Mission Aggressive Negotiations | THR . TIC

[Joseph Torson]

A G G R E S S I V E_N E G O T I A T I O N S

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOLA SAYU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Spoiler: Gear

• Pseudosonic Beam Rifle [1]
• AAF-8 Scattergun [1]
• Tetron SD-11 Variable Detonators [5]
• Rhydonium Grenades [3]
• Zsinj-pattern Commando Armor Mark I [w/ Supplicant-Series Service Droid]

Spoiler: Aurek Squad

• Red Right Hand Operatives [12/12]
• Confederate Guardsmen [22/32]

As Torson and the rest of his Squad waited for the elevators to come down the sounds of blaster fire began to grow louder and louder whilst the faint sounds of lightsaber swinging could be heard. "They're close." Torson remarked. "And they have a Jedi with them." he added. Instinctively Torson, the Operatives and the Guardsmen immediately prepared themselves, with the remaining Guardsmen moving further down the hallway to create some space between them and Torson's Squad while the remaining ten Red Right Hand Operatives positioned themselves right between the Guardsmen and Torson, SV-42 and the imprisoned Ambassador.

Then they finally appeared. A Jedi wielding a blue lightsaber, at the head of a force of Republic Troopers. Almost immediately the Guardsmen and Red Right Hand Operatives opened fire towards their adversaries hoping to hold them off long enough for the elevator doors to open and enable Torson to escape further upwards with the Prisoner. Despite their best efforts the Jedi made quick work of the Guardsmen carving through their defenses and beginning a final push towards Torson and his Squad.

It was at that point that the elevator doors opened, finally giving Torson and his men the window of opportunity they needed to escape with the Supreme Commander's prize, except the elevators themselves weren't empty. A single figure whom Torson did not recognize quickly emerged from the elevator and before he or anyone else could react they were thrown off their feet by a powerful force shockwave temporarily neutralizing Torson and his entire squad.

As Torson lay down on the ground still conscious, he watched as the figure used the force to pull the Ambassador towards him. Almost immediately Torson grabbed his Beam Rifle and slowly got back on his feet, taking aim towards the figure. "I don't know who you are, but i have orders from Director Rackham to transport the Ambassador here off-world and you most certainly don't have any jurisdiction here, otherwise i would have been informed" he responded as the rest of his squad began to recover. "Now drop the Ambassador and release him back to me." Torson said.

At this point Torson's squad had fully recovered but they had no time to join Torson in confronting the figure holding the Ambassador as the Jedi were still closing in on them opening fire on the Jedi and his strike team. Torson had to choose quickly, he had a mission to carry out here but the Jedi and his soldiers were closing on his men right behind him, and he knew he couldn't deal with both situations at the same time. After some hesitation, Torson lowered his weapon and backed up. "For the sake of the Confederation, you better not make me regret this." Torson said before turning around and joining his men as they returned fire towards the Jedi and his squad, giving the figure time to escape back into the elevator with the Ambassador.

Tags [Friendlies] | Calissova | Ronhar Tane | Amni Kazda
Tags [Hostiles] | Cynan Obaith | Aiden Porte ​

 

[Calissova]

Location: Imperial Citadel - Lola Sayu
Mission Objective: Secure the prisoner.
Allies: Joseph Torson Barragh Nenn Ronhar Tane Mika Tai En
Enemies: Cynan Obaith Gavin Restur Mao John Shepherd
Direct Engagement: Itzhal Volkihar

"You have a name? One that would be better suited for identification in the heat of battle."

“Calissova.” She answered simply. She paused then, before continuing with a softer offering. “You may use Callie, if you wish.”

From there, it did not take long before the Red Right Hand and the Confederate Guard escorting the prisoner came under assault. For her part, Calissova separated herself from the main body of the team and scouted ahead, her cloaking device already activated to render her form invisible. She caught sight of a group of Mandalorians ( Itzhal Volkihar ) and allowed them to pass her by as they moved toward the intersection, unaware of her presence.

Now positioned directly behind the Mandalorians, the assassin activated two of her semiautonomous seeker thermal explosives, before sending them flying into their ranks with blinding velocity, faster than an Imperial speeder bike at full throttle. The two explosives honed in on the largest two sub-groups of the Mandalorians, intended to detonate directly within their midst so long as they were within eight meters of their targets. At that point, twin baradium-fueled fusion reactions bloomed into existence, generating white-hot spheres of annihilation capable of vaporizing anything caught within their eight-meter blast radius!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Advanced Tactical Bodyglove ‘Titan’ - Appearance
  
  • Forearm
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III "Force Avenger" Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/S-10 Personal Concealment System
    • FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
    • LO-PCR-9 "Trailforge" Portable Powercell Recharger
• FAE/W-17 Electromagnetic Plasma Hand Cannon (2)
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant (20)
• PbDR-01 N.S.
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Blaster Power Pack - Tibanna Gas / Power Cell (10)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Amni Kazda]

Current Outfit
Kitty

Amni snorted the moment Ronhar Tane received a message from Joseph Torson to get to the prison and help them with the senator. They were kidding right? They needed help with a frail old man? Some Stormtroopers they were! When Amni served as a Stormtrooper, they would never had a problem with an unarmed civilian. If they acted up then simply holding a blaster rifle to their face would be enough to get them to comply. When facing death up close, people will do anything to avoid it. But these elite units can’t even handle one old man.

