We take from the rich...[Open/Resistance]

[Kira Jax]

Part of her had hoped that this would go peacefully. Part of her had hoped that this would end with no death, no violence. She didn't like killing, even a little. Since her promotion to captain of Black Squadron, Kira had killed more people than she would have liked. Had they had it coming? Maybe. She'd seen what the Empire had done to Thyferra, and she'd had more than a few friends turned into space dust because of someone at the controls of a TIE fighter. She'd remember then until the day she died.

But these weren't Imperials. These were just people, trying to make a living. She was reminded of the woman she had met aboard the Resistance flagship, Auri Vesta. Just a cargo captain trying to help. Maybe these people weren't trying to help anyone but themselves, but did it matter? They were all trying to help themselves, in the end. This didn't sit right with her, any of it. But she had a job to do, and orders were orders. She would do what she had to do, and suffer for it in her sleep, after it was all said and done.

"May whatever gods are out there have mercy on our souls." Her voice was quiet, off of comms. Her squadron didn't need to know her doubts. She was a commanding officer, now. She couldn't afford to look anything less than absolutely in control and confident.

The break from formation was acceptable, and Black One acknowledged with a bland word or two. She had her own worries, now. Mainly that there was a swarm of fighters approaching them. She closed her eyes briefly, sending a quick prayer to whatever deities were listening that whatever deaths she caused were swift and painless.

"Black Squadron, fire at will."

Her X-Wing's blasters glowed as they spat red plasma at the approaching mercenaries. She led the way, barreling out of collisions, diving, moving. She did her best to aim for engines, disabling. She counted two disabled, floating in space. She marked them for extraction after everything was said and done. But she wasn't as lucky as she could have wished. Three exploded entirely, killing the occupant. Dammit. She grit her teeth. Three more deaths on her hands.

[member="Chaff"], [member="Angel"], [member="Synthia Fellstarr"], [member="Callum Rioux"], [member="Jared Starchaser"], [member="Ganio Vynte"],

 

[Connor Harrison]

Counting down her in head as the coordinates for Cantonica came up, Danni pulled back on the hyperspace lever and the stars melted back around her as the Red Sparrow came out above the planet and saw a pocket of fighters already engaged in battle.

The coastal city of Canto Bight on the desert world shone like a star on the rather plain planet. The dogfights also caught her eye and she gunned the former police gunship towards them.

"This is Danni Arden, here helping for the Resistance," she said – was she a full member so soon or was this some initiation maybe? "I’ve got enough power to pick off these enemy craft but if you want a ship to get things off the planet, I’m your girl. Where do you need me?"

She just clicked off before a TIE turned on her and shot a barrage of lasers at the Sparrow. With a roll right and left and a squeeze of the forward blasters below the cockpit, the TIE split in two and the fire spewed out as the Sparrow shot through the debris and engaged in the attack.

[member="Kira Jax"] | [member="Angel"] | [member="Synthia Fellstarr"] | [member="Callum Rioux"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Ganio Vynte"] | [member="Chaff"]

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared shook his head. He could fly this. But the fact was, he was just a lot slower, and not able to dance the ship as well as he could with a Clawcraft or Exalt. “Hang tight, Groz.” Jared muttered on the comms as he jammed the accelerator forward.

“Just keep them off our back Angel, we’ll take care of the guns.” Jared grinned. Now it was starting to feel like he should be here. Shields were going to full as he tucked himself in behind Black Squadron’s second member.

“Open fire, Groz.” Yeah, lets not call him Wook.

[member="Chaff"]
[member="Ganio Vynte"]
[member="Callum Rioux"]
[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
[member="Kensic Varais"]
[member="Angel"]
[member="Grozkalla"]

 

[Erendiz Kahn]

Assault Transport Alpha​

Task Force Tempest (to be)​

"BREACHING STATIONS!" Master Chief Petty Officer Erendiz Kahn, screamed over the noise of charging shield penetrators, the roar of sublight engines and the near misses - and impacts - of snubfighter fire. She didn't even flinch as one of Black Squadron flew past the cumbersome, bulky assault and boarding transport with spare inches to spare, the mutual scream of engine interference raising hackles down the spine of everyone aboard.

