A Whisper and a Clamor [Rebels vs. Ravens on Makeb]

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Please Read the Official Skirmish OOC Thread


Location: Westwater, en route to the resort
Objective: Get this party started
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD

The final YT-2400 freighter touched down on the dusty pad on the outskirts of Westwater, Makeb, its occupants including one of the galaxy's most wanted: the Benefactor herself. She wanted this job done, and she wanted it done right.

Several other freighters had arrived on the developing world in the past weeks, bringing in disguised Rebel Marines to assimilate with the citizenry in preparation for this very day. No one had really taken much notice, as the infiltration had been gradual and--to be honest--the Ravens were a little more lenient with smugglers, being a rather criminal faction and all. Still, they had needed a little clearance in order to even get into Red Raven space and had procured such authorization from an inside source that came in blond color.

Westwater was not too populated and would be easy to circumnavigate without arousing suspicion. It was also not too far removed from the local resort, its confines reportedly housing the bluest of the supposedly Red Birds himself--[member=Cryax Bane"]. With a couple squads of commandos surrounding her, the Rebel Alliance's secret leader stepped down the boarding ramp and out into the barren outskirts of the town, her soon-to-be-infamous black trenchcoat flapping over her equally black Bactarma and raven-colored hair dancing in the dry breeze that rushed over the newly-arrived Rebels' faces like sandpaper. The Rebel Marines were also clad in Bactarma suits and armed with the standard weaponry--either the SXB-1 Scrubbers or the Rebel Maulers.

A good bit of time had passed since the Rebel Alliance had last made significant waves, their operations mostly revolving around acquiring supporters on neutral worlds and obtaining control over some of the most strategic and far-reaching Holonet broadcast towers in the galaxy. But their mission still ultimately valued the destruction of the repressive, militantly expansionist nations. Thus, the Council of Generals had elected to open war at Makeb--the crossroads of the Red Raven criminal empire, which extended in spokes from this world at the outer edge of the galactic disc. Destabilizing a critical joint in the union could be devastating to the Ravens.

"This is Matchbox," Lasedri called over the encrypted comm channel. "Give 'em hell."

 

[Cryax Bane]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE2051n3O-I[/youtube]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort
Objective: Stand Our Ground
Allies: TBD
Enemies: UNKNOWN

It all started with a cryptic message over the airwaves of Red Ravens space. Sent by an anonymous party, the enigmatic combination of letters and sounds was deciphered by the elusive former Red Ravens leader who had returned to his roots as a Fringer smuggler, [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]. A simple one-word message had flashed over Cryax Bane’s Datapad, his glowing red eyes widening with surprise, “Makeb.” It was a message no one had to explain. With one simple command to Red Ravens military personel, forces, organic and droid alike, were gathered and deployed to the oceanic, mesa-covered planet. It wasn't confirmed by Red Raven infochants who had been sent to suss out the source of the original signal, but it was highly suspected that the broadcast came from the Rebel Alliance.

The Chiss President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate was intimately familiar with the mining planet’s defenses and infrastructure. After all, he himself had helped to stage a coup of Makeb in the name of the Red Ravens back when he was a slicer for the syndicate. Cryax had assembled a huge team of slicers in a nearby nondescript space station he’d renamed Bakura 2 as well as other slicers set up in stations all around the Makeb cluster as backup. The city itself was crawling with covert Raven forces, and droids, henchmen, mercs and goons alike were stationed at key locations such as the Isotope 5 mine headquarters Stronghold One.

The Chiss himself was holed up in the underground bunker beneath the mesa that held the Solida Hesk Resort, where the Raven’s puppet governor lived and operated above on the surface of a towering mesa. Wearing a power suit and carrying an EE-3 carbine rifle slung over his shoulder, a Nightbrother Fighting Knife strapped to his hip, Cryax himself was well -protected. Not only was he armored and armed to the teeth, but he also had a small army of Mirari bodyguard droids at his command. The upside to being as paranoid as Bane, was the inevitability that when someone actually came after you, it meant you were ready. The ever-loyal Chiss would defend the Ravens and their rich and resourceful planet to the death. The silver lining was the chance that if the Red Ravens could successfully fight off this rebellion, it would serve to quell growing rumors that the nerdy Chiss President was running the Red Ravens into the ground. He couldn’t wait to prove his enemies wrong as he sunk his teeth into them and made every last one of them bleed in the streets.