“So one of our best units,” Amni said to Ronhar as they began approaching the prison. “Are struggling to bring a simple man to us? I would be laughing if it wasn’t so pathetic. If this is the best this Imperial Confederation can do, then no wonder we lost to the Sith.”

She said the last bit with bitterness. The Sith were always a thorn on the Imperials side. From the New Imperial Order to The Empire of the Lost, the imperials cannot seem to beat the Sith and this was no different. As they approached the prison, Amni and the group were greeted by a mix of Mandalorian and Republic troopers engaging in chaotic battle confusion starting to take over. “Invitation to party,” Amni said entering the prison and summoning her sword. “A girl can get used to the attention.”

She slashed the first prisoner she saw. The blade ripped through his chest and the prisoner wobbled around as if he were drunk before he dropped on the floor dead. “I can easily reach Jospeh!” Amni yelled at Ronhar. “Tell him I’m on my way!”

And with that, Amni summoned a portal and disappeared in front of him.

 

[Barragh Nenn]

TAGS: Mao
ALIIES: Imperials
Enemies: High Republic & Mandalorians​

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Disappointment registered on his features when he heard the laughter.

Somewhere else the force resonated but the Ambassador and any circumstances regarding his extraction or incarceration were moot for the Umbaran.

Blasterfire would ricochet off his Shadowcloak, the shell spider silk incorporated into it lending the material a high degree of resistance.

"Kill them."

...Barragh's voice was indifferent, if he could not dominate the High Republic Soldiers mentally then this left him fewer options.

The Sovereign Protectors would move to attack. Elite Soldiers they were absolutely deadly in close quarters, the type which the narrow corridors favored when distance was closed. It seemed likely that the pair couldn't overpower the High Republic Commandos but they would probably kill and wound several before being killed themselves.

As for the Umbaran, he chose a more personal engagement.

A Bilari Electro-Chain Whip burst from the confines of the shadowcloak, snapping outwards and extending to spiral around Mao 's blaster rifle and arms and ensnare them.

The Umbaran's outline blurred in concordance, his eyes flashed with a brief amber light and he shot backwards in a flash of unnatural speed.

The Chain Whip would tightened in response, meant to rip Mao off her feet and drag her along the floor of the corridor until the two of them were far enough away from her allies where Barragh be standing; the chain whip all that was outstretched from the confines of his cloak.

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Prisoner #36929

"Good. Because I won't carry you."

And with that, Kirae simply walked out of the room, preparing to head back into the fight. That was the job right now, to be as much of a distraction as possible. To be loud, playing into all of the sounds that were going on right now. Yet one specific sound echoed through her mind from behind, looking back to see the trooper dead on the other side of the hall. Huh. Good shirt. A small smirk played beneath her helm...until she heard the prisoner speak again.​

He looked back at the Mandalorian, eyes sharp despite the fear crawling under his skin. "Please tell me we're leaving," he said, breath still uneven.

That caused her to hesitate. She was here for the job. What the Empire had been hired to do. To take time off that mission to get some stranger, some stranger who clearly seemed like they knew how to shoot, seemed like it would be a waste. But at the same time, she wasn't the kind of warrior to leave someone behind. Instead she let out a sigh beneath her helm, turning herself around.

"We're leaving now. Though we'll be waiting for the others before we head off anywhere."

At the very least, the sooner they got out of the prison, the sooner he'd be able to have a fresh breath of air. That was Kirae's reasoning as she proceeded to backtrack her way towards the exit.​

 

[Tatiana Sah]

Tatiana floated to a stop before her feet touched the floor. A cracked floor. The smooth, silvery face plate angled downward swept up along the line that connected her to The Lord of Hunger with the Ambassador in his grasp. There were a few individuals between them, of course. Apparently a few other Jedi. Troopers. Imperials. All packed into the corridors of a fortified incarceration facility.

A blue beam of plasma ignited in time to deflect errant blaster fire into a nearby wall. Its cool glow reflected in her polished surfaces.

Ambassador. Tatiana's feminine and gentle, but not possessing the warmth of a childhood hearth voice reached out to Cynan Obaith . We are here to secure your release.

"Release the Ambassador. End this," Tatiana's voice echoed through the din of fire and the clash of blades.

At least, the Ambassador was alive. That was good. There had been a non-zero chance they would have arrive too late. The Imperials could have killed him simply out of spite at their arrival. No doubt a risk the Republic had acknowledged, but their choices being what they were... Now was the difficult part in keeping him that way.

Her private words for the man hadn't just been to state the obvious. It was a polite way of establishing a temporary link. To help monitor his movements. It had been quite the ordeal navigating the hallways already with so many guards and soldiers running around. More were en route. Yes, quite the predicament they were all in.

