We Do Not Falter [CIS, Viceroyalty]

[Soloman Priest]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City​

Mission: Capture Valencia Hadley before the others.​

Team Members: Koda Fett │ Marcus Itera │ Hacks​

Equipment: Armor │ 2x Big Iron │ 2x Nastirci │ 1x Vibroblade │ 1x ACR │ 1x Inferos Disruptor │ GS-77​

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Soloman uncomfortably moved about in his armor - not because it was uncomfortable in itself, it was custom made for him with combat comfort in mind; but because he hated dawning Mandalorian Armor when he himself wasn't Mandalorian. Not anymore at least, but his minor complaints were just that - minor. There were more Sith Lords here than you could shake a stick at, and already more rounds flying than he ever cared to be around; he needed an advantage, and what better advantage than Beskar?​

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His boots clanked as the ship he flew in on pushed further into the city, deftly avoiding the buildings and local anti-air capabilities most of the city no doubt was soon to come under the protection of. He only needed enough time to get the target out of the city - and he hoped Hacks would assist, at least long enough to get off world.​

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He sighed as the landing walkway opened - the city beneath him rushing around with a frightening speed. At least his boots kept him tight to the ground -​

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“Hacks, can you hear me?”, he said through the secure channel she had helped set up.​

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“I need eyes on the target. Search the local cameras, see if you can find some trace of her - and if you do, keep me updated. We can’t afford to lose her.”​

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Another moment passed and he spoke again -​

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“Koda, Marcus. Are you ready?”​

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Location Geonosis; Golbah City
Mission: Distraction, lead as many military personal as necessary to him
Equipment: M808 Juggernaut Suit; M808 Grenade Launcher; R82 Precision Rifle; Cortosis Gauntlets; Kinetic Blade; XR-18 Revolver
Tags: Arwen Hadd Kovhorn Aloy Vizsla Cassus Akovin Joran Del-Finn
Enemies: As of yet to be known.

Renn slowly reloaded the massive weapon. Once the clip was empty, he pulled off his ammo belt, it was also empty. Pulling his R82 off his back he just went to continue his rampage, the truck driver skidding away. A police officer came around the corner just to be stabbed by the dagger. Renn walked to an alley, and hid in the backroom of a restaurant. There he discarded his Juggernaut Suit, hiding the pieces in a boxes with assortments of fruit in them.

From one of them he grabbed his own helmet and walked out the store moving quickly from alley to alley, eventually he slipped into a crowd running away and ran with them. Their eyes didn't linger on him due to their haste. A quick look though could set them off to who was with them. A rifle across his back, a revolver at his side, and a Dagger on his hip.

Pulling out his revolver he fired a shot straight into the people in front of him, it ending with a explosive round hitting a large group. Soon, bodies laid everywhere, while most escaped, some didn't. So he stood there, quietly reloading his Revolver, humming a tune.

 

[Kovhorn]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City
Mission: Cause some havoc (distraction)
Allies: Aloy Vizsla Cassus Akovin Arwen Hadd Joran Del-Finn

It was time, he heard explosions in the distance. Now it was his turn...something was wrong. There was no update from Cassus Akovin or Arwen Hadd who might need to be there by now. And he just noticed some BX Commando's starting to aid the otherwise very light forces near the generator he was after. Could have been caught or just delayed. Either way the BX droids were much too early for this to be because of the explosion. Someone knew they were there. "I believe they're watching us. I just saw two BX commando's emerge, this is way too early compared to the explosions. I'm getting this done then I'm heading to my ship for further orders." he said into the comms of his allies.

And now it was time to head in. First he took a good look around, rising to a higher point. He didn't see much from here, but then again, he wasn't around the most vital areas. He'd keep an eye out though. He did a semi-circle surveillance of the site, quickly, to ensure he knew of every nearby droid or enemy force that was in his way. Mostly it was the BX Commando's, others were B1's. Droids of reletively light armor, even if they didn't, he was carrying very heavy weaponry.

And then he got ready. The weapon was very powerful and used for long distances, once he'd get close he'd switch out. For now, this was his weapon. He put an eye to the optic, stepped out, and fired. Several quick blasts were heard as he downed 3 of the Commando's almost immediately after each other then started off at a jog towards the facility using much of the cover. B1's started to come up, they went down fast. Their aim and weapons were too low for the armor and little time in which they were active while still in his sight. He came up to the wall and activated his jetpack using it to essentially hop over, firing his RT-97C_heavy_blaster_rifle all the while as each of the droids and guards he'd analyzed came by. He landed and rushed inside, slinging the weapon across his back and removing the PS-1 Particle Shotgun, which tore through the first set of security in mere moments with its sheer power. His run through the facility was short, aided by short bursts of the jetpack to keep his stamina up while moving fast and aggressive. The moment he got near the center, he was faced by 4 more commanders with shields.

He knew his shotgun, while powerful, would take care of them too slowly. So instead he charged them using the jetpack to ram straight into the first one, the blaster bolts doing almost no damage on the very sturdy armor. The first one went down and he sent a scatter blast that shredded the chest of one and hit the head of the other. Then pulled one of his BSB's out momentarily sending two more quick shots into the head of the last standing droid while he stomped onto the neck of the tackled one and shoved it apart.

"Gonna leave with a bang." He grabbed four of the thermal detonator's, setting them on a one minute timer, and tossed them into the crevices of the generator's most important parts. And then he ran like crazy. Holsting his pistols and shotgun and again putting the heavy blaster rifle in hand as he raced against the clock to make it outside of the generator using his jetpack to speed up his run but not relying on it fully. Through the hall, firing at every droid he saw, until he finally made it outside up and over the wall and just kept on going. In mere seconds those thermal detonators were going to go off with a very powerful explosion of their own, let alone if the generator relied on explosive materials. Either way, if that all went correctly. They were about to lose a serious amount of power to this city, but most importantly, reduce effectiveness of shields. Generally the bigger generators were the ones that were connected to the planet or city's shielding. Without that, they'd be much weaker.

Using the connection his armor had with his suit, he hooked up to The Strill. It rose from its hiding place completely stealthed, and began its way towards him but slowly and not going completely into the city. He ran straight to the shadows, using his jetpack only once to get onto a dark roof and glancing into the distance. He watched for anything that was flying, so that he could position his ship high enough in the air it wouldn't be touchable by land forces, but also so that it couldn't be hit by a flying ship that didn't see it. And started moving it close to him.

