"Void"ed Check~CIS Dominion of Void Station

[VildarnTentoria]

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Transaction Declined
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Objective: 1
Goal: Secure Void Station From Imperial Forces
Post: 2
Location: Void Station

As a part of Storm Fleet he found himself appalled at the actions so far of eliminating the station, Stormtroopers had built in life supports and civilians did not. He understood that droids were needed but he was a firm believer their place was as assistants and not leaders. Regardless he had few moments to ponder this as his ship sweeped around to target the approaching Imperial Cruisers.

“TD, atmosphere aboard the station?” he asked the Tactical Droid.

“Holding Sir, though it should be noted that CIS officials are onboard the station.” “What, why?” “If I had to calculate Sir I would say monetary gain.” the droid’s words filled him with anger but his first duty was to his own crew.

“Target the left ship, aim all weapons.” he said admitting inability to help more for the moment.

Their long range weapons targeted and fired upon the Vindicator as it approached, the powerful prow cannons must have taken the ship by surprise cause it veered off leaving its counterpart to continue head on towards them. Vildarn ordered a change of firing target but the
Imperial ships fighters were already flying straight for them.

“Target the fighters, keep them off us, this really is going to turn into a slugging match.” both vessels fired upon one another with turbolasers but the Munificent’s ion cannons proved to be their advantage as it quickly drained their shields.

“Main weapons are ready to fire again.” Brook informed him.

“Target their bridge.” the heavy prow cannons ripped a hole straight through what remained of their shields and disintegrate a chunk of the bridge, the enemy ship was crippled and easy pickings for their secondary weapons.

“Sir, the remaining Imperial ship is attempting escape, we should pursue.” TD-666 said moving towards him for orders.

“Negative for now, order the rest of the fleet to remain on guard, if necessary we can hunt the ship later, right now I’m placing the rescue of Void Station civilians on the top of our priority list.”

“Sir, those are in fact Imperials on that station.” TD-666 said surprised by his order.

“They’re civilians, I signed up to the Confederacy to help people, prepare for docking, Lieutenant Edren, prepare boarding teams for civilian extraction.” “Yes Sir!” the female Trandoshan officer saluted before heading out the door.

“Brook you have command, I’ll be joining the boarding team.” Vildarn just hoped he knew what he was doing.



The Plasma Cut Boarding Device was well underway in cutting into the stations hull, B1 droids prepared for infiltration. You had better take one of these.” Edren said handing over an oxygen mask, herself already procured one.”

“We rescue any civilians we can and secure them in any spare cargo area we have, if we can well restore life support to the parts of the station no longer under Imperial control, these are Imperial storm troopers, nasty guys, don’t go easy.” the newly created door blew open as then droids marched into the corridor that would no doubt be guarded by storm troopers.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Post:3
Objective: 3
Tags: [Member=Tmoxin Temi]
"Hmm, I may have something to haul that..." He tapped a button on the holotable, and an inventory of the cargo hold popped up, he tapped something, then tapped a few other things. "Got a few hauling droids coming with us, T5 models, more than adequately equipped, slow, but effective, made of durasteel plating, no ranged weapons by itself, just deployed them, if anything they can provide cover for the security detail, alright, let's---" A warning popped up on the holotable, pointing out that the station's life support systems were down. "Think you can survive without Life Support here?" He started walking towards a room, and put on a mask, and walked back out, carrying two more, and started walking down the ramp of the ship, and then over to his droid detail, and inspected them.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Post: 3
Objective: 3, BYOO, Find the Hand Artifact
Tags: [member="Caesar Kenway"]

Viceroyal Kenway snapped into all business mode, which suited the Hapan executive just fine. “Is there anything in particular you care to find, besides whatever stash of credits awaits us in the bank vaults?”

Watching the fellow politician put on a life support mask, Tmoxin did the same. It was a small contraption with limited oxygen supplies, but with the droids helping, the redhead hoped they would be in and out in no time.

As Mr. Kenway started off, she followed, moving in front of him until they reached the museum. Opening a large set of double doors, the smell of must and abandonment assaulted her nostrils - even through the mask. While the Imperial palace may have been inhabited recently, no one appeared to have visited the museum in awhile.