Cynan Obaith | The Lord of Hunger
Joseph Torson | Calissova | Ronhar Tane | Amni Kazda | Aiden Porte

 

[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Kirae Orade​

She turned and started back the way she came. He didn't argue. The Nagai fell in beside her, boots slipping slightly on scorched metal before finding rhythm. At first his legs felt unreliable, but with each step strength returned. Blood rushed back into muscles that had forgotten movement. Within seconds he was keeping pace.

It felt wrong how quickly his body adjusted. Like it had been waiting. Like an animal uncaged. Blasterfire snapped somewhere behind them. He didn't look back. He didn't want to see that room again. Didn't want to see the table.

She said they were meeting others. Others. The word slowed his thoughts. Rescue team. Mandalorians. Warriors. Or captors. He tightened his grip on the blaster but kept it low.

"Are the others going to be okay with an unexpected guest?" he asked, glancing at her helmet.

He forced a thin breath through his teeth.

"I'm not looking to trade one cell for another."

 

[Seldan Rourke]

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The grenades hit and Seldan moved before his mind finished the thought. "Gas. Move."

The first Rhydonium charge burst against the bulkhead, green vapor rolling fast and thick. He grabbed the wounded trooper by the back plate and hauled him through a side recess as the second grenade detonated where he'd been kneeling seconds earlier. The blast rattled his teeth. His visor flared warning icons.

Hold the line. That's it. Just hold.

"Filters to max. Fall back three feet. Crossfire on the corner."

Micro-grenades shredded the pillar he had used for cover. Chunks of duracrete tore past his shoulder. He leaned out long enough to send a controlled burst downrange, forcing Ronhar's lead element to check their advance. The scattergun boomed in response, heavy slugs chewing into the wall inches from his helmet.

Seldan shifted again, never in the same place twice. He tossed a flash charge low across the floor. It popped, buying half a breath. Enough. "Left flank, suppress. Don't chase." He sighted the officer through drifting gas.

Another wave of green vapor rolled forward. Seldan triggered a foam sealant from his belt and sprayed the deck between them. The expanding compound ignited as a micro-grenade struck it, flames licking upward intending to force the Imperials to break formation to avoid the burning chemical spill.

"Keep them at that bend!" he barked. "They do not get this corridor."

Slug rounds cracked past from Gavin's position. The return fire intensified. Acid splashed across the bulkhead near Seldan's head, hissing and eating through metal. He flinched back, heart steady despite the chaos.

Too many of them. Doesn't matter. Time is the objective.

He rose just enough to fire again, targeting knees, shoulders, anything exposed as Ronhar's troops tried to push through the smoke and flame. One Prison Trooper stumbled. Another dragged him back.

Seldan keyed his comm once more. "They're stacking reinforcements. We hold here. Every second counts."

Blasterfire filled the corridor, gas swirling in toxic waves, flames snapping along the floor. Seldan planted himself behind fractured cover and kept firing, forcing the Imperials to fight for every inch.

Gavin Restur | Ronhar Tane | Mika Tai En​

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Cycler Rifle, Rocket Boots, Rebreather + Tubes, Misc.
TAGS: Seldan Rourke , Ronhar Tane , Mika Tai En
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["Gas. Move."]

It's a good thing that Seldan Rourke was paying attention. With the warning, he had hurried out of the blast radius from the Rhydonium grenade just as it had exploded. And while he was safe from inhalation of the toxic fumes due to his rebreather, he'd rather not get any of that stuff on his skin. "What even is that stuff?!" He had motioned over to a different pillar, cracking off a few more slug rounds towards the Imperials.

The micro-grenades that struck his pillar, as well as any additional blaster fire, made him constantly switch how he was shooting from behind the pillar, as he was constantly switching directions and angles that he was leaning from. Though, the micro-grenades that exploded on the pillar were enough to rattle both his teeth, and his skull.

He glanced as Seldan's foam unleashed fire on the Imperials, nodding in approval. "Nice!"

["Keep them at that bend! They do not get this corridor."]

A few more moments were spent taking shots with his cycler rifle, before he noticed Ronhar Tane closing in. Before he had the opportunity to pop a shot at him, the man's shoulder rifle spewed acid towards him, causing Gavin to jerk back into cover with widened eyes. "Is that acid? I need one of those..."

Though, after a moment to think, he had an idea. Whilst still behind cover of the pillar, he holstered his cycler rifle on his back before digging into satchel. An small explosive charge was taken out, and it was attached to the pillar he was currently behind. He was here to bring as much chaos as possible, so he made sure to bring his fair share of explosives.

He unholstered both of his heavy blaster pistols, and ran backwards whilst rapidly retreating. One blaster was used to fire some bolts towards Ronhar, which while it would be nice if any happened to hit him, they were primarily to make the Imperial duck and retreat. The other blaster had aimed up to where the pillar was connected to on the ceiling, a few bolts being fired towards this connection to weaken the pillar's stability.