"I need an update on mission progress right now. I have no intention on fighting an army. They may have droids that fall apart like a tea kettle down the stairs but I don't like a tea kettle once it can shoot a rocket launcher."

Possessions on him:
Dragon-beskargam
RT-97C_heavy_blaster_rifle (hands)
2 BSB (Blackmoor Sonic Blaster) (sides)
PS-1 Particle Shotgun
Thermal detonators. 6x. back belt.
Ammo. (Thighs, belt, chest.)

Ship: the-strill.

(If y'all are concerned on this post please tell me so can fix it depending on what you say)

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Friend: Adron Malvern | Malok | Custani Valcho | Tsian Denira | Lyla Quinn | Valencia Hadley | Xazzex Xivar | Caesar Kenway | Kyber | Srina Talon | Tallara | Kyyrk
Foe: Cassus Akovin | Arwen Hadd | Kovhorn | Aloy Vizsla | Joran Del-Finn | Be'iqaronn | Soloman Priest
Location: The Citadel - Assembly Hall
Equipment/Droids: Currently N/A

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The wolf was never late, and frustrated that he was being held up by low ranking security who had a problem with a free wolf roaming the citadel. Had they paid any attention they would have been aware of the furry escort which was typically found anywhere Exarch Talon found herself. After trying to use telepathy to explain what was happening, Gerwald simply had to resort to changing in front of them to prove he was in fact, Knight Lechner. At least the Knights which had been providing the detail would not soon forget that experience, and hopefully it would be some time before they questioned a wolf once more.​

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A confident stride carried him to the chair next to Srina Talon who reached down with her hand to pet his fur. Her words came in the form of a rebuke, but most of it was lost due to the rare gesture of affection the Echani offered. This was not like her. Gerwald simply reasoned it was more a display of possession for those in attendance to see. If there was any doubt who the wolf belonged to, the matter was settled in one gesture.​

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"I was detained by a pair of young squires who will not repeat that mistake. Seeing a wolf transform into a naked man is sure to make the lesson one they will not soon forget."​

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There was a hint of humor to Gerwald's telepathy as he answered his mistress, his eyes scanning the room and falling on another tutor of his, Valencia Hadley . The blonde was different from the Exarch. Where the Exarch encouraged Gerwald's less tame attributes, the blonde seemed to prefer Gerwald behave in a more proper way when it fell to him to serve as escort. The wolf was certain Naedira Darcrath would fall somewhere in the middle, whereas Gerwald was still deciding what to make of it all. If he was going to advance, he supposed he needed to learn when both were necessary.​

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Fortunately the answer became present rather quickly. With the Citadel under attack, and Exarch Talon moving into action. Where she went, Gerwald would go. Should the need arise, the lupine was larger than the average wolf, large enough to serve as a battle mount for the Echani. On the other hand, Gerwald in human form stood at six feet and seven inches. If the need would arise for him to transform and pick up he could do so with great ease.​

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"I am with you, my Exarch," his thoughts pressed into the mind of Exarch Talon once more as he moved to take up his position at her side.​

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Those who sought to attack them would be made to pay this day.​

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Gerwald's mind also went to how the intruders could have made it past security. Someone was either inept, or they had been betrayed. Either way, when this was over, Gerwald would discern the matter and correct it himself.​

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(ooc: I hope I did not miss any tags, also if anyone wants to dance with the wolf please shoot me that glorious DM!)​

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: GEONOSIS, GOLBAH CITY
MISSION: QUELL RUMOURS
TEAM MEMBERS: Soloman Priest , Marcus Itera , Hacks
EQUIPMENT: SEE BIO

Dead. It was the supposed rumour, or so the infochants let such spread across their network into the chaotic expanse; places that knew nothing bar anarchic violence, and violence to rise and meet it. Nightmare, for some, though a haven for others. Fett never much ran though the exploits concerning the Hutt Cartel left a man needing to disappear, vanish into a place that none might find them - months spent among the beasts of the most ferocious jungles, tangling their kind, leaking back into the societies that marvelled at the sight of Mandalorian armour. The Cartel, in an effort to maintain their strength, influence, and fear-factor, spoke of scorching Fett and leaving charred remnants of the once-infamous Bounty Hunter. It circulated for some time, contracts broke, repuatation fell, and even talk of a pretender rose. It could have been the case, for all Fett cared, Fett died in a skirmish against the Hutt armada. He breathed in annoyance for too long, converted oxygen and the constant battle against arrogance left contempt inside the Mandalorian. Dar'manda, now. He'd been exiled quite some time ago, and the Red Coronation had been left as a brief stain among memories. He emerged, in time, and brought back vengeance. It was never personal, but to cripple one's reputation to such an extent felt... unprofessional. That almost felt like a lie. Almost.​

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It was time to come back. It was time to remind people of a certain someone and the reason their reign as number one continues, even now.​

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The Mandalorian remained on retainer for the Confederacy of Independent Systems; one that spread like wildfire throughout the known and unknown, placing their purple colouration across the planets, either through diplomatic terms... or violence. Violence seemed the more likely of outcomes, especially due to the nature of Darth Metus. Fett had sparing contact, that much was true, more known to Srina Talon - their past together ran red; the scent of superheated plasma, the sound of contorting metal, and felt heavier than a structure collapsing one figure. Fett might never forget that last part, no. It was one to remember, for one reason or another. He could tease a smirk at the thought on think on the force-users that felt so loathesome towards the Bounty Hunter, though Koda proved a persistent and difficult presence to manage. He could take pride in that much.​

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He figured that some pursued the large enough figures resting on Valencia Hadley, but one might make more profit securing the seekers once incapacitated, or killed. It was easier to pick the most favourable side, and that wasn't the rag-tag crew some Guild might throw together to infiltrate the Genosian Capital.​

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I hate Geonosis. Koda reminded himself.​

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Fett neglected to respond to Soloman, leaving that one silent for the meantime.​

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He remained at some distance, basking in the warmth provided by the fireball in the skies though never felt much; armour made sure of that. "Talon," Fett spoke after an attempt to reach their commlink, either possessing the correct codes or through some degree of slicing, splicing, or... something else. It might not have ever worked. "They're after the bounties. Amateuers. You lot are worth invading the Capital for." He said, moving towards the Citadel itself, though a carbine slung and in a non-threatening manner, save for the concealed armaments. He might have had another agenda. "There's a new one on Hadley - few million. I've got a price. How much is she valued to not be captured?"​

