When History Deletes Itself [CIS Dominion of the Christophsis]

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mine
Objective: #4
Post: #5

As the final few shots lanced into the encroaching invaders, Derek dropped empty power cell slammed another cartridge. Looking over the battleground he sighed. He wasn't a man that enjoyed death nor reveled in bloodlust, yet he had a job to do and he did it. The men formed up and he nodded to them before clapping the lieutenant on the shoulder heading back to the mine's entrance. Bodies decorated the ground in a vicseral scene of war. Lives snuffed out. And yet to do otherwise would have had innocents who were merely doing their job fall into the throws of death in their place. And that was unacceptable.

At entrance his guard mingled the native forces to begin barricading in case of future attacks. Reports began to come about a CIS aerial contingency assisting the ground troops. Nodding he took the towel offered and began to wipe the grime off his hands and face. Turning to say something to one of his soldiers from Siskeen he paused he heard the rowdy talk from two of the mine's guards. "Man, you didn't see her. I'd love to be her diplomatic liason." The other guard laughed before speaking. "I heard kiffar women can be crazy in the sack, and with her pale skin and dark hair she would be an exotic, know what I'm saying?"

The two men let out a rolling laugh that trickled off as the red tinged eyes of Derek feel upon them, a scowl etched n good face. Lucian, the sergeant of his personal guard saw the look. "Viceroy Dib, what is wrong?" Swinging the blaster rifle behind his back Derek tossed the rash to the ground turned to the entrance of the mine.

"Kiffu has no diplomats."

Reaching across to the Enforcer pistol in the shoulder holster he ensured it was sitting loosely before inquiring where the two "diplomats" had gone. With the information Derek moved in with Lucian at his side.

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Lola An'Arach"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Kallisto Mines
Objective: Protect the mines from looters (and steal)
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Ignis Imura"] [member="Saria Messoa"] [member="Koda Zaylr"]
Post: 6

She expected the whisper in her ear to be something a little flirty and sultry, one of Averin's patented and entertaining quips, but it was anything but.

“Huh? No diplomats?”

Lola appeared confused for a moment, trying to recall her childhood and the Kiffar government structure, but truthfully she was such a young girl when she’d been ferried off to Indupar by the Wynns. She barely knew anything about her own race or even origins beyond the faded memory of her mother, Azah.

“Oh Cap’n. Oh feth, feth, feth. I think I made a big mistake.”

Obviously, Lola. A fatal mistake maybe.

“I can fix this. I can,” she said suddenly looking around, but not knowing how to fix it at all. So far they were unaccosted, but she could hear footsteps behind them. And then the footsteps became more hurried. “I have this under control.” She drew out her bamboo pipe and chewed on it, a nervous habit, but one which helped her to think of what to do next.

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Kallisto Mine
Objective: Protect the mine, collect a tip
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"] | [member="Derek Dib"]
Post: 5

Averin watches as the light of understanding sparkles into Lola's eyes. The moment it does she starts swearing venomously. It might have been funny if their lives weren't potentially at risk. Unlike his young wife, he didn't show any signs of being bothered though, which was good. The guard leading them might have been concerned if they both started swearing and panicking.

"Lola, don't forget what I taught you. Remember the three C's, Composure, Confidence, and Competence. If you go freaking out then that will blow our cover long before someone with sense finds us. You say you can get us out of this, well take a breath and think. What do we do?"

The almost casual way he is talking might make her think he already has a plan. That he has one and he is just testing her to see if she can come up with one on her own. He really hopes that's how she takes it since that would doubtless help her calm down. However, the truth was he didn't have a plan. If she'd told him what she was going to do before she did it he might have one but as it stands they were kind of in a sticky wicket if their cover was blown.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: landing pad near mine entrance.
Objective: secure the entrance, quash any possible resistance from looters
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"]

The landing pad was strewn with the dead and injured, those foolish enough to try and resist were overwhelmed by the superior number of droids. One crew had fallen back to their landing ramp and were holding out in futile resistance, when Daxton stepped forward to demand their surrender. Their response was barrage of blaster fire, fortunately Daxton was wearing a bosy shield and it bore the brunt of the attacks.
Raising his hand, palm facing the smuggler scum, he tapped into his mastery of the Force and drew the air from their lungs.

