We've got the Moves like Jabba | CIS Dominion of Tatooine

[Kayla Wylen]

Location: Wicked Womp Rat Cantina, Allecto City, Tatooine
Objective: Make sure people don't burn to death, or get crushed for that matter [Objective III, BYOO]
Nearby: [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

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Without getting an answer Kayla watched as the woman next to her resorted to tossing bottles at her assailant, but the last one was saved for another purpose. Before being able to process what was happening a bright flash of fire was spat out and it left her dazed while her neighbour jumped the counter, but the distraction had come at a price. As the s'kytri recovered the flames began to spread and instantly she realized the danger it posed for everyone who was unable to make it out on their own. Finally she made her way over the counter herself and noticed somebody pinned under a flipped-over table, calling out for help as the fires drew dangerously close to him.

"Hold on!" Kayla shouted, rushing her way towards him and with help of the Force lifted the table from underneath him. The freed leg looked mangled and it was quite clear he was not going to be able to make his way out on his own. Carefully she lifted him off the ground, but the hollow structure of her bones made it a difficult task but after slinging one of his arms over her shoulders to provide support she did the best she could. "Come on, this way. I will get you out of here," the woman said as she weaved through the thrashed-around pieces of furniture, dodging the flames as much as she could.

Something else then got hurled their way. Large amounts of sand was being blasted into the cantina and using the reaction speed given to her by the Force she brought up her free hand and created a barrier around the two, protecting them from it. The fires around died down, but now it was the structure itself that became their enemy. It began to crumble and threatened to come crashing down on them, creating a sense of urgency within her. Pushing her frail body to the limit she sped up to get the wounded man and herself to the exit and they did manage to make their way out, but it came at a cost.

"N-no!" The sickening sound and sensation of snapping bone reverberated through Kayla's body the moment they stepped outside, causing her to inelegantly fall down to the ground while the one she had saved still depended on her as a support to stand. As such he would follow, but was able to partially catch himself despite his leg. Kayla, however, was not as lucky and came down hard and was unable to get herself up. The blistering hot sun and sand, paired with the excruciating pain she felt, made it difficult to process what was going on around her any longer.

Hopefully the woman who was trying to hold up the cantina was able to help.

 

[Mavrek Kordalas]

Location: Wicked Womp Rat Cantina, Allecto City​

Loadout: Beskar'gam, Twin RSFK-44 Blasters, Rockets, Flamethrower, Bacta-Mod-Medkit​

People: @[member='Kayla Wylen']​

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Walking up to the now collapsing building, the Mandalorian was whistling a tune to himself, an odd bounce in his step, as if he was partially entertained, and just generally in a chipper mood, when someone stumbled out supporting another person, then the sound of breaking bones came and Mavrek let out a sound "Ehg... That sounded painful..." clearly stating the obvious. Approaching the pair, he grabbed them both by the collars and started to drag them back from the building before it could fully collapse on them and chuckled to himself a little bit, having not really expected to be saving people from his favorite dive.

Propping the man against a near by wall, the Mando glanced over him and help up a finger, then went to helping the woman stretch out a little, "Alright Darlin', you're gonna really hate this, and it's gonna hurt more than a nexu bite, but I gotta reset these bones..." before she could reply he quickly went about setting bones, then used his medical mod to inject her with bacta. Clapping hands together, mostly getting rid of dust that had gathered, Mavrek's body would give away he was rather proud of his work, then it hit him, "Oh... You're not allergic to bacta are you? That'd be bad..." the deep voice came out in a very concerned metallic tang from under the helmet.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

Location: Wicked Romp Rat Cantina & Allecto Commons Bazaar
Objective: Save Mishel from herself…again.
Soundtrack: Disturbed “Immortalized”
Post: 1
Vicinity: [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Kayla Wylen"], [member="Mavrek Kordalas"]

It had been entirely too long since she’d been in a proper bar fight. Or any kind of fight that didn’t necessitate the use of the lightsabers strapped to her thighs and her Force abilities. There was something to be said for the glorious simplicity of punching the ever-loving kark out of a couple of Houks. It almost made her miss her pit fighting days on Nar Shaddaa.

Almost.

Of course, that alone brought back it’s own host of memories she no longer wanted, so Mara threw herself back into the fray to forget. The years hadn’t done enough to dull that pain, so this would have to do. She spared a glance for the dancers cowering in the corner, and took care to topple and throw those who came at her in every other direction. There would come a moment when she’d have to bust out a Force power or two, but not just yet.