Concentrating on the darkside of the Force, Tmoxin reached out to see if she could find the location of The Hand. “This way,” she told the Viceroyal. Through the labyrinthian space, the pair eventually came to the nine foot statue, as the Hapan had described, a hand with the palm open. She knocked on it with a delicate fist to see how hollow or heavy it was.

“The droids?”

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Post:3
Objective: 3
Tags: Tmoxin Temi
"A few things, not for me, all for a friend, I personally know nothing of them, nor what they do." He made a hand signal, and two T3 Hauler droids came over and lifted up the hand, with relative ease. Then another one walked over with a container, and he started putting things in it, the list goes: The Trinity Stones, the Void Stone, Emperor Palpatine's cane, Luke Skywalker's Compass, the Crystal Cloak, the Soulstealer, and the Dagger of Mortis. "You got everything you want?"

 

[Arekk]

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VOID STATION, MARA CORRIDOR​

TOUCHING GROUND, LETTING EVERYONE DO THE HARD WORK​

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"Get rich or die trying."​

♫https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pv0u7uMn-g // Gear: Armor, Weapon // w. [member="Damon Riggs"], [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"], [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"]​

Credits.

Say the word anywhere in the galaxy and you will soon see how everybody changes their demeanor towards you, enemies will want to become your greatest friends only to stab you in the back for some lowsy chip containing currency. That's what keeps the universe moving freely but also people going at each other's throat, money has become the key thing over anything else.

Long gone are the days of honor and respect and the times of disrespect and treason had arrived to stay forever.

The Darknet had a vast amount of individuals to obtain valuable intelligence from and Ar'ekk didn't want to be left out of any job whatsoever so when the news reached out to him through an encrypted message that some Imperial currency was being retrieved in Void Station he didn't hesitate to just go there and take his own cut.

Like any other job there would be dangerous encounters and eventual consequences but that came with the life and the slicer himself was prepared to take matters into his own hand.

"Log number 19721. I'm approaching the location given by the confidential contact. Soon enough I will find out if this is just a death trap or if I end up leaving with my pockets more full than they already are." The legendary Ebon Hawk eventually touched the ground just outside the location pointed out in the encrypted message on his datapad in an attempt to go undetected, despite the Void being a palace-like space station on an asteroid. "Here we go."

Unlike other people that'd be getting here, Ar'ekk was actually an independent slicer trying to obtain his cut on this but if the situation required he was willing to cooperate with anyone unless it wasn't asked nicely, which if happened then the other person would receive a wonderful shot in the head.

"Good thing I don't have to do the heavy work. Let the rest do it for me, go inside and retrieve the cash."

Smart, sort of.

 

[Lirka Ka]

OBJECTIVE: BYOO "Assassinate the Warlord"​

As Lirka made her way through these empty halls, she couldn't help but feel a distinct amusement going through her veins. It even left a grin across her normally so cold features, she had been to stations like this a dozen time over: shadowports, the stations that rested above Anzat, festering cesspools of utter galactic garbage peacefully floating in the mighty void of the Galaxy. What made this one funny? It was empty, totally empty, all her expectations had been pushed aside nigh immediately after she had killed that poor guard. Seemed "that lunatic" (who she assumed was the Warlord she was being sent to make into a bloody mess) had devoted a gross amount of manpower to preventing the main CIS onslaught.

She groaned in annoyance, rather silently, as she was rocked with another barrage of Turbolaser fire raking across the station. Annoyance was a common emotion in the Sephi at all times it would seem, rage was power. And it was impossible for someone not to tell she was a Dark Sider through and through..making it all the more remarkable she worked with a skill and deftness that defied expectations that her gruff appearance would give.

Ka was no mere brutish juggernaut from the fighting pits, there was a killing edge the CIS had never seen, that few heard of, Lirka never spoke much of her time among the Anzati. Assassins, predators and killers that she fought against on a nigh daily basis for years, she was no mere juggernaut. A poorly used killing edge was what she truly had hidden away.

