Myrkr System
As the communications continued to roll forth from the Mandalorians, the Sith Lord merely sighed. It was funny really - they committed so much of their attentions to this one, isolated, area of the sprawling system. Perhaps the dynamics of deep-space mechanics was lost on their naval forces. Information to file away for...impending action, to be sure.
"Aesir. We're receiving a priority message from Exocron. It's marked specifically for you."
Turning his head to regard the man briefly, Cameron arched a curious brow. "Oh?"
While Cameron tore his attention from the battle, the members of the Arbiter on the bridge continued to execute their tasks. They weren't quite so callously nonchalant about the volume of fire and resources being hurtled in their direction. Reports continued to drift throughout the various consoles as supervisors did their best to prepare the ship for imminent contact...or at least actually receiving fire. Given distance between them and all aggressors at the moment, the deflector shields held just fine.
The Executive Officer was worried too, but he preferred not to show it in order to avoid being summarily dismissed like the Captain. "Yes, Deceiver." The XO didn't have the access codes to do anything with the message...he only even knew it had been received because the Arbiter's long-range communication system had been use as the message receiving medium.
Swiftly, Cameron retrieved his datapad from his pocket and entered an alphanumeric code to connect with his personal server onboard. Silence lingered around him for no more than ten seconds as he scanned the brief message and then erased it from the server. Prior to storing the datapad back into his pocket, he dispatched a brief message to the team leader on Alderaan via the ship's communication system. Turning his gaze in the direction of the forward viewport, Cameron watched as the Mandalorians pressed home their attack. The Mandalorians and [member="Shery deWinter"] were no longer Cameron's problem, much as he didn't want to exactly abandon his family. Besides, he knew Shery was resourceful, she would find a way. "Commander. Execute the escape vector."
The XO breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he relayed the order. The coordinates having already been programmed and all preparations made, it was a simple matter of engaging the hyperdrive motivator and holding on for the ride. In a few secnds, the Ardent-class Frigate had reoriented its heading and rocketed into hyperspace. The calculated destination was a pre-determined rally point not far from the Myrkr System. They would be in hyperspace for no more than thirty minutes before reverting to realspace...at which point calculations would be made for their extended jump to their new destination. At which point, Cameron would depart the Arbiter and proceed alone. It seemed information had been uncovered on the potential whereabouts of [member="Amorella Mae"].
Always for a girl. This was getting old.
[member="Aedan Miles"]
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Alderaan
Silence lingered between the two parties as [member="Rianna Ordo"] appeared to be pondering a response. The soft beeping coming from one of the pockets of the teenagers shattered that silence. Swiftly, the teenage male retrieved the device, scanned the message, and promptly deleted it before speaking...to no one in particular. "The Deceiver commands us to abort the operation. The Jedi is no longer of consequence." The boy was, of course, not the team leader. Cameron's message had been routed through at least two others before reaching the party on the ground. Though it did beg the question...were they merely among the population of Alderaan or somewhere else altogether?
Largely irrelevant seeing as they had not come to Alderaan on any personal vessel. Nor had they skirted any security procedures. They hadn't even brought any weapons with them. What purpose would it have served? They were not here to engage every noble house on the planet, de-escalatory thought he planet of Alderaan and the Republic generally were. At best, they were criminals that, perhaps, would end up incarcerated by Alderaanian Security before they could leave the planet. They'd accounted for that, and it was a principal reason they brought no materials with them that could identify them as a part of anything. Hell the only weapons they presently had were steak knives taken from a restaurant they'd eaten at upon arrival.
Unfortunately, the children...were not in on the plan. If they were taken from the group, there was a good chance they would eventually say something that was not useful to anyone. At least...not to any of the Crusaders. Prior to any action being taken, a shot ran out and the elder man was without a hand. He cried out in pain for a brief moment, but his rage quickly ebbed away the pain and he clamped his mouth shut. Focusing his eyes on Rianna, he managed a pained expression and brief words as he was about to pass out. "Unwise, Jedi. You know why." Perhaps...the Mandalorian thugs that, apparently, now ran all of House Organa security had called the local police forces and were then asked to take action? Because, you know, that was at least somewhat logical unlike the stated reason for their acting based upon the circumstances of the group's arrival.
Acting flawlessly, the two teenagers produced the steak knives they'd been concealing and swiftly slit open the throats of the children. No screams were heard as their vocal chords were severed before Rianna's very eyes. Immediately following, the knives were plunged into the hearts of the children and twisted. There was no hope for continued life for them. Resolutely, the two teenagers and the elder female simply turned and began to walk away. As the elder female released the device in her hand, it was obvious the apparent bomb vests...contained no explosives whatsoever. A bluff, a shot to the hand, and two dead children.
Whoever the group was...it would be clear to anyone that their fanatical devotion was deadly bordering on psychotic. The truth...the latter was only a trait upheld by those that followed the Deceiver...and accepted their lives were inconsequential to his overall plans.
[member="Ordo"]
((OOC: Enjoy kiddos - don't tag me in responses, I'm out.))