Of course, that’s when Mishel decided to set the Force-bedamned place on fire.

Honestly, if that girl had a keeper, whoever it was completely failed at their karking job. Mara had half a mind to read them the riot act but was slightly too busy putting up a shield to protect those around her who had no cover. It was enough to prevent them from being burned, but the incoming fist of sand was enough to elicit a string of fabulously colorful curses from the Jedi’s mouth.

Mara made sure those behind her got out and got behind cover before she dropped her shield and shifted. Bones snapped and muscles tore as her body rearranged itself, a massive sabretoothed Felacatian exploding out of her armored form. With her beast set free, she dodged and raced her way through the cantina and eventually made her way outside to where she could sense the girl struggling to hold the Force to her will.

Perhaps not struggling to hold it, but rather, hold the Bazaar itself up from collapse. The sand she’d pulled had set the area into instability, as the foundations hadn’t been set properly into the bedrock beneath it. A low, deep growl emerged from her throat as she stalked towards where Mishel stood, glaring at her with a golden feline gaze.

//You have a way of making both entrrrances and exits that I’m almost envious of. Let me help you hold that…// Mara sent through the Force, her mind-voice rife with amusement, one feline brow arching as she padded closer.

 

[Formorta]

Location: Sewers
Equipment: Колыбельная, Twin Vibro Knnifes, Duel DL series blasters, Ol-2, Armor
Allies-ish: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Dagon"]
Post: 3

Hutt bomb babies? now that was an ironic way to kill a Hutt, such twisted thought of thinking was definitely that of a Sith, even if deWinter's seemed all nice she was not immune to such thoughts it would seem. Unless the girl had a personal grudge against the Hutt in question, in that case totally okay. Not that Formorta really cared, sure she was not about to send newly born babies in as living bombs, but neither would she raise any objection.

Still why huts? there where plenty of other animals she could strap a bomb to and sent into the sewers to blow up, mainly bugs or insects of some kind, such being able to scale walls with ease, reach deeper locations and much more. The whole Hutt thing just made her feel the deWinter had some personal vendetta against the slug like race, not that they did not deserve is over all.

So far it seemed that her presance had not been sensed, the masked assassin taking advantage of the situation while the two planned ahead, attempting to sneak past the two force users, keeping to the ceiling like a deadly spider.

 

[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: Three

'How'd you kill it?' Syn said intrigued by what she'd said. He'd heard of countless ways to kill those fat beings, but given how creative she seemed. He was more then eager to hear her story.

But that along with her question made him thing. How would he approach their current mission? Syn wasn't exactly the most strategic at least when didn't need to be. So he answered her honestly.

'Well I personally like to see my enemy die. But of course I also like to blow things up. So I supposed I'd get an infiltration team to place bombs, here and there. Blow them as a distraction of sorts, while we breach and slaughter any who stand in our way.' He spoke rapidly and without a break. 'We'd lose men and women of course, but that's always expected.'

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Bridge Tower Sewers
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Dagon"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Post: 5

Syn asked her how she'd killed the Hutt. Scherezade didn't answer immediately, instead setting the crates on the ground and taking the ones that he was carrying, and opened the lids. Twenty Hutt babies poured out, sloshing back and forth, making baby sounds. If you need a mental image, imagine a litter of little puppies running around barking happily and licking everything, only in this case, the puppies were slugs, and they were leaving slime trails. There was no heart to feel sorrow or remorse for what she was about to do to them. And she'd already asked the Minister of Science for more, knowing that once she was done with Tatooine, there would be such a need.

Had Scherezade known that Formorta was a mere few feet above, she would probably not have done that. But she didn't, and so she took another swig from her bottle, letting the slugs run freely for the time being.

"Cut it from front tail to mouth," she finally answered Syn with a careless shrug. It hadn't been that hard. Maybe because the Boss Hutt in question had been a young one, so his skin hadn't finished hardening yet. "Pulled some of its inner organs out, crawled in, danced around. Y'know, the usual."

She'd heard Syn's description of what he would do and shook her head. "You're describing something that an enemy would expect," she said, looking at him, "which isn't necessarily a bad to way to go about it, but there are enough groups in the CIS if that's the sort of thing you're into. I'm trying to raise a group that does the unexpected. That brings the surprise factor in. That readies the grounds with chaos and destruction so that when the guys who do things by the book get to the perimeter, their work is cut out for them and is made easier. Try again."

