We Take No Prisoners - Galactic Alliance Dominion of Kiffex/Kiffu

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=5/20]​

Nubica rode in silence, very familiar from her short time in special forces with long periods during which nothing happened. She would have liked to make plans for their arrival, but her accomplice was silent, caught up in his own thoughts. She let him be and pondered the matter herself. Security around the Hutt’s palace was bound to be tight, and they had been unable to purchase the right IDs to get in. In a culture of fakes and lies, demonstrating appropriate authenticity was going to be difficult-unless they found a back entrance that wasn't watched from a dozen angles at once. Somehow, she didn't think it was going to be that easy.

The palace was as large as the neighbouring city. She was both intimidated and reassured by its sprawling vastness. It would be easier to hide behind those ornate walls, among the thousands of servants, penitents, and other enemies that converged wherever money concentrated. At the same time, there would be eyes everywhere. They couldn't afford to slip up once.

She paid their hopper driver and added a substantial tip. The driver was a slave, bound by chains to the vehicle he commanded. Many of the indigenous inhabitants were now on the very lowest rung of its opportunistic society.

The driver's permanently pained but placid expression didn't change as he pulled the hopper away from the palace forecourt and sped off.

"Now what?" she asked.

"We go in. "

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. "

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

BYOO - open to shenanigans

She certainly wasn't going to stand like a wall-flower in the corner of the room. She could feel [member="Darius"] close by. The Alliance people still gave the Starchaser wary looks. The teen didn't blame them. Last names couldn't solve everything.

Kins was determined to help...somehow.

Cocking her head, she heard screams in the distance. "A band of prisoners escaped and are holding a nearby village hostage! We don't have enough units to go help them now."

Too-blue eyes widened as her hand shot up in the air. "I'll go!"

"We'll figure it out. Just stay out of the way." She got a glare. Rude.

"Heyheyheyhey, I can do this. Just, come on." The teen was about to die of antsy-ness.

"You go and you're on your own, kid."

Blue-eyes narrowed. "I'm a gorram Starchaser. I can handle it." With her nose in the air, she kicked down on the gear shifted of the speeder bike and raced toward the village coordinates. She didn't look back either.

Would Uncle [member="Coren Starchaser"] be proud? Hopefully.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Black Mercury
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
4/20

The information conveyed by the Jedi Knight was intuitive enough. At least, all except the part about Xan. For the time being, Marcello couldn't focus on the machinations of Alliance leadership. However, he would have been lying if he said it didn't make him a bit uneasy. There was never a reason to keep such information from the Jedi. Then again - perhaps the information had in fact been conveyed to the Grand Marshal and he had merely elected to keep it to himself. There were many potential levels of secrecy and operational security was, of course, always a relevant concern.

Marcello had just...suffered too much for the sake of the secret's of others.

Once the assault shuttled docked with the Black Mercury, Marcello directed the troopers to strategic defensive positions in the event they needed to make a hasty retreat. As a four-man contingent set about a separate duty of securing the rest of the vessel, Marcello made his way with Knight Thanewulf to the Sith's location. When the Jedi Master's glacier-blue gaze fell upon the Sith Lord, Marcello clasped his hands behind his back. "What is this then? You could have surrendered yourself in the Sullust system and made things much easier on all parties. Presuming your intent is actually to surrender yourself to the Alliance."

Though Marcello's tone and body language were casual, he was very much aware of the current of the Force around him. As much as the darkness emanating from the Sith Lord threatened to cloud perceptions, reality, Marcello's own light broke through the murky expanse, working to push aside shadows that might yet hold danger for either danger.

For the time being, he didn't introduce Tionne. If she wished to be...anonymous, so be it. However, it would have to be a foolish Sith Lord indeed not to expect Tionne to be a Jedi herself. Would the Alliance send a random civilian along with a Jedi and troopers to negotiate with a Sith Lord? Probably not. A diplomat of note though? That was plausible...yet still immensely unlikely.

((OOC: Figured I'd move things along so Kentarch doesn't have to repeatedly post that he's sitting around waiting.))

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Kiffex | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: D - Handle Personal Business
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Post: [ 06/20 ]

Lilin didn't move. There was no use of that, especially when the man would fall into the hands of her grandfather in a matter of minutes anyway. So instead, she took a seat on the ground and slid her hand into her right pocket to take a small packet of medication. It was the one which she used to treat her left hand which had been examined by healers and which didn't seem to have any hope of being completely cured. Kind of sad, but not heartbreaking. If she had managed to live that way for her whole life, why wouldn't she managed to do that for the rest of her life.