One by one they fell, gasping futilely for air as Daxton gazed at them with merciless eyes, then he fired the heavy blaster carbine on full auto, pulverizing the dying smugglers in punishing barrage of blaster fire. The Sith did not release trigger until the magazine was empty and the barrel was pulsing bright orange from overheat. Nothing remained of the enemy, save scorch marks and greasy stains on the ferrocrete.

After that, resistance ground to a halt as the enemy sought mercy by laying down their weapons and surrendering. Those that did surrender were disarmed, and placed under guard while given medical treatment for their injuries. The dead remained where they were, probably a clean up crew would arrive to dispose of the corpses at a later time.

Dropping the weapon to ground, Daxton awaited for reports from scout as to what the situation was at the mine entrance.

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mine
Objective: #4
Post: #6

Moving down the tunnels he headed in the direction that the guard had motioned to where duo had gone. A few steps behind Lucian followed, the blaster rifle held the ready. Turning a corner he saw the guard with two people following closely behind, a man and woman. Quickening his pace he closed the gap between them.

"Friends, I hear you have come from Kiffu. What has brought you here? I see you don't have the typical markings of a kiffar, you must be from Clan Voss on your father's side where we get our tattoos, we don't wear markings thankfully."

His welcoming smile crossed his face as he finished traveling the distance and held his right hand out in a greeting. The comlink beeped with an incoming transmission, yet he was focused on meeting these diplomats. Lucian planted his feet and looked between three.

"I'm Derek Dib, viceroy of Siskeen. And you are?"

[member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Lola An'Arach"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Mines
Objective: Try not to kark up the mission
Allies: [member="Averin An'Arach"]
Unknown: [member="Derek Dib"]
Posts: 7

"Right. Deep breath," Lola whispered. She really hoped that Averin had a plan because she sure as poodoo didn't. But he was right. She needed to stop babbling and just improvise.

Derek's baritone startled her but she gave him a beaming smile, slightly fake, but hopefully as fake enough to pass for some kind of politician. If I am to make this lie work, I need to rely on facts that I already know, she thought.

"Oh pardon me. I meant to say a diplomat from Indupar. Forgive me I'm very nervous to meet the esteemed Princess Kallisto. The name is Lola Wynn... yes, those Wynns." Hopefully he would recognize her father's trade company as it was fairly well known up and down the Rimmel Trade Route.

The man smiled which disarmed her. She glanced momentarily at Averin and said, "This is my assistant, also from Indupar."

And then she felt a strange affinity... or was it curiosity over the Viceroyal's heritage. "Are you from Clan Voss? I honestly was taken... I mean moved from kiffar as a very young girl. That's the reason for my lack of markings."

Hopefully Averin would add a bit more believable details to the ruse and they would be on their way.

 

[Ignatius]

Objective 4: Defend the Mines, Approval from Metus
Location: Mines
Gear: Linked in Character Sheet
NPC: Kinta Saud
Post: 4

OOC: Apologizes for the late response. RL is kicking my ass.

I heard the command of the Viceroy as he wanted the troops to pinch what remained of the forces. Looking up over the top of the rock formation, I ducked right back when I saw a bolt headed right for me. It took a moment for me to try and get up to see the troops moving once more. The troops in the middle seemed to be having some trouble. Feth. This was a stupid idea, but it had to be done.

Standing up, I took some steps quickly out into the line of fire. Focusing upon the force, I opened my arms. Kinta literally screaming at me, and in my mind as well. Telling me that I was an idiot. I used this concentration to claim dominion over the blaster fire around me. Fire was a heat source right? I mean, plasma was close to that right? Using both Telekinesis as well as Fire shaping, I grabbed the bolts that were headed for my allies, headed for me. I got slammed hard by a bolt. Looking at my chest, I saw that Kinta had created a force bubble around me.

She shook her head at me. Staying in cover as I got up again. Using the anger and rage from failing the first time, I tried it again. Focusing upon the bolts once more, I started to wrap one or two. Letting the momentum to fly around me, and back at the enemies. I missed the first few, then I concentrated on the enemies. Hitting a few more, and finally getting some. I was taking a lot of fire. Kinta was protecting me from the bolts I missed my grip on, or couldn't grab at all.