She understood that it was required herself contained and not some bloodcrazed madwoman, for now at least. This flashed in her mind as a new guard rounded a corner and nearly caught her, in a instant she disappeared behind some outcropping: funny how quickly someone her size could disappear, loosely checking for him: it seemed rather plain, like some sort of patrol or fleeing guard. The Sephi had no care for details though, she needed him gone

She was perfectly silent, still, her brain ran through a dozen different potential actions: but one stood out to her...the force. Oh how she despised that useful tool, and quickly it seemed it would be proving itself to be such a thing again Lirka knew about the stories of force based mind control, the Anzat had some natural hypnotic powers that laid in the force, what if she were to turn these on this lowly grunt instead of slicing him into a pulp:

Her mind reached out, it was a focus Lirka had never attempted before. Beads of sweat began to trickle down her forehead, this was no mere basic ability: nor did she make any attempt to be subtle about, it was brutish and blunt. A dark sider who didn't really understand what the Dark Side was, her anger and annoyance fed into it, pushing it to completion and an escape from those deep depths of failure: a single word was blared into his mind.

"LEAVE"

Much to Lirka's shock, she had done it. Tendrils of her own power had seeped into his mind, taking some control over him for enough time to unleash that sick perversion of the Jedi Mind Trick, and he left. No blood shed as he simply followed that unstoppable impulse to turn and walk way.

Panting, the Sephi wiped her brow and continued her advance...strange...that was what she was coming to see the Force as. At least, until that temper returned full force.

 

[Aszräl]

Location The Void Objective Respond to Summons Equipment Sword, Armor, Blaster, and the Force​

Post I​

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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To say that the ship was 'very large' was an understatement. That understatement, however, was the one that prevailed in Rhoujen's mind as he explored it. Still, for its mass, he found that there wasn't much to do on this ship. It was all very specialized and geared for a specific mission, so he ended up loitering in the armory picking apart the little guns and pocketing one of the keener blasters there. Could come in useful. It was around then that he received his summons from Mister Malvern.

While Treiades could have probably helped the other crews on their tasks, Malvern apparently had something else in mind, and what ever it was it was hopefully more entertaining than trying to overcome the local Post-Imperial Warlord. Those guys always had more ego than brains and it never took long to reel them either into a deal or into their death. He offered the droid a token thanks, even if it didn't matter, and made his trek to the bridge. The long, elaborate, and somewhat confusing, trek. He'd probably be a little late.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Location: Hyperspace, aboard The Veil ​

Objective: Reach Void Station ​

Post One​

Mentions: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Treiades Rhoujen"]​

Eerie emerald intensity reflected back from the glasteel, while Ferrius peered past the stars into oblivion. It was odd, the woman thought, drawing a hand along the cool metal on the interior. He wasn't dead. That was all she knew. Drawing back to the present and stepping from the view, Anesia glanced to Sigma's sudden appearance and her dark brows drew together. It was scant in time, perhaps unnoticeable, the confusion etched in the singular facial gesture.

Void Station.

Dry, full lips flitted, nearing a smile before she licked them once into submission. The sigh fighting to escape fell down her throat then, along with the name of a man. Anesia inhaled once, pulling in the cold air blasting from the stealth ship's vents. Her hands soon took to her belt and thin, adroit fingers found the gloves secured in an empty loop. Busying them.

"Exarch Adron Malvern requests your presence on the bridge," if the sound of metal could form a voice, it would be just as she heard. Ringing with a dryness and grit that only droids were capable of. Jy'Vun merely offered a nod, sparing no other form of energy on it. Upon its resignation, however, footfalls made way to the lift and boarded with barely a sound- save the hiss of the sliding door.

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With her helm and gloves tucked neatly under her shoulder, Anesia approached the second Confederate Exarch. "The mission, Exarch?" She bet it wasn't debauchery.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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There was the all too familiar pull as The Veil fell from the incredible speeds of Hyperspace. Adron's eyes fell over the seen before him with the most subtle of smiles. The Confederate forces were bearing down on the asteroid base known as Void Station, it was apparent and utterly irrelevant that they would be the victors here today. However important Void Station was, there was nothing more important than the tying of loose ends, long left unattended. "Marx you greedy fool. You really thought by hording the Empire's wealth you would somehow ascend the judgement that was coming for you?" The Exarch muttered, uncrossing his arms and turning away from the viewport that laid before him.