She put the small drug into her mouth and grabbed for a bottle of water from her small backpack. The cold water was just what he needed at that moment. As a little treat to regain energy, she took an energy bar from her pocket and took a bite out of it.

What would she do now? The little adventure seemed to be done. She knew there were other members of the Galactic Alliance on the planet and everything, but she had no idea what they were doing. One way would have been to go home, but she didn't want to act like that while everybody else were working their bottoms off, trying to get the planet under their control.

She was clueless, aimless, out of ideas.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="The Revenant"] , [member="Khyon Drogo"] , Other hounds
Enemies: Prisoners
Posts: 1/20

It had not been long since she had joined the Galactic Alliance, and already she was up and about, fighting with her brothers and sisters of her new family. It was nice to have a family again after being alone for so long. Quinn was among the the soldiers that her own master, Jedi Masters Voidstalker and Revenant had brought as the Alliance armed response to the escaping rioting prisoners.

The padawan may not have earned herself a lightsaber yet, but to assume that she was powerless just because she lacked one would be a huge mistake. The Hounds aim was to subdue the prisoners with non-lethal force, and she came equipped like the rest of her comrades in-arms, with a stun baton and a fire-lance stun rifle. She had also brought along her durasteel quarterstaff as her non-lethal weapon of choice. Her skill with the weapon was uncanny and breaking bones and taking names was not an uncommon affair. The courtyard was starting to be a handful for the two masters as the prisoners got rowdier and rowdier by the minute.

Quinn watched as the Revenant tried his darnest to combat the increasingly hostile prisoners with timely telekinetic blasts. While the two masters continued working their magic on whatever it is they did so well, she continued to put to rest the rebellion in the courtyard, her quarterstaff twirling and spinning with wicked efficiency, slamming into outstretched limbs amidst cries of and yells of agony. As the prisoners clutched the struck limbs in pain, the stun baton came into play, putting the hapless rioters out of commission.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
[member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]
[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Khyon Drogo"]
[member="Quinn Byrne"]

"No word from inside but chatter and panic!" Jacen called to Gabe. "And we've got company!"

A stream of prisoners broke out from the wing, fanning out into the courtyard. The gates were swiftly closed, leaving those who had entered the prison to try and contain the outbreak.

Damn, he though as he Padawan stepped up. She can swing that thing. Jacen was deciding whether to jump down and join the melee or use his stun rifle when he felt a sudden tremor through the Force.

The distinctive snap-hiss indicated that his body had reacted to that warning before he could even consciously process the apparent danger. However his warning was slightly misplaced. The bolt that lanced down across the air towards the roof of the guard house was intended for Gabriel.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

[member="Bishop Janson"]

"Who was the idiot that gave these people weapons?!"
A blaster bolt ripped through the duracrete wall he was hiding behind, sending debris flying into the room. Mordecai cursed and rounded the corner firing several blue stun bolts into the hall. Communication was difficult with the GA. Technically they weren't on their com list so hacking into their frequency was taking longer than he would have hoped. He could however connect to Blue team who were on the other side of the prison.

"Janson, you got eyes on the GA yet?" He heard blaster fire over the com and awaited his answer.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

BYOO - Shenans

She cut the speeder as she heard screams from the village. She had a blaster rifle and Sage's lightsaber. Needed to get a new lightsaber one of these days....

Whatevs.

Scurrying up the rise, she peaked over the lip of the hill down into the village. Starchaser blue eyes narrowed. She could see five armed prisoners and some scared villagers. There might be more armed guys around. Reaching for the force, she found a mixture of dark and lightside energies. Plunging into the mixing stream, she stretched her mind forward like Sage taught her...somewhat, into the minds of the armed prisoners she could see. Heart pounded in her chest as she cast one, very strong thought into their minds.

RUN.

