When One Door Closes... || Open to CIS

[Kyyrk]

3630 BBY, SOMEWHERE NEAR ILUM​

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The mood aboard the Confessor was somber. Solemn. No one dared enter the commander's chambers. Not after she'd almost killed the prisoner. In fact, the crew was beginning to wonder why they even bothered taking the prisoner to begin with. He was a murderer. A murderer of Sith, at that. But, he sat in his cell quietly. A medical droid tended to his wounds, but only because Sovryn did not want him dead yet. The air grew still around him. Cold. The prisoner sat up, brow furrowing under his visor as he glared at the figure standing outside his cell. "What do you want?" The figure regarded him quietly for a moment, then asked the question plaguing the minds of all aboard the Confessor. "Why?"

That was the question of the day, wasn't it? Why? Why'd he do it? Why did he kill him? "It was my duty."

"He was your superior."

"And some would say he was yours too."

"I tried to save him!" the woman snapped, anger flaring up at the insolence of her prisoner.

"You defied orders."

The woman was silent for a moment. The prisoner smirked. He had been there. He knew what had been asked of her. Asked of them all. But it hadn't gone to plan. None of this had. "I suppose this means you'll execute me?"

"No. You'll stand trial--"

"So what?" The prisoner stood, and walked to the door of his cell. "You said if I crossed you again, you'd kill me. What's stopping you now? He sure isn't."

The woman's eyes flared at the insult, and her hand jerked up, backhanding the prisoner with the Force, sending him reeling. "How dare you speak of him that way! He is lost to us because of you!" The woman turned, and began to storm out of the brig. She began barking orders to her officers, but paused as the prisoner called after her. "It's what he wanted, and you know it!" She wanted to strike him down then and there. But she didn't. She couldn't afford to lose more Sith this day. The door slid shut behind her, and she made her way back to her quarters. Laid upon the bed was the remains of the murdered. Perfectly healthy, save for the lightsaber wound in his chest. Sovryn sat down on the edge of the bed, looking his form over one last time. His armor had been removed, leaving the man clothed in only a simple tunic. She reached up to brush a strand of hair out of the man's face. Her mind was racing. Why? Why couldn't he have just done what he was told? Sovryn sighed. She stood, and took a syringe of his blood. She'd need more, but this was as good a place to start as any. "Medical team to the captain's quarters. We've work to do."

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PRESENT DAY, KAMINO ORBIT, CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS SPACE​

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All was quiet above the rumbling oceans of Kamino. It might have been a pleasant day amid the stormy ocean, but there was trouble brewing. Everyone could sense it. Something was looming. Something was coming. And just like that, the silence was broken. A ship was incoming. Two more. Three. Soon, a small fleet had entered Kamino space and begun deploying fighters. But before the ocean world could rally defenses, a transmission was received. Asking for help. The ships were not here to attack. They were taking defensive positions.

Aboard the bridge of the flagship, Voph stood in full battle armor. "Broadcast distress signals, they'll be jamming us soon as they arrive." He was nervous, and rightfully so. It had been some time since he'd made contact with the civilized galaxy. Almost a year if he was not mistaken. He was taking a gamble here. This could get him in a fair amount of trouble if he was wrong. But the disturbance in the force was unmistakable. In his time away, he'd confirmed his worst fears. Arbra hadn't been a random attack. And Kamino had been selected as the next target. A warning surged through the Force. It was strong enough that not only could Voph sense it, he was willing to wager every Force Sensitive in the system could feel it. Then, it was upon them. Voph's mouth opened in surprise. His fleet was staring down a massive ship. A Harrower. But larger than any ship Voph had ever seen.

Voph never got the chance to open fire. A barrage of bolts rocked the ship, and alarm bells began to ring. The crew instinctively returned fire, and the fighters streaked forward, seeking targets among the cloud of interceptors the massive ship had launched. Voph steadied himself, pulling back to his feet with the chair beside him. "Damage report?" "Shields holding but we can't take many hits like that, sir!" Voph moved around his chair and sat down. "Move the destroyers out front, full point defense spread. Carriers, fall back behind the Arbitration. Communications, tell me you got that distress signal out." "Affirmative, sir. Ship is jamming us so we are unable to send additional signals." Another barrage struck the ship. Voph already knew that the damage should have been much worse. They were toying with them. He turned, and yelled back to his tactical officer, "Send the squadrons after the guns, the more shots we take the quicker they kill us."