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It wasn't the first time some crew found themselves backstabbed by Koda, nor would it be the last.​

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Srina Talon ​

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[Kyber]

Location: Meeting Chamber
Represents: The Kalinda System
Personal Guard: Two droids from the Black Steel Guard and one Shadowghoul droid at his side.
Wearing: A lovely black droid chasis.
Friends and family: Caesar Kenway Malok Adron Malvern Xazzex Xivar Credius Nargath Tsian Denira Valencia Hadley Lyla Quinn Custani Valcho

The conversation about the Eternal Empire was interesting and informative but the change of subject to how to deal with pirates was even more interesting and fun especially since the Viceroy of Mechis III attempted and failed to gain the support of his fellow viceroys by claiming he could produce a ridiculous amount of droids within a month to deal with a pirate problem while some of the other viceroys provided more reasonable solutions. If it was up to Kyber he would setup trap cargo ships for the pirates to target and board only to find it full of rakghouls but Kyber understood that most viceroys would straight up deny his suggestion and a certain dreadful Exarch will most likely dismantle him if she found out.

Before Kyber could say anything concerning the viceroy wanting to change the subject from military to boring old economics his data-pad went off with messages of a terrorist attack and before long a few couriers came and went to talk to Valencia. one whispered something to her. Kyber tried to figure what the courier was telling her but was too far to tell until the courier gave a glance over to the other one that had entered who proceeded to tell her that they needed to leave and of course they got rebuffed and informed the current room they are in is the safest place in the whole city.

Kyber wouldn't have thought much about the situation if it wasn't for the fact couriers told her to leave and not security personal. Kyber would out them out as apart of the suspected terrorists attacking the city if he wasn't impressed at how easily they had gotten into the meeting chamber so he sent one of his guards to bring these couriers to him for he had a message he needed sent.

One of the Black Steel Guard battle droids walked up to Cassus Akovin and tapped him on the shoulder "The Viceroy of Kalinda and the planet Kirima wishes for you to deliver a message from him. He understands you may be in a rush but this message is of great importance and must be delivered for the safety of multiple organics. Please follow me to the Viceroy so he may inform you of the message personally".
When the battledroid finished speaking did Kyber notice that Tallara was using the force to hold them in place. clearly he needed to work on his observation skills a bit more but oh well it seems it was too late for these two organics who Kyber had thought could be of use to him.
" May This One ask why That One is using the force to freeze Those Ones in place. Those Ones are but simple messengers and shouldn't be abused by one apart of the Knight Obsidian" .

 

[Hacks]

[ T H E M E ]

Somewhere deep in the Sprawl, far from the chaos of the Royal Sector, was a condemned home. It could hardly be called a home as the roof was partially caved in, the door was permanently jammed and the only way in was a busted window that had now been completely sealed by someone inside. It comprised of a single bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom. There was no outside courtyard and decoration was nonexistent. Sandstone walls had shed dust for years, covering the floors. Fresh footprints marked the presence of Hacks.

She sat down on a reclining chair of dubious quality. Torn leather, signs of mold. One of the armrests was crooked and the foot rest didn't kick out. Beside her on a table was a monitor, goggles and dozens of cords that connected the two together. On the other side of the desk a outdated GNK power droid hummed, providing power to the house. Every now and again it would sputter out "Gonk!" Next to the power droid was an opened crate, half a dozen J57 cam droids rested beside a DSK-1 Deathstrike seeker droid. An NR-1100 Slicer Droid floated around the home, mulling over some unseen calculation before rising up out of the hole in the ceiling and into the skies above.

The slicer rested her head against the chair and gently raised the goggles over her head. Half a dozen yellow lights flickered on, the monitor beside her began to perform a routine check. "Big Sister online," Hacks announced into the secured commlink channel. Just as she announced it her body went suddenly limp. Her head lolled to the side, her arms fell about her. Her fingers twitched for a moment then stopped. Drool slowly trickled from her gently parted lips and ran down her chin.

Her world came to life, explosively. The droids in the room began to hum, their holocams activating. They floated up in perfect harmony. She could see colours she had rarely experienced before, only ever when she watched from the eyes of droids. With nothing but thought she was able to change the way she viewed things, thermal imaging, infrared and low-light vision. A J57 droid flew over to the body in the chair and Hacks felt uncomfortable. There was something uniquely disturbing seeing your own unconscious body from an outside perspective. Though her body lay still, her mind was completely conscious. In this state of heightened awareness, experiencing the world through the virtual reality of the holocams, she was entirely physically defenseless.

She made thought and the droids moved to her will, the six J57 droids and single Deathstrike left the building through the ceiling. They flew across the Sprawl, faster and faster. The world was a blur of activity and Hacks felt more high than any deathstick could ever provide her. This was true freedom, this was living at its best - or at least Hacks distorted ideal version of living.

The droids were making their way to the Royal Sector, Knights Obsidian were already spotted by her holocams buzzing about. The six J57's gave her eighteen eyes, not accounting the other two eyes from the Deathstrike and NR-1100. The holocam droids began to disperse out, entering the Citadel from each and every entrance. She was all-seeing, but not yet all powerful. She commanded the NR-1100 with naught but her mind, it hovered slowly on the outskirts of the Citadel before dropping down and stooping in shadows. It removed a maintenance hatch and floated in, closing the hatch behind it.

In moments the NR-1100 had found a source for which it could connect to the Citadels internal systems. The droid probed a port with its scomp link, accessing a sudden tidal wave of information. Matrices of data flashed across Hacks field of vision. It was overwhelming, Hacks felt a lump begin to form at her throat as anxiety crashed in. Where the hell do I begin? she mused to herself. In moments she had calmed her mind and began to re-organize the influx of data, determining what assets were useful and what weren't. She was slicing into the Citadels security systems.