A twig snapped behind her but she continued to push her concentration outward, directed at the men. Like puppets, they began to retreat from the terrified villagers. A sudden, rough kick to her side snapped her out of her concentration. A whimper of pain left her lips as she rolled over, narrowly missing a boot to her face.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Khyon Drogo"], [member="Quinn Byrne"],other Hounds
Enemies: Prisoners, [member="Vittras Zerga"] (for now)
Post: 5/20

"No word?!" Of course not, he muttered through clenched teeth as he nodded with a furrowed brow. They did have more company, the likes of which was being combated by some woman. Her force presence, lack of lightsaber, had the air of a budding padawan. But she was going ham. He scrunched his eyes of the view, putting his hand over his eyes to block out the sun. Catching a glimpse of a sparkle in the distance, a flare off lens or metal, he didn't have time to react before the bolt hit him square in the chest, knocking him against the roof as he clutched the armor.

Coughing, he rolled over and pulled himself to the hole hollowed out by Jacen. Landing on his back, he lifted himself up to the piercing gaze of the petrified guards. Gabriel tensed his jaw and let out a gasp as he pawed at his armor, feeling the gel beneath harden at the point of impact. But with the way his chest hurt from breathing, he suspected a bruise down to the bone at the very least. He was starting to wonder if he had a target on him, for all the hits he was taking as of late. He'd hate to get another scathing lecture from Ava regarding his wounds.

Kicking open the bottom hatch, he dropped to the prison courtyard with a jump downward. Grunting, he pressed the scorched marks against his chest as he ignited the lightsaber in hand and pointed, yelling to Jacen. "Kriff...sniper!" He yelled, punching through the haze of the interactions to open himself to the force. He was done playing games here, the Kiffar Hybrid focused his eyes back to that lens, hoping the shooter would see a determined man staring back.

 

[Bishop Janson]

Location: Stormvault
Objectives:A
Allies: Hound, other Shriek-hawks
[member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"]
Enemiesrisoners

Bishop Janson could almost taste the ambush. He and his team were making their way down the prisons halls and were greeted by no resistance. There were weapon lockers with no blasters and the whispers of rushing feet. It was almost like they went to the school of Holomovie Surprise Attacks. Janson shook his head in disgust as Blue Team stacked up to breach into what appeared to be the cafeteria.
Really? And you expect to find a woman with that sense of hu-

"GET'EM!"
As Blue team kicked down the door the prisoners opened fire, laying down a thick layer of blaster bolt. Blue team scrambled for cover, and returned fire with stun bolts. Janson picked his targets with an cool efficiency . As more and more prisoners crashed to the floor in convulsing heaps, the ambushers began to break and run. Just as he spun into cover to reload he recieved an inquiry from Red Team. "Janson, you got eyes on the GA yet?
"Negative, but they gotta be here somewhere", Bishop grunted "I'll finish my sweep through the prison and head to the courtyard. Those bastards are around here somewhere."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

BYOO - village outpost - save the village, get beat up. Are there good nose jobs on Kiffu/Kiffex?!?!?!? Does GA insurance cover that??????

The kick to her side made the Starchaser think about what the lesson was here. The fist to her face made the lesson clear. Don't run off on your own. Friendly smiles only solve about 53.7% of problems.

She grunted as blood spurted from her nostrils and spilled down her chin. A blast of untrained wind burst from the force energy curled in her palm. The prisoner she missed stumbled backwards. He was big and burly and had an angry-looking scar down the left side of his face.

There was another. A wiry man with sandy hair. He came in for another punch, his fist bloody from the last one. The teen swung the butt end of the blaster rifle into his face. A resounding crack of broken bone filled the surrounding woods along with a scream.

Her stomach churned.

Scar face charged for the teen as she teetered, off-balance.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 2 of 20
Objective: BYOO - Guard the Shuttle!
Location: Kiffu
Allies (Elsewhere): [member="Darius"]

Sixteen hundred hours. Perimeter check.

Interior inspection of the shuttle yielded negative results. Inventory check of the autochef checked out as being fully loaded with gorba melts, as was evidenced by the mess of some gooey cheese product and flecks of pastry that were plastered around the young Mandalorian's mouth. The boy was still shoveling the snack into his face as the loading ramp was lowered so that he could conduct the visual check of the shuttle's exterior. It was all part of the Republic protocols that had been instilled as part of the clone trooper's programming.

Check for parasites, such as mynocks chewing on the power cables. Or signs of sabotage or objects that were out of place. Or damage that might have been caused by atmospheric entry or exposure to the strong electro-magnetic fields.

Guarding the shuttle meant more than just sitting by the door. There was a lot of work to be done.