Then Voph paused, the blood in his veins turning to ice as dread washed over him. The holoprojector had activated, and a voice filtered through the air, sickly yet sweet. "I should have known you'd be standing in my way." Voph recognized that voice. He stood slowly, turning to face the projector. "Sovryn." "Cheers, love. It's been a while." Voph summoned his lightsaber to his hand, ready to lash out at the holoprojection. "Now now, my dear, you and I both know you can't hurt me from all the way over there. And if you hurt me...I'd want to hurt you...And we both know you don't want that..." The petite woman smiled evilly. "I'll make you a deal, love. Surrender yourself to my crew, I'll let your people live, and I'll let you pick the targets for the next ritual." She offered Voph a flirtatious wink, as the ship rocked under another barrage. "What do you say? You always knew we worked best together...Even if you always were the dumb one..."

Voph stood silent for a moment, then turned without bothering to speak to her. "Leave your armor and weapon behind, love! I'll see you soon!" she trilled as the hologram fizzled away. "Prepare a shuttle. We will submit to her demands. I have to do this." He turned to his tactical officer, and gestured towards the captain's chair. He was in command now. "If the CIS arrive, tell them to open fire. With or without me on board. She must be stopped." As he now flew towards the looming dreadnought, he offered up a silent prayer to whatever deity was watching. He was beginning to remember. And Sovryn did not bring back pleasant memories...

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

She was on watch, scrolling through different wavelengths, looking for any distress calls that the CIS maybe of assistance for. Stretching, she groaned at the soreness of her muscles. Just a few hours prior she had her ass handed to in hand-to-hand combat training. Resting her arms on the desk she was humming a little tune to herself when she saw a light pop up on one of the frequencies.

Curious, she accepted the frequency transmission and the only thing she could hear was a general distress call for Voph's personal cruiser. Her eye's went wide, she hadn't heard from him in awhile. She transmitted the calls to her superiors and immediately wrote a correspondence saying she will head out to help him in anyway. She connected her comms to the ship.

"Hello, this is Lis'Ra Fennick of the Confederacy reaching out to the flagship! Do you copy?" she called out hastily. She fitted the head-set more tightly as she spoke. She tried to find surveillance so she could get a better view, but sadly the only thing she could hack into was her room if she locked herself out.

[member="Voph"]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Almost as if they were waiting for this, a Star Destroyer and its escort ships hyperspace into the space above Kamino a bit after Voph's shuttle launched. Kamino was the source of the clones that Dauntless used to bolster its numbers. Powerful communication arrays went active as the Angelic Fury opened its massive hanger bays. It pushed through the jamming, and communicated with the planet, and Voph's fleet, as fighters and bombers poured from the ship. The ship had opened fire on Voph's fleet, and was endangering CIS space. The CIS would never allow a ship of this size to exist in its own space outside its own command. Besides, Allya wasn't having any of it. She was an instinctual creature, who took her cues from the Force. Besides, she could feel Voph's familiar presence, and the danger coming from the SSD.

On the planet, massive ion cannons and turbolasers opened fire blasting the SSD's armor, and the long range turbolasers on the Angelic Fury and her escorts began to pound into the larger ship. It didn't take long for her to organize the defense fleet, and soon smaller ships began to move in with Voph's fleet, as swarms of fighters, and anti-star fighter corvettes sought to relieve the besieged fleet from the interceptors. Compared to the massive ship, these new ships were tiny, however, the command power of the Angelic Fury was nothing to laugh at. As it fed communications, and sensor data to each ship, their shots became more and more accurate, targeting the larger weapons on the ship, and external shield generators.

Fighters blocked the interceptors, and bombers began strafing runs against the behemoth. It was like a dance: Distract, target, weaken. When the ship had a significant gap in part of its shields, and weapons, then, and only then, would the real attack begin. The pod blasting catapults would begin to fire boarding pods at the ship. Moving quickly through space, at velocities usually saved for missiles, the pods spear like tips pierced through the hull, and opened up. Sabotage droids poured out into the ship, destroying, and killing crew quickly. They would begin targeting vital systems, to bring the ship to a halt, as fast as possible.

As the Commandos and Troopers also entered the ship in this way, they spread out and began targeting shield generators, weapons consoles, engines and hyperdrive. Out of one pod, Allya popped into the corridors of the Destroyer, her team of troopers and commandos with her. Moving into the halls of the ship, saber was ignited, and blaster held up. “Form up on me! We are taking out the head of this.” Her comm range out, echoed through a transceiver in the pod, connected to the Angelic Fury, to give it a broader range. “Enemy Ship, I am Adjudant Vexia of the Dauntless. You are guilty of aggression in CIS space. The punishment is execution. However, if you desire a trial, power down the engines, shields and weapons of the ship immediately. If you do not, it will be taken by increased force.”

