Dominion You've Got A Lot Of Guts Coming Here | First Order Dominion of Bespin

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel stiffened, and the associate looked concerned. "Mrs. Grey, is everything all right?"

She went to the chair to collect her handbag and withdrew her wallet with identification. "My name is Isobel Nakano. I'm the owner of Blue Lotus." She took off her sunglasses and the women in the shop could tell they were dealing with the real McCoy. "We'll conclude this review later -- you were doing swimmingly -- but at this moment I need to get to the warehouse. Where's the entrance?"

The associate led the way as Isobel fished into her bag for her blaster. It was a holdout model, geared towards a smaller hand. She checked the power pack and then rammed it home, cocking it before she elbowed the door open. She swung the blaster around, firing a sizzling hole in the head of one of the goons attacking Agent Crane. The goons, seeming stunned, fell back into confusion. "Hey," Isobel called. "Catch!" She reached between her thighs and drew a FO-SUSPCT, holster and all, from the trap that held it in place and hurled it across the production line at Pellian.

"Call the emergency number in the handbook," she called to the associate. "Then get somewhere to safe. Now!"

Isobel must have looked absurd, decked out in a crimson cocktail dress and ready to kill. She ducked against a crate of merchandise as a blaster bolt sizzled her way. A moment later, she threw her arm around the corner and squeezed off another shot. She'd have to be economical; she only had a few power backs. That reminded her -- "Crane, remember. Five and out!" She didn't want to tell the others that the gun Val had only fired five shots, but she didn't want him to get himself out on a limb and find himself with an empty gun.

Val Pellian​

 

[Ariadne Gallaer]

The station was much more stable. Occasional power failures in other repulsors caused the platform to shudder or dip, but it never fall to one side so dramatically as it did before. Ariadne was grateful for that. Not only did it make her job easier, but she was sure it meant lives being saved on the topside of the station where the triage and evacuation was taking place. ​

She made her way back to the main maintenance corridor and retraced her steps, winding up her makeshift safety harness as she did. The engineer tucked the device back into her backpack and continued on her route. When she came to the stairwell, she ascended two steps at a time to the next location. "Lights please," she told Chunk, who soon flooded the corridor with light. "Thanks."

She picked her way down the hallway, eyes searching for the door labeled fire suppression. Finally, she found it and pushed her way into the control center. After surveying the room, she put her hands on her hips and chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. The console for the fire suppression system was blown out. "This is going to take some fancy engineering," she told Chunk. "And now I'm talking to a droid. How hard exactly did I hit my head?"

 

[Ana-Sera Beliq]

Tag: The Major
Gear: Outfit | IR-5 | Enforcer | Vibrodaggers | Tehk'la Blade
Muse Soundtrack: 2CELLOS "Thunderstruck"​

A delightful sense of humor AND well prepared for a mission? Shepard was a gift beyond compare. With any luck, they'd be able to work together again after they did something about this hot mess.​

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And it was a hot mess...which was obvious as soon as she plugged in the data spike and got to work. Nibbling on her lower lip as she read through the scrolling data and graphics, she shivered slightly as the feeling impending doom intensified. Ana hated that feeling, and was almost positive Shepard felt the same thing as a glance over her shoulder towards the agent told her.​

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Frowning, she found the illumination settings buried in a chicken recipe from Ord Mantell, of all things. That was strange enough, but the fact that it was there at all was the confusing portion. What was it doing in the middle of the technical readouts for the cryonics chambers? Absolutely nothing about this mission made any sense, and that made her hackles renew their dance. She flicked on the lights in short order, pulling everything up to full illumination and initiating the shut down of the chambers as they'd been requested to do.​

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"Let there be light!" she echoed brightly, forcing the levity into her tone in spite of her gut telling her things still weren't right. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the illumination, she left the data spike in place as the cryo chambers were methodically and neatly taken off line in short order.​

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Just ahead through the open doors, the sensor lights and the faint mechanical hum of the chamber slowly flickered off and faded. There was no reason for them to have had any power draw at all, and Ana hoped there would be some inkling of what had been going on in the data that the spike was currently downloading to her datapad. Letting it work, she stepped forward and into the chamber, peering over the edge into the lower portion where the carbon freezing actually took place.​

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There was nothing out of place, save for a loose panel in the floor of the chamber.​

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Ana looked at it suspiciously and waiting until all of the chamber indicators had cycled off before hopping into it to examine the slight anomaly. Beneath the panel was a small lockbox and a single, iridescent white feather atop it. She picked up both with alacrity and climbed back out, unwilling to be in there in spite of the certainty that the chambers were now properly off. Joining Shepard once more, she retrieved the data spike and datapad as she nodded to the items in her hands.​

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"Literally nothing down here except this. If there were people, we would have seen traces. Animals would have left signs, too. Just this beneath the loose panel. I hate mysteries without answers." Ana said, offering the box to the other woman for inspection.​

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At that moment, the lights began flickering again.​

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"Ok, you know what? Let's get out of here and investigate the box somewhere else. Chambers are permanently down and locked, that's job done enough for now."​

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Leading the way with a decent clip to her steps, she only started to hurry as the lights began to turn themselves off as they passed.​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Bespin's Cloud City Administration felt a manner of relief, the anti-Imperialist Zealots had been handled, and further, it was learned that they are part of a larger anarchist organization. That organization's name came to be known as Sons of the Fringe, a chaotic group whose purpose is to ensure 'freedom' for all people from any form of government. For now, however, they had been dealt with and Chinook Station had been secured. Dr. Westaway and Master Jedi Xantha worked together to care for the wounded at a tibanna platform that had been attacked by the Onsyr Conglomerate.​

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Plans to shore up and repair the complex that had been devastated are in the works as the First Order's Chief Engineer Dr. Vega sits down with the Master Jedi and his team, along with the Ugnaughts to ensure that when the complex has been repaired. It is managed properly, for everyone involved. Meanwhile, the mystery of the culprits rooting around within Cloud City itself remains an open investigation. Clues obtained by Intelligence agents will be analyzed, whoever it is, it is clear there is something far more afoot than a simple anti-Imperialist sentiment. ​

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Largely, however; Cloud City has agreed to return to the First Order. The previous regime had treated the system well and as the new First Order has thus far proven it feels more for its people than simple conquest. Once again, the First Order's flag and banners rise once more around the system's various stations and cities. ​

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- FIN -​

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[OOC: This wraps up a few of the objectives, but as always we encourage our members to finish their stories!]​

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