I was painting myself as one massive target as the firing died down. Once I was done, I grew suddenly tired, and exhausted. Reminding me of my training with my father where we would run over twenty kilometers a day. I felt sore all over, and like my head was on fire. Pounding. Falling to my knees, I breathed in as Kinta came to my side while others were dealing with the remains of allies and enemies. The Viceroy had given me the command to seek out the people who just joined us, but there was no way I could do that now.

"You idiot."
"That I am."

[member="Averin An'Arach"], [member="Lola An'Arach"], [member="Derek Dib"],

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Mines
Objective: Stop his wife from getting them both killed
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"]
Other: [member="Derek Dib"]
Post: 6

Much to Averin's non-surprise they managed to last all of five minutes before someone found them out. The person that came to great them was no less than a Viceroy. At present, the man wasn't ordering his guards to capture or kill them which was good. However, the man was also a kiffar by his own admission and a politician. so the odds of him not knowing Kiffu had no diplomats was somewhere between laughable and oh kark they were so dead. Then his wife did the absolute worst thing you can do when you are caught in a lie. She backtracked.

When you are conning someone you never backtrack. The key to making someone believe you was to keep your story consistent. To be so certain about your own lie the other person might even question if they were the ones that got it wrong. If you backtracked and changed your story that devastated the entire foundation the lie was built upon and made things dangerous. In this case, it was almost their only option though it would have been better to accuse the guards of misunderstanding rather than say she misspoke. Well when life gives you lemons, set up a lemon stand and convince people to over pay for them.

"Greetings Viceroy." Averin says bowing respectfully. "I am Lady Wyn's assistant, bodyguard, and translator. You will have to forgive her if she misspeaks, she is new to her position and the violence outside was quite unexpected. I had to cut a path through the fray just to get us to these mines." That was something that could be verified by the guards outside which would at least confirm they weren't with the pirates. Though he doubted this man would be sold on the lie Lola was trying to tell in a panic. Still, it might buy him time to think of a better idea that didn't end with them in jail. Why the kark had she even want to see the blasted princess anyway?

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mine
Objective: #4
Post: #7

He looked between the two as they spoke in turn to him. Clarifying statements meant to dissuade him from his suspicions merely added fuel to the fire of doubt within his mind. Shifting ever so slightly he placed his hands on his hips, near his slung rifle as he contemplated the information for a moment.

"So that was you during the battle strafing from the turret earlier? I was in the thick of it and, if it was, the assistance was appreciated. And it is a pleasure to meet the team of you. However, as I'm told I can be rather forward and mean no disrespect, i do not believe you."

Behind him he felt the tension from Lucian as the guard tilted the rifle in their general direction. Holding up his hand, Derek shook his head at Lucian while watching the duo.

"While I do not believe you have malicious intent, the facts remain. Neither Kiffu or Kiffex have diplomats. You have admitted to being taken, excuse me, leaving Kiffu at a very early age which means you would be unfamiliar with their political hierarchy well as not having enough experience to feel roots on Kiffu. The Wynns are, indeed, from Indupar which would mean that would be the planet you most likely would identify with. So why the mistake?"

Eyes focused on the male as he took in the way they were standing, attempting to decipher any hidden clues.

"Most assistants to new political offices announce their patrons, correct misrepresentation, and bodyguards tend to keep their charges out of danger then lead them into it. So who are you and what business do you have here? Or are you an attempt at a clever decoy by the raiders to insert and insinuate several members into the mine?"

While he didn't believe the duo meant harm, the inconsistencies in their stories were disconcerting.

[member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Lola An'Arach"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Mines
Objective: Try not to kark up the mission
Allies: [member="Averin An'Arach"] [member="Ignis Imura"]
Unknown: [member="Derek Dib"]
Posts: 8


On one level Lola found it highly amusing to watch her husband play the part of her assistant as though she were the Princess Kallisto herself. On another, she was still quite terrified of the both of them being arrested or executed as was the fate of other pirates around them.

And when Viceroyal Dib said he didn’t believe them, Lola felt stomach acid rise up into her esophagus.