[member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Deborah Waller"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Linx Darlko"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Jathin Fallin "][member="Jen"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Gaajo the Hutt"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Xalus"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y6smkh6c-0​

"You can't be serious!", his assistant protested to Alek's plans.

"Now, now! No need to be so flustered.", he chuckled as he kicked his legs up on his desk. Two Nova-One transports approached the planets from each side. On board were two different mercenary parties with objectives for either side.

"Fl--I'm.", she rolled her eyes and literally snapped the datapad in half with her wrist strength. Alek's face grew pale almost as if it represented his neck. The CEO was eager to see what might happen on Makeb but right now he had to calm down his feisty assistant. "Look. You have nothing to worry about; I paid these men to kill each other! It's what they do!" , he exclaimed proudly with only a hint of slyness. If anything he seemed far more excited about the prospects of picking a side -- playing it safe -- rather than just having fun and wasting money. The Rebel Alliance and Red Ravens were two organizations he had strong ties with; he didn't want to lose the support of either but then again he thought it was the perfect plan. Play both sides, and get what you can out of it without losing the other. It's like stealing candy from a Sarlacc... Whilst also being at least a dozen meters away from its range.

"You're on your own, Alek.", she said throwing her hands up in defeat before walking through the exit; the sliding door closed behind her leaving the CEO to his game.

"This is your employer speaking. You know what to do, from here on out I will watch but not participate. I will listen but not speak. Do your job, you get paid. Fail and .. Well, luckily I won't have to deal with corpses.", he cut out the transmission after giving his prewar speech.

The two Nova's touched down on either side -- just in time to meet up with their respective organizations. The Blue Rancor Company and Jawa Juicers were the mercenaries he had hired. Both weren't terribly well known and thus would be none the wiser when accepting such a high paying contract. The captain of the latter approached the Red Ravens side.

"Alright. Tell us what to do.", he said as he procured a datapad showing his contract with Aleksandyr Gaillard to support their endeavor.

Meanwhile the captain of the Jawa Juicers approached the Rebel Alliance commander, "Who I gotta burn, darlin'?", she asked procuring a similar datapad that the other company had.

All was going well and the enigmatic CEO of the Gaillard Corporation was playing both sides and hopefully his secret wouldn't fall through at any point throughout the conflict. It was a crazy plan but it was so crazy that it might just work!

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Blair]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort
Objective: Keep Bane Safe
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: Rebels

Here they'd gone from invaiding entire planets and taking down whackos with crazed gangs to having a little bout with a group who called themselves the Rebel Alliance; if if there was anything to real Rebel against in this galaxy. Deborah had heard mixed word about these people, most of it sounding as though the Alliance viewed itself as some sort of ritious faction of freedom fighters. Today we'd see how far they'd go to fight for freedom.

When it was revealed that the odd messages sent out through Raven space were from the Rebels, it was clear to all this was some sort of invitation to a challanage. Deborah was interested to see what it was they wanted to badly from the Ravens. But given their reputation it might have been just to try and bring them down before they could grow any further in influence and power. Fat chance.

Deborah elected to help keep an eye on the leader of the Ravens, Cryax Bane, along with her gang the Star Striders. They weren't used to playing bodyguard for somebody, but given the idea that the Rebels would try to come for him meant defending the chiss tooth-and-nail. Inside the Resort itself Deborah made sure enough of her men were patrolling and keeping watch while she contanstly roamed about the place to double-check on her teams herself. All were armed and ready for whatever the Rebels would try.

Often she would go back to Cryax, as she did now, and could confirm to him "So far everything's silent. The boys are still keeping an eye out, though."