How on earth did I let someone talk me into this? She mused as she swung forward and nodded to the solider - the kid, really - one of the recruits pulled off a burnt world, couldn't be more than twenty standard - who was manning the breaching console.

"Arm charges." She said more quietly as the background chatter from the pilot informed her the transport was likely to survive this insane 'wealth redistribution' run. "Ripple sequence, set for one meter penetration, it's only a civvie freighter, don't make a hole so big we have fly in."

"Yes Master Chief."

Chit. I've become the old lady again. She checked the blaster rifle at her side, cycling the power cell and gas cannisters with the smooth efficiency of long practice. Her left hand shook, but no one could see it here and she knew damn well the fear in her gut was echoed ten, twenty times across the troopers in the room. Not the best the galaxy had, not the bravest, certainly not the smartest. But the ones willing to stand up when it counted. And... prosaically, the ones they had to spare.

"Blasters to stun, dammit. If I hear one live fire, I will roast your hide! Brace for contact! Eyes and ears, people!" Dizzy kept her mouth open, easing into the yawn of the explosion that would herald death or contact any second now. Just gotta get them through these last, few seconds.

 

[Ganio Vynte]

Ganio hadn't even seen the second group of fighters, a pair of uglies, peel off to come after him. They might well have had time to line him up and unleash hell if he'd been unsupported. But Black Squadron had his back. The supply officer only became aware of the pursuit craft when one drifted right past him, disabled, and the other exploded in a ball of fire. "Thanks, Black Four," he commed, wiping sweat out of his eyes. He was going to need to work on his peripheral awareness if he wanted to live through many more of these battles.

All hell broke loose in earnest as Jax gave her orders, and what had seemed to Ganio like a full-on fight erupted into a true inferno. Mercenary craft tumbled past, end over end, as their sublight engines sputtered out. Explosions lit up the depths of space. Streaks of red and green drifted ship to ship in a deadly game of tag. It had a terrible beauty to it, like a painting made of blood and razor wire, but Ganio didn't stop to appreciate it. He focused his full attention on getting himself and the boarders through the maelstrom in one piece.

If he failed, and they came away empty handed, all of the lives they'd had to take here today would be for nothing.

At that moment, the Red Sparrow jumped into the system, moving immediately to engage the fighters. "Copy that, Sparrow," Ganio replied, twisting the Dream through another wild evasive maneuver. "None of this matters if that transport gets away. If you've got firepower to spare, see if you can cripple their engines. Assault Transport Alpha is inbound, and so am I. We'll start boarding operations as soon as we've got a clear path, but it'll be easier against a stationary target." Ganio paused. As a supply officer, he wasn't sure whether he could give orders or not.

It was really more of a suggestion, anyway. What did he know about space battles? He was just spouting off what he thought made sense.

[member="Erendiz Kahn"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Danni Arden"] | [member="Kira Jax"] | [member="Chaff"] | [member="Callum Rioux"] | [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Kensic Varais"] | [member="Angel"] | [member="Grozkalla"] | [member="Synthia Fellstarr"]

 

[Synthia Fellstarr]

Synthia pushed on her controls and shot up in a sharp ascension when Black Squadron and the escort mercenary fighter formation locked horns. A few had dared to follow her up. Suppressed up against her cockpit seat by the g-forces, Synthia turned her head to the side to spot the two escort fighters that were leading the group. She licked her lips and jerked her controls to a sharp right. The X-90 X-Wing took an immediate swerve right and now flew back down parallel to the ascending escort fighters. Synthia zoomed right past them, leaving them to the dark void above. Some of the escort pilots could just about make out the twin-tail comet of Dantooine on her X-wing's nose.