"Sir. Shall we scramble our forces to assist the main force?" The tactical droid asked, aiming a metallic arm out towards the fleet that was gradually surrounding Void Station. Adron looked back to the advancement of their forces and shook his head. "Don't waste the fuel, droid. Void Station may have a small garrison but it's not a fortress. I have no doubt that Marx will be rooted out of his little hole in due time. Besides, im not here for him."

The tactical droid nodded silently, not caring to speak as he watched [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] make her way to the Exarch. Adron looked to the woman who approached him. She had a certain air about her that caused Adron's eyes to never falter away from her. "The main body is taking Void Station for The Confederacy. However, we are after something that even Governor Marx does not know is here." The Exarch answered the woman's question before turning back to the tactical droid. "Prepare my shuttle." He ordered, before looking to Anesia with a challenging gaze. "Are you up to it?" His silken tone reflected the challenge he issued before his lips drew into the thinnest of smiles. Making his way down the hall, his eyes met [member="Treiades Rhoujen"] along the way. The Exarch nodded at the man before offering him an equally interested smirk.

"I'll fill you in once we are on the shuttle. We're late and I'd hate to keep our host waiting." He remarked, his tone matching one of amusement.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective 3: GET RICH OR DIE TRYING!
Crew: Four mandalorian, five basilisk war droid.

It was fun to be back in this part of the galaxy. She had been spend too much time hijacking, looting and killing in the Unknown Regions of the galaxy, only to return to find out a nice prize free for her to mess around wearing the Separatist flag in her JC-747 "Nox" Class Raider Corvette high as she boarded next to the station and took off through the hangar with five basilisk droids all ridden by five different mandalorians. One and that was her, wore a black pitch armor with a long cloak showing the symbol of the Vizla, the others were wearing colors Bhia in orange, Arleen in white, Jeyle in yellow and Raylla in green. Shaking her head negatively towards Arleen, she always hated white for anything, you had to polish and clean the damn thing every night before going to bed, even in beskar, the armor got dirty with blood, guts and mud too fast and too easy.

“All right.”, Ursula said removing her helmet in the hangar, she knew the whole station was crawling with people slicing and looting at will, so she had to run fast and run hard to get to her target before anyone else. It was a vault she was after, a Imperial vault from the days of Palpatine himself and according to the guy she had to beat that told her that the cousin in first degree married to wife of the nephew of his aunt had this information for generations. Whistling at her black pet basilisk droid called ‘Precious’, Ursula kneeled and started to scratch his metal head with her hands clad in glove doing little pathetic noises for the pet. “Who is the cutest little girl ever? You are, yes, you are.”, the animal droid growled back at her happy with that, soon she was also hearing Bhia shouting to her back. That loud tone

“For the Destroyer’s sake… How hard did that missile affected your head? Can we please, PLEASE… move on already?”, Vizla stood up again removing her helmet, fixing the way her Mohawk was in that head of orange silky hair, making a frown to the other girl while keeping her helmet inside the safe in the droid seat where the rider stood, saying in a loud and unworried tone of voice, that husky voice that made nothing better with that insane look in her green shining eyes.

"Let's just behave... said no one, ever.", raising her disruptor gun and starting to move out the corridors towards the vault in one of the lowest levels of the station. She want it to shoot someone and something to the point that Ursula could feel her own hand scratching to call the ship and them to bombard the whole station and blow it up in the stars. The others running and shouting asking her what was in the reason for her to do something like that, but who needs reasons?

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

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Post: 4
Objective: 3, BYOO, Find the Hand Artifact
Tags: [member="Caesar Kenway"]


Mr. Kenway had already procured a crate and two droids were packing it up with objects. After he’d explained to her what he had, Tmoxin wrinkled her freckled nose and said, “Wait just a moment. I’d like to take a look at these so-called artifacts.”