He had retreated back to a concrete barricade, hopping over it and taking cover. "Take cover...!" Yelled into his comms. With the press of a button, the explosive charge let out three quick beeps- before exploding. Given the pillar's weakened structure from both the micro-grenades and the acid that chewed away at it, on top of its support by the ceiling being practically destroyed, the explosive charged ended up being the nail in the coffin that toppled the pillar. It fell down towards the middle of the room, though slightly more in the direction of the Imperials, threatening to crush anyone who was under it. Dust and debris were sent everywhere in the room, more than what was already present.

Hoping to capitalize on any disorientation the pillar might've caused, he quickly popped up from behind cover, letting loose a few bolts towards any Imperials he could see. Meanwhile, the two troopers he had brought were in their own fights, doing their best to suppress and return fire on the Imperials.

 

[Janous Ryss]

AGGRESSIVE NEGOTIATIONS​

Adelle Bastiel @Adelle Bastiel Aselia Verd Siv Kryze Kael Varr Basteil Skirata Garo Vevut-Varkor

Janous marched forward as a literal giant on the battlefield. His gaze scanned the field for targets, obeying orders with practiced discipline. Loud commands and gunfire demanded his focus as targets were highlighted on his HUD.


Walking into the open felt wrong, exposing himself without cover, but he trusted his armor. With bones reinforced by condensed-matter composite, little could harm him before he saw it coming.


First, a squad would open fire from cover, quickly seeking refuge. Then, a well placed missile would send them flying. A repetitive cycle: once the enemies revealed their position by firing at him, they would be obliterated in turn by missile or thermal detonator.


It was a slow, dull dance, one he found no joy in. Every action mechanical, the need for cover rendered obsolete. Reload, fire, repeat. His body lacked sensation; adrenaline and the thrill of battle were denied him. Frustration welled up, he was utterly livid. Was he doomed to lose all feeling?!

A warning flashed across his HUD: "Confirmation to activate combat stimulus?" He halted, considering. Why deny himself the joy of battle? It was what he lived for, what Mandalore fought for. With a mental command, he confirmed, and everything felt right again.


Suddenly, joy flooded him, the same rush he'd known before his cybernetic reconstruction. His movements became faster, more fluid than before, filled with passion as battle lust ignited within him. This was what he craved. What he was made for.

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Prisoner #36929

"I can always arrange a trial by combat for you. Or an execution."

A small beat passed for a moment before she spoke again.

"...That was a joke. I'm told I'm not good at those."

She could feel the tenseness in the air. It was more than just the prison atmosphere getting to her. Whoever this prisoner was most definitely didn't want to head back. And well, Kirae wouldn't send anyone back into the hands of some Imperials. No matter who they might be. They didn't seem to move like a Jedi, which was fine by her opinion.

"They're likely not to care if you show up. You'll probably get a choice of who you want to head off with anyway. The Mandalorians, or the High Republic. We're only here to rescue some politician for the Republic anyway."

At the end of the day, if the prisoner came with them, or the High Republic, it didn't affect her. Not to say she wasn't curious about his history. But curiosity killed the Wampa​

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Objective: Survive till rescue arrives
Outfit: Shackled prisoner
Tag: Loken | Joseph Torson | The Lord of Hunger | Tatiana Sah | Calissova | Ronhar Tane | Amni Kazda | Aiden Porte | Itzhal Volkihar

Fortune seemed to be siding with Cynan over the imperials this day. While the ambassador was not a fan of the ongoing violence, it was much preferred over the possible threats of being locked forever in a different imperial prison. It also seemed to be that there was more than High Republic forces attempting to rescue him. Cynan felt honoured that such efforts were being made on his behalf but also humbled by the fact that this level of effort should not have been needed in the first place. He did hope that something positive could be taken away from this by the High Republic and that his actions, or possibly perceived inactions, did not cost the High Republic.

With the distractions giving Cynan some freedom, the man was preparing to dislocate his thumb. Between that distraction and the gag, he was hoping that it would be enough to allow him to escape from the cuffs. However, as he was going to dislodge the finger, a presence grabbed him and he was helplessly floating in the air. Unable to speak anything, Cynan could only hope that this was someone friendly using the Force on him. A Jedi like the one that appeared but there was suspicion that fortune was not going to be that gracious to him.

He heard a voice calling out to him and Cynan muffled a shout back, though no words could be heard from his mouth as he had not gotten the chance to remove the gag. It was very unfortunate since Cynan did pride himself on the ability to talk and be charismatic. Having that removed even temporarily was deeply frustrating since he could not make himself heard. And currently he was just hovering around in the air with no ability to talk. It was deeply awkward for the ambassador who wasn't even sure if he could dislocate his thumb in the current position he was in.

What was going to happen next?

 

[Brendan Varko]

B R E N D A N

V A R K O



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Imperial Secret Service

External Security

Agent Varko​

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LOCATION: Lola Sayu, Citadel.







OBJECTIVE: Ensure Cynan Obaith is under Imperial Custody.