Black Three now dove right into the mess below. Synthia pressed on the fire-controls and let out a barrage of red blaster fire adding to the chaos. Two escort fighter light up into fireballs that engulfed Synthia's dive as she spat out the otherside. Heading down she levelled out and pressed the attack behind another set of escort fighters. Screech, her BB-K8 droid, beeped and hooted an ID into existence over the cockpit's forward display. "I see her." Synthia said. Their Black Leader, [member="Kira Jax"] had dived deep and was tailing fighters. Synthia watched as she caught up. Kira's shots were precise, too precise for Synthia. They were gentle and didn't hit right into the kill-spots. Synthia flew down to where Kira was, firing an arc of red over her fighter striking the escort fighter in front of Kira right in the cockpit ripping into two before it blew up.

She levelled once more right on Kira's six. "You're playing too nice, Leader." Synthia chided. "You see the kill take it. There are too many as it is." Synthia moved her flight controls and her X-90 flew right beside Kira's X-wing. Through her cockpit she gave Kira thumbs up before thrusting it down in a violent jerk. Then her X-90 dove abruptly and descended on escort fighters that were trying to fly past them.

"They came to kill. Let's show them we are faster on the up take." Synthia called out once more, this time to her whole squadron.

[member="Erendiz Kahn"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Danni Arden"] | [member="Chaff"] | [member="Callum Rioux"] | [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Kensic Varais"] | [member="Angel"] | [member="Grozkalla"] |

 

[Zair Xanatos]

Feeling the jerk and turns of the ship Michelle could tell that the space battle had begun, her blue eyes glance out at the viewports the flashes of red and ships twisting and turning by them confirm that the battle was on. Another sudden jerk for the ship followed by a sudden spin force Michelle to close her eyes. She knew how to fly a ship she wasn't an expert at it just ok enough to probably be ok in a light battle was she use to flying in space? Yes... was she uses to all the twist, turns that will make your stomach lurch? Sith no! In all honesty, she probably needed to get use to it but she rather be on the ground fighting with a blaster.

If her father was alive he would probably try to negotiate for peace and if he found she was here most likely giving her an ear full after all he was a pacifist.. and this? Well, it was way past being a pacifist they could get. Another spin of the ship cause her to groan good thing she didn't have anything to eat or it would have come back to haunt her right here and now. Despite the noise, she could hear tempest leader call to the troops giving them orders to set their blaster to stun, Michelle took a deep breath trying to calm her turning stomach and begin to check her weapon making sure to set it to stun.

She looked around at the others most looked like they were ready others like herself were nerves, she didn't blame them for a lot of them it was their first mission. Would they make it or would they fall victim to a stray blaster bolt? No one wanted that neither did she. Shaking her head she needed to keep her mind clear from that and keep fouse on the mission at hand. They had to believe that they will make it as long as they have each other back and keep an eye out they can make it. After all, the force was with them or at least that's what they keep saying.

 

[Erendiz Kahn]

Assault Transport Alpha​

Task Force Tempest (to be)​

"Black leader this is Assault lead." I am not calling myself Tempest leader on day... whatever this is. "Contact, contact, contact."

Then the assault shuttle made contact with the outer hull of the freighter. Thrusters went to emergency power to hold it stationary as clamps slammed out, then the incredibly young solider triggered the explosives.

There's no experience quite like being in a tiny bubble of air and durasteel when someone sets of a ripple charge of high powered cutting explosives just a few feet from you. No matter how much insulation they put in, no matter how armoured the inner airlock door. Nothing can stop the shockwave racing through metal and air like the prolonged wrath of some alien Goddess.

"EIGHT!" Dizzy screamed at [member="Michelle Peacecraft"]. "Up and in, hold the cargo bay, right side."

