99 Problems [CIS Dominion of Adarlon]

[Feena]

Feena forced another smile and nodded. As the shuttle rose in the air, Feena felt that panic set in once again. Moving. She was moving. Feet were not on the ground. Gravity was not her friend. The crash played in her mind again and again. Nails dug into the arm rest. Her stomach turned. She placed one hand over her mouth, hoping that it would keep her stomach calm.

It didn't work. She slumped over in her seat, eyes trained carefully at her feet. If she did not look outside, she could pretend they were not moving. If she didn't look she could stay calm.

 

[Darth Metus]

A small chuckle rumbled in the throat of the Master. Xander was right, for it seemed that, no matter how hard the duo tried, they would always end up in sticky situations that mirrored those they found themselves in when living on Nar Shaddaa. This day, the pair would be diving into a Mine; leading a charge in fact. However, Josiah was not nervous, for he was guided by the Force... and there were a ton of droids before him to draw potential fire.

"You can take the man out of Nar Shaddaa, but you can't take Nar Shaddaa out of the man." began the Master. As he stepped along, following the Droids into the darkness, he then turned to the silent woman who stood among them. "Well hello there, and who might you be?"

@[member="Sophia Walsh"], @Xander Corbal.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Breathe, Mrs. Mason. You need to breathe."

The Mandalorian spoke softly and placed a hand upon the woman's shoulder. He then reached over to the shuttle's window and made certain to close its shutter before returning his attention to the airsick woman. Dar'jetii did not know what had caused this discomfort to characterize her body; whether it was the pregnancy or otherwise, but he wanted her to be alright. He was a worry-wart like that at times. As such, he knelt before her and spoke softly once more.

"Breathe, we'll be landing soon."

@[member="Feena Mason"].

 

[Feena]

"Breathe, Mrs. Mason. You need to breathe."
She heard that one before. The image of a certain medical droid popped into her head. She quickly banished the memory of her last birth. Just thinking of that made her feel like throwing up even more. And here she got herself into that once again...

She hid her face in her palms, used to this sort of shame. It was impossible for even her to tell what was airsickness and what was morning sickness. Or maybe it was just because she was so tired? It was harder to hide that face that she felt miserable when she was riding with someone she needed to impress. Thankfully, @[member="Dar'jetii"] had already seen her at this point.

"Breathe, we'll be landing soon."

That was a releif to hear. Feena simply nodded in response, closing her eyes for a moment.

 

[Onrai]

"You okay, Feena?"

Polarine appeared, practically from thin air. She had been there the entire time, after all.

"Do I need to produce an organic altitude bag?"

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

She wasn't silent because she wasn't friendly. Sophia normally was the outgoing one whom had a big mouth and took charge of everything. It was how she had been at the Republic after all she had been the one in charge of the ship by herself. Everyone had looked to her which had been exhausting at times. Honestly she liked this much more but still at times she missed her old crew whom of course she still kept in contact with. Being new here still she was decided it was best to just observe for the time being. If she had something to say Sophia would of course speak up.

As she followed along with the group she was surprised when someone addressed her. It was really unexpected but it was nice. "Captain Sophia Walsh. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person Master Denko. I have heard a lot about you," she smiled. "All good things I assure you." She had done her homework on whom would be going on this mission in the caves. She would sometimes retread missions in order to help her fall back asleep after a night terror. She wasn't worried about this little adventure at all. She was sure it would be a cake walk compared to what she had been through.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Shorurra]

Shorurra readied his gear as the Grand Marshall spoke to his units. Busy man as always, the Wookie thought to himself. he strapped his large Rykk blades to his sides rather than his back; it was going to be a tight space so drawing from the hip seemed more ergonomic to him. When Rostu gave his orders, The massive Wookie grunted an affirmative and fell in on Rostu's flank. Shorurra groaned to him that they didn't even know if it was a conventional force in that cave; they had to be on guard.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The flood lights and slight sunlight were enough to keep things visible in the mine for the first few meters, but things soon began to get dark. Nocturno found himself scanning the area ahead with his nightvision much sooner than he had expected to need to. The droids metallic bodies glowed a slight green and the darkness up ahead was shimmering with tiny glints of green in his nightvision, due to the slightly protruding ends and sides of ore within the walls. The cyborg wasn't a force-senseitive, but he could feel it in his mangled guts that something was not right here.