The Hapan was no archeologist. She purchased, hoarded and consumed the finer material elements in life, especially if they related to her home world. The Seven Moons ranch in Bothawui was filled with tapestries, sculptures, handmade furniture and keepsakes - all expensive, but most with some kind of cultural or personal significance to her. But something about the Viceroyal’s list seemed off. Why would so many treasures be kept on this unassuming rock. One could answer because it was just that, but some of these items sounded as though they needed to be locked up a Sith Citadel somewhere.

She first pulled out “Luke Skywalker’s Compass” and the metal instrument with the small stone in the middle fell apart in her hands. “I believe, Mr. Kenway, that this is a forgery. The middle part is not a supraluminite lodestone. I can already tell in the coloring.”

Tmoxin went through each and every object and found the The Void Stone to be a fake as well. “The Dagger of Mortis is known to be destroyed. The rest appear to be genuine though you may have to have them examined by a historian to verify."

She turned to The Hand statue and asked, “Can your droids move this to the ship?”

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Transaction Declined
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Objective: 1
Goal: Secure Void Station From Imperial Forces
Post: 3
Location: Void Station

He entered the station with his droids, one could tell by the chill in the air something was wrong with the life support but he knew the Imperials weren’t known for giving up without a fight. There were no civilians currently about but the number of dead storm troopers told him the Empire’s security measures had not slackened. Knowing they were now against the clock he moved forward wondering if all the Confederates onboard trying to get rich quick would soon find resistance, the Imperials it seemed were rather stretched thin.

Deeper into the station fighting broke out quickly between more storm troopers and his droids, the civilians were found cowering under tables and behind chairs and in storage cupboards. Climbing on top of a table he prepared his announcement.

“Citizens of Void Station, the Confederacy has returned, we are taking this station as the next step in our reconstruction efforts, I ask you all to make your way to my ship, there you will be safe.” “The Empire is no longer your only option, those that choose to stay will be considered Imperials and arrested.”

Luckily it seemed most civilians here were either not fans of the Empire or just not fans of freezing to death. He grabbed civilians personally tugging them to their feet and telling them to run for his ship. Droids would safely escort as many civilians back as they could. Men, women and children, all had been threatened by the reckless acts of his fellow Confederates, but it was too late for that now, he could only do his best to save as many as he could. He just hoped the Imperials didn’t strike back harder.

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Objective: 3
Post: 4
Tags: [Member=Tmoxin Temi]
"Hmm, I assumed that much, though it is not important, I believe my... colleague has others of more significance. Also, yes, the droids can move the hand to my ship." He made a hand signal, and the T3 Haulers carrying the goods walked off to the ship, loading it up, and coming back for more orders.
"So, now what?"

 

[Damon Riggs]

w. [member="Arekk"], [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"], [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"], @Hypatia Najawa​

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Riggs eyes the Wookiee who gave him a nod in return to what Teyla said. She was right, and he needed to trust her enough to know that she wasn’t going to do anything to harm the child. Rafiki wouldn’t let anything happen either. The massive carpet owed them a life debt, so there really was no better body guard for the pregnant pilot.

If any of them thought the job was going to be easy they were mistaken. Teyla was loaded with enough weapons to show that she didn’t think they were just going to walk in, and Riggs had twin blaster pistols and decent repeating rifle slung over his shoulder. Their job was to get the slicers to the main controls and
ler them do their magic. Protecting them was what would make everyone rich.

Riggs smirked when he thought about how much there was even with the number of people on the job. There was plenty to make sure each of the crew were set for life, and the fact Riggs and Teyla had a finders fee and the ship fee worked into the agreement, they wouldn’t lack for anything. Their baby wouldn’t lack for anything. Riggs also could stop working for Baros also. They wouldn’t need his credits.

“Right, here we go,” he said to the team as the first off the boarding ramp. It was the navy officer in him to lead the way. First one off and last one on was a motto he led by, and thus was no different.