“It was a slip of the tongue, Sir… Lord… Your Highness… whatever you are.” She cringed inwardly feeling Averin’s eyes upon her, knowing if he could tranquilize her with his pupils he likely would. Chewing on her bamboo pipe, pretending it could give her magical powers of courage, she cocked her hip at Derek and said, “Look, we are here to help, but I just wanted a look around. I mean there’s a Princess here, and I wanted to see if she was as beautiful as the rumors say.”

She blinked her long-lashes and attempted her best conciliatory look at the Viceroyal. “This is my husband, not my assistant, and he’s incredibly mad at me right now for my silly folly of catching a glimpse of the royal on the premises. Trust me, we are not with the raiders. In fact…” Lola trailed off, digging in her pocket for a moment, pulling out a bubblegum wrapper first, and then the small flimsi she was looking for. “Here are our CIS papers. Take a look." She thrust them forward, daring Derek to take it, and for all intents and purposes, they were the legitimate papers stating the duo had been recruited by the Confederacy.

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: Mines
Objective: Hope his wife doesn't get them killed
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"]
Unknown: [member="Derek Dib"]
Post: 7

Lola did what every inexperienced con artist did when faced with overwhelming evidence of their own lies. She gave in and told the truth. Well, at least this time the truth was actually fairly innocuous. He still had no idea why his wife had decided to try and get them in to see the princess, during a siege no less, but it was the truth. But hey maybe this Dib guy would take pity on two reckless young lovers just looking to see someone famous? He didn't seem like a total nerfherder so it wasn't impossible.

Sighing he nods his head. "Well, cat's out of the bag now." He shakes his head and shrugs. "In all honesty sir, she decided to tell the guards she was a diplomat before I could even question it. She's adventurous like that. We weren't looking to cause any trouble. I was only here to help out since I am not bad in a fight and The CIS has been good to us. I was the one that made that turret go haywire as you guessed."

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: the mine
Objective: #4
Post: #8

Looking at the two as the story unfolded he couldn't help but to let out an amused smile. The two seemed to have dropped the facade a bit and it made him nod. Looking back at Lucian he tilted his head back the way they came then refocused back in the 'guests' as the guard moved down the tunnel a ways.

"I've met my share of royalty, princesses included. And despite popular opinion they are mere mortals. The only difference between them and a commoner is respect and power. But the only respect that matters is self respect. The only power that truly matters is making a difference."

Chuckling lightly he shook his head in amusement. The two still were up to something, but they were allies in this battle that made a difference. And, he mused, he wasn't viceroy in this system but merely a fellow Confederate. Speaking to the guard who was leading the couple he used his authorative voice.

"Give Lady Wynn and her, husband, a tour the facilities. And if you happen to cross the path of the princess give her the regards of Viceroy Dib and tell her about the heroic actions of these two Indupari who helped to affect the outcome of battle."

With a smile and a nod he turned to take his leave. Slowly moving down the tunnel he smirked at Lucian who was giving him a guarded look. The two had made a difference and Derek was going to allow them to continue along their path. We're they evil? He didn't think so. But he believed there were alterior motives. But that wasn't his problem. Pausing he looked back to the duo.

"Oh, and Lady Lola. My mother was the daughter of the Sheyf, chosen from clan Voss. I am kiffar, and trained by the Guardians. If you ever wish to learn of your home world and heritage, feel free to come to the Siskeen system. The two of you could be my guests. Until next time."

He gave a slight bow and moved back down the tunnel. It seemed conflicts on the planet were being resolved and his participation with his guard were no longer needed. As he moved back out the entrance he nodded his guard.

"Good job. Let's get ready to go home."

(Out)
[member="Lola An'Arach"] [member="Averin An'Arach"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Mines
Objective: Have a lovely, quaint tour of the mines with no looting
Allies: [member="Averin An'Arach"]
Posts: 9


Lola tried to lose the tense smile, but a trace of it remained on her tanned face. She supposed having an escort around the mine was better than ending up in a prison cell inside of it, but the chaperone thwarted her plan to break into the Princess’s safe.

Because obviously she had a lock box somewhere of her finest jewels, or so the kiffar imagined.