She was already moving next to her new teammate, ahead of the other soldiers as the inner doors slammed open to reveal the neatly cut hole into the freighter's cargo bay, which was stacked high with unmarked boxes. Please don't let them be smuggling stimm. Dizzy thought. Food and weapons. Food and weapons. Preferably luxury food.

She moved left with her half of the squad, relying on Tempest Eight to take her half of the green kids to the right. No resistance yet, but that wasn't unexpected.

Erendiz Kahn | Jared Starchaser | Danni Arden | Chaff | Callum Rioux | Iturizu Yuvie | Kensic Varais | Angel | Grozkalla | [member="Michelle Peacecraft"]

 

[Darth Xhegriss]

Planet: Cantonica

City: Canto Bight

Tea House

The Sith Lord would sip calmly out of a small Tea Cup, savoring the flavor of the delicious Tea and hypnotizing aroma. Letting out a quiet sigh before setting the cup down onto the decorative saucer on her table. "Delicious...it is true what they say Zsjhira tea truly is the sweetest." She said to herself taking a small piece of Air Cake from the table and proceeding to take a small bite out of it once again savoring it's flavor. "Yes and this Corellian cake goes perfectly with it, wouldn't you agree?" She said looking over at one of her servants a Twi'lek male who stood next to the Sith Lord silent most of the time but would give the Lord a subtle nod. Truly his soul and personality have long since been lost as he showed little emotion, but to the Sith Lord an obedient servant who stayed quiet was the best one to have. For a moment the Sith Lord would take in the sights of the Tea House, the Golden walls and furniture shined brightly against the lights that illuminated the room the subtle calming music that filled the rooms and halls outside. It was quite refreshing sight to see as she had grown jaded of looking at the cold black walls and red sands of Korriban this is exactly what the Sith Lord needed after a long week of working tirelessly to keep the Sith Empire from burning to the ground.

However before she could take another sip of her tea, suddenly the woman would feel a sudden disturbance in the force. She would then look up at the ceiling of the Tea House looking at seemingly nothing to anyone else around, but no one dare question the Sith Lord. "It seems...that a few pests are trying to disrupt my tranquility...what an annoyance..." She said getting up from her cozy chair the Servant beside her immediately going over to wipe any crumbs off of her long black dress that went all the way to the ground. Before the pair would take off the Servant following his master behind as they made their way through the Gambling hall the sudden noise of patrons screaming and the upbeat music began to ring her ears making her even more irritated. And much more impatient to dealing with the currently fight Resistance fighters in space.

 

[Zair Xanatos]

Already out of her seat Michelle was brought her balster the ready, out of the corner of her eyes she could see some of the other new recruits doing the same. She could tell that they were nerves maybe even a few were scared she had to admit that she was too but this wasn't the time to let fear take over if she did someone could die and that wasn't an option.

Shockwave of the cutting explosive was a tall tell sign of that whoever was in charge of cutting through to the other ship was finish, it didn't help that she felt the group she was with all most lung forward in anticipation of wanting to go through to begin there mission..or was it because they were so nerves that they wanted to get the mission over with.

Michelle began to move forward covering Tempest Commander. She heard Chief call her call sign giving Michelle command to go up and take the right side of the cargo hold, without hesitation Michelle made her way to the right side and begin to follow her commander into the cargo hold. The small group followed her into the cargo hold as they begin there search.

It seems to be a maze of unmarked boxes one after the other what was in them? Right now it didn't matter they had to clear the cargo bay then the ship before they could figure that out. "It's quite." she could hear one of the troopers comment behind her "Stay focuse and keep quiet." Michelle turn the corner all she could see was darkness then movement caught her eye, signaling to the troops to lay low she turn on com "Chief, think we may have movment up ahead."

[member="Erendiz Kahn"], [member="Erendiz Kahn"], [member="Grozkalla"], [member="Angel"], [member="Kensic Varais"], [member="Iturizu Yuvie"], [member="Callum Rioux"], [member="Chaff"], [member="Danni Arden"], [member="Jared Starchaser"]