 

[Lunara Azure]

Location: Knights Obsidian Headquarters
Objective: Bring fire and ashes to the enemies of the CIS
Tagging:

Allies: Kyber | Gerwald Lechner | Alkor Centaris | Credius Nargath | Tsian Denira | Taramaz Laurs | Srina Talon | Kyyrk | Antoin Garrick | Alluria Ivalice | Tallara | Vytal Noctura | Valencia Hadley | Adron Malvern | Malok | Custani Valcho | Lyla Quinn | Xazzex Xivar | Caesar Kenway | Bastille Rommer​

Enemies: Koda Fett | Kovhorn | Be'iqaronn | Soloman Priest | Aloy Vizsla | Cassus Akovin | Arwen Hadd​

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She wasn't going to make it, there was no chance that Lunara was ever going to make it to the city in time to get involved or to help protect the Viceroyalty. The young woman could close her eyes, could look out of the window and see another world another city. A city she'd been too late to save, where flames and darkness had consumed it, left a proud people struggling to survive and rebuild. She could have been there, stopped that before it happened and saved her people, saved all those lives and heartache.

But no, she'd wanted to see the galaxy, to explore the force traditions out there and had been too far away when the darkness fell. She'd come rushing back as soon as she could but it had been too late and she'd only arrived in time to pick up the pieces and sort through the ashes. She'd been unable to meet the eyes of the people she'd failed, to see their accusing stares, and so she'd run.

Run as far as she could, leaving her old life as far behind her as she could, looking for something to believe in, something she could do to alleviate the guilt that threatened to overwhelm her, that chased her with every moment.

No other cities would burn if she could help it, no more innocents would suffer.

A resolute look settled over the white-haired sorceresses face as she turned, heading away from the chamber where the Viceroyalty were in danger, where all the forces of the Confederacy were congregating. Even if she tried to make it, she might only arrive in time to pick up the pieces, to pick up the ashes again.

But, there were other things she could do, a way to help out that didn't require her to race to the scene, to struggle with the others to protect the politicians, a task for which she was incredibly ill-prepared. She'd always thought that it was important to know your weaknesses, to at least acknowledge them to yourself, even if you put on a good face to the rest of the world. Physical combat wasn't where she excelled, it had never been her strength.

Lunara's hurried footsteps had carried her deeper into the city, carrying her up the stairs to the headquarters of the Knights Obsidian, through the corridors that were so familiar to those mediation rooms nestled at the heart of the building. Settling down onto the floor the woman closed her eyes, taking a deep calming breath for a moment before she let the breath flow out of her body carrying her consciousness with it, out into the sea of light that surrounded her, that flowed over the whole planet.

From here, connected like this Lunara could see, could feel all those little eddies that were the people populating the city, each of them affecting the sea in their own way. She knew she could reach down to an eddy, to sense the person behind it but that's not what she was after. The woman's mind shot through the sea, like a dolphin, utterly at home in her element as she closed in on the chamber, hovering above it as she saw all those people, some of them familiar, some unfamiliar.

A smile touched Lunara's lips as she reached out with her mind, gathering all the CIS members she knew in one hand, those intruders she could sense in the other. That smile turned decidedly more predatory as she sat there, her face utterly calm except for that. This was something she'd done before, practised again and again.

With one hand she reached out to her allies to boost them through the force, filling them with confidence and stamina, with the prowess they'd need for the upcoming fight. Pulling them into a collective, into that unity that let them react as one, to this threat. To her enemies though, those who had brought fire and danger into the heart of her new home the opposite, pulling the confidence and prowess from their bodies and minds, leaving them vulnerable to those voices, that whispered in the back of their minds, those voices that were at the back of everyone's mind.

BATTLE MEDIATION ACTIVATED​

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Geonosis, Viceroyalty Assembly
Equipment: KRONOS, FIRE, ICE, Signet Ring, Vele Jivanikas jewel, Lightsaber hidden within garments
Extra: Valkan Guard

CIS TAGS: Srina Talon , Kyyrk , Valencia Hadley , Antoin Garrick , Tallara , Adron Malvern , Malok , Vytal Noctura , Caesar Kenway , Alkor Centaris , Gerwald Lechner , Lunara Azure

BH TAGS: Be'iqaronn , Arwen Hadd , Cassus Akovin , Koda Fett , Kovhorn , Soloman Priest , Hacks
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"Ridiculous," All while the entirity of the Viceroyalty had gone into an uproar at the very moment more and more of them started to get their heads wrapped around the situation, that damned Voph had called for a complete lockdown, ordering the viceroys to leave the assembly in and orderly fashion under escort of their own guards or those provided by the CIS themselves: those annoying Knights Obsidian. The man didn't move from his seat, even with the less savvy and less strong viceroys huddling towards the exit, he was certain the other, more strong-willed members of the assembly also wouldn't make such moves, such displays of weakness.

Settling himself comfortably within his chair, the viceroy of Eriadu motioned the golden glowing orb to move closer to him. "KRONOS...access the CIS networks...if you can't get through to the news networks, I want you to slice it until you do." The orb shifted a bit, lines of blue light shining through the calculated cracks within the liquid electrum shell. Network access...denied

"Try it again," The man let out a sigh, noticing the use of the force on the other side of the assembly hall, very close to where the Vicelord and his councillor were sitting. "Who would even dare to approach not just one, but two sith lords of such magnitude?"

Network access...Denied

"Oh for Melphas' sake KRONOS, use you full capacity for this, most of this planet's technology's been outdated from the moment you were created, don't make me reconcider relegating you to being a core for one of my droids."

Network access...de...de...granted...You really work me to my proverbial bone here, master...just ask nicely next time.

"Don't get snarky with me, Kronos," Another sigh escaped the man's lips as he looked at the events unfolding in realtime on his datapad, connecting the device to KRONOS to allow himself access to all the cameras, all the news outlets and all the videofeed the planet had to offer, but more importantly, thanks to KRONOS, the Viceroy of Eriadu was now able to commandeer every screen within the city as long as it was connected to the city's network and not encrypted seperately by other AI's of similar quality or higher. "I see there's a lot of stuff going on, a bombing...there's some knights obsidian going around, they really have pulled out all the stops on this one...oh, my guards are safe, well that's good...but they're being held up at the entrance...ofcourse."

Pressing a few fingers against his forehead, the Viceroy of Eriadu rubbed his scalp for a moment, wondering just how obliious one had to be to think there would be any chance of success to try and pull something off when there was an assembly of the viceroyalty going on.

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[GL3AM]

~post: 01~
~objective: protect! protect! protect!~
~direct tags: Valencia Hadley Tallara ~
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Chaos! Delighted, GL3AM awakens from his posting -- or rather, stands at attention, for he certainly definitely was not sleeping before, no sir. He begins to think faster and faster as the cogs in his head awaken. There are those at this meeting who are unprotected, GL3AM knows. Politicians who couldn't find the wrong end of a gun but are for some reason of invaluable use to the Confederacy.