 

[Puppet Kyrios]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort
Objective: Stand Our Ground, Protect Our Leader
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Deborah Waller"]
Enemies: TBD

Asteria paced back and forth, while William fletched more arrows. He could tell Asteria was anxious, set down his very full quiver, and placed a hand on Asteria's shoulder and forced her to sit down.

"Rest, mellon-nin. Save your strength for the battle, for it will come to us."

Asteria looked up at her old friend, weariness and anxiety evident in her eyes.
"Defending our leader from attacks while leading them is one thing, but waiting for one I can't escape is even worse."

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Stronghold one
Objective: Defend Isotope-5 cache and gather intel on Rebel plans
Allies: TBD
Enemies: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

To refer to Stronghold One as hot was an understatement. The subterranean fortress was boiling, the temperature hovering around... well, Dak didn't really know she wasn't a fripping scientist but she felt like a lobster in a pot, wearing the 3100 Firebrand suit over her personal defense armor. She had only arrived on Makeb a few moments before with Krevin, her Twi'lek bodyguard and they'd been shuttled quickly inside the only entrance to the Stronghold. Dak knew there would be lava and fire and stuff like that around because of the Isotope-5 which was mined from the planet but she didn't expect to be so uncomfortable in the heat.

Luckily as she went further into the layers of the Stronghold, taking multiple elevators down, the interior temperature became cooler and she could finally remove her helmet. Dak and Krevin were directed to a small room in the lowest level of the building where she setup shop at a computer terminal. Tying her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, Dak typed a few commands into the keyboard. She strapped on a headset with a jacked-up commlink and began to slice, trying to detect any type of Rebel comm channel to listen into.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Location: Westwater, en route to the resort, with [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]
Objective: Apprehend [member="Cryax Bane"] and other high-ranking Ravens
Allies: The Benefactor, Rebels
Enemies: Ravens

As the leader of the famed Rogue Squadron, Juwiela had expected to be leading fractionally more dogfights and strategic bombing runs than she had been. Her last two missions with the Alliance, which included this one, had been spent entirely on the ground. Apparently no one else saw the fun in starfighter combat that she did. But in this scenario they couldn't be strategically employed, unless the Ravens happened to have a squadron of pilots up their sleeve, which she doubted. So she and the other Rogues would have to be content with assisting the ground units in any way possible.

If that wasn't a strange enough feeling for her, than the armor she wore and the weapon she carried cemented the thought. Typically one to rely on her skills in piloting in any conflict, the use of any handheld weaponry was still a vaguely foreign one, though she'd been trained in the mechanics of it all beforehand. And, despite it most likely being useless in this scenario, her fighting staff was still slung across her back, if just for some token of familiarity.

Mentally she reviewed the exact specifications of this mission, not finding anything that would be spectacularly difficult. Or, well, not of an unheard of difficulty for the Rebel Alliance. It would require a bit of maneuvering for any of them to get close enough to even touch the leader of the Ravens, let alone capture him in any swift and sure manner. All the better for the Rebels, or at least her. The more the odds stacked against them, the harder they worked in obtaining their goal. That was their secret to surviving in a galaxy that wanted to see them gone, and it was one that still remained a mystery to most.

Flashing a smile she turned her head slightly to study Matchbox through her Force Sight. "I suppose I don't have to say it, but this is Gambit, reporting in. They should see about investing in a starfighter squadron so they can see what we're really capable of."

 

[Aithne Charr]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7oPHkqzPqA

Location: Westwater, enroute to support 2 before heading off to complete 1
Objective: Apprehend Cryax Bane and other high-ranking Ravens as well as incite small revolts
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: Ravens

Solan smiled wide as he stood outside the spaceport and played the violin resting in the crook of his neck, he himself having arrived a few days before and a song having fit the current situation came to his mind as he played it for the build up of what happened. (Song is the one in the post) He had worn no true armor past a Jung-jii fiber armor that he was able to hide under clothing and his cloak he had worn at all times and the only true weapon he actually had brought was the scythe and his saber, the latter of the two having been hidden. Sure the Scythe didn't quite hide his presence but he wasn't trying to hide. No right now he was playing and waiting as he watched for [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] as he heard the encrypted message. 'It appears Miss Raven is here..." His mind spoke to himself as he played, waiting to see the events that would unfold.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location: In route to Stronghold One
Objective: Defend Isotope-5 cache
Allies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance and their supporters