But when Viceroyal Dib offered to teach her of her heritage, a bright and genuine smile appeared upon her face. “That’s very kind of you. I actually might take you up on the offer.” There was so much her father had robbed from her, removing her from her home planet at such a young age, least of all her childhood.

Siskeen, right. She’d have to remember that and seek him out.

After she watched Derek leave, and the pair were given a tour - kind of boring as though Lola was in a stuffy Indupar museum - the kiffar whispered, “Don’t stay mad at me too long, Cap’n. I was trying to get us close to where the Princess holds her most precious valuables. I mean obviously she has some kind of crown or bracelets or feth, even bedazzled panties. But yeah, I could use some lessons in the art of subterfuge.” She gave him a wink to let him know that if he didn’t hold it against her she’d make it up to him in the Captain quarters on The Holdover. Awareness of her flaws at least was a good first step to improving upon them.

 

[Averin An'Arach]

Location: The Mines
Objective: Finish the tour and then gives his darling a lesson in subterfuge
Allies: [member="Lola An'Arach"]
Post: 8

Against the odds, Viceroy Dib decided not to just throw them in jail. He was too composed to let his relief show on his face but he felt it. Well, things could have gone better but they also could have gone much, much worse. Still, odds of them getting in to loot some crystals had dropped to almost nill. Which meant their net gain for this trip was his wife getting a tutor on Kiffar culture. Not a total loss but it would make paying for their new ship a hell of a lot trickier.

"Lola. Darlin. My North star. Love of my life." Averin says as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close. "If your plan is to rob someone. You don't usually ask to be lead to them first." Honestly, what had she been thinking. It would have been far better to get into the facility and find out where the princess was by splicing a terminal and then looting her chambers when the woman wasn't around. Getting lead straight to her would have been a disaster if that was her plan. After all, what would they have done? Taken the princess hostage? That would have called down waaaaaaaaay more heat than they could deal with.

Still, a tour of the facility was fine especially when they got to view the gem storage room, the mines, the processing chamber. Such wonderful places and Averin may have salvaged a few choice cuts for himself and his bride when no one was looking. He had very, very clever hands. Soon though they are ready to go and once out and back at the ship he grins. "Well, you have all kinds of lessons in your future." He says dumping pocketfuls of precious crystals onto the table. How he'd smuggled them out when they'd been searched and scanned thoroughly was anyone's guess.

[Exit Dom with Lola]

 

[Decimus]

Location: Capital City
Objective: 1
Post: 3

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Reinforcements at last? The thought had crossed the General's mind when reports from his Tactical Droid underling arrived within the command centre. He vaguely remembered the name Clarke, as if it were buried away deep within his memory banks, though current data processes were giving him....trouble remembering important facets of recent events, yet the mention of her name began to reboot his recollection protocols within his CPU. Was his memory bank suffering issues? Most certainly. Yet he could not and would not delay, his programming would not allow it. Christophsis and it's conquest were his present goal and he intended to complete it, if only for pride's sake.

His troops had finally broken through the defensive bunker ahead, and his convoy was quickly making it's approach towards the city's central parliament. They were met by volleys of enemy artillery fire. The planetary defence force had devoted a large chunk of their resources to form one final stand around the parliament building. Yet Aut-X would persist regardless. Swarms of various Battle Droids in their tens of thousands surged across the city towards the parliament building. A final push for victory. A glorious victory, for the Separatist Alliance.

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Christophsis wilds
Objective: BYOO (#justjartthings)
Equipment: In bio
Allies: @Lady Psyona
Post: 3

He listened to her explain to the keeper so far it looked satisfied which was a good sign it hasn't disappeared and locked off there way to get in and gain from it, Holocron keepers have a myriad of methods to allow those inside most involve combat some involve questions this one involved simple conversation choosing your words properly. He looked to the gatekeeper as it turned its attention to him it wanted to know what the rank meant and what made one worthy of such a title, He hopes his answer of the spirits choosing him would be satisfactory however he cant ignore it. ''The rank of Shaman that I have given means I run the part of Mandragora called the Jart, We are tasked simply with gathering and protecting and learning knowledge that comes our way, as for what makes me worthy of it that is something not even I know only that the spirits from the tome Chose who they want to be Shamans....and I was chosen in there eyes.''