There was no way to get out this without surrendering, or death. The war was already upon this ship. Mind sought out Voph, trying to sense him in all the insanity going on. However, her mind tried to remain focused on the mission. Disable the ship.


[member="Lis'Ra Fennick"]
[member="Voph"]

 

[Riley Reese]

Riley strolled down the hallway, sticking to a familiar path as to keep her mind on other things. Such as checking the prosthetics in her left forearm. She had noticed a slight catch in her wrist movements during hand to hand combat training earlier. Luckily it was an easy fix and she had already solved most of it.

A sharp tug at the back of her mind drew her attention away from her prosthetics. The feeling of something wrong radiated in the force, but she wasn't sure what. She had only recently learned she was force sensitive and was still unsure what it was telling her half the time. Now, however, the feeling was something she recognized quickly.

Riley scanned the hallway trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from. T only thing nearby was the communications room. Was that where this feeling was coming from? Riley carefully entered the room incase something was waiting on the other side. The only person in there though was [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"], a woman she recognized from training earlier. She seemed distressed as she called to someone over her headset. Riley stepped further into the room as she wondered if whatever had Lis'ra so worked up, could have been what she felt in the force. "Is something wrong?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Why were the bigger ships always the ugliest? Though to be far the non-Sephi of the Galaxy seemed to not understand the art of making a warship that was pleasurable for the eye to look at, but this one was just ghastly. Like some inept child was it’s designer: but it was far from a concern. It would break like anything else.

[SIZE=11pt]As seemed to be the usual lot, Lirka had been sent in with her savage assault forces to rip the vessel apart: no mercy, no prisoners, not even scrap. But she wanton destruction had become her purpose and she could not fault them for taking that as her use: but such thoughts were quickly pushed aside as the Sephi and her army were hurled into the massive craft. The Marshal entirely unflinching as defense cannons left some of her boarding craft nothing more than fireballs and space debris. With a jeering crash the pod connected into a hallway, dispensing Lirka, her Guard, and a cadre of B2 Super Battle Droids,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was no Powersuit for today, instead the crew were forced to deal with a whirling blur that glowed a deep emerald fire: moving like the true agent of death she was, a horrible bounty of fleeing bodies was already being reaped by the nimble handful of Sephi.[/SIZE]

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

Lis'Ra stumbled in her seat a bit when she felt the ship shake. She glanced [member="Riley Reese"] for a moment before ripping off her headset. "Screw this. We're under attack." she looked back at Riley who was still standing there. She recognized the girl from training only hours ago. How peaceful it felt only hours ago, no one had thought they would have to fight. She pushed her short hair back into a meager looking ponytail and stood up from the chair, she made her way over to the woman standing at the door.

She gave her a grin and reached beside the girl and grabbed the E-11s leaning against the wall. "There's a ship in distress, another ship that's not supposed to be here, and I know for a fact that [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] is going to leave me behind to go fight, and I'm tired of being here. Wanna come?" she raised a brow eagerly at the girl across from her with a wild look on her face.

 

[Riley Reese]

A small tremor traveled through the ship, causing Riley to stiffen. She knew what it was caused by and what it meant. Her eyes locked onto [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"] as she stood up and said they were under attack.

Riley gave the woman a nod when asked if she wanted to join her. A small grin tugged at her lips when her sisters name was mentioned. "I will join you. And, yeah, my sister doesn't really like to sit around and wait."

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

Lis'Ra grinned at [member="Riley Reese"] comment. Then she raised a brow, fully registering what the younger girl said.

"Wait? Allya has a sister?" Lis'Ra paused for a moment, she twirled her rifle on the ground for a moment thinking. "Wait. Don't answer that. We need to go before she leaves both of our sorry asses here." Lis'Ra commented turning to look at the distress signal. Picking up the rifle from the ground, Lis'Ra checked it over once more before passing Riley and turned towards the bridge where she hope Allya would be.

"Let's go."