That no good Chiss! If you survive this we are going to have another chat about my contract. Zenva Vrotoa, once a soldier of fortune now considered herself a bounty hunter. Bounty hunter, Bane! As in, I hunt down a scum bag that owes you money. Needless to say Zenva was not amused to be back on the frontlines of a war. She had seen far to many friends lose their lives fighting pointless wars for worthless contractors. As such she had brought none of her warriors with her. Her war ship, The Crimson Hunter was in orbit above Makeb awaiting orders. Her people were not Ravens, and this wasn't their fight. Aboard her simple Lambda-class shuttle was only one of her allies, an outdated FIII Footman droid, who was presently piloting the shuttle toward the closest landing pad Zenva could find. Stronghold One.

"F-three, please connect me to Mr. Bane." The hot-tempered Zabrak waited for the droid to nod, indicating that the droid's encrypted comm link had connected. "Good evening Mr. Bane. Vrotoa here. First check in. Boots on the ground in sixty seconds. I will be at the Isotope-5 cache until we are sure it is secured. If you need something please don't hesitate to call. Kisses." Much like the first conversation she had with Cryax, Zenva didn't wait for him to answer. Instead she blew him a kiss and hung up on him. Something about hanging up on the Chiss made her feel so very good. A fierce smile spread across her face, all sharp teeth and malice.

In moments the shuttle landed and Zenva began dawning the special heat resistant suit that would be needed to cross from the landing pad to the elevator that would carry her inside Stronghold One. "Alright F-three, you're coming with me this time. I have one more message to send. Raven band only." Again the Zabrak warrior waited while her droid's comm made a connection. "This is Zenva Vrotoa to any Raven's operators inside Stronghold One. I'm coming in. Don't karking shot me for it." With that she hit the release on her Marr-Sonn LD-1 Target Blaster Rifle and set the weapon to her shoulder. The landing ramp hit the ground and Zenva rushed forward. Her rifle sweeping left to right as she cleared the ship. Nothing, yet. It was only a matter of time before those Rebel chit-heads started showing up. The Zabrak burst forward once more and didn't stop her head long sprint until she reached the elevator. She turned on a heel and swept her rifle across her field of view while she waited for her slower droid to catch up. Than she was moving down. Let's get this party started kids. A vicious grin cut across her face as she sank into the facility.

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Location: On route to Stronghold One
Objective: To steal as much Isotope-5 as his ship could carry
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

Corruck watched grimly as his ship, Recalcitrant, moved over the planet loudly. They were currently in atmosphere meaning that the noise from his ship would travel quite a distance. He wasn't concerned about that so much as he was concerned about an ID on his ship. He had taken as many precautions as he could think of, changing signatures, painting over designs, and giving it some unique symbols that appeared to have no real meaning. Even so he didn't want to threaten the identity of his ship. One could, with much work, use the ship's true identity to figure out who the owner was. Of course that would to Corruck, but then he was a relatively unknown figure on the galactic scale...still he had to change the name to something less conspicuous.

He activated the encrypted comm and then shut it right back off. There was no need for a message to be sent, everyone knew everyone's job. All they had to do was do their own and trust that everybody else was capable of their job. He turned to his pilot Sheera, "Land us as close the Stronghold One entrance as possible."

"I got it Co-Gryphon. I got the first time you told me," Sheera replied in her usual dry humor.

Corruck couldn't help but smile, his restating of previous commands was showing his mix of excitement and nervousness. If he got enough Isotope-5 then he could use some for production in weapons and other things. The problem was that he bet there was a high security on Stronghold One. He could have gone for a Mesa where there was probably much laxer security, however there would be less of the Isotope.