 

[Walker Twin-Sleeves]

Location: The Dune Sea
Objective: Kite the mobs
Tags: [member="Razelle Breuner"]
Post Count: 5

Walker didn't need to be told twice to slam the throttle - he was already doing it. The whine of the second-hand speeder's engine was barely audible over the constant, threatening hum of gigantic mosquito-snake monsters, which he'd later hopefully swear to an enraptured crowd that he could not only feel in his bones while charging the swarm, but in his very SOUL. But in order to tell the tale, they had to survive.

Maybe Razelle could make a cameo in the retelling. Audiences loved your standard blonde D.I.D. for a reason, though they might have to cast less of a P.M.C and more of a P.Y.T. in the movie version.

He was laughing. Okay, maybe a little hysterical. Luckily, there was no way Razelle could hear it. Walker banked the speeder sharply away from the sun, leading the angry swarm of terror-beasts in a lacy semi-circle away from their hive. This gave Razelle more opportunities to blast them, but more importantly, it set them on a course to buzz past the cave they'd all swarmed out of. Razelle likely had a plan. Hopefully, it would work - though Walker was sure that his hands and foot had bonded with the wheel and accelerator on a molecular level at this point. Even if they killed him, he wouldn't stop fleeing.

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Location: The Dune Sea, amidst dozens of angry flying vipers
Objective: Clean up the mess she made
Tags: [member="Walker Twin-Sleeves"]
Post Count: 6

Walker banked hard, and Raz's hips shifted with it, keeping her shoulders steady. CRACK! The sixth bug monster spiraled lifelessly to the sands. Once more, rather than waiting, Razelle started scoping the next one. At the rate they were going, though, the Sketto would be on them in another few seconds, especially with where Walker was zipping to. Alright then, time for her surprise. Reaching back into the rear of her munitions belt, she pulled out one more flashbang, set it for two seconds on a pressure release, and then pitched it up and ahead of the speeder. The moment she did, she shouted loud enough to be heard over the hissing, screeching, whirring, humming, and whistling of the chase.

"Flash!"

Their extreme velocity would carry them well past the blast zone before it went off, and if she'd thrown it behind, some of the critters might not have been hit. It detonated almost two dozen meters ahead of where they had been, two seconds later...and they were almost 50 meters away, traveling at chase speeds in a repulsorcraft. Just as Raz's hands hit her ears, there was an unbelievable crack, and a flash bright enough to damage human retinas. The critters, having already been blinded and deafened once that day, were once more sent careening off into a mess.

Razelle reoriented herself and brought her rifle up once again. Three quick shots at diving Sketto produced three quick kills, and she was able to snap up two more before they got leveled out. After that, aim once again became a thing. Several of the hideous things were beginning to reconsider chasing them...but then the craft made for the cave, and that was no longer an option. Narrowing her eyes, Razelle gunned down another half-dozen as Walker brought the two of them zipped right past the swarm's home. There were at least five more still buzzing about, though, and they were getting close enough that Raz was beginning to lose count.

She brought her rifle up to shoot one of them, and as she did a second buzzed far too close. Within two meters of her face and diving. On reflex, her left hand shot back and brought up a pistol, unloading three rounds into the beasty. There was another loud fluttering noise behind her, and Razelle understood that the time for softening was over. She dropped her rifle into the seat, flicking the safety before she did so to keep it from shooting her in the kidneys while she was handling boarding action, then tossed her pistol over into her right hand and drew a large, nasty-looking combat knife from a sheath on her left thigh.

Just as it was clear, she found herself needing to drive it into the waiting, fangy maw of a very brave Sketto. Its dying sounds weren't well audible over the sound of Raz blasting its friend's entrails all over the speeder's back seat.

There were still four left...and now they were very definitely at biting range.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Objective: 3
With: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Wearing: This
Post: 3

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Katrine was acting like this should be awkward... was it supposed to be? Gerwald was simply trying to make never with someone she was clearly close with. Her spirits always seem to be lifted every time he was near, so it meant he meant something to her. What? Gerwald didn’t know, but he knew there was a past, something that had happened which made the man someone that Katrine was always happy to see. Perhaps he would ask for the story later.