They must be protected!

But only... which are they? Hmmm.

That one has a large dog, so GL3AM won't be going anywhere near her. That one seems to have a small army of attendants. THERE! Three -- no, four -- no, five organics are sitting alone in a booth! The blue skinned one does seem to have some firepower, but still... based on GL3AM's prior experience with the smelly creatures, they are always a little too squishy to be safe. Clanking loudly as he runs to them, he buzzes past with his security credentials. "Commander GL3AM", he whispers to himself, still delighted in the sound of his new title.

Finally arriving, GL3AM nods at the organics. "COMMANDER GLEEM AT YOUR SERVICE. I WILL PROTECT YOUR SOFT AND MORTAL BODIES AS BEST I CAN."

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City
Mission: Get out with Valencia Hadley
Team Members: Arwen Hadd (Courier Team) | Kovhorn , Aloy Vizsla , Joran Del-Finn Be'iqaronn (Distraction Team)
Equipment: Akovin Retirement Suit, and Holographic Disguise Matrix, The Relentless Blade, RAW Neural Shuffler (Pistol Variant), The Sound of Silence, and a Standard Blaster Pistol, Gravity Belt with ALE Field Generator and a supply pouch.
Enemy Effects: Tallara (Force Stasis), Lunara Azure (Battlemind), GL3AM (?), Kyber (?)

This... this was not going well. Something was wrong, Cassus couldn't put his finger on why, but an overwhelming sense of dread was coming over him. It was like the whole world was darkening around him. Although he couldn't see it, the holographic disguise that was hiding his true identity from the Viceroyalty was beginning to flicker, as if the weakest points in the illusion were being shattered. Along with this, Tallara 's hold over him seemed to slip off of him ever so slightly. No, the word burned in his mind, brightening his psyche with his inner fire, not like this. Pure determination isolated the lowest points of darkness and tore through them, allowing him the resolve enough to reach for and activate his contingency belt, the option of last resort.

Suddenly, a vortex of energy swirled around Cassus causing the world around him to begin crawling compared to him, Arwen being in his proximity would also momentarily benefit from the field that now surrounded Cassus. It was time to get out. The holographic disguise matrix broke completely as Cassus began to move. Although Tallara's Force still tried to envelop him, limiting his movement, the ALE field served to counter her ability, granting him movement enough to pull out The Sound of Silence and begin blasting her mind with sonic pain only she would be able to hear.

"GRAB HER, WE GOTTA GO!" Cassus roared at Arwen, as he pulled out The Relentless Blade and toggled its Tràkata switch, the silver-yellow thread erupting from his lightfoil hilt.

 

[Arwen Hadd]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City
Mission: Courier Duty oh god oh no we gotta get outta here
Allies: Aloy Vizsla Cassus Akovin Joran Del-Finn Kovhorn Be'iqaronn
Politicians: Adron Malvern Custani Valcho Malok Credius Nargath Lyla Quinn Xazzex Xivar Caesar Kenway Valencia Hadley Kyber Tsian Denira

He felt sick, the feeling of not being able to move along with an overwhelming sense of dread was not doing good by him. This had gone just about the worst it could've and now he was proper stuck.

Then, we was free, he quickly glanced around, processing, before getting yelled at by someone to his side. He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly started trying to grab Valencia Hadley , drawing his blaster, yelling "We need to go now! Get moving!"

 

[Kovhorn]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City
Mission: Pick up or run?
Allies: Aloy Vizsla Cassus Akovin Arwen Hadd


Kovhorn kept to the shadows. His ship moving closer. It was probably fortunate that there was no reason for him to have any kind of active link to the city's system. Because if he had had it, then maybe Credius Nargath would have had a path in. He'd had quite enough though, and he felt...tired? No. He felt weakened or unmotivated. He almost never felt any semblance of that, the last time he had was fighting the Dragon on Vran'Ti that he felt weak. There was no way this was natural, it wasn't a chemical because his helmet would have filtered it out. It wasn't a disease because he almost always wore the outfit and had never been anywhere that it should be brought up.

No, they were being invaded. That was the only option he could think of. He did not know who Lunara Azure was. Nor just how powerful she may be. But he knew the stakes of this battle kept getting exponentially higher. There would be no reason to stay much longer. He opened up the comms again, "I'm preparing for departure. Do your job fast enough and maybe I can bring you with me. Don't, well, it was my job to cause a distraction. I blew up a generator. It was yours to catch the person. Clearly more surveying was needed. Get them out, tell me, and we can leave. Take too long and I'm gone."

He had no intention of staying down here either. He made his way up the side of a building, carefully keeping out of sight of cameras, military facilities, and any lights, if there even was anything still functioning in his area after his attack on the generator. Crawling to the very top, opening his ship, and jumping in before shutting it immediately after. He flew the ship himself this time, steering away from every possible sensor, keeping in the most unlikely of spots to be because it held no strategic advantage. So that he would not be seen, heard, or detected.

He'd watch from a distance, to see if any of his crew were coming outside. If they did he'd radio them, make sure it was them, tell them to get to specific locations but always different ones. Then pick them up as fast as possible. There was no delay, if they wanted to take this slowly, they could take it slowly here. If they looked to have anyone on their tail or watching from a distance, they better lose them before they wanted to hop on board.

This hunt was a mistake. Who did the surveillance on this mission?

 

[Kyyrk]

Bounty Hunters: Be'iqaronn | Arwen Hadd | Kovhorn | Cassus Akovin | Aloy Vizsla

Knights Obsidian: Alkor Centaris | Lunara Azure | Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner | Vytal Noctura

EQUIPMENT: Voph's Robes, Voph's Lightsabers, Ring of Blades
OBJECTIVE: Pursue and Destroy Cassus Akovin and Arwen Hadd
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Voph pulled his Combat Rebreather into place around his jaw, and his lightsaber hissed to life as Tallara called to him. His brow furrowed as Valencia Hadley called out to the junior knight. Then, the titan of a man lurched into motion. "Hostile Contact! Viceroyalty Chambers, Two targets. Both Human Male. Vytal, move to intercept!" Voph's brow furrowed as he stopped just shy of the door, hand thrust forward to ensnare the fleeing targets. But this snare was not of a physical nature. No. It was a Snare of the Force. Among the Force, they shone like beacons. No matter where they ran. No matter where they hid. No matter how far they ran...