With these thoughts circulating in his mind, Corruck walked from the bridge to the loading ramp. There were maybe a dozen Marines who would take care of possible enemies. Corruck would take a few of them so that he could transport Isotope batches, he wasn't unarmed but the Marines were better. He wore simple clothing and his armaments, a modified DH-17 and a modified Westar-M5 blaster rifle, were hidden in a pack on his back. In a few moments they would be landing and he would be fighting fairly soon.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Stronghold One
Objective: Defend Isotope-5 Cache
Allies: [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
Enemies: [member="Corruck Kazen"]

Nothing yet on her commlink but static and the occasional bursts of commlinks from Talaos City, mostly from private civilian transport shuttles. Dak stood and stretched.

"C'mon," she said to her Twi'lek. "Let's explore."

The Twi'lek bodyguard leaned over and tapped one of the monitor screens in the control room. "Ships already coming in on radar." Dak peered over his shoulder to look. She gave him a dismissive wave.
"Still far away enough to have a look around this place."

Dak and her bodyguard walked around the mining fortress. The air was thick since they were underground and the walls hummed with energy. They explored a two levels of Stronghold One until Dak found what she was looking for. A droid storage room. Along with various models of Isotope-5 Battle Droids, she perused few the selection, running her hands along the deactivated robots.

She circled the room. "Where are the Eyes in the Skies?"

"Those would burn up out there in the atmosphere," replied the Twi'lek.

"Ohhhhh, look at these, Pateesa." Dak was holding the hand of an ISD-12, Sith-model interrogation droid. "Can't wait to use this beauty on those Rebel scum."

The Twi'lek smiled. "Turn him on then."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v6I4lgS2rQ​

Location: Talaos City
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: TBD
Objective: 1, Destroy those who appose Red Ravens

The Sun shined off of a massive kneeled figure resting on a rooftop, The City of Talaos was an Elegant one in design but that was all of its beauty right now. The Locals were annoyed by the Ravens Interest in the Planet and did not approve of them being there, While others were thankful of their services and protections the Ravens gave. Whatever their thoughts were the Mercenary Kezeroth did not care for them... He was being paid to Guard the City and Enforce the Red Ravens Rule over the City and he would carry that out with utter excellence. The 8'5ft tall Crimson Armored Gendai watched from above examining all the locals, Standing up he paced back and forth with a thump of his weighty foot. Kezeroth was armed head to toe, On his back he had ' Bone Crusher ' His power hammer and favorite melee Weapon he had made. Thick Bandoliers crossed over his chest holding Energy cells for his LJ-50 Concussion Rifle and multiple types of Grenades in case he needed to get dirty.

The Locals and Citizens did not stare for too long at the giant above, They did not want to provoke the giant into a fit of rage. It was bad enough that Talaos City had an aura of agony and outright Despair about it. The Darkside of the Force could be felt strongly when Kezeroth was around.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Bunker with [member="Cryax Bane"]
Objective: Protect the president
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Rebels

Patricia didn't wear her normal get up today which was the silk red dress she was well known for throughout the ravens. Wearing a burgundy red dress with black polkadots plastered on it, the dress fell to her slender thighs showing off a gracious amount of leg. the short little blonde's heels clicked against the tile floor beneath her with each step creating a steady and smooth cadence or clicks and clacks. The bunker was to say the least chaotic with movement, there had been rumors that an attack was coming to Makeb and everything had been on high alert. Droids secured the bunker moving about patrols around it's perimeter, a large pair of the Mirari body guards walked past the little agent on fire watch. It mattered not though, her job was pretty simple. Cryax knew next to nothing about military strategy, like at all. So it was her job as a former officer to "advise" Cryax on how he should move his forces to meet the threat and best neutralize it. So the cadence grew closer and closer to Cryax and soon the little blonde advisor was next to him. Slung off her body was a Czerka assault rifle and bandolier of various ammo, attached to her legs beneath the dress were two phrick fighting knives, a Czerka machine pistol and a small cluster of several grenades including Browncoat Force Breakers and a thermal detonator. Attached to her right forearm was a Kamino dart gun loaded with various poisonous darts that could kill or cripple an enemy. And on her left was the Browncoat data logger. She was pretty set.