”You can take whatever you want, as long as you leave the pearl for me,” Gerwald clarified. This was a test, for himself in many ways, established by himself. If he was going to be a knight of any renown he needed this kill. Gerwald also wanted to be known as the dragon slayer among his fellow Lupines. The day would come when the feat he would accomplish this day would be needed.

Her nodded as Katrine explained to Aston what the situation was in regards to the rest of the Confederacy. Part of Gerwald had wanted to be on the Hutt palace raid, but he knew better. SHE would have certainly been there, and Gerwald didn’t want to see her yet. She had promised to kill them the next time they saw each other, and he was not ready to see if she would make good that threat.

They arrived at the mouth of the cave, slowly. Gerwald leaped our of the vehicle before it could stop, the sword he had brought with him was drawn. Quietly he crept to the mouth of the cave to see if the beast was there. He could smell the lair, it was foul. Closer still he moved, and Gerwald could hear it breathing.

”Do not help me unless it’s about to kill me...” he said to their minds as he rushed into the cave, not stopping to see if they would follow him or wait outside.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Dune Retreat/Temple
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] [I SEE you]​

Post Count: 3​

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The raven-haired woman let Adron Malvern have his win with a little smirk of her own. He was cute when he thought he could win against her. Perhaps if it was a sword fight, he might stand a chance, but Alessandra was incredibly stubborn. He very well may have bitten off more than he could chew. The Minister of Commerce pretended not to see his conceited expression and instead prepared to face the blistering heat of Tatooine. While she didn’t mind it, preferring warmth over cold, it was something that caused even the hardiest of men to brace.

She walked among the halls of the partially ruined temple while the men made small talk. Her silence was not a lack of interest, moreso, the fact that she was taking in their surroundings. It seemed that she wasn’t the only one that felt the need to correct their host about the status of the former Imperial. When Srina Talon had returned to the Confederacy, with Adron Malvern in tow, he seemed to have surrendered his former allegiances for more lucrative prospects.

It was the smart thing to do. The Empire was, plainly put, a sinking ship. No one in her offices wanted to see it fall because war, for all its horror, meant that the wheel kept turning. War was grotesque, brutal, and pitiless. But, it was profitable.

Adron declined refreshments, however, Alessandra chose to live on the wild side. Many avoided partaking when doing business either out of politeness sake or for their own self-preservation. The young Creed woman figured that if Starvald, or anyone else, wanted her dead there were easier ways to do it than to drag her down to god-forsaken Tatooine. “It was a dangerous place to be during the collapse.”, she intoned, before pausing, to correct herself. “It still is.”

The ATC was just about the only thing this dust globe was good for. That, and Alessandra supposed, if someone wanted to hide. She only knew so much about Malvern’s past. The inquisitive Minister had focused more on the professional aspects, over the personal, and had left aspects of his life before the Dominion or the Empire more or less alone. It was none of the business. The fact that Starvald knew of Serenno was surprising, to her, but it wasn’t her area of expertise.

Thankfully, they got down to it, and the caramel-skinned beauty gave her full focus. The Minister of Commerce remained silent for a long moment. Chocolate eyes focused on the large man while she turned the offer over in her head. It wasn’t exactly a strange request, however, the young woman was used to seeing greed in others. For example, the traders that had come to her from Commenor had expected far more than she’s actually been willing to give. “That’s all?”

“You’re simply here to barter for permission to continue your activities?”

Something about it rang with an echo of warning, however, it wouldn’t be the first time her shrewd nature made itself known. A man with his face entirely hidden brought her a sealed bota of water and she accepted it easily, however, she did not crack the cap. “We do have an allotment for special projects, however, we would require itemized statements as to how those funds are being spent. If there are any significant finds we would also prefer to be notified.”

“Criminal elements can be dealt with as you see fit. Your justice is likely kinder, and more humane, than that of Geonosis.”

The young woman wasn’t exaggerating. The worst of crimes were dealt with in the old ways. Freedom and forgiveness of wrongdoing could be attained, but not with credits, or favors but surviving the beasts of the arena. If they lived through the ravages of teeth, claws, and all manner of monster they could walk, crawl, or be carried out on a gurney to their new lives.

Or they could be dinner. It was barbaric but exceedingly effective.

“What sort of budget should I be prepared to meet for your services?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind the Force stirred. There was a pull. Small, but present. It felt like a ghost shadowing her every movement. Perhaps this time Alessandra would be able to figure out exactly who it was, that tried to hide in the guise of her family, while following her all around the verse.