And paperwork. Under ordinary circumstances, in this clone's Grand Army of the Republic, there'd be a Form T-75 that would need to be filled out, and a J-2-9 checklist. And then there was the coversheet for the TPS report. Except, Darius hadn't given the boy any of those. He'd just told the youngling to stay with the shuttle.

How was Three supposed to be a soldier if there wasn't any paperwork? Didn't people understand how bureaucratic armies were? The training didn't happen if it wasn't documented, filed in triplicate, and on hand at HRC. That was just how it worked.

As the boy stooped low to check the landing struts, the sound of voices caught his attention.

Looking out, the boy spied a group of men walking in a big cluster. Like, almost in a prisoner escort formation, surrounding a pair of people who were in the middle of the pack.

In fact, it looked a lot like a prisoner escort formation. The guard in the rear was even using the point of his carbine to shove the two in the middle onward. And the voices didn't sound friendly.

Wiping his greasy palm off on the blue trousers, the boy used his sleeve as a napkin to clean his lower face. Crawling out from under the shuttle, the child watched the parade progress past him. And then hovered by the shuttle for a moment.

Darius had said to stay with the shuttle. A good clone trooper always obeyed the commands of his Jedi.

..except Three wasn't a clone trooper. He was a clone cadet. And no one said a clone cadet had to always obey the commands of his Jedi.

Okay, so that was a technicality. Clone cadets weren't assigned to Jedi because they were still in training. But, still, it was enough to rationalize that Three could follow these people and not, technically, violate his orders.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: The Black Mercury
Objective: ????
Allies: ????
Enemies: ????


Kentarch's gaze shifted as the shuttle attached itself to his ship. First several GA troopers stormed his ship. They would find nothing, Kentarch had long wiped the data-banks and his support crew were back in One Sith Territory. Then he was approached by [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] and [member="Marcello Matteo"], a tall glacier-blue eyed Jedi who spoke to him promptly. The Jedi questioned the nature of his surrender, the Sith Lord gad to restrained himself from chuckling. Then for a very long moment the Sith Lord said nothing. There really was no good time or place to hand himself over to Galactic Allaince, had he had gone to any planet it would have been regarded with suspicion. Especially Sullust and its shipyards.

Finally after another minute Kentarch stood from his seat. His right hand clasped his left wrist, and he pulled off the gauntlet that contained his hidden blade and tossed to the ground. Hesitant at first the sith reached down to his belt and gripped his lightsaber. He reached out to hand it to the Jedi. Then he spoke. "Do you accept my surrender?" His voice emotionless. The Sith's face was hidden in a shroud of darkness, but one could tell he was staring right back at the Jedi.

 

[Vittras Zerga]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Quinn Byrne"]
Post: 8/20

Vittras' upper lip curved into a menacing, lop-sided smile when the bolt hit its mark. Without the armor, it would've pierced his sternum and blasted his heart to bits. Usually, Zerga would aim for the head, but execution was not the main objective. The first shot was always a warning. The second one, on the other hand, intended real harm. The Kiffar concentrated once again, now focusing the beam of his scope right between Jedi's eyes. Just as his finger was ready to pull the trigger and send a jolt of energy right into this man's brain, the iconic weapon of Jedi sprung to life. A blaster of any sort was useless against a Force user, Vittras was taught that much. Most importantly, some Jedi were able to deflect the shot back to their opponent.

"Frell..." the dark-maned man cursed under his breath, before ramming another battery pack into the charger. He glanced through the scope once again, now seeing two Jedi waving their respective glowsticks. A change of plan was in order.

The Kiffar skimmed the perimeter once again, trying to find someone whom he could shoot and use as human shield, his ticket out of the Stormvault. Cerulean eyes widened at the sight of an auburn-haired woman wielding a quarterstaff and smacking the hell out of inmates. Conveniently enough, she was closer to him than she was to two Jedi. Without a moment's thought, Vittras leaned over the sniper once again, now aiming for woman's thigh. A fraction of a second later, the blast had incapacitated the target, leaving her at the mercy of inmates.

