Wookies, trandoshans, peace?... oh my... Hutt Cartel vs GR [Hutt cartel dominion of Trandosha]

[Moah]

OBJECTIVE: E
LOCATION: Over Hsskor
ALLIES : Cred its
ENEMIES: Heat
POST: 3

Moah returned to the city of Hsskhor, in less of a rush this time. Cartel ships had arrived. He directed his scanners to zoom in from a distance. Blasters shooting into the air, flaming vehicles, flags with symbols he didn't recognize and banners with words he couldn't read. Trandoshans were everywhere either wrecking their city or celebrating its independence. It was hard to tell which. The pilot didn't think any hotels would be open.

He considered doing another quick gun run but it looked things were good on that end. He wasn't certain he could land. It looked like it was turning into a nationalist revolt and he wasn't sure how non-Trandoshans would be treated. He couldn't fly past the Hutt fleet either. That might blow his cover. He continued scanning.

Bimp. Bimp. Bimp.

Muffled blaster shots. Moah swiveled his scanner to get a better look below him. In their enthusiasim some rioters had decided his ship would be fun to shoot at. Because if you're shooting up into the air already, why not fire at a big hunk of metal in it? He wasn't concerned by them. Them in particular, as it just sounded like small arms fire. But Moah had just made a shipment of heavy weaponry to the planet, which would be making it to the city soon. It included laser cannons that could do serious damage to his ship.

Bimp.

His cockpit filled with static from a lost scanner connection. The Trandoshans were justly famed as good shots. From several hundred meters one of them had managed to take his viewer out.

Those egg hatched lizard bastards.

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[member="Lady Kay"][member="Vynn Tranikor"][member="Ka-Aver"][member="Vinskk Revamp"][member="Solan Charr"][member="Cadan Tazi"][member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: C (Evacuate Councillors)
Location: Trandosha, Hsskhor Capitol Building
Allies: Republic, [member="Lady Kay"], Wookiees, Trandoshan Government
Enemies: Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan Rebels, [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Post Count: 4/20

Vynn breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the elders, flanked by a heavily-armed wall of Wookiee fur, came into view, making their way toward the landing pad. He could hear the sounds of fighting drawing closer and closer; they were practically on top of him now, which meant that at least one group of rebels or slavers had probably reached the capitol building. The smuggler had seen wookiees fight before, and he knew he wouldn't want to face one, but he had no illusions that the small honor guard defending the area could hold out for long; he'd seen Trandoshans fight, too, and the results were never pretty. It was time to haul jets and get everyone out of there.

His sigh caught in his throat when he caught sight of the woman accompanying the elders. He knew her from somewhere, knew those long brown locks and soft grey eyes. It took him a moment, but he remembered: she was that senator from Commenor, the one who was always speaking out against the Cartel. His stomach went for another loop. No wonder the Cartel was so interested in getting the local government killed; they'd take Trandosha and get rid of a longtime detractor. Two mynocks with one blaster bolt. The stakes were even higher than he'd realized. On the other hand, the gratitude of a senator was definitely a serious incentive.

Vynn stepped out from cover behind the ramp, hands held out to his sides and blaster holstered to show he meant no harm. "I'm the cavalry," he said, grinning. "Let's get you out of this mess." Stepping up toward the ramp, he beckoned the officials and their escort aboard. "Right this way, your... uh..." It occurred to him that he had no idea whatsoever how to address a Republic senator. 'Your Grace' or 'My Lady,' like he would have said to a noblewoman on Crina? 'Esteemed Public Servant,' in light of her status as a freely-elected official? "... your worshipfulness," he finally settled on, and cringed the moment he heard himself say it.

He just hoped they could get everyone aboard and blast off before the rebels made it up to the landing pad and blasted them. But at the pace the fossil-old Trandoshan elders were moving, he was starting to wonder if the sun would go supernova before they got to leave...

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Location: Outside/Inside the Capital Building
Objective: B
Allies: Hutt Cartel and Trandoshan brothers.
Enemies: Anything that is pelt material.
NPCs: Free-Eyes, 40 Slaver Soldiers, and the crew of the Black Talon.
Post: 6/20

*bzzt* "Strike Team, we have an orbital visual on Council en route to evac vessel." *bzzt*

The blast doors opened. Slavers flooded inside the Capital Building, rushing to find the quickest way to the landing pad. Darkgear was the first to respond to the information.

"So make 'em a carbon scorch on the pad!"

*bzzt* "Negative, Strike Team Sergeant. The lightest guns we have available would take you out as well at this range. Hutt Command recommends that you attempt to intercept them before they board the vessel." *bzzt*

Free-Eyes spoke into the comlink now.

"Fire up the Talon and make your way over here! If we can't nab them, just blow them out of the sky as soon as they get airborne!"

*bzzt* "Roger that, First Mate. We are en route to your location" *bzzt*

Just then, a slaver yelled, pointing at a doorway. "Over here! I found the door to the landing pad!"

Everyone simultaneously turned and rushed to the door. Some soldiers broke off in squads of three or four, looking for another entrance or vantage point they could flank the escort from. Vinskk and Darkgear made their way to the front of the group going through the main door while Free-Eyes searched for a terminal to slice into in an attempt to slow down the evacuation.

"On Vinskk! One, two, three!"

The Trandoshan kicked the door open...

[member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Solan Charr"]

(Edit: Sorry, Solan, I forgot you had your squad set up at the hallway! We can fix it by having the door that Vinskk kicked down lead into the hallway that leads into the landing pad. So my men would fight yours right now before reaching the actual pad. Sounds good?)

 

[Nyx]

Objective: B
Location: Some Dump Of A City
Allies: Hutts
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Post Count: 3/20
"A real pity. You have such promise."
Nyx had to admit, that wasn't something she heard everyday. Especially from a Jedi.
The young woman blinked in surprise, taken aback. Usually when she challenged someone, they reciprocated her aggression in full. To say that she was surprised by this turn of events was a bit of an understatement.

"Under my guidance you could be the very best Jedi you could be."
Suddenly, Nyx wasn't on that battlefield anymore. She was a child on Coruscant, staring at the night sky, imagining leading an army of Jedi to free the orphans of the street.
Then she was twelve years old, holding her best friend as his blood leaked from his slit throat, and the light left his eyes.
Then she was on top of his killer, holding his face down into the rain puddle, ignoring his struggles as his lungs filled with water, until finally, he stopped struggling.
In that moment, all she had was her Darkness. In that moment, the Light inside of her died.
Or so she told herself.

The Jedi's words cracked her shell, and for a moment, she let the mask fall. For a moment, her eyes dulled, and her grin turned into a tired frown. Her blue eyes stared at Corvus, tired. Tired of the death, knowing that the path she was walking was one of self-destruction. For a moment, her true self showed.

Then that moment was over, and the mask went back on.
"Sorry, Jedi. The Light was never an option for me. I was born in the Dark, and chances are, I'm going to die in the Dark."​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Objective: B/C
Location: Roof Tops near Landing pad.
Allies: Republic
Enemies: Hutt cronies, [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Post Count: 4/20
NPCs: One Squad of Shadow Legionnaires

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZRTya131Ok

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Solan had left the battle with the Trandoshan himself for a moment, searching for a suitable place where he could reengage them if need be but his soldiers should be able to distract them fore a time. No he was more interested in a rather enticing battle that his eyes could barely focus in on from the distance he was at. He supposed there was about a hundred meters or so separating him from them in direct line of sight, two hundred if he ran over the ground.

IT was a matter of the line of sight he cared about though, as long as he could see the battle without being directly involved for now that was all he needed to care about. Why he was so curious in [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s battle with [member="Nyx"] was a mixture of wanting to see just how skilled the woman was and seeing where Nyx needed to improve, as well as to interject if it became dire. Neither of them needed to die today and he would be more than happy butting in on their little confrontation if it meant stopping the death of either.

He didn't expect it to go that far, the sister of Taeli's had to be strong enough to handle Nyx if she was to hold the position she did. But it still gave him worry for his student and for what she might do or fall into. She was a good soul, he could tell that from the time he had met the woman on Eclipstica and after on Tatooine and it was that fact that he knew her choice of allies would show her on her own the world he had at one time been absorbed in. The life as a mercenary sucked, the pain you caused and felt daily, even without empathy. Made worse by the fact you were tortured in your time before you had those people to support you. He hoped that he could show the girl what more she could get out of life and what more she could do past the life she had been thrust into.

While he watched though the comm in his ear sounded and his head turned to look at the nearby landing pad, not far and it would take him no more than a minute to get to if he needed to. But still he had made sure that he was nearby just incase his men could not stop the rebels. "Sir hallway is breached, but no one has come through as of yet." Solan just sighed and smiled as he spoke the orders. "LMG, fill the door way, anti material rifle and sniper, fire from cover and make sure to aim for clusters in order to wipe out those in tight packs. Those with Napalm, one of you toss in a napalm followed by an electro magnetic pulse. Wipe out their electronics if you can. Those with the Sith Killer rounds, keep them on hand though you should not need it. Oh and Heavy demo, loose a rocket into the entry, only one. Save the second for incase they call in air support and get up to the roof. You need to cover the landing pad. The rest of you, take your targets one at a time. There should be a considerable amount coming through, stay in cover and make sure not to waste ammo. If things get dicey, fall back and call for me then. I dont want anyone getting themselves killed because of stupidity." With that, the Transdoshan would find himself a new group of soldiers to face, one Solan had groomed to wipe out simplistic infantry and light support.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: D
Location: Trandoshan Capital building
Allies: Trandoshan Elders, Wookie protectors and the Republic [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Nova 'Creation'"]
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel and Rebellious Trandoshans [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Posts: 4


Did she hear correctly? Was she seriously called 'your worshipfulness'? No matter. There's plenty of worse things that she could be called and really, there was no need for formalities from someone that is saving their butts. Their lives were at stake. The sounds of battle were drawing even closer and the Wookies kept close all around them so it was difficult to see anything. "You heard the man! Go to the cavalry and hurry! I know that you're trying to provide the best cover, but if we don't hurry, they'll mow us down! Trust me!"

Banging was heard and then finally a rush as it gave way and a bunch of Trandoshans made their way through on their right. The Wookies in view immediately opened fire, the others drawing closer to the Elders, yet still they moved at the same pace. Oh the smell of sweaty Wookie fur was beginning to get unbearable, but it was far better than the smell of death.

Kay squeezed her way in between two of the Wookies and took aim with her small blaster, firing off a few shots towards the attacking Trandoshans before falling back or rather being pulled back behind them. She may be a Senator, but she wasn't the type to hide behind a desk or behind her position.

Only 50 feet to go before they could get aboard their rescue vessel and hopefully to safety.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

((OOC: By request of thread sponsor [member="Sempra the Hutt"], the fate of the elders will be left up to the outcome of PvP. Therefore I am going to stall their evacuation until the outcome of PvP is decided.))

Objective: C (Evacuate Councillors)
Location: Trandosha, Hsskhor Capitol Building
Allies: Republic, [member="Lady Kay"], Wookiees, Trandoshan Government
Enemies: Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan Rebels, [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Post Count: 5/20

The elders were arriving quite literally not a moment too soon. Vynn was astounded by how quickly the rebels had moved through the capitol building; they'd gotten from the capitol entrance to the hallway leading to the landing pad in little more time than it had taken the elders to cross the pad itself, with some groups close enough to trade fire with the Wookiee honor guard. Now all that stood between them and overwhelming the elders and their escort was a thin line of special forces.

The smuggler couldn't say he envied those men their jobs.

Still, if they could turn the hallway into a kill zone and hold the angry lizards back for just a little longer, the Downward Spiral could be long gone by the time the would-be assassins arrived. As the last of the elders tottered aboard, the Wookiees laying down covering fire behind them, Vynn ducked back into his ship and raised the docking ramp. Racing through the expanded cargo hold and past the remaining staterooms, he hit the cockpit and strapped himself in. Time to haul jets.

At which point the engines suddenly sputtered and died. Vynn sat in shock, momentarily paralyzed by his ship's betrayal. "That's... never happened before," he said lamely, shooting a sheepish glance back at the very attractive senator. And it was mostly true. But things were always going wrong with the Spiral; he'd pulled the craft out of a junkyard, after all, and for all the rewiring he'd done there were bound to be spots he'd screwed up. This was just a spectacularly bad time to find one.

"Hang tight," he said, unstrapping himself and running back toward the engine room. "I'll fix this."

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: B
Location: In the Capital Building, approaching the Council
Allies: Hutt Cartel and Trandoshan brothers.
Enemies: Anything that is pelt material, [member="Solan Charr"] ,[member="Lady Kay"] ,[member="Vynn Tranikor"]
NPCs: Free-Eyes, 40 Slaver Soldiers, and the crew of the Black Talon.
Post 6/20

All the soldiers were against the wall connected to the doorway when the rocket whizzed by, exploding on contact against a far off object. They were specialists, trained to kill and make war as well as cash in slaves. It was their training that was going to win them the day here, or at least they thought.

Vinskk barked out, "Tiny Terrors!" The men right next to the doorway tossed several Thermal Detonators inside the hallway. The explosives did their work, evident by the bright flash and wave of heat that flooded out of the hallway. Hopefully that took care of some of them.

Darkgear pressed his hand to his ear and reported, "Boss! We got combat on the pad."
Vinskk hissed in suprise. A squad had managed to reach them already? Interesting. He commanded 10 of the men to break off and go through the alternate route to fight the Wookiee guard assigned to the Council while the remaining 30 or odd men waited by the door, now tossing in tear gas and flashbangs.

"I guess those nonlethals do come in handy, ha?"

It was a good thing that the soldiers had thought to bring their slaver gear with them. There was most likely no other way that they could've cleared the hall in a safer manner. Several troops took point and entered the long room, checking the corners, then seeking an enemy to fire upon, hopefully stunned or in shock, if not dead.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Objective: C, D​

Location: Slaver fleet approaching from Hutt space
Fleet:

One Kebechet v1 Crusier
Two Half fallen class Cruiser
Two Crusader class Corvette
Two G9 Rigger Freighter
NPCS:
Two pirate brigades
Two B2 battlions
Three B1 battalions

Allies: Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan rebels
Enemies: GR, wookie sympathizers.

Post 6/20


"Inform the Trandoshans, we cannot block the planet until they have rested control of the government." he stopped modifying his jacket with a solitary clawed finger unfastening or just uprooting a catch with a tick of his finger's, it fell away and at his feet he squashed it as he moved. he appended him with his computerized eye's, slender bolt openings gleaming red with the flame of power behind them.

He moved about the extension, the clasp applaud of his pronged feet sounded, the imprints and misshapings of steel and metal under them as he scratched his way over to focus of the scaffold. "Kossack, flag yourself as an aid ship. Do not attack, offer food supplies and medical attention to those that request it. We are not to take an active until the rebels have power."

[member="Vinskk Revamp"], [member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Doska]

Objective: C and B
Location: Jungle
Allies: Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan rebels
Enemies: GR, wookie sympathizers.

Post 7/20

He moved into the fringe of the city, the overwhelming lidded eye's moving with a practically mechanical and harsh nature to it. "Got launcherss?" there was a sing melody route to his discourse designs, an approach to how the tongue slid up and over the teeth in a practically unnatural style, giving his words a hazard or outsider quality. "I think I see fire, try to get up there and dealss with it." there was a slight jerk to his digits, the hook running rings on the palms of his hand's. "We'll get emss." his pledge's were similar to a low snarl, the hostility so normal in his species overwhelming in his voice.

[member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Ashalah Ky"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: D
Location: Trandoshan Capital building
Allies: Trandoshan Elders, Wookie protectors and the Republic [member="Vynn Tranikor"] [member="Solan Charr"] 2Nova 'Creation
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel and Rebellious Trandoshans [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
Posts: 5


((OOC: I figured as much, hence why I was letting the Elders move very slowly))

There seemed to be no end when it came to the Rebel Trandoshans. The Wookie guards never let up in their defence of their charges, even after the Elders had reached the belly of Vynn's ship. Kay led them to one of the state rooms, before heading to the cockpit in behind Vynn. She buckled herself up as well, preparing for take off and to help where he needed it, only to hear the engines die. Oh wonderful.

As their would be rescuer gives her a sheepish grin and ran off, she unbuckled herself and followed. "Are you sure that you know what you're doing?" Some of the firefight can be heard striking at the ship. Hopefully the Wookies were handling it well enough, though she felt bad about not being able to take them all. "Not to sound too cliche, but do you need us to get out there and push?" She smirked. Well he was trying, she'd give him that. Kay rolled up the sleeves of her dress. "Need an extra pair of hands? Just tell me what to do and I'll manage it."

 

[Nova 'Creation']

Objective: D, F
Location: Trandoshan Capital building
Allies: Trandoshan Elders, Wookie protectors and the Republic [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel and Rebellious Trandoshans
Posts: 1

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Personal Droids

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2x SI/BTI-X041 "Mirari" Bodyguard Droid X-1 Series Inquisitor Variant equipped with BTI-CC13, 15 SC1 Battle Droid using BTI-CC13

Personal Items

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Borrowing Republic
EQM1-HMG Judge Support Automatic Weapon
One Vibro Electro Blade

Personal
ACS-004 Immortal Battle Armor

As usual rose was late to the battle on trandosha. "I knew i shouldn't of taken the "Faster" way" She said as she walked into the cockpit were one of her droids were flying the ship though hyperspace to trandosha. "When we exit hyper space turn the ship to were the escape pods are facing the planets surface." "Yes Ma'dam" Rose then walked back to were the excape pods were and readied the droids telling them to get into groups groups of 3 then wait till further instructions as they got into the pods the pilot droid spoke over the intercom "Exiting hyperspace in two minutes." Rose then hurried and checked all her weapons and her suits was working to its full extent. Rose then got into her pod with her personal droids. As she sat down looking out the window they exited hyperspace and there were ships everywhere Shooting in every direction.

Then the ship turning and she had a veiw of the planets surface and were she thought were the capital building was. Hearing the droid running to it's pod and the seal locking. Hitting the button to release the pod sending it flying towards the planet along with 10 other pods. "Restrict personal comms between us." As she said that she opened the pods comms to the surface and started to broad cast on the GR channel. "This is rose void requesting the location of the elders." "I repeat requesting location of elders Before we enter the atmosphere." Now all she could do is wait and hope some one answered before they reached the atmosphere.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective: D
Location: Trandosha Space, approaching Trandoshan Capital
Allies: Trandoshan Elders, Wookie protectors and the Republic Lady Kay
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel and Rebellious Trandoshans
Posts: 1

Aurelia Volcata was aboard a Republic diplomatic shuttle, hurtling towards the planet of Trandosha. She had reason to believe that one of her senate allies, [member="Lady Kay"], was involved in some work there. She had planned to join the negotiations earlier, but had been unaccountably delayed on the business of the Finance Ministry. Still, better late than never, she thought. She opened a channel to the general frequency. "All vessels, this is Republic Diplomatic Shuttle Concordate under the command of Minister Aurelia Volcata. I am here on a diplomatic mission and seek safe passage to the planet." She cited a string of galactic laws, some Republic, some other jurisdictions, guaranteeing immunity for bona fide diplomatic missions. "I am setting course for the capital city under the preceding statutory authority."

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Urrossk]

Objective: B
Location: Landing Pad
Allies: Kesh Balor
Enemies: Wookies, Solan Charr ,Lady Kay ,Vynn Tranikor
NPCs: N/A
Post 1/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBY8Y5FUtJI​

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This was why Urrossk Brought the HH-15 projectile Launcher. His black horizontal pupils would zero in on the sleak black stealthy looking space craft that the wookies and their defenders had crammed into, a prized target that would make Urrossk score legendary with the goddess. He was perched in the control tower to the landing pad, the trandoshan operators with in the tower bubble all had been dispatched in such a violent matter that only a monster would see artistic value to the craftsmanship of said artisans talents. He was known as the butcher for a reason.

But it was not the wookies that he was after. Urrossk was a hunter, target specific and this day the five hundred thousand credit reward that had caught the Trandoshan bounty hunter's attention was [member="Lady Kay"] . He had spent thousands of credits gathering intel on this human female politician's movements and here he had found her on his home turf in the middle of a trandoshan uprising. Seems the scorekeeper was on his side this Auspicious day.

The trick of this was capturing the woman alive in the middle of a warzone. The challenge was accepted but at a costly price. Urrossk was forced to partner up with a Gurlanin hunter by the name of [member="Kesh Balor"] . The trandoshan hissed at the thought of sharing the prize with the polymorphic creature as his three clawed hand shoved the tower's observation balcony open. As he stepped out onto the durasteel platform his green hooded cloak would flap in the warm jungle breeze of trandosha. The missile launcher was firmly gripped as he walked over to the railing. There target was in that ship, Kesh and Urrossk's plan of attack had been very fluent right up to this point as they had to adapt and overcome many obsticles to get to here. Not easy tracking a single target amongst Chaos.

Urrossk would shoulder the weapon and target the sleek Cicarius class yacht with his rocket launcher armed with a proton torpedo. "Ssssay hello to my little frrriend!" The butcher would taunt, his only audience being Kesh who was linked VIA by coms, his position was unknown and their plan attack was very simple. Urrossk was to keep the ship grounded, and Kesh was doing what he does best........

With a pull of the trigger, the proton torpedo was lunched towards Vynn's ship, directly aimed at his engines in attempt to knock them out for good and keep the bird groundside with his prey trapped inside.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective D
Location: in route to the Transdoshan Capital building
Allies: Republic [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Aurelia Volcata"]
Enemies: [member="Vinskk Revamp"]

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Faith had taken too long in negotiating with another who was claiming to be an Elder. After several threats to her person the intent of this "elder' became clear. it was a diversion to try and corner one of the Republic Senators alone. Her bodyguard however made short work of the would be kidnapper and was now heading towards the Capital building.

"Try to locate [member="Lady Kay"]" Faith figured if there was one attempt there would be others, "Also put out to any other Senator here to be mindful, relay what happen to us" They group was moving quickly. As they approached the turn to head up the steps, an explosion occured sending all of them to the ground.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: C+B
Location: Jungle
Allies: Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Anything looking down my Barrel
Thraxis had been following Doska, he assumed that being a Trandoshin he would know his way around his speicies home planet. "Launcher? Nah. Got nothing like that on me." Thraxis sighed, he did not expect the party too need heavy firepower to deal with whatever was in the city.

He continued to listen, hearing every word come from his snarled voice. "Well. If there is fire, I like to think there is also a party. And I personally hate not being invited to parties. So I say, we go down to the fire and murder absolutely everyone. The children, the impregnated the whole lot of scum who did not invite me to their damned party." Thraxis responded, an ill smile growing over his face as his eyes closed and turned to slits at the growing of the smile.
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Doska"]

 

[Rannan Kol]

Objective: B
Landing Pad (Nearby)
Allies: [member="Urrossk"]
Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"] and her posse
Post: 1/20

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...Kesh had hidden himself out of site. Crouched down he was also tracking the Yatch that Urrossk had spotted. Unlike the place he came from Kesh found these worlds to be strange; he was used to older customs and a different code of honor than most of the creatures he'd encountered upheld. When he heard the reptiles voice over the comms they shared Kesh would grimace brielfy, the expression on his features turning into a slow frown however he remained silent for the moment waiting to see if his partner would bring the Yatch down or if they would have to resort to alternative plans...

...technology had come easier to Kesh than he had expected and while he didn't necessarily understand the inner workings of the tools he was using he understood that pulling the trigger on a blaster would cause it to fire and that when his ammo ran dry he needed to load another power cell. Simple stuff. A Blaster Rifle was gripped in his hands too, tucked close to his right side and held across his thigh while he remained low. The Armor Kesh wore was a mix and match of different pieces he'd cobbled together, the Breastplate looked like it was made out of durasteel but his greaves and vambraces may have been armorplast. Eventually the Bounty Hunter would need to put together a personal set of armor for himself. One thing his cobbled together suit did enjoy was a Jet Pack though...

...watching as Urrossk launched the photon torpedo Kesh broke radio silence briefly to say..."Your methods are strange lizard."...noting that..."If the ship crashes she might well die."...he understood the value of credits in that more was better than less the same as anything else valuable. At the Kesh went silent, he wouldn't act until the ship was on the ground and he could move in safely however taking a deep breath that saw his chest rising he began to mutter something under his breath that might sound like chicken scratch in Urrossk's ear...​

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objectives: C and B
Location: jungle
Allies: [member="Doska"], [member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies: Wookie Rebels

Ash followed the group, readjusting her sniper on her shoulder every so often. Grunting slightly with frustration, she slapped at a mosquito who had foolishly decided to drink from her cheek. Then she pulled her face mask up so it covered her mouth and nose. The less skin showing to these damn bugs the better. "Launchers, scum, parties. Doesn't matter," she said curtly, growing rather irritated at the bugs, climbing through the undergrowth, getting swatted in the face with large leaves. "Let's just kill stuff."

Turning her gaze to the tall trees above them, she scanned the Kasyyk canopy. "The branches are big enough for me to position myself to snipe. And there's enough foliage to cover my location." Nodding to herself, she lowered her gaze back down to watch where she was walking. Didn't want to trip over a tree route and completely embarrass herself. "I just might need a hand up there."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: B
Location: Some Dump Of A City
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Nyx"]
Post Count: 3/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRNMgpXWWhE

Was it inverse Dun Möch? Perhaps. But of late Corvus was more favourably disposed to those who used the Dark-side but were redeemable. And no longer did she believe that they had to turn fully to the Light. Oddly the scholar had eschewed a lifetime of learning to arrive at this conclusion and instead followed her heart in this matter. Or more specifically the pulse of her heart. But that was another story…for another day.

In truth Corvus never lied. The words were meant and were as valid as any she’d ever spoken to a Youngling on Ossus. The young woman in front of her would make an excellent opponent of evil. Corvus sensed it and for a moment she wondered if the young woman did too.

But split-seconds are never enough and the woman’s retort suggested she was determined to fight. But Corvus was blessed with patience – and always believed in the long-game. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even the next…but one day, the seed planted might take root. And if it did, it would blossom. It just needed the right circumstances.

“Forget the Light.” To many these may seem odd words for the Grand Master to use, but she knew what she was doing. What she was saying. “Forget the Dark. You are open to your emotions? Yes? That is your way. So do this. Forget notions of the use of the Light or the Dark being right or wrong and consider how it is used. For good or for evil? To punish those that would prey on the weak or to use for entirely selfish reasons.”

“I don’t expect you to lay down your weapon and surrender to me here and now. But I sense the good in you. You shall leave this place today and one day reflect on my words. You will search your heart and know the meaning of them to be true. And then you can become the best you can be. For your current path leads nowhere. I know it and deep down you know it.”

“I do not wish to fight you – but will oppose you. I have to. Because only by fighting evil will there be truth between my heart and the Force. It allows me to sleep easy at night. There are no nightmares, no recriminations. I make mistakes – but mistakes do not make me.”

And then she left her words hanging. She waited for the woman to act first – and Corvus was ready.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: C (Evacuate Councilors)
Location: Trandosha, Hsskhor Capitol Building
Allies: Republic, Wookiees, Trandoshan Government
Enemies: Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan Rebels
Post Count: 6/20

This was kriffing embarrassing. And worse for the fact that it might well get them all killed.

Vynn was up to his elbows in engine lubricant by the time the senator asked how she could help. "Pass me that hydrospanner, please," he said, clamping together the loose wires and preparing to lock them back into place. It'd been a short in the fuel rod igniter, easy to find for someone as familiar with the ship's inner workings as he was. He took the tool and replaced the bolts with a few quick motions, then reached for a dirty rag to wipe the grease from his hands. "That should settle it," he said, grinning. "Minor wiring issue. Let's get out of here."

It was at exactly that moment that the proton torpedo struck the sublight engines.

Sicarius-class Stealth Yachts were build for speed and invisibility, not toughness. As such, their hulls were built of lightweight fiberplast rather than durasteel. A blast sufficient to cripple a standard freighter could easily blow one apart, especially if the shields were down. So when the proton torpedo exploded against the back of the Downward Spiral, the entire engine room was bathed in fire, then simply gone, a gaping wound in the hull. If Vynn had not already been on his way out, he would have been vaporized on the spot.

As it was, he was thrown ten feet up the corridor and into the cargo hold. Hull breach alarms blared loud enough to reach his half-broken eardrums as secondary explosions raced along power conduits. Staring back at the irreparable damage, at the destabilizing hyperdrive that would soon explode and take whatever remained with it, the smuggler found himself numb. He had rebuilt this ship as a youth on Crina, and it had become his last piece of home. Now there wasn't even time to gather the holos of his family or the rest of his clothes.

He had to go, or the Spiral's death throes would take him along to the grave.

"Everyone out!" His voice sounded strange in his own ears; he felt as if he were dreaming, as if it were all somehow unreal. Pushing the elders and their bodyguards, he forced them down the boarding ramp and across the pad, away from the hall where the Trandoshans were breaking through. They cowered at the building's edge, taking cover behind a pile of crates, as the high-pitched whine of the dying ship's cracked hyperdrive core intensified. Soon it would go critical, and it would take most of the pad with it. Bad news for everyone nearby.

And then Vynn's comm crackled with a general hail from a Republic ship. Still in a daze, the sight of his beloved breaking apart reflected in his hollow eyes, he managed to answer. "Shuttle Concordate, this is Captain Tranikor. The elders and Senator Kay are in serious danger at my position. Requesting an immediate pickup, or all of us are thoroughly farkled. Transmitting coordinates now. Tranikor out."

Crouched behind the crates, the Wookiees ready beside him, Vynn drew his blaster. This would be their last stand. Unless they all exploded first.

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