...Voph would find them.

Till the end of time, Voph would hunt them. Before he was the leader of a planet. Before he was an admiral. Before the wars, before the chaos. Before the Sith.

He was a hunter.

Voph's steps quickened to a run, and as he rushed past Tallara, he drew the Force upon himself, and vanished from sight. Voph pulled his empty hand up to guard his face. And once again, the Force surrounded Voph, as his footsteps fell faster and faster. Then, as he met his mark, The Force surged forward as Voph revealed himself, transferring the full brunt of his kinetic energy forward into a blast of Force Energy that sought to engulf both hunters. Then, with hardly a second's hesitation, He begun to turn, slowing his perception of the world around him to match that of the distortion bubble he now found himself in. One saber swung high, the other low. And as he moved, the Force came once again to his beck and call, surging from his hands down the violet blades.

Voph assumed that the hunters had lightsaber resistant armor. It was only smart. Yet even with the unparalleled cutting power offered by his own blades, he was taking no chances. So the blade was aimed towards the neck of Cassus Akovin . It was a joint, and thus weaker. And even if it did not sever the head completely, the Lightsabers would discharge a titanic amount of lightning into the individual they struck. The other saber flew towards the torso of Arwen Hadd , seeking to slice him in two below the chest. As his movements slowed, so too did Voph's perception of time. Should the Hunters be lucky enough to withstand the wave of energy that would have sent them into the nearest solid surface with enough momentum to shatter bone, they now stood within arms reach of a pair of deadly beams, lightning arcing and spewing from both.

Voph was on the hunt.

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Actions Taken:

Cassus Akovin and Arwen Hadd are marked in the Force, making them incredibly easy to locate via the Force, no matter the distance.
Voph charged towards Cassus and Arwen under the effects of Force Stealth, emerging from Stealth to unleash a Force Push against Cassus and Arwen.
Voph has used the Force to augment his perception of time to match that of the ALE Field Generator.
Voph charges his lightsabers with Force Lightning, which will discharge upon contact with an organic being.
Voph swings towards the neck of Cassus Akovin seeking to decapitate him.
Voph swings towards the Torso of Arwen Hadd seeking to cut him in half.

 

[Alluria Ivalice]

Location: Golbah City, Geonosis - Royal Sector
Equipment: Armor, x2 Lightsabers
Mental State: Angered
Knights Obsidian: Alkor Centaris , Lunara Azure , Srina Talon , Gerwald Lechner , Kyyrk
Hunters: Arwen Hadd , Be'iqaronn , Cassus Akovin , Aloy Vizsla , Kovhorn
Tags: Credius Nargath , Adron Malvern , Malok , Lyla Quinn , Xazzex Xivar , Caesar Kenway , Kyber , Valencia Hadley

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As BX's arrived to secure the area, Alluria left the scene to them as explosions echoed in the distance. Her head shook as pieces came together in her mind. The path taken by those who were here lead away from the Capital and though they were causing damage and casualties, it was all a simple ploy. Stepping away, and now empowered by the Battle Meditation from Lunara Azure , she opened herself to the power she held, preparing a Spell of Detection. Though she was not as strong in the ways of the Dathomiri as others, she had learned much in her time among the Mandragora. Any who sought to hide among the populace would become known to her unless they had a way to hide themselves from such a spell. As she focused upon the spell, her attention turned to one of the droids. "They deemed this sector a target and as such would have brought a ship here. Deploy teams to find it. If they are bold enough to strike again, it will be their undoing. Task others with taking the wounded to proper facilities. Go!"

The Force granted her knowledge of injured located near the explosions which led away. Sprinting through the streets, the arrived at the scene in moments and found all of this to be one big annoyance. The hilt belonging to one of her sabers sprang into her palm. Through her comms, she was certain that the situation with the Viceroyals would be handled. The presence of those who would harm the people here, however, was her own matter. Given the timespan following the attacks, she knew that the one responsible couldn't have gotten far. She wouldn't call out to the citizens, nor any who may hide among them. The Force would be her guide. "Sisters, ancestors, aid my search for the misguided souls who bring death upon this world.."

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Wearing: Royal Red Armor
Location: Citadel, Geonosis
Equipment: Claws, Nightmother's Ward Lightsaber, Healing Salves
Allies: Tallara | Malok | Tsian Denira | Adron Malvern | Antoin Garrick | Valencia Hadley | Alkor Centaris | Lunara Azure | Alluria Ivalice | GL3AM | Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner | Credius Nargath | Kyber | Xazzex Xivar
Enemies: Cassus Akovin | Arwen Hadd | Kovhorn | Aloy Vizsla | Joran Del-Finn | Be'iqaronn | Hacks | Soloman Priest
Undecided: Koda Fett

Her finger jabbed down a hallway for half of those that had followed to sweep down the other side of the chamber where the Viceroyals and the enemy had conveniently assembled. With both the Battle Meditation and Voph's Force beacons it was quite clear to the Nightmother where the two infiltrators stood in that moment. Nevertheless, they had somehow gotten this far. It would be a mistake to assume they were all accounted for.

Green mist began to spiral around Vytal's limbs as she drew near the Chamber. There was still a short way to go until she came upon the same door Voph had used to set himself upon the enemy. While his summon had been urgent, the Battle Meditation made her aware of how many pieces and what caliber of pieces were on the board -- to use an offworlder expression. Confirmation that a number of Command personnel were present along with Voph and Tallara -- capable Knights in their own rights -- hardly demanded the Nightmother race down the corridors.

If anything, the Chamber was well in hand. What she would do was ensure if by some miracle the intruders escaped that they would have yet another obstacle between them and freedom. Namely the power of the Netherrealm, the spirits of Ryloth, and the fathomless ire of a Nightsister fed up with outsiders thinking they controlled anything to do with the Confederacy -- and by extension the Mandragora.

"Sisters, Spirits, Lost Souls of the Damned," Vytal droned, "let us punish those that seek to claim what is rightfully ours. If not by right, then by possession." If mercenaries sought to avail themselves of the Law of Those with Means, then she would gladly fight fire with fire. "Go. Announce the Angel of Death and Harbinger of Doom draws near."