"Wow boss you certainly look rugged. Got your big boy boots on and everything." She looked around to see his ancient ass blaster rifle and she started giggling, a sound that wasn't at all unpleasant.

"Holy **** is that what I think it is? We have thousands of advanced guns and you chose something that belongs in a museum. Hey if that's your thing then whatever." She looked down at a holographic map bellow her and started to soak in details. There were droids patrolling the streets roughly a few thousand three at tops, a few hundred organic troopers but no armor. That wasn't good. Things looked pretty easy calm right now but that could soon change.

"So what are we looking at?"she asked in a very friendly casual manner. She was confident a few pieces of rebel scum couldn't do too much.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort
Objective: Stand Our Ground
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Deborah Waller"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

Cryax nodded to Asteria and raised an eyebrow at her friend's arrows. "The armory's over there if you want to get him something with a bit more firepower," he said. After a few moments, Deborah and her Star Striders arrived. "Always glad to see you and the Striders, Deborah." the Chiss crime boss said with a grin.

Then there was Patricia. His little blonde Executive Assistant seemed to be karked at him, probably for that night he was entertaining Gaajo the Hutt and made her sit on the slug's slimy lap. He couldn't really blame her there all things considered. Patricia greeted him in her typical manner, full of insolence and insults, but frankly, he didn't hire her for her personality. Bane was a slicer by trade and although he happened to be one of the best, the Chiss left war to the military experts in his ranks, and she was quite the expert. Otherwise she would have been thrown out on her butt for talking to him like that. Patricia was new to the Red Ravens, and she hadn't gotten a chance to see him in action, like during their Barabl I invasion when he'd made a giant code Raven to fight against the Black Sun leader Mr. Ash in their Cryptnet. Perhaps during this battle, her perceptions of her boss would change for the better.

"It's pretty quiet out there so far." Cryax said, poring over the Red Ravens Holomap, his glowing red eyes carefully analyzing the forces they had amassed. It looked like the enormous Gen'dai one-man-army, [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] was stationed out in Taloas City. They had [member="Dakita Calfur"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] and both their teams at Stronghold One. There was one thing missing. One huge karking thing. "We need air defenses," he pronounced, and quickly got on the Cryptnet to deploy some MMS-05 Series Solace-Class Starfighters as well as a Marder-class Corvette, Red Raven ships just waiting in the wings to patrol the skies above Talos city, Stronghold One and the Solida Hesk Resort.

He waved his hand towards the map and looked at the petite blonde assassin with a smirk, ignoring her cracks about his weapon and armor. "What do you think, blondie? If you see any holes in our defenses, now would be the time to say so."

 

[Blair]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort
Objective: Stand Our Ground
Allies: Patricia Susan Garter Asteria Starcatcher [member="Cryax Bane"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

When the mention of air defenses came up Deborah had laned over and said "I'd offer up my ship, but I don't know what kind of heat we'll be expecting. I'll let the boys keep her grounded for now, unless some support's needed." After that she kept looking out the window, even to where she sat down trying to look out and see if anyone was watching or trying to make a move. The whole thing felt like one big game of hide and seek. Any moment now the Rebels would make a move the Ravens would need to be ready to counteract them. Looking between Cryax and [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] Deborah just hoped the two of them, along with the others, were ready as well.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Location: Near the resort
Objective: Get into the resort zone without attracting attention
Allies: [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Deborah Waller"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]

As two of the Marines affixed a Sheer Silence device to one of their partners, Geneviève opened the flaps of her coat to procure the transmitter she had meant to give to Rogue Leader. Her hand passed over her strapped-in Scrubber, several small blades, and syringes containing the Drem-C drug. Bringing out the long-range communicator, she handed it to the Miralukan pilot. "I trust your judgment, Juwiela. It's your call if you need the bombers." It was preferred that an air conflict was avoided in this attack, but all caution had been taken, and several corvettes and a couple squadrons of stealth attack craft had been assembled nearby in case they needed to be called in for extraction of the Rebel forces.