 

[Kyyrk]

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3630 BBY, DROMUND KAAS, IMPERIAL CITADEL​

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Deep within the citadel, the ministers convened for war. Zakuul had been defeated, and the brief respite that had come with it was crumbling around them. Sovryn stood among the Darths, looking at the holoimage they were being shown. "We've received reports that the Republic has begun ventures into the black regions as well, but seem content to explore other sectors of the world, leaving our scouting parties relatively unaffected." The officer manipulated the image to zoom in on one sector in particular. "We're receiving reports from Legacy Squadron that our findings were correct, and there is a device of considerable power output in this area. It draws power from the star that Iokath is built around, leaving us to conclude that whatever this device is installed in would be powered by the very stars."

The officer turned to look at Sovryn as he continued. "In summary, the power source is viable. Empress Acina has given the word. Project Confessor is a go." Sovryn nodded. "I'll begin preparations at once. Anything more?" The officer nodded. "Captain Ulgo wished to see you in your office." Sovryn felt a chill run down her spine. Captain Ulgo? What would he want with her? And more over what was he doing here?

Mere moments later, Sovryn stepped into her office, a fire in her eye. "Report, Captain. What caused you to leave your post?" The man turned to look at Sovryn, offering a slight bow as she entered. "I bring news from the front. There is a report primed and ready to send, but we thought it wise to notify you first." Sovryn plucked a cigarette from her desk and lit it. "And?"

"Legacy is gone."

The cigarette hit the floor as Sovryn's hand found the man's throat. "You failed me!" she screamed at the young Alderaanian. "He...stole away...in the night, my lord..." Ulgo gasped for breath. "We tracked him for as long as we could..." Sovryn lurched forward, throwing the man against the wall. Due in some part to her natural strength, and the Force's aid, the wall dented slightly. A snap-hiss heralded the red glow that soon illuminated the room. Ulgo looked up in fear. "Please, spare me! I'll find him!"

Sovryn didn't care. Amidst the stench of burning flesh, she spat at the corpse that now lay on her office floor. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone. Once the Confessor was done, she'd find the both of them. It didn't matter. She had time.

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PRESENT DAY, KAMINO ORBIT​

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The minute the Angelic Fury dropped out of hyperspace, it was buffeted with a barrage of turbolaser fire. The Confessor was taking no prisoners. Nor was it showing mercy. And it was ready. The moment the Sabotage droids began pouring into the ship, the crew responded. A host of stormtroopers and Sith halted the first wave in its tracks. But the one known as [member="Lirka Ka"] was different. A force Sensitive was not as easily repelled. But they didn't have to stop her. Not in the slightest.

As this was all taking place, Voph had been brought to his new quarters aboard the ship. His hands were bound, his armor and lightsaber having been surrendered at Sovryn's demand. The very same room he'd drawn his first breath in. Voph now stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Sovryn. She only appeared to be in her mid-twenties, but Voph knew better than to think she was really that young. She had been several hundred years old even when they had known each other before. And yet for the life of him, Voph could not remember how he'd learned this.

Sovryn smiled sweetly at him as she walked towards him, a flirtatious look creeping into her features. "Just as breathtaking as I remember. Even if you have messed it up a bit." She giggled as her hand drew across the scar across Voph's face. Voph made no move to stop her. "Course you never were the one to sit there and look pretty." She grabbed Voph by the chin and pulled him into a kiss. "More where that came from later, love. Just sit tight and let me run off these whelps standing in our way." She winked at him playfully, and practically bounced out of the room, trilling behind her to keep Voph under guard. And he made no move to stop it. Not yet. His time would come soon.

Meanwhile, ships were launched from the dreadnought. Landing ships. Filled with soldiers. Some were disabled, some were destroyed outright. But they were cutting a path straight through the defenders to the planet below. The Confessor certainly wasn't surrendering. If anything, they were increasing their attack...

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THE HARVEST HAS BEGUN

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[Riley Reese]

Riley went to answer [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"] when she voiced her surprise that Allya had a sister. She stopped when the other woman changed her mind and didn't want to know the answer to that. Riley shrugged and followed after Lis'Ra.

"So. Any idea who might be attacking here? They're making a very bold move if you ask me." Any enemy moving this far into Confederacy space was definitely in for quite the fight.

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

Lis'Ra glanced behind her to look at [member="Riley Reese"] as she shoved past people. Shrugging she turned her head back around. "Honestly, I don't know! Whoever they are, all I know is that they didn't just come here for the rain! But from the little surveillance I could scrounge up, the ship looks old, patched up, but technologically advanced." Lis'Ra was pushed against the wall by a big mechanic and she had to fight every urge in her to take him down with the butt of her rifle. Gripping her blaster tighter to her chest, she carried on, and kept glancing back at the younger girl every few moments to make sure they didn't separate.