There was a trail of bodies that the soldiers took care of ahead of time, but Riggs expected more conflict closer to the terminals. As he rounded the corner that’s exactky what they ran into as he quickly pulled back around to get out of the range of a blaster bolt that came his way.

Rounding once more, he pulled the rifle in front of him and took out the shooter. It was a lucky shot as his real goal was to count how many they had to deal with.

“Six, three on the right, three on the left. On the count of three... 3... 2... 1...”

Damon rounded the corner and began to fire.

 

[Brayden Antares]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Aayaith Siosa"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 1

Brayden Antares was...complete not a member of his not-sister's so-called Confederacy. At the moment, their objectives and goals in life did not really concern him. His concern was only for the reclamation of his twin sister, his actual twin sister and the safety of his home. Fortunately, Endelaan was neatly tucked away in a corner of the known galaxy that precious few even knew about and fewer still had cause to visit.

With that said, his recent foray into the wider galaxy was steadily showing him one thing to be true. They could not likely continue to hide in isolation forever. In the end a system would have to be devised to ensure that Endelaan kept pace with the rest of the galaxy, giving their people the opportunity to experience something new while maintaining their tradition and way of life. There was a complication, however. It was not presently his decision to make, and his mother was still missing. Xsayarsa had advised that several seemed to be slowly coming out of hiding throughout the galaxy. A thought and problem to address at a later time.

For now, Brayden merely wanted to ensure that he got a better understanding of what had happened to his sister. In order to do that, he would undoubtedly have to keep an eye on this...Madalena. Fortunately for Brayden, the woman was likely to think it was because he had finally relented, seeing things her way.

He had not.

Making it onto the station had not been overly difficult, and staying relatively unseen was a tad easier. Madalena would notice, feel a slight shifting in the Force. Undoubtedly it would whisper to her that she was not alone. In that moment, the visage of Brayden Antares would appear dressed in black pants, grey shirt, and black and silver overcoat as the cloaking of his presence dissipated entirely, revealing silver-green eyes that burned just a touch more green than his brothers.

A gift of the Sorceresses in his family and the intimate time spent with his mother in the Darkness. "Madalena," would be the only word Brayden spoke with a small nod of the head. He silently hoped she wouldn't squeal and try to squeeze him to death.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 1
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Aayaith Siosa"] [member="Brayden Antares"]
Post: 2

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Madalena noticed. She and her twin brother were connected, though that GPS-like connection knew many bounds, it was impossible for him to hide his presence from her if they were on the same planet, unless he was willing to hide his presence entirely through the Force, thereby being also unable to sense her or others. Which… Was exactly what he’d done.

The smile on her face had become huge the moment she noticed it in that brief moment before he appeared, and the mission forgotten almost entirely for the span of a single breath. It was unprofessional, but since she was still waiting on orders and basically just trying to fill time up, she wasn’t going to beat herself with guilt over it for now.

“Brayden!” she squealed, and squeezed him into a hug, careful enough so that the entire arsenal of weapons that decorated her body more than any jewel ever could would not harm him.

His return from the Unknown Regions had been… Rocky. But things were improving. Things were getting better. She’d find the way to help him regain his own mind, step by step, no matter how long it took. He was her twin brother, and now that he was back, she was never going to let go of him ever again.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as the embrace broke, “and uhm… How good of a fighter are you these days? We might have to go in and start killing people soon enough.”

 

[Brayden Antares]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Aayaith Siosa"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 2

Brayden winced slightly, barely managing to contain a smirk that, actually, was not feigned. In the end of the day, he did want his sister back. Regardless of the fact that Madalena's head was...just wrong, he constantly saw glimpses of his true sister in the things Madalena did or said. It was in those moments that the entire charade was very difficult for him. As a result, he was teaching himself to simply...let go a little. When he was in her presence, it was easier for him just to live in his own fantasy...rather than struggle against Madalena's.