GEAR:



RK -3 Blaster Pistol









Plasteel Bindings (3 pairs)







Imperial Wrist mounted Commlink







Medpac containing 3 Bacta and 3 Synthskin vials, 3 vials of Somniject. Each vial has 2 doses, (it might change for different targets.)







Vibro knife





Spun Durasteel Garrote





Standard Encrypted Security pad and Code cylinder for Authorization.


OUTFIT:



Tactical armorweave compression suit



Zeyd-cloth bandana



Tan neck-gaiter (conceals face)



Podracer goggles



Black Zeyd-cloth duster



Synthweave gloves



Sound dampener ear-plug

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The lambda-class Imperial shuttle sliced through the sulfuric haze of Lola Sayu. The shuttle's pristine white wings, were angled in their majestic flight configuration. It hummed with the power of high-output repulsors as it continues its descent to the Citadel.



As the shuttle approaches, it transmits a specific code clearance to orbital command, the clearance is successful.



Inside the passenger cabin, Brendan felt the subtle shift in gravity as the ship settles. He waits for the automated sequence. The boarding ramp lowers with a mechanical hiss, venting a cloud of sterile, recycled oxygen to atmosphere of the prison.



Brendan steps out, his black boots clicking sharply against the ramp's ribbing. The air of Lola Sayu was like a physical weight, it was hot, smelling of burnt ozone and sulfur. Brendan's expression changes mildly, but it was still bearable. He continues his stride away from the ship with his usual mechanical gait, adjusting the cuffs of his black duster before gently pulling his RK-3 blaster pistol out of it's holster, gripping it firmly with both his hands.



Brendan slithers towards an exterior door, having ray shields just like the other ones, but there was a squad of the ancient BX-series commando droids here. Brendan approaches a droid, holding out his code cylinder near it for a physical scan.


After the Authorization is successful, the heavy blast doors opened for Brendan to enter.


Brendan steps into the transition airlock as the heavy outer doors sealed with a pressurized hiss, cutting of the sulfurous roar of the planet. For a moment, he was enveloped in a high-pressure spray of decontaminant mist that tasted of ozone. As the inner cycle turned green, Brendan steps into the sterile hallway of the prison.



Brendan's eyes shift to another BX series commando, which was in the hallway, cut down and dead. Probably by a lightsaber, or something else. A relic of the seperatist era, Brendan thought, as his eyes began to sweep the hallway..



His briefing, memorized during the cold transit from the Core, had noted the maintenance logs for a specific Sector. He stopped before the fourth lift, which was a heavy-duty industrial car.


Brendan jams his code cylinder onto the life's interface with a flick of his right wrist.


The heavy blast doors parted away as the lift arrives.

Brendan steps into the cavernous interior, the lift was a stark utilitarian box, lit by the harsh, strobing red of a combat alert.


As the heavy blast doors slam shut, Brendan's isolated ascent begins.

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[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Kirae Orade​

He shot her a look when she mentioned a trial by combat. He almost slowed. Execution? His pulse spiked before she added that it was a joke. He stared at the back of her helmet, trying to decide if he believed her.

A white-armored trooper rounded the corner ahead of them, rifle half-raised. The Nagai reacted without thinking. He stepped in and slammed the butt of his blaster across the trooper's helmet. The soldier crumpled.

He blinked down at the unconscious body. "Good joke," he muttered, glancing at her. "Wrong setting." He nudged the trooper aside with his boot and kept moving. "We can work on timing later."

Republic or Mandalorian. The choice echoed in his head as they ran. The Republic had needed rescuing. Their prisoner was still somewhere inside this place. That didn't inspire confidence. And what if I belong in a cell? The thought hit harder than he expected. He didn't know what he had done. Didn't know who he had been. Maybe there was a reason he had been strapped to that table.

He looked at her again. "I'll stick with you, if you don't mind," he said, breath steady despite the sprint.

Mandalorians always sounded dangerous. Brutal. But they weren't the ones who had chained him down.

They skidded to a stop at a crossroads in the corridor. Smoke drifted past the intersection. Distant fighting echoed from two directions. He hesitated, then forced the words out. "Thank you." It felt small compared to what she'd done, but it was all he had.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Citadel
OBJECTIVE: Taking the pawn
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Ronhar Tane | Joseph Torson | Rackham | Cynan Obaith | Barragh Nenn | @open to any THR/ME peeps to react to

The Dealmaker's coming to collect

Ronhar Tane could hear it, a voice creeping up into his mind, almost as if the one to whom it belonged was slowly clasping their fingers upon his shoulders with a rather forcefull presence. "Hold off these delusional fools...the ambassador has been secured, this joke has lasted long enough."

In the meantime, the Dealmaker looked at Joseph Torson , nodding without saying a word, a short and concise nod in the imperial trooper's direction to show his words had been acknowledged. He didn't need to follow the protocol or the rules, He was the Dealmaker and he did not like the way things were going with the Imperial Confederation. it was because of this that he chose to take action himself, even if it may go against the ruling council's desires, His were still to be prioritized and out of all possible people, He actually prefered to take a different route, to seek peace not through violence, but by confrontation, by resolution and dialogue... an odd choice for one who had shown quite a mean streak when it came to combat and war.