She did not linger long. Her eyes--artificially green through the tinted contact lenses she had applied--kept to their gaze dead ahead, not wanting to attract too much attention as they progressed to the boundaries of the resort estate. Yes, she undoubtedly would be immediately noticeable by her black garbs, but in the midst of others dressed in civilian plainclothes over their armor, it was not too much of an anomaly and very difficult to perceive from this distance with the thermals of high noon.

Gen's squad (Red) would remain on track, slinking towards the west entrance of the resort, while the second squad (Gold) was ordered to split off to take the north angle. A third unit (Blue)--which had arrived in days prior--would be coming from the east in due time, leaving only the wide-open southern quadrant untraveled. "Shade, I hope you're bringing in Blue soon," she muttered over the comms. "Though I'm doubting you'll stick with any plan we may have discussed." That would be just like the guy. How he got things done in the end was no less then miraculous.

Stress was mounting now, as the final folds of this plan were coming together. Red Squad came to a halt near the gated entrance to the estate, just behind the guardhouse. Lasedri's eyes closed as she breathed in the last few moments of pacific air, staving off the adrenaline surge she knew and loved so that it could be saved for a more critical time. As soon as everyone was in place, war would be ignited.

 

[Davik Tren]

Location: Underground Bunker, Solida Hesk Resort

Objective: Hold Out

Allies: Red Ravens

Enemies: Rebel Alliance

Davik had been sitting on a bench in the small bunker that hid away the Raven's in preparation for the assault. He had been cleaning a rifle that he had received and stolen from a shipment of Republic rifles from his small excursion to Antecedent a few months before. He of course did not think those events would lead him anywhere close to here. The young spacer had not been part of the organization for more than a matter of weeks and he would now be putting his life in danger to defend its roots on this world.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: East Direction Near the resort
Objective: Provide as much noise as possible for the other teams.
Allies: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies: TBD


Personal Weapons - Scythe, Generic Saberstaff, Blaster Pistol, and 2 concussion, 2 fragmentation, 2 forcebreaker grenades.
Armor and Misc - Rebreather Mask, Jung-jii Fiber Armor, Encrypted Communicator, Grapple, Viola Cloak
(4 men with me, 6 heading for the resort still disguised.)

He smiled as he played the Violin, tips put into a small bucket while he did and his grew wide as the word Shade touched his ears. With a quick bow he reached up as if to brush had behind his ear and spoke out to the 'crowd'. "This one is for all thsoe Raven Haired beauties out there." He made sure to leave his mic on for that before cutting it off and starting a different song, he had already sent blue ahead towards the resort a good ten minutes ago, he was here to cause as much a distraction as possible and accidentally drive attention towards him, a few of the squad members having volunteered to help him cause this as they took up possition in a building not far off with energy rifles and waited. "I need a volunteer for this though, you and you, come here." He took out two balls, foam with a solid inside as he pointed out two Enforcers who happen to be nearby.

Both exchanged a confused look before shrugging and coming over, taking a ball each. "Now you see, these balls are not so ordinary everyone." He said, his hand reaching up to play another tune as he backed up a bit from the guards. "Do hold onto those balls until then end, you will see why." He smiled and began play as the tune continued to go and he smiled wider and wider, the seconds passing until he hit a certain not and a sharp pop and blast erupted as the men holding the balls would find themselves with no arm and flying backwards from the blasts of that came from the balls, grenades hidden inside the foam. In a moment Chaos erupted as he smiled and sighed, tossing the violin off to the side and pulling the scythe to him and clipping it on his back, taking out another detonator with a few small bombs he had put in buildings that would be unoccupied or vacant at the moment, sections of various abandoned buildings blowing out suddenly and at worst Injuring those near them. "With that, i bid you all, adieu." He smiled and bowed, only then would Enforcers start to get gunned down by the men hidden in two other buildings as Solan smiled wide. He pulled up his hood and watched for the sirens to go off while the men and him started to scatter.