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Christophsis wilds
Objective: BYOO (#justjartthings)
Equipment: In bio, Notable Item: Holocron From Metus
Allies: [member="Rapax"]
Post: 4

There was a quiet nod to Rapax as if the Guardian was satisfied with the man's response. "So you are members of this Jart, following a Force entity who dictates what you strive for. There are other Shamans who lead other groups, and you are simply the ones who bothered to open the holocron." Cadeus began to pace, like a caged beast waiting for the moment his handler let him loose. "But I still have one question for you." And in that moment, Grace felt as if she was under the microscope of some immense being, studying her as she would an insect. "You, Lady Psyona. You are a child of the Dark Side. It poisons you, eats at your soul. You say you are not light or dark, but you belong to the Darkness."

For a moment, the woman sat in silence, her eyes studying the holocron. This wasn't something she could brute force. The spirit would guard his vessel to the last, and she doubted it was something she could overcome. "And you said there is no light or dark, only intentions." The quiet, level voice she had held was beginning to fade, a rage like the fires of Chaos only restrained by the control she maintained. Slow, careful action brought the Sith to her feet. This was no time to lose her head. "Besides, I have no say in the matter. My people, though gifted in the Force, are forced down the Dark Path from day one." In her words was resentment. "'Vahl, grant us might for the long road ahead, for though we walk through the land of the outsider and heretic, Thy power will guide us.' A prayer from the old days, when they still followed the ancient faith. We are all cursed to Bogan's shadow. There was no other option if I was to pursue my gift." Her eyes were burning with something else now. "Are you, a Lord of the Sith, who let the Dark take him to try and unify the galaxy, to save it from destruction, really going to hound upon me for something I did not choose?"

Slim fingers balled into fists, and the Force began to well around her. If there was anyone not as well versed in the Force, it would have begun to sickening as dark waves began to swirl. The Sith glanced at her coldly, holding out a hand to stop her. "Yet you pursued this path to power. You sought it out, and you still do. After all, you are here. Why?"

There was not even a moment's hesitation in her response. "Because I saw firsthand what happens to the powerless. I saw what happens when you can't defend yourself." The words were pouring out faster than she could control. "I lost too much to not being able to defend myself." The dam would break soon, she knew. But she didn't care. She wanted to swing at him, to lash out, anything. "I WANTED TO PROTECT MY FAMILY!" The words shot from her mouth like thunder, seeming to echo across the canyons. Whatever thoughts the spirit held, it held back.

"And you, Rapax. You are tainted with the dark side, and yet you stand here like you were never Sith. At least the girl owns her corruption. You try and hide it. Why?"

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 1
Location: Opposing Lines
Doing: Disable enemy AAT
Post: 2

Two enemy defender dropped back down into cover as a series of blaster bolt hit around him, girding up the duracreet emplacements that were serving as the front line, "dammit, who are these new guys, the shoot really well and I can seem to get a single bead on their location, Max how ha- max where are you". The now lone combatant looked around, but his squad mate seemed to have vanished from existence, "How, when... do we has the enemy broken, where ar-" *swak*, the lone soldier fell to the ground unconscious as someone hand hit a pressure point on their neck , "Sleep now, the battle is over for you". Giving a quick look around Kurneai picked up the sleeping solider, placing him down in a secure location, and out of site of the enemy, "enemy combatant neutralized, now for those AAT, keep up the covering fire and distraction S team".

So far through this little operation Kurenai had not taken a single life, there was no need, these people where just defending their planet due to some silly malfunctioning droid, they where not the First Order, nor The Sith Empire. As the battle raged on elsewhere the seasoned commando stalked behind the enemy lines, ducking behind cover as new men raced to the front, either as replacements reinforcements or as supply runners, often enough people being carried back on stretches, not dead per say, but wounded. It seemed S team where doing a good job, but at the end of the day death where unavoidable, all she could do was try to limit that amount, hopefully with the AATs disabled and CIS forces closing in on each side they would surrender.