Lis'Ra snuck a glance out a porthole as they ran by. She could see Voph's ship and then the stranger's ship across the way. Something was being shot out and sent towards them, "I think we're about to fight." she muttered not caring whether the girl heard her or not.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

When the firing got intense, the Angelic Fury pulled back, and just hammered the SSD with its long range turbolasers, rather than staying close to more powerful weapons. It shook and shuddered with every shot, but managed to stay on it's feet, slugging it out with the SSD, it launched more and more pods into the SSD, more and more droids, distracting the Sith and troops on the ship, while still trying to cause minor damage to its internals. They were a distraction, nothing more, the weakest of the droids in the ships arsenal.

The orbital cannons and fighters began targeting the landing craft. Shields went up around the major city-platforms, and droid ground forces were deployed to protect them. The planet went into emergency mode, the citizens were evacuated toward holding pods, that were much more protected, and the clones , while still not fully trained, grabbed weapons and armor, and stood up to defend their homes. It wouldn't stop the invasion, but it would slow it down a bit.

Onboard the Super Star Destroyer, Allya led one wing of the commandos, attacking the internal part of the ship. Two sith stood in her way. Blaster came up and fired, the first Sith trying to block it. Shot after shot went into the saber, until the force of the blows literally ripped it from his hands, a look of shock on his face. The next blast blew a hole in that same face. She was a hunter, and these were not even worthy prey, they lacked true discipline and training against people like her. Mandalorian Jedi Hunters....you out thought the opponent long before the battle ever began.

The second Sith rushed at her, now in a panic, knowing he couldn't just block the shots like normal. However, her clones took care of the panicked sith, as wave after wave of sonic blaster shots went into his body and he collapsed. It was simple. So over confident, and rarely thinking, the rank and file Sith were not really any harder than the Jedi, or an animal. There was a twitch inside of her as she could feel the danger approaching quickly. “We must hurry!” Several of her troops lay dead from the attack, however, they managed to reach through the outer security areas, and into more sensitive places.

Rushing forward, The girl dispatched foe after foe in front of her, powerful telekinetic blasts smashing down doors like a private wrecking ball. However, she had to admit to herself, she was quickly over exerting herself, in her own panic trying to stop the darkness approaching her sister's home world. Luckily Damsy wasn't here, or else the Sithling would be a lot less focused.

Blade decapitated a soldier rushing at her, his head rolled across the floor, however, she tried to not think about it much. Instead, her mind searched for Voph. She could feel him on the ship, and honestly felt like he was the best chance to get out of this mess. Some how, it felt like he was connected to all of this. One group of the Commandos went to disable the reactor, Allya led her droids and clones towards the feeling of where Voph was, striking down anything in her path. However, if she ran into more powerful Sith, she knew her tricks wouldn't work as well. Another reason to get the elder force user into her group. “Where are you....”

[member="Lis'Ra Fennick"]
[member="Riley Reese"]
[member="Voph"]

 

[Riley Reese]

Riley followed after Lis'ra down the crowded hallway. She had a little easier time with the crowd than the other woman, using the strength in her prosthetics to push her way through. From the way Lis'ra was talking, it sounded like there was only one ship, and an old one at that. Riley took a quick glance out of the porthole. To her surprise it was only one ship and a SSD at that.

"They most be bold, or real crazy to show up with just one ship. Even if it is that monstrosity." She needed to find Aylla before things got even worse. With a boarding party on it's way and heavy fire from the SSD, things were already not looking great.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Lis'Ra Fennick"]
[member="Voph"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph sat quietly. His head did not turn, his arms did not move. He just sat. The cuffs around his wrists were resting on his knees. His head was bowed, and he seemed....defeated. Shoulders slumped, breathing slow. The two Sith guarding him watched with cold interest. They'd heard of him, for sure, but they...expected more. Then, Voph looked up.

He sensed something. The girl. Adjudant Vexia. The CIS had arrived. And wasted no time boarding the Confessor. Voph reached out with the Force, guiding her to him. The Sith, of course, sensed this, and stepped forward, lightsabers igniting. Voph smiled. The guards closed the distance, one raising his lightsaber to strike at Voph. Then it happened. A strangled cry was emitted as the chair Voph had been sitting in moments before shattered under the impact of the blade. The Sith spun to find his companion in a headlock, the blindfolded warrior standing behind him. The Sith lunged forward, but it was too late. His companion lay dead on the floor, neck resting at an odd angle.