Green smoke shot across the ground nearly faster than the eye could track. The trail swept into the Chamber and the forms and figures of three spirits manifested themselves after they passed the threshold. Their eyes set on the duo ( Cassus Akovin and Arwen Hadd ) that sought to claim Val's hand. Decrepit mouths opened and a shrill cry from beyond the Veil hailed the spirits' arrival. Should one elude Voph's blade and pull away the spirits would set upon them as a pack of rabid dogs -- essences intended to harass, distract, and instill an unholy terror in their victims. Slaughter was not their aim, but that of the monster that had conjured them.

 

[Arwen Hadd]

Location: Geonosis, Golbah City
Mission: Courier Duty oh god oh no we gotta get outta here how did i get roped into this oh god
Allies: Aloy Vizsla Cassus Akovin Joran Del-Finn Kovhorn Be'iqaronn
Politicians: Adron Malvern Custani Valcho Malok Credius Nargath Lyla Quinn Xazzex Xivar Caesar Kenway Valencia Hadley Kyber Tsian Denira

This. This was not a good day. Why did he even sign up for this, he is clearly out of his league. Forget the target and forget the money, the real hope is getting out of this alive, with no missing limbs, and not being strapped in some torture chamber. Speaking of missing limbs, he had just nearly gotten some. Right now the only thing keeping him going was adrenaline and pure flight instincts. He barely had a second to react when he saw Kyyrk appear from nowhere. He was pushed off his feet, and then a lightsaber was flung at him, which he had barely a second to roll away from, leaving a nasty gash into his stomach and painful electricity flowing through him. Pair that with the horrific spirit looking things showing up, he decided it was time to get out of this joint.

So he did just that, he quickly stood up from his rolling and hurled himself out a window. In hindsight, it wasn't a good idea. But as he went falling down, he figured the best he could do was aim for a bush.

A bush later, with several thorns and bits of glass in him, he barely got to his feet, dragging himself along, and clutching at his stomach. Who knows, maybe they had bigger fish to fry then chase after him. Either way, he really didn't wan't to find out, and hobbled along as fast as he could, though it felt like a snails pace given the situation. He hobbled along, clutching to his blaster, though he had the horrible feeling it wouldn't help him. For now, all he could do is groan in pain from the cracked ribs and giant gashes on his body and try and get out of this city as fast as possible, or at least find some place to lay low.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The taller man bumped purposefully into Alkor as he rushed toward the lifts. Alkor braced for the impact he barely saw coming and expelled a loud grunt, but maintained his stride. He recalled the way Taramaz Laurs felt in the Force, if not the way the man looked. His mind was barely able to register where he was as it strained to hone in on the point where the destruction occurred.

All he had felt was chaos, pain, and death. It could have been as immense as an orbital strike or as subtle as a fatal blaster wound. It was sloppy, and it was unrehearsed. The dark side of the Force writhed anxiously around the moment- the intention to kill was present, but it was hardly directed.

That was how Alkor understood what he felt.

As a killer, Alkor knew what it felt like to want to take a life. There was a dramatic difference between that and simply performing the act. Whoever it was had no investment in the art. It was a sloppy, bloated brush against rough canvas. The colors bled together and made muck rather than beauty.

The lives ended did so without relevance, without meaning.

There was no respect in it.

At that, Alkor felt his rage ignite. "Attackers," he breathlessly called to the lumbering man as he reached the lifts. The lockdown protocols flashed across the display and told him that all transportation in the city was iced. Alkor keyed in his access code and overrode the lockout.

He didn't wait for the other man to board. Alkor simply assumed that Taramaz followed, and as he prompted the repulsorlift toward the destination, it shot into motion.

When he was airborne, Alkor could see the flames rising.

Heading for: Be'iqaronn , Kovhorn , others

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Location: An absolute shethole

Mission: Protect Hacks , conquer a primaeval fear of technology, don't break anything

Equipment: The big shoot, the big stab and the big protect.
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This was a foreign world, cluttered, noisy and confusing.

Not to say that Sam Rodarch was technologically inept but, well, she was. We're not going to beat around the bush here, let's be frank and honest about the fact that the Mandalorian was completely baffled by slicer's realm. What the kark is this? What the kriff is that? A small mercy, perhaps that her standoffish demeanour kept such questions relegated as mere thoughts and not spoken aloud.

It was fine, she didn't need to know.

“Kriffing hell.”

There was only moderate horror as Sam witnessed some kind of technology-based coma occur before her very eyes. It was a horrifying look. What did it feel like? Did it hurt? Is she drooling? Yet more questions locked away to be forgotten about later.

“Kriffing hell!”

Then the droids began to move, a startling enterprise for those not in the know. There was a feeling of foolishness at being spooked by something that was likely second nature to Hacks but in this brand new life venture, it seemed like every little thing made her look like an idiot.

Just another thing to get used to.

Okay, it was time to stop gawking, no matter how weird or alien it all seemed there was an actual task at hand. Well, possibly a task at hand. All Rodarch had to do was keep Hacks safe. Simple as. Even simpler if nobody came a-knocking, which of course was the ideal.

Though she was getting a real hankering for a spot of good old-fashioned violence...

Maybe because it was familiar in the face of the unknown. Maybe because it would distract from the desire for basement amphetamines. Or maybe because Samantha Rodarch was a thoroughly unpleasant human being that just wanted to hurt things.

Best not to think about it, really.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

GOLBAH CITY MILITARY HOSPITAL
BEFORE THE ATTACK
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It had been a while, but after several long monotonous weeks Kiff had recovered from the poisonous attack on his life. Day after day had been spent in a hospital bed, staring out the window in hope for some sort of excitement. Unfortunately, whomever he had prayed to had not answered, and those weeks had instead gone by without any sort of thrill. But after long last, it had been announced that he was to finally be discharged and allowed to leave from the hospital. After long last, he would be able to return to his duties as a High Marshal and his headquarters on Fondor. At long last, he was free from his confinement within the military hospital.

A medical personnel droid escorted Kiff as he walked out of the hospital onto the transport receiving platform, letting the cool Geonosis night air embrace him as it brushed through his hair and freshly-pressed uniform. It felt good to breathe air that hadn't gone through a chamber recycler, and he took a moment to take it in. The noise, the sights, the smells. It was ironic, almost, how a few weeks of confinement had turned Kiff into a sentimental man. At the very least, he reasoned that it would shake off after a while in the field. As he and the droid came to the edge of the platform, he found a reinforced speeder awaiting him along with two more security droids standing at attention. Kiff nodded to them, a polite but futile gesture towards two non-organics. He turned to the medical droid who held a datapad with a list of information in hand. "A shipment of iodine tablets is en route to Bassadro Sector Command. You will need to ingest two tablets daily to fully rebuild your immune system. You are also forbidden from any strong alcoholic drink or fermented foods until medical personnel advises otherwise," the droid reported in a monotone voice.