"Hush now, child," The Dealmaker's eyes burned, the vibrant golden and crimson behind the mask showing a strange mixture of amusement and disdain, making it rather hard to see which would be directed at Tatiana Sah . "He will be delivered to the republic...but I prefer a more direct approach. In the meantime though, do be so kind to... bugger off of this world."

Holstering his pistol, the masked man motioned Cynan Obaith , nudging him closer to him, as his other hand began to crackle with energy, before he suddenly turned his hand, a black miasma with green, crackling electricity running through it beginning to form what looked like some sort of portal. At the very same time, Dominique Vexx would be granted the sight of the exact same thing happening nearby her, with a concentration of miasma beginning to churn and stretch into some sort of vortex the size of a adult human.

"Do not mind the external appearance, Ambassador Obaith...this will be perfectly safe," With a strangely twisted chuckle, the masked man would direct the ambassador towards the vortex, releasing him right in front of the portal, only to shove him through it. At this point, the Dealmaker himself would also start to walk into the portal, turning towards Tatiana just before vanishing along with the portal. "Next time, be smarter... make a deal with me, and you'll get things done so much quicker and so much cleaner..."

Now the one who would have to deal with the dealmaker, would be the Leading figure of the High Republic, the one responsible for this incursion and the only one who could effectively avoid the worst outcome...
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[Mao]

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Location: Heading towards Ambassador Cynan Obaith
Allies to help extract: | Adelle Bastiel | Itzhal Volkihar | Ze'bast Verd
Enemies who are in the way: Mika Tai En | Joseph Torson | Calissova Amni Kazda
Directly interacting: Barragh Nenn

Kill them.

Then the Sovereign Protectors moved first. They were fast, closing the corridor with the brutal certainty of soldiers who lived for tight spaces and short killing distances. Bolts of blasterfire went cracking down the hall, the green and red bright bolts sparking against Barragh's shadowcloak as they ricocheted away in angry sparks.

Then the damn fethin' chain came out of nowhere.

Metal hissed through the air and wrapped Mao's rifle and forearms before she could fully shift her stance. The electro-chain snapped tight with a vicious whine of energy.

Karkin' hel---

The next second, her boots left the floor.

Mao hit the deck hard then slid, her armor screeching against durasteel as Barragh's sudden retreat that had her dragged down the corridor like a hooked animal. Sparks flew from her greaves as she fought the momentum.

All the while, she was cursing a fethin' blue streak at the karkin' Imperial fether.

But the Firrereo didn't panic.

Oh no. Instead, she twisted.

Instead of fighting the pull, Mao rode that echuta like it was just another rough night with binds and ties and she was coming in hot to get her own.

Her knee slammed into the deck to control the slide while her hands torqued the rifle sideways, taking the strain off her shoulders before the chain could wrench the joints loose. The corridor blurred past her visor as the distance between her and the squad widened fast.

And there right at the end of it, Barragh waited, that chain of his whip reeling her to him.

Good.

At the last second Mao planted both boots and surged forward with the momentum he had given her. The Firrerro let the chain yank her into striking distance and then there she was.... coming in low and karkin' violent.

She pivoted her hips and drove the buttstock of her blaster rifle upward with every kilogram of momentum the chain had built, fully intending to slam the buttstock of her blaster rifle right on Barragh's helm with a brutal, loud CRACK.

She was allll up close now.

Close enough that blasters became clubs.

Close enough that the fight stopped being about weapons and started becoming about breaking some fethin' karkin' bones.

 

[Barragh Nenn]

TAGS: Mao
ALIIES: Imperials
Enemies: High Republic & Mandalorians​

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The Umbaran stood at the end of the corridor reeling Mao in like a fish on a hook.

By now the Sovereign Protectors would have been engaging the High Republic Commandos. It would be a bloody battle that would leave no one untouched.

Barragh didn't move, he was just standing there reeling Mao in like he knew something that she didn't.

When she planted her boots and let the Bilari Chain-Whip's pull aid in her momentum, launching her into a forward surge to close the gap between them the Umbaran didn't seem terribly surprised.

She had momentum but it all played into his plan.

The moment Mao's boots left the ground the Umbaran activated the Chain-Whip from within the confines of his Shadowcloak.

A Bilari Chain-Whip was an interesting and exotic weapon. It could be both a whip or a sword, something most people weren't familiar with. It was also capable of matching a lightsaber blow for blow.

Instantaneously as it activated a plasma current shot through the entire weapon causing it to become rigid or at least attempting to make it become rigid in the extreme when it attempted to convert itself into a sword. Tangled around Mao's forearms and Blaster Rifle the sudden rigidity coupled with the plasma current would snap with the force to render the blaster rifle into pieces; Mao's forearms would be subject to a similar pressure that could both shred flesh and break bones into tinders.

Regardless Barragh evaded, side stepping but it wasn't enough.