"Stay alert." he spoke, quietly "I have a bad feeling about this."

 

[Alli Vern]

Alli was here to design a prison of all things. So she was here with her preliminary designs. She wasn't sure the size they would want or the location so she had several ideas. But there was a trick, one that she thought would amuse all of them. She had sent a team and done research and now it was a chance to test it. She had a crazy idea, but she wasn't sure if anyone else would go for it. So here she was at another conference room. She just hoped that others shared her ethusiasm. After all she was going to propose something rather crazy.

 

[Onrai]

"What's this about a prison?"

Myra raised an eyebrow, her hologram appearing in front of the others. "Sorry... I had to do some managing of our assets here in CIS space. We're expanding to Sith space, getting more business in, and I'm very eager to get some work done. But a prison? Sure."

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Oron"], @[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="T:N1:LDR"], @[member="Vault"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

Flynn reclined on the cushioned floor, his back against the wall with a small pillow behind him for comfort. One leg stretch out, the other bent up, in one hand he held a glass with whiskey and ice, the other a lit death stick, which now rested on his bent knee, the green smoke spiraling up releasing is alluring odour. He brought the smoke to his lips and took in a long draw from the drug followed by a large mouth full of whiskey, before he opened his mouth and let the green smoke waft out gently, not forcing it. His eyes slowly moved around the Spice Den, taking in the patrons of the place.

The Den, was like many he had visited before, music, dancers and those that partake in the addictive spice. No surprises at all. He shifted slightly in his position only to gain more comfort, his white shirt open slightly, black matte leather pants fitted him nicely around his form with pointed boots of the same leather. His weapons within easy reach if needed, but he had more than that at his beckon call, natural instinct and if he so desired it, his force abilities. But he prided himself on not use them.

His eyes fell on a beautiful girl, her purpose is to see that the patrons are accommodated with full glasses of alcohol and all the spice they could need, he watched her for a moment, as she moved around the space. His eyes lingering over her body, the growing hunger building up inside of him, he had not eaten in some time, and the call for soup stronger now, and he knew soon he would have to partake. But that would have to wait a little longer, he is here to help located a suspected underworld slave market, operating out of this Den. If that is the case, then the slavers might just become his next meal.

He waited for the signal from the others that are to join him here.

 

[Rayn H'voc]

Sonja nodded to the Grand Marshal before turning to her legion and relaying the orders to them. "Listen up, 117. We're here to provide covering fire for our fellow Confederates. Keep your eyes open and rifles loaded! Retreat, hell!" Sonja motivated her soldiers to which they replied "Retreat, hell!" Sonja smiled as she came up behind her allies along with the rest of her legion. "Harbinger 11 and Harbinger 12, stay here and watch the front of the mine. If we get trapped in, we're gonna depend on you to get our asses out, am I clear?" Sonja said before departing into the mine. "Roger that, ma'am." said the captain of each squad.

@[member="Nocturno "]| @[member="Shorurra"] | @[member="Sophia Walsh"] | @[member="Feena Mason"] | @[member="Josiah Denko"] | @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

@[member="Oron"] @[member="Dharma Vessia"] @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] @[member="Vault"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

Bluejay missed her helmet.

Undercover work said that she needed to get used it. Well, fine. Twenty-four years in full-on armor left her with a near-addiction to it. Funny, since she happened to be dealing with spice...possibly the most addictive substance in the galaxy. Besides, as she'd had drilled into her head - almost literally - a commando lived and died by her bucket. Bluejay had to conceal a grimace of rememberance as she ran a hand over the scar, concealed by her hair, that she still carried from the time the Sarge had thrown her into the wall and cracked her skull. Good times.

