first of the pirates that managed to poke out and try and fire a few shots. Only to be pulled from the railing, pulled to a point where the others could see him, and within seconds, the sounds of bones snapping as the man cried out in pain, his ribs crushing in on themselves before letting his body hit the floor. Hoping to break their morale enough to get the advantage of the situation.

He gave a small sigh of relief when one of the guards threw up, others seemingly frozen in fear while one or two ran away from the sight. Using this to his advantage, Laphisto jumped across the open hall using one of the Chandeliers as leverage to propel himself to the second floor, though not before sending the large decorative piece hurdling to the ground. landing he immediately sent his blade slicing across two of the guards. Rushing the remaining four on the balcony and cutting them down. He ran through the second floor, cutting down the guards as we went. And making it to where Trace was held up, though whether he managed to pull the attention away or make it in time was yet to be seen.


Trace Xyston Rayne Lo'to Gatz Derrevar Seku Bondara Basaba Willamina

 

[Trace Xyston]

Trace gripped his blaster firmly, aiming down the sights at the door. The banging got louder and louder, until it suddenly ceased. The silence was short, for soon after, the sound of a lightsaber filled his ears. Then screams. And blaster shots. Either a Jedi, or Laphisto. Trace was counting on the latter as he burst out of the room and into a hallway. He was right.

The draconic leader advanced on the lines of security guards, lightsaber deflecting shots, and using the Force to further destroy the enemy lines. Trace raised an eyebrow as Laphisto reached out with his invisible power and squeezed a fist. One of the guards started levitating...then was crushed abruptly. His bloodcurdling screams seemed to demoralize the enemy, as one threw up, and the others laid down their weapons and flopped down the floor, hands behind their backs.

Then, Laphisto jumped up to the second floor, using the chandelier, and sliced two of the guards across the chest. Trace turned to his left, stunning Buzz-Cut with a single shot. "Great timing, sir. We disabled the collars," Trace reported, stepping towards his commander.

Laphisto