Crawling though shell holes and trenches Kurenai eventually made it to the first tank of 4 assigned to be taken out, the emplacement surrounded by several soldiers. most distracted by the enemy in front of them, "S team, draw fire from my position, make them focuses on you solely, I'll make a break and plant my Ion charges on the tank". "Roger that crimson, commencing in 3 seconds", Kurenai waited for the countdown in her head, before sprinting out of cover, at the exact same time the enemy squad leader spotted S team, ordering his men to fire, laving a wide enough opening.

Kurenai slid underneath the tank, placing the ion charge underneath is before rolling out the other side and back into cover behind a few crates, the noise of the tanks main gun going off muffling her movements, 'one down three to go'. "Status report everyone" "team 2, one tank rigged, no casualties, S team no casualties over... team 3, two tanks rigged, no casualties, S team one taken a shot, wounded but stable, team 4, three tanks rigged, no casualties, S team no casualties". "So far so good, lets just hope it stays that way".

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Location: Planetary Capital
• Objectives: 1 (Assist in assault) and 6 (Obligatory BYOO: Locate General Aut-X and determine his state)
• Equipment: Sword and Plate armor
• Bodyguards: Two Magnaguards
• Post 4

Reinforcements were amazing things when they finally arrived, the distinct blaster fire of the B2's and B1's ripping the air apart and providing Aya and the Magnaguards the opportunity they needed. The blasters ripped apart the air, as General Aya Clarke and her bodyguards, weapons in hand, ran from their cover to the small enemy group's position. The flurry of blows almost didn't exist in Aya's memories, she only recalled the blood staining her gauntlets as she cut apart blasters, and impacted her steel covered fist to their heads until they ceased fighting. Dead, unconscious, either fate left her safety intact and either fate suited her. The buzz of magnaguard staves thrummed by her side as began her march to Aut-X, now flanked by not only the two magnaguards, but an entire regiment of droids, each metallic step of her boots joined by the synchronized pounding of hundreds of feet.

As she began to approach the location supposedly containing Aut-X's mobile operations base, one last attempt by the locals that had slipped behind them attempted to stop her. Without time to prepare herself for a safer takedown, her steel cut the man down, though she prayed the boy would last long enough for medical staff from her reinforcements (considering the organic soldiers alongside her droids) to tend to him. For now she had to focus on, quite amusingly, meeting Aut-X for one of the few ocassions she would have ever met the droid, even if in those prior engagements she never met the droid beyond a name.

She spoke with the droids there, switching her comlink to the proper channel and now able to actually communicate with Aut-X instead of screaming into her mic to no avail, or having to shout through the MTT beside her. "Well this would explain, certainly, why you have not been responding General Aut-X. This is Clarke, I would hope you recall the name even if it has not been long. Perhaps you would enlighten me as to why you chose to change to such an old frequency for the CIS before I have to give my report?" The human's voice, with the ever present hint of a Twi'leki accent, spoke plainly to the droid in an attempt to restart the thing's memory. She had intended to simply ascertain his status, but she was running out of patience. They risked destroying a reputation if this persisted longer, not to mention the loss of life.


[member="Aut-X"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Mine entrance
Objectives: Secure the mine entrance and any outside facilities

No one posed any strong opposition to Daxton and cadre of battle droids. Such a blatant display of power really did not brook any resistance as the Sith Lord stood at the entrance of mines. Cold calculating eyes gazed at the cavenous tunnels as if trying to glean their secrets, before a young human female captain approached him to report. “My Lord Bane, the landing facilities are ours, as well as all the outside facilities. We have several dozen prisoners and labor droids are moving to engage phase two. Loading is proceeding as we speak.”

Yes, phase two of the plan was the most brazen part of this entire endeavor. Unlike the fools who came to raid for a crystal or two, the Sith Lord was seizing all the processed and mined crystals that were being stored in the above ground facility. Why think small when you could win big, right?

“Once ships have been loaded, begin lift off the Harbringer. The prisoners are to be released once we have completed our mission, their weapons and ships returned to them, provided they cause no problems. Captain, send three detachments of Combat Droidekas into the mines to see if any friendly forces require assistance. Dispatch the medbots as well to treat the injured and can someone please brew some tea?”

If the captain found the orders to be strange, she kept her opinions to herself and ran off to do the Dark Lords bidding.