"Alright, alright...let me breathe Maddie." As Madalena broke the embrace, Brayden offered a mischievous smile in response to her questions. "Obviously I'm here to keep you safe, and I feel like I'm the only one that can really fight without all these..." Reaching forward, Brayden lightly poked Madalena in the side directly next to wear he judged one of her hidden blades to be. The sight often did not require the use of his eyes. Courtesy of his pseudo-captor's life as a Fallanassi Master, Brayden had learned a great deal about the intricacies of the white current. The Force often replaced every single one of his senses. "...man-made toys."

Still smiling, Brayden shook his head and waved a mocking finger in jest. "Don't you worry about me, sister."

 

[Arekk]

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VOID STATION, MARA CORRIDOR​

TOUCHING GROUND, LETTING EVERYONE DO THE HARD WORK​

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"Get rich or die trying."​

♫https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pv0u7uMn-g // Gear: Armorhttps://www.upload.ee/image/8942008/nikolay-razuev-characters-salaga.jpg, Pistol // w. [[member="Damon Riggs"], [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"], [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"]​

The binoculars gave him a pretty good picture of what was going down as multiple guards covered the building in specific positions, all tactically spread out to cover most ground without having to worry about a thing. Unfortunately, a team of highly capable mercenaries were ready and about to shoot their way into the terminals which gave Ar'ekk a decent route to use and avoid being detected while they were at it.

Someone capable would have to slice their way through and if that wasn't done quick things could get really ugly, so his idea was to get down there as soon as the guards were taken care of. Following the trail of bodies left by what seemed to be some sort of scoundrel group, Ar'ekk kept a good eye on them and hid whenever possible as he kept moving silently "between the shadows" sort of speak, creeping up behind them at a close range.

"These guys must be crazy." The slicer muttered under his breath, making small mental notes as his eyes witnessed the events unfold quite rapidly and mindlessly. "Might have to give them a hand if it gets out of control."

With his blaster on hand and trigger finger prepared for any eventuality, Ar'ekk waited for the right moment to go wherever the group moved. Maybe showing his face earlier was inevitable, it all depended on how well they did at dealing with the six guards on their path.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

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Location: Hyperspace | Aboard The Veil | En route to Shuttle​

Objective: Reach Void Station​

Post Two​

Mentions: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Treiades Rhoujen"]​

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The loft of a single raven brow was given as response, her own smirk threatening to appear. Alchemy-inspired viridian pools drifted to Rhoujen though, allowing shadows to pass. A smile appeared suddenly and her long legs brought her near to Adron's shoulder. "So very diplomatic of you," commented the suited woman while slipping the first glove on.

It's not a fortress, she touched Rhoujen's mind and even through the Force her carried vocals held a dry humor.

Though shy of the Exarch's height and build, the Sith matched his stride. It wasn't until they neared their destination that she fell back, letting the cyan eyed young man to move in front, just behind Malvern. She took that time to let slip other senses, feeling the very atmosphere surrounding them and the staff while her gaze meandered.

"It is curious to me that the Governor Marx is unawares of what or whom he houses," it wasn't a question, her face very passive at this point. "Very interesting." The previous man with who she dealt with was immersed in the very Station. Had he died? Who could have removed his power? She wondered about Morcus then, but raised no announcement on the matter.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 1
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets
Tags: @Aayaith Siosa [member="Brayden Antares"]
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“Keep me safe?” Madalena pfft’d at her brother. She didn’t need him to keep her safe. While it was true that she was not the top fighter yet, she was still a formidable opponent. She knew how to use her knives, her lightsabers, and random objects around her. Combined with her Force abilities, she was a nightmare for many of the CIS’ enemies, and had made a few of her own as well. And when she wasn’t busy killing them, she’d grown some of a name for contaminating drinking water. A bunch of CIS protocols had been updated because of some of her crazier ideas.

“All we need is one Yslamary-thingie lizard and your abilities become null and void,” she grinned, “trust me. I’ve been in such a situation… Three times, so far. A good pointy end can change the outcome of a battle more often than not.”

And that was before she took into account that she actually had no clue if Brayden had any experience in these type of missions. Fighting alone and following orders or team working with others were all different things. “I’ve got your back,” she finished with the sweetest of smiles.

Checking her commdevice, Madalena sighed. Still nothing.