Voph brought his hands up towards the incoming lightsaber, letting it slice cleanly through the cuffs. The Sith raised a hand and lightning arced out of his fingertips. The blade of his fallen companion had found its way to the hands of Voph. The Sith began to falter and retreat. Voph moved forward, taking the single step he needed to cleave through the falling Sith. He paused a moment, then knelt down, rummaging through the guard's belongings, and collecting a Comlink. "Adjudant. You're late."

Voph stood and turned towards the door. "Whatever men you have, direct them to the main reactor room if they are not already en-route. I'll meet you there. Prepare yourself, Sovryn will not take kindly to this incursion."

[member="Riley Reese"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"] [member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

She finally made it to the bridge, she fell forward slightly when the door opened and she just kept going from the momentum of it all. Looking around wildly she stared down the bridge officer. "Hey! You!" she yelled out making her way down the two steps into the bridge. He stood to his full height and eyed down the crazy-eyed woman.

"I have a name you know." he gripped his clipboard tightly and she just rested her hands on her hip, trying to get her breathing back under control.

"And I don't care!" she retorted. "Where's [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] ?" she asked looking around the bridge, trying to find that damned mandalorian. Looking around all she could see was nicely dressed soldiers and officers milling about, studying the ancient ship across from them.

"She's not here. She went to the other ship," the officer pointed at the old ship, "she went after [member="Voph"] ."

Lis'Ra took a step towards the windows before looking back at [member="Riley Reese"] . "Your sister is going to be the death of me. Do you by chance know where the nearest pod is?" she asked looking around. She didn't know the ship, nor did she ever care to make time to learn it. Now, at this moment, she regretted not being more diligent in her studies. Gripping her blaster she bit her lip thinking.

 

[Riley Reese]

The bridge was alive with activity when Riley and Lis'Ra finally reached it. The officer seemed less then thrilled by what Lis'Ra had to say to him. Riley barely paid attention to the conversation between the two. Her focus was on the attacking ship, the one her sister was on now. She turned back to the other woman when she asked if Riley knew where the nearest pod was. As luck would have it, she did.

"Yes. Come on, we have little time to lose." She lead the way off the bridge towards the nearest launch bay. Once again, they found themselves pushing their way through the crowd of beings in the hallway. Finally they reached the launch bay where several pods were still being loaded. Without so much as a pause, she climbed into the nearest one.

Riley settled herself in and prepared for launch. Once both her and Lis'Ra were ready, Riley sealed the pod and activated the launch sequence. The pod shot out of the ship like a missile, streaking across the open space between the two dualing ships. Like a giant spear, the pod pierced the hull of the SSD close to the stern of the vessel.

The pod doors burst open, letting Riley, Lis'Ra and the small boarding party of clone troopers out. This part of the hallway seemed deserted, at least for now. She looked at Lis'Ra and gave a small nod before hitting her comlink to try and reach [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]. "Allya, do you copy? This is Riley and [member="Lis'Ra Fennick"]. We're on board the enemy vessel. Somewhere near the stern I believe."

 

[Lis'Ra Fennick]

Lis'Ra followed the younger girl as she navigated through the hallways. Her grip on the strap of blaster tightened as the overwhelming surge of people just exploded as they rounded a corner. But to her luck, or Riley's luck, or someone's luck they turned another corner and the hallway was and they were at the main hangar. Lis'Ra followed a few steps behind [member="Riley Reese"] as she just stared at the massive hangar in awe. She never really liked to explore outside of her compartment, her watch station, and the training area.

Hesitantly she followed Riley into a pod and strapped in as the door closed. She had to hold her blaster in between her thighs as the pod blasted off and towards the SSD just across the way. Closing her eyes, she took a few shaky breaths, she never really did like to fly. Cracking open an eye she saw Riley seemed rather calm as the tuber-lance fought against the pod. She didn't understand how this girl could remain so calm in the heat of battle, Lis'Ra always started with excitement, then panic, then determination.

She lurched forward as the pod crashed through the ancient ship. Lis'Ra barely had time to unbuckle before the door opened and everyone flooded out and fell into their ranks. The only two that didn't fit in with the puzzle-piece like formation of the troopers was Lis'Ra and Riley who butted their way through and stood at the head of the group. She gripped her gun tighter as Riley tried to make contact with her sister, the hallway was deserted, but down the hall Lis'Ra could see a door with a small porthole, and through that porthole was chaos on a whole other level, and she could only begin to imagine how long it would take before whoever was on the other side of that door had the idea to come through.