Kiff sighed. Even outside of the hospital, there were still people (or things) trying to tell him how to live his life. Accepting that resisting would be futile, he nodded and placed a hand on his hip. "Is that all, or can I leave?" he said as he nodded towards the speeder.

"This speeder will deliver you to the Citadel, where I am informed a naval transport to Fondor is waiting. Unless there are any other questions, that is the end of my report, High Marshal Brayde," the droid stated.

Kiff nodded, gave a shrug and a smile as he took one last look at the military hospital. "You have my thanks, at the very least, for responding so quickly to the attack. I don't want to think what would've happened if-"

BOOM.

The explosion echoed through the city. Even after weeks out of action, the sound instantly kicked in all of Kiff's military training and experience. He jerked his head to see a plume of smoke stream from a small dot as it fell through the sky into the cityscape below. Even with all this distance in between them, Kiff could hear screams erupt. Another explosion followed, and more after it. It was like a scene out of a holodrama, and even though Kiff knew it was real he found himself pinching his wrist to make sure this wasn't some hallucination. But despite his hardest physical effort, he still found himself very much in reality. And so after nearly a month of hibernation, his officer side kicked in.

Kiff's hand went to his pocket, where he conveniently found his military transponder -- at the very least those medical droids knew how to keep someone's possessions in the right place. He flicked it open, waiting a second for a secure connection to be established between him and Defense Force Command, before radioing in to the Defense Force Command compound in the Royal Sector of the city. "DFCOM, this is High Marshal Kiff Brayde. What on the seven moons of Malastare is going on right now?"

"High Marshal Brayde this is DFCOM. We have several reports of explosions throughout the cityscape, and a Knight Obsidian has just declared the city under attack. The entire planet is under lockdown," a male voice replied through a heavy amount of static. "The Grid has taken several hits, and we are working to keep communications online. Naval Intelligence is also reporting slicing attempts on our networks, but the firewall has held them off so far."

Kiff silently swore. A couple of explosions was one thing; damaging, but containable. But this seemed to be a full out attack on Golbah City, the Capital of the Confederacy now a veritable warzone. He could fill an anger building up inside of him, an anger that he had never felt in the battlefield before. Were these the terrorists who'd targeted him weeks ago with a cowardly poison attack? Gritting his teeth to prevent his emotions from interfering with his thought process, he spoke into the comm. "What about the chain of command? Where is High Marshal Akaran?"

"His transponder is not responding sir, it may be that he is jammed. As of now, you are the highest-ranking member in the Defense Force present. We're still trying to contact the Viceroy or Exarchs," came the staticky response. As they spoke, another explosion illuminated the rapidly descending Geonosis night, this time coming from the direction of Golbah City's power generators. The Grid. The source of all of Golbah city's power. If that was hit hard, Kiff realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that would shut down the entire city. Already he could see entire sections of the massive Hub sector blacking out, and with it the screams only intensified.

Kiff took another opportunity to utter a few choice curse words, muting his commlink as he did so. Keying it back on, his face settled into hard stone as he began to muster of a plan. "Alright, okay. DFCOM, I need a military transport and a droid commando squad sent . I want whatever forces, and all forces at our disposal, deployed to Golbah city. Lock down the sector street by street, building by building if you have to, but we need to ensure civilian safety. Issue a public announcement grounding all aircraft, and I want to see the sky filled with troop transports and fighters."

Kiff began absentmindedly tapping his foot against the metal of the landing pad, a byproduct of the worm of anxiety that was now wiggling in his throat. "I need a combat jacket and several bacta patches, immediately," he said aside to the medical droid that was still standing next to him, stiffly at attention. It nodded its chrome head dutifully before wordlessly turning and striding back towards the hospital. A massive roar of a backup generator filled the night sky around him, which reminded Kiff of the Grid. "I forgot -- I want all essential buildings and anything else moved to backup generators immediately. The Grid is compromised, and we can't have our defenses shutting down on us. Send three battalions of droids and a crew of technicians there immediately. We need to get power in the city back on," he said as he raised his commlink to his lips once more. "Send another battalion trio and a squadron of fighters to the Citadel. I don't want anyone, and I mean anyone, escaping this."

"Roger that, High Marshal. Forces are on there way. What are your orders on engagement with enemy combatants?"

Kiff's face darkened as he spoke, the yellow lights of his comm-link illuminating his otherwise darkened face in a sinister manner. "They are murdering citizens of the Confederacy. Capture them if you can, terminate them if you must," he said before signing off of the comm and drawing his BAW-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol. Right then, the medical droid reappeared with the items that he'd requested - the coat and medical supplies. He strapped the bacta packs onto his belt as he turned to the medical droid. "I want all medical facilities throughout the city immediately prepped to receive civilian and military victims. I also need you to send a full medical response team to each identified target zone to deal with the fallout. You will have a military escort, and your primary objective is to save as many lives as possible." The droid nodded again, moving to turn back to the hospital when a low humming noise filled the air. Looking up, Kiff could see a military transport descending above the platform, and as he looked back at the droid he saw that it had hurriedly made its way to the entrance of the hospital to stay out of the transports way.

The transport landed between Kiff and the hospital, and side doors opened to reveal the BX-series Command Droids that he'd requisitioned. Their leader, which Kiff could tell was a captain by the painted stripes on its chest, stepped off to salute. "DFCOM intelligence is reporting several non-military drones in airspace over the Royal Sector, and they seemed to be linked to a connection source within the Sprawl. Your orders, High Marshal?"

Kiff gave a dark, grim smile, nodding in emphasis towards his blaster pistol as he stepped on the transport and shrugged on the blast-resistant flight jacket he'd been handed by the medical droid. "Shoot down those drones, and run additional scans throughout the entire sector. Meanwhile, set our destination for the Sprawl. It looks like we have our first target."

Kovhorn | Aloy Vizsla | Cassus Akovin | Arwen Hadd | Hacks ​