Zerga jumped from the ledge and onto the courtyard patio, rolling through the dirt to cushion the fall. He then rose to his feet and focused his gaze on the fallen woman. Upon picking up a blaster from a dead prison guard, Vittras started running toward her, shooting inmates like a lion fends off hyenas from the prey he caught. A dozen of scoundrels were killed before he finally reached her, grabbing her by the shoulder to make her stand up -

"On your feet." the tattoo-faced man commanded, blaster now pointed at her head.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

BYOO - save a village and don't get killed, hopefully; learn about GA health coverage

Adrenaline, the force, pumped through her muscular form. Mostly muscular form. She teetered to the right but Scarface still managed to get a handful of her shirtsleeve, whipping her around. Ankle twisted on a root and her back slammed into the leafy-ground. It only took seconds and he was on her. She caught a glimpse at the village below, just over his shoulder. The other prisoners were long gone and the villagers were starting to take over.

A plasma dagger snapped her attention back. Hands fumbled for the lightsaber hilt at her side. The blaster rifle lay a few feet away. His weight crushed into her hips and legs. Kins grunted, twisting her wrist to unwedge the hilt.

But it wasn't fast enough.

Scarface's dagger plunged into her right shoulder. A scream ripped through her throat as her thumb hit the activation switch to her lightsaber. The crackling red blade sprung to life, ripping through the man's gut. The teen closed her eyes. His form thudded next to her as she felt bile rise in the back of her throat.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

BYOO - save a village, get to a medtent

Shoulder smoked and burned from the plasma knife, the smell of her own burning flesh mixed with the prone form lying next to her was enough to push the bile the rest of the way. It was a wonder she could smell anything at all through the blood of her broken nose. Turning to the side, she promptly threw up.

She had never killed anyone with Sage before. She knew it was coming...if she stayed, and maybe that only added to the many reasons she left. Killing seemed to come easier even for her uncle, Coren, and it was disturbing. A shiver raked through her bruised, beaten, and sweat-soaked body. A twig snapped. Head groggily looked up.

The wiry-man watched her a few paces away, fear and anger in his eyes. A shudder ran through her body but not in exhaustion or disgust. This was a different kind, an addict coming across her addiction. The prisoner's fear and anger, it was like sweet wine. The teen wanted to pull it in and use it for power. It was like fighting muscle memory and all she had been taught.

How could she use the force now? Didn't her uncle use it when he was angry? Did [member="Coren Starchaser"] ever use the darkside? He hated the sith but he never heralded the Jedi. Was there an in between for using the force?

Right now, she felt every bit the foolish, lost teen that she was. And scared. Fear and pain would travel across the bond to @Darius.

"Leave or surrender to the Alliance," she tried to muster up an authoritative tone. But her voice was husky and ragged as she fought to keep the man's anger from influencing her.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Vittras Zerga"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Quinn Byrne"]

Jacen had something of a sense of humour failure when he saw blaster bolts flying from the top of the buildings towards his apprentice. Whilst she was perfectly capable of looking after herself, when he'd taken her on he'd also signed up to some form of duty of care when he took her on operations. It was only when she became a full Jedi Knight that it would be over.

A cloud of dust was thrown up around him as he came down onto the courtyard. His silhouette emerged from the cloud frame in gold from the light of his blade.

Two of the prisoner's charged towards him and his saber swept out. They back off, then looked down to see a neat black line that ran through their prison uniforms without grazing the flesh beneath.

Jacen gave them a small nod and the pair laid down on the deck in the manner they were accustomed to during prison lockdowns. They were quickly bound by several GADF soldiers. Jacen stalked towards Quinn.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"The courtyard...?"

That was close to them wasn't it? He glanced up at his HUD map just to clarify and gave the two other Mandalorians behind him the go-ahead with his hand. He grumbled into the com before switching out the gas canister on his rifle. The prisoners were beginning to become sparse at best, but all this blasting on stun was running his gas canisters far too quickly for his taste. Maybe his rifle was defective.

"Copy that Blue team, we're just about to enter the courtyard. We'll see you when you get your shebs over here." With a click he shut off his com's mic. "On my count...1,2,3...GO!" The rather large, and alchemically modified, Mandalorian thrust his foot into the door, sending it off of its hinges. With their backs to the Madalorians the first few prisoners fell to the stun bolts. A short beep over his com indicated that a message was getting sent out to both Red and Blue teams.

"Alright Red and Blue, we've got the GA's com signal isolated. Added them to your friendlies as Yellow Team, you should be able to hail them over coms now."