It was difficult to tell if the Blaster Rifle had made contact or if a piece of shrapnel from the potential remnants of the rifle had clipped him.

He wasn't wearing a helm.

Barragh came out of his side step with a sneer, stepping to the side to offset himself to the right of Mao as he ducked down the t-section at the end of the corridor where he'd drug her, a large gash on the side of his cheek.

Blood was evident. It was potentially much less than what had happened to Mao though.

"You shouldn't have done that."

...he'd have chided her while his eyes flashed with a familiar amber again.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
LOYA SAYU
[REDACTED]

There was a LOT going on that Ronhar had to deal with.

It had started with Amni Kazda .

"I can easily reach Joseph! Tell him I'm on my way!"

For just the slightest of moments, Ronhar had taken his eyes off her as he prepared his equipment and reloaded his weapons.

"Sorry, but what are you...oh HELL!"

As he turned back to face her, he just managed to catch the faintest glimpse of Amni Kazda jumping into some sort of portal, presumably using it to teleport directly to Joseph Torson 's location.

"Wait!", Ronhar called out to her, but it was too late: Amni had already sealed the portal and disappeared inside of it, with Ronhar having no idea of where she would end up. So much for his support.

Them, of course, had come his assault against Seldan Rourke and Gavin Restur . He hadn't directly seen Seldan's face but he did distinctly remember his voice, the results of their shockboxing match still fresh in his mind. Back then, he hadn't been allowed to utilize his usual arsenal of different weapons and equipment and he had been dealing with a pair of malfunctioning cybernetic limbs. Those obstacles had ultimately cost him his fight against Seldan, ending any chance of Ronhar continuing on in the shockboxing tournament.

But this situation? Very different from the last. Ronhar was armed with both his standard slew of weapons and a pair of properly functioning cybernetics limbs. As he and his team continued his assault toward Rourke and Resutr, the difference showed. Ronhar and Reclaimer Squad moved with deadly precision, each blaster bolt, slugthrower round and grenade impacting exactly where Ronhar wanted it.

Naturally, he didn't have everything go his way, as Seldan Rourke returned fire himself, forcing Ronhar to pause his advance as the rest of his team tried to suppress the Republic Commando. As they moved forward, Seldan first threw some sort of flash-bang grenade, temporarily blinding the Imperials as a few of the Micro-grenades intended for him and his team veered of course. Seldan then sprayed what Ronhar could only describe as some sort of foam at them, which prematurely detonated the rest of the Micro-grenades that Ronhar was firing.

"DROP!"

Ronhar and his team stopped their advance and instantly dove to the floor, making themselves as small a target as possible. As Ronhar and his men continued their attempts to advance, a massive explosion rocked the ceiling of the room that he was in, sending dust and small bits of debris cascading down onto the floor below? Had the Republic breached the upper levels of the prison with some sort of explosive device? No, the reality was far worse, as it was Gavin Restur who had detonated some explosives that he had placed atop the pillar he had been hiding behind.

The pillar which was now in the middle of crashing down on top of Ronhar!

"SCATTER!:

Despite the incoming blaster fire, and his men jumped to their feet as they attempted to run behind the pillar before it fell on top of them. It came falling down with a mighty crash, sending a cloud of dust and smoke billowing out into the room. Ronhar coughed as he dragged himself behind the now rather large pile of rubble in the middle of the room, the rest of his squad slowly taking positions around him. A few Prison Troopers who had begin to move up with Ronhar hadn't been so lucky, their armor and weapons sticking out of the rubble at various different intervals. As Ronhar paused for a moment to catch his breath, Mika Tai En came flying into the room after him, settling besides him as he pondered his next move.

"Here to lend some help. Orders to clear the halls or to push deeper into the prison? Either way consider me your speartip. My blades are the only weapons I carry."

Well that was just great: yet another Force User to mess his day up. Still, Ronhar was glad to have her, as she would surely prove useful in the coming fighting. Before he could give her his orders, yet ANOTHER explosion rocked the complex, though this one seemed to come from below rather than from above. A few moments later, a voice began to echo throughout Ronhar's head, a voice that he just so happened to recognize:

"Hold off these delusional fools...the ambassador has been secured, this joke has lasted long enough."

With a chill, Ronhar undestood that The Lord of Hunger had just sent him a message, and it chilled him to his very bones. Though he was an ally of the Confederation, The Lord of Hunger was just about one of the most terrifying people Ronhar had ever met in his life, as terrifying as someone like Darth Carnifex . For whatever reason, The Lord of Hunger at the very least seemed to tolerate Ronhar's existence, and the two had been in relatively frequent contact since Ronhar had last visited New Alderaan. This "spy" that the Confederation had captured must clearly have held some sort of extremely valuable intelligence for all of these Force Users to be after him. But, if The Lord of Hunger was here in the flesh, than Seldan Rourke and his compatriots were in extreme danger. Though they were enemies for the moment, Ronhar did genuinely respect someone like Seldan, and he didn't necessarily want to see him killed. He had been told to 'hold them off', but it hadn't been specified as to how he was to do so. Behind his cover, Ronhar called out to Seldan Rourke :

"What are we doing here, Rourke? You're outnumbered, outgunned, and soon to be out of time. This facility is going to be crawling with Imperial reinforcements soon. If you leave now, you'll have my word that my men and I won't pursue you!"