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

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Location: Near the resort, by a cantina
Objective: II - Kill Geneviève
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

[Theme]

Lysle knew there was something different about today, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He stood in the doorway of an abandoned cantina, the sun light dripped over him and its orange glare forced his typically dirty grey gunners jacket to glow in the suns radiance. A warm smile spread across his lips, and his sandy blonde hair was combed back. The cantina, while abandoned, was once formerly of high luxury, and scented candles and the aroma of cooked spices continued to linger, unwilling to let go. Lysle knew how to let go, he had all his life. From the kid who had his entire life uprooted and fled into Mandalorian space, to the criminal giant who just vanished in the night, leaving his legacy to his dear friend and colleague; Cryax Bane.

It wasn't like it was hard to do that, vanish. Lysle had plenty of friends, but more times than he could count, especially in his line of business, friend would become foe, and to learn to trust again never came easy. So he left before his friends became his foes. Before he stepped too far, overrated his boundaries, did something drastic that would make everyone hate him. He glanced down, reaching into his pocket and took out a small pendant. Within its centre was a minuscule holoprojector that formed a three-dimensional image of a young girl. She wasn't so young anymore, he thought. What people didn't know about him in the Ravens was that the Ravens themselves weren't his first gig he started. There was a time and place where he ran his own show, and it had all suddenly moved beyond his reach in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunate circumstances, wrong choices, wrong time, wrong place, call it what you will, but Lysle had blood on his hands. Blood that couldn't be washed off by any conventional means. It was the type of blood that you lived with for life, the type of blood that took you to your grave early or put you in jail to rot. If there was ever a good man in Lysle, it had been buried a long time ago. What others saw in him was a facade, a mask. A wealthy business owner, a benevolent crime lord, a good friend. We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.

Lysle Rigger looked up, and peered beyond the evening haze. The resort looked like a crown jewel atop a mound of dirt. If Cryax had gotten his warning, it was likely he was in there, and Lysle was here to watch out for him. One good deed to be remembered for. He pulled the gunners jacket off his shoulders, and beneath he was wearing a technicians uniform in midnight black, with a name-tag that read 'Roland Bucklebolt.' His hand slid down to his pockets and made certain the pistol was still held within, and it was. Whoever was about to attack the Ravens, Lysle was going to put a hole so big in their cranium not even the Force could save them.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Blue Rancor Company
Location: Near the mines
Objective: Prevent the Rebels from acquiring isotope-5
Allies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
Enemies: [member="Corruck Kazen"]

The venerable captain of the Blue Rancor Company, Garrus Marr, brought with him twenty men armed to the teeth. Disruptor rifles, blaster pistols, concussion grenades, and thermal detonators amongst various other light tools and gadgets fit for combat. Their orders were clear: Stop the rebels at all costs and keep the isotope-5 out of their reach.

"You heard the orders, boys!", Garrus exclaimed merrily in front of his company; only to get some protest from a few of the female members who didn't enjoy being referred to as boys.

"Who ya callin' boys, Jackweed?", one of them said. The captain merely sighed -- most were doing stims and high on the rush of adrenaline.

"Move out!", he ordered as his armored soldiers rushed up being some empty crates and formed a barricade.

Jawa Juicers
Location: Near the resort
Objective: Take care of the Red Ravens leaders.
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]
Enemies: [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Deborah Waller"]

The leader of the Jawa Juicers was the attractive cougar, Leslie Lyar, a ruthless killer and pyromaniac.

"Nice and easy, fella's. Ya heard em' we're going to take out the Ravens playcallers.", she dragged on two deathsticks whilst armed to the teeth in high explosives and leaving room for little imagination based on how many satchels were strapped around her.

The Jawa Juicers were nearly fifty strong but less durable than their Blue Rancor counterparts.

The maniac brigade that they were approached the resort and opened fire blindly on the entrance.

Meanwhile Aleksandyr was paying as much attention whilst sitting on the desk aboard his personal starship just in orbit.