The Minister was not amused.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Location: Dune retreat.
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]
Post Count: 4

Somehow Jairus doubted that Alessandra would consider their fate kinder, if she knew what his people would do to them.

But in his experience most nations were less concerned about the how and more concerned about the results. As long as peace returned to this portion of the Dunes? As long as the people of the Confederacy could move freely through the sand, moving back and forth between trade settlements without being harassed by thugs, tusken raiders? They wouldn't care about the fate of the outlaws that were breaking their laws anyway. That much Jairus was certain of.

"I dared not presume, Minister Creed," Jairus answered her incredulity smoothly and with a bright smile. "With new rulers come new rules, no? I would rather have us come to terms from the beginning. Misunderstandings can be... painful in the long run."

A nod followed soon after.

"The complicated part of excavation is that sometimes we simply don't know the significance of a find, until perhaps years later." He considered that for a moment, letting his hand run through his beard in a thoughtful pause before nodding. "But we can give note, if something extraordinary comes up, certainly. And I will have my people draft up a statement of intent, so your department has a better idea of how much funds will be necessary for a successful operation here." He shifted in his seat, crossing of leg switching as comfort demanded a change, while he studied Alessandra. Young, but already in a position of power.

Interesting.

The fact that she hadn't opened her bota of water was equally interesting.

"As for the budget." He pushed a datapad over to her and it had the preliminary numbers on it. They were reasonable. Expensive, yes, but in line with what a long-term excavation and administrative expedition would be.

"Is this to your satisfaction, Minister Creed?"

 

[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: Four

Syn gave the girl a slightly disgusted looked, thankfully his helm covered his face. He hadn't expected her to say she cut a Hutt and danced inside his guts. Of course, she could have simply been telling him a falsehood. But everything about her showed that she was truly willing to do just that.

'Well, how about poison?' He said. 'Get some of our agents to come on down and poison their supply. It'd eradicate a huge portion of their forces, likely civilians as well but at the end, we could just have the CIS come in and act as the saviors and fix people up. While just so happening to take over the planet while doing it.' Syn said not knowing he was being heard by anyone but Scherezade.

'Just a simple assassination wouldn't fit the bill so alongside the poison we could also sabotage assets on the planet. Maybe help Pro-CIS insurgents here and there. Of course, if we do that they could end up fighting against us.' He knew he began to ramble on and on but she asked him a question that legitimately made his mind wander.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Objective 2: Aid, Feed, Heal [aid the locals]
Tatooine has suffered incredible damage at the hands of the Galactic Empire. Famine rages among the survivors, many of which are injured and in need of medical assistance as well as food. Take over Jabba’s Palace and establish it as our HQ where food can be brought and locals can be helped.

|| Jabba The Hutt's Palace​

[member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Valae Kitra"]. [member="Darth Metus"]

Finding someone in charge proved to be a bit more difficult with the bustle going in and out. At this rate, Danger instead found herself in a position of assisting with the deployment of goods. While the vibrancy of her silver streaked auburn hair was covered, the sheer presence she seemed to naturally carry along with the recognition from her own employees meant that they gravitate to her instruction.

“Which of the outposts have checked in?” There were dozens of course, not to include the main cities. Those were already being assisted by Arceneau Trade and Confederate personel. Out in the Waste, however, there were scattered outposts that went from one side of the Jundland to the Western Dune sea.

“These trading posts have checked in,” a man with weathered tanned skinned replied. He was all of twenty five years old but living on Tatooine made him appear close to forty. He pointed to a small holographic map of Tatooine. Arceneau Trade had conducted a planetary mapping expedition after Netherworld, so they had an idea of where the trading outposts were. If any more had survived the last few years or if new ones popped up was infirmation they should update.

Danger gave a nod.

“I want several survey groups to prepare for another expedition. We will update our database to map out what is out there—and touch base with any that might need aid.” It could take weeks to complete, the climate and environment made it a difficult task. Not to mention dangerous.

But it was one they would need to take.

“Utilized Haven Shipyards new line of all terrain survey vehicles. That should help with the speed and protection.”