He motioned to the men next to him to get their next round of Rhydonium Grenades ready as he directed Mika Tai En to wait until the gas dispersed to charge out toward Gavin Restur as Ronhar resumed firing at Seldan. He had been truthful in what he had said, but he somehow doubted that Seldan would take him up on his offer.

As all this was going on, another squad of Prison Troopers happened upon a chance encounter, locating Kirae Orade and Prisoner #36929 trying to escape from the bowels of the facility. Without even bothering to identify them, the troopers opened fire, raining down a hail of blaster bolts and slugthrower rounds at the retreating men...
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Spoiler: Ronhar's Equipment

• Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
• Mk 45 Protective Vest
• Mahporeem Acid Rifle
• Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
• BG-D 6 "Outlaw"
• Rhydonium Grenades
• ABC Scramblers
• Burnblade
• HNDA-Mk I
• Carapace Knitters
• ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters
• 5 ARC Troopers
• 2 Storm Commandos
• MIN Night Reaver

Spoiler: TAGS

Joseph Torson
Amni Kazda
Barragh Nenn
Ze'bast Verd
Garo Vevut-Varkor
Kael Varr Basteil Skirata
John Shepherd
Aselia Verd
Itzhal Volkihar
Gavin Restur
Loken
Janous Ryss
Seldan Rourke
The Lord of Hunger
Mika Tai En
Kirae Orade
Prisoner #36929
@All Other Mando and Republic Forces
OPEN

 

[Dominique Vexx]

War Room, Theed, Naboo​

It was far from desirable, but Dominique was the Chancellor not a battlefield general. As her first foray in dealing with an intentional interstellar incident -- rather than other governments forcing their machinations upon them -- she'd elected to stay behind to manage the home front. Citizens, Ambassadors, and Senators all alike would be aflutter. Giddy or beside themselves with rage. Whatever their inclination, they'd have an opinion, and Dominique wanted to be there to help manage it.

Meanwhile, their trained and capable personnel versed in managing a theater of 'war' (though none were declared nor a prolonged engagement planned) could see to the field. The High Republic was hardly waiting in silence as events unfolded. Reports and communiques came in constantly as everything was analyzed remotely to ensure nothing was overlooked. Not to mention the Chancellor wishing to remain on top of those events so any detractors didn't get the upper hand in shaping the narrative. Yes, even matters of life or death had its political angles to it. An unavoidable fact of governance.

As she stood before the large holotable, Dominique regarded the three-dimensional layout of their fleet in orbit of the Citadel on Loya Sayu.

Amidst the chatter, her golden eyes shifted to the side when a commotion arose. "Everyone: out," Dominique snapped. A klaxon filled the chamber and the hallway outside as the doors snapped open to allow the evacuation. Politicians and analysts would be of no use as circumstances radically changed.

More importantly, they could set up elsewhere to continue their work uninterrupted.

Someone grabbed at her elbow, but she pulled away sharply. "Have the Guard take positions." There were already a handful of armed personnel present that'd moved to the perimeter for the best angle on whoever or whatever was coming.

Admittedly, it hadn't been a foregone conclusion the Imperial Confederation of all adversaries would do something like this, but Naboo was near space held by the Sith Order. And seeing how often their peaceful little world had been beset upon by non-Force using armies or brigands, it was only prudent to consider how to face against someone more... dynamic. There'd even be a Jedi to hurry into the room; their arrival almost a light jog with no strain of physical exertion evident on their features. How many would kill for that?

"Stranger stranger, you darken our door. What portents your arrival harbors? Be it honor or despair out poured." The High Chancellor stood with her chin high and hands clasped behind as the miasma swirled.

The Lord of Hunger | Cynan Obaith | OPEN​

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Prisoner #36929
Indirectly: Ronhar Tane

At least that was a decent response to a bad joke. Kirae partly expected to get a blaster in her back. She hadn't expected for him to say he'd stick with the Mandalorians. Nor did she expect the Prisoner to thank her. After all, this was a thankless job in her eyes. Creditless? Not so much.

"You're welo-...Down."

That was however when she felt something through the Force, immediately stepping behind the Prisoner and shoving him behind her, letting her armour take the brunt of the blaster fire and slugthrower shots, before she gave a Force Enhanced toss of her shield down the hall towards the pack of troops, bisecting those too slow to duck or move into other cells to dodge the strike.

"Shoot. Them."

As much as she was somewhat secure in her beskar, she was still feeling every bolt and slug, as she crossed her arms along her front, doing her best to keep her core as protected as it could. She'd wait to let the prisoner get a few shots out, before Kirae used the Force to bring her shield hurtling back down towards her, slowly moving backwards, to act as moving cover whilst she was letting the Prisoner fire potshots from behidn her.​