"FINALLY," he shouted as a Prisoner rushed him with a shock baton. He underestimated the Kiffar/Dathomiri's reach though and Mordecais left hand shot straight to his throat, lifting the man with a single hand and tossing him back into the ground. A quick stomp and he was out. "Jun, make the call over to the GA." She nodded.

"This is Jun with Shriek-Hawk Company, come in Galactic Alliance, we're here to help. Current location is...right behind the prisoners in the courtyard."

Switching on his audio amplifier he attempted to speak over the chaos of the prison riot,

"Prisoners of The Stormvault! You are outgunned, and outmatched. Please return to your cells immediatley! I'm sure you've seen the Galactic Alliance closing on your position, well now you've got Mandalorians on your flank. Lay down your weapons and we'll get this all sorted out!" Well...Sorted out wasn't the way he'd put it....But he was reading off a script. He wondered if the prisoners could tell.
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Vittras Zerga"] [member="Bishop Janson"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Quinn Byrne"] [member="Khyon Drogo"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Khyon Drogo"], [member="Quinn Byrne"], [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"], [member="Bishop Janson"], other Hounds
Enemies: Prisoners, [member="Vittras Zerga"] (for now)
Post: 6/20

So much was happening, it was hard for him to keep up. Prisoners were flailing about, running at him just in time for them to see the energy pouring out from saber. Just long enough to tremble to a kneel. Mandalorians were flying through the courtyard. It confused him for a split second, having recalled the fight he had once brought to their doorsteps. Steps taken by his brother, ones he was forced to commit to, he wondered if they would treat him the same as those other individuals. The sort that cast shadow upon form, suspicion overwhelming what was right in front of them. That if he were truly the Wrath, he would have cut this woman down just to end the life of the man that held her captive. But standing here now, looking back against the cobalt eyes set against a deeply painted face, he didn't see danger.

He saw panic, he saw fear and hurt and pain. He saw the things he had once lived for, desperation clouding the more heightened senses. The man knew he was against the odds now, especially with the Guardians en route and the troopers over head. The GDAF was pouring in like a basin overrun, soon to be flooding the lips of the walls around them, and yet here he stood. Here, a criminal he recalled from the dossiers shown to Jacen, was now grasping at straws.

Walking slowly forward, he searched back to the name across the information. Dangerous, drug addiction, but the name. He couldn't see it. He reflected the movement of the Jedi Marshall, saber skating across the ground. But he had no intent to use it. Instead, he focused on the pistol, exerting a particular will power. The likes that could fold metal, but instead hardened the trigger against movement. Pins, moving just a hair within the frame, would lock upon ignition. The woman stood in danger only from the caress now and she had two Masters prepared to stop the man.

"This isn't what you want..."He closed his eyes, focusing on the split second and his own eidetic memory, pulling the name from the memory. "Drop the gun Vittras..."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Black Mercury
Objective: Transport
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
5/20

Surrender was never quite that simple. However, he blamed the actual lack of preparation on the Alliance as a whole. It seemed a bit ludicrous to Marcello that none of the vessels presently in the system had any ability to maintain hold of a Force user. Still...Marcello had long ago decided not to involve himself in such matters.

"I am not of the authority to accept the surrender of individuals or grant asylum. Rest assured the Alliance would just as soon blow me up right along with you if things started to go sideways. I'm just your ride." Managing a thin smile, Marcello turned to one of the soldiers. "Are we secure?"

"We're secure, Master Jedi."

Nodding to the man, Marcello issued new instructions. "We are prepared for transit, correct?"

"Affirmative sir."

"Alright, let's get him moving. Inform the Titania we're secure and enroute, no further contact until arrival." The men that had stayed near the assault shuttle had been responsible for ensuring the vessel was sterilized. Any sensitive information had been wiped upon arrival. Marcello knew his personal codes by heart, and he'd use them to clear the atmosphere at their destination without incident. The soldiers that had been securing the vessel also had instructions to rip anything they could off of the vessel's servers and gather any intelligence. Marcello didn't exactly expect them to find anything, however.

Once Marcello had been handed a pair of stun cuffs, he turned to Kentarch. "Stand up. These men are going to search you, then your hands will be binded in front of you." The Jedi Master was aware that stun cuffs had a greatly reduced effect on Force Users but any restraint helped. Kentarch would also have his feet binded to the cuffs to be placed on his hands for the duration of the journey.

Kentarch's Sith vessel could be blown apart once they were done with it for all Marcello really cared.