 

[Mishel Kryze]

ALLECTO COMMONS, BAZAAR

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Allecto City, Tatooine
[member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Mavrek Kordalas"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Alessandra Creed"]



Mishel's teeth gritted together and her body shifted, her hands burned with the Force as she looked up at the fragile cantina and the bazaar itself. "P-Plea-please, this - this-is nothing." She struggled to say as sweat rolled down her face, blood from her nose began to drip. Her body began to feel the ache, she couldn't keep this up forever. Hearing the sounds of Kayla tore into her, she just wanted to be free of Beelo. Not endanger anyone, and so she began to pull, she pulled on the Force once more this time she selected her targets Mara beside her and the source that had taunted her for so long. She knew not who was on the other end but knew that they were a wellspring of the Force at least, for now. She began to draw on it pulling their energies and Mishel looked up at the situation that she created.

A voice in the back of her mind calling to her.

She could right the wrong.

Hands outstretched the shutters of light began to emerge as she fell to one knee wretching the pillar back into place. Mishel's body worked with the light and pulled on more energy as she pushed forward. Healing energies sent to Kayla, as the pillar began to shift again and again until it was back into place. Both knees into the ground but Mishel wasn't finished as she continued to drain these connections to Mara and the unknown. Light burned within her and it blinded those around her as she sealed the pillar to the bazaar and exuded more healing energies toward Kayla, and with that, she staggered to her feet and fell over onto her back. Blood streaked down from her eyes, nose, and ears. Mishel's body went numb and within moments all she could see was a blurred face and then nothing.

 

[Shia Kryze]

ALLECTO COMMONS, BAZAAR​

"Mishel!"

Contrary to popular opinion, it appears Mandalorian's can teleport - or at least they can seem to, given the power-assisted speed at which Shia quite selfishly forgot about the rest of the world, the now not-collapsing building and the other injured citizens who were collateral damage in the out-of-hand bar fight.

Her gloved and armoured hands reached down to gently raise Mishel's head, wiping away the blood even as her vision became blurry for some unknown reason.

"Mishel, atiniir ner cyar'ika no baatir gar. Ner ganar baatir ven'riduur."

Somehow she didn't think bacta would help here, and the world seemed to be inexpicably narrow and blurry as tears ran down her face.

Aunt Vivi's Rule #193: Action is always better than inaction.

Do something, Shia.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, then on pure instinct reached out with her connection to the Force - it was basically useless, in her mind, a burden of death and suffering. But she'd held off death once today.

"What do we say to death?" She muttered, almost to herself. "Come on Mishel you di'kut, atiniir'ni."

A faint, ghostly light glittered in her eyes, dripped down with her tears and slowly widened to be a faint aurora surrounding her body - not 'light' in the sense of light and dark, but a much more ghostly light, as if part of the nether were surrounding her. The energy surged into Mishel - it could not heal, for death does not do such a thing, but Shia put all her will into staving off the exertion and damage, almost like a strangely inverse healing or suspension trance.

She didn't dare move, she didn't know if she could keep this up at a distance, or how bad the damage actually was.

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[member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] [member="Mavrek Kordalas"] [member="Kayla Wylen"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Bridge Tower Sewers
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Dagon"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Post: 5

"That's what I did on Maramere," Scherezade had to say about the first suggestion Syn made. It was a huge improvement though. Normally, she would've smiled at it, but she wasn't in a smiling mood right now. She could still feel HIM on the planet, and as the seconds down in the sewers passed by, it was getting harder and harder for her to focus on the task at hand.

"I like sabotage," she nodded, taking a deep breath. The smell of the sewers wasn't helping much with easing the pain in her chest.

Her comlink beeped, information streaming in. Scherezade closed her eyes, envisioning the layout that [member="Dagon"] was sending her. Syn was receiving the same through his. "You have exactly 180 seconds to get out," she sent back. She would not wait for them if they lingered.

It was going to be grand.

"Okay babies, time to get ready," Scherezade said as she turned to the Hutts. To Syn, she had one order, "I'm going to have to focus while I'm sending them up. I need you to watch my back while I do it."

And with that, she turned to them.

Being part of the Mandragora and a Chosen of Jart had enabled her to easily dominate the minds of others when she wanted to. She was no longer a Mandragora, but she still had the ability under her belt. However, she had never tried to exert is over twenty living creatures at once. So far she'd only done it to groups of guards with... With HIM, but those had been much smaller groups. She hoped that the fact her Hutts were babies would at least make it easier.

Scherezade closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Within seconds, the baby Hutts stopped playing around and began to crawl through the sewers. It would take minutes before they reached the apartments above. The sweat was already beading down her forehead as she exerted her control over all of them at once.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Dune Retreat/Temple | Objective: Accompany Alessandra | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] | Post: III

Leaning forward, Adron would feign interest in the man's words as he revealed himself to be a studier of Serenno and her noble houses. He would reply with a sly smile paired with a certain nod of his head.