Thankfully, though, she still got to keep her armor, after concealing the new CIS logo on the shoulder, and adding a dark hooded cloak to hide her face. Bluejay had been a bounty hunter for a few years before joining the Con-fed. So, now she waiting, leaning against the wall in shadow, twin pistols holstered and her knife in her leg sheath. She'd been here for a good while, and noticed Flynn's eyes traveling over to a girl providing the intoxicated sentients with spice, spice, and more spice. Bluejay resisted the urge to sidle over and kick the cushions he was sitting on. Maybe he was just staying in character. If so, he was pretty kriffing good at it. Assuming he had an ear comlink, Bluejay offered a wry comment. "Enjoying yourself?"

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="T:N1:LDR"]

As Flynn brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, a slight smile turned up one corner of his mouth. Taking a sip and another drag on the death stick, his only form of reply to the female voice in his comlink. It would not do to be seen talking to yourself, no he would only do that when required. Trust a female to detect the wondering eye of a man, he thought.

He did, however, remove his gaze from the girl and leisurely continue to watch the room. It was then that he noticed the subtle figure of the woman that spoke .. in the shadows. She is very good indeed, he had not noticed her before, and only momentarily made eye contact with her, piercing the darkness of the shadows with his black eyes. Looking over the rim of the glass, his brow slightly raised in a beckoning way for her to come join him.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Nothing pleased Daxton more than learning about strange new species, then hunting them down to test his mettle against them in combat. It was almost as fun as Jedi bating, in a certain way. He had been given a simple task, find a little girl who was playing near an abandoned mine. Possible danger considering that the search teams haven't check in.

Either she and the team were dead or the idiots got lost or screwing around, that wasn't Daxton job to deal with. Find proof of death or the girl alive and get out. Rather simple really, so the Sith brought his containment gear.

The cyro launcher over his right shoulder was filled with carbonite rounds designed for capturing organics, plus he has a full load of extra ammo strapped to his waist. Heaving the stun rifle to his shoulder and checking the motion sensor, he had enough for several hours of searching in the dark. Clicking on his torch light he entered the dark damp world of the subterrainian depths to find the little girl on his own.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay raised an eyebrow as quickly as she dropped it. Waiting for a lazy count of three, Bluejay used the foot resting against the wall to push herself onto her own feet to pick her way from her own patch of shadow, to the fringes of one crowd, then trailing a tottering smoker for several paces, then using the moving patterns of light on the center floor to distract any unfriendly eyes as she skirted the swirling light in the shadows to slide up beside Flynn. She didn't speak, just ran a quick scan of the room with her eyes only. The less movement, the less likely one was to be seen. Fundamental assassin knowledge, if you were an Alpha Base product.

@[member="Flynn Blackheart"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="T:N1:LDR"]

He just let his head drop back to lean on the wall, as if feeling the effects of the drug on his body. In truth, the death stick coupled with the booze, would start to take effect if he stayed here long enough, but his constitution permitted him a high tolerance of the stuff. He did not turn his head toward her, at least not yet. They would have to "play a role", to communicate further in close quarters, but time was marching on, and he wanted to know if she had noticed or witnessed anything that would lead them to the slavers.

He, however, had seen several sentients moving behind a screen and disappearing out the back. But his view obscured and they would need to move position to ascertain any further information.

 

[Dharma Vessia]

@[member="T:N1:LDR"] @[member="Flynn Blackheart"]

How things are meant to be done with all the procedures made up by some people were fine for others; however, there were different procedures and whatever that the woman walking followed. The one in white and pink dress that entered the den of happy people was known as Dharma Vessia. With her were two objects that normally are not seen to float and are talked to, a piece of a wall size of an ewok from some place as Dharma made her way to party, and other was a chair with four legs. It may appear to everyone that the items were floating.

It was in Dharma’s reality where the fun was. The chair walked like a four legged animal as it moved with her and talked to her. The wall was hopping and groaning about things. Of course Dharma was cheerfully talking back to them. This did get two men to walk up to her and her new friends. They tried to usher out Dharma as their boss did not want his customers to stop paying for the fun that filled the area. The rudeness of being asked to leave did not please the crazy lady in the dress.

What came next made the men tilt their heads in confusion, Dharma giggled madly. Then looked at the chair, “I guess you were wrong, buddy… they didn’t make out alive.”

“Yeah, Rocky was right… you know there are so many possibilities until all paths lead to one moment.” Chair replied to Dharma with in her reality.

Then the chuck of wall spoke up. “It wasn’t a difficult future to see. We are with little one and she does love her blood dance a lot with a crowd like this. Not many are walking out in here and the back rooms.”

“Sure, it is just fun like that. Future is fun to mess up… like the guy to my right, he is supposed to have a life with offsprings to carry on his genetic markings and die in fifteen years from now when his boss puts a hole through his head.” Dharma added before, the two men jaws slightly lowered as they heard only what Dharma said. That puzzlement was added to Dharma lifting her dress up. Nothing naughty like some readers might start to think… bad readers, bad. Now go to your room. It was to grab the sabers strapped to her thighs.

A little show was given by twirling the hilts in her hands. It was a distraction that she did to bring them up and aim them at her targets. Igniting them sent the glowing blue beam of sexy plasma outwards to kill the two men, Dharma was down doing all the fancy saber tricks she knew. The fighting style she had going was glowie parts go into other people. She was not worry about learning to be a fighter as she developed other ways of protecting herself. Deactivating her sabers, she held them to her side. “Alright boys… pow pow time.”

The killing was not ignored, but they knew it. The command Dharma gave sent the chair and chunk of wall into the air. Two more of that wished to harm Dharma found themselves looking down at their dead bodies and then saw the light. Writer would have gone into detail about nasty way they were killed but yeah, it is better this way. Dharma looked over the den with a big ‘I’m insane’ smile. Then made it clear she was the lovely distraction for whatever CIS agents in the den to slip into the back hallway to find the boss. “Now… everyone don’t move and your torture will be easier one you… If you give me a hard time, than my friends and I will make sure you don’t leave for good.”

Right as she spoke of friends and herself, the two men that had a yummy dinner called Saber’Cordon Bleu rose to their feet. They were results of the force being used to necro their big rumps up; however they were not reanimated. The truth was they were moving like the chair and wall. In normal world they were died pieces of meat that were used like puppets but in Dharma’s world they were chatty people like her chair and wall. It was normal for Dharma to deal with corpses but most of the time they whine about their death and what futures they did not get. She ignored that most of the time.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Dharma Vessia"] @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] @[member="T:N1:LDR"] @[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Vice"]
Aedan walked into the spice den calmly his eyes flicking as he looked around and then noticing two men trying to usher a woman who sat in a floating chair out he was about to walk over when she drew light sabers and Aedan sighed lightly before he nodded to his men activating his comlink he gave the order the men had been waiting for. "All right boys time to go loud break into that back area i am going to help out the floating hot chick." With that he started to move quickly his medium length violet hair swaying a bit as with a snap hiss his light sabers ignited and he stabbed them into one man before he spun around and used the force to throw another guy into a wall. He glanced up at the woman and bowed almost nonchalantly calling out. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am I am Captain Aedan Miles may I ask the name of one as beautiful as you?" As he waited for her to answer he spun away from a guy who had attempted to stab him before he spun his Shoto around stabbed it up through the guys head. He looked back at her his eyes starting to glow as the dance of battle started to stir him up quite a bit. He let loose with a short cold laugh that would chill the blood of the two men charging towards him.

Meanwhile the squad of Cragmoloids were charging towards the Spice den as the two that had accompanied him went to town with a loud trump drawing their massive vibro axes and spinning them around before they charged towards the entrance to the back area aiming to clear the way for Vice and Mirshen as they knew Aedan had it under control out here. His eyes were almost glowing violet as what he called teh Dance of battle was in full swing and he seemed to be looking on as if this were an out of body experience his movements fluid and precise.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="T:N1:LDR"]

His eyebrow shot up and he watched a woman enter the Den, dressed in pink and white accompanied by a floating chair and a piece of wall? He looked at the death stick, maybe it is effecting me, he thought as he threw it to one side. What happened next made him jump to his feet, the apparently crazy woman pulled out sabers from beneath her dress skirt and began attacking everyone in sight. She was joined soon after by an unknown man.

"Time to go", she whispered to the CIS operative near by him. He indicated to her to follow him out the back, through the door behind the screen. His blaster in hand he made way for that location, thankful for the unique distraction.