Location: Imperial Squib Palace
Allies: ORC Soldiers and Squib
Bait King (also [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Julius Sedaire"])
Enemies: Sith, Sith Agents, People that shoot at Mishka, (also [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Rolf Amsel"])
Objective:
Step One: Wait for Sith to show up (Dam)Step Two: Kill Sith (You)Step Three: Profit (Dax)- Babysit the NPC's, go stop [member="Omari Vyken"] and [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Mishka had been listening to the sounds of weapons fire, absently tapping a rhythm on the helmet she held in her lap as her senses took in her surroundings. Though her connection with the Manda, Mishka could feel the room she was in and the people who were in it with her. She felt the thick, duracrete walls and the wires that ran through them. She felt the fear, anxiety, and excitement of Coalition soldiers and Squib soldiers all the same. The Squib, for all their innate cuteness, were even more eager to fight the First Order than the Coalition soldiers. She felt the hatred and anger and fear and sadness that filled them. She saw flashes of memory as the creatures' minds drifted back to the last time the First Order had come to their planet, bringing with them chemical weapons and orbital bombardments. It surprised Mishka to feel such anger and resentment from beings so small, but the memories she felt were nothing new to her. She had experienced the memories of two dead worlds and the souls who suffered through the events. She experienced the memories each time she worked with Bes'runi or Bes'manda.
Mishka's mind passed beyond the walls that surrounded her and beyond the Squib who eagerly waited for the opportunity to get revenge upon the First Order. Her mind traveled down hallways and corridors as she explored the layout of the Palace. Her awareness approached the edge of the Palace and Mishka began to check the condition of the Palace perimeter when a voice called to her. "Hey, Mando lady!" the voice echoed through her mind. Her eyes opened, and in an instant her awareness had been pulled back into the room that had once housed the Squib King. Mishka resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the man gave her orders, assuming that she worked for him (or some other dignitary that would have placed her under his authority).
<Oh no, lets not stick together. No, we can't ambush the First Order, you need to go walk the bulwark.> Mishka thought to herself as she hopped off the windowsill. Straightening her skirt and securing her helmet to her belt, Mishka glanced at the handful of solders she was being sent to support, then back at the man with the robe and a lightsaber that had given her orders.
Mishka already had a bad feeling about this. Not only was this going to cost her a prime ambush, but she was quickly losing the numbers advantage. Begrudgingly picking up her wood-and-metal shield and securing it to her left arm, Mishka continued to stare at the man. For some reason, she didn't feel right leaving him. She felt that he still needed her help in some way. As Mishka's gaze turned towards the floor and the blue suitcase that she had brought with her, she knew what the Manda needed her to do.
"For the record." Mishka said in poorly pronounced and heavily accented galactic basic.
"This place was mostly useless scraps of metal when we got here." She added as she extended the handle of her suitcase and approached the militant jedi that had been giving orders, the suitcase rolling on wheels in her wake. Around the room, Mishka could feel the prickling of wounded pride and offense that came from the Squib soldiers.
Standing before [member="Dax Fyre"], Mishka eyed the Jedi up and down with the faintest scowl of disapproval.
"You're going to need this." Mishka said before squatting next the her luggage and undoing the zipper. After a moment of fumbling, Mishka pulled out a folded suit of
leather body armor. There were other tools and weapons in the bag that the Jedi could have benefited from... But somehow Mishka felt that this was what the Manda wanted the Jedi to have. This was, as she had said, what he needed. Re-sealing the suitcase and rising to her feet, Mishka handed the folded mass of cloth, leather, and metal to the Jedi.
"Sure, I'll go play soldier and watch the kids." she said as she turned from the man, only the faintest trace of resentment in her voice. She began following
Halzyn and the others into the hallway, calling back to the Jedi as she left.
"But you're holding my purse!" She called back as she turned past the door and disappeared from sight, leaving her personal bag sitting next to the Jedi with the new green outfit.
<Oh I better be getting paid for this.> Mishka thought to herself as she followed the vagabond-looking assortment of soldiers, mercenaries, and Squib natives through the winding, open hallways of the Squib Palace.
"So what are we doing, exactly?" Mishka asked as she followed behind the others, stretching her senses ahead of their path and behind it, alert to possible ambushes. "We're investigating a number of drop-sites near the perimeter of the palace." Halzyn answered, clearly annoyed that she hadn't been paying attention to
his briefing.
"So we're poking things with sticks until we get shot at." Mishka said with very obvious annoyance.
"Lovely."
grenades or two, nets. feathers, etc etc