Glancing over to Alessandra, he listened as she informed the man of her practices and what the CIS could provide. Commerce and Economy were far from Adron's thoughts, yet he did appreciate seeing Alessandra work. Like himself, she was sure as she spoke and maintained an air of control. Turning from her, his eyes fell over Jairus with an almost searching gaze. The man knew just enough to pique Adron's interest, but not enough to worry the Minister. That alone was a thought to be considered.

As his curiosity continued to escalate, he broke silence to see at least a fraction of his questions answered. "You said you've been here since the fall of the Empire? Was it your archeological work that brought you here to begin with? Or just sight seeing?" He prodded, a challenging tone offered to the man as he tried to gain a bit more on the man who stood beside him. Again Adron would turn to Alessandra, arching a brow just before gesturing to Jairus. "I'm curious what value this planet could have to anyone. I would imagine even as far as archelogy goes...there are better places."

Adron often came off as pompous or bold in many situations, it seemed this one would be no different. "You see. I used to inspect this planet often, and it never failed that the majority of the people who came here voluntarily enjoyed the privacy more than anything else. Is that what you're looking for? Privacy in your field, perhaps?"

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[Syn Blacken]

Location: Allecto City, Cafe near Bridge Tower
Objective: Keep the Hutts Away
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Formorta"] @Dagon
Post Count: Five

That was rather easy for Syn. His focus moved from her onto the surrounded sewer, his plan was simple. To prepare for anything that came their way and shoot it. 'Yes ma'am.' He said before he placed his hands on his pistols.

Syn thought about using the force to reach out and try to sense if anyone was coming their way but frankly he knew nobody was. If they were the pair would have known by now, or would soon.

He saw no need to use his connection with the force. Instead he began to wonder if the CIS was completely fine with using these hutt babies as bombs. Slavery was a no-no for them but where did this land?

Personally he didn't care. It wasn't his job to care. So he rarely did when he dawned his armor.

 

[Kayla Wylen]

Location: Endure lots of pain
Objective: Make sure people don't burn to death, or get crushed for that matter [Objective III, BYOO]
Nearby: [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Mavrek Kordalas"]

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Kayla's vision went from black, to blurry, to clear for a split second, then back to blurry on a seemingly perfect cycle. With the bits of strength she still had she made an effort to block out the pain with help from the Force, but it was of little help. Concious thought slowly began to shut down and when the Mandalorian began to speak to her and the man she had just dragged out of the cantina it sounded nothing like speech any longer by the time it had reached her ears. In fact, conciousness altogether was close to escaping the s'kytri as her senses were drowning her. By the time the stranger was helping her stretch out, she couldn't even feel it anymore.

And then the injection of bacta entered her system.

With a painfully sharp inhale Kayla's eyes shot wide open as a different pain suddenly shot throughout her entire system, transforming her weak and irregular breaths into hyperventilation. Her muscles tensed up in response and although she wanted to sit back up or even get back to a full vertical base, her body refused to cooperate. The concerned voice of the one who had been kind enough to lend a hand rung through her ears once more, but this time she could clearly make out what he said. Answering was not the first thing on her mind, however as the restructuring of her bones was far from a painless process.

The Mandalorian was not the only one who decided to seek to bring relief to the woman, though. Through the Force Kayla felt waves of energy crash into her, each one progressively taking away more of the pain that wreaked havoc on her system. Her breathing calmed down and in a purposefully slow manner she sent to sit herself up. "I have been treated with bacta in the past. It was never this much in one dose, however. Thank you," she said while facing the helmet-wearing man, "I appreciate your kindness."

Eyes then moved from one side to another, seemingly looking for someone. It was clear another being had also extended a helping hand and it earned Kayla's gratitude. The very least she could do was show her appreciation, but when she saw the unconcious body of the one she had seen in the cantina, another woman hunched over her. "I have to..." she said through labored breaths to the Mandalorian, "help her." It took incredible effort to get herself back on her feet, but when she did she walked her way over while slightly stumbling, suppressing the pain that protested against what she was doing. She slowly lowered herself down to her knees next to the rattataki. "I can help."

Kayla drew upon the fragile strength she had to connect with the Force and with closed eyes and a focus on her breathing she held her hands slightly above the unconcious young woman. As a conduit she channeled healing energies of her own, albeit much less strong than what had been used for her, allowing it to course through the brunette. Throughout it all the s'kytri remained calm, putting her trust in the Force to anchor herself.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Dune Retreat/Temple
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]​

Post Count: 4​

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Once again Alessandra found herself staring hard at [member="Jairus Starvald"]. Some men might have found the attention flattering but there was nothing complimentary about being within her crosshairs. She evaluated him like a scientist nitpicking their way through a microscope slide. There was very little she did not notice, his height, his stature. A lingering echo of power. He was so well-spoken that he could have passed easily through high society and none would have suspected he held a mostly clandestine operation in the Dunes of Tatooine.

He intoned that misunderstandings could be painful and the woman laughed. The sound was smooth velvet against the general harshness of their environment. It didn’t belong. “Pain is acceptable. I only draw concern through misunderstandings when they wind up being costly.”

The nature of war and retaliation from the Confederacy was mostly dealt with by the offices of the man sitting at her side. Adron seemed to share her slight suspicions of there being more than what met the eye and began to question a little more. Alessandra appeared unconcerned, though, she was also vaguely curious of the answers. Something told her that Starvald wouldn’t miss a beat.

Whether he was being honest or otherwise he wouldn’t get caught up on the details. She reached up and undid her scarf a little more, tugging it off, so that it could rest in her lap. Tatooine really was hot. Even in the shade, or inside the ruins, there was very little relief. He explained about the nature of excavations and she nodded her head. Alessandra was not an archaeologist. She managed money, business deals, and acquisitions. The process of playing around in the dirt to find something interesting?

Entirely foreign to her.

The water that she had been brought still remained unopened. At the mention of a statement of intent and the budget, they might require she seemed to perk up a little bit. Her interest in numbers, empirical data, was obvious. Figuring out people came with the territory but this was simple. Math never lied. Bent, on occasion, but it never lied. She picked up the device and remotely copied the data that was intended for her use. She would want to look at it fully.

The modest request on her holo-comm caused crimson lips to pull down slightly at the edges. It was almost imperceptible. Usually, she had to haggle over the bottom line. Argue. This was well within what she had been prepared to offer. “It may be. I would like to hear the answers to my companions’ questions first. In essence—tell me more. What do you hope to find? What led you here?”

There was a whole graveyard of ships orbiting the planet that could be salvaged for some serious credits. If it was all about money it would make sense to start where the profit margins were higher versus on the ground searching the unknown. Was there some sort of historical data that had brought him to this spot?

It wasn’t so much that Alessandra didn’t want to do business. It was a good offer. The added security would help lessen the strain on the Confederate outpost that would be raised. She just wanted to make sure her investment was wise.

Just when her lips parted to say something else she found herself feeling a little light headed. It was sudden and intense. A drain on her energy, on her very life force, that she could not ignore. “Something is wrong.”, she murmured, chocolate eyes unfocusing, briefly, while she reached down to grip the seat of the chair. At first, she thought it was Starvald. Or one of his men in the area. Then, she began to see a woman in her mind's eye. Dark hair. Familiar eyes.

‘Forgive me.’, she reached for Adron and once her fingers met his she began to pull at his energy in much the same way her own had been stolen. It would be easier if he did not resist. Her Force Signature would come alive like a landslide when she began to use her abilities. The purple charm she wore around her neck couldn’t hope to begin to hide everything she was. “S-Someone is playing games as of late, Mr. Starvald. My office takes me through many different circles. I believe that someone is displeased with me. Not to the point of sabotage but enough to generally annoy me to death.”

‘…Just enough.’, she whispered mentally to the Minister of War. ‘I only need just enough strength to finish this meeting. I can’t take it back from whomever is draining me. It’s already gone.’

“Please. Continue.”

Alessandra sounded firm and in control. As if this was nothing new and just another day as a Minister. In reality, it was shocking. She was suddenly so exhausted that it felt like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Were it not for Adron she had little doubt about whether or not she would have passed out. Little fingers of darkness were already flickering at the edges of her vision. The notion of figuring out who was responsible for this kept some of her focus. Her Father had taught her well. Trained her. She could keep her chin up long enough to see her duties done.

Regardless, today was a success. She knew the face of the person tormenting her. She knew her face, her flavor in the Force, and she would